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yuyu1024 · 3 months

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Escape

Pairings: Yoongi × y/n

Genre/tags: Arranged marriage

Warning: 🔞🔞 smut/angst, mention of food/eating, cursing, sensual touching, making out, needy/clingy, Pet name, lies, kink, unprotected sex, Smoking, jealousy, insecurity, mention of weight&food/eating, oral (m/f receiving), mention of blood/violence

~~~~[lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 5.8k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: continuation of Prisoner.

I hope this is a good part 2. 🙏🏻 took me a while coz idk if i should or not. 😅 sorry guys.

(This may continue a bit more...? But please be patient 🙏🏻 as I do have work & usually I try to write before i sleep but lately i've beeen so tired and drained that I cant even function 😅)

***

Another day, another event to go to. You are wearing your best 'pretend' smile. The smile you have practiced for months, to be your default expression whenever you meet anyone in any formal event. It's not that your trying to be fake. You just want to represent your husband the best that you can. And being a shy person, this is what you can do to help yourself.

Although, you wish, that even just one time, Yoongi would show up to these events with you.

At the first month of your marriage, he did. He did that to introduce you to everybody. You could still remember how you two were holding hands and always together. Those were the days when you have spent so much time with him.

But... Now, it's just always you. Alone. Amongst everyone in the whole place, you are the only one who always arrives with no partner.

"Excuse me?"

You twirl around and find the prettiest girl you think you have ever seen in your life. She looks like a goddess.

"Ahm, yes?" Your voice sounded so weak. You haven't said a word in the last hour.

"You are the only one wearing a corsage with a hint of lilac flowers in it... I'm guessing... you are Yoongi's wife?" She asks

"Ah, yes. I am." You look down at the flower pinned on your chest

She's smiling at you. She looks sort of happy to see you. "Finally... I've met you."

You haven't said a word. You are not sure how to approach this. You have no idea who she is and why is she approaching you. Plus, You are sort of intimidated by her. She is a beautiful, a sophisticated woman. She have this energy from her that says she is different than anyone else. You could feel your difference with her. Though you are covered with all highend brands of clothing and accessories. You can still see it.

"Oh, sorry... if I'm invading your personal time..." she says, "I am a friend of Yoongi... well... an old friend... from University" she explains. "Sarang."

"Oh." You smile and bow. "Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N... I'm sorry... I've not met any of his friends yet so...I didn't know..."

"It's fine. I understand."

She looks like she came from a regal family, the same level as Yoongi. Also, her beauty.... takes your breathe away. She remind you of how you reacted the first time you saw Yoongi. In awe.

"Thank you for coming here also..." she says as she walks you around the gallery. "I hope you find something to your liking here that... would be a part of your home or either a gift to anyone you love."

As you two talk more, you learned that she's the one that threw this charity event. She gathered all these arts from known artists, to auction. She says that 100% of the earnings from it will go to the children's hospital that she have been donating ever since.

You have just met her and you are already at amazed by her. Not by just her prominent looks but also the way she talks and speaks her mind is very inspiring and uplifting. Because of her words you find it easy buying two items in the collection. You know all of the money will go and be used for something good.

You chose the items, the two that caught your attention the moment you entered the gallery. Both are paintings of a beautiful flowerfield which reminds you of your past. The field where you would always go with your friends and have picnic during summer break.

Such beautiful memory that you wish you could've not taken for granted. You wish you could re-live those moments again. And the paintings, those paintings you chose might go well in your own study room.

"It's nice meeting you..." she says, cutting you from reminiscencing your past

"Thank you too for inviting us.. though... my husband couldn't come..."

She smiles, lips pressed together. "He hasn't changed at all. Not very social and just focused on just working..."

Hmm.. The way she talks, the way she describes your husband is very detailed. She seem to know him pretty well. 'They are friends' you say to yourself but then at the back of your mind, a thought, just a tiny thought about him and her, is peaking through.

'Is she an ex of his?'

'If not an ex... probably... someone who liked him?'

I know, this is no place nor time to think about these but you can't help it.

Look at her and then you look at yourself. You two are totally opposites. From status to looks. And probably from personaly to intelligence. She is more than you. She is perfect. You think that he and Yoongi might or will get along more than you and him.

"Ahm... I ahm..." you start to feel uncomfortable with all of your self pity thoughts. You need to get a hold of yourself. "Sorry... I'll... I'll just go to the bar and have some drink..." you say as you clutch on to your dress.

"Oh. Okay." Sarang says. "You want me to accompany you...?"

You shake your head, "No... thank you... don't mind me... please go ahead and tour the rest of the guest." You say pointing at the newly arrived guests.

You turn around immediately before she could response again.

This is weird. You're not sure why you suddenly have the urge to drink. Even though you don't drink. Also because, you can't. Literally, can't.

You only drink red wine when you are offered to drink, by Yoongi of course. It's only when he asks you to join him during nights when he needs company or if you two are to discuss things about the family.

You don't drink also because you are a lightweight. You get tipsy and red easily. One time when you had more than three glasses of red with your husband, you instantly changed personality. You have no idea how and what changed besides the stories that your maid said the day after which were embarassing.

You have no recollection of anything besides the fact that you were on the sofa, inside Yoongi's home office, butt naked and only have Yoongi's blazer on you.

"Mrs. Min, what can I get you?" The cute guy behind the bar asks as you reach your destination.

"How... do you know who I am?"

He smiles, "We had the lists of the guests coming tonight... with photos." He pours water into a glass

"With details...? who can and cannot drink... I suppose?"

He nods. "Your husband noted... to not serve any alcohol to you Miss."

"Even... I want to? Or... pay?"

"I'm sorry Miss..." he says, "If you like we can offer you our non-alcohol champagne?"

You sigh heavily. You badly want to drink. Even just one glass to calm yourself. But...you can't. Yoongi have rules and you cannot avoid and disobey them.

He does give you the freedom to do whatever you want but when it comes to what not to do or what he likes, he have a handful.

1. Don't cut your hair short

2. Don't drink when he's not present nor ordered by him

3. Don't leave the house without atleast one body guard

4. Don't wear perfume (he gets dizzy)

5. Use the safeword during sex

And etc.

The rules are quite simple. Nothing to weird nor to hard to follow. It's just you compromising. And also, you do have a hard time saying no to Him.

"Thanks." You mumble, sighing as you take the glass of water and walk away from the bar.

After figuring out you can't drink to calm yourself, you decide to just go somewhere outside, away from the crowd and peaceful to get fresh air. Lucky you, you found an exit that leads you to the garden.

As time have gone by, you're not sure how long have you been there, staring at the fountain, the flowers and even starring down at your feet every now and then. You thought being out here will leave your head empty. Not worrying about anything. But then you'd catch yourself pouting and comparing yourself to all the ladies you have seen in the event, especially the last person you have talked to.

Your self pity and low self-esteem is thriving today than usual. Is it the lack of sleep? Or because of the one guy from earlier giving you a judging look that made you regret wearing the dress you picked? What happened?

These thoughts are not very helpful. Especially lately, well probably more on daily basis, you do wonder why Yoongi chose you. To marry.

They've said, more particularly his parents said, that he didn't like the ones they suggested for him; so he decided to pick you. To marry you instead of those women who is on the same level as him or close to his family's wealth.

Odd isn't it? Why would someone like him, an elite bachelor, pick a girl from a lower class family to marry? What did he see in you? What made him randomly pick you? You are not special, inexperience about life and not alluring as the other girls in his world. What did he saw? How did he even saw you? You were sure you two never met before. So did he hire someone to find a daughter from a poor family or what?

Instead of clearing your mind, you suddenly had these outburst of questions.

"What are you doing here?"

Your eyes widens after hearing a familiar voice. You didn't dare to speak. You just slowly turn your upper body around to see him, walking slowly towards you.

He's wearing a tuxedo. His hair is slightly slicked back and his scar. His beautiful scar. It's him.

You can't believe what you are seeing. He's really here. Why? He's been away for a week because of work and when did he came back?

"Y-yoongi..." you mumble, standing up

"I asked you..." he says as he stands right in front of you. Then you see his eyes darts down at your glass of water, sitting beside you. "Your bodyguard said... you asked for a drink." He looks back at you, his expression is so serious.

"I ahm... sorry..." you lower your gaze.

"You know... you can't drink."

"I'm sorry..." you whisper softly

"Let her have fun." A woman's voice says. "She just wants to have a glass of wine. It won't hurt."

Slowly raising your eyes, you see her, Sarang, standing from afar from you and Yoongi.

Her stance at this moment is unidentical to her persona earlier. It feels like she is a completely different person, though her appearance is the same. Something shifted.

"She did an amazing job.. representing you earlier." She adds

Your eyes then goes to Yoongi. You want to see his reaction to the angelic woman speaking. You are curious. No one talks to him directly like that, blunt and straight forward, even you.

Sarang is brave to talk casually to him.

"Ready the car..." Yoongi finally speaks after a monent of silence. Ordering one of his men to move.

That was it?

"I'll return the items. Keep the money. I don't care." He says while he's looking at you, straight into your eyes. Though you know, even his eyes are on you, he's not actually speaking to you.

"Yoongi le---" she tries to speak again but he didn't allowed it.

Yoongi just slightly turned his head to give her a side eye. He is not pleased. "My wife and I are leaving..." and then takes your hand to hold onto. "Let's go home..." he says that only you can hear.

"Ahm...ahh... okay." You say, lost by the sudden fierceness from him

***

"Get in." He orders you

Carefully climbing in the car, you move to the other side making sure there is a space betweem you two.

"Home please." Yoongi says to his driver as he shuts the door.

"Sir." The man answers, nodding and then pushes a button that closes the opening between the driver to the passenger seat of the car.

We are now isolated.

He looks so tired. Looks like he just came back and went straight to event to pick you up.

"I have my driver with me... you could've rested at home." You say

He sighs and closes his eyes. "I'm fine."

Did he purposely pick you up because he wants to see you? Did he missed you while he was away for a week?

Your mind is filled with questions and curiosity but you cannot dream of these questions to be real. You have to remember, he just married you because he have no other choice. There is no love in between you two. You are married by paper only that is worth a lot of money. Everything you are doing for him is to repay all of his kindness to you and your family.

This is all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy.

"Come closer..." he softly says. His eyes are still shut but his arm is arching, gesturing for me to take place in then. "Y/n..." he opens his eyes, calling my name. You scoot over his side. He immediately puts his arm around you, making sure you are close. "You're shaking..." he utters as he goes back to closing his eyes, resting his head back. "You're almost naked with that dress of yours..."

"Sorry..." you say looking down at your knotted fingers. "I thought it will look good....that's why I wore it."

He sighs. "You do look good..." then he shifts in his position and makes sure you're looking back at him. Then he starts leans in, to kiss you.

"Wait..."

He pauses, confused by your reaction. You have never denied his kiss before.

"I'm sorry..."

"What for?" He asks

"Well..." you look to the front, where the driver is. "Do we just kiss or..." you whisper

Yoongi didn't expect your question which made him smile. "It depends." He is looking straight into your eyes, your face are just inches away.

"He might hear us..." you whisper

"I don't fucking care." He moves forward and finally catches your lips.

***

After travelling for almost half an hour, you finally reach home.

"Welcome home, Miss..." The maid greets the second you slide out of the car. she then sees Yoongi, coming out from the other side of the car. "Master!" She bows again. "Welcome..."

They are suprised to see him. They didn't expect him to arrive with you. Looks like none of them knew he went to pick you up.

"Do we have anything to eat?" You softly ask the maid, then you realized that it's already late and that they have to rest too. "Oh... Sorry... never mind... you may go and rest." You give her a faint smile.

Then slowly walking towards the elevator, you could see your husband's reflection through the glass doors. He is busy already with his phone.

"Y/n..."

You glance up, peaking through the reflection. He is walking towards you. So you wirl around and waited for him to stand in front of you.

"Ask your assistant to remove all charities or event under the Lee's tomorrow. Even parties." He says as he undo his bow tie. "And... to not accept any invitation from them...again"

"Why?"

He didn't answer. No answer means he's serious.

"Okay..." You just answer before turning your back at him again.

Thinking about what you are in his world is heart breaking in a way. You are nothing but someone he owns. You just go with the flow of his world.

Yes you do had an idea what you've signed up for but its still shocking nonetheless how everything is unfolding and is doing.

"Aren't you getting in?"

You look up and see that he is in the elevator already, waiting.

"S-sorry..." you say before entering. You try your best to not make eye contact with him.

After both of you settled in, the maid follows and taps on level 3. That is where both your rooms are.

Oddly, Yoongi taps on the Upper ground after her. "Can you please cook something light before you leave? My wife needs to eat." He orders

"Yes, Master." She answers just in time when the elevator stops on UG.

"We'll both be down after we shower and get rested a bit."

"Understood, Master." She exists the elevator, bows and immediately walks off.

'My wife'. It is the second time he said that today. He never says that.

"Don't skip meals." He mumbles as the door closes

You didn't answer. You didn't mean to skip a meal or two today. And maybe a few days before too. You were nervous. One main reason is the dress you're wearing right now is very revealing. A satin black backless maxi dress. You wanted be perfect in the dress thats why, even though you know it's not achievable.

*pings*

The elevator door opens on level 3. You step out and about to turn to your wing when you hear him call your name again.

"Where are you going?" He asks

"T-to my room..." you sound so weak, "To shower..."

"Shower here." He says, suggesting the shower in his wing. Meaning in his room. Meaning his bathroom.

"Hmm?" You are lost in translation. Why is he asking you to shower there all of a sudden.

"To my room." And then he undo the first two buttons of his shirt.

"W-what? Why?"

He didn't say another word. He just continued to walk off towards his room leaving you.

"W-wait..." You take two steps forward but then stops.

"Y/N...." you hear the heels of his shoes stop hitting the marbled floor. His back is facing you. "I said, shower here. I didn't ask you to decide." he then turns around and you see his white top basically open now. "Will you go and shower with me or do you want me to peel that dress off you and carry you to my room?"

Flusttered by his remark, you just released an unsolicited shaky breathing. "Ahm... yes... I'm... I'm coming..."

***

[Flashback to Yoongi's side]

(Earlier... as soon as Yoongi arrived at the charity event)

Some of the people in the event went silent for a few seconds the moment they saw you enter the building. They all didn't expect you to show up since your wife was already present. But of course, they still greeted you with a smile and tried to make small talks. They want to be on your good side. They know what you are capable off. What power you hold in this world.

However, you don't care about these fuckers. You dropped by because you received a call from your wife's bodyguard that Y/N is not looking okay.

"Where is she?" You ask the man standing behind you.

"She just left the bar, Sir. And went out to the garden." He reply.

"I see."

One step, you just took one step and somebody already stands in your way to your wife.

"Look who's here."

"Sarang." You say her name, bitterly. You are not expecting her to be here.

"You have been ignoring my invites for quite some time now... I thought, helping others is one of your goals in life that's why you work 24/7?"

"I thought this event was by the Lee's?" You hiss at your male assistant.

"It is, Sir. By--"

"Lee Do-Hyun..." she cuts off the assistant. "My husband..." she proudly says. "Aww.. That kind a... hurts my feelings...that... you have no idea I got married..."

"I don't keep tab on people who's not important to me."

She scoffs but she sounded a bit insulted and her ego got hurt. But she's good at pretending that it didn't bothered her. "You say that now...but a few years ago... I was your muse..." she tries to move closer to you but your body guards stands in between quickly.

"Was." You look away from her and try to search for your wife through the window not far away from where you stand. "My mistake for socializing to a liar, back stabbing... leech like you." You say, then giving her a side eye. "I wish your husband good fortune... or that he loves spoiling you... or esle... he'll found out his wife's true color..."

You're about to walk away, again, but this bitch still wants to talk to you.

"You think... she'll not get tired of you? Of you controlling her? Especially getting married with you... with no love at all?" She snorts a laugh again. "Or maybe... she will not..." she mumbles under her breathe, "Now... It figures... why you picked someone from a low class family... someone with no choice but to stay with you because her family needs your money. I see..." she laughs again, "poor girl... if I were her, I would milk you all of your money so it will be worth it... after all she married a controlling, dominant, and a freaky person like you."

You know Y/N is not like her. She is a nice person. She's not into money like this bitch is. However, you do think about how Y/N thinks about you and her marriage to you.

You admit that you are very controlling when it comes to her. It is one of your negative trait that you cannot put away. It comes natural with you because of the life you have been brought up and your business. You want things to happen in your way and you are also possessive. You do try to controll it when it comes to her but you are not sure if you are doing it right.

Well how could you know, you never talk about it. Even with your wife. You never asked about her feelings and opinions.

"Watch your mouth." You mumble. "You might think you know me from the years we've been together. But you haven't seen half of what I can and would do... if anyone picks a fight with me.." you glare at her. "Consider this a warning."

[End of flashback from Yoongi's side]

*************

"Miss..."

Slowly opening your eyes, your eyes carefully adjusted to the light. You could see the ray of sunshine peaking through your dark thick curtains.

"Miss..."

You turn your head to the side and see your maid bowing.

"It's noon Miss..."

"Oh."

It has been a quite a few days now, since you start waking up this late. You are usually up early. You are a morning person. You also do jogs or walks around the property and sometimes go to the home gym to move, always. But something shifted in your routines.

You are tired, less motivated and no will to get up your bed.

"I think we need to call the family doctor now, Miss." The maid suggested. "You've lost a bit of weight and you look pale."

"I'm fine." You say as you push your duvet off your body and slide down off your bed. "I'll take a quick bath..." you mumble

"Understood." She is ready to come along with you.

"No... I'm fine... I'll just go alone... just prepare food for me please."

"But... Miss..." she usually prepares your bath and always stays with you there. After the little accident you had a year ago when you first experience a hot bath on the tub. You fainted because you fell asleep. Too much enjoyment and you forgot it is not good to stay long in there.

"I'll be fine." You smile and requested for her to leave

"Okay Miss... but... I will be back after half an hour to check."

"Sure."

You slept last night, wearing your silk robe and your fancy cream nightgown, his favorite. You were expecting Yoongi to come home last night as per usual schedule. But he didn't. He didn't even informed the staff that he'll not be home for a longer period.

What happened? You don't know.

The last time you talked to him was the night he asked you to come to his room and shower with him.

Everything that night was magical. For you atleast. But then you ruined it.

When you both entered his dark room, he immediately clung onto you. He held you like everything depends on it. It was more intemate and hungry than the usual and you liked it for some reason. After all the self doubt and insecurity you felt in the party, the intemacy made you feel more than what you feel.

And when he peeled off your dress from your body, you didn't expected him to go down on his knees and lick your soul out of your body. His tongue did more than you know he could do. It brought you to another level of high. And you didn't know you could screech like an animal because of it. He really made sure you are on cloud nine or even beyond that.

"Fuck me... please..." you begged him after you knees weakened and fall down the floor where he is.

"No." He said. He was sturn. "No request for tonight." He said and then he positioned you underneath him where he could properly see you crumble because of him.

"Y-yoongi... please.... I need... I want to come..." you begged

He brought you to cloud nine but then hold onto your pearls when you were about to orgasm.

"I'm punishing you right now..." he said as he lowers down and starts to run his tongue from your chest up. "Next time... don't wear any sort of revealing clothes...when I'm not around.. do you understand that Y/N?"

"Y-yes..."

"Another rule to add... are you okay with that?" He hummed the last words on your ears before he let both his hands squeeze your breast. "Answer me..."

"I don't... mind..." you were squearming underneath him. He was playing your nipples then. "I... I don't mind... Yoongi..." you repeated, pleading.

His punishment continued for another few minutes. It was too much. You were struggling catching your bliss but he's playing you. However, you are patient. You know his kinks and you know what he wants and so you do whatever and accept whatever. Coz you know it is from him.

"Scream my name." He grunted as he pounds you with no mercy.

You were holding on to his massive bookshelf on the wall, your legs were lifted and hanging over his forearm whilst he was thrusting deep in you. You were getting hurt from your back hitting the shelves but it didn't matter. You don't know why but for some reason you can endure everything just for Yoongi. Even pain.

"Nnggghhaaa..." you threw your arms around his neck as he went faster. "Please!" You cry on his neck. "Aaaahhh!!" You screamed the orgasm you have been keeping for a while. You felt relieved and content.

And as you two were catching your breath. You uttered words that surprised the both of you. You said 'I love you' to Yoongi.

It should not be a surprise. You two are married right. However since yours are different from others, those words were never said or mentioned ever after the wedding. It is like a forebidden phrase though there are no rule about it. It's like an unspoken deal that no one says those words since THIS.. YOU TWO... is just a fantasy. You two got together with no love. It is not real. You are just one of his property.

And so, after that night. That magical night for you ended up into this cold, quiet and empty prison. Again. You are back to nothing.

You thought you are on a journey escaping that confinement. You thought that something is going to change. You thought... that you were wrong about him. But who are you kidding? You were just having sex like you used to. It is nothing special. It is the same crap. So you saying you love him is... worthless.

"Did I even mean it?" You ask yourself as you lay down in your hot bath. "I said it... after sex.." you are trying to understand how those words slipped out of your lips. If it all just happened because of such high from the sex.

You can clearly remember how you said it. You paused, looked into his eyes and carefully said it. You know you said it with the intent for him to hear it but when you saw his reaction. It made you realize what a big mistake it was.

"Am I having feelings for him?" You mumble as you lower yourself more into the water. "I should not right?"

You know the answer to your own quesion. Look at him even ignoring you for almost two weeks now. Who are you even kidding thinking it will have an effect on him?

After the 'I love you' incident, He eat dinners without you or he let you eat first before he comes out of his home office. And then when he leaves, he does not inform you now. You just get the news of him flying off somewhere from your maid. Even his men are being cautious with you. He must've ordered them to be distant but at the same time protect you.

How funny that these are his responses to you. You know you deserve it but you're a little bit hurt, your not going to lie.

"Who am I for him to love?" You sigh. "Maybe... I should just prepare myself for the ending of this fantasy..."

*********

"Master." The maids bows as they suddenly sees Yoongi enter the main entrance while they are all cleaning.

Yoongi have not been home for a while. He has been... busy.

"Give them all my clothes." He says to his right hand man. "Sorry if it's quite a lot today." He then says to the maids as he removes his black coat revealing his white button up shirt, stained with blood. A lot of it. No one reacted to the visual that is shown. All the staff are used to it. They know how his world is.

"Where is she?" He asks as he loosen up his tie

All the maids in the corredor suddenly turn heads to the youngest one at the end of the line. She is Y/N personal maid.

"Master." She steps forwards and bows again. "Miss is in her bath."

Yoongi frowns. "Alone?"

"Ahm..." she suddenly stutters. "Sorry, Master! She... Miss wanted to... alone... but I told her after half an hour I will go back."

"How long has she been there?" He then throws his tie on the ground.

"Twenty."

"Okay." He takes a deep breathe and tries to collect himself. "Just go and be on standby in her room. She can't stay any longer."

"Okay, Master." She bows again and briskfully walk back to Y/N wing.

"Are you not going to... visit her Sir?" His male right hand asks. "She have been messaging you since..." he pauses for a bit. "And calling too."

He didn't answer. "Ready my bath please." He orders and just continue walking his way to his room.

"Understood." The man replies

"She can't see me like this." Yoongi mumbles as he walks

"I see..." his right hand man smiles at his master's response.

"Why are you smiling?" Yoongi asks, one eyebrow up.

"Nothing, Sir."

"Just spit it out."

The right man, Mr. Kim have been Yoongi's right hand man ever since he was in his teens. Mr. Kim saw him grew up and be the man that he is now. And for sure, if something changed he would be the first one to notice

And now, the tiny changes in Yoongi's mood and decisions, He might not know or see it but it is obvious for Mr. Kim. He knows it is something about his wife.

"2nd week of your marriage, Sir. She saw you coming home with a bloody lip and injured knuckles. You said you don't give a damn if she sees you looking like a murderer."

"So? What's your point?"

"It's just lately...."

Yoongi pauses and turns around to see Mr. Kim, wearing a smile.

"What are you implying? Just... say it."

Mr. Kim bows and says, "Nothing Sir."

"Hmmm..." rolling his eyes, he continued to walk.

*****

"Miss..." your personal maid rushes in your room, "Master have return." She says.

To her suprise, she sees you standing in the middle of the room, wearing your bathrobe and a towel in your hair already.

You take a deep breathe, not letting your eyes look away from the view you are seeing from your window, a clear blue sky.

"Miss.. shall I prepare your clothes?"

You close your eyes and then removed the towel wrapped around your long hair. "Please..." you softly answer

"What do you prefer to wear today, Miss?" She asks she she begins to walk towards your walk in closet.

"A black dress..." you say as you follow along. "Maybe the one with the longer sleeves."

She nods and then continues to search for the dresses you have that matches your description while you on the other hand looks at yourself in the full length mirror while you undress from your robe.

You stare at your body and see how you thin you are. Not super thin but thinner than what you used to.

It's your own fault. You have been skipping meals when you are stressed and it's not good.

"Miss?" She then lays three dresses on the sofa in the middle, for your choices.

"The middle one." You says.

You then open the drawer for your undies to grab a black lace matching underwear.

"Ahm, Miss...?"

"Yes?"

"Are you going to eat with Master, in the dinning today?"

"Hmm... what did he say?"

"Nothing. He just asked me to stay with you when I told him you are in your bath."

"Did he say if he wants to see me?"

The maid didn't answer.

"I guess not." You scoff as you getting into the dress. "Just bring my food in my study room. I'll eat there while I do some reading."

"Understood." She bows and exists the room.

"I'm not gonna wait for him anymore." You say to yourself while looking onto the mirror. "If he's going to avoid me or ignore me... then... that's what I'll do as well..."

Starring once again at yourself on the mirror, you look at your face and then your eyes goes down to your belly.

"I have to learn to go on with my life... with or without him..." you mumble. "I should start to escape this fantasy... a dream that maybe the 'us' will be something."

Part 3 - Twilight

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vanillaberrychills · 2 months

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Hey hey so could you do f!bunnyreader with long floppy ears x Simon. smut please 🙏🏻

I need him so bad like it isn’t funny .

Anyways here’s a flower 🌹

of courseee thank you for the flower, amor🌹

this request has been in my mind all dayyyyy // gonna make it super long <3

not proof read ‼️ (hybrid post)

— Simon "bunny fuckin'" Riley.

Loved his sweet girl. His darling rabbit hybrid who he received on a reluctant whim. It all started a few weeks ago; pent up frustration from recruits and work finally caught up to him. After a heated and unnecessary argument left to a mission being compromised, Simon knew it was time for something to change.

He requested a month long leave for his mental health, using it he spent a lot of time at home, mostly doing absolutely nothing but rotting and going to the gym. On one of the lazy walks home from the gym he had locked eyes with a certain building.

"Hybrid Adoption Center!!"

Simon had heard of hybrids before, cute fluffy things that required some care and attention; people loved the sweet things. Though, the ones he was used to were the large predator hybrids sent to front lines of battle.

However, as Simon approached closer to the building he saw a particular advertisement of a girl, sweet and thick little thing. Big eyes and a fuzzy little outfit that complimented her long rabbit ears. A bunny girl.

Simon hummed in curiosity; he had heard of rabbit hybrids, usually swooped up by escort places as symbols of sex, so why wasn't this sweet little thing?

"Just a glance." Simon muttered to himself, entering the animal shop. The person at the front desk smile and waved.

"Hey there, can I get ya anything?"

"Yeah, the rabbit hybrid, do you allow for meetings with them, play dates or some'?" Simon was a gruff man that often spoke in a flat tone, so it was no surprise to him that the pet shop assistant shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

He scratched the back of his ear and glanced at a security monitor, it had a view of all the hybrids in their sweet enclosure, though Simon couldn't personally see the one he was looking for. The pet shop assistant chuckled, "Uhmm, she..bites a little bit, that okay?"

Simon nearly laughed, a rabbit biting had him that stressed out? "Not a problem."

After a moment of hesitance the pet shop owner grabbed a set of keys and gestured for Simon to follow. They walked down a long hall of rooms which had little "containers" for each special hybrid. At the very end of the hall way was a particularly interesting room.

Rather than a typical rabbit hutch environment, the room had pretty blankets, an open bag of treats on a table. And a large pillow fort. The pet shop assistant made a tongue clicking sound to call for the rabbit, to no response. "She's..a little shy."

Simon hummed in thought, walking around the area in curiosity, wondering how much money it took to run a place like this. How some hybrids were determined to live in captivity while others were able to support themselves.

All his thoughts were silenced when he crouched down to glance inside the little cushion den. There laid a sweet looking bunny girl who laid on her belly, her hands occupied with feeding herself some treats. Her chubby little cheeks munching on a lettuce leaf, little cheeks wiggling with delight. Until her eyes locked with Simon, growing wide and alert.

Simon could feel the presence of the pet shop assistant behind him, the young lad explaining, "Not a super verbal hybrid, and a bit aggressive. Don't take it personally if she doesn't approach."

With a lazy side glare from Simon, the pet shop assistant took it as a sign to shut the fuck up and leave. So he did, leaving Simon with the wiggling nosed bunny.

You.

You who spent most of your time in your little rabbit nest, finger fucking your own cunt all day to break out of your own heat. Were the most bratty, entitled little rabbit this shelter had had the pleasure of taking in. Any attempts at being bred led to you throwing fits, or attacking the pet shop assistants with bites and hits. For a prey hybrid, you were a mean little thing. Spoilt from getting you way.

You who, upon seeing this strange, brown eyed man with scars across his face and exposed muscled arms, felt a strange thump in your chest. The man before you extending a single hand toward you, your nose wiggling as you softly chuffed at his calloused hand.

Why should a pretty bunny girl touch such a rough hand like his? You would think, turning your head away with another chuffing noise. Simon would see that bratty look in your eyes and rasp out a low chuckle.

"Promise you, lovely, I can fix that little attitude of yours." Simon mostly teased the little rabbit, seeing if she could wiggle close to get a sniff of his fingers. You side eyed him slightly, your big floppy ears swaying and your feet kicking in the air behind you as you considered him.

With another small chuff you wiggled up, revealing the fluffy puffball of a tail that rested above your plump ass. Your face pressed against his fingers, sniffling and prodding his digits with your pink tongue.

Simon chuckled, this little rabbit was definitely a prize trophy for an admittedly shitty shelter like this. "Look at ya. I see your sticky fingers, love, such a lewd rabbit you are."

Your face flushed, the audacity he had to speak to you, but still, you were shy. Having been caught chewing your lettuce after a long fingering session. You slightly shied away from his hand as a response.

Simon tutted slightly, "No, no, darling. I know what you need. You need a good cock to fuck that little brat out of you. Don't ya?"

With a shameful and shy nod he took it as a sign to enter the nest. Barely enough space for him to fit, but based off the little huff of pride you exhaled, you probably wanted some praise for it. Simon reached a hand out, gently trailing his fingers up the back of your thigh, toying with the cheeks of your ass.

"Pretty little nest ya made here, rabbit." Simon rubbed your soft skin, appreciating the occasional stretch mark his fingerprints ridged against. A thick little rabbit you was bound to have some pretty little marks. Simon emitted a soft groan, his free hand gently rubbing your soft little rabbit ears between his finger.

And you? You were being so submissive, readily perking your ass up a bit to give him a better angle. He could see from your sloppy wetness. It was just too easy for Simon to slip in a thick finger and curl it against your favorite spots. Your toes curling immediately as you writhed on your fluffy blankets.

"Mmh, sweet girl, your scents all over the place. Such a naughty thing you are, wanting me to smell your arousal and come into your nest. Should punish ya so you don't do this with anyone else." One finger rammed into your throbbing cunt matched with a little spank to your ass. Simon definitely would work the brat out of you.

And after he would do so, he'd probably take you in as his personal little cock sleeve, perfectly capable of bouncing up and down his cock so you could be properly filled. Much better than you cluelessly ramming your fingers in yourself.

One step at a time though, and that was prepping your cunt for his cock. Easy enough, since you probably spent all day cummin into your blankets and fingers. It was so blatant by how flushed and swollen your flesh was, each little wiggle and part of a finger earned a sincere whine and writhe that made Simon groan.

"Just one more finger and I'll give it to you, m'kay love?" Simon cooed as he rammed two fingers in, he was so ruthless! Speaking to you so sweetly while absolutely bullying your lower end. Sloppy sex noises filling your nest as you panted and whimped. Your vision started blurring as you felt a steaming hot build up, so close to cumming; but with this cruel inconsistent rhythm, you doubted he would allow you.

And you were right. The moment you were about to release, he pulled his sticky fingers out, admiring the glistening liquid that created a slick web between his fingers. Simon chuckled as you huffed and panted, remembering how to breath but etill frustrated at the lack of completion.

"Wouldn't he fair it all I did was reward you." Simon teased lazily, unbuckling and adjusting his pants. Your tilted your head back to catch a glimpse after the sound of a zipper, and fuck were you pleasantly suprised. A fat, meaty cock that already pearled up with precum, begging entrance to your cunt. Promises dripped out from its slit, promises to fill you up and breed you like the little rabbit prey you were. He gently curled your ears against his fingers, teasing you a bit as he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

So hard and swollen your clit was from his thick and meaty fingers. Your hips humped the air a bit, cunt clenching a bit, a little show to encourage him to fuck you. A show Simon couldn't ignore as he pinned you down from behind and absolutely rammed his cock in and out.

Simon was a complete bully to your drooling hole, using it in a way of utter ruin. With they way he slammed and came into you that day, it was no wonder he took you in just to fuck. Your cunt was too ruined for any other handler. Specially shaped just for Simon.

Sweet little rabbit like you. Perfect for him to blow off some steam during his little vacation <3

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plasticferal · 4 months

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I need a Matt or Chris smut where they use toys on the reader and overstimulate her pleaseee🙏🏻🙏🏻

don't be shy | chris sturniolo.

authors note: this is my twist on the idea so i hope it's okay. i never proof read sorry lol. thank you for the request!

warnings: 18+, praise!chris, kinda neutral, use of vibrator, overstimulating, unprotected sex, squirting, explicit language. it's kinda filthy, so if you're not into it, don't read. reader discretion strongly advised.

you hardly ever got your house empty, a rarity and gift especially when you haven't had any alone time with chris recently. the second you messaged him that you have an empty house, are half naked and patiently waiting for him on your bed, you knew he'd find any means possible to get himself to you.

the second he appears at your front door, in a baggy t-shirt, fleece shorts and prominent messy bed hair, he's all over you, a burning appetite to please you, to have you all to himself.

his eyes go wide seeing you in nothing but your bra and underwear when you open the door. he doesn't even speak before his hands find themselves under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. he carries you from the front door, kicking it closed behind him and fixating on your mouth with his own.

chris moans into the kiss, grabbing your ass he makes his way into your bedroom. tossing you on the bed, he shoves his pants down to his waist and you can see his semi-hard cock reacting to the sight of you already, begging to escape from his waistband.

chris crawls over you, tearing his shirt over his head in the process and discarding it on the floor, using his knees to part your legs and he finds himself situated over you. he comfortably hovers in-between your legs, supporting himself up with hands digging into the pillow that your head lays on.

"i missed you so much," his husky voice is deep in your ear, and he kisses under your jawline, neck, lips, nose. every inch of your skin he admires, and missed.

you're panting at the friction chris is making on top of you, grinding into your lace underwear through his boxers. your hair tangles in his hair and his mouth attacks your neck, sucking marks you know you'll have to cover later.

"baby, baby," you tap his shoulder with a shaky breath and point to your bedside table.

he reaches into your drawer to pull out the box of condoms he had left here for the rare occasion you needed it at your house. rummaging around, you hear his hands make contact with something that you know straight away isn’t cardboard.

while he's rummaging with his right hand, his left hands crawls up your shirt, under your bra strap, and squeezes your breast. he moans into your skin as he licks from your neck to behind your ear.

he pulls out the phallic shaped rubber that has a slight hook, and a cord hanging from the end, detaching form your skin, and you're instantly mortified.

your mouth parts open and you watch chris lifts his head. he freezes and his forehead ripples, eyebrows almost touching in the middle with how hard he’s observing the foreign object. he sits up, straddling your legs and sitting back on heels, gripping your vibrator in his hand.

“the fuck is this?” he's viewing it from every angle possible. you feel your face turn hot immediately, covering your mouth and muffling your chuckle.

“chris that’s-” the second you go to explain yourself he presses the dainty little power on button at the bottom, and his eyes go wide, jaw drops and he faces you abruptly.

“oh?” his mouth is still open in shock but the corners turn into a mischievous grin.

"how often do you use it?" his tone is humorous almost, a mix between teasing you and genuine intrigue.

"whenever you're not around," you're hesitant to respond, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

"so you're my competition, huh?" he jokes to the object he's holding, and all you want to do is rip it from his hands. he's having too much fun with your discomfiture. the second you reach up from laying down to remove it, he yanks it back, shaking his head at you.

"no no, sweetheart,"

"put it down, christopher. oh my god," you whine, running your hands over your face and wanting to smother yourself with a pillow.

you can't believe he's being stubborn over your own toy, and you're fearing more that he won't let you live it down. you've never admit him that you use a vibrator, not that you feel you've needed to, but you had no intention of this being how he finds out.

"does it feel good?" he asks, switching it off to focus on your answer. you shrug, not knowing if he truly wants to hear how good it is when you use it.

your answer should be, it's euphoric, and gets you off a little too quick. of course chris gives a different kind of sensation, and it's almost like his cock was made for you. formed perfectly for your cunt. it's all you think about when you get yourself off. but sometimes, an external orgasm is all you need.

"i asked you a question, y/n" he snaps you out of your thoughts.

when you look at chris again, he's still eyeing the toy in his hand. you can almost physically see the gears in his brain turning, and suddenly chris shuffles off the mattress and positions himself at the end of the bed.

"come closer," he waves his hand, signalling for you to scoot the edge.

"what are you doi-" you sit up to look at him, but he shakes his head is dismissal of your words.

"trust me," he interrupts. "i wanna make you feel good." chris is enliven in the way he speaks.

he's adjusting himself in his boxers before turning his full attention onto you. when you finally shuffle down, spread your legs for him and lay back on the mattress, chris plants one of his knees on the edge of your bed to get a better angle.

he rubs his thumb over your clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch that's evident through the white silk, and you know his mouth is watering at the sight. he hooks one of his fingers underneath, feeling his rough hands brush your clit ever so lightly. he toys with you a little, dancing on your skin as he pushes your panties to the side.

you hear the all too familiar and reassuring buzz of your vibrator being switched back on, the lowest setting creating a light hum in the room. chris grabs one of your ankles, using it to part your legs more as he leans over closer to your heat. using his free hand he spreads your folds open with his index and ring finger, giving him full view.

you have an instinct to clamp your legs shut at his slow, tantalizing movements, your thighs tense with anticipation and chris can feel you squirming.

"don't be shy now, princess" he chuckles, caressing his thumb over your sensitive and needy clit again, circling the bead and using your own wetness to ease his movements.

finally, chris brings the toy in between your thighs and lets the tip connect with where his thumb was, replacing it with the vibrating sensation that makes your hips rise off the bed and throw your head back. you grab at chris's wrist, digging your fingers into his skin as you let the shock settle into your body.

"fuck," chris swallows, licking his lips as he watches you in awe. he plants his free hand on your thigh, holding your leg down as your body wriggles under him.

"still, baby," he speaks, getting on his knees so he's eye level with your pussy. chris lifts the vibrator as high as he can while still making contact with your clit, but you feel his finger tease your entrance. his ring finger swirls around in how soaked you are before finally pushing in, and the mix of his finger curling into you and the stimulation on your clit has you grasping for air.

"y'like that, baby? fuck you look so pretty right now," chris admires your body rolling and arching as he moves the vibrator according to where your body goes.

"chris, oh my god," you sound like a pornstar at how high pitched your voice has gone, moaning his name like your life depended on it. you can literally already feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax as you jolt upwards into the toy, softening and intensifying the pressure every time you do.

"louder, baby. i wanna hear you, c'mon" he speaks with ardour.

chris slides a second finger into you, arching them inside and tormenting your walls with deep thrusts, in and out. you're stunned that he's managing to keep track of everything, focusing on all your pressure points at once.

"sh,shit, ugh, that feels so good," you cry on your words, eyes clenching shut and watering, neck straining into the quilt underneath you.

he fucks his fingers into you harder, louder, your own cunt making a puddle underneath you, leaving a grey patch. your pussy is flowing onto his hands at this point and if he wasn't so focused, you know he'd be licking you clean.

you feel his long hair tickle your shin as he leans closer, circling the vibrator in a small, specific circle, hearing the buzzing make a rhythmic tune.

"chris baby, i'm gonna cum, m' gonna cum," you feel yourself build up a tension like you need to pee.

the feeling begging and pushing so hard on your walls when chris' fingers fill you that you're almost worried to release, and tightening up just in case. you've never squirted using the vibrator alone, but chris's thick long fingers hitting your walls has you on the edge.

"f-fuck," you ball the sheets underneath you into your fist, feeling the liquid project from your holes between chris's fingers. chris groans at the sight, opening his mouth and letting you release all over his face. he removes the vibrator, using his hand to splash and rub your cunt so fast and so aggressively, his other hand still thrusting in and out of your cunt. you feel him from every angle, and you're a moaning mess.

"yes, YES, oh fuck," you scream, orgasm hitting it's peak and chris finally diving his mouth into you. he licks up your folds, pulling his fingers out of you to spread you even more, rubbing his face between your thighs and moaning into your cunt, kissing, sucking, swallowing his words between your legs.

"m'god that was so fucking hot," his words are restricted against your pussy, and you squeeze his head between your legs as your body tosses and turns from your high.

you reach down and cradle his head in your palms, curling your fingers into his hair and shake as chris attacks your already exhausted clit with his tongue, plunging deep.

“i can’t chris, i-i can’t” you beg, arching your back, chest to the sky and your core exasperated from the knot it's already let go of.

"you can baby,” he presses down on your stomach, which makes you jolt even more, pinning your ass back onto the mattress. he detaches his mouth and stands up from his spot on the floor, shoving his boxers down to his ankles and stepping out of them.

you're given a window of a break to catch your breath, staring up at him, half dazed and eyes glazed over. his hard cock is dripping with precum, and you admire as he strokes himself a few times, slowly and grasping the full length of his dick. he pushes into his tip, his own breath shuttering at his own touch, biting his bottom lip hard.

you lay in suspense and cricket rub your feet together, feeling sticky and wet between your legs, flushed red and realising neither of you acknowledged how your body had just reacted. when chris saunters over to you again. he spreads your legs for you.

"remember what i said, darling. don't be shy," he grabs the still buzzing toy from where he tossed it on the bed earlier, finding a much more intense, faster, more furious setting. he grins cunningly when the toy shakes violently in his grip. he grabs your hand and makes you take it in your own.

"show me what you got," he charms, lining his cock up with your entrance.

using both of his free hands, he grips either side of your waist, lifting the bottom half of your body up to him. your heels are planted but your ass is elevated, mimicking a bridge pose. his hands dig so deep in your hip bones your skin feels hot beneath his touch.

he inches his cock into your cunt, making you take a sharp breath inward and he pauses, letting you adjust. you clench around his cock and bring the vibrator back to your throbbing pearl, adding the lightest pressure you can. chris pushes your hand down so the vibrator is actually making contact and you let out a yell, a screech almost.

chris fills you, his shaft sliding in with ease as your juices lubricate your walls and he moans, exhaling through his nose at the feeling of you.

he could collapse right then and then, but he pulls back and thrusts into you again, watching your tits bounce in your bra, pulling out, and fucking into you harder. his hips drive back and ram forward again, a consistent motion that takes full control of your body. you're still in disarray, your mouth feeling dry at the way your mouth is hung open, panting and breathing irregular.

"you take me so fucking well," chris growls, digging as far as he possibly can into you, rolling his hips so you feel his cock in every inch.

"chris, it's too much," a tear falls, and you pull the vibrator away again to focus on one thing.

the pleasure and craving you've have for him inside of you makes you feel safe, and the way chris's face is lightly beading with sweat, his hair frizzing and jaw tense with focus, makes your body ache.

"you want me to stop, princess?" he slows his thrusts, and instinctively you shake your head no. he lets out a 'that's what i thought' scoff.

your hands hand grab at air, aiming for his waist to pull him back in, the friction cutting off making your stomach flutter. he listens to your queue, asserting back into your cunt.

"mgh, shit, chris," you whine, drilling into your clit with the toy. it's hammering into your cunt and your eye's are puffy and red trying not to let your overwhelming feelings of escalate.

"you're doing so good, baby. so fucking good for me," he bites, hands moving down to your thighs to get a better grip. he slaps into your skin aggressively and his breathing jumps, little moans escaping with each push.

"please, please, fuck'ng shit, fuck this" you choke on your partial words, needing so desperately to throw the vibrator to the side, the sensation becoming a burn and stinging your skin.

chris fucks into you fast, and you're shaking the mattress. you toss the toy to the side, hearing it switch off immediately. you bring your fingers to your clit and wave into yourself with a gentle, more delicate touch.

"i need to finish so bad, please, please," you beg.

"fuck, holy fuck," he pants, his stomach tensing, muscles in his arms becoming more prominent and veins visible.

"me too, baby. can't hold on," chris says, pulling out the second his body arches and twitches.

he purses his lips hard, dick pulling out and the sudden feeling of his cum, warm and thick, string onto your exposed stomach. chris jerks himself to completion, whining in his throat. releasing his pent up tension, it's a mess on your skin. your own climax washes over you at your own touch and you're caterwauling loudly.

chris takes a moment to collapse onto your legs, half on the mattress half off with the lower half of his body. you give a light laugh, brushing hair from his eyes as his face lays next to your hip. he looks up at you through hooded eyes, a tired look on his face. you grab whatever fabric you can find around you and wipe your stomach sloppily, not really caring about the mess.

"do you have any other toys we can try?" his unsteady voice asks.

you wish you could react with a lot more energy, but your body will barely allow you to move. you roll your eyes, giving a listless laugh.

at this point, you're not embarrassed, don't feel like shying away. chris never needs to prove he can make you feel good, but will try to one up himself every time. you can only imagine how he'd act when you show you him what else you have hiding.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader

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littlemoondarlingarts · 26 days

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Did an artstyle study of the gorgeous art of @iliothermia and I genuinely learned alot so I'm very thankful that he gave me permission to do this 🙏🏻🙏🏻

As usual, rambles and process pics under the cut, be warned that I talk alot because this drawing was a true labor of love both for his art and Rouge

I wanted to use elements from his art but at the same time i know how deeply personal his art is to his own life and struggles and culture so i tried to be as respectful as possible (and if I failed at that please tell me I have no problem in deleting this) and tried to minimize my use of direct elements from his art to keep it to the skull which was heavily inspired by a drawing he has done, the waves which are such a beautiful staple of his art that I just couldn't not put it and the use of candles and small floral patterns and the style of the mold, but I tried to keep the rest to things that are symbolic to the character.

While he may have restraint to not explain everything, I'm not famous for that lol, so I will be explaining the symbolism behind my choices.

Part 1: the symbolism:

The red rose is Rouge's flower and it is heavily associated with him. The meaning of it being romantic desire and passion mixed with the thorns of it perfectly sum up his position as a beautiful black widow.

Voyeurism is a big part of this drawing and it is first noticed with the eyes motif on the roses' leaves, this symbolises his response to his trauma which left him feeling like an unwanted pervert on his own self. I can talk about this aspect of his story for hours but I'll spare you lol.

The X-ray cutouts are his complicated relationship with his own body and death, it is a thing that is constantly on his mind as he suffers from suicidal thoughts but at the same time he is always running away from it in fear, but he knows that eventually, he will have to stop running.

The candles melting represent him being only wanted when he is useful, when he is giving parts of himself up for others to use and abuse, when he is lighting their lives by slowly draining his own.

The piano is one of the rare things that bring him happiness and peace, but he needs to be heavily dissociated to be able to enjoy it which is represented by the hands being disconnected from the rest of the drawing and just floating in their own reality.

The snake represents two things, one is him being venomous to those around him, the mistakes he's made, the promises he's broken, the pain he's caused etc. But it also represents those who slowly wrap themselves around him in a warm embrace, presenting themselves as a saviour in his most dire times only to end up being the ones who will hurt him the most.

The book is about his obsession with keeping track of everything and of studying people, accidentally turning himself into an unwanted voyeur on their lives to the point where he has written the life stories of many people who would never want to be remembered through his eyes in his little books.

The butterflies are him, both in the way they are seen as "the good insects" and the beautiful delicate ones despite the fact that they eat flesh sometimes, it is also related to the way his simple presence for a few minutes in someone's life can create a whirlwind of change that will leave it unrecognizable, or he can simply be another body in their bed.

The hair turning into waves is meant to reflect the way he is always drowning in his own thoughts, a hand crafted constant state of misery.

The beta fish are some of the most beautiful and colourful fish out there, yet they are seen as cheap and easy first pets, leading to them being neglected and given environments that are too small and crammed, making their beautifully slow death the only thing they can offer to their owner. I don't think I need to explain more..

The skull is probably someone he's loved, or someone he's killed, or both.

The heart is his, it is rotten and covered in mold, any love he offers is tainted by his inability to heal and it is spreading to infect every aspect of his life.

Part 2: the inspirations:

The roses are a homage to the way Rachamim always places flowers in his art, either in the background or as a focal point of the illustration, most of the flowers he uses are cultural in nature, so I opted to not reuse any of them and changed it to a flower related to my oc.

Eyes are a repeated theme in his art, whether it be angel eyes, the evil eye or anything else, and as you can tell both of these are cultural and religious and while the evil eye exists in my culture, it does not in my oc's so I didn't use it. Instead I opted to pay homage to one of his beautiful merman drawings in which he used the plants to make an eye-like shape that stares at the viewer.

I thought I was being real smart in turning the hair into waves but yesterday I saw an illustration where he did the same so rip to me thinking i was being original lol.

The snake and butterflies are my way of replicating his use of animals while trying to not directly copy any animals that have a connection to himself or his culture/religion.

The beta fish is just to reference the ever present fishies in his art. I know he uses them because they represent friendship for him and they are the only animals safe from the evil eye (thanks for the fun fact) so I uh... I don't really know if this was disrespectful or not to be honest but I tried to use a different type of fish, idk this might still be slightly problematic and again I'm always ready to delete this if it makes anyone uncomfortable.

The waves are a direct copy of how he draws the gorgeous waves in his art, another case of something I fear may be crossing the line because the waves are drawn in the style of cultural jewelry 😭

The tiny flowers are an obvious reference to his own tiny flowers that decorate his art and characters.

The skull with the candles is heavily inspired by a specific drawing of his.

The cutouts are my way of paying my respects to my absolute favourite piece of art he's done without directly copying its concept because as far as I can tell, it is a very personal and emotional piece.

The mold style is a reference to his mold man (I forgot his name I'm sorry).

And the candles are another repeated motif in his art as well as the pillars and the pant style.

And ouf I sure do talk alot don't I? I just really love the amount of things I was able to cram into this piece and I haven't even mentioned everything😭😭 I will NOT be doing this again because I'm simply not as patient as he is and as proud as I am of the result, this was torture. I hope I didn't disrespect him, his art or his culture and I genuinely tried my best to be as respectful as possible but I might have some blind spots due to our experiences being so vastly different so again, please don't hesitate to inform me if you want this deleted!

#my art #art #artists on tumblr #oc #my oc #rouge #original characters #oc artist #oc artwork #oc art #lineart illustration #artsyle study #art style study #art study #idk how to tag this #anyway #hii #ty for reading #i hope you like it

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deliciousangelfestival · 1 month

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Past Connections || B.Barnes

Summary: Just a simple story where CEO Bucky meets his ex-girlfriend.

Character: CEO Bucky x ex-girlfriend!Reader

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A/N: I'm sorry if it's not good. I have writer's block again. Or perhaps it's because I'm too tired after coming back from my hometown.

Please leave a comment or reblog to motivate me again. 🥺🙏🏻

As Bucky sat inside the office room, his attention was laser-focused on the document in front of him. No one dared to disturb Bucky's concentration until the intrusive ringing of his phone shattered the silence of the room.

Bucky's phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID, recognizing it as Steve's number. "Hey, Steve," he answered, his tone already conveying his readiness to help.

"Hey, Bucky, sorry to bother you, but I need a huge favor," Steve's voice sounded strained over the line.

"No problem, what's up?" Bucky replied, concern creeping into his voice.

"It's Peggy. She went into labor earlier than expected, and I'm stuck at the hospital with her. Can you pick up Mark from school for me?" Steve explained quickly, his words punctuated by background hospital noises.

Bucky's instinct to help his friend kicked in immediately. "Of course, Steve, don't worry about it. I'll head over to the school right now," he reassured him, already mentally rearranging his schedule.

But just as he was about to end the call, Steve's voice hurriedly added, "Oh, and one more thing, Bucky. Mark got into a bit of trouble at school. His homeroom teacher wants to meet with his guardian or parents."

Bucky's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the additional information. "Trouble? What happened?" he inquired, concern lacing his tone.

Steve sighed heavily on the other end of the line. "It's nothing serious, just a small incident in class. But the teacher insists on speaking with someone responsible," he explained, his words slightly muffled by the background hospital noises.

Bucky nodded, already mentally preparing himself for the unexpected turn of events. "Got it. I'll take care of Mark and meet with his teacher," he assured Steve, determination firm in his voice.

He ended the call and gathered his things to head out, Bucky couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble his nephew had gotten himself into this time.

As Bucky found himself navigating the chaotic world of elementary school pickups, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

Elementary school was the last place he ever thought he'd find himself, especially after pulling consecutive all-nighters at the office. With dark circles under his eyes and a caffeine-induced jitteriness that threatened to rival a squirrel on espresso, Bucky wondered if he'd accidentally stumbled into a parallel universe.

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As Bucky stepped into Mark's classroom, he heard a gentle female voice emanating from the front of the room. The sound was oddly familiar, tugging at his memories.

His heart skipped a beat when he realized the source of the voice – it was you, Mark's teacher, and his former girlfriend.

You looked up from your desk, your eyes widening in surprise as you recognized Bucky standing in the doorway. "Bucky?" you exclaimed, momentarily taken aback by his unexpected appearance.

Bucky's expression softened as he met your gaze. "Hey," he greeted, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face. "It's been a while."

You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, it has," you agreed, motioning for him to come closer. "Come on in. Take a seat."

As Bucky made his way to an empty desk, you couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia at the sight of him. "So, um, what brings you here?" you asked, trying to break the awkward tension that hung in the air.

Bucky shifted in his seat, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "Steve asked me to pick up Mark," he explained, glancing over at the young boy who was engrossed in his coloring book.

You nodded understandingly. "Ah, I see. Well, it's good to see you," you said sincerely, reaching out to shake his hand. "I'm glad you stopped by."

Bucky returned the handshake, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, me too," he admitted, feeling a sense of warmth wash over him in your presence.

Bucky cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "So, uh, Mark is in trouble?" he asked. Not forgettingthe reason why he came here.

"You know," you began, correcting Bucky gently, "there was an incident, but it wasn't caused by Mark. It was the other kid." Your gaze shifted to Mark, who seemed to shrink under your scrutiny, a tinge of guilt evident in his expression. "Mark helped his classmates, but in a unique way."

Bucky felt a flutter in his chest as he caught sight of your smile, a familiar warmth washing over him at the sight of you. "What happened, Mark?" he prompted, turning his attention to the young boy.

Mark let out a huff, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "These kids who are taller than my classmate Candy, they were bullying her. Making fun of her missing tooth. It wasn't nice," he explained, his voice tinged with indignation. "So, I..." he trailed off, a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"Go on," Bucky encouraged gently, sensing the weight of the situation.

Mark squared his shoulders, his gaze meeting Bucky's. "I pushed down the bookshelf to the ground," he admitted, his words hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. "It made everyone shocked. I didn't want to fight them because it would make things worse. If I fought them, they might lose their front teeth like Candy too." Mark's voice wavered slightly as he recounted the events.

Bucky nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him. "Good job, Mark," he praised, offering the boy a reassuring smile.

You watched the exchange between Bucky and Mark, a mixture of curiosity and admiration flickering in your eyes.

Bucky gently ruffled Mark's hair, a fond smile gracing his lips. "You're not wrong, kiddo," he replied warmly. "I'll make sure to tell your dad the whole story."

Mark's expression softened with relief. "Thank you, Uncle Bucky," he said gratefully, his eyes shining with genuine appreciation.

Bucky nodded, giving Mark's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before turning to you. "Wait in my car, Mark. I want to have a private chat with your teacher," he instructed, his tone firm yet gentle.

As Mark obediently made his way out of the classroom, Bucky turned back to you, a serious expression replacing his previous warmth. "I need to talk to you about Mark," he began, his voice low and earnest. "It seems like he's been through some changes since I last saw him, and I want to make sure he's on the right path."

You nodded, your own concern mirrored in your eyes. "Of course, Bucky. Let's talk," you agreed, gesturing for him to take a seat at one of the desks.

Bucky leaned forward slightly, his brow furrowed with concern. "Mark's father admitted to me that he hasn't been giving enough attention to Mark since his mother got pregnant with their second child," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm worried about how it's been affecting him."

You shook your head sympathetically, a frown creasing your forehead. "That's tough," you sighed, your heart going out to the young boy. "But from what I've seen, Mark is a good kid. In fact, he's been telling everyone how excited he is to meet his baby sister."

A sense of relief washed over Bucky at your words, a weight lifting off his shoulders. "Really?" he asked, a hint of surprise coloring his voice.

You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, he's been talking about her non-stop. It's clear that he cares about his family," you assured him, your tone softening with empathy.

Bucky's expression softened as he absorbed your reassurance, a sense of gratitude filling him. "Thanks for letting me know," he said sincerely, feeling a renewed sense of hope for Mark's well-being.

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Bucky leaned back in his seat, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "By the way, how have you been doing?" he asked, his voice softening as he searched your eyes for a glimpse of the life you'd been leading since their breakup.

You met his gaze, a hint of nostalgia flickering in your eyes. "I've been keeping busy," you replied, a wistful smile touching your lips. "After we went our separate ways, I decided to travel the world and teach wherever I could."

Bucky nodded, a sense of admiration mingling with the lingering affection he felt for you. "That sounds amazing," he remarked, genuine interest coloring his tone. "Meanwhile, I've been knee-deep in the world of IT, trying to keep up with the latest tech trends."

You nodded sympathetically, understanding the demands of his career. "Sounds like a handful," you commented, a note of empathy in your tone. "But knowing you, I'm sure you're killing it."

Your gaze couldn't help but linger on the pronounced bags under his eyes, a stark reminder of his relentless dedication to work. You remembered all too well how his workaholic tendencies had driven a wedge between the two of you, one of the reasons for your breakup.

Unable to ignore the concern gnawing at your heart, you gently reached out to Bucky, your voice soft with worry. "Bucky, you really need to get some sleep," you urged, your eyes reflecting genuine concern for his well-being.

Bucky let out a tired chuckle, his exhaustion evident in the lines etched on his face. "You're one of the closest people who could give me an order," he admitted with a weary smile, acknowledging the bond that still lingered between them despite the passage of time.

You watched him with a mixture of fondness and concern, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the man sitting before you.

As Bucky lingered in the classroom, enjoying the easy banter with you, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he should probably head back to the car where Mark was waiting.

With a reluctant sigh, he finally stood up from his seat, a small smile lingering on his lips. "Well, it's been great catching up with you," he said, his tone tinged with regret as he prepared to say goodbye.

You returned his smile, a hint of mischief glinting in your eyes. "Likewise. Don't be a stranger," you replied, a playful glimmer in your voice.

As Bucky made his way out of the classroom and back to the car, he found Mark waiting with his arms crossed, a knowing look on his face. "You like my teacher?" the young boy quipped, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Mark shrugged, his expression innocent. "Dad said whenever a woman gets near you, you'll walk away. But you stayed a while with my teacher," he pointed out, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at Mark's observation, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately. "Just call me whenever you get into trouble, okay?" he said, trying to steer the conversation away from his own embarrassment.

Mark narrowed his eyes, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Uncle Bucky, you're using me to meet my teacher," he teased, enjoying the upper hand in the situation.

Bucky chuckled, unable to deny Mark's astute observation. "Hmm, maybe just a little," he conceded, shooting Mark a knowing look.

"I won't be a troublemaker anymore. I'm a good kid. I want to be the best big brother to my sister," Mark declared proudly, his determination shining through.

Bucky nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him at Mark's sincerity. "I know you are, kiddo," he replied, feeling a surge of affection for the young boy.

Since that day, Bucky offered himself to pick up Mark after school as an excuse to meet you again.

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janitorhutcherson · 5 months

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I love your writing, please please give the world Mike comforting his partner on their period 🙏🏻 that man would be so compassionate but also confused and asking tons of questions so he can explain it to Abby when she’s older

okay so, i'm about to start my period. i can sense it, i'm cramping, i'm going insane, so here is some mike fluff!! i need this, y'all need this, we all need this rn. this isn't great, last min as always :p i promise one day i'll give yall something more quality lol. also am sorry if this isn't exactly what u were lookin' for!! i hope u enjoy :P

word count: 1,298

warnings: mentions of blood (period), swearing

summary: mike takes care of you while you're on your period. completely unaware to how it all works, he does the best he can, trying to educate himself in the process.

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You were in pain. That was one thing you knew for sure. For the past two days, your insides had felt like Satan himself was ripping them out, tearing each part of your uterus into tiny, itty bitty pieces, perhaps even doing a little happy dance on them. As your body was stretched out on the couch, your hand gripping your abdomen, you felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. You'd called off work, waking up feeling worse than you had during that time of the month in a while. You couldn't picture yourself doing much of anything but laying on the couch in the living room of your boyfriend, Mike, and his little sister, Abby, who was much like your own. You'd slept over the night before, opting to stay there as you felt much more comfortable.

Once a month, you became queen bitch, completely insufferable to be around. You were grumpy, sick, nauseous, and aching. You couldn't help it. Your cramps were always amplified more than the average person. Your pain tolerance seemed to get weaker when the time came. With that being said, everyone around you had to suffer the consequences. You and Mike had only been together a few months. Every month, he'd get a little bit better about handling it. The first month, he was slightly standoffish, not sure if his assistance would make things worse or if it would help you. He'd offer you pain medicine, get you water when you needed it, and fetch the heating pad when you cried out in pain. He was always sympathetic, helpless in his inability to make your pain disappear. Mike loved you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to ache the way that you did.

In the following two months, he'd gotten more adventurous, even offering to go out and buy your preferred pads and tampons. Even though he brought back the wrong thing the first time (he brought back the preteen pads, which would not be helpful to your heavy flow), he was sure to correct it the next. With his learning curve coming to an end, Mike was much better with his assistance. Right as your eyes began to flutter closed, the front door to Mike's door flung open, an exhausted Mike walking through, his hair messy and his skin somewhat pale due to his lack of sleep. Although he was working normal human hours now after getting a regular job, the adjustment period was difficult. He somehow felt even more sleep-deprived than before. You slowly sat up, a confused look on your face as you glanced over at the time. It was only noon, which didn't make sense. Mike typically wouldn't be home until around 5:30pm.

"Mike?" you questioned, your voice laced with pain as your head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, baby?" he questioned back, placing three plastic bags from the store onto the coffee table in front of you. He sat beside you on the couch, moving your legs to lay across his lap. He tenderly reached his hand across you, his warm palm slipping under your shirt to touch your aching stomach. He rubbed slow and gentle circles on the tender area, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as it somewhat relieved the pain. "You feelin' any better?" he spoke softly, his tone dripping with sympathy and worry.

"Why are you home? What's in the bags?" You were confused. You didn't mean to sound like a bitch, but the pain was making you somewhat delirious, and the thought of him simply coming home early just didn't occur to you. He chuckled, shaking his head as he playfully rolled his eyes.

"Can you not just let me take care of you for once?" he grumbled, grabbing the plastic bags from the table and placing them gently into your laps. In the first bag, he pulled out a brand new pain reliever bottle and miniature heating pads. They were wireless and single-use. You could stick them into your pants and wear them around wherever you needed. He also pulled out a new bubble bath, lavender scented, that claimed to have infused pain-relieving essential oils. The next bag contained your favorite kind of chocolate, some other kinds of candy, and a little stuffed bear. The bear wasn't any bear, but one that could be heated up and again used as a heating pad. Inside of the same bag, he also pulled out a brand new box of the right kind of tampons and a bouquet of flowers. The last bag contained burgers and fries from your favorite fast-food place, something yummy to get into your aching system.

You watched in awe as he pulled out each item, a sheepish but proud grin spread across his face as he did so. He was proud of himself, mostly because he felt useful, he felt like for once he was the one taking care of you. Mike typically felt like a burden, like he wasn't worth caring for, regardless of how much you attempted to convince him otherwise. Times like these were important to him, times when he could make you feel safe, secure, loved.

"I, uh, heard you this morning. I realized you were in a lot of pain, wanted to do something nice. I took the day off of work, thought I'd surprise you with some stuff to make you feel good. Got us some lunch too, thought maybe we could go lay down in the bed and watch movies, eat some junk together? I'll take real good care of you," he said, scratching at the back of his neck with a hopeful grin. You looked back at him with your own wide grin, the churning cramps in your stomach not subsiding but instead simply not your main focus at the moment. You nodded your head, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

You helped him carry the brand-new goods and the food to the bedroom. You plopped down onto the bed as Mike leaned over you, gently kissing your head. He tucked you into the blankets, ensuring you were nice and warm. He closed the curtains tightly, all too aware of the vision-blurring headaches you got on your period. He put up one finger to signal he'd be right back. Once he returned, he had a glass of water and heated up your brand-new heating pad bear. He placed your wired heating pad onto the small of your back, pressing two kisses to your forehead again. He then insisted you lift your head, helping you to swallow the pills. After, Mike cuddled up next to you in bed.

The two of you watched random movies and TV shows for the rest of the day, his hand seldom leaving your stomach. He constantly had you wrapped up near him. He kept you medicated and fed, refusing to leave your side. Mike was content. Even though you were a bitch during this time, you were appreciative. He loved you and it was clear, he'd do anything to take care of you.

While deep into the show you were watching, you felt a pair of eyes staring into the side of your head. You lifted your head, looking over to Mike with a cocked eyebrow. "Yes..?" you questioned, staring at his somewhat nervous expression.

"Um, do you think, you could maybe explain periods to me? Y'know, all of it, the bloody stuff, the moody stuff.. I just.. wanna be prepared for Abby," he asked sheepishly. A chuckle left your lips as you shook your head.

"Of course, Mikey. I can explain it to you," you hummed, pressing a kiss to his lips before you went into detail, explaining female anatomy to your 25-year-old boyfriend.

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monkiesimp · 9 months

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Hi! Are requests still open? If so what do u think about a head-canon about Wukong and Macaque reactions to their ears and tails being touched by their fem s/o? Please? 🙏🏻

Sorry for the wait

MACAQUE:

• Usually when you would try to touch his tail, Macaque would always just sway it out of your reach.

• You don't try much after that, you can tell it's sensitive.

• So you really gave up on touching his tail after that, but, while he was sleeping you got a bit curious...

• What if you touched his ears instead?

• His name was Six Eared Macaque, but did he really have six ears? He really didn't seem like he had any.

• Either way, you start caressing his ears and just petting them, Macaque shifts in his sleep and grumbles for a moment, then the most unexpected thing happens.

• He purrs.

• HE CAN PURR!?

• You were completely baffled, you never knew he could purr. Why would he hide it? It's adorable... He hides too many things about himself.

• You continue caressing and petting his ears, his purrs would continue and Macaque would release a long sigh, letting out a grunt.

• Then... He woke up. Oh. You were fucked...

• You tried your best to explain yourself, stumbling over your words, but your words caught in your throat when Macaque grabbed your hand and placed it back to his ears, leaning closer to you.

• This surprised you even more, Macaque averted his gaze and he seemed a bit embarrassed. He wanted you to touch his ears?

• Well, you did. You brought both of your hands back to his ears, rubbing them. Macaque released another purr, leaning into your touch until he faded off to sleep again.

• After that, he'd always let you touch his ears if you wanted to when you two were alone, hanging out. He would even unglamour his ears, it appears he did in fact have six ears. And he seemed to enjoy the patting more when the ears were unglamoured.

• He'd sometimes give you empty threaths like, "If you tell anyone about this you'll be in serious trouble", clearly he trusted you wouldn't tell anyone about this but if you did, his empty threaths might not be so empty anymore.

• Trying to get him to unglamour his ears and let you pet it was hard at first, because, for one, he's been hurt before by someone he trusted dearly so you weren't off the hook either. He was a little afraid of letting his guard down, and you could tell by the way his body tensed when you touched him.

• But after a while, he grew more comfortable and started genuinely enjoying all the physical touch he could recieve.

SUN WUKONG:

• You two were cuddling after training because you swear to Buddha, this idiot can't go a day without hugging you.

• You were on his cloud and began to think, you mostly patted him everywhere, his head, chin, neck, shoulder, but there was one place you were curious about as to how'd he react.

• And that was definitely his tail.

• You placed your hand at his tail, trailing your finger from the base to the very tip of it which surprised Wukong, sending a shudder down his spine.

• But he didn't seem to mind too much, he put his tail on your lap to play with.

• Even if his tail was slick and thin, it was still very nice and fluffy, very cute too.

• His head would be buried in your shoulder, he would sometimes accidentally wag his tail while you petted it, he had to keep it still for you.

• He definitely enjoyed tail patting a lot.

• His tail doesn't really drive a reaction out of him much, it's the same like petting his head or caressing his cheek.

• Unless you hit a sensitive places on his tail which he seemed to have, those would make him shudder and melt, possibly drive more reactions out of him but you avoided those places.

• He wouldn't have much of a reaction on you caressing his tail and if you wanted to do it in the future, sure, he'd let you.

• You're definitely going to catch him off guard in training by hitting a sensitive spot in his tail to win though, it would be funny, and who said you'd play by the rules? He never followed the rules either.

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brooooswriting · 29 days

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Please I need a part two for oh I know!!!! 🙏🏻🙏🏻🩷

Oh I know pt. 2

Part 1

It had been some weeks since your discussion with Leighton and she kept being supportive and encouraging about every decision you made. It got to the point where you felt bad about not being out, especially since you’d love to show her off. You felt the worst when it was her birthday coming up.

“So, my parents and my brother are coming down for my birthday and we are going out to eat. Do you want to join?” She questioned as she typed on her phone. You were chilling in the spare apartment your parents had near campus, and you often went there when your roommates were too much.

“Are the others also going to be there?” You didn’t wanna make it too obvious but you already knew that the blonde figured out why you asked.

“No, but that doesn’t have to mean anything” she tried to convince you.

“Cause you’re someone who brings here friends to her family?” She sighed, knowing that you were right and she dropped the topic after inviting you to go to the theta party after she’s done with her parents. You said you’d try to come and dropped the topic too.

At least you tried, but the whole night, you could only think about how sad she looked even though she tried to hide it. She's been the best girlfriend one could be, and the fact that you couldn't celebrate her birthday with her because you were scared actually made you mad at yourself.

Coming out to your parents/family still scares the living shit out of you but if Leighton's family accepted her, they'd surely accept you too. Plus, coming out to your friends and her family didn't mean that you had to come out to yours too. After a lot of contemplating you finally made up your plan.

“So, where are you guys going for your birthday tomorrow?” you asked as the blonde laid in your arms, a movie playing on the small TV you had in your apartment.

“Oh, the fancy place down the street. It's my dad's favorite lunch place and I'm fine with whatever” Her hesitation was obvious but you decided to ignore it as you were too scared to reveal anything of your plan.

“That's nice. What are you going to wear?” a happy squeal left her mouth and she picked up her phone to show you pictures of her outfit, explaining each detail while your hand rubbed over her waist.

Later that night you walked Leighton home. “Good night baby” You checked your surroundings before you pressed a couple of soft kisses to her lips, trying not to let her notice your nerves building up. “Good night” she pressed a last kiss to your check before disappearing.

At midnight, you texted her happy birthday, how much she meant to you, how much you appreciated her, and that you couldn't wait to see her. She obviously didn't answer until the following day. You shot her a quick answer before getting ready, needing much more time as your nerves went wild. You wore a nice suit with nothing really underneath, styling your hair neatly and doing some natural make-up. Leighton's present was wrapped up and sat on the kitchen counter, your keys and everything else you needed next to it. Nervously shaking you sat on the counter before the clock stroke 2:45 meaning that you had to leave now.

You parked your car at the edge of the campus and walked to the blonde's dorm. Leighton was known for being quite punctual so you didn't knock, instead just standing in front of the door, her present and some roses in hand. You didn't have to wait long as the door opened and revealed your beautiful girlfriend in the doorway, her back turned to you as she still talked to her roommates. “Alright, I'll see you guys later,” she said before turning around, nearly running into your arms. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” she questioned as she looked you up and down.

“I wanted to be your date to your birthday dinner,” you said and shot her a smile. “Happy birthday my love” you added, holding the flowers toward her.

She grabbed the flowers with a confused look before looking back at you. “But I thought you said no?” she played with the leaves of the flowers and leaned against the doorway, unsure of what to think.

“I did…but you're way too awesome to hide and I want to be able to go out with you and give you the life you deserve. I'm not scared of coming out if it means being able to be with you in public. I am in love with you and I want people to know” you explained with a sheepish smile.

Leighton smiled at you and hugged you, “I'm in love with you too.” She pulled back to kiss you passionately. Your hands immediately went to her waist as you reciprocated the kiss. The two of you only pulled back when you heard some awws coming from behind the blonde. Her roommates were standing in the common room of their dorm, staring at you with big smiles. Leighton grumbled and pulled the door shut before pulling you along as you had to get going. “Are you sure about this? I don't want you to regret this”

You chuckled and pulled her into you as you two walked to your car. “I am 100% sure about this. There is nobody I'd rather be out with than you.” The youngest Murray smiled up at you and left the topic alone. You opened the car door for her, acting as if you didn't see everybody on campus staring at you, then closed it before getting in yourself. Your hand placed itself on her thigh while she answered some of her happy birthday texts, a comfortable silence taking over the car. Your nerves got worse with each mile you drove but every time you looked at the girl next to you, you calmed down again. She was definitely worth it.

When you pulled up you already saw the Murrays standing in front of their Range Rover. You parked behind it and gave Leighton a nod before getting out and opening the door for her, holding your hand out to help her get out. “You gonna be fine” she whispered to you as you closed the door and walked up to her family after giving your keys to the valet parking.

“Hello, my name is y/n y/l/n. I am Leighton’s… girlfriend. It's a pleasure to meet you” you said to her parents, shaking each of their hands before settling back to your spot between the siblings. Some anxiety lifted off of you when they smiled at you.

“Well, it's great to meet you y/n. I'm Henry and this is my wife Mimi. Should we go in?” they were extremely nice to you and started to walk in when you two gave them a nod. You were walking behind the rest, your hands intertwined and a big smile on your faces.

The dinner went amazing, her parents were so nice and accepting that your heart ached at the thought of your family never being like this. But when Leighton giggled at some comment Nico made and her parents countered, you couldn't think about anything else but the beauty of this moment.

When dinner was done, and your discussion with Henry over who would pay was over, you walked outside to retrieve your cars. The sun was nearly setting by now and the family still had to drive some hours to get home. “It was really great meeting you y/n. And remember you're invited to the family meeting next month” Mimi said as she hugged you goodbye.

“It was really nice to have you here” Henry said and went to shake your hand, “but don't you dare hurt her” he whispered, still too loud as Leighton groaned behind you.

“I won't sir, I can promise you that” you answered and moved on to say goodbye to her brother when he nodded at you.

Not long after you sat in your car again, your hand placed in hers as you drove back to the campus. “They love you” she happily grinned at you as you drove. “Thank you, for doing this. I know how scared you were” she added.

“This was the greatest thing that I could have done. Thank you for your patience and support baby” you countered as you parked the car and pressed a kiss to her lips. “So, changing and then to the theta party?” she gave you a happy nod and jumped out of the car.

That night you danced together on the dance floor, made out right next to it and went home together with everybody knowing that you were each others. You were happier than every, even though you knee that it was only a small amount of time until your parents would figure it out. But that was a problem for another night.

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nkviha · 6 months

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i can't explain about how much domestic gf energy she's giving in these pics BE MY GF LEAH PLEASE IM ON MY KNEES 😔🙏🏻❤

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bby-deerling · 5 months

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Hello! Hope you’re doing good!

I have two request if it’s no problem with you (please please please write both only if you can 🙏🏻)

One is a Sanji x reader where in pre time skip reader would flirting with Sanji, everybody on the crew notices (even Zoro and Lucy) but Sanji never does (in this house we love oblivious Sanji) and it’s until the post time skip where everyone is together again where reader is like “I used to have a big crush on you, like flirted with you everyday type of crush” and Sanji being like “that’s not true” and the crew is like “nope, reader always flirted, you’re just oblivious” (and finish whoever you want, can be funny platonic or actually end up together)

And request two: Zoro x Reader where reader is a runaway prince/princess (who is with the strawhats because they wanted to sail and live adventures) and when some guards found them they took reader to their kingdom so reader marries someone else (basically Whole Cake arc but instead of Sanji is reader) and Zoro realizes his feelings for reader when the strawhats plans to rescue reader and go save them

If you only want to write one it’s okay! Choose you’re favorite one! This are some ideas I had on the weekend. Thanks for writing and sharing fics, all are damn good!

Have a nice day!

hello sweet anon! thank you so much for the requests! i may revisit that zoro request later, but the sanji one is really speaking to me right now!

dense (sanji x gn!reader fluff)

wc: 469 masterlist

“You know,” Brook says, sipping on his cup of tea, “out of everyone I expected Sanji to end up in an arranged marriage with against his will, I would have thought it would be you! YO-HO-HO-HO!”

Blood rushes to your cheeks as the rest of the crew, save for the cook, erupts into laughter, embarrassed at the skeleton bringing up your blatant and unrequited crush on Sanji. After two years apart, you had finally been able to come to terms that your feelings weren’t returned, and had toned down your shameless flirting. You don’t normally mind when your crewmates tease you for the way you used to throw yourself at the cook, after all it was equal parts funny and embarrassing, as long as the jokes weren’t made in front of him.

“What do you mean?” Sanji asks, sleeves rolled up as he washes dishes at the sink.

“How noble of you to protect their dignity.” the skeleton muses, leaning back in his chair. Sanji simply looks puzzled, seemingly feigning surprise as to what he was talking about.

“Come on Sanji, you’re making it worse by acting like you don’t know!” Nami scolds, squeezing your shoulder in sympathy as she notices your eyes are fixed on the floor.

“I apologize, Nami, I’m really at loss—” he starts, only to be interrupted by Luffy.

“There’s no way you don’t know that they were in love with you! Even I knew that!” he exclaims. “Also, is there any meat—”

“They’re what?” Sanji spits out, jaw hanging on the floor.

“Is that what the tension was about?” Jinbe asks, and Brook nods in response.

The cook’s eyes are fixed on you, scrutinizing every aspect of your face in hopes that this was all a bit and that he truly wasn’t so clueless as to miss any sign of your affections for him.

“Don’t look so surprised, Sanji. I practically threw myself at you for months.” you say, unwilling to meet his stare.

“Seriously, Sanji, they flirted with you every single day and you never reciprocated! It was pathetic to watch!” Nami explains, making you flush even more red.

The cook redirects his attention to the sink, staring into the cool metal and focusing on the feeling of smoke filling his lungs. Was he really that oblivious? “Excuse me…” he mumbles, abandoning the rest of the dishes to slink out of the kitchen.

Luffy, Brook, and Nami explode into laughter as the door shuts and your face burns red.

“You gonna go after him?” Nami asks you with a sly smile after she catches her breath. You shake your head, trying to keep some semblance of your pride intact.

"I’ve waited long enough, he can come to me.” you say, arms crossed but secretly pleased that perhaps your feelings weren’t as unrequited as they seemed.

#one piece x reader #x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #ask #request

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loveunto1d · 4 months

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I need more of your writing please! 🙏🏻

Which members prefer missionary, doggy or cowgirl? This is a selfish ask where I'm choosing to ignore the existence of other positions and asking about my personal favorites only. 😂😂 Thanks in advance! Keep up the good work! 😘

thank you angel!!! for both ur sweet words and ur request 😺🫶🏼

☆ p.: skz x afab, fem!reader

☆ genre: smut

☆ mentions of: spanking, masturbation (m), manhandling, penetration, dirty talk, recording, praise, choking, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving). use of: 'slut', 'cocksleeve', 'baby', 'princess'.

mdni

i'm gonna approach this by ranking these three from their personal favorite to their least favored for each member :3

bang chan: missionary, doggy, cowgirl

okay, so yeah, the image of how pretty your ass looks (so plush and a bit red from his hands repeatedly colliding with it) while he fucks you from behind is the first thing he likes to muster up in his mind when he's away from you and needs good jack off material. but in reality, nothing compares to the warmth of your body gracing the entirety of his while you look up at him with those pretty eyes or being able to see the way your lips part to try to beg him for release just to form broken sounds that hardly sound like words. and of course you look gorgeous when you ride him, too, but he hates not taking care of you like he should.

minho: doggy, cowgirl, missionary

minho likes for things to feel...animalistic between the two of you. he's happy with whatever makes it easiest to use your hair to hold you in place while he practically growls in your ear about what a dirty slut you are, explaining to you how good your dripping cunt feels in explicit detail. naturally, doggy serves him well. he wants to like missionary but hates how restrictive it can feel so cowgirl is an easy second as a result, but rest assured that he's still fucking you, holding your hips in place while he relentlessly slams his cock into your tight hole.

changbin: doggy/missionary, cowgirl

don't make him choose between his primary view being your ass or your face. he's never loved two things more in his life. it's a good thing he's strong enough to maneuver you into whatever position he wants whenever he pleases! he can appreciate cowgirl just as much on days where he's feeling a bit more tired or needy than usual. who doesn't like to sit back and relax while their pretty little cocksleeve milks them dry? it's not rare to find post-gym binnie sprawled out on the bed after his shower, hair messy and damp in nothing but those grey sweatpants you love whining about how he's physically exhausted but needs a bit of his bunny's help to unwind mentally.

hyunjin: missionary, cowgirl, doggy

a man of romance. he loves the intimacy of missionary so much. to him, there's nothing better than watching your face contort in pleasure whilst politely asking you to "keep your eyes on me, baby, please" like it's easy when he's fucking you so hard and deep that you can't even think straight enough to process those words in the first place. the only thing that he loves just as much is your body on a whole so cowgirl is fine, too, bc he can marvel at it all he wants that way. he's so big on making sure you know how beautiful you are to him. pls let him lay back and compliment every stretch mark, freckle and curve on your body 🫶🏼 doggy's fine but a bit of a rarity!

jisung: cowgirl, doggy, missionary

please give this man any and all opportunities to watch your tits bounce in front of him. loves it so much that he's asked you if he can record you on more than one occasion. you being on top of him gives him access to all of his favorite parts of you- your chest, of course, but also your tummy, your hips, your thighs, and your ass if he positions himself right. nothing else compares. doggy almost convinces him he's an ass man sometimes, though, which isn't the reality of things but really speaks to his obsession with you. missionary just isn't as stimulating as the rest. prefers spooning when it comes to intimate positions ♡

felix: cowgirl, missionary, doggy

likes the idea of missionary being his preference bc it sounds the most respectful on paper but he loves being a whimpering mess beneath you to the point that he can't go that long without it before he's fucking his own hand and pretending it's you, shamelessly whining your name while he does and sometimes kindly recording it for you to share when you're missing him. honestly, the way you pamper him by fucking him silly on the regular makes him fall more in love with you every day. sex is an act of taking care of each other in felix's eyes. goes for missionary when you're on the receiving end so that he can shower you with praise and look you in the eye while he does it so you know he really means it. loves kissing you while he's balls deep inside of you too <3 only fucks you from behind if you ask for/offer it

seungmin: no established preference

seungmin is a man of mystery and of subtle dominance. what position he wants you in depends on his mood. he very much believes that men should take care of their women and therefore loves missionary and being tender with you, making sure that your emotional needs are met right along with the physical. also a bit obsessed with choking you :3 cowgirl tends to come as an order after you've taken it upon yourself to tease him- "if you're gonna act desperate, you better follow through on it, princess. show me how bad you want it." doggy, on the other hand, is his typical response to bratty behavior.

jeongin: doggy, cowgirl/missionary

jeongin loves pleasuring you from behind- not just fucking you, but fingering you and eating you out, too. his infatuation with your ass combined with his love for watching you lose your composure and edging you means having you on your hands and knees is the perfect storm for his mildly sadistic tendencies. feeling your legs shake and watching your elbows buckle while he holds you in place as he pumps his fingers, his tongue, or his cock into you at a relentless pace is his personal heaven (and the easiest way to tell when you're about to orgasm which he doesn't want happening til he says so). everything else is on an even plane to him tbh. as controlling as he can be at times, jeongin does love watching you pleasure yourself using his dick as you please and reasserting your dominance. missionary is reserved for sensitive, emotional days/moments.

#ask #anon #skz smut #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #skz x reader #bang chan #minho #changbin #hyunjin #jisung #felix #seungmin #jeongin

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jade-jini · 5 months

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please make a virgin loser chaeyoung (twice) WITHOUT G!P 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 beg you

(I love the pics where she looks high af bdjdnfj sorry for taking forever.)

Warning: long as fuck. Fluffy smut.

To me chaengie is the type of loser who might get mistaken by a popular person just because she looks so chill sometimes. Like she be on her car hitting a blunt listening to music or something and people see it and are like “wait that’s cool!”.

In reality tho you’re her first girlfriend and one of the few people she talks to on campus. Girlie can’t look at people in the eye😭 when you’re not looking tho (or when she thinks you’re not looking) her eyes are stuck to your face, memorizing every feature, lovingly appreciating them.

She’s a movies typa nerd too like she will ask you to watch a marathon of Tim burton stuff with her and explain the whole lore and how they’re all connected (i need this actually).

“So in this movie he’s the kid, then he becomes adult and that’s when the Corpse Bride story takes place, and then in The Nightmare Before Christmas we see him in his dead form, and it’s all the same dude! isn’t it cool?!” She’d explain while holding her plushie of Sparky (which was a gift from you btw).

“Of course babe.” You’d answer, not fully understanding everything but just happy to be there ‘cause she was adorable.

Museum dates happen often, where she’d quietly take her time to contemplate any piece that caught her attention. She will even Google about it online to know the story behind it.

“Chaeyoung no-” you tell her while holding her arm so she doesn’t try to take the painting 😭

“But it doesn’t belong here! It was stolen!” Yeah fvck them bitches chaengie 🫵🏼 (idk what I’m saying).

As I said she can’t look at people in the eye. Of course after you started dating she got better at it with you, but before? Girlie’s eyes were everywhere but on you. And when I say everywhere I mean everywhere. She tried to avoid it, she really did, but god aren’t you hot? How was she supposed to not look at your chest? Or when your shoulders were exposed, the only thing she wanted was to kiss them so bad :( she would get so lost in her thoughts that wouldn’t even realize she had been staring for so long, and the moment you catch her doing it she’d get so flustered, her eyes escaping your figure completely quietly groaning and mentally slapping herself but she never learns, she does it again lol.

After you started dating, you had this thing where whenever you noticed her eyes on you like that (because of course she was still obsessed with you and 0 slick about it) you’d tease her, and she’d deny the sht out of it. You know that little voice and pout combo she has sometimes? Like that while looking at the floor- ahhhh cutie patootie. One day tho, you whispered in her ear that instead of looking so much, she should touch and take what’s supposed to be hers. And bro?! How do you say this to a literal virgin 😭 girlie went completely quiet like COMPLETELY for the rest of the class.

You guys had been dating for a little while, so she knew that time would come sooner or later. It’s not that she didn’t want it, of course she did like c’mon, the amount of times she’d touch herself thinking about you were countless even before you guys started dating (oh ok perv). But she was a little nervous which it’s normal! She knew it was normal to be nervous, still tho… she just didn’t want to disappoint you or something ‘cause she knew you had a lot more experience :( . While waiting for you to finish your last class in her car, she tried to calm herself and repeat that you having experience was actually a good thing! that way she could learn with you, right? But god she felt kinda pathetic.

On your side tho, you were nervous yourself. Being somebody’s first time was a big thing. You didn’t wanna mess it up for chaeyoung, she was your sweet girlfriend and you wanted it to be good for both of you, specially for her. You met your girlie at her spot in the parking lot as always and made your way to her house for another movie marathon date. Over-planning stuff wasn’t your style nor chaeng’s, so even tho you wanted things to go well, and it felt like the moment was close after more than constant teasing, you tried not to overthink about it. It was gonna happen when it was meant to be.

But Chaeyoung didn’t expect it to be this soon ah-

You were feeling extra clingy, using one of her oversized shirts and playing with her hands while resting your head on her shoulder as you watched the movie and made little conversation about it. Things were going chill as usual, until you rested one of your hands on her thigh, a little too close to more delicate zones. You didn’t notice it as you caressed the exposed skin of her inner thigh, oh but chaeyoung did. She gulped and started throwing facts about the people involved in the movie. You thought it was cute, until you could feel the warmth of her face against your forehead. You sat straight to look at her and softly asked “is everything ok babe?” As you moved your hand from her leg to her forehead to check her temperature “are you getting sick?”

“I- I’m ok, y/n.” She said, clearing her throat. Chaeng grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. You smiled and kissed her cheek, finding comfort against her shoulder again. But Ofc you couldn’t stay still, and you went from leaving kisses on her face from time to time to softly kissing her neck. At first it was just a few short ones, those that tickle a little bit and felt nice and cute. But eventually it developed to more sensual ones, slow and wet ones. You didn’t even realize what you were doing, but your girlfriend’s skin tasted so nice. And she was so cute, how to resist it? She was looking even cuter than normal for some reason today:(( You only noticed what was going on once you heard her letting out a quiet soft moan as she asked “y/n, w-what are you doing?”

“Oh chaengie I’m so sorry!” You apologized as you tried to give your girlfriend some space “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I just-”

“N-no! It’s ok, it felt nice it’s just” she started while making sure you stayed as close as you were next to her “well you’ve never done that and it was unexpected. But it felt nice, could you.. maybe keep doing it?” She asked surprising you, her face still with some light blush.

“Are you sure baby? I really didn’t mean to suddenly do it.” You clarified. It was just kisses but you knew yourself and you knew how much you wanted your girl, and you knew that kisses like those were almost always just the beginning of more, so you needed to make sure things were ok before continuing. Of course if she didn’t want anything more, or ever wanted to stop, you would. You weren’t expecting anything.

Doesn’t mean you didn’t want it.

“Please do it again…” she asked again ever so cutely. You could only obey and made yourself more comfortable, holding her by the waist and slightly feeling some of her skin making direct contact with your hands thanks to her shirt moving a lot. You couldn’t wait to take it off.

Your mouth went back to her neck after leaving a soft kiss on her lips. The soft sighs escaping chaeyoung’s mouth making you eager to feel her, to taste her.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” You told her as you continued your kisses. “So so beautiful.”

“Hmmmm no I’m not..” she let out in a little groan. You stopped to look at her, checking how even though she seemed to be enjoying your touch, she was still slightly awkward and shy about it. She tended to answer like that sometimes whenever you complimented her. You always needed to ease her mind whenever you noticed her confidence getting low but in this moment, this moment of yours both, you needed it more than anything else. To make her understand how perfect she was to you. Because in the whole world there wasn’t one single thing more beautiful than the woman in front of you. Not one single thing more special or important.

You caressed her face with one of your hands for a moment before grabbing her hands.

“Chaengie, my love. Look at me.” You asked her in a soft voice. However, your calm tone scared chaeyoung, making her think that maybe she ruined the moment by being so insecure. She looked at you almost pouting with her shiny eyes looking extra big as you started talking. “I love you.” You said firmly, still in a soft voice.

“I know you do, y/n…”

“No, listen. Because I know what you’re thinking and I don’t like when you think that.” She sighed and rolled her eyes at your comment, but both of you knew it was true. You left a soft kiss on the tip of her nose, which brought the blush back to her face. “I love you so much, you are so very beautiful and I’m in love with you. I want you in every way you can imagine, ok? To me, every part of you is perfect. Your eyes, your lips, your cute little nose” you said as you left another kiss there, making her giggle in a way that melted your heart “Your hands too” as you put them closer to your lips to leave multiple kisses on them “Every tattoo on your skin, your back, your-”

“Wait.” She interrupted, the blush in her face getting brighter as you paid attention to her next words, which she seemed a little unsure to say but opted to do it anyways as she bit her lip. “Aren’t you.. gonna kiss those too?” She asked and again, she caught you by surprise ‘cause how does she go from insecure and shy to saying those things?? But c’mon who where you to even think about denying that.

“That is an amazing idea yes you’re right I should do that.” You said all eager as you started leaving kisses all over her arms and hands. Both of you were giggling while also hugging each other and honestly it felt like your first time ever as well. Nothing you’ve felt before could ever compare to the feelings Chaeyoung caused in you.

“Can I take this off, baby? So I can reach your other tattoos” You gently asked her, tugging on the edges of her shirt. Chaeyoung gulped before nodding, knowing she didn’t have anything under it and that you were gonna see her naked body for the first time.

“Could I take yours off first before you do that, though?” She asked carefully, and you smiled at her before kissing her cheek.

“Of course you can.” You answered and you felt her trembling hands travel to your waist, and slowly removing her own shirt from your body. Chaeng gulped again, hypnotized by the image in front of her. She knew your body was perfect, but having you this exposed for her, for the first time. Her brain was almost malfunctioning.

“So beautiful…” you heard her say, and you felt your own face getting warmer. “Can I touch you, y/n?”

“Finally taking what’s yours, right?” She teased her about your earlier comment.

“Mine, all mine, yes” she said, her blush never leaving, but still kissing you while massaging your breast slowly, causing your breathing to become irregular. You moaned against her lips, but remembered what you guys said a minute ago. You slowly separated, and looked at her with teasing eyes.

“Hey, I took mine off, your turn now right?” You asked, just wanting to confirm she was still ok with it but also eager to finally see your girl like that. She left a kiss on your lips, before nodding.

“You are so beautiful.” You said, feeling a tingling sensation in your mouth as your eyes were fixed on her naked torso. You softly started to caress her breast, not without making sure she was ok with it first. As you started leaving kisses on her chest, you heard her voice.

“Keep kissing my tattoos, y/n…” she told you. It sounded more like demanding rather than asking even with her trembling voice, she wanted to play a little bit. How could she be such a tease while also being so nervous? Even she didn’t know. But if she wanted to play, you could play along a little bit too. You grabbed your girlfriend and turned her around, not too aggressive but not too gentle, which made her gasp. You sat on her low back, and started kissing her shoulders and back, from the beginning of her big tattoo.

As your lips made their way down her back, in the position that she was, you seriously just wanted to take her shorts off and start enjoying your girlfriend’s sweet taste. So slowly you took your hands to the front of her body, close to the button of her pants before asking “can I take these off, baby? They’re kinda in my way…”

“Yes, please…” you heard chaengie answered as you feel her pushing her ass up a bit, impatiently. With a giggle you started undressing her, so excited about finally having the girl who has been driving you insane in love naked in front of (or well, actually under) you.

“God you really are perfect, you know?” You whispered thinking out loud as your hands traveled over her legs and ass, making sure every inch of skin felt loved.

“You really think so?” She cutely asked, and you considered it an advance. From denying it right away, to at least just wanting to confirm it. It made you smile bigger.

“Of course, my love. I know so.” You answered, grabbing her hair gently and pulling it up, careful of not actually hurting her. You just wanted to fix her position so she was on her knees and hands and you could kiss her. You deepened the kiss, feeling her moan against your lips as you started playing with her tits again. Feeling brave, she bit and pulled your lip with her teeth, and god you loved it, a groan escaping your mouth. Oh she liked that reaction. Chaeyoung decided the best next thing after that would be to pass her tongue over your lips. Your girl was just so naturally sexy.

“Chaeng you are so fucking hot.” You said before slapping her ass. It wasn’t that hard, but it did get a whimper out of her “and you’re such a good girl aren’t you?”

“We’ll see about that…” she teased, again, with that trembling voice. You knew she’d be a little bit of a brat, but deep inside she was so good. It’s ok, you could always teach her how to be your perfect good girl.

You kissed your way down her body, until you had her pussy in front of you. She was so wet, your mouth drooling at the sight. Without wasting more time, you started eating her out. Moaning at the taste, which was 10 times better than you had imagined, you could feel yourself getting completely wet as well. But all your attention was on pleasuring your girlfriend, giving her the best first experience she could have.

“Oh my god, y/n!” She moaned slowly and loud, backing up against your mouth as much as possible. The sensation of your warm tongue basically all over her pussy had her delirious since the first second. Her body barely able to process what was feeling. “Oh my god oh my god…” she kept saying in between whimpers, her lip in between her teeth as she grabbed the pillow under her so tightly.

Talking about tightly. Her pussy was so. Fucking. Tight. You slowly put a finger inside her and you could barely move it, even when she was soaking wet. You were in no rush tho, you wanted to enjoy every second and every detail of it. Of her. Of making her yours and showing her you’re hers.

“You sound so good, chaengie” you told her as you moved your finger a bit faster, feeling her relax a little more and allowing you to add a second finger “and your pussy feels so so good baby. So good on my fingers.”

“Y/n! Shut up don’t~” she complained, her face getting red with your dirty talk. But you knew she liked it. Her body told you so, shivers going down her spine, and her cunt clenching your fingers inside her.

“But it’s the truth! Your pussy is so perfect, it tastes so good in my tongue. Hmm~” you said as you added your mouth again with your fingers, making figures on her clit and swallowing her juices.

“Hmmm… keep going please… feels too good..” she begged, rolling her hips, reaching for her orgasm. “Please…”

“Yes, keep moving like that on my fingers, baby. Just like that. I promise I’ll make you feel so good.” You encouraged her, enjoying the view from behind of your precious girlfriend basically fucking herself on your hand, without looking like she wasn’t even aware of what she was doing. “Good girl…” You complimented her and she started going faster, now keeping herself up with her arms straight, so so close to it, until..

“W-what? Whyy~” she complained when you suddenly stopped and put your fingers out of her pussy, but you didn’t even give her time to continue as you turned her around and pushed her on her back. She didn’t think you were gonna miss her face as you made her come for the first time, right? (Nu-uh)

“Sorry love, but I need to see your pretty face.” You said before shoving your fingers inside her hole again,continuing with your fast pace knowing damn right she was on the edge already. Chaeyoung let a loud moan out, trying to grab the head of the bed as she started moving her hips again. “You look so beautiful like this, my love. So pretty and perfect, my beautiful beautiful girl.”

“Y/n..! I’m close, I’m so close…” she sobbed while looking at you with the cutest eyes and a pout. You cooed her, your other hand now playing with her clit to help her reach her desired climax “oh my god! Yes, baby, please~”

“Come for me, babygirl. Let me see your pretty face as you come.” You whispered next to her ear before leaving wet kisses on her neck, and you could feel your girlfriend holding you as close as possible as she came on your fingers. You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing her deeply, which she corresponded eagerly.

“Oh my god I love you…” she said against your lips as she rode her orgasm “I love you so much… so so much”

“I love you more my love, you’re the most precious part of my life.” You told her before leaving a kiss on her forehead. Chaeyoung could see the sincerity in your eyes, and there in your arms, she swore she had never felt safer or happier than now.

#twice chaeyoung #son chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung smut #chaeyoung #chaeyoung x yn #twice chaeyoung imagines #kpop gg #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #twice x reader #twice x y/n #twice x fem reader #loser chaeyoung #loser chaeyoung x reader

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chinomiko · 6 months

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HIIII CHINO HOW U ARE?!! 💗💗🫂💗 I also want the interesting things for Leiftan or any thing/fact about Leiftan I’m dying I need content of him 😭😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🫂 mabeibi ma beibi please I beg you sweetie, xoxooo love you sweetie!!

Heya ! I am fine thank you I guess the easiest for me to tell about Leiftan is his all backstory who was actually and unfortunately never correctly exploited and explained in game. Leiftan was a toddler during the time of the Blue Sacrifice. The aengels didn’t want to sacrifice as planned, and for this reason they ended up being persecuted by the other faes. Leiftan’s parents were killed, but before they died they put him in a stasis spell to hide and protect him.

An aengel survivor, Verom, ended up finding him. (Mowgli style XD ) Verom was weak after the persecution and he decided to establish himself at the Fountain of Youth in company of the Naiade nymphe who guarded the fountain. (She is linked to her fountain as hamadryades are with their tree.) She was a good soul and offered her help. They cared for Leiftan, still in stasis at this point.

After some centuries, Leiftan’s soulmate was born and Leiftan not destined to be alone anymore, the freezing spell broke. Toddler Leiftan slowly awoke and started living again.

So he grew up with his adoptive parents. As soon as he could, Verom trained Leiftan into using aengel powers, and taught him about the Blue Sacrifice etc.

When he was still very young, a group of exploring humans found the fountain’s place by pure luck. They ended up trying to steal its water but in the fight they killed the Naiade. The fountain dried immediately and she turned to stone. There was just a little bit of water left, she could rejuvenate with a lot of time and patience, and hope.

And then we arrive when Leiftan was a young teen, some humans found the fountain again, but this time they knew what they were looking for. And these humans happened to be... leaded by Erika's father. He was looking for that youth fountain discovered years ago, Erika was sick and dying from some unknown disease (certainly related to her Fae genes), and that was the only way he knew that could save her. He wanted the remaining water. They fought for it, of course. Charles kills Verom (he is an old man by now) and by taking the last drops of the fountain he also kills the Naiade.

With that bit of magical water with him, he and the soldiers left as he came. Thinking everyone dead.

But Leiftan was not, and he is left as a young daemon, partially trained and able to hide his nature. Full of anger and hate. Hate for both faeries and humans and this is his villain origin story.

(And so, Charles is the person who killed his parents, but also the one who saved his soulmate in doing so. How so tragic hehe.) ———————

Another thing is the potion they make Erika drink later in the story so they would forget about her on Earth.

It was Leiftan’s idea all along, he suggested it to Miiko. With this solution, he was sure Erika would have to stay by their side and he would do anything to keep her close to him. He then acted innocent around her.

And for those who might be mad at this revelation, sorry but don’t forget Leiftan has always been a villain and a good two faced one at this. (Especially in the earlier story)

#chinomiko #eldarya #otome game #leiftan #original charater #canon facts

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heartsforvin · 6 months

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Can you please write an imagine where a female fan flirts with vinnie’s girlfriend and his reaction please🙏🏻

JEALOUS

i love this idea !! thank you for the request <33

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; lil bit of angst, vinnie being jealous, i think that’s all but ofc lmk if i missed anything !

summary; one of vinnie’s fans starts to flirt with you and vinnie gets very jealous

you and vinnie were currently out walking the streets of california, hand in hand when a fan had approached you guys.

the two of you haven’t gone fully public with your relationship yet, but fans definitely knew vinnie was seeing someone.

“hi!” the girl said with a wide grin. the two of you smile and respond.

“i just wanna say you have really pretty eyes,” the girl says, you thought she was complimenting vinnie but then you realized she was complimenting you. “and a pretty smile, too.”

you couldn’t help but blush, but vinnie knew that what the girl was saying wasn’t just a silly compliment.

“oh, i’m a big fan of yours, too.” the fan gestures to vinnie, finally realizing that he was there.

vinnie smiled, not really caring for this conversation anymore, especially since this girl was flirting with his girl.

“thanks.” he replied, stuffing his hands in his sweatshirt pockets.

the more time went on, the more the girl continued to flirt with you. after another “compliment” you realized she was in fact flirting.

you could feel vinnie pull you in by your waist, a protective hold around you as he tried to subtly hint that you were his and no one else’s.

the fan however, didn’t quite catch what vinnie was trying to hint at and instead, asked for your number.

“hey could i get your number, maybe we could — no, you can’t.” vinnie interrupted, making the girl smile awkwardly at the two.

“i’m sorry, he’s in a mood today.” you respond with a subtle laugh, placing a hand on vinnies chest. vinnie however, was not laughing.

vinnie let go of you and glared at you coldly, waiting for you to stop talking and tell the fan you’re unavailable.

“i’m sorry, but i’m with vinnie. i’m not sure if you knew,” you informed, chuckling. “but thank you for the offer.” you smile.

the fan smiles awkwardly, completely missing that her favorite celebrity was seeing someone.

“oh it’s no biggie,” she replies, seeing the way vinnie’s arm snakes around your waist again. “could i get a picture with you?” she asks your boyfriend.

he hides the obvious jealousy and says yes, taking the girl’s phone and snapping a picture with her.

“thank you!” the fan says with a wide grin, the two of you smile. “ i’m so sorry again, y/n. you’re just really beautiful.”

at this point vinnie was seating, he knew a compliment from flirtatious banter. he tried so hard to keep his cool, not wanting to freak out on one of his fans.

“awe, thank you! look we gotta get going, but it was nice meeting you.” you replied, grabbing vinnies hand and walking away.

as the two of you walked to a nearby restaurant, vinnie couldn’t help but let his anger out.

“what the fuck was that?” stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, vinnie let go of your hand.

you furrowed your eyebrows. “one of your fans complimenting me and her asking you for a picture.” you explain.

vinnie sighs heavily, chuckling at what you just said. “she was fucking flirting with you, y/n!”

throwing your arms in the air, you laugh lightly. “she wasn’t flirting, vinnie!”

he can’t believe what he’s hearing, clearly you saw that she was flirting and it wasn’t just silly polite compliments.

pulling his arm, you shush him and drag him into a quiet place.

“can we go back to your place and talk about this, not in the middle of the street?” you ask, not wanting to argue with your boyfriend in front of people.

vinnie shakes his head, scoffing with a smug look on his face. “talk about what? that she wanted to get your number, that she was flirting with my girl?”

vinnie wasn’t usually the overly possessive type, but when someone really tried to flirt with you or make it known they want you, that’s when that gear in him goes off.

you don’t respond, biting your lip and avoiding his gaze. vinnie gripped your jaw with his thumb and index finger.

you felt scared, you knew he would never ever hurt you, but the forceful contact frightened you.

“you’re mine, you understand?” he said, you nodded, keeping your eyes on him.

“i’m not saying i own you or any of that shit, i’m just saying that you’re mine, i’m yours.” he tells you, letting go of your face.

you look up at him with a weak smile. “im sorry, baby,” he apologizes, grabbing your face gently and kisses you. “didn’t mean to squeeze so tight.”

you smile, rubbing his arm and wrapping yours around him. “it’s okay, i’m sorry too.”

the two of you walk hand in hand back to vinnie’s parked car a few miles down, he has his hand on your back, rubbing gently.

“don’t be sorry, baby. i know it wasn’t your fault, and honestly, it wasn’t the fan’s either. it’s okay.” vinnie replies with a quick kiss to your forehead.

as the two of you walk hand in hand back to vinnie’s car, you’re glad the two of you made up before it got really bad.

the rest of the night went smoothly and the two of you spent the night cuddling with hera and watching movies until you fell asleep.

hiii i hope you enjoyed this !! i really enjoyed writing it (:

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can you do jjk men x finding out their so self harms if ur comfy w writing that?

Sure, but I hope you're fine?! 😕🙏🏻🩵✨️

Tags: Triggerwarning!self-harm, fluff, angst, depression, minor characters are aged up

How jjk men react if they find out y/n self harms:

Gojo:

I believe he saw it coming but couldn't stop you because he wasn't there to stop you. He's very aware of you and your feelings and feels bad about the fact that he has to work so much and can't be there for you as much as he wants. It was one of those nights where your depression and anxiety reached your limits, and Gojo was already away for two weeks. You didn't text him as much as the days before, and even though he had another week of work, he cut it short and came home as soon as you didn't pick up the phone. He found you in the bathroom, sitting in front of the tub crying your heart out. As soon as he heard your whimper he rushed through the door and almost broke the door handle as he slides over to you on his knees, taking away the scissors/blade you used carefully and throw it into the tub, before he pulled you into his arms. "Shh, don't cry. It's okay... I'm here" he hushed while he almost crushed you in his embrace. His heart was racing, and you could hear his heavy breath while he was rocking you both back and forth. "Do you wanna talk about it?" he would ask carefully. And whatever you decide in this moment, he would make sure to take care of you as you need. Whatever that is. Questions could be asked later when you're more stable. He wants to make sure that you're feeling safe first and help you clean the blood and patch you up without saying anything because he doesn't want to trigger you. After that, he would make sure, that you don't feel to bad about what you did and tell you something like it's battle scars against yourself and everytime you feel like that again you should look at them and try to win this battle this time and not hurt yourself. And it helped. He really wants to make sure that you feel strong and safe. You would also joke about it when you're more stable a curse could never leave scars on you and that you're the strongest women and curses should watch out that you don't give them those scars instead.

Choso:

When he first saw your scars, he thought you had them from a battle. But after he found out you did this to yourself, he couldn't believe how you could do this. After you explained to him why you do that and that it's kind of a stress relief for you, he looked at you deadpan and pulled up his sleeve. "Do what you need to but not on your arm. Use mine. I can heal it, and I don't want you to feel any pain. If you really need to cut flesh, cut mine." And he was so serious about it, that everytime he sees you, he searched your whole body up for new scars and if he would ever find one, he would cut himself on the exact same place and refuse to heal it so you match scars. He really can't stand seeing you in pain. He adores you too much for his own good.

Megumi:

This guy probably wouldn't really know how to react and maybe even got mad at first since he doesn't understand why you do this to yourself. But similar to Choso, I feel like he would use some kind of emotional manipulation to stop you from doing it. He wouldn't hurt himself though but he's so scared that you feel this bad that even if he doesn't like texting that much he would make sure to shoot you enough texts throughout the day so that you don't ever feel lonely or tempted enough to do it again. Be prepared for lots of cuddle sessions. He's not good with words, but his actions will show.

Yuji:

This guy saw your scars multiple times and never knew what they were from. But lately you got new ones and your stories don't really match up anymore so he searched up 'visible scars on the wrist' and was so shocked to find out about self-harm, that he immediately visited you and as soon as you opened the door he hugged you and started to cry. "Please don't hurt yourself again! Talk to me when you feel lonely or depressed! We can search for a therapist or something! Or do you want to try some meds? Or we could have more fun dates! Or just stay in bed all day! Whatever you want but please, don't hurt yourself!" He would feel so helpless and guilty, even though it's not his fault. He loves you so much that it hurts him to know what you're going through, and he makes sure to be the best boyfriend possible so that you don't have to ever self-harm again. And every time before going to sleep, he would ask you about your day and how you feel. He literally became your diary and would try his hardest to help you with whatever you're going through at the moment.

Sukuna:

Would look at your scars deadpan and call you pathetic. "If something or someone bothers you, why would you hurt yourself? That's stupid. Just change it. Seek for justice. And if you can't handle shit yourself, ask me. Don't do stupid shit like that, silly human." He would be annoyed and maybe even don't really know why it upset him so much. He doesn't know why he's so interested in you in the first place, but something about you makes him not want to kill you immediately. Even though you're just a pathetic human. If he ever sees you with a new scar, be prepared that he will find out what made you do this and handle it himself. No questions asked. Be careful with names. He would even kill your friends and family if they're the reason for your struggle. "Come here, women. 'Need to check for new scars. Don't keep anything secret from me. I'll find out. Whoever fucks with you, fucks with me. Understood?" And yes, he literally searches up your whole body for new scars and even if their just from your cat or something, you'll have to make sure to have a good reason and explanation for a new scar. Or else he's going on a killing spree.

Toji:

Similar to Sukuna, I believe he would become mad at whoever makes you do something like this to yourself. "Just talk to me. There are so much better resolutions than fucking hurting yourself, babe. Tsk... look at those..." he would hold your wrist up for you to see your scars and look into your eyes. "Do you really want to remember the pain people gave you? Do you really want to look back at those scars and remember shit people did to you?" Even though he's grumpy, he would hug you more, make sure you feel safe and call you from time to time when he's at work. Later on, he would try to convince you to cover up those scars with a tattoo. "You would look so sexy with a tattoo, babe. Let's make sure you forget this shit and look at something you want to remember." Maybe he would get the same tattoo to match you, same spot and all. It would be his kind of affection and promise that he'll always stay by your side and that you won't cut your beautiful skin there again. And even if you feel bad to ruin the tattoo with new scars, if you ever tried to self-harm on another spot on your skin, he would make sure to make you cover that up too. "If you need the pain so badly, just get your whole body tattooed. This way, we could spare the time going through the healing process of your ugly scars." Ugly because what people did to you made you do them.

I'll stop it here since I'm going out of ideas rn. If you want a part two, let me know and who I should include there. I hope you like it! 🙏🏻🩵✨️ stay safe~

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