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lis-likes-fics · 7 months
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A Night to Remember
Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Reader Word Count: 5k words Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex (f!receiving, implied m!receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, language, slight dumbification (if you blink, you'll miss it), creampie, slight dirty talk/degradation (if you blink, you'll miss it), Elijah's species unspecified... A/N: This was originally called "Bad Habits Lead to You" bc I was writing it around the song by Ed Sheeran, but I changed my mind cuz I liked this more. ALso, I have not written for Elijah in forever, so this made me really happy to write. Nevermind that I started writing this in October 2022. Thanks and enjoy!
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Your plum dress was tight against your skin. It was something you knew he'd enjoy, a dress you'd chosen specifically to please the man you were practically praying would arrive as you fingered the jewels of the fancy necklace around your neck. It was heavy, thoroughly bedazzled and way too expensive for anything you could ever afford. A gift from the gentleman himself.
Many faces were shrouded from view by masks of simple and extravagant designs of all kinds. Yours, like your necklace, was worth its weight in gold and more; another gift. Flitting through the party, grins and smirks were sent your way from men and women alike. Some were admiring, some hungry, others were strewn onto faces out of envy.
That envy would grow when they find who was coupled with this goddess in purple and gold. You spotted him at the center of the mezzanine, looking down at all the guests like he was the king of his own personal kingdom through the eyes of his mask, one that paired with your own. The look in his eyes certainly conveyed that superiority, lighting a match that lived in the pit of your stomach and between your thighs as you stared up at him with an adoring gaze.
He had already been watching you, a dark hunger taking you in. You made your way toward him, stepping up each marble stair to reach this man who decked you out like a queen. He was reaching out for your hand before you reached the top step, taking it and bending down to place a kiss to the back of your palm. “My dear,” he greeted affectionately.
Goosebumps shivered up your arm and into your bloodstream. Your body threatened to follow suit as you watched him handle you with such…care. “Elijah,” you responded.
“Would you care to dance?” He straightened his back, even took a small step closer and eliminated the personal space that had already been demolished the first moment you saw this adonis of a man.
You breathed a quiet breath at his question, “A gentleman, as always.” As always. You said it as though you’d known him for more than simply a week. In truth, Elijah was a fling. You’d met him a week prior, caught up in all of his grace and eloquence as he swept you across the dance floor of the extended masquerade ball and then into his arms to take you to bed.
It wasn’t normally like you, to be so taken by some stranger enough to sleep with him that same night. And then to sleep with him the next night, and the night after that, and so on, and so forth. But there was something about Elijah, something so captivating that you could not quite place.
As he swept you to the dance floor for yet another seductive venture across the marble, you accepted with little more than a simple nod.
And then, when he pressed you against a wall in a darkened nook in the large mansion of a home, you gasped into the unusually warm air of the late autumn night as his hot lips pressed to the heated skin of your chest and he devoured you.
Last night was supposed to be the last time, and the night before that, and the night before that. He was like some drug that you had all too quickly become addicted to—and with a face like that, how could you not?
You knew you shouldn't. At the very least, you should try not to. It was not as though he was the perfect man. No, your perfect man would still be there when you woke in the morning with aching limbs, a souvenir, and cold sheets that barely held enough warmth to convince you his departure was recent.
Your perfect man would not grant you a collection of late nights full of pleasure and desire ending alone in the morning with a handwritten note and a new little gift.
Or, perhaps, he was doing you a service. Showing you how impermanent this arrangement was—how impermanent it should be. If only you would listen, take his flight for what it was: a warning.
But as his warm lips slotted perfectly against the column of your throat, leaving you gasping and clawing at his strong arms, you knew once again that your lesson was not learned. He dipped down and secured your leg in his steel grip, brushing it up his side to rest along his hip. He pressed himself closer to your body and returned his lips to your own. He pulled back for a moment, towering over you as he stared with those dark, predatory eyes: a lure, a trap. “Would you like to carry this somewhere more intimate?”
There were two responses waiting on your tongue. A less sensible one, “What's the need? Let them hear us.” And a more sensible one, “Yes, I want you all to myself.”
The only reason the latter was more sensible was because it gave you the option of containing your ardor so you could speak sensibly. Hardly any sober words were exchanged when you were in the throes of intoxicating passion with this man. And there was a reason you came here tonight…
Other than your endless desire to find your body melding with his own, an entanglement of limbs and complicated emotions.
“Yes,” you whispered. “Let’s go.”
He carefully released your leg with a wolfish grin, readjusting your appearances so you didn’t look as frazzled as you were. One quick kiss to your lips and he was walking with you back into the crowds of the masquerade ball.
Dancing through the crowd was easy, getting out of the door was easy, getting into his car was easy. The hard part came when you were driving away in the silence of his sleek Mercedes-Benz.
“Elijah,” you found your voice, fiddling with your fingers as you tried to organize your thoughts. He glanced at you before returning his gaze to the road. He hummed deeply in his throat, and you cleared yours, turning your gaze on him and smiling to shield the nerves. “Why did you choose me? Of all the women you could have taken home that first night, the second, the third, all of it, why did you choose me?”
It had confused you since you first met at the beginning of the ball. Was he bored? Were you convenient? Just the first person he laid eyes on? Why you?
His gaze flitted between you and the road as his lips twitched. He licked his bottom lip slowly, shifting his hand to rest atop your own. He squeezed it gently. "You intrigue me."
"I intrigue you?" you echoed, tilting your head.
He nodded. "You're beautiful, you're clever, and you're asking the right questions."
You blinked, glancing away for a moment before looking back again. "I'm asking the questions?" You hated that you couldn't find your own words right then, you couldn't come up with a response (which led you to debate the cleverness he claimed you had).
His gaze lingered a little longer on you than it probably should have. "If I'd picked the wrong woman, she would continue our exploits with no regard for her own self-worth. She'd be content with being just another woman in my sheets."
"A whore?" you quirked a brow and smirked playfully. His smile grew and he shrugged, but did not confirm the choice of words you so elegantly put forth.
You sat back and felt the smile on your face shift slightly into a look of contemplation. "So I wasn't just easy?"
He shook his head, this time with a little chuckle. "Of course not." He leaned into your ear, and a shiver rushed through your spine at the closeness. "I don't like easy."
The sensibility was gone, and the arousal had returned as he pulled into the lot of his home. He rounded the car and came to your side, opening your door and offering his hand. Stepping out, your eyes locked as you rose to your feet, entirely invading the personal space which had stopped existing.
Your lips were inches apart as you lingered there before brushing past him and walking ahead toward the house. He followed behind you, for once leaving him mystified instead of you. You walked on toward the house, dimly lit and awaiting your company, until he was coming up behind you with his arms around your waist. He wrapped you up and carried you inside like a bride—no, not a bride. You can't even consider it in that way, lest you make the biggest mistake of your life.
He opened the door and listened to your giddy excitement as he smiled at you all the way up the expanse of the stairs. The way he burst through his bedroom door and dropped you onto the bed rivaled his gentlemanly behavior over the course of the past few days.
He kicked the door closed with his foot and stalked toward you, depraved and bloodthirsty. You'd been in this position before, staring up at him with hooded eyes. He discarded his blazer, looming over your body and ravaging your lips. His hands held you close to him as he dragged the zipper of your dress down along your back.
You gasped into his kiss, sloppy and without care to the intricate details of intimacy. You pressed your palms against his sides and pulled him closer to you. As his large hand cupped your throat, your back arched into him and his kisses lapped along your jaw. Shallow breaths fanned along your skin, and you welcomed it with short sighs.
You raised a hand against his chest, your fingers danced along his collarbone. Pushing him back, he sat on his knees as you followed, chasing his lips. You flattened your hand along the side of his neck, guiding him onto his back so you could straddle him. Your movement was slow and measured, taking one thing at a time to prolong your evening together as long as possible.
Your lips molded together once more, your hips moving to a slow grind. His eyes never left yours, a guile intimacy that urged your fervor to moan-filled kisses that set your skin ablaze. His hands gripped your waist, guiding your hips onto his. Your eyes shut as a delicate sigh passed your lips, your hands grasping onto his shoulders for support as he rocked you back and forth atop him.
“Don’t stop,” you whispered, addicted to the feel of him touching your body. One of your hands moved to sit atop his own, holding him as you ground your hips. He watched you move with lidded eyes as your head fell back and your lips parted in a lustful ‘O’.
His hands trailed up your body and under the fabric half-forgotten on you until he was surrounding your chest, leaning forward just enough to allow you to sit in his lap as your dress rode up higher and higher along your thighs and hung around your shoulders. Despite his determination to undress you until you were bare before him, he wanted to take his time ravaging your body. Soon your dress was discarded and you were left in nothing but the lingerie that had been sitting idly by in your closet until this night.
He looked up at you with a smirk, teasing, “All for me?”
You scoffed, shaking your head at him with a playful laugh, “No, for the doorman at the party.”
He rolled his eyes a little. “Well, the doorman is fired.” You laughed and he silenced you with his lips upon your chest. You bared your neck for him, sighing gently as your hands played with the fabric of his expensive bowtie.
You attacked his lips as you did your best to fumble for the buttons of his shirt. They twisted and slipped from your fingers, and your patience had run out before long to send what felt like a million buttons shooting from his shirt and all around you. Your hands roamed the expanse of his broad chest, pressing your fingertips into his flesh. “Such an impatient creature,” he hummed.
“Shut up,” you sighed as you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him to your lips again. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled his body flush against yours, your tongue slipping into his mouth as his own joined in. Your hands shifted from his neck to his chest as you felt his warm skin beneath your palms. You huffed as you allowed your hips to grind down on him again, pulling a wavering moan from your throat and making you sound deliciously pathetic.
“I need you,” you whimpered against his lips, opening your eyes to grant him that needy look that you hoped would get you what you wanted.
He just smiled, as though he could read your mind. “Patience, my dear.” He shifted upon the bed so he was closer to the headboard as he began to lean forward, holding you to his body as he moved to lay you on the bed. You lay back with shallow breath, staring up at him as he gazed back, never breaking eye contact for a moment as he adjusted himself to tower over you.
He leaned in and you bared your neck to him again as he pressed a kiss to your throat, right on top where the muscles shifted as you moaned. He hummed deep in his own throat, his lips caressing your skin as he took his time with you. You held your breath when the tip of his tongue dragged along your skin from the bottom to the top as he traced a vein thumping there. You whispered his name and he rewarded you with the press of his knee into your needy core, just barely reaching your clit enough to make you sigh again.
His lips trailed along your body, spending too much time on every little patch of skin he could find as he traveled down, down, down. He pulled your legs over his shoulders, pressed his kisses into your thighs, and you whimpered when his teeth teased the flesh he grazed. He stared you in the eyes as he did it, moving closer to where you burned for him until his lips found your clit. You sighed gently at the feeling, but you were swiftly interrupted as it didn't last.
He dove into you, his lips and tongue and teeth attacking you. From here, with the way his hair fell over his forehead and his eyes grew dark and primal, he looked like a predator. His name stuttered from your lips, dropping the first letter as you gasp at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your pussy. His fingers dig into your thighs, his lips suck on your clit, his tongue licks into you. Your back arches off the bed and your fingers tangle in his hair. You can't help your whimper as he pleasures you, an expert, it seems, in everything he does.
He moaned into you, sending shivers up your spine as you tugged on his hair. His tongue flicked insistently at your clit, eager to taste you again as you whimpered deliciously.
The sound broke when his fingers prodded at your pussy, slipping the tips of them into your warmth and slowly working them deeper and deeper. Once buried inside of you, he thrusts them slowly at first, in and out and in and out, playing you like an instrument as he curls and pumps his fingers. His slow pace never lasted as he built you to the top, wanting so badly to watch you shatter with your release.
You cursed under your breath, feeling a knot in your belly as you clenched down around his fingers, your clit pulsing against his tongue. "I'm so close," you whimper, grinding urgently against his face.
He was so in tune with your body by now. It took past lovers so long to learn your stops and goes, what makes you tick, what makes you scream. You had known Elijah a week, and he had mastered it.
As the pleasure twisted in your gut and your chest filled with air, you could feel your release taunting you. You whispered his name just as you were about to come.
And Elijah pulled away.
The frustration built quickly in the pit of your stomach, and you clenched the bedsheets and your jaw flexed. You could feel your pleasure retreating like waves after they've licked the shore, spoiling inside of you. Elijah's lips found yours again, smirking against them as you reluctantly kissed him back, angry but still not immune to his charm.
"Fuck you," you breathed against his lips.
He shrugged a shoulder. "I'd rather fuck you."
You rolled your eyes, interrupted by his lips once more, his tongue licking into your mouth. He wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling them tight as he supported you to straddle his lap. His hands grabbed your ass, squeezing and smacking the flesh once. You yelped, your foreheads meeting as you breathed the other's air.
"Please, Elijah," you begged, too desperate to be shy, too enraptured in his skill to be ashamed.
His hand smoothed along your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair to move it back and away from your face. "What do you want, hm?" he hummed. "Tell me what you want, my dear."
You carded your fingers through his hair and sighed longingly. Between kisses, you whispered, "Fuck me. Like you did the first night." You braced your hands around the back of his neck, opening your eyes to look at the dark coffee brown of his own. "If this is my last night with you, I want to make it count."
His breath slowed for a moment as his eyes trailed over your face, like he only just now realized tonight would be the last night and he wanted to really look at you before he never saw you again. Yours did the same. This was the last night.
The moment, full of more intimacy than a couple of one week should be capable of, passed with only a few seconds more than there should have been. He took your hips in his palms, kneaded the flesh, and pulled you into a slow kiss just as desperate as the ones before.
A new passion took you as he rolled your hips in his lap, grinding your wet pussy along his dark slacks, ruining them for future wear as your arousal smeared all over the fabric. He didn't seem to care, especially not with the way he moved your hips to ruin them some more. You only paused his hands when you lifted one leg from their position on either side of him to begin undoing his slacks, slipping them down his legs until they were entirely discarded. Crawling back into his lap and taking his beautiful cock in your hand with an enthusiasm that made him chuckle, you stroked the thick length of him in your palm, up and down and up and down, as beads of precum slipped from the weeping tip and dribbled down the side of him.
"Fuck," he cursed with his forehead against yours, leaning his head to fall onto your shoulder as you moved your wet palm to a steady rhythm along his hard cock. "Look at what you do to me."
You moaned at his praise, working your fist faster until he suddenly grabbed your wrist to stop you. He gave you a hard, dark stare before lifting your waist. As you sat up on your knees, feeling the hard tip of him tapping against your slit, you bit your lip to contain your moan.
He lifted your chin to look at him, his eyes boring into your own as that silent question urged an answer. Do you want this? For the last time, do you want this?
No, you thought to yourself, flattening your palm against his chest. Not for the last time.
"Please, Lijah," you whispered. "Fuck, I need you. I want you."
Taking your hips, he lowered you into his lap, his eyes fluttering and his jaw clenching as he groaned deep on his throat, letting his head fall back to savor the moment. You moaned, feeling yourself flutter around his cock as you took him into your tight pussy. You whimpered his name through trembling lips, laying your head against his shoulder.
"Good girl," he breathed in a strained manner, his hands roaming your body as he felt you clench around him. Your lips pressed to his neck, your tongue tracing over a vein there, as you slowly rocked your hips on top of him. He groaned roughly as you did.
Slowly, your bodies built a rhythm, a steady pace setting as you moved in tandem, thriving off the other's lust as you grabbed and felt and moaned and kissed. The intimacy licked at your skin and sunk into your bones, coating you in lust thick and sweet like honey. It pulsed and pumped through your veins like blood, your very life force shifting to depend on his tenderness.
You bounced in his laps with a level of excitement that mirrored the pleasure on your face. His breath was heavy in your ear as he thrust his hips up to meet the roll of your hips to the best of his ability. As the desperation to feel you, to hear you, filled his blood, he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you to pull your body flush against his own. He laid you once more on your back, reseating himself inside of you as one hand gripped your waist and the other propped himself up beside your head.
Easing some hair from your face, he pressed his lips to the underside of your jaw, right above a pressure point that made you choke, and began to move his hips in a steady rhythm. In and out and in and out and filling to the brim. Your breath was heavy in your lungs and your hands draped off his shoulders as he pumped his cock into you. He watched you whimper as your body bounced up and down in time with his thrusts, your breasts doing the same in their own dance as he brought a hand to grope them.
Again, his name slipped off your tongue as you gripped his waist, guiding his thrusts lazily. The soft sheets of the bed caressed your skin, his hands grabbed at you, his lips switched between licking, kissing, and speaking into your flesh.
Then, as he braced his arms at either side of your head, he steadied himself with the darkest look in his eyes. You choked on your own breath as his hips snapped into yours, a rough moan forcing from your throat as you grabbed at any skin you could find. His thrusts continued in the same manner, fast and rough as the tip of his cock knocked against the deepest part of you with every thrust.
You were needy, grinding your hips up to meet each powerful thrust as you moaned and whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, intent on satisfying your desperation for relief.
"Look at you," he sighed. "Beautiful."
You whimpered, especially as his hands slid across your skin and hooked underneath your thighs. pulling them over his shoulders, he held them there as he leaned forward to fold you in half. The new angle sent a whole new array of emotions through you, your entire body tingling at the sensations he filled you with.
"Mmph, Lijah," you gasped.
His thrusts continued; hips snapping, fingers grasping, lips parting against a shuddering breath. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice thick as his words dripped like honey onto your skin.
You didn't respond, your trembling moan squealing in your throat and your eyes squeezing shut, too far away to properly heed his command. He pressed a hand to your cheek, lightly gripping your face and turning you to look at him, noticing the way your eyes droop.
"Come on," he urged darkly. "Say it again. My name. Come on, say it. You can do it." He spoke through heavy breaths and broken groans, bending down to even take your bottom lip between his teeth just to give his mouth something to do as he stared at your fucked out face.
You stuttered it out. "Lijah," you begged. "Elijah, please."
He was weak at your whimpers, his hips jerking slightly in the middle of a particularly rough thrust. "Please what? Tell me what you want, my dear."
Your answer was delayed—and for a moment, he thought he'd fucked you dumb (which was only partially true). "Please, harder. Lemme cum, I needa cum."
He held you tighter, his eagerness to feel you cum around him, your cunt already squeezing him so well, making him crazy. "You want to cum on my cock, dirty girl?"
"Yes!" you exclaimed. "Yes, please, Elijah."
He wanted to prolong this just a little while longer, loving the way you struggled to hold his gaze as the pleasure urged you to squeeze your eyes shut and grip him tighter. He loved the way your arms held his neck, he loved the way your legs twitched on his shoulders, he loved the sounds your cunt made on each impact of his hips, he loved the taste of your skin on his tongue, he loved the way your pussy fluttered around his cock, he loved the way your perfume wafted gently against his face, he loved the way you looked bouncing up and down with each rock of his hips.
His hand snaked between both of your bodies, the stickiness of your body, coming from both the arousal smearing all over your skin and his and the sweat building from the exertion of the pleasure. His thumb found your clit, rubbing circles into the bud with a dexterity that had you moaning loudly. The sensations sparked all along your body, filling you up bit by bit with the heat of his intimacy.
The rhythm of your bodies persisted, working together in perfect harmony, chasing both releases like your lives depended on it. "Elijah," his name fell off your lips like a prayer, praising him like a god meant to be worshiped.
"Again," he breathed, his tone growing darker and darker the closer each of you got to that point of pure ecstasy. "Say my name again."
"Elijah."
"Again."
"Elijah!"
"Say it again."
"Eli–!" You stuttered on the word, your breath catching in your throat as the pleasure suddenly hit you. It exploded in your belly and warmed your whole being as your muscles tightened around him. You moaned and gasped as your cunt clenched down around his pulsing cock, feeling your legs tremble and your breath shudder before kicking into a hyperventilation of a release. His cock twitched inside of you, the squeeze of your cunt too much as he continued to thrust into you, fucking you through your release as your vision went white and your ears rang.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," you announced when your lips could form the word, biting your lip so hard in reaction to your orgasm that you draw blood. A symphony of moaned "yes's" fell from your mouth as you felt the pleasure waning.
Elijah's hips jerked before you felt the hot release of him inside of you, a deep groan scratching in his throat as he buried himself deeply inside of you, as deep as he'd go. He rolled his hips as he came, his breath heavy and filled lust as he let himself succumb to your pleasure.
You whined as his cock pressed against the deepest part of you even after the oversensitivity has taken over and the feeling of him aches so well inside of you. "Elijah," you mewl.
It took a while before you both returned to the ground, easing out of your clouded pleasure. Your breaths mingled as you caught them.
As your hearts slowed and your muscles became so wonderfully loosened, he slipped out of you with a regretful sigh. You laid back against the bed, lazy and spent. His lips captured your own once more, molding in a lax embrace. His mouth slipped down your jaw and toward your neck, placing a kiss there and then easing farther down to your soft shoulder.
He eased off of you, rolling onto his side and pulling an arm over your midsection. He pulled you closer to him, sighing gently as his breath fanned over your skin.
You rolled your head over to him, smiling softly. He returned the smile. "You did wonderfully, my dear," he whispered.
Instead of responding, you leaned over and kissed his soft lips again. "So did you," you said.
You laid there and stared at one another, a longing gaze passing between the both of you as the reality of this being the last night sunk in. He would be gone tomorrow.
Your smile fell slowly and you sighed. "I don't want you to leave."
He smiled sadly. "Will you miss me?"
"I'll miss the mind-blowing sex," you smirked. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, finding it funnier than he probably should have. You laughed with him. As the giggles subsided, you frowned again, nodding. "Yes. I'm gonna miss you."
You stared again. His eyes were so beautiful. That tiny mole on the left side of his cheek was handsome. His chin dimple, alluring. You raised a hand to brush his stubbled face. He covered your hand with his. You kissed him again.
"I'm going to miss you, too."
You licked your bottom lip. You leaned forward. "So let's make this night one to remember."
"Again?" he laughed. "Are you not satisfied?"
You smiled, "Not enough to leave it at that." You kissed his lips once more before wandering down his chest, moving to straddle his body. You kissed down his body as he sighed deeply, a tiny groan leaving his chest. As your lips brushed the delectable space of his V-line, he groaned.
A night to remember.
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creepling · 5 months
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begging you with everything in me that you do another brother!johnny fic-🪓
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cotton white - stepbro!j. slaughter / <1k
i don't wanna leave you hanging anon, so i cooked this up and hope it meets your seedy needs!! for these type of fics i make them stepcest for johnny, just bc it's canon that nancy stole that mf so i make reader in the same predicament. but these pervs don't know that...
tags. smut - mdni. stepcest. fem!reader. giving farmer girl vibes. mention of marriage/old traditions. semi-plot. fucked dumb. johnny being perverted. dirty talk. climax on face.
Johnny liked returning after long trips, hiking from the parked truck and heading for the haven. You are the reason he calls this place home. His pretty sister hangs damp clothes on a line, the sun revealing more for his eyes under your thin cotton dress. The loveliest flower among mother’s flowerbeds, your smile bright and innocent at his arrival. Johnny approaches you, resting his hand on the dip of your waist, planting a prolonged kiss on your crown.
“I missed ya, darlin’,” He whispered, his eyes dangerously suggestive.
You chuckle nervously, side-eyeing the window. “Momma might be looking,”
Throughout the years, there were many chances Nancy caught on to the prohibited relationship between the two of you. If she has, she has decided to keep silent about it.
Johnny only chuckled, leaning back and admiring you, until he slacked off and hooped his thumbs into his belt hoops. “Wanna meet me tonight?”
You were never allowed over in Johnny’s shack under Nancy’s eye, hence why it consisted of you sneaking out of your room at night. You were the prized jewel, under the protection of the home, blossoming to someday be married off – learn the trade of your mother. The separation from Johnny only tempted him further, and his promise of pleasure and experience was too blinding to ignore.
You simply nodded, picking up the empty wicker basket to return it inside, bidding farewell to your brother with an abrasion of the shoulder. His eyes were on you until you vanished inside.
Your bare feet paddle through the cold grass and retreat to Johnny’s shack door, sneaking through the ajar door that creaked lowly. Johnny waited patiently on his busted couch, a drunken beer bottle on the coffee table, his smirk enlarging at the sight of you. Fresh from bathing, your white dress draped temporarily from your short trip, your flimsy bra strap hanging from your shoulder. Johnny rose and approached you, pressing your body against his with a swift grip on your waist, peering down. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek, stirred by your soft features. He spoke with his movements, pressing his rough lips against yours, engulfing your smooth mouth and kissing it plump. As his lips move to your neck, you sigh in pleasure.
“You’re immaculate, as always,” he chimed, “Betcha miss me, ay sis?”
You nod through the pleasure, the cold air smacking your back legs as he hikes up your dress, gripping your ass, fingers tickling your soft white knickers. Your feet press into the rough hardwood, reaching the height to wrap your arms around him, giving in to the sinful lust. It wasn’t wrong. It was never wrong. It didn’t feel bad.
Johnny ruts your pristine body harder into the couch, your arms pinning your breasts to stabilise their uncontrollable bouncing. Your moans muffled with pursed lips, afraid of making too much noise, mesmerised by your older brother drilling his cock into your tight pussy. It was intoxicating, like all the other times, giving yourself willingly to him. Your skin toughening from his grip that never loosened, a harsh smack to your ass now and then to remind you who you belong to. Bouncing against his cock like your life depended on it, never feeling full enough of him. You let him manhandle you, puppeteer your body in a desired position, drunk on his toned body pressing against you, engulfing your frame.
Johnny lets you grind down on his cock, eyes locked on your body and amused by how desperate you are. His hands guided you, forcing you to take his full length, drawing circles into your puffy clit to chuckle at your mewls.
“So desperate f’ me,” he breathed out, “‘Missed this tight little pussy.”
He took back complete control, pinning your body under him, burying his dick deep inside you, his face on your neck and inhaling your familiar scent. You whined and choked under the pressure but still succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure soaring through you. A feeling only your brother could ignite in you.
His dirty talk echoed in your mind as he pressed his lips to your ear, reserving his words only for you. “Such a good ‘lil sis, letting your big bro fuck you whenever he wants. No man ever gonna make you feel this good, ya hear me? Only me - only fucking me - yeeah, that’s right.”
Your mind fogged from his fast pace, dumbly nodding to his words, unable to consider their extent. You can only drown in his eyes, your cunt slick and fucked raw. Willing your puppy dog eyes as Johnny cums all over your face, easing at the grunts of his release, your face presumptuous as you taste him on your lulling tongue.
“That’s it, princess,” he chuckles, “Take it all.”
Perverted to the state of your face, Johnny prolonged his stare, wishing it was only inside you, dripping from that slick cunt he couldn’t get enough of.
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neverchecking · 6 months
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Day 3: Boot Worship- With Wars
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Posting this right before my field placement bc i have nothing queued. Side bar, why the FUCK is it spelt like that? Thats so many unnecessary letters. But yeah, I can hear it now. In a distinctly southern accent. Maybe from Texas. "Cinder, que your shit. I have mine all queued." And my response to that is no <3. I prefer this method of posting at random ass times just to keep you all on your toes.
Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!
Smut CW: You kiss Wars boot and he's mean about. Maybe he set you up, maybe he didn't. Hard to tell these days.
This is Day three of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.
Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 2 >>>Day 4
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“Kiss it.”
He watched in pure satisfaction as you leaned down, head bowed with your pretty little wrists tied securely behind your back. You wobbled mid-bow before spreading your knees a bit more, stabling yourself before continuing the descent. Your nose brushed against the brown leather first, and he watched as you took a breath, watching it cloud the once polished boot before your lips pressed against it. 
“Good. Now, stay there.” Wars hummed, leaning an elbow on the arm of his chair before his cheek came to rest on his fist. 
You listen so well, remaining complacent just for him. He had promised you your freedom in exchange for your obedience, honey slickened words slipping out of his mouth in the same manner he imagined the serpent did to tempt the people of old into sin.But seeing you, so malleable for him had his pants stirring in a way he hadn’t felt in an embarrassing amount of time. 
Maybe he had a bit of a need just to corrupt your unseeden soul. You had been such a perfect peach when he had seen you in the market. Plump in all the right places and looking tooth-rottingly sweet. He knew he needed just a taste. t
Admittedly, it broke his heart watching the knights surround you. A merchant had cried out about a pair of missing jeweled rings right after you had said your good-byes and the only plausible suspect had been you. You looked so embarrassed at the accusation, trying to clear your name, but a quick search of your bag showed the ring. One singular ring. Wars could only watch as you cried and pleaded you had no idea how that got there, but that was some rather incriminating evidence really. You didn’t stand a chance. He almost felt bad, twirling the other ring in his pocket as he watched them drag you away. 
Of course it gave him the chance to get his hands on his decadent forbidden fruit. 
When you first saw him, crouched on the ground with your head bowed, you had scrambled to beg for forgiveness. Rambling that it really was all an honest mistake and trembled as you brokenly pleaded that you didn’t want to die. 
You were such a foolish little gem, thinking he’d let you go after finally getting you into his grasp. You, from this point forward, wouldn’t know struggle let alone death. He wouldn’t let you. You would live a life of lavish frivolities and silken garbs, playing the part of the perfect house spouse for the Captain.
He knew other nobles would drool just seeing you clad in the finest silk and gems. 
It was just a matter of training you well enough to keep you in line. Not that it would take long. Not with the way you were so eager to prove yourself to him. So eager to remain in his good graces for the deluded dream you would see the outside world without him once again.
In his unoccupied hand, he twirled the one of the rings in his hand. It was too small for him, the other remaining on his left hand as a testament to this, but your hand? It would look pretty. 
“Real shame they couldn’t find it when you needed it, my dove.” He grinned, shaking his head a bit. His other foot came to press your shoulder further down, shoving your face further into his boot. “I’ll keep it safe for you for now. Now,” His grin turned sharp and his eyes turned icy. “You’ve made such a mess over my boots. Lick it clean.”
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ginoeh · 2 months
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Destruction!Hob for the wip game, please
@tj-dragonblade asked for the same. So here you go - I'm so late to answer this, I sorryyyyyy TT
I don’t really have any scenes or snipets yet - it's just 3k of story layout and plot points. I remade that into a kind of extended summary for easier consumption... XD
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The 20th century slogs through artillerie fire, bloody trenches, mustard gas and mass murder and Hob is getting the feeling that, while humans were always wont to find new and exciting ways to destroy each other to gain some ephemeral profit, something isn't quite right with the world. Hasn't been for a long while now if he's being honest.
Something is missing and it's not only the fact that Hob and so many others haven't been able to dream for decades now. Cut off from hope and respite, violence and hatred loom closer to the surface.
The destruction humanity wreaths on not only each other but the world at large seems wanton, unchecked and manic - a wildly swinging pendulum approaching the ultimate catastrophe.
When he starts looking into the fate of the world, he encounters a maze with too many paths to tread. There, he meets his d/Destiny. Now he only needs to find out about his F/fate.
This is the story in which Hob needs to find a damn true crossroad where someone was once hanged in the effing 21st century English countryside bc he needs answers damnit and they aren’t cheap.
And if anyone were to ask Hob, master of change and yet still keeper of memories past, then D/destruction - the liminal space between the old and the new, the shatterpoint between what was and what will be but never ever both or the bridge between states - can just as well fuck off. Because it’s bridges and slow change and diplomacy and compromise that the world needs. There’ve been enough either-or situations going around the past couple centuries. Humans have never been just one thing, after all. There’s always been good and bad, mind and matter, old and new. He’s kind of the perfect embodiment of it, isn't he? Human and immortal, loving life and able to sense death, constantly changing and at the core always the same. Duality at its finest. And if he has sometimes embodied double standards and duplicity - well, those are very human concepts as well, right?
(Here is Hob, a gem in the rough, who needs to be cut to shape to let his facets shine. There are Death and Destruction, both powers without compromise. And there is Dream, possibility and hope and could-be's that may not take shape. To make a jewel one needs to cut the gem out of the stone. But to see its different facets, one only needs to turn it differently into the light.)
Yes, I'm on my ‘change is necessary' bs again XD
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transmasc-wizard · 2 years
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I absolutely want to hear your opinions on the generic YA fantasy writing style
thank you for giving me a reason to Scream, friend
So. A lot of the YA fantasy writing These Days is so incredibly formulaic that I actually made a formula.
I wish I was kidding.
It goes like this: chip bag worldbuilding + incredibly vague descriptions + ALWAYS using verbs + melodramatic emotions + super close camera + characters blank enough to project on but characterized enough to feel vaguely attractive = YA fantasy novel.
To further show this, I've written a little snippet of generic YA fantasy writing, following all the rules here that apply:
He was gorgeous, all curved muscle and tall frame, leaning casually against the wall. His dark eyes searched me with cool and impersonal purpose, but there was something else behind them--intrigue, maybe. At a girl like me? I was small and blond, nothing special about my face or body, and yet I could have sworn he thought me to be pretty.
Desire bloomed in my mind, a golden firework show of want. Then guilt slithered in my gut, gripping me tight and reminding me that the Divine Girls were not supposed to want the love of anyone but our gods. And yet my wishing could not stay quiet, shouting in the back of my mind even when I shut it into the corner.
I smoothed my blue velvet skirts; they were the finest money could buy, adorned with shining jewels and clearly well-made. Then I smiled at him and asked, "What's your name?"
Ew. Ow. I'm done. But that gets the point across, yeah?
The descriptions are so vague I want to cry. Believe me, I wanted to tell you more about Fantasy Love Interest Guy's actual looks. I want to tell you more about Miss Protagonist than that she's small and blond. I want to talk more about why the dress seems so well-made. (Obviously not all at once, but like. In the damn scene at some point.) But I couldn't, because that's not how YA Fantasy does it. Descriptions don't actually have a solid feel to them; they're not thought through or ever given little things that might make them feel more real. (And people are attractive, but it doesn't, like... tell you specifics. The guy is Muscled and Dark-Eyed and Gorgeous.) I based them on Throne of Glass especially, but it's far from the only inspiration.
And the emotions. Guilt gripping her tight. Desire as a firework show the first time she meets him. Like... wtf will it be when they actually get to know each other and fall in love? By immediately making the emotions huge, it means they either can't get bigger later or will be big to the point of melodrama. Pretty much every YA novel I read is like this (same with the verb thing).
Speaking of the damn verbs. Everything, even concepts, is doing something. Desire blooms, guilt slithers, wishing shouts. I don't think you can never do that, but again. It feels so dramatic. Sometimes, you've got to save the dramatic things for later. (See: that quote I reblogged about how if you say "infinitely" when you mean "very", you won't have anything to say when something is truly infinite.) Sometimes lighting flashes instead of striking the sky with a boldness, or the character is just tired instead of so exhausted they want to sleep and never wake up again. It's ok. It's like "try not to use adverbs or passive voice" turned into "no adverbs or passive voice ever and if you use them it's terrible".
The camera's super close, too. This isn't inherently bad, again, but a lot of YA does it regardless of whether or not it benefits the story. Like... this might be a story that's good for third person & farther away narrative distance. But who knows, bc YA authors don't Do That!
I don't really have an opportunity to show the chip bag worldbuilding (worldbuilding that seems good at a first glance but, like chip bags, is actually like 70% nothingness), since it's just an excerpt. But most of the YA fantasies I've read would take the Devine Girls (whatever those are, use yr imagination) and give... like... very basic facts about them. They're a convent, they worship the gods to become closer to them, they wear all grey and live simple lives, they're mostly respected, and they are not supposed to put anyone before their gods. (Miss Protagonist will obviously do this. It's probably the point of the plot.) That's not enough. It's a jumping off point, something to say in... you know... a tumblr post. Not a novel. It should talk about why the Devine Girls exist in the first place, why they're so much more religious than most people, why they want to be closer to the gods, etc. But it probably wouldn't, because that's just... not something that's thought of.
See: Little Thieves by Margaret Owen did not actually do a lot of worldbuilding in regards to magic or gods, despite a literal curse from a goddess being the centre of the plot. (It did do moderately well with Creatures and society, though; i'll give it that.) It's all super vague and just enough to make you feel like you got some nice nutritious worldbuilding, but like... it'd be nice if that worldbuilding bag was not mostly air.
I don't know how to conclude things but. yeah!! formula!! i don't care if other people like this, but personally i'd like to see some variety for once!! (also i challenge writers to attempt the Formulaic YA Style for a few paragraphs on their own, just for funsies. it's interesting to write imo.) Peace and love on planet earth <3
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joeynewgarden · 1 year
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what kpop song do you associate with each of your favorite f1 driver(s)?
this is such a good question, thank you! here they are in the order in which i could remember their names. this is me outing myself as a ch*co and l*ndo supporter, sorry to whom my actions impact. i also linked all the songs!
lewis: imperfect love - seventeen. my fav song from my fav group. everything about this song makes me feel so warm and loved, yet like i could run through a wall? and i think that’s how lewis makes me feel honestly. like coming home after a rough day and your bestie saying “ok, now let’s run this 4 mile,” and bc it’s them, you find the strength to go. sometimes watching his ig story will piss me off bc it’s so motivating i will actually get up and go do the shit i need to get done and i hate it.
fav lyric: 까맣던 이 세상을, 행복하게 비춘 햇살, 밤 되면 별이 되어. the sunlight that happily illuminates this dark world, becomes a star when night comes
george: far - nct 127. george’s shonen anime arc fr. i feel like as he’s come into himself as both a person and a driver, he’s become more confident, and when he fully settles into being behind the wheel of a competent car (no shade to williams, my loves), he’ll be unstoppable. the hard percussion and the vocal line going the fuck off puts me in my “move out my way or be moved” zone and i feel like we’ll see more of that from george in the next few seasons. also i always think haechan and taeil’s part in the pre-chorus is “go off, go off, til we girlboss, girboss” even though that is very much not the lyrics but i think it fits george v well.
fav lyric: 나를 이끈 너머, oh-oh, 떠나 자유롭게 가자 far away. going beyond what led me, oh-oh, departing freely, let's go far away
sebastian: habit - seventeen. my standing under the shower fully clothed, tears streaming down my face, 90s music video in the rain, punching the wall song. i’m gonna miss him and i play this song whenever i miss someone a lot or i made a particularly difficult goodbye. and i know i’m not the only one feeling this as we say “see ya later” to seb, and this is the one that immediately jumped into my mind when thinking about this question. i almost said campfire by isaac hong, but i decided that was too sad.
fav lyric: 그때처럼 널 감싸 안으며, 웃고 싶다고 네게 말하고 싶어. i want to embrace you like I did then, and tell you that I want to smile
lance: step back - GOT the beat. i might get hate for this, but again so does lance so maybe it works. just the most bad bitch, serving cunt, slightly problematic song i can think of, and it absolutely goes. matches his “dicks up when i walk in the party” energy. lance and me are besties for life and so if you have beef with him, you got beef with me. also he’s cooler than you and funnier. and his gf is hotter than your’s. also he’s an f1 driver. here’s to him making fernando’s life so miserable next year the man goes into retirement. permanently. fun fact: i was so obsessed with the choreo after watching smtown, i learned it in two hours the first time someone posted a clear shot of the dance.
fav lyric: Uh, 남자들 다 똑같아, 내가 뜨면 시선집중, 여기저기 flash 터져. boys are the same, all eyes on me when I appear, everywhere there's a flash
yuki: wishlist - txt. my one woman dance party song that makes me unreasonably happy. yuki’s honesty and lack of censorship is something i deeply admire about him, and this song is about someone getting so fed up with the person they love hiding their feelings that they’re just like “ok i’m done, tell me you like me now.” i feel like that fits yuki very well. i also associate yuki with txt. i think their youthful feel makes me think of him and my obsession with space/stars matches their star/multi-dimensional concept, and i feel the same about yuki. my little star that is way more than meets the eye.
fav lyric: 너란 별이 담긴 보석함이, 내 맘에 또 넘쳐서. a jewel box with a star called you inside, is overflowing in my heart
alex: i got a boy - snsd. i feel like i don’t have to explain myself. i really do got a boy and his name is alex albon.
fav lyric: i got a boy 멋진 i got a boy 착한, i got a boy handsome boy 내 맘 다 가져간. i got a boy a cool one, i got a boy a kind one, i got a boy handsome boy who took all my heart
mick: ooh ahh - twice: idk how to describe this but he really makes me feel like ooh ahh! i also like how this song is about not settling and knowing your worth, which i think is what mick did over this last season. the upbeat tone and the synth-pop moments make me feel like the teen i was when the song came out, and i always say mick has boyish charm to me, so i guess i just associate this song with him on vibes. the first race i ever watched was silverstone and watching him get his first points wooed me spectacularly.
fav lyric: 가짜 가짜 진심 없는 가짜, 잘 가 잘 가. fake, fake, empty-hearted fake. goodbye, good riddance
lando: blame me - monsta x. i did not want to like lando, i did not need to get attached to another mclaren driver, pato is enough, and a ton of people seemed to hate him. but that bugger weaseled his way into my heart and now he’s my little leopard gecko who i carry around the house with me. i’m the parent who said no dogs but then treats the dog better than their own child. the lyrics of this song match exactly.
fav lyric: if i’m falling, baby, don’t blame me
checo: lullaby (spanish version) - got7. everyone knows this is the superior version, just like checo is the superior red bull driver. one of the first things about him that made my heart soften a little was listening to him talk! i grew listening to mexican spanish primarily and was taught mexican spanish in hs, so his voice is very familiar and soothing to me. i think the song is really fun in general and the lyrics i think are pretty accurate to my experience of kinda giving up on not liking him, i was reeled in and i can’t really get away, but i don’t want to either. is this stockholm syndrome?
fav lyric: háblame dulce, es mágico, no me puedo escapar de ti. talk to me sweet, it’s magical, i can’t escape you.
charles: so bad - stayc. bc i do! i want him so bad, it’s sick! everything about him has bewitched me, body and soul! i call him my little mong mong (i saw someone call seungmin this on twt and i was like “oh my god, charles.”), bc he really is my little shining star, love of my life, sugar cookie. baby boy i will follow you to the ends of the earth, i adore you. he is such a fighter and i’m glad to see him stick up for himself more that the end of the season (should of been earlier), and i hope we can see him fight for the title next year. i will be rooting for him always. another alaysia fact: this mv came out on my birthday and i was hooked immediately, learned the dance the second the dance practice came out and i credit this song to being my bridge into kpop.
fav lyric: 정말야 I want you SO BAD, 난 니가 필요해 yeah. for real, i want you so bad, i need you, yeah
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domjaehyun · 2 years
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breathe in, breathe out, relax, breathe in, breathe out, relax.. yes, I'm doing breathe exercise bc you fcked the air out of my fcking lungs miss jewel (crying to the pain but what's new). idk, idk how to tell you another way that you're just an incredible human being and im so happy to know you. that's just crazy how over heels you can make me over a fictional story of a man.. an attractive man bC THE DAMN THREE PICS OF HYUCK LITERALLY LURED ME IN TO START READING EVEN THO I WASNT READY. like, I wasn't given the chance to take a breathe of air u know 😮‍💨 I think you got the memo of the majority of your domjaehyun fam, WE LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE HYUCK'S CHARACTER and u just combined all of our weaknesses into his character .. today.. you delivered a masterpiece 🤜🏻🤛🏻 good job, you really did ♡ thank you thank you and thank you for this, I hope you know that you're have the power to lighten the days and nights of many of us ♡ and we appreciate you so much for that hehe. *cough* anywAY ladies let's get back to our favorite story, hyuck is so hot ????? also, was a chill reading, it was recovering bc of the little change of the background (minus the walk to the convenience store who added some spicy stuff for the story development hehe, I'm mad at that lily girl hm but I don't blame her. yn's attitude during this scene was funny to read lol but hyuck's response to it.. damn.. if only had eyes for her I'm so jealoUS). speaking if this scene.. THE SCENE BEFORE ? the way you build the tension between them, hyuck trapping her against the wall of a building.. giving in into the kiss but being interrupted by something else, it only build more and more the tension and i was waiting for the moment where it would explode 😶‍🌫️ it was like a countdown, it was so hot omg. I liked the side characters as well, it was a good distraction from the tension between our two hotties!! i literaly loved the way you wrote hyuck, like.. the way he wasnt having any filter toward yn and how he literally spoke about the truth ? it was so unexpected and it got me crazy 🥲 and the way he touched her.. oh god I need to calm the fck down before I start doing a mess of myself lol. there is too much things to say omg 😭😭 I'm so active at night itd funny bc it's always during this time that I send you feedback hehe but anyway who care ! the sexe scene?? like.. in front of my salad like that ? they didn't even check if there was ppl lmaoo exhibitionist much ? or they don't even care and couldn't resist anymore.. damn that sounds hot.. mutual pinning is so hot when it's writing right, and this my friend, you did it with a perfect score ♡ also, I'm jumping from scene to scene I'm sorry but the sight of hyuck smoking is hot, but only for the mind pic tho, bc it's bad for the health and I don't like the smell of weed, but again, who care hyuck is so smexy right ✨️🗿 ALSO THEY HAVENT EXPLICITLY SHARED THEIR MUTUAL CRUSH RIGHT ? (or else I'm really blinded by my live for hyuck) I would have loved a final ending with this, but I think the whole story speak for itself when it comes with mutual attraction with feelings involved ❤️‍🔥 again, you keep surprising me with how phenomenal your writing is, you're doing so much for your audience, I love you 👉🏻👈🏻
okay i’m gonna. do smth new and make sure i address every part of this by like. quoting it in a way? HEAR ME OUT YOU’LL SEE OKAY UNDER THE CUT :D
okay my responses are in the indented block quotes :D
breathe in, breathe out, relax, breathe in, breathe out, relax.. yes, I'm doing breathe exercise bc you fcked the air out of my fcking lungs miss jewel (crying to the pain but what's new).
IM SORRY FHFDGDFGS I DIDNT MEAN TO CAUSE BREATHING PROBLEMS!!!!! that was not my intention BUT IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT :D
idk, idk how to tell you another way that you're just an incredible human being and im so happy to know you.
OMG??? this is so sweet wtf thank you so much 😭😭😭
that's just crazy how over heels you can make me over a fictional story of a man.. an attractive man bC THE DAMN THREE PICS OF HYUCK LITERALLY LURED ME IN TO START READING EVEN THO I WASNT READY.
DFHJGSJKLF I’M SORRY your message abt not being ready made me cackle earlier 😭 it took me so long to find pictures i like and i kept finding pictures that spurred OTHER fic ideas it was so painful :(((
like, I wasn't given the chance to take a breathe of air u know 😮‍💨 I think you got the memo of the majority of your domjaehyun fam, WE LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE HYUCK'S CHARACTER and u just combined all of our weaknesses into his character .. today.. you delivered a masterpiece 🤜🏻🤛🏻 good job, you really did ♡ thank you thank you and thank you for this, I hope you know that you're have the power to lighten the days and nights of many of us ♡ and we appreciate you so much for that hehe.
:’) THANK YOU he’s so fun to write i love him i do i do :’) thank you omg a “masterpiece” PLS ive been worried abt this fic im like . no one is gonna like it …………….. very nervous…….. so this means a lot thank you omg :’) and all these kind words im MELTING PLS THANK YOU 😭
*cough* anywAY ladies let's get back to our favorite story, hyuck is so hot ????? also, was a chill reading, it was recovering bc of the little change of the background (minus the walk to the convenience store who added some spicy stuff for the story development hehe, I'm mad at that lily girl hm but I don't blame her. yn's attitude during this scene was funny to read lol but hyuck's response to it.. damn.. if only had eyes for her I'm so jealoUS).
HE IS SO HOT YOU’RE RIGHT !!!!! and yeahhhhh late night adventures are fun and good opportunities to get close to people :D and OKAY YES I WANTED TO MAKE THAT KINDA CLEAR………….. we do not hate lily we do not blame her she just fell victim to his charms even if he didnt know he was doing anything !!!! we are a lil aggravated that she wanted him but we, like you said, cant blame her 💖 #welovewomen #respectwomen aND OKAY NO BC I REALLY LIKE WRITING WHIPPED MALE CHARACTERS IT’S MY LIFEBLOOD AT THIS POINT…….
speaking if this scene.. THE SCENE BEFORE ? the way you build the tension between them, hyuck trapping her against the wall of a building.. giving in into the kiss but being interrupted by something else, it only build more and more the tension and i was waiting for the moment where it would explode 😶‍🌫️ it was like a countdown, it was so hot omg.
HEHEHEHE i enjoy teasing it’s so fun omg it’s probably like my favorite part of writing 😵‍💫 I LIKE THE EXPLOSION MOMENT I LOVE THAT SHIT!!!!!!!! THANK YOU :D
I liked the side characters as well, it was a good distraction from the tension between our two hotties!!
omg i wanted to give jaemin and jeno more screen time tbh but i was really trying to avoid this being as long as it ended up being 😭 i had a whole deleted scene in my mind but it’s gone now </3 so sorry to nomin
i literaly loved the way you wrote hyuck, like.. the way he wasnt having any filter toward yn and how he literally spoke about the truth ? it was so unexpected and it got me crazy 🥲 and the way he touched her.. oh god I need to calm the fck down before I start doing a mess of myself lol. there is too much things to say omg 😭😭
eeeee i love direct men that’s so hot to me and i just think . he’d be upfront about liking you like . he might flirt in convoluted ways but overall if he likes you i firmly think You Would Know 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and YEAH THE TOUCHING. …… *dies* this was self-indulgent of me will be real. will be very real. yes. i like touching 😭
I'm so active at night itd funny bc it's always during this time that I send you feedback hehe but anyway who care !
it is okay i am active whenever i feel like it so no hour is too late !!!! :D
the sexe scene?? like.. in front of my salad like that ? they didn't even check if there was ppl lmaoo exhibitionist much ? or they don't even care and couldn't resist anymore.. damn that sounds hot..
LOOK SJFJSJJDSJDJS they were temporarily not of sound mind and body cut them some slack </3 the horny took over </3 BUT if it’s any consolation i imagined haechan parked like. in a relatively quiet area like there aren’t even many houses so the chances of someone coming out were low !!!
mutual pinning is so hot when it's writing right, and this my friend, you did it with a perfect score ♡
EEE THANK YOU i’m obsessed w mutual pining it’s so cute and fun 🥴🥴🥴
also, I'm jumping from scene to scene I'm sorry but the sight of hyuck smoking is hot, but only for the mind pic tho, bc it's bad for the health and I don't like the smell of weed, but again, who care hyuck is so smexy right ✨️🗿
that is totally okay weed isn’t for everyone!! he’s rly so . so fine like i just think Hyuck Sexy—
ALSO THEY HAVENT EXPLICITLY SHARED THEIR MUTUAL CRUSH RIGHT ? (or else I'm really blinded by my live for hyuck)
YEAH YOURE RIGHT THEY DIDNT SAY OUTWARDLY “i like you” at any point for real but they get at the point in other ways !! like when haechan says he likes her too much to be mean to her yknow?
I would have loved a final ending with this, but I think the whole story speak for itself when it comes with mutual attraction with feelings involved
🥺🥺🥺 thank you omg and yeah i kinda hoped? ppl would react like that? bc i wanted it kiiiinda open ended? possibly bc another song inspired another part to this fic but idk . idk 🧍🏽‍♀️ idk!!!! but it’s safe to assume they’re like . basically together at this point BUT they’re still kinda toying with each other!!
❤️‍🔥 again, you keep surprising me with how phenomenal your writing is, you're doing so much for your audience, I love you 👉🏻👈🏻
THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU TOO 😭😭😭 IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT GENUINELY!!
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baekhvuns · 1 year
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The fields were crooked or some shit idk, something was going on there. Or perhaps most teams sucked 😭 but actually back when I played we had this school field and one side was much better. Can't explain why, but no one wanted to start on the left wjhshsjsjsshhssh
Mou couching Brazil, a funny concept to me, but let's see it! I'm really curious who's gonna lead who 👀 Ronaldo x Ramos as Hongjoong and Wooyoung in Salary Lupin
Lol that Anthony kid ajshhahsjahahah. I don't wanna jinx it or get too excited, but I'm happy with Arsenal now, even if Man City overtakes them, their stats are so good anyway! Chelsea was always unstable tbh, but wtf is going on. I feel bad for Liverpool, but oh well..... not every red team can be on top 🤗 but Ronaldo in Man City?! Are Messi and Neymar joined by the hip or what lmao?
Omg I didn't know Alv*s' wife was mourning :/ and the Wednesday guy??? Fucking filth. Okay but I chuckled at Cope del Prison 😭
William has always been pressured yeah, but I never really liked him tbh and Kate too... maybe in the beginning, but something about them is off to me, not genuine. But that's everyone in that family actually 😬 I can't blame Harry for fucking off, because being a royal sounds like a nightmare. I'd never want to be that delusional and out of touch <3 (I can take some of the money, but that's it)
YG keeping BP just for having them in the dungeon for the next 3 years, lmao right. SM did it first, now JYPE and other companies followed the jewel case bullshit!!! Ooooh and a new CEO, hopefully they're not too horrible, the bar is so low, pls...
Eunhyuk and his pink flip phone, you know I'm just saying this video is both hilarious and precious 🤧
The reveal of GG absolutely killed me like... to me Joe from You is Dan from GG after he totally spiralled jsjsjabdjahahashgs. PLL was worse, but also more unhinged so they're a bit different in my eyes, both are crimes against humanity, yet kinda iconic
Yes I'm the snake whisperer 🐍 idek what to say cause lots of the things I saw and heard are about British local celebs, like some people from Geordie Shore and Made in Chelsea. But let's just say I was a bit taken aback seeing people on social media acting all couple-y after witnessing one or even both of them sucking other people's faces 🤔
What's the Only Hope webtoon about? I'd have to investigate 👀
I think we need to admit our defeat and realise Hwa is most likely not blonde anymore. I'd kill for some other colour though or dark blonde, but it seems like they're all going black. Quite underwhelming ngl, I'm hoping for Joong to do something 🙏🏻
Me fighting all the scissors so they don't come anywhere near Felix and Seonghwa 🗡
I had a miniscule Nascar thing after watching a cartoon about it? But it's not a thing in Europe so idc, F1 was my shit ages ago
AAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭 I have the same beanie, I love when idols wear them, cat Hwa agenda!!!
Miss Anya, we get it jahsjahsjjabaha
Understandable. One of my cats is obsessed with my Hwa doll - DV 💖
hello!!
The fields were crooked or some shit idk, something was going on there. Or perhaps most teams sucked 😭 but actually back when I played we had this school field and one side was much better. Can't explain why, but no one wanted to start on the left wjhshsjsjsshhssh
no seriously im convinced either the fields were small or the brazilian players just knew what to do at every time,,, the latter 🤚🏻 NO YOU ARE CORRECT U SEE IT EVEN IN THE GAMES ONE SIDE IS ALWAYS BETTER FOR WHATEVER REASON IT JUST FEELS CORRECT anon, kaka ft. kaka's son crumb! & rm signing a 16yo brazilian wonderkid for $60mill??? 😳😳 he’s kinda INSANE
Mou couching Brazil, a funny concept to me, but let's see it! I'm really curious who's gonna lead who 👀 Ronaldo x Ramos as Hongjoong and Wooyoung in Salary Lupin
iM INTO IT BC MAYBE BRAZIL NEEDS A FOREIGN COACH TO GET THE NEXT WC mou ftw bc zidane’s growing his hair back bc france said no 😭😭 FBWNDBWKFJWK GET OUT BC I CAN SEE IT HAPPENING TOO JVHCKCJ & in honour of mou’s birth
Lol that Anthony kid ajshhahsjahahah. I don't wanna jinx it or get too excited, but I'm happy with Arsenal now, even if Man City overtakes them, their stats are so good anyway! Chelsea was always unstable tbh, but wtf is going on. I feel bad for Liverpool, but oh well….. not every red team can be on top 🤗 but Ronaldo in Man City?! Are Messi and Neymar joined by the hip or what lmao?
antony is so funny 😭😭😭 bro finally plays with confidence <3 chelsea just be hitting a new low every time THERE IS NO PASSION! THERE IS NO VISION! NO ATTENTION! NO TRYING IN THAT CLUB fbwkfjwm liverpool at least in the top 10 😭😭 RONALDO AT BAYERN AND MAN CITY APPARENTLY HE WAS ALMOST THERE,, aguero is pulling strings for messi @ man city and they wanna sign him too + neymar hinting at man city transfer jcvsn LMFAOOO THEY ARE ACTUALLY FBFBF
neymar and messi have been at each other hip’s since njr joined barca as a youngster! and messi kinda took him under his wing and protected him often fbf they have been like this since barca and it’s truly so funny seeing them like this fbdb
Omg I didn't know Alv*s' wife was mourning :/ and the Wednesday guy??? Fucking filth. Okay but I chuckled at Cope del Prison 😭
yEAAH!! she also issued a statement on it asking to be left alone bc she’s mourning and now her husband facing trials abt it,,, tbh why don’t hollywood casting directors like look into the background of ppl before casting them 😭😭😭 COPA DEL PRISON FBWKFJSKJC they don’t have premier league, they got prisoner league
William has always been pressured yeah, but I never really liked him tbh and Kate too… maybe in the beginning, but something about them is off to me, not genuine. But that's everyone in that family actually 😬 I can't blame Harry for fucking off, because being a royal sounds like a nightmare. I'd never want to be that delusional and out of touch <3 (I can take some of the money, but that's it)
oh 👁👄👁 u may know more than me bc i only knew about them when they broadcasted his wedding, tho yeah i think they stay quiet and do their work and make no fuss which is a plus for me bfnwbd but miss sophie <333 IT REALLY DOES i wonder if they realize they are so out of touch,,, maybe they should watch the crown so they can see a mirror,, LMFAOOOO TAKE SOME OF THE MONEY AND GO AWAY DBWNDJS TAKE THAT INHERITANCE AND DISAPPEAR, THAT 17MIL??? DIANA BABES SEND IT MY WAY I WILL TREAT THAT MONEY RIGHT!
YG keeping BP just for having them in the dungeon for the next 3 years, lmao right. SM did it first, now JYPE and other companies followed the jewel case bullshit!!! Ooooh and a new CEO, hopefully they're not too horrible, the bar is so low, pls… //// Eunhyuk and his pink flip phone, you know I'm  just saying this video is both hilarious and precious 🤧
😭😭😭 the impact they would’ve had if they had continuous comebacks w good songs but i guess their tactics worked 😭😭 NO BC THE JEWEL CASE VER THE PHOTOBOOK IS SO THIN WHATS EVEN THE POINT MAN 😭😭 the bar for sm’s ceo is so low, won’t be convinced until there’s an announcement of the change,,, STOP IT STOP IT IM TRYING TO WRITE FOR A DIFFERENT MAN DO NOT MAKE ME SWERVE PLEASE and hyoyeon saying coachella invited GOT last year but they didn’t go bc they didn’t have more songs 😭😭😭
The reveal of GG absolutely killed me like… to me Joe from You is Dan from GG after he totally spiralled jsjsjabdjahahashgs. PLL was worse, but also more unhinged so they're a bit different in my eyes, both are crimes against humanity, yet kinda iconic
LMFAOOOO YOURE RIGHT 😭😭😭 so unhinged but so dramatic, oh for the 2000’s show’s to make a comeback and bless us with their drama id actually cry, bc what was euphoria 😭😭 iconic in every way!!!! AND THE GASP I DID  but u know which show was more iconic, wizards of waverly place 🤚🏻
👁👁 + this bgm awoke something in me
Yes I'm the snake whisperer 🐍 idek what to say cause lots of the things I saw and heard are about British local celebs, like some people from Geordie Shore and Made in Chelsea. But let's just say I was a bit taken aback seeing people on social media acting all couple-y after witnessing one or even both of them sucking other people's faces 🤔
do u randomly do the “hssshpaahsssh” every now and then? channeling ur inner slytherin?? AAAAHHHH 👁👁 i bet the amount of news u get about everyone is groundbreaking 🤚🏻 there’s a few open secrets here about the younger nhl players purchasing gwagon’s bc it attracts girls 😭😭😭
What's the Only Hope webtoon about? I'd have to investigate 👀
it’s like this! it just started so it’s a bit confusing
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and there’s also this one,, the art is really cute and funny ☺️
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I think we need to admit our defeat and realise Hwa is most likely not blonde anymore. I'd kill for some other colour though or dark blonde, but it seems like they're all going black. Quite underwhelming ngl, I'm hoping for Joong to do something 🙏🏻 //// Me fighting all the scissors so they don't come anywhere near Felix and Seonghwa 🗡
HE IS !!!! BLACK HAIRED !!!! RBWKDHWKDHWK GOOD THING ITS BLACK BC IF IT WERE BLOND AND U MISSED IT 🤚🏻 UNSTANNING HIM 🔫🔫 STILL A LITTLE BIT LONG i think yeah they're all black haired now 😭😭 no bc felix better sleep with one eye open, if the scissor comes near him it’s on site
I had a miniscule Nascar thing after watching a cartoon about it? But it's not a thing in Europe so idc, F1 was my shit ages ago
there was a whole cartoon on nascar??? ayo wHAAT f1’s def becoming more and more big with charles leclerc being the stan attracter
AAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭  I have the same beanie, I love when idols wear them, cat Hwa agenda!!! //// Miss Anya, we get it jahsjahsjjabaha /// Understandable. One of my cats is obsessed with my Hwa doll - DV 💖
MANIFESTING THAT PC RIGHT NOW BC WH AT THE HELL, FURRY HWA 😭😭😭 that beanie is so cute omg,, ANYAAAA FBWMDBWMFJSK THATS A FINE ASS MAN WITH THAT DEEP VOICE TOO 😭😭 u ever just think he’s so perfect,, tall, handsome, deep voiced, nice, rich, fashionable ????? and he’s SINGLE??? WHO IS HE WAITING FOR WE ARE RIGHT HERE!!! omg HOW ARE YOUR CATS, THE TINY ONE ESP !!
👁👁 this that dude named screw driver?
WHAT THE FUCK BLAKE THIS IS NOT THE COMEBACK WE ASKED FOR! WE ARE NOT LIVELY ANYMORE 😭😭😭
AND PIQUE POSTING HIS GF ON INSTAGRAM FBWNFBSK THE COMMENTS ARE UNREAL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 pique’s mom CAN GO TO HELL the way i wish to be in this crowd
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THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT
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samwilsonsimp · 3 years
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" no ! I thought ' rail me ' meant hit me with a train ! I've been telling sam I'm gonna rail him I hate all of you no no no "
- sergeant james barnes , as overheard by lieutenant joaquin torres
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Honestly pls write putting on dino band-aids on spencer bc that just sounds so cute i wanna read it 🥺🥺 making him some tea after and reading to him so he doesnt get any more cuts aaand alot of kisses on the head for him 🥺🥺🥺
Ahh! This is so very cute! Thank you for requesting!
wc: 580
Warnings: blink and you'll miss it perv!spence
You shot out of your seat when you heard the doorknob rattle, throwing the door wide open before Spencer had a chance to take his key from the lock. It had been a long case in an isolated town with bad reception and you were all too eager to have him back in your arms. You buried your face in his chest, holding him tightly and breathing in the scent of sweet coffee and old books and home. He’s home.
Reluctantly, you pulled away and leaned forward for a kiss when you caught sight of his face. His beautiful, angular jewel face marred by cuts and scrapes. You gasped, ushering him inside and ridding him of his jacket. “Oh my goodness, what happened?”
“I’m ok. It’s not a big deal.” He tried to put on a brave face but he couldn’t help wincing as he spoke.
“Not a big deal? Look at you, darling” You sat him down at the kitchen counter, pulling out the first aid kit and putting the kettle on. God, he missed you. He bit back a small smile as you fussed over him, not-so-secretly enjoying how worked up you got whenever he was even a little bit hurt. “I swear to God the next time you come home all beat up, I’m gonna have some choice words for Hotch. Letting my boy get hurt”
You doused a cotton pad with disinfectant and hovered it over an open scrape. “Ok baby, this is gonna sting a little bit”
He might’ve reminded you that he had survived being shot except you were standing between his legs, leaning down just enough to offer him a glimpse down your loose pajama shirt. However, the cool sting of the disinfectant brought him back to his senses and he whimpered softly, eliciting a renewed wave of concern from you and a reassuring kiss on the head. “We’re almost done. There’s my brave boy.”
You rifled through the first aid kit, unearthing a package of dinosaur bandaids you bought especially for him. “Stegosaurus or Diplodocus?”
“Diplodocus, please” he gave you a pleased look as you unwrapped the band-aid, smoothing it over his scrape and sealing it with a kiss. “There, all better”
“The diplodocus was actually a peaceful herbivore,” he began, watching you flit about the kitchen with tea bags. You listened intently while helping Spencer into his pajamas and tucking him into bed. You blew on his tea before handing it to him and crawling into bed. “Aren’t they the longest dinosaur?”
With that he launched into prevailing theories on dinosaur size, debating the length of the Argentinosaurus versus the Diplodocus until he couldn’t hold back his yawns. “You feeling a little tired, baby?”
He stubbornly shook his head, not quite finished answering your question but his heavy eyelids betrayed him. You pulled him into your chest and stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head. “Why don’t I read to you a little?”
He nodded, still intent on resisting sleep. Spencer was known for reading dense Russian literature and other complex texts but you found yourself reaching for The Wizard of Oz, opting to soothe him with Dorothy who had the power to bring herself home the whole time. And the tin man, scarecrow, and cowardly lion who had heart, brains, and courage all along. He was fast asleep in no time, wrapped up in the haven of your arms. There’s no place like home.
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Branding
Based Off Of This Ask
And This One
This One Too
A/N: So like, I started writing something, but it went to shit so I put it to the side and started on this lil blurb bc I love this concept. It’s hot and stuff with a crappy ending...enjoy🙃
To put it simply, Harry was obsessed with branding you. Whenever he saw you, he wanted to see some type of indication that you were his. He absolutely loved displaying that you were his, not just to everyone around you both, but to himself as well. Yes he was incredibly secure in his relationship with you, and yes he fully recognized and acknowledged that you were your own person. It’s just that Harry couldn’t shake this urge fueled by his possessiveness to brand you. And it didn’t help that you were easily and fully on board with it. You were also very subby which meant that you were always trying to please daddy which meant that you were going to do anything to please daddy, especially if it meant him branding you as his. What was also very unhelpful to the situation was that you carrying around little marks of him was a major turn on. And as a result of branding you as his being such a turn on, Harry was very creative with his methods of branding.
One of his all time favorite methods for branding you would be from the inside. Harry would never get tired of pushing his cock between your delectable walls and fucking into you all the way up to his release. Of course he’d focus in on your pleasure and making sure you fall apart beneath (or above depending on whether or not you were feeling a bit frisky) him. But whenever he got closer and closer to his release an influx of thoughts on where he’d mark you with his cum went through his mind. There were four main spots that never failed to cross his mind in those moments; inside of you and all the way up into your tummy so that you can be filled to the brim with his warm cum, all over your abdomen and thighs or your backside depending on what position he was taking you in so that you can be covered in his sticky cum, all over your face so that he can really make a mess of you, and finally your mouth so that he can watch you swallow every last drop of him. Sometimes he’d venture out into the last three options, but for the most part, Harry stuck to filling you up with his cum. He just couldn’t get enough of filling you all the way up and making the area between your legs a sticky mess. To him, your pussy looked even prettier than it already is when it was dripping and stained with his cum. And on top of that you looked absolutely adorable when you were trying to walk (more like waddle)around trying to keep his cum from pouring down your thighs. This was hands down his favorite way to leave his mark on you.
Another easy and great way Harry’d go about marking you was through your skin. Whenever the two of you would go at it, he’d always make sure to to turn his HS rings inside so that whenever he gripped onto your flesh, he’d leave an indentation of his initials in your skin. He absolutely loved doing this to you. He’d latch onto your thighs, your backside, your throat, your breasts, and any other area of your body. Whenever you were on your back below him and were nearing your release, Harry’d always push his palm down into your lower stomach to intensify your already rumbling release. Not only would this send you into a frenzy, but it would also leave an indentation of his initials right on your stomach which was absolutely perfect to him since he also had a pretty strong breeding kink. He loved doing this so much that he was extremely tempted to go out and buy himself a second set of those rings so that he could leave double the usual amount of his initials all over you.  Besides his rings, Harry also loved going down the route of the classic hickey. Since you bruised easily for the most part, Harry was able to suck the marks into your skin and have them all visible in minuets. Along with marking you up, Harry enjoyed the little game that came along with leaving hicks on you at times. Since he’d leave them mainly around your neck and chest area, you’d always go into a frenzy trying to cover them up if you were supposed to be going out after you guys’ rendevouzs. To which he’d sit back with a smug smirk on his face as he watches you rush to try and cover them. He’d also use the rings in your punishments. If you were being a bad girl, Harry would take you right over his knee hand give your backside a couple firm swats with his initialed rings going in towards his palm. After delivering those swats to your backside, He’d then proceed to massage the warm and stinging flesh while keeping the rings turned inwards to really press those initials into your skin.
Now aside from using his body and rings to mark you, Harry liked to use other accessories to mark you as well.
For starters, you and Harry were obsessed with anal plugs. You had a jeweled plug in just about every color and jewel shape, you had just about every color of the the plugs with the cute little bells on them, and you had just about every color of the fuzzy bunny tail type of plugs. There was even a chain in there if Harry wanted you on your knees for the day. You guys’ collection of princess plugs was so extensive that Harry had to sit you down in his lap and choose which plug you’d wear because you just loved them all. But the one thing you two were missing from your princess plug collection was a monogrammed one. Harry scoured the internet to find the perfect place to make the missing piece of you guys’ collection. He made sure to make the H nice and big so that he could see it simply from lifting up one of those little skirts you were always in. Once he put in the size, color and things of that nature into the form, Harry looks over it once before paying for the custom plug. And for the six or seven weeks weeks, Harry patiently and eagerly awaited the plug. And when it arrived at you guys’ front door, he was quick to undo the package to see it. When he pulls the plug from its packaging, it’s exactly the way he’d hoped. The plug was a cold and shiny with a big H right in the middle of the rounded top. It was absolutely perfect to him, and once you saw it you loved it too. As soon as you saw it, you were already pulling your bottoms down and laying across Harry’s back so that he can insert it into you. Simply watching your tight hole swallow the domed portion of the plug made Harry’s cock stir a bit in his pants. But seeing you plugged up with a big H sticking out was an even bigger turn on. Everything looked perfect. So perfect that Harry couldn’t help but taking you from behind in that moment just to stare at that plug the entire time he rammed himself into you.
Aside from the princess plug, Harry also loved buying custom clothes with his name on them for you. When he saw how good you looked in his shirts that had the embroidered Styles on the lapel, Harry went on a shopping spree. He bought you shirts in your size with the custom Styles embroidery on the lapel, and he bought you some pieces custom lingerie. When he found out that he could have custom pieces made, Harry was right on top of it and he made sure to fuck you in it once the pieces were in his hands. He got designer bras for you with custom Styles tags on the back and his name sewn into the lower band depending on the style, and panties with his first and last name placed right above your cunt. With the lingerie, specifically the panties, it was incredibly hard to not lift your skirts up to sneak a peak at your panties with his name sewn into them. Your pussy was already his, Harry just liked seeing his name on it. He especially loved it when you were a dripping mess in the panties that had his name strewn across the front. His favorite piece of them all was this Gucci thong he’d ordered. He customized everything the way he could’ve possibly wanted. His name was sewn onto the front portion right above your cunt, and there was a tag in the back that had Styles written on it. And when it came to this tag in particular, Harry made sure that it was perfect. Aside from the font and color, Harry made sure to note that he wanted it to be a bit more raised than normal so that after a day of wearing it, you’d have Styles etched into your skin. The first day you wore it, Harry was a complete mess. He was constantly trying to lift your skirt to see how perfect you looked with the itty bitty thong on. He was also getting a good look at his name that was on the material. Harry was beyond excited to see his name etched into your skin later on in the day. And when that time finally rolled around, Harry was a mess. He has you lying flat on the bed with him straddling your thighs from behind.
“Daddy wants to take you from behind do badly darling. Wanna see those pretty new panties I got for you.” He says as he slips his fingers into the tight bands of the thong. From there, he pulls the sliver of fabric that was back there up and as he does, he sees his name in your skin. In that moment, Harry was losing his mind. His cock was going crazy in his pants and he could feel the precum beginning to bead as he stared at the area. He was absolutely in love and made sure to give it to you nice and hard from behind, never once taking his eyes off of you. He even flipped you over to get a better view of his name claiming your cunt as he relentlessly and deliciously fucked into you.
And on that night, and every day and night after it, Harry made sure to fully brand you as his.
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A Work Of Art (m)
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“In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.” - Marc Chagall
➺ Banner: The lovely @dee-ehn 💕
➺ Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader
➺ Genre: PWP, Smut, Slightest Angst
➺ Rating: 18+
➺ Word Count: 7.3k
➺ Summary: You surprise Jimin with his Filter outfit; and then some.
➺ Warnings: tongues get tired in this fic, dom!jimin, we talk about spit, some biting, jimin loves praise, lingerie n stuff, nipple play, oral sex (m&f receiving), we talk more about spit, some bondage is involved, degrading names, blindfolds, spanking (maybe too much, don’t look @ me), light choking, light face-fucking, cum eating, we talk even more about spit, hickeys galore, some edging?, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids, not even for Jimin)
➺ Author’s Note: (repost bc tags, you know how it is) huge s/o to @ilikemesometaetaes for making time to beta read this monstrosity 💜 thank youuuu! Also thanks to @honeiibeehobi, @kithtaehyung for helping me with the many many details & @ppersonna​for hyping up this idea or else it would have never seen the light of day ;_; lol i will come back to edit this cuz this didnt let me focus on my paper due tonight so if you see a spelling mistake or tense error umm no you didnt 👀
do let me know your thoughts!! the smallest feedback goes a long way! 💛💛
This is the first part of my Dress Down series, find more at it’s masterlist!
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Y/N: soooooo, I did a thing. JM: is the dishwasher flooding our kitchen again? Y/N: -_- i’ll give you two more guesses. JM: oh no. you picked up a dog from the street again.  Y/N: come onn!! JM: y/n, last time you picked one up, HE HAD AN OWNER Y/N: you’re down to your last try, or else i’m taking this off. JM: … JM: so its something you have on? 😏 Y/N: pic_210124.jpg JM: holy shit JM: wait wait fuck JM: keep the door unlocked.
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“You like?”
The bob in his Adam’s apple wordlessly conveys the answer you’re looking for.
A crisp, white, button down shirt, tucked into black trousers, topped off with a panama hat that matches your top half is the view Jimin comes home to. Your dress pays homage to Jimin’s Filter outfit - actually, the exact one - the one that showcased his immaculate dance moves, the one that exposes his delicious collarbones, the one that brings the irresistible urge to bite your way up his neck - the one he eventually rids. 
If you had to pick a color, he is a flustered orange, bright and blushing, turned on by the indecent implication of your very decent outfit.
You’re on the counter, one leg crossed over the other, accentuating the swell of your ass. Landing on the pads of your feet, you take a few steps towards the man with the unhinged jaw.
“Babe.” a mellow croak - Jimin can’t get a whole sentence out without saliva pooling and obstructing his speech. “You, in my clothes… fuck.” 
Chuckling at his very obvious loss of words, you give him a twirl, allowing him to fully soak in your outfit.
“Was waiting for you.”
Three long strides and you were in his arms, a pair of lips desperate to invade your space and claim you. An Angel on your shoulder tells you to give in; after all, this is the end result - what you both want. 
However, the Devil on the other side, no no no. It wants you to make him suffer. To get revenge for all the times you were taken control of. It remembers all the days he turned you on with shoot photographs and all the nights he brought you to the brink only to stop you from tipping over with a cocky smirk and a cheeky wink. 
The Devil was created from the moments when you thought you would actually erupt, begging for release, only to be shoved aside with a single growl of ‘don’t you fucking dare.’ 
Your desire to please him effectively silenced the Devil and kept it at bay. But no more. All those times built up and gave your Devil the power to force its way against your will to restrain it, causing it to rise to the surface.
You will have the upper hand. 
So you push him away, keeping him at an arm’s length for your safety to have him on his toes. Forlorn eyes meet your steely ones, and you physically stop yourself from giving in to his puppy gaze - those eyes can turn icy and sultry when nailing you into the bed like his rent depended on it. 
“Sit there. I have a-” You turn to switch on some music, “-small present for you.”
“If the small present isn’t me folding you in half and fucking you till sunrise,” He sits with visible reluctance, irises slowly transforming into magma orbs, “I don’t want it.”
“Well, we’ll see… Depends on how you behave.”
On a normal day, this comment would have lit your ass on fire, pronto.
Today isn’t a normal day at all. 
You stride on, every noiseless step you take leaving a wreckage of nerves behind, ignoring the smoldering gaze he has locked on you- you are unsure whether he is deciding your punishment or simply admiring how his clothes fit on your body.
You stand on the side, drinking him in. 
From your viewpoint, this is ridiculous. Those cursed jeans, vacuumed onto his thighs, ensure your eyes don’t miss a single ridge. His legs are spread out, beckoning you to have a seat, and the Angel once again begs for some reprieve. He knows what he’s doing; knows you inside and out- knows you couldn’t miss a chance to ride him like this. The wicked smirk flashing back at you is confirmation. 
But you stymy that thought at its root. Walking behind, you wrap your arms around him to faintly buss his cheek. 
“Sooo I was watching Filter…” 
Jimin hums against your feeble touch. He wants more. The soft wind of your breath routing through his jeweled ear sends a wave of goosebumps down his spine. From behind, you run your hands over his sinewy biceps, taut in restraint - holding themselves back against the suffering you are putting him through. 
“You do know how fucking hot you looked, right?” You playfully let your tongue toy with the hanging ornament, the briefest of flicks causing Jimin’s shoulders to push back, trying to connect with your bosom.
With a crooked finger under his jaw, you bring him to meet your eyes- eyes that are adorned with layered shadows of deep maroons, a variety of colors blending into your skin tone, eyelashes piqued up and ready to reach the clouds.
“So pretty…” He whispers out as you place your hat on its rightful throne - Jimin’s head.
A lone digit traces the lines of art you etched for him, appreciating every single stroke you put in to make a memorable time. Warm merigold rays bloom in your chest in response to his gaze, with him looking at you like you invented the sky. Pupils are dilated, and the only reason you can see each other is because of the practically nonexistent distance between you.
His eyes pick up on your tapering resolve to keep him in line. A light quiver of need passing your lips as you hopelessly vie for dominance is what most likely gives you away. 
Grabbing you by the neck, he pulls you into a deep kiss, plunging his tongue into you with reckless abandon like he was a nomad all this while and your mouth has finally claimed him home. Your neck strains at the awkward angle and surely even his is hurting, but the pressure of his hand is unrelenting.
His tongue searches and searches, desperately looking for a part in you he has not yet explored. You’d think the years of togetherness would have diminished this fiery attraction but no, he comes onto you like he has a mission to prove - to validate his love for you, to plead you to be his. You would happily accept this shower of affection, returning it with due interest.
With great difficulty you part, a string of spit still connecting your lips because he has not let you move far enough. “Uh-uh. Be good.” You pout a little, breaking character.
“You’re here. In my clothes. A walking dream. How the fuck am I to be good?” He pulls you back in to continue what you cut short but you break the line of spit and his intention with a hand wedged between your faces. 
“I asked you a question, Mister.” Back on your cocky nature, you graze your lips against oh-so-lightly, barely giving him anything to feel, but the tingling on his skin shows he can feel it all.
The adoration moves into a competition, “You tell me, sweetness - how did I look?”
It’s always the praise. He loves it when you struggle to tell him his dick was crafted by the heavens when you’re choking on it, but he still makes you do it. You stutter and stumble your words when his lips smack against your cunt, devouvering and digging for the treasure of your cum, but he forces you to tell him. When you sit on his dick, your brain has no sense of diction or direction, only chasing the high at his mercy, but he makes you scream it out loud, letting everyone beyond the pearly gates know, between moans and wails, that only he can break you down this way. 
“This shirt, sweetie.” Your nose trails the path between his collar and the ends of his hair, basking in the sweet vanilla scent, “You’re all covered. Why, pray tell,” You dig your teeth into the point where his shoulder meets his neck, “does this sole patch of skin turn me on so bad?”
He sucks in an inhale through his clenched teeth, his stunning visage devoid of any virtue. His head is thrown back, hat toppling over in the movement and giving you a larger canvas to mark, an opportunity you happily grasp. The mellifluous tones he is producing is recorded in your mind for lonelier nights to come. 
“And the red suit? Fuck, your corseted waist?” At the corner of your eye you see his fingers clenching into a fist, your lush voice making it harder and harder for him to breathe. 
You slowly stride forward, painfully slow, letting him notice every single muscle of your body curving to his unspoken command, undoing one button at a time until your torso is revealed- and shows the true purpose of your scarlet eye makeup. 
A deep burgundy camisole, ribbed at the waist to accentuate the way your hips flow has Jimin salivating to no end. The strappy number, with carmine ribbons flowing into your yet to be removed bottom half- a deed Jimin intends on rectifying very, very soon- calls to him sinfully. The lingerie twists and ties in incomprehensible ways, but the amount of cleavage it gives you is ungodly. 
If they weren’t already, Jimin’s eyes are now wide open.
Time comes to a standstill as he checks out your whole figure, taking in every embroidered pattern on the lingerie and every embellishment on your breasts. Before, you were already a five-star meal, but now? An emperor’s feast. 
The little flower right on top of your nipple has Jimin’s attention. His thumb comes up to trace the bedecked rose, following the stitched line of stem that takes him to the peak, then drawing over petal by petal. Each time he reaches close to your hardened nub, he abstains from crossing over it, making your nipple hardens imperceptibly under the presentiment of any relief and the disappointment when nothing arrives. His other hand, sitting on your waist, coaxes you to straddle him while he plays gardner on your bust.
“Jimin…” Your nipple, finally finding solace under his thumb, is not faring too well under the attention. Your plan of teasing him is slipping through your fingers like sand.
“Tell me baby, what do you want?” His finger is now tracing the seams of your lingerie cups, admiring the way they frame your ample bosom. Things are progressing too slow for your liking, and you come clean with your ignoble intentions. 
“Please, I just want to suck you off.”
A wad of spit lands directly into your cleavage, followed by two thick fingers penetrating the lubed entrance. 
“Nope.” His fingers continue to shallowly fuck your cleavage. Neither of you are being touched in the erogenous zone, but why does it feel so good? Your valley is inundated with his dribble, coating your ensemble and shifting shades to a deep cerise. Every pump of his nimble fingers between your breasts is like a promise of what your pussy is going to go through. Will he fuck you hard and fast with your voice echoing across the room, making every neighbor privy of your sexual escapedes? Will he be slow and gentle, penetrate you with utmost care, soft gasps and whines only sounded to the two of you? You can never guess.
In the aphrodisiac moment, you forgot that you were supposed to take charge. 
“Please, please, please! I did so much,” You take the guilt route. If Jimin was anything, he was a just and fair man. “Can’t I get that much?”
Jimin’s gaze has not left your wet cleavage. A flit of his eye makes contact with yours and goes back to the fucking - that is enough language for you to understand his needs. You bend low, and spit out a fat glob onto your chest to add to the mess he has already made. The groan that leaves him is ungodly, and he licks the spit you unloaded onto yourself, spreading it all over your expensive wear. He slurps like you released sweetened water to a parched traveller, your bosom holding all the sweetness to itself.
Gathering your thoughts is more difficult than you could ever imagine. The cloth over your nipples is completely soaked, bitten into and sticking to your skin thanks to the vacuum Jimin pulled on them. Your back has had a workout, every vertebrae bent to its maximum possibility. Chiropractors are so last year, you just have your boyfriend ravish your breasts.
“Once I’m done, you can do whatever you want.”
All of your five brain cells had to be put in action to form that sentence. The moment the words left your lips, the pressure your breasts were on had been released, but you could still feel lips against you, stretching into a snarky smirk.
“Whatever?” His grip on your waist tightens, seating you more firmly onto his taut thighs. 
Whatever. That stupidly amazing word. 
“Saying ‘whatever’ always lands you in trouble. Have you forgotten?” His damp lips are tracing your collarbones, nibbles whenever he felt appropriate. How does he expect you to form a damned sentence like this, the Devil on your shoulder indignantly asks. The Angel on the other has gone back in time to fetch memories filed under the term ‘whatever’, strictly saved for your quality alone-time. 
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The first time you told him to do ‘whatever he wants’ was fairly early into your relationship. Sex was as vanilla as the ice cream tastebud-less people liked, and none of you ever pushed it too far. A happy, drunken night with a loose-lipped confession from him. 
“God, the things I want to do to you…” he had muffled into your hair, maybe not even intended for your ears to pick up. 
A cheeky giggle had bubbled out of your tipsy self. “Like what, tie me up?”
If Jimin then were a color, he was a pantone pink. Blushed cheeks from the alcohol and the realization that you had caught him, airbrushed with a depth you weren’t able to put in place that early in the relationship. Wide-eyed horror was shown in its place, possibly exaggerated to add to the denial he had landed himself in. 
“No no, of course, I don’t mean it like that, what ar-”
“Why not?”
The animal that awoke after confirming with you fifteen times was a force to be reckoned with. Your bra had turned into rope, wrists bound behind as he roughly squished your helpless cheeks. 
“You will tell me when to stop, right?” His tongue peeked lightly, brushing your top lip, taking the perspiration away.
“Uhmf-yufh!” 
“God, you’re gonna regret this baby.” 
But it was exactly the opposite. You got the railing of a lifetime, heard the filthiest words that could leave the lips of such a courteous man - a side you had not expected at all. You couldn’t possibly recollect every single move he made, but what you can recollect with excruciating detail is every feeling you felt that night. It was filled with lust, with revelations of the new ways your body could bend, a night of puppetry where Jimin played you like the master your body craved. The following day was Jimin taking care of you, big puppy eyes wondering whether he took it too far. In his daze of letting go of control, he couldn’t take in your lidded stare, heaving with satisfaction - so you made sure he could witness them when he took you the next time that morning.
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The other time the wretched word was mentioned was during an argument. You’re not jealous of Jimin on stage - it’s his career and you were one of the girls offering one of their kidneys to be able to catch a glimpse of him. 
But your workspace? That’s where you draw the line. 
She was a random worker. Some third-floor low-lying soul. You were eighth-floor premium material (the floors didn’t decide shit, but no one can tell you what skyscraper semantics you can craft in your brain). A lifeless party that even Jimin’s colorful locks couldn’t color up. 
This random worker was very enamored by Jimin (as she should, the man is a whole nine-course meal). Supportive fans are not what get you jealous either. 
But the limit is when placed her scrawny fingers on Jimin’s hand, drawing the glass in his grip to her lips and took a sip from it. If her lashes were fanned they could blow a man away (which is probably more than what her puny mouth could possibly do). The fume exiting your ears could have been in bright red for all you care, because every office member had been rightfully annoyed. 
The whole car ride back was filled with your drunken blabbers about the different ways you could skin her. The actual victim beside you was not making a nearly big enough deal out of it, intending to let you get rid of your temper.
“She fucking knew!” Your normally clean disposition had taken its leave after the fuming temper took real estate in your brain, and you aimlessly threw your heel at some corner of the house - hungover self shall have to deal with this angry mess you’ve made. Wait, you’re an angry mess too.. “The gall she had, I should jus-”
You march towards the door, in hopes of what, you don’t know. But if you didn’t take action you’ll probably explode. Any action, just anything. You never find out though, because a strong arm slithered around your waist and halted your expedition. 
“Calm down, feisty. Where are you going now?” His soothing voice, punctuated with a mocking chuckle almost quelled the fire in you. Almost. 
But you’re not done being an idiot. 
“To go find her for you. You’d fuck the living daylights out of her, right?”
The loudest silence you have ever encountered. Jimin’s grip on your waist tightened to the point where it could have hurt. Like he was trying to push every iota of that thought out of your body. From behind, you can hear a deep breath dragging, and somewhere in your irate head you knew you had struck a nerve, a bad one. Jimin is forced to expel any anger bubbling in him, trying to use reason with an unreasonable recipient. 
“Princess, you don’t actually think I’d do that right?”
“I don’t know!” Your misplaced anger had reached the rooftops. Jimin had done nothing wrong here except try to calm an increasingly livid girlfriend. “Maybe you’d love that. Her itty-bitty waist, that whore’s outfit she had on. You call me a whore right? Maybe she’s more worthy of you!” 
“Y/N.”
The timbre of his voice had completely changed. The breathy, airy aura had completely departed from your name he had just called. The lack of nicknames raised some hair at the nape of your neck, but you’re a stubborn one. 
“Ugh, I don’t care.”
You tried to walk back to your room, head still reeling in a palace of inferno, burning everything that dares to intrude your path - but somehow, you had been pushed to a wall, and the eyes of the man you loved had turned feral. 
If Jimin was a color, he was green - igniting with fury, anger repressed in dark shadows that never made the light of the day until pushed - but you pushed all right. And now released from its shackles, it has surrounded you and slammed you against the wall - and you have nowhere to go. 
“You’re my whore. Is that a complaint from my stupid, stupid whore?”
The only joint you’re free to move is your neck, and your gratuitous self decided to rebel with whatever degree of freedom you have. Turning your face away to not meet his seething eyes, you continue your rebel-without-a-cause tantrum.
“Whatever.” you carped out.
Again, with that stupid word, you had signed your fate for the night. 
Usually, you can express your feelings. Be it pain or pleasure (sometimes the two packed in one), you could wail it out to the heavens and respite would follow. 
Usually, you can see the torments laid out on you. Jimin’s lithe body performing every obscene spell he invoked is a treat for your eyes. He treats your body like an artisan, using any medium to paint his art on you.
But that day, you were stripped of them both, and made to realize what a privilege they were.
Mouth stuffed with your bunched up panties, eyes blinded by his tie of the evening, you could only rely on the sensors on your skin to somehow predict what was going to be done to you. And you failed. Every single time. Every thwack fell on a new area. Every teasing touch tickled you at a new place. Nothing could begin to prepare you for his next move and you couldn’t keep up with his tameless pace.
He made you beg through the makeshift gag, beg to let you come, then beg to stop coming, beg for every orifice of yours to be filled by his seed and then beg to get cleaned by him. With the first rays of morning sunlight, language was an illusion, time was an out-of-reach concept, and all you knew was the worshipping of last night.
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Whatever is a word. Whatever is mean. Whatever is filthy. Whatever is nailing you into the bed and rendering you immobile for the entire day. Whatever may just be a word to anyone, but to you it is what has you losing sense of reality, giving in to a phantasm of your wildest dreams. 
A wet tap on your cheek brings you back from you imagining the past - the fingers that were fucking your cleavage are squishing your cheeks, bringing your attention back from all your dirty memories to the present - to create another memory to add to your folder. 
If Jimin is a color, he is the darkest of all blacks. This is where everything pious comes to meet its sordid end. His sultry gaze is reading your eyes, searching for where you got lost, which shared memories of passed time made you melt into the puddle that you are right now. 
“I said, don’t you remember? ‘Whatever’?”
Let’s see. You don’t have work tomorrow. You don’t have any commitments. You don’t have to meet anyone. 
So there is no reason for you to be able to move. 
“Hmmmmn, I don’t seem to recall - you could remind me.”
Dark, dark chuckles from such a cherubic face. You flounder off his lap to shuck your (his) pants away, revealing the matching maroon garter belt set. The whole outfit is an ode to Jimin’s mid performance transformation, the one that made many people’s hearts skip a quick beat. His slim, cinched waist, the flared pants flowing down his frame were one for the books, and you’d like to think your rendition has its place too. 
Giving him a quick spin, you attempt to get down to business - but Jimin pulls you back on his lap. Without the pants, you can feel it - his hard, thick cock straining against the tough jean fabric and still making its presence known. 
“Tell me more, baby. What did you like?”
The man was a sucker for your praise. 
You were a sucker for the whole man. 
But the sucking will probably have to wait. 
“I loved your expressions. You’re so sexy on stage, fuck. Going around and giving bedroom eyes to the world.” 
His hand gripping you ass gives it a quick pinch, but voice just let out a lazy hum to get you to continue.
“The choreography,”, your whisper is strained, “you dance like you fuck baby. So sensual, so sexy.”
You lick a stripe up his neck, from his artistic collarbones to the back of his ear, the sensitive spot that makes him hiss is arousal. You stay there, wanting to whisper the next few lines. The world didn’t need to know your thirst for this. 
“You know my favorite part?” 
“Oh, tell me.” His voice is hitting lower and lower in pitch, much like it’s hitting you lower and lower in your body. 
You place the hand framing his face on his neck - the same one you want to cover in blooms of purple and red, lightly squeezing, letting him preen under the pressure. The tightness has Jimin’s head falling back on the headrest, and you can feel his pulse hastening to accommodate for the lacking oxygen in his stream. 
Letting go of his throat, and pleased to see the lightest indentation on his beautiful pale skin, you snake your hands downward. 
“Na, na, na,” Inching slowly towards your end goal, you whisper the tune into his ear, “na na na, na, na na”, covering every part with an indulgent languish, “pick your filter”.
Your hand finally reaches its destination - you grab his bulge and squeeze the hardness, making Jimin buck his hips against your palm. 
“Namaneul damabwa.”
It’s a low whisper from his lips, but even in the gravelly sound you can hear how melodious he is, how the song rolls off of his tongue and was made for his vocal color. The whisper is laced with lust, with want, with desire, all the feelings you portrayed for him in his performance.
That, and in life in general. 
You shuffle and sit to the side, simultaneously unbuttoning his jeans to get him some relief for the ache he had going on. Finally, you acquiesce and free his dick from its cages.
Every time you see him is a wonder to you. Hard, ridged, the right amount of veins to stimulate the walls of your cunt. Head leaking from the eons of teasing you’ve been doing, right from the text you sent to seconds ago. You bend down to clean him up, tasting the saltiness of his seed that has coated the head. Jimin’s lips are facing the brunt of your deeds - his teeth have found near permanent residence in its plushness, digging deep to keep from moaning too early, from giving you the pleasure. He is going to make you work. 
Well, you must get to work. 
Slowly, slowly, you dip your head in further, sucking lightly with each move, tongue tracing every vein on his dick. As you move your head back up, Jimin’s hand pushes into your back, making it arch further, and then you go down on his dick. His finger lightly follows the curve of your back, from your upper back all the way to the band of your lace panties. 
Hooking a finger underneath the lace fabric of your panty that had disappeared in between your mounds of flesh, he pulls at it - hard.  Your throat revolts against the intrusion as you gag, and the fabric presses into your clit. The concentrated abrasion turns into pleasure - he uses it to arch your back further, and bring your ass closer so that he can-
Smack! 
The spank sends you forward and you choke on his dick further, throat giving in to his hardness. 
“So good for me baby. Look at that ass.” He grabs one cheek, bubbled with the way your panties are now, squeezing and testing the firmness of your glutes. 
Your plans of torturing him are shot; the Devil on your shoulder is strangely mute. Awakening the brat, you slip a hand under and toy with his balls, pulling back to provide your throat some recess. Your saliva mixed with his precum is an gushing mess, glistening on his balls and now coating your palms as you play with light squeezes - the existing stiffness caused by your teasing arousal mixed with your playful fingers make Jimin buck into your mouth, releasing a delicious groan in the process.
A second spank is a warning, either you increase your pace or reap some serious consequences. You consider the consequences; they are very compelling. You could end with delicious marks of ownership from this delicious man. But he deserves the best suck of his life, and you’re going to do just that.
Hollowing your mouth, you go further down, till his head is poking an uninvaded point in your throat, and Jimin lets out a surprising note. A groan, no, a roar, but a tinge of whine mixed in it, like the pleasure is too much for him. 
You continue to swallow around, hand pumping the length you couldn’t take in, interlarded with swipes on his tight balls, leaving Jimin to be a heaving mess. Your ass is not faring better, bearing the brunt of his replies. You’re positive his fingerprints are imprinted on your asscheek, and one sit on his phone can unlock it. The line of your panties is drenched with your sopping wetness and lodged between the lips. 
“God, I’m so close baby, just a little more.” 
You would fervently nod in acceptance to whatever demand he places; in this position, he could ask you for the world and you would have it at his disposal. But what stops you are his ringed fingers lodged in your hair, pushing you in further, determined to spill deep in your throat, to the point where you don’t even have to swallow to get everything down. 
“Fuck, such a good girl for me.” Jimin appraises how deep he is going, how your throat is accommodating him and quivering around his length. Bunching your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, he stops them from obstructing his vision - the view of you struggling to take him in, toiling to keep the need to breathe at bay while you tend to his needs, worshipping his dick like its the last meal you’ll ever get - your desperate adulation takes him over the brink.
Jimin erupts into your mouth; an ungodly amount at that. It is the hardest he’s come in a while, and given your lifestyle, that’s saying something. Even a cum-hungry whore like you can’t possibly swallow that much in one go, and you are forced to let the globs dribble down his now-softening member. The two of you are heaving, catching a breath - completely different circumstances but the same result. 
The way you’re looking at him right now; his dick is already twitching to go for a second lap. Dilated pupils staring back, like you were at the receiving end of the orgasm - you are staring at him like he hung every star in the sky. Strings of cum are leaking out of the corners of your lips, ones he really wants to lap up with his tongue. Instead, you daintily dab it away - as innocent as pecking stray drops of ice cream off your mouth. 
You look at him with teasing eyes. “Want a taste baby?”
Running your tongue along the mess you (or he) made, you gather the remnant cum that didn’t go into you, and instead flooded his groin. Straddling back onto his lap, you go in for a kiss but stop halfway.
Jimin is looking, waiting with lust hungry eyes. Slightly pained by the pause, he whines. 
“What?”
“Open your mouth.”
From a height, you let his cum and your spit drop into his mouth, a groan of satisfaction emanating as Jimin’s tongue accepts it with great delight. He tastes his juices, they somehow feel sweeter coming from your mouth. He pushes the glob you dropped on his tongue against the roof of his mouth, letting every taste bud bathe in relish. When he’s sucked all flavor out of the globule he swallows it. On opening his eyes and landing back from heaven to earth, he sees you admiring his adam’s apple, the way it bobbed when he swallowed your offering. 
Jimin’s eyes trace your current state; you look beautiful. The strappy red lingerie wet from Jimin’s treatment perfectly showcases your peaked nipples, ready for another round of torture. His shirt, through all this has managed to stay hanging on your shoulders. The curves of your sinful waist accentuated by the ribbons of the wear, like roads down a windy path, every ribbon vanishing into their destination, between your curvaceous thighs. 
Slipping his fingers under the band, he decides he has not played with the lingerie enough, tugging it up once again - a sharp inhale and you’re moving along with it, upward to balance between the point of pain and pleasure. Jimin makes sure you don’t tip in favor of one. Grabbing you by the neck, Jimin harshly pulls you down into a deep kiss.
He’s done waiting, done watching you take the reins. His tongue tells you that you now can only react to his doings. Deepening the kiss, you let your mind walk places. Back to his performance, his stage presence, the aura he exudes when he is in his element. His sinful body melding to the flow of the beat, like the music was made to his movement - his piercing gaze that could leave an insentient camera with blushed cheeks - but a sharp bite pulls you right back to the present to remind you that this is also Jimin in his complete element. Pillowy lips, incandescent with every brush, sucked and nipped with fervor. But it still didn’t satisfy. It wasn’t nearly enough. Starved, you wanted to scream at every imperceptible air pocket between the two of you - as if you knew in your soul they were guilty of keeping you away. 
Jimin pulls away, and his words shut you down before the whine leaves you. 
“About that ‘whatever’…” his sinister eyes are a window to his brain churning something unimaginable to close the night - sinister in uppercase. Make it bold. Underline that shit. That’s him. 
In the bat of an eye, you are face down on the sofa - Jimin’s rock hard thighs are straddling you, making sure you can handle his weight. In all the coarseness, he takes care of the smallest of things. An untimely smile creeps up on your face at the thought, the tender show of affection amidst the rough push and pull affecting your immersion, but you can’t say you don’t like it.
Feeling a rough jerk on your shoulder, you try to look back, just in time to receive Jimin’s ravenous gaze; he looks at you like he will eat you alive, and by the end of the night you plan on having just that. Pulling back your now-unbuttoned shirt and bunching its ends, he anchors you to the position of his choice by tying your hands behind.
Smelling a line up your neck all the way up to your hair, he briefly pauses to ask “Okay?”
Your tiny nod is enough for Jimin to carry on with whatever godless plan he has chalked out for you. 
“I hope you had your fun. Because I’m not going easy on you.”
Light banter could cause no trouble. Atleast, not more than you already have. “When have you ever?”
Flashbacks of the blossoming days of your relationship flicker in Jimin’s mind, their fugacious presence a telling sign of how long it has been. Looking downward, he can only thank his alcohol-induced blabbering of that night as that is the reason he can enjoy the view he has right now. 
“Maybe I should take it easy?” His tongue flits across your neck, too soft for your liking, torturous like his liking.
His fingers are playing with the straps and your now exposed upper back. It’s always been a favorite place of his. The whole expanse looks resplendent when he is done tasting you. Maroon and purple florets on your beautiful, glowing skin. And then you purposely wear dresses to show it all off, to show who your heart belongs to. He loves that about you. 
You gyrate lightly, snapping him out of his daze, begging him to take you hard and fast. “Jimin, please.” a low drawl leaves you as you try to not slobber all over the cushion. 
Jimin shifts lower to straddle your thighs. Snaking his hand between your legs, he finds your clit and plays with it, every press releasing a different sound from different depths of your throat. A particularly low grunt appears when he slips two fingers into your channel with smooth ease, and pushes you up from the inside. 
“Ass up for me.”
His fingers stay lodged inside as you raise your hips to obey him, pulling you up further and further till he is satisfied with your position. God, your pussy looks wrecked. With every pump of his fingers you gush our more liquid, and Jimin gathers the escaping drops on this tongue. 
“So perfect for me, this hole.” You can feel the cold metal of his rings drawing circles inside you as he prepares you to take his cock. His tongue, drawing completely different characters is too slow for your liking - he seems to be more satisfied in drinking your cum dripping from his fingers instead of paying attention to your throbbing clit. Seconds go by, several hinting moans of dissatisfaction go by, but the Devil on your shoulder seems to have returned and is asking for more. A hip raise, that’s all. His tongue will be right where you want. 
What you got instead was a sharp bite on your already battered ass - Devil, hey, where did you go? “Behave.” He grunts against your pussy, and a fresh wave of arousal escapes you with a third finger making its way in. “Don’t like it? Too,” Smack! “Fucking.” Smack! “Bad.”
The last spank hit you hard, leaving your cunt soaked to the core. He is trying to get a rise out of you, and you are falling for it. Your smarting skin is at its breaking point, but let’s not pretend like you don’t want this either. 
“Baby please, I’m so close.” You’re close to tears with how long you’ve been this turned on. Maybe Jimin will have a change of heart seeing you like this.
“Don’t.”
Well maybe not.
He’s using your hole like playdough - for his fancy, with no end goal in sight. He doesn’t seem to want you to come anytime soon and it is bothering you to no end. The tightening coil in your belly is almost painful at this point - but he doesn’t seem to want to let up anytime soon. 
“You taste so sweet baby, almost don’t want to let you come, so you keep dripping like this.” 
His fingers curl into you to hit that spot, and God, you’re seeing stars right now. Curling up your fists into a ball and trying to keep the threatening tsunami at bay, you jerk into his mouth and continue to sway to the tune his fingers play inside you. If desperation had a poster girl, they could take your photo right now.
“If you let me come I -ohhh- I will- I will give you more.” Your words are broken, every push into your cunt halting your flow of speech. 
A split second later you are empty. He’s pulled away from you, and you think the finger-fucking torture you were going through was almost better than this. Your walls flutter in empty anguish. 
“Better keep your promise then.” Finally, you hear Jimin shuffling behind, but your muscles feel too alive and too dead at the same time. At crossroads, you are unable to get yourself to move, to twist or turn and witness the glory of him, the scrunch of his features, the grit of his pronounced jaw, his lips heaving a sigh as he pushes his girthy self into your leaking hole. 
Jimin’s forehead is lined with sweat, jaws hurting from the tight clench he had trying to not nut into you too soon. Now they revolt in pain, ready to pass on their trouble to his dick and release into you the moment he fits himself in. But he held off; he had plans for you - long plans. 
As he slowly pulls himself out, you can’t help but mewl at the pleasure your walls are feeling, with every ridge of his cock pressing all the right spots inside you, the snug fit when he’s pulled out all the way only leaving the head inside you. Then, you can’t help but yell, expressing a mixture of anguish and pleasure when his hips snap to push into you in one swoop, hitting deep inside you. With your ass high up in the air, his balls smack your engorged bud, sending shockwaves throughout your body and clenching the hold you have on his dick.
“Fuck baby, you feel fucking tight. You’re so close?” Jimin’s voice is strained as well; the lack of mocking in his tone tells you he is close as well. 
“Ki-Kiss me, please.” The voice that leaves you is so foreign, so unknown. The fucked out woman speaking in your stance has no spatial or temporal comprehension. You don’t even realize how you are put on your back, now a lucky witness to Jimin’s nimble figure pushing back into you as he leaned over to slot his lips on yours. 
The kiss was explicit, it was rough, it would put to any kiss you’ve shared before to shame. Deep in throes of pleasure, his mouth is chasing yours. Your hands are still bound; a light fight against the restrain tells you you don’t have a chance. Instead, you suck his plush lip in, swiping your tongue across his cherry petals that are rushing with blood because of you. Dormant volcanoes across the world could erupt with the blaze of your merging lips, it is scorching hot. 
If Jimin is a color, he is a rich wine - deep and passionate. He puts his one hundred percent into whatever he does, be it skilled singing, adept dancing or simply fervent kissing. He gives it his all.
Jimin’s skillful hips move in every way he wishes - and your pussy is thankful for that. Rolling in deep, he tests the stretch of your walls, before pistoning into you with zeroed-in precision, sole focus to get you to come with him. The effort he was putting in could be seen in his abs - they have tightened with exertion, and with a light sheen on sweat, look absolutely delectable. 
Letting your hands roam, you bring Jimin’s face into your neck where you can hear every single breath, every hiss, every groan - that you could record and keep in your memory. With one hand tugging his tresses, and the other hand drawing paths on his back with your nails, you hear the sounds you want to. Jimin sharply bites your ear, and the shockwaves of pleasure send you tipping. 
There’s layers to the pleasure you are experiencing right now, your orgasm hitting you in ebbs and flows. Right when you think you can finally return back to ground, the high tide pulls you back into the water for another stream of pleasure. It feels like eternity when you finally hit the land, and even then the loose sand makes you falter, threatens to send you back into the ocean.
Jimin’s pace is faltering, and he spills soon after. Hot, heavy breaths tickle under your ear, as both of you feel the sheer intensity of the orgasm. Him on you, your hearts are aligned, and you can feel the beats fighting each other for dominance until they soften down. 
Ripples of energy flow out of the both of you, elevating the temperature around the two of you. If you didn’t have your eyes closed you’d say literal rolls of steam are emanating from the way you both are heaving. You slowly regain your senses, twitching hands trying to remember what it is that hands even do. 
A shiver runs through your spine when you hear a grunt so close to your ear, only to realize Jimin is in the same position as you are in. Even without looking, you can guess what his expression is. Void of any edge, the softness of his facial features must have made their return, with crinkled eyes and a light frown on his beautiful pouty lips, he probably looks like an innocent caricature of the man that stood behind you moments ago. Letting your palm rest on his head, you beckon him to get up.
If Jimin is a color, he is the pinkness best portrayed by his puffy cheeks at this moment. A childlike glow, a guileless visage. He looks at you with such adoration, like you are the only desire in his world, and everything else can be damned.
You don’t want to break this silence but you cheekily add, “You didn’t even get me naked. Like this a bit too much eh?”
Dark clouds mar the pink and turn it into a deep, sultry carmine - the shift in his color noticeably brings your temperature down by a few degrees.
“Cute. You think I’m done with you.”
He is the whole palette, and you can pick your filter.
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i-need-air · 3 years
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Good news; Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.
Summary: F!Reader. Your soon to be husband arrives home just as you settled down, not knowing the recently made curry is not the only surprise of the evening.
Word Count: 3.3k [It all started with a drabble💀]
Warnings: Disgusting fluff. So much fluff. Tooth rotting fluff. Reader is female and can get pregnant aaaand I just spoiled everything. More fluff and Katsuki ruining the fluff bc he's a gremlin even when older. Pro Hero Bakugou so expect him to be kinda more mature. Fluffy petnames and fluff. Did I mention fl—🤡
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You sighed, sprawled over the couch in a comfortable position, action movie playing in the backround as you were fidgeting with the engagement ring on your finger, a small smile plastered on your face. Red ruby, just as his eyes; your mind drifted to all the compliments you threw at him about those eyes that flustered him beyond reason. Through a chuckle, the jewel reached your lips as you landed a kiss on it.
The key jiggle made your lips curve more and you covered more under the fluffy blanket, eager and giddy to see his face. He was so obnoxiously loud even while doing the smallest tasks, like just coming through the door of your shared apartment. With a groan and a very audible neck crack, he threw the keys in the bowl by the entrance and spotted you on the couch.
"Lookin' comfortable." His voice was amused, hidden between his normal gruff tone. You could only wiggle your exposed toes at him as a greeting, earning a scoff in return.
With that, he started his usual routine of bitching about his side-kicks, villains, the world; you name it and Bakugou Katsuki has a reason to trash talk about it. Yet this time he interrupted himself in his monologue as he smelled the air just as he was approaching the sofa, stopping himself in his tracks.
"Is that curry?" He said, suddently all annoyance regarding everything and everyone forgotten, the smell of delicious spicy food making him look like a child excited to be alive. With a giggle, you nodded at his expression, absolutely adoring his bright face.
"Yeah, I did. Just finished it, actually."
"Damn. What's the occasion, princess?" He asked with a smirk before throwing the blanket off, then launched himself on you like a dead weight, making you groan. Katsuki always seemed to forget how incredibly built he was. Massive, muscular and acted like a total baby whenever he was exhausted, specially enjoying sprawling himself on you whenever he got the chance.
"Not hungry?" You mutter, deciding to not answer his question and trying your best to find a position to breathe while still encircling him with your arms, although it seemed a hard task. You opted to lead his head into your chest, then massage his back muscles with soft fingertips, just as he loved and denied to love simultaneously.
He hid his expression into your cleavage, grumbling something indistinguishable as he cuddled closer into you. How come he always had this effect on you? Such a giant baby yet these tender actions had your heart going crazy, making you melt into him. Or, more likely, get squished under him.
"Didn't catch that, baby." He groaned, urging you to massage him more as he lifted his face a little just so you can hear better.
"I fuckin' said—" of course he had to be a pain in the ass too; he bit your breast lightly which earned a slap on his shoulder and with a smirk, he continued. "Just wanna stay like this for a while." You noticed his pout before he rubbed his forehead into your neck. Katsuki has been overworking himself since he opened his own hero agency and, even if it got amazing results, sometimes he forgot to just take care of himself. It's the reason why you decided to take it upon yourself to remind him. Although he complained and grumbled like an old man that's done with life, you could always see the beginning of a smirk plastered on his beautiful face, hint that he loved the attention and care. What a baby, your fiancé that is.
"C'mon, baby, you need to eat." Any attempt to remove him from your person was brushed off completely since he weighted like a tank. He even dared to whine and encircle his arms around you. Definitely a baby.
"Did ya eat?" His voice was soft and you almost missed it.
"Not yet. I was waiting for you." You answer just as low, running your fingers through his incredibly soft hair. How dare he use the same hair products you use and have such different results? Like you'd ever ask out loud, knowing he'd just smirk triumphantly as if he won an imaginary competition.
Even if he didn't express it vocally, Katsuki was thankful for these domesticity, that being having dinner together whenever you had the chance. Yet he always answers with the same "You shouldn't have, you stubborn woman." Just like now.
You rolled your eyes with a smirk, the usual bickering starting, same bickering that always making you feel warmth in your stomach, but now it wasn't the time to play since you had other plans. With that, you lifted the hairs brushing his forehead and gave him a kiss before looking up at the ceiling, still continuing your gentle ministrations.
"So... I was thinking."
"Ah, fuck—" Before he could throw a sarcastic joke around, you pressed his face into your chest to quiet the attempt, the deep rumble coming from his chest making you shake. "You tryin' to fucking kill me?" His amused accusations made you gasp dramatically.
"Right back at you!" His lips parted but you interrupted. "So I was thinking—" He shut up, not before giving you a a glare. "Remember when you took me hiking for the first a couple of years ago?"
"What about it?" His interest peaked, he raised himself on his elbow while giving you a raised brow.
"We reached the top of the mountain and we could see all Musutafu from there..." With muscle memory alone, your hand landed in his cheek to caress it, feeling his sharp cheekbone and adoring the way he leaned into it by reflex too. "I didn't watch it at all." His scandalized face made you laugh but you proceeded, not giving him a chance to scold the living hell out of you. "I was looking at you."
The statement just made his mouth shut closed, surprise washing over him.
"Why the f—"
"All I could think was Holy shit, I love him so much." It took him time to process it. A slow blink was thrown at you as he genuinely did not know how to respond. The image of his increasingly reddened cheeks was imprinting itself in your mind as you never, ever, wanted to forget this moment. And it just started. Butterflies ran through your guts and you felt your hands starting to shake. "You looked at the scenery and had this... serene... smile on your face. I couldn't look away." Your lips found his for just a second. "I thought I wanted to see that smile again and again and... that's when I realized I loved you."
He was malfunctioning at this point and oh, how you loved breaking him in the best way.
"I— But—" His palm reached his face, trying his hardest to hide that enthralling expression he had. There was a visible fight to hide an emerging grin and he was losing, the red in his cheeks and his normally prickly self still made him attempt a scowl. He then groaned loudly, taking the palm still placed on his cheeks to hide his eyes behind. "You fucking told me you loved me instantly after." He was grinning fully by now, intense orbs watching through your fingers.
"I just knew I always wanted to come to you first to tell you something. Like—" again, he's giving all his attention. "Good news, bad news... Whenever I need someone's opinion or just to rant... I always knew you're the first one I want to go to."
As years passed through your relationship, your words always managed to leave him mute and the affection coming with them was something Katsuki sometimes struggled to accept, at least at the beginning. By now you both matured together and it didn't seem to be an issue anymore yet with your speech, he did not know what to say. Only wonder showed.
"I just hope you feel the same about me." The shy, small whisper woke him up from whatever daze he was in and a determined and somewhat cocky expression took over him.
"Damn right I do! Like I'd go to any other extra when I got you."
Your fiancé, contrary to popular belief, wasn't just a brash, head straight into action type of man. He was observant and knew how to pick his fights. Katsuki also knew you very well as he studied you even before starting to go out together. He knew your moods and he definitely picked up that this conversation was serious. Exactly why he indulged you with the next sentence in all seriousness.
"What brings this up, babe?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I love you." As much as it was very true, it wasn't exactly the end of the conversation and he knew. His lips were soft as they pressed on yours, his cologne filling your lungs, his hand pulling you close, closer. Before he could get the chance to taste you more, the tease that he was, he pulled away.
"I love you too, princess." Those words always, without a fail, made you shiver or melt. And this time you did both, the dumbest grin taking over you only in response at his expression. The expression you always chased since that fateful day. The same serene and at peace look he gave was now focused on you and for a single second you got overwhelmed with love, making you blink away the happy tears threatening to approach. Because it wasn't over; you still had to deliver some news and the thought made your voice shaky.
"I have a surprise for you." Your noses were still touching, his breath was fanning over you. Self control had to be damned for another moment as you sweetly kissed his lips again. How can he be so addictive? Another kiss. So sweet. Another. So soft and so perfect.
"Yeah?" His smallest whisper still sounded rough.
"Mhm..." With a head movement, you pointed at the chocolate box placed strategically on the small table by your side, sharp rubies following the movement in confusion, giving you the chance to kiss the cheek now in front of you. "You know I've been feeling pretty bad recently."
"And you still ate the damned fucking chocolates." He muttered, feeling the moment was over. Oh, poor, innocent Katsuki.
"There was a reason for that."
"Open the box." As if you told him the world's greatest secret, he hesitated with suspicion. "C'mon, baby." His petname made him perk, the plea in your tone leading him to give in with a long, exagerated sigh and furrowed brows. He threw his arm to grab the red box then settled himself back on your body, practically opening his surprise on your stomach.
The small white stick hidden inside of it stuck out like a sore thumb and The Great Bakugou Katsuki just stared at it plainly. Taking in the object like it's a weird, ancient artifact he was trying really hard to descypher. Nervousness was running through your veins and you bit your lips in hesitancy. The moment the gears in his head started working and some wires connected to get to the point finally came and you observed it with great care. His brows raised as he adjusted his position better, and with a child-like confusion merged with an indescribable spark behind his eyes, he raised his gaze towards you.
"Is this—" His breath hitched and even if his lips were trembling, they gave away a ghost of a smile. Still, his eyebrows were so high it was hilarious.
"Aha."
"The two lines...?" He got up, looking between you and the now harshly gripped pregnancy test in his hand. It seemed his brain was processing it slowly.
"It means it's positive, Katsuki."
The longest silence followed and as he stood there in a sitting position, expression hidden by his blond hair, you did not know what to feel. All you knew is that your chest burned with nervousness, your stomach turned again and again, the butterflies still spiraling around crazed. The need to know what he was thinking was taking over you but deep down a voice told you to just take in the moment and wait patiently.
The voice, your instinct and intuition built around this man were all right, because it did not take Katsuki long to start shaking. He rubbed his face, rushed and clumsy, rare of him. His leg started bouncing and a choked attempt of a laugh escaped his mouth. But it was the sniffle that made you bolt up and put a hand on his tensed shoulder.
"You're—" he struggled to talk. "You're fucking— You're pregnant?"
When he landed his gaze on you, all the increasing nerves started dissipating. Unshed tears were in the corners of his eyes. His lips were trembling but hid a smirk. He was rattled, all sense of tiredness gone... Bakugou Katsuki looked nervous, excited, amazed as he took you in through a new light. Like he ultimately understood what was going on and understood that right then and there, inside your belly a small new life was being created.
It took you back to the top of Musutafu, his face, his serene face. This Katsuki was now your favorite Katsuki. This trembling mess of a man, holding down his excitement made you adore him yet again for the n-th time in your life and you found yourself falling deeper in love with him.
So with a struggled breath, he blinked a couple of times to wake up from his daydream and his smile turned into a grimace.
"Wait. You fucking peed on this?" Although it was a question, he almost stated it with a straight face and the moment was gone. Vanished. Perished into nothing. More likely into boiling fury.
"You infuriating, insufferable, annoying man. I cleaned the damned test afterwards!" you groaned, getting up, not knowing if you wanted to cry, slap him, hug him, kiss him or throw the whole man plus the pregnancy test out the window. The only direction in your mind was the kitchen, where the delicious curry was cooling down. "You find out I'm pregnant and that's what you fucking have to s—?" He was faster, incredibly so, grabbing your hand and throwing you into him until your back was glued into his front and he laughed, sniffled and laughed some more. It wasn't his usual arrogant one, nor his characteristic scoffs of amusement. It was Katsuki laughing wholeheartedly at your reaction and at whatever was going on.
He encircled you into his arms again and you noted how small you felt anytime he did that. The whole revolution in your stomach returned as his nose hid into the nape of your neck and started shaking with you in his embrace.
"Holy fucking shit." He squeezed you into him, hands traveling to your covered belly as he tried his hardest to control his trembling self and failed miserably. Not that either cared. The gentlest he's ever been, he raised your shirt and ran his fingers over the exposed flesh. "We made a fucking baby!" Only he could proclaim that with such victory, all while you stared down at his roughed and calloused hands now placed carefully on your stomach. You couldn't even savor it and attempt to place yours on top of his because he spun you around without grace in an instant and held you by your shoulders. "WE MADE A FUCKING BABY!"
The feeling left your body and you burst into a teary laughter as you nodded. The same rough palms grabbed you by the cheeks, squishing, and he kissed you. Hard and shaky, brash and messy as you relaxed and took all of it in, welcoming it and asking for more. His heart was beating hard, so hard it rivaled yours and he seemed to have a hard time deciding what to do first; kiss, talk or breathe.
"Fuck—" he growled into your lips. "Holy fuck—" his thumbs brushed the corner of your eyes, washing away the teardrops.
"You shouldn't swear in front of the baby." You teased. What you did not expect was for him to lean back, inhale sharply and look down at your stomach with wide orbs.
"Fuck, what?! Shit— I mean— Already?!" His panic just amused you further and the guilt he was oozing made you giggle.
"Of course not, you goof. Maybe in a few months though..."
You'd expect a snap back, an annoyed grunt, a sassy retort, a sarcastic jab at the silly joke you made, an argument to defend himself. Anything but him falling on his knees in a slow motion and raising your shirt again just to stare.
Your last statement maybe made him fall again into a spiral of realization because it surely did that for you too. In a few months...
"For how long have you known?"
"I started thinking about it a couple of weeks ago—" Like you'd slapped him, he snapped towards you in an incredulous, shocked manner. "But I wanted to wait to see if my period maybe decided to come very late and when it didn't—" he calmed. "I took the tests. Today."
"Tests?" He pulled you closer by the hips.
"I bought 5 different ones. I had to drink so much water." You grin and he scoffs.
"You didn't wait to tell me, hah?" How come he sounded so accusing even when you did something good and even when he smiled while saying it?
"Of course not. I told you, silly, I always go to you first with any news. Good or bad..."
He noticed. He always does. Never the verbal man, he was not the type to say something unless completely and utterly necessary, instead he was one to show what was needed to be said with actions. But being together for so long, he learned that sometimes he needed to voice out a few things, just to easen your poor confused and uncertain heart. After really taking your previous words to heart, accepting them and loving them, he did have to reassure you.
"This is good news, princess. This is—" On his knees, grinning like a mad man, the sparkle in his red eyes made you nod, not even knowing why, and pull him closer into your body. His cheek touched your stomach and he relaxed, snuggling closer into it. "This is amazing fucking news." His breath tickled and you nodded again into the air, weight lifting off your shoulders.
While normally he was the one to hilariously ruin a sweet scenery with one of his snarky remarks just to easen the overwhelming emotions from said situation, it did not happen this time. No. This time you did as your stomach rumbled loudly into his ear and you started wheezing, both out of embarrassment and amusement.
"For fuck's sake, [Y/N]! You should've eaten!" He raised and in the blink of the eye he dragged you towards the kitchen.
"Sorry! I forgot to eat today and I wanted to wait for you to surpr—"
"SAY FUCKING WHAT—?! You forgot to eat— THE WHOLE FUCKING DAY?!"
His screaming, his flustered and annoyed face, the way he threw the curry into a plate and placed it in front of you, the way he tapped his foot on the ground waiting for you to eat... The way a vein popped on his forehead as an idiotic smile washed over you...
"I love you, Katsu..."
"Yeah, yeah, eat the damned food already. Always have to be so fuckin' cheesy. Can't fucking believe you did not eat at all today, you annoying woman. You fucking tell me every single day to take care of myself and now you pull this shit—" his incessant rambling continued even after you started eating so you decided to be mischievous.
"We love you, Katsu."
He then short-circuited.
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moonlit-han · 4 years
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nxt 2 u: mornings with stray kids ↠ all members
genre: imagine/reaction, fluff, domestic bliss, established relationship au word count: 3k warnings: highly suggestive, 18+ themes, swearing request: yes but also no? a/n: femme-leaning reader~
✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧
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bang chan
you roll over at the sound of chan mumbling in his sleep
he kinda wakes up
just a little blearily
and gives you this huge smile (♡‿♡)
bc you're actually there, the love of his life
and he still can't believe he's lucky enough to wake up beside you every day
so you snuggle closer and kiss his nose
then his eyelids
and finally his mouth so gently
channie just curls more tightly to you and pulls you to his chest
his hair is all tousled in the cutest way
like one part of it is sticking up like a lil cat ear (or wolf ear, since it's chan)
and you kinda just melt when you notice it
you can’t resist combing your fingers through his hair
when he finally wakes up
chan peppers your face with kisses, 
carefully sliding on top of you
to then slowly, so slowly kiss you
his hands travel all over you, slipping under the old t-shirt of his you’re wearing
and soon you’re wriggling under him, wanting more (*/ω\)
so chan works what seems like magic with his hands and/or mouth
until your toes are curl and you feel like you’re going to burst
but chan just grins and rolls off the bed
leaving you gasping and mildly grumpy ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚
but you still get up to make blueberry pancakes
bc it’s saturday and that means blueberry pancakes  ( `^´ )ノ*:・゚✧
so you’re standing at the counter, combining the ingredients and waiting for the griddle to heat up
chan comes in after taking a shower
and is so overcome with tenderness at how sweet you look
just standing there in the kitchen,
still in his t-shirt and your underpants
so he wraps his arms around you from behind
and presses himself against you, teasing again a little
he nuzzles your neck, just begging for kisses
so soon, the stove is turned off and breakfast almost forgotten
as you stumble, giggling, back into the bedroom to cuddle and kiss more
and when you’re just about falling asleep
bc who needs to be awake on a saturday morning?! ┐(︶▽︶)┌
chan looks just as adorable and soft as he did earlier in the day
and you let him curl into your arms again
as you hold him and kiss the top of his head
adfghakldfhg he's just the sweetest floofkins (*´▽`*)
lee minho
i know i’ve compared minho to a cat before
but hear me out
minho in the mornings is mildly hilarious
bc even if he’s completely curled into a ball when he falls asleep
or spooning you sweetly
or whatever other fascinating position you fall asleep in together
he ends up stretched out
with at least one arm and one leg thrown over you
snoring softly
just. like. a. cat.
and you often find yourself unable to move
bc minho’s surprisingly heavy when he’s asleep
complete deadweight (╥ᆺ╥;)
but as soon as you brush the little stray hairs from his forehead
and kiss his shoulder
he stirs and groans a little, just settling deeper into the mattress
….which means more snugly onto you
heCk (¬_¬;)
so you wriggle around a little more
and finally manage to get your leg free from underneath of minho’s
as usual, you climb on top of minho and sit squarely on top of him
………
and start tickling him (≧◡≦)
THAT definitely wakes minho up
his lips poke out a little in a pout, all of their own accord
but he can’t really do anything about the fact that you’re tickling him
bc you’re sitting right on his hips, pinning him to the bed
the ~intimacy~ of the position, despite the fact that you’re tickling him, is not lost on either of you
and, being the little shit that he is, minho bucks his hips up once or twice
you just give him a mock glare and say “bad kitty”
before tickling him with renewed enthusiasm
(not to mention giving him little kisses on the neck and teasing ones on the ear)
once his ribs start to hurt from laughing,
minho just pulls you into a deep kiss
and you both relax
you love how sweet he is in the morning
nothing is hurried nor desperate
bc all minho wants to do is softly show you how much he loves you
you share little, soft touches that nonetheless feel like the most important things in the world
seo changbin
changbin’s arms around you is the best thing in the world
you’re barely awake and everything is blissful softness
if your feelings and the atmosphere could be described as a color,
it would be peach~
golden and warm, with just a hint of sweetness ;)
you snuggle into changbin’s chest, nestling your hips more closely with his
and you get a little kiss on the head
changbin is calm and cuddly in the mornings
and all he wants to do is hold you
sometimes you’ll end up with him closer than skin-to-skin
but it’s honestly more for comfort than anything else
how can he resist yet another way to be closer to you and cozy?
after awhile, you turn over slightly and kiss the underside of his chin
he giggle softly
……he’s a bit like totoro:
comfy
definitely a little magical
((yes, i’m still on my “changbin is a shapeshifting crow” agenda))
and just A Good BeanTM
(♡‿♡) (♡‿♡) (♡‿♡)
you scoot up onto the pillow a bit so you’re face-to-face
changbin just murmurs “hey baby” and gives you a lil kiss on the lips
his lips are so soft you feel like you’re going to melt
he makes sure to pull the blankets back over your shoulders so you aren’t cold
and he rubs your back in slow circles
tension you didn’t even know you were holding releases under his touch
and changbin’s hand drifts to your hip to hold you to him
you tangle your legs together
and he somehow pulls you closer
you’re really not sure how he manages it
but changbin can hold you and cuddle you so closely that you feel like you’re going to merge into one person
there’s nothing sexy about it or anything
it’s just that the warm, safe feeling you get is so amazing
neither of you are anywhere near fully awake
and drift in and out of sleep, sometimes shifting to a more comfortable position
when you finally wake, changbin is still sleeping soundly
you take the opportunity to stare at him
his hair is mussed (a bit wildly)
and he has the first little bits of stubble coming down from his sideburns
a little smile adorns his mouth, as if he’s dreaming about something lovely
((you. he’s dreaming about you :3 ))
you slip your arm up to stroke changbin’s face
your thumb passes over the rounded plane of his cheekbone
and, even in sleep, he leans into your touch
after a few more moments, you lightly kiss him awake
hwang hyunjin
you’d expect hyunjin to be a complete mess in the mornings
but he’s not
he’s actually organized
oh and since his hair can get aaaaaall over the place
he always makes sure to braid it out of the way at night
so in the mornings, little wisps of hair stick out from their appointed places
one of your morning habits is to delicately tuck those wisps of hair back into place
on the weekends, hyunjin is
so! excited!! to!!! cuddle!!!! you!!!!! ☆*:.。.o(≧▽≦)o.。.:*☆
and loves kinda pouncing on you as soon as your eyes open
kisses you all over
and rolls the two of you around on the bed
and he’s just holding your hips the entire time, rubbing small circles into them
as he kisses you so damn sweetly
alkdfhgskdjfh
and if you playfully nip at his bottom lip?
he’ll just do it right back
your rolling around has turned into more too many times for you to count
and honestly, it’s kinda the best
so sweet and slow
like you’re the most precious jewel in the world
he  t a k e s  h i s  s w e e t  t i m e ( ̄~ ̄ )
and sometimes all you can do is hold on to the sheets for dear life
unless you’re supposed to meet your parents at 11 a.m.
in which case, you’d better be ready
gotta go fast, as they say~ (⊙‿⊙✿)  
but even then, mornings with hyunjin are still sweeter than caramel
his normally plump lips are even more so when he’s just woken up
and the way he squints his eyes against the sun?
that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen
sometimes he’s just calm in the mornings
and you lay your head on his chest
and listen to his heartbeat
as hyunjin strokes your hair and gives you a little neck massage
it’s so peaceful and you wouldn’t trade snuggling with hyunjin for the world
han jisung
does not want to get out of bed
nope
no fucking thank you \\\٩(๑`^´๑)۶////
there really should be a sign on his door or bed like
WARNING: Do Not Try to Remove Squirrel from Natural Habitat!!!!!
secondary warning: squirrel may bite if forcibly removed from natural habitat
he will cling to you better than an octopus
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jisung nuzzles into your neck like there’s no tomorrow
and the loose strands of hair falling around his face tickle your skin a little
instead of kissing your neck over and over,
jisung just kinda pouts and keeps his lips lightly against your skin
it’s really sweet hhhhhh (o´▽`o)
if he’s ~ in the mood ~ be prepared for WhiningTM
and for your pajamas to disappear faster than chan’s ears turn red when he’s embarrassed
is it gonna be fast? slow? who knows! (・_・ )
let the fates decide and just go with it
bc either way, you’re going to need to change the sheets and take a shower
you may also find yourself turned into a burrito one morning
bc jisung loves all the blankets
and thinks you’re cute as hell all rolled up in them
…..like a burrito 。・゚(゚⊃ω⊂゚)゚・。
and he will immediately lay down on top of you, the burrito, and begin to munch
and by munch i mean kiss you so thoroughly you’ll barely remember your name
he only gets like that if he’s been awake for at least an hour
hhhhhhhh
so when he first opens his eyes, rubbing his face a little and yawning
his first inclination is to make sure you’re still there
and then he just snuggles closer, kinda tucking his head under your chin or on your shoulder
as you also wake up, you make sure to kiss his forehead and tell him you love him
it’s a little ritual almost~
you’d both miss it if you didn’t do that
and you just shift a bit so you can hold jisung even tighter,
threading your fingers through his hair
and kissing the tips of his ears, as if they have little points
you lay there together, just enjoying the warmth of not one, not two, not three, but four comfy blankets and each other
until jisung’s a bit more awake
his hair is so messy when he finally sits up
and his lips are a little dry and swollen from sleep
when he finally speaks, his voice is super husky and deeper than usual
and, frankly, you think it’s the hottest thing ever
when you’re together, he usually doesn’t wear a shirt to sleep, either
so in the morning you’re just blessed with the sight of a shirtless jisung
whose voice is at least half an octave lower and slightly gravelly
it’s just;;;
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invariably, you end up pulling him right back down next to you and booping his nose
then kissing him
a lot
and, sometimes, you don’t get out of bed until noon
because why would you when it’s safe inside the blankets? (⌒▽⌒)♡
lee felix
wraps arms and legs (anything else he can manage but idk what) around you
bc damn it you’re there with him and you’re gonna be close!!!!
the cuddliest in the morning
but then again….will gladly wriggle down to the foot of the bed
and make you a scream
felix: softly, y/n!! don’t wake the neighbors!
y/n: how am i… supposed to- Fuck! stay quiet when you- damn it, ’lix… keep doing that!!?
*giggles from felix* (≧◡≦)
but most importantly
he literally just wants to hold you
and enjoys making you laugh by rumbling his voice in his chest
after all, it’s considerably easier to do first thing in the morning
and is quite proud of the fact that his voice is deeper in the mornings
yawns kinda loudly????
but does that slow eye and nose scrunch he does
to clear the sleep from his eyes a little
it’s the cutest thing ever
also learned the “make my significant other into a burrito” trick from jisung (-_-;)
so now you’re a burrito practically every single morning
there’s actually something comforting about being swaddled
and also like jisung
(((dear god they must share notes akhfskdhj)))
he flops down on top of you to cuddle the living daylights out of you
felix will give you all the gentle kisses in the world
definitely sings that frank sinatra song “fly me to the moon” to wake you up
before kissing each of your fingers, your palm, your wrist, and all the way up your arm before finally
finally
reaching your lips
and he just murmurs sweet nothings to you
as he kisses you every way and everywhere he knows how
felix likes to lay beside with you, hands laced together
and talk about what you’ll do together that day
bc there’s so much he wants to do with you (*¯ ³¯*)♡
and show you and cook for you
and he’s just so full of love
that he ends up bounding out of bed
and pulling you with him, even if you’re both still half-asleep
just so you can start your day together
although, you usually have to stop him from running out the door still in his pajamas
with the cutest bedhead ever
a small part of you wants to see what would happen if he went out like that
but then again…
you also want to be the only one who sees felix in such an utterly free state of being
kim seungmin
seungmin is extremely soft in the mornings
he really likes to just hold you to his chest with his cheek pressed against the top of your head
kisses your temple from time to time
and just holds you on top of him, hand pressed to the small of your back
he likes to tell you about the previous day when you’re just laying there together
and sometimes doesn’t mind if you fall back asleep while he’s talking
he actually finds it rather cute
seungmin likes to spoil you in the mornings
whatever that means to you
either food
(he’ll make you an amazing breakfast
like absolutely everything you could ever want
and probably more)
or ~ love ~
(…maybe, if you make a good case for it
does not take these things lightly ( ̄ヘ ̄) )
or giving you a massage
whatever
you do like massages tho
and seungmin’s particularly good at them
he makes sure to get lotion or body oil
and that his hands are warm
bc no one likes a massage from someone with cold hands
then just methodically massages your back
he secretly likes the little noises you make when the tension releases from your muscles (✿´ ꒳ ` )
sometimes massages turn into making love
but usually not~
mornings are for slow relaxation
no raising of heartbeats or anything else
seungmin also likes to plan out days while still cuddling in bed
and grudgingly allows you to tease him
about his bedhead
or his bleary-eyed looks at you before he’s fully awake ╥﹏╥
or how he just wouldn’t move no matter what you did during the night
it was really quite amazing
..................
seungmin tends to mumble a lot in the mornings
it’s one of the few times he’ll snuggle into you
instead of holding you
he’ll just mumble incoherently
and you’ll be just falling asleep again
when he starts talking perfectly clearly about how much he loves you
you listen, trying to memorize exactly what he says
bc there’s absolutely nothing to distract him or filter the words
and he’s just…. talking
seungmin’s voice first thing in the morning is, of course, a bit lower from sleep
and you find it unbearably attractive
especially when he’s telling you he loves you (*/ω\)。o♡
yang jeongin
kinda just slips his arm around your shoulder
kisses the top of your head
and murmurs “good morning sweetie”
before getting up quickly to brush his teeth
bc dear gods he just wants to feel clean;;;;
but!!
once he’s back, it’s time for sooooo many cuddles ( ◡‿◡ ♡)
you hadn’t necessarily fully enjoyed the experience of breakfast in bed
until you met jeongin
then, breakfast in bed on the weekends became normal!
and sometimes you’d even watch a show together
and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle
when he started working out more, you were really excited
bc it meant more squish for you to cuddle on
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he’s very playful in the mornings
and, like with minho, there ends up being lots of tickling
although, with jeongin, he’s doing the tickling
he’s in love with your giggle(*♡∀♡)(*♡∀♡)
and takes every opportunity to make you laugh just so he can hear it
jeongin is the poutiest in the mornings
like if you thought jisung can pout?
then…
well, no. jisung still wins the pouting contest
but jeongin comes in a close second!!!
but not even pouting to get something or get his way
just cutely pouting for the sake of looking cute (◕‿◕✿)
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and he just squishes you so tightly to his chest
you sometimes have to remind him that
in a perfect world
you’d like to breathe
one morning when you were being squeezed
so affectionately you didn’t even know what to do
you decided to kiss his collarbones
and it was all over from there
jeongin  m e l t s  if you kiss his collarbones
and if you kiss along them,
everything in his world is even better
but then if you decide to get inventive
and maybe take a lil soft nibble or lick?
it’s all over (⌒_⌒;)
he just gets so overwhelmed with love
and tenderness hhhhh
and sighs like a dramatic Victorian lady
the moment you start
therefore:
you are so not leaving that bed for at least another two hours
jeongin likes to make sure you’re nice and comfy
at all times
when in bed bc, just like his friends have taught him:
he will treat you like an angel.。o♡
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yan-twst · 3 years
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Idk if I made it in time for requests so I'll send it in anyway feel free to delete if too late but headcannons of Yandere Malleus, Kalim and Leona with a darling who loves them back but is scared of being tied to royalty?
a/n: just a quick heads up- kalim isn’t royalty (i used to think he was like, the son of the sultan when i got into twst) like in the sense his family isn’t connected to the crown, however he is the heir to an incredibly powerful and influential family! it still works for the effects of being incredibly stressed to being connected to such important family- think of it as old money rich families- but just thought i’d give a heads up bc i don’t refer to him as royalty in this one. also i’m working off the assumption that the relationship is already like, happening because i don’t want to make these way longer than needed
warnings: general yandere themes, implied violence
❥ leona kingscholar
it all comes off as... almost mockery, really. it leaves a sour taste on his mouth- he can see how his darling tenses at his presence whenever his title is mentioned, how they seem to stress whenever leona’s brother writes about how he should bring his lover to the palace to meet him
it’s not them trying to make leona feel unappreciated or feared, but that’s what they do. he’s spent too long being compared to his brother, being whispered about by servants- it wouldn’t be too far off to say that he almost feels betrayed by his significant other because of this, even if their reluctance isn’t necessarily aimed at him
he isn’t above using pressure to keep them right by his side. royalty might be annoying, but it’s also pressuring and crushing. he knows better than anyone that his darling can easily crumple under it all, and he uses it for his own advantage before they can slink away from him
their face shown to the entire afterglow savannah. being presented to farena and his wife. cheka’s constant cheering and asking “when they’re gonna marry uncle leona”. he has no trouble taking his darling back home by telling them how excited farena is to see them- surely they aren’t about to disappoint the king, are they? and once there, it’s all in his ballcourt.
court manners, keeping up appearance, smile for the citizens, wave as leona puts his arm around their shoulder, try not to go pale and fall when farena introduces them as leona’s partner- this isn’t a marriage announcement, but it might as well be. after all, is it even possible to split off now...? now that everyone seems to think leona’s found his genuine love, that it’s a sweet love story of the ill tempered second prince falling in love with a no-name commoner and tossing aside traditions of royalty marrying royalty to bring them to his kingdom... it’s such a sweet story for everyone, except perhaps for the poor soul that’s trapped in the relationship with no exits
and oh, if pressure isn’t enough, then pain and threats surely will be. leona seems to easily pick his own desires over his darling’s comfort; after all, he so easily chose to shackle them to the relationship just because he feared their insecurities would cause them to leave. now that they’re effectively trapped to him by everyone’s gazes being in them, he just has to keep them docile and obedient, keep them from causing a scene. 
he’s careful enough not to bruise anywhere visible if he thinks punishment is needed; long gone are the days when he’d perhaps tolerate his darling not doing as he pleased, replaced by his seemingly unwavering intent to train them into absolute submission. it’s more so mortifying when he decides to drag their loved ones into the ordeal: perhaps they’re willing to withstand pain themselves, but would they want anything bad to happen to their beloved friends back at nrc, hm? 
“are you being cold to me? you should know better by now.” he isn’t necessarily angry, per se, but annoyed- by now they do know it’s already bad to have him in that mood. there’s an added danger of being back at nrc now that break is over; there’s no longer guards stationed outside the room, no longer the danger of cheka bursting in- which means leona has little to no reason to not be as horrible as he wants, provided he makes sure they can’t scream too loud beforehand. the bruises on their arms still hurt from being gripped too tightly last time he considered they weren’t behaving as affectionately as they should, and the memory immediately makes them tense. without even asking why he’s accusing them of being cold now, they apologize- meek, docile, spineless- and the grin on his face grows. perhaps they’d been to scared at the thought of being connected to royalty before and failed to realize it wasn’t leona’s connection to royalty what made a relationship with him dangerous: how many red flags had they missed before? how many of those quirks and things they chalked off to leona being a bit too possessive or territorial had been warning signs to this eventual outcome? dwelling on the past did nothing to soothe the pains of the present, though. “hmph, i don’t think i’m buying that apology. if you really want to get off without a punishment, put me in a good mood first. you can do that much, can’t you, herbivore?”
❥ kalim al-asim
sweet, innocent and cheerful kalim would seem like the sort of person who wouldn’t understand anxieties over being connected to a powerful family. he gives off such a bubbly and happy impression that such things would simply slip his mind
oh, but they don’t. he himself has suffered at being tied to his family- he’s been through enough attempted assassinations and kidnappings and poisonings that he’s almost de-sensitized to it all. he’s sunny, yes, but it’s almost surprising how cheery he is considering all he’s been through
perhaps that’s why he’s almost... sympathetic to his darling when he finally understands their plight. it’s a relief, really- it’s not that they don’t love him! he’s fine, they’re fine- it’s just a little bit of anxieties! 
he understands, really... it’s so scary to have people wanting to get rid of you. well, it’s different for him, because he’s lived this way all his life, but his darling hasn’t... it must be scary for them... kalim’s affection and his simple mind, combined with his love that runs a bit too deeply mix
good intentions or not, the result is nothing more than glorified imprisonment, really. it begins with him happily saying that he asked crowley for permission to get some guards from back home to come to nrc to make sure nobody tries to break into his darling’s dorm, to then kalim insisting they spend their nights in scarabia for added safety- it snowballs from there
don’t eat the cafeteria food if it hasn’t been poison tested! actually, don’t eat in the cafeteria at all, he’ll provide the food. they don’t have someone like jamil by their side, so try not to wander outside alone! in fact, always have him close if they go out, ok? 
... and of course, it ends up with maybe don’t leave the dorm, since it could be dangerous, and by then? it’s too late. kalim interpreted their anxiety as fear of dangers, because he’s put in danger because of his position, and so he seems to tell himself that as long as he keeps them safe everything is fine
even if they don’t want to do as he says, he’s just... keeping them safe. it’s his duty, as a good boyfriend, right? even if it’s painful to hear them cry from their room as he locks the door, even after he has to keep a chain on their ankle to keep them from trying to pick the lock... kalim doesn’t enjoy their pain, doesn’t relish in the sadism most nrc students seem to inherently have. but he still thinks he’s doing what he must to keep them safe: after all, wasn’t it them who were scared before...?
“i got you this, it reminded me of you! please, won’t you try it on? i’m sure it’ll look amazing on you, and it matches with me... oh, if you don’t like the colour of the gems i could get you another one, too!” kalim opens the box to  present a bracelet. it’s objectively a fine piece of art- surely it’s pure gold and carved jewels, a priceless piece that most could merely dream of even looking at through a glass display, and yet to kalim, there isn’t really a price too high for his lover. they’re his most beloved treasure; and he seems to protect them as such, too, if the chain connecting the cushined cuff on their ankle to the wall says anything. it’s covered in gold and long enough they can wander around the room, but a golden chain still remains a chain. it’s almost silly to think back on how this hell began, with them being anxious over being connected to such an affluent family as the asim family was- in fact, the threats of poisonings or kidnappings hadn’t even crossed their mind until kalim began to protect them from it. and now this was life- kalim seemed to willingly ignore every single time they tried to lash out, acting as if everything was fine, showering them with gifts as if new and expensive belongings could somehow soothe the loss of their freedoms. and maybe it was partly their fault too- after all, they let him put the bracelet on their wrist, let him cheer about how pretty they looked. it was so hard to lash out against him, despite him doing all of this- knowing that he genuinely had no bad intentions, that it was all born out of love and desire to protect, but they were still prisoners with no escape.
❥ malleus draconia
there’s nothing that malleus dreads more than being feared by his darling. that’s what sets them apart from others, what makes him so obsessed, to finally have found someone to show even an inkling of kindness to him, to show him a glimmer of warmth after a life of being feared, of being shunned
he... can’t understand. why are they scared of being tied into royalty? as he sees it, it’s a step up from their current life- power, riches, comfort, those are all things that people dream of, things men have gone to war over, things he can give them. malleus doesn’t seem to comprehend the pressure of it all to someone who’s simply never been involved with the crown- he’s never truly had friends outside of his parental figure or guards, always surrounded by those who work for the crown or are part of the court.
his frustration makes him turn to his instincts. he isn’t willing to lose his darling, not over something like this- even if in reality, he’d be unwilling to let go no matter the reason. what good is power and status if he can’t at least keep the one person he loves the most...? why would he not use said power to keep them by his side?
he seems to think that if he just pushes them headfirst into it, they’ll adjust. a sort of “rip the bandaid” method; they’re anxious over being tied to fae royalty, so why can’t he just show them it’s truly nothing to stress over? they don’t need to worry about ruling or about duties- their title as royalty in the future wouldn’t mean much. they’re malleus’ lover first and foremost, their only true duties would be to stay by his side as they’ve been doing
malleus makes his decision almost worryingly quickly. it’s perhaps because this obsessive attitude has been in him all along, simply brought up by the slight bump in the relationship. maybe his draconic instincts to hoard could be blamed, or maybe his lack of real relationships, or maybe he simply was never meant to love in the regular sense
it... really doesn’t help that most fae don’t think too highly of humans. when malleus drags a clearly terrified and unwilling little human back home and declares them to be his future spouse, the fae court really seems to think of them more as the prince’s pet rather than a lover, leave alone an unwilling victim. if anything, there’s more pressure added to them, the fact that in the castle there isn’t really any ally for them
he’s persistent. malleus doesn’t want to hurt his darling much, but his temper isn’t quite stable. test him too much and he’ll snap, electricity and magic humming in the air. the faster his darling learns that the best path for them is to just do as he says, to hold him and kiss him and try and hide how their body tenses and hands shake when he enters the room, the better it’ll be for them. it’s not like they’re going to be getting any other life soon- upon returning to nrc, malleus doesn’t see the need for them to attend classes. after all, their future is already decided as a docile spouse to a king, they aren’t going to be needing much of an education, as much as they simply have to learn to be a doting and gentle spouse to him.
“i don’t understand why you’re so stressed over this.” malleus sounds genuinely confused, arms crossed as he stares at his darling. the poor thing flinches at his voice, quickly composing themselves, as if trying to hide said moment of vulnerability from him- the last thing they want is for malleus to grow more upset because he once again is forced to realize his own lover is terrified of him. still, he steps closer, close enough to cup their cheek with one of his cold hands. it takes all of their willpower to not stiffen under his touch. they’re extra jumpy today, mainly because lilia dropped by to begin court etiquette lessons. the fae’s ways are much different from humans, but from what they hear, malleus doesn’t plan on having them discuss many affairs with the court to warrant more than some infrequent reminders by lilia on how to behave. still, that does little to calm their nerves, especially because they know the reason why despite the fact they’ll soon be royalty that they’ll still have little duties. malleus caresses their cheek, thumb moving to gently swipe over their lower lip (the urge to lunge and bite seems to still scream from a corner of their brain. the urge to rebel against this, to try and claw back at their old life- urges they ignore and suppress. it’s useless- it’s all useless now, and they know trying to stand for themselves is just asking for malleus to lose it again and hurt them beyond belief in his anger). he seems satisfied with their response; that is, with the lack of response, minimal flinching and tensing, things he’s slowly become keenly aware of, are good, and speaks again what weighs heavily on their mind. “you won’t have to deal with the court much. you’ll be my spouse- your title doesn’t mean anything to worry about. you’ll simply have to continue to love me as i love you; your only job is to stay by my side forever.”
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aceofbooksandtea · 2 years
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The Problem of Susan
so i’ve been reading some narnia fics lately and i keep seeing people mention the problem of susan and getting really upset about how c.s. lewis handled her character. admittedly, i haven’t read the books in a while, but i had them practically memorized as a kid and what i remember doesn’t really fit with what i’m seeing people say about susan.
(although, i haven’t really been reading a whole lot of those fics bc i like to ignore the last battle and just pretend susan’s still a friend of narnia)
but i think that a lot of people are reading something into it that isn’t necessarily there. what i’m hearing is a lot about how c.s. lewis did her character dirty by implying that looking beautiful and being involved with the world was a bad thing, and i can see why they might say that. but i see it differently for 3 reasons: what i know of c.s. lewis; how he portrayed susan from the beginning; and his references to women and looking beautiful throughout the series.
let’s talk about the last one first. throughout the series (to the best that i remember), c.s. lewis talks about plenty of female characters in ways that positively view women wanting to look beautiful. jill wants to bring home that gorgeous dress in the silver chair? yep, you got it! no negative references whatsoever. any of the queens and ladies of narnia or archenland physically described? i’m pretty sure jewels, crowns, and pretty robes and hair are all mentioned with no negativity for dressing pretty.
(one might argue that the whole thing with lucy wanting to look pretty like susan in the voyage of the dawn treader might be considered negative representation of a girl wanting to look beautiful, but honestly, it just sounds more like encouragement to love your body as it is, and not wanting to be someone else. which is very healthy!)
so. the fact that susan wants to wear lipstick and nylons isn’t the actual problem. (i’ll get back to this in a bit)
now, let’s talk about c.s. lewis. from what i remember, he believed that imagination was really important and that children should be encouraged in that and that more adults should foster it in themselves. now, this may seem like it has nothing to do with susan, but in the books, one of the things that makes her no longer a friend of narnia is that she dismisses it as fairytales and make believe. considering c.s. lewis’s thoughts on imagination, i’m pretty sure he was using this + the lipstick comment to imply that susan is trying to be a grown-up by england’s standards and tossing aside important things like imagination and playing (which are healthy psychological needs for any age)
(i’m not even going to go into what he implies about creativity with professor kirke’s comments about logic and schools)
now, last point before i’ll tie this all together: how susan is portrayed from the very first book. from the beginning, she’s a bit of a follower (if i’m remembering correctly). she likes rules, order, and doing what’s proper. in england, that means no make believe or wild active play once you’re past a certain age. in narnia, that meant believing in aslan and being good to all the magical creatures and talking beasts that were her subjects. she’s just following the rules. (i could be missing some things here about her character, but honestly, she fades into the background so easily).
yes, this could be considered a point against c.s. lewis for writing her this way, but honestly, if i had siblings as charismatic and brave and outgoing as peter and lucy, i’d probably give up and fade into the background too. it just makes sense for the siblings to be very different personalities and if you have too many leaders in a group of siblings/close friends/family, you’re never going to get anything done bc you’ll just be planning and arguing about the plans and then starting over. so i think susan got used to being the follower of the group.
(i’m pretty sure edmund did a bit of that too after he grew up a bit)
this doesn’t mean that susan isn’t capable of leading or doing things on her own, but i think she likes to know where the socially accepted boundaries are and then breaks them only when she absolutely has to. in narnia, that would be in the defense of her subjects and her siblings. in england, she has no subjects and her siblings are only in danger of being thought crazy if they keep up the narnia talk. so, she adjusts. she conforms. and the others don’t get it.
but. that doesn’t mean that there’s not a problem with how she’s acting. it isn’t the lipstick that’s the problem. it’s not that she’s trying to take on more adult expectations. it’s that she’s not handling her return from narnia at all. when you lose something important to you, it’s not great for your psyche to just deny that it every existed. it’s not great to throw yourself into expectations and responsibilities as an escape from your grief. it’s really, really not great to practically try to gaslight your siblings into believing your shared experiences never happened. (at least, i think gaslighting would be the correct term for dismissing real events as fiction and imagination to a person they actually happened to)
she bottles it up and and ignores it and shuns people who try to get her to talk about it. honestly, it reminds me a bit of how the movies had peter acting at the beginning of prince caspian, but even more serious bc peter at least acknowledged their shared experiences.
meanwhile, her siblings basically put together a support group for people who had been to narnia and are really hurting that she’s dismissed them in favor of things that can’t help her heal. so, yeah, they might be a bit snippy and resentful when they mention it in the scene that gets so many people talking about the problem of susan.
(and this isn’t even taking that this is a faith analogy, so she’s not only spitting on their shared experiences but on the worldview they all once shared.)
and this is why, while not the best way to phrase it, calling it the problem of susan fits. it’s not that susan is a problem. it’s that she has a problem and she’s not going to fix it properly any time soon with the path she’s taking. Gentle hearts can be easily hurt and she’s trying to mend it with all the wrong things.
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