#tattoos sound like fun though!! i do just need to wait until i feel like i have enough disposable income

[livelaughloveneteyamm]

“sit.” — ao’nung

ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings : oral (f), p in v, dirty talk, praise, teasing, fluff, daddy kink. i know this is not ao’nung in the picture but i feel like this is what he’d look like as Olo'eyktan. not proof read

today was the day ao’nung is to become Olo'eyktan, you hadn’t seen him all week because he was out doing things to get ready for this day so you were looking forward to finally seeing him during his celebration, you knew him all your life, the chiefs son and you were best friends with his sister tsireya because you were her age. when you were young you would admire him from a far, the way he was so fit but never had abs, the way he was so rude to everyone but you, that way he was good at everything he did. when you turned 13 and ao’nung turned 15 that’s when he started to notice you took a personal interest in him, the way he felt your eyes burning on him whenever he turned the other way, the way you would clench your thighs everytime he would tease you. when you would bite your lip whenever his hand brushed your thigh.

when he turned 16 and you turned 14 everything changed, ao’nung had lost it. he pulled you out of your tent in the middle of the night and just let everything out “i see you.” he whispered hands sliding onto your waist and he kisses your jaw and all the way up to your lips and closes the gap between you two, kissing you hard. he pulls back and looks you in the eyes “ Oel ngati kameie yawne” he says gripping his nails into your hips “Oel ngati kameie” you say out of breath.

by the time you were 16 the two of you were mated and this leads you to were you are now, you’re 18 and ao’nung 20. ao’nung never changed once personality wise but looks wise he was absolutely a different person, his body toned up so much more. the stomach that once had no abs has a 8 pack now.

you and whole clan are at ao’nungs celebration of him becoming the new chief, everyone is sitting quietly waiting for him to come out, you and tsireya and your family are sitting in the front row. that’s when you hear foots steps. then you see him. you take in everything about him, his long legs, his abs, his shoulders and then that’s when you see it. his new tattoo. that went from his shoulder to across his face. you swear you could’ve just came at the sight of him like that, everyone cheering but you drown out the sound just focusing on the way your mate looks.

ao’nung was walking around the whole time just greeting people as their new leader with you by his side until he no one left to greet. you and him were standing before everybody watching them dance and have fun. “you know, i really like it” you say catching his attention “like what?” he laughs, “this” your hand moves between you two and you trace your finger tips along his tattoo your fingertips brush along his nipple by accident making him inhale fast, you laugh at how sensitive they are, your movements fall onto the side of his face that was tattooed you cup his cheek “though i do miss seeing your pretty face without the tattoo, i still really like it” you smile at him making him smile two times wider at you, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder making you squeal “put me down ao” you hit his back while laughing.

he takes you away from the party. he takes you to where you first mated. a small cave with the floor completely covered in moss and flowers that would glow different colors depending on the feelings in the room. he puts you down finally. you stand in front of him looking him in the eyes, the flowers all turn pink “sit.” he says, you look at him dazed “hm?” you say “sit.” he says a little louder. you instantly submit. you usually put up a fight but today you felt as if you needed to listen. you sit on your calfs in front of your mate. the Olo'eyktan. looking up into his eyes as he slowly gets on his knee in front of you “lay back” he says rubbing your thighs, you let yourself fall back on the soft moss. he spreads your legs and slides his body over yours his hands up above your head are supporting him his eye contact lingers for a little while like he’s in a trance or something.

without a word he starts kissing your neck and down your shoulders, taking off your top and throwing across the floor somewhere for him to find later “i love you,my mate” he gives a little kiss to your right breast “i will never stop loving you” his kisses the other, the kisses trail down to your stomach “i will worship the ground you walk on.” he leaves another kiss on your stomach and slides off your loincloth and throws it aside. “and i promise to give you endless amounts of pleasure mentally and… physically” his tone is deep and his are eyes locked on your glistening pussy. he dives in right after saying that you immediately feel the heat spread through out your whole body, your hands fly to his newly done hair “fuuuk ao” you moan out trying not to mess up his hair.

he hums at his nickname that everyone calls him but only one gets to moan. his hands are gripping your thighs to hold them from closing on his head as he devours you sucking at your clit while you tweaked with your nipples, the attention he was showing your clit now falls onto your entrance, he lifts his head up and spits straight onto you cunt rubbing it in with his thumb “you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he praises as you trying your hardest not scream from the pleasure. you feel like you’re head is gonna pop from him shaking his head from side to side as his thumb works on your little clit, you feel the pleasure build up in your stomach “ao wait wait” you breath out, he stops and looks at you “i wanna cum with you inside me” you pled with him and he doesn’t waist a second sitting up and basically ripping his loincloth off his cock springing out and hitting his stomach he pulls you closer to him by your thighs. he rubs his angry cockhead against your clit, you whine just wanting him in you “stop teasing me ao!” you huff and it only makes him laugh “that’s no way to talk to your Olo'eyktan” he says as he pushes in you slowly, you had never fully taken him to say the least because you two never really had time. it felt like he ripping you into two but in a good way. your grab onto arm as he sets a steady pace snapping his hips forward looking for your sweet spot and when he found it. he had a field day.

“shit!” you cry whenever he starts speeding up hitting right where you needed it “is this what you needed my love?” he asks gripping waist and pushing him self deeper making tears blur your eyes “yes! please daddy please!” you scream not noticing what you just called him, he slows his pace making your eyes shoot open “what did you call me?” he’s smiles at you “ao i-” he cuts you off “mmm daddy. i like it”.

MY FIRST AO’NUNG FIC?!!?!?. and honestly i hate it so much. i might delete this. love y’all!!

#avatar way of water #neteyam sully #jake sully #neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #smut #loak x tsireya #neteyam x you #avatar fluff #stepdad!jake #ao’nung #ao’nung smut

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 15

Hello!! We slowly but surely cranking up the tension between the two boys and it's going to be delicious.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Eddie had every intention of telling Steve about Seth Thursday, but he was thwarted by Robin.

Steve was running a little behind because a tattoo was taking a little longer than he thought it would, so Eddie was in the waiting area for his turn.

“So, don’t blame Miranda for this,” Robin began with a wince. “But she told me about Seth.”

Eddie took a deep breath. “I’m a little disappointed she told you, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Mandy likes to talk.”

Robin hurried around the desk and knelt in front of him. “I only bring it up, because I have a different opinion about telling Steve.”

Eddie frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not against it as a whole,” she said gently. “Bad exes are bad business and that kind of shit can ruin things. I’m just saying not today.”

“Why...?”

Robin sighed, and sat next to him. “Look, you’re a great guy and I totally ship you and Steve. But don’t you think it’s a little early for the seven evil exes talk?”

Eddie snorted. “Thankfully only the one.”

She nodded. “I don’t think you should hide it from him. I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying have more fun with each other before you going trauma dumping.”

“But I–”

“Want to move slow and don’t know how to say that without trauma dumping?” she finished for him.

He waved his hand in front of him. “Yeah, that.”

She nodded, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Just say you had a rough go at dating the last couple of years and just want to go slow. He’ll understand. Okay?” Eddie nodded. Robin paused for a moment. “And also maybe not do it while you’re in the middle of a literal business transaction.”

Eddie mouthed the word, ‘oh.’ “Point taken. I keep making mistakes like that.”

“That’s because your job isn’t usual,” she explained. “Getting up on stage and playing music for hoards of people every weekend for cash is the dream for a lot of people, but other than the bar owner you really don’t have a boss and your co-workers are your best friends.”

Eddie laughed. He hadn’t heard what he did described that way before, but it was true. His job wasn’t normal, but even though the product wasn’t the usual thing, what Steve and Robin did was essentially retail. They provided a service to a consumer at a price.

He smiled. “Point well and truly made. Thank you. I probably would have fucked it up between us again if I told him about Seth while sharp needles were near my person.”

Robin cocked her head. “That too. I keep saying it but seriously I’m Team Steddie, okay? But Steve has never been wooed and doesn’t know what to do when someone is interested, just at a different speed then he’s used to going.”

Eddie played with his rings. “Steve’s never been wooed?”

Robin shook her head. “Even when he was dating men, they always seemed to expect Steve doing all the romancing. That’s why he forgave you so easily. You went out of your way to remember things about him that even he had forgotten himself. That’s a really big deal for him.”

Eddie blushed. “Jeff and Mandy said to go big, so I just did what I would have wanted to get as an apology.”

She hugged him. “I’ll be sure to tell him that if he ever needs to apology to you.”

Eddie leaned his head back. “Let’s pray he never has to, yeah?”

Robin nodded. “And look, you have this shitty past that means you want to take it as slow and steady as you can but don’t want to hurt his feelings and lose your chance with him. Does that sound about right?”

Eddie took a deep breath and let out with a shuddering sigh. “That about sums it up, yeah.”

She let him go and he slumped against the back of the chair.

“So this is what we’ll do,” Robin said with a small smile. “You’ll hold off telling Steve until Saturday after the gig. Probably on the way to the club and then have a good time with each other knowing you two like each other. How does that sound?”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, his voice shaking a bit.

She patted his hand. “Let me go see how much longer he’s going to be, because we might have to reschedule.”

He nodded.

She got up and went back to Steve’s room. She came out a minute later.

“He’s pissed it’s taking so long to get the colors right,” she informed him. “So because he has to reschedule, he’s willing to do it Sunday before he goes over to Dustin and Suzie’s.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “He doesn’t have to do that.”

“I think I pretty much established how much he wants to be with you dude,” Robin told him. “So come to the shop around noon and he’ll work on your tattoo.”

“Yeah, okay,” he breathed. “I’ll you guys there at the bar on Saturday?”

“Yup,” she said cheerfully. “Me and Chrissy will be dressed appropriately. Steve will continue being Steve.”

Eddie shoved his hair in front of his face. “Which is one of the reasons I like him.”

She grinned, wrinkling her nose. “Sap. Now get out of here before you get it all over the floor.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, yeah. See you Saturday.”

Robin shooed him out of the shop to his laughter.

“I’ve never seen two stupider people in my life,” Erica said, leaning against the wall to the hallway that led to her and the other apprentices’ rooms.

Robin looked over at her with an even bigger grin. “Well, they are men.”

Erica bobbed her head back and forth. “That’s fair.” She walked back into her room and Robin followed her to check on Argyle and Chrissy.

“How goes the practice?” she asked Chrissy from the doorway.

Chrissy looked up and smiled. “I think I’m getting the hang of knowing how deep I’m going.”

Robin smiled back. “That’s great. I’m glad you’re finally getting the hang of it.”

“Steve a really good teacher,” she said. “I’ve learned so much since I started here and it hasn’t even been a whole week.”

Robin chuckled. “He’s like that. That’s why I love him.”

“How long have you guys been friends?” Chrissy asked. “Because I know you guys weren’t friends in high school.”

Robin laughed. “Actually we were. If you count the last half of his senior year and he absolutely does.”

“You guys don’t look like you could have been friends in any life time if I’m honest,” Chrissy admitted.

Robin cocked her head and shrugged. She moved further into the room. “Everyone says that, but they forget I was in marching band and soccer in high school. It’s not as though we’re complete opposites.”

“That’s true I guess,” Chrissy agreed. “You said your first job together burned down?”

Robin grinned. “Oh yeah. I’ll tell you about it later, I really have to get back up front.” She hesitated before turning on heel and scrambling out of the room, nearly hitting her head on the door frame.

Chrissy giggled.

*

Steve was vibrating in his seat at the table in front of the stage. Apparently, this table was reserved for friends of the band. The only reason Mandy didn’t show them to it last time was because she knew how loud it could be and didn’t want to scare them away their first night.

So now he can see every drop of sweat, every lip quiver, every finger placement. He gulped. He really wished that he had the foresight to sit in the back curve of the table and not the front. His brain was running a full commentary of all the things Steve found gross to keep his dick under control.

Steve was pretty sure he failed when he caught Jeff’s smirk. He was going to die. There was nothing for it. He was going to spontaneously combust, right here in the middle of this lovely bar.

And then Eddie winked. Steve let his eyelids flutter closed and tilted his head back in agony. He was grateful that was the song was the last in their set, because he was about to burst.

He stayed polite and waited for them to exit stage left, before he ran to the restroom. He ran into a stall and with two quick pumps he was coming into a bit of toilet paper. He carefully cleaned up and walked back out there a lot calmer, but embarrassed to the hilt.

Thankfully it was only the girls waiting for him and only Robin gave him a sly side eye about his mad dash to the restroom. So he was grateful for that. He just knew he was going to hear about it when he got home.

Finally band came out and Steve was relieved to see that Eddie had changed into something a little less ‘sex on legs’ and a little more ‘not kill Steve’.

Eddie looked good. He always did. But damn, that outfit he wore tonight on stage was a heart attack wrapped in leather and mesh.

“You guys ready for the club?” Gareth asked, bouncing on the balls on his feet.

Steve laughed. “I’m glad you guys had fun last time. But yeah, I’m ready.”

There were nods and agreements across the board.

“So where are we going?” Chrissy asked as they filed out into the parking lot.

“We decided to walk this time,” Jeff said. “It’s not very far and not worth the gas it would take to get there.”

Robin hopped up and down. “It’s this nifty little club that Stevie and I found when we first moved to Indy. It’s not strictly a gay club but it’s very friendly. It’s called Rainbow High and it has the best cocktail called Evita and it has...”

Steve tuned her out as she rattled on to Chrissy about the club with a fond shake of his head.

Eddie sidled up to him and nudged him with his shoulder. “I think your girl has a crush.”

Steve looked back up at the two girls walking in front of him. He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah. I think she does, poor Miranda.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “I think she’ll live not being pursued by a Robin.”

They walked in silence a moment or two.

“God,” Eddie said, tilting his head back and rolling his shoulders, “it feels good to go out and not have to look over my shoulder every minute of every day.”

“Crazy fan or evil ex?” Steve asked lightly, trying to keep the concern out of his voice. In the back of his mind he kept chanting, go slow, go slow, go slow.

Eddie scoffed. “I’ve had both unfortunately, but no this one is an evil ex.”

Steve winced. “That’s rough. Nothing like a bad ex to make you want to run for the hills. It must take a lot of courage to keep taking a step forward every day.”

Eddie blushed. “I sometimes still feel like a coward, breaking it off with him, but everyone else in my life tells me I did the right thing.”

Steve took Eddie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Sometimes it’s hard to see how bad it looks in front of us, until someone else shows you.”

Eddie squeezed his hand back before reluctantly letting go. “You sound like you know from experience.”

Steve nodded. “My parents, unfortunately.” He ran thumb over the warmth Eddie’s hand left behind in his palm. “It wasn’t until Robin pulled me aside and made examine the relationships her and most of my other friends had with their parents and see that how they treated me wasn’t right.”

“That why you two ran away together?” Eddie teased.

Steve laughed. “Something like that. Her parents were really supportive.” He watched as his best friend laughed and made wild hand gestures for a moment. “Sometimes we think they love me more than they love her.”

Eddie leaned in close. “What’s not to love?”

Steve blushed.

***

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[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 19

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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MASTERLIST

I jump out of my own sleep when I feel something hitting me, looking around confused until I realize that last night I didn't sleep by myself, and Y/n is the one who woke me up. She keeps shaking her head, slightly furrowing her eyebrows, as she keeps humming something.

I doubt whether to wake her up or not, but I end up doing it anyway.

She is just in her place, I can almost see how she stops breathing for a quick moment before she opens her eyes surprised.

—You had a nightmare —I try to calm her down, as confusion keeps radiating through her face—. It's alright.

When her body falls back on the mattress, I instantly drag her back to my body to hug her tight. Her shaky breathing slowly enters a calmer pace, and she finally relaxes in my arms when she lets her head rest on my chest.

—I'm sure you were a soccer player in your previous life —I joke—. I won't be able to walk tomorrow.

—Sorry.

I can tell she's genuinely sorry for what she did, but I don't really want her to feel bad about this. It wasn't her fault.

—You aren't sorry, aren't you? —I joke again, trying to get her to be back to her own self.

—Not really —I giggle.

I let out an exaggerated sigh, making it sound loud enough so she can hear it. And it seems to work out, because I feel her eyes on me as soon as that sound leaves my lips. I lift one of my eyebrows, looking down at her.

—I know I'm handsome and what not, but you should try to sleep.

Although I really like the way she's looking at me right now.

—Mr. Humble entered the room —she finally moves her eyes away, her gaze lazily lost at some point in my room.

—Why are you looking at me like that then? —I pinch her shoulder, trying to regain her attention.

—Now I can't look at you?

—There's a reason why you look at things.

—Yeah, because they get your attention —she finally looks up again with a sassy grin—. And it gets my attention how annoying you are.

—Then why are you sleeping here if I'm so annoying? —I try to snap back with the same attitude she's giving me.

—You're right.

I feel her slipping out of my arms, trying to get out of bed. Although I know she's just joking around, I rush to hold her waist to drag her back in bed with me. She changes positions though, she isn't laying on me. Her eyes pierce on mine, as if she were trying to get to know all my secrets, while she's lying on her sides. All that staring contest only ends up in giggles and laughs that come up for no reason.

Silence.

And again, that powerful gaze that could make me slip all of my secrets to her.

And it works.

—I was waiting for you —I say out of nowhere.

Her confused look and frowned eyebrows show clearly enough how she doesn't know what I'm talking about right now.

—You asked me what I was doing when you texted me earlier tonight. I was waiting for you —I explain.

The wrinkles in the middle of her eyebrows slowly disappear when she seems to finally understand. She still seems confused anyway. Maybe because of the comment, maybe because she didn't like the way our conversation could go at any point from now on.

I don't even know why I worded it that way.

—I wanted to be there for you in case you needed help, which it's what happened —I fake explain, trying to find a way out so things won't get weird.

—I handled it myself.

And there she is back again. Her cocky attitude is making a comeback.

—If I hadn't picked you up, he would've taken you home and that dude would've ended up with a scratched car.

Or, even worse, contacting you again to try to get a second date.

—For how long will you remind me of that? —she rolls her eyes.

—Daisy will never be the same.

—You know what? Let's sleep.

We both pretend to get to sleep after I mutter an almost inaudible "Fine", but silence doesn't last long before we start giggling and laughing again. We both open our eyes almost at the same time, laughing even harder when we mirror each other's actions without being aware.

—Cocktease —I try to sound as serious as I'm able to between laughs—, some people need to wake up early to work tomorrow.

And while that's true, I wouldn't mind spending the rest of the night awake like this. Even if I'm going to regret it in the morning.

I feel a bit disappointed when she in fact pays attention to what I say and rolls on her side, making her back face me and leaving me no other choice but to do the same.

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I sense her moving, trying to get away from my grip, which completely wakes me up. I don't let her get away though, I press on her body carefully, making sure she stays in her place.

—Just stay like this for a little longer —I mutter with my eyes still closed—. You need to make up for me not wanting to go to work this morning.

—Why is it my fault?

—As if you didn't know —I move closer to her, lost in the fruity smell of her hair as my nose digs in her locks—. Who would want to leave you here, looking like this, huh?

—Call Mark, and tell him you can't go —I smile with my eyes still closed.

Oh, I would if I could.

—Don't tempt me. Because I'm way too close to do it.

Of course, Mark has to break the moment by calling me to make sure I'll wake up early, so I get there in time. He already told me he'd be late this morning because he had an appointment with the doctor, which means I'm in charge of the studio for a few hours.

Although I need to leave soon, I have no problem with her staying around and taking her time before she leaves. But she keeps saying she'll leave when I do, and that's perfect because it means I could make sure she gets back home safe.

—Don't worry —she assures me—. Not my first time.

—A quick stop doesn't bot... —her eyes fall on me abruptly, death written in her pupils as she throws several daggers at me— Alright, got it. Wanna hang out later?

—Do you have something in mind?

—Not really —I shrug, walking to her—. But no plan is the best plan.

I don't really care what we do. To be honest I have enough with just spending time with her, like we've done the last few weeks.

—I'll pick you up by seven? —I ask her, when she gives in to the offer.

Thinking this is it, I see Y/n picking up her things and making her way to the door. She can't leave that way though. I hold her wrist, stopping her steps and making her turn on her heels so she's looking at me again.

—I'll send you a text when I get home? —she tries to guess.

Right answer, but that's not it.

I lay a soft peck on her exposed forehead, finally letting go of her arm so she can go back home.

Although she seemed perfectly fine in the morning, I can't stop thinking about what happened last night and that nightmare. She looked so scared, ready to run away at any point as she tried to defend herself from the ghost that was holding her. And when she opened her eyes... I could see the same horror she's had reflected on them a few times whenever we tried to do something.

She would easily look focus whenever she got too deep in her own feelings, but it only happens when it's something sexual.

Could be...?

I shake my head, trying not to think about it. I'm definitely overthinking and creating a bunch of stories in my head. I'm making my blood boil for no reason.

Of course, my impulse acts faster than my brain, and I end up calling Yoongi before I'm able to process what I'm doing.

—Oh, Jungkookie —he teases me—. How are you doing?

—I'm okay, what about you? —I rest my weight on the backrest of the sofa.

—Fine —he simply answers—, although weirded out. You never call... What do you need? —but he doesn't let me answer— Tell me you didn't get in any bullshit and want me to get you out of it.

Honestly, last time I called him was indeed because Tae had a problem with his pub and some permits he did (not) have. He helped us both, even if that wasn't his area of work. So his reaction isn't strange at all, and he isn't wrong either. But I don't want to make it as obvious either, that's why I start a small talk that will take us nowhere.

How could I word it so it doesn't sound suspicious?

—I was talking last night with one of my friends —I start, and considering I have a reduced group of friends, he possibly will end up thinking I'm talking about Tae—, he's a psychologist and he's dealing with a difficult case right now —I scratch my nape—. He has a patient that keeps having nightmares, and seems to have problems when she gets intimate with someone.

I also remember how she didn't want to go back home alone when she got drunk, because she was scared of a man hurting her.

—He is suspicious that it could be related to some trauma when she was younger, and I was wondering if you've had a similar case before?

—For what you're telling me, she doesn't seem to be aware of her own trauma?

—Doesn't seem like it —I shrug.

—I had a similar case, but she was aware of what provoked all of those reactions —he finally says—. The family of the girl sued her uncle for abusing her when she was twelve. And yeah, the trauma caused her to avoid any type of sexual intimacy with any other man as she grew older. I remember I almost lost my shit during the trial —he sighs—. It could be that his patient is going through something similar, but it's something she should want to work on to get an exact answer. Sorry if I'm not of help.

—No, it's alright —I stop him—. Do you know how the girl overcame it?

—No —he sighs again—. His parents told me she started going to therapy after the trial. But that's all I spoke with them —he makes a long pause—. Is this the only reason why you called me? What? Did you bet money?

That's better than letting him know my business, so...

—No, I just wanted to help Jimin out. Thought you'd know more about it, since you've worked with several abuse victims.

—I work with them to punish who's hurted them, not to help them to overcome their traumas.

There's a thick silence between us, before Yoongi gets called out by someone on the other side and has to hang up.

I huff, annoyed. I made that call for nothing.

And I'm probably thinking too deep into it.

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To be honest, it's been a fairly slow morning. At least until Mark showed up around eleven after his appointment. At least I had someone to bother, apart from Y/n, and to talk to in person. It also helps to have two customers after lunch to speed the afternoon. Before I realize it, I'm finished with the second customer, and now I only have to wait to get someone new to work on.

While I'm placing my sketchbook back on the shelf, I hear some noises from outside. Although, after thinking about it better, I end up assuming it's the entrance door to the studio. I stay still, wondering if there's someone in the entrance or not. I'm able to hear the sound of a pair of heels cracking against the floor, and I know it's not Mark.

I get up, ready to attend whoever is on the other side. But I freeze on the spot when I don't see a new customer in front of me.

What is she doing here?

All her face piercings are gone, and most of her tattoos are covered by the long sleeves of her red shirt -although I can catch a glimpse of some of the ink art on her hands. Her hair isn't blonde anymore, she's gone back to her natural dirty blonde color, that she's keeping mid tied.

—I was hoping to find you here —she whispers.

I don't even want to think why she might be looking for me. Honestly, I don't really want to have anything to do with her, and that's exactly why I'm trying to think fast to plan my escape away from this place.

—Leslie —Mark calls her behind me—. What are you doing here?

—Well, I'm back in New York —although she's speaking to Mark, she keeps her eyes on me while answering—, and thought of paying you a visit.

I can't help but scoff at that. When she left, she didn't care about us, about he studio or how fucked up we'd be with her clients and her absence. And now, all of a sudden, she thinks about us when she's back here? She has to be kidding me.

—I tried to tell you, but you changed your number —she lets me know.

After begging her to come back for weeks, I was able to move on and live my life without her. The last thing I needed was a call or text from her to fall back to the same shit.

—I also wanted to talk to you —she adds when she realizes I have no intention to speak.

—I have nothing to talk with you —I shake my head, trying to walk back to my room.

—I just want to apologize properly —I see her biting her lip nervously.

I shouldn't even think of going somewhere with her. Not when I planned on meeting up with Y/n in less than an hour.

—I think we both need to completely close this chapter —she keeps trying to convince me.

When I look at Mark, behind me, he's giving Leslie a rough look, which turns confused when I finally give in to talk somewhere else with her.

I think it would be a good idea to do this to leave behind whatever we had nine months ago. She probably needs it way more than I do anyway.

While we sit, I send a text to Y/n, letting her know I won't be able to make it to our plan later. Not because I'm planning on spending too much time here, but because I know I won't be at my best after I leave. And it won't be fair for Y/n to ruin her night with my bad mood.

—So? —I say, once I leave my phone to the side.

Everything starts well. Leslie seems genuinely regretful of what she did, and how everything went down between us. She keeps saying she's sorry, and how I deserved better than getting to know about her cheating the way I did.

—Were you planning on telling me? —I finally look at her for the first time— Or were you going to mess with him until you got bored, and then pretend like nothing happened?

—I was confused —she shakes her head—. I thought he'd be just a fling, but it started getting serious.

—And instead of telling me, you hid it until I walked in on you and him having sex in our bed —I tilt my head—. Not enough with that, you left without saying a thing. You left the studio, left my house... and you didn't care about what you were leaving behind, and what conditions you left everybody on.

—I regret that every day —she licks her lips—. That's why I needed to apologize to you.

—Apology accepted —I finally say—. Anything else?

—You're leaving already? —her eyebrows knit in the middle, as she looks at me.

—I have nothing else to talk with you —I cross my arms over my chest—. Besides, if you want to apologize to someone, tell Mark you're sorry for leaving the studio the way you did.

I get up, knowing damn well I have nothing else to say right now. I don't want to say anything else, to be honest. But my steps are stopped by her hand holding my wrist. She's looking up to me with pleading eyes, and it's right at this moment when I know an apology wasn't the only thing she wanted to talk to me about.

—I've really missed you these months —she assures me—. I was hoping...

—What? —I cut her off— Seeing me on my knees? Begging for you to come back after what you did? Leslie, it's a chapter closed for me. I only agreed on meeting you because it seemed like you needed to close it as well —I let go of her grip—. If it were for me, I'd have no need to see you ever again. What we had was over the second you chose to sleep with someone else.

—Are you dating someone?

—Yes —and while I'm answering that, I'm only able to think about Y/n and how I gave up spending time with her to be here—. And even if I weren't dating Y/n, I wouldn't go back to you.

I'm so enraged by what's going on, that I'm not even aware that I've let her name slip as I was talking about her like she was my girlfriend.

—Here —I throw a few bucks on the table to pay for my coke—. I'm leaving now.

When I step outside of the bar, and take my phone out of one of my pockets, I can see I have several texts from Soo -probably Mark told her I met with Leslie. She's probably going to be a pain in the ass when I see her. 

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #jungkook pov #Under His Skin #armpirate

[myristicisms]

Heartache was always something that never fully made sense; To be so saddened by the loss of someone or something that it physically hurt just didn't seem like something she'd ever worry about and yet that's the only thing Miriam had experienced over the last month. There was no book that could have prepared her for the feeling of pallid hands that once held her heart to suddenly squeeze and squeeze until it burst but all things considered she likes to think she'd handled the break-up well enough. ( Ice cream and chocolate strawberries certainly had eased the pain some. ) 

Self isolation was becoming ineffective and so she'd done what she knew would be a fix all; Book a tattoo. She'd had a few she needed finished or touched up but those could wait a while longer, there's too much space on her right arm she's decided and with how often she'd been laying upon her back, there wasn't any wisdom in deciding to finish the piece upon her back. There was the momentary debate of getting another piercing but that'll be a different beast to tame for later. Specifically when she won't have to fight her helmet off her head after killing the engine on her bike. 

It's been a while since her last ‘ impulse ’ tattoo, the others having been carefully and thoroughly planned out as a bigger piece throughout her entire body and she can't help but to awkwardly rub at one of the old pieces on the back of her shoulder, the blues and pinks of the flesh like a splash of watercolor upon alabaster flesh. ( Been way too long. ) She thinks to herself nervously, the gentle ding of the shop’s welcome bell easing away some of those woes. Her usual gal was in today so that certainly settled the usual jittery feeling of getting ink after almost a year of not doing so. 

Almost a year…

Why did she wait so long? 

Oh, right, non supportive now ex that was, in hindsight, kind of a dick. Crystalline blues roll at the thought, ( Why did I stick around for so long? ) Love made her a bit stupid, she guesses, or maybe it was the fact that Miriam had already put so much time and love into a doomed relationship, not that it mattered too much anymore since everything was said and done. It's the memory of all the things she couldn't do back then that helps her decide on what to get; “ A butterfly, they're free and beautiful aren't they? ” And it's so very cheesy but so very her that Miriam couldn't help the giddiness that came once her artist begun working on the stencil and reference. Positioning it wasn't too terrible either, she was all the more ecstatic to see just how well it blended in with the shards of her previous work along her body and how well it filled that blank space. 

The only bad thing about going to a shop that takes walk-ins and was more open as far as the layout goes was that damned bell dinging to signify another client coming in. Miriam never cared though, typically she minded her business and sometimes struck up conversation with her artist or the others within the shop. Tattoos were fun, to get and to look at, the rush of adrenaline that came with the first prickle of ink being laid into flesh and the heat that flooded through the area something akin to an addiction and- ( Man I missed this. ) It's a bitter thought that's cut off by the sound of a man’s voice talking to one of the other artists, quietly explaining what he wants done and she's embarrassed at how swiftly her gaze darts to see who the voice belonged to.

Damned nosey habits. 

Though the man looks nice, maybe he wouldn't be too terrible to strike conversation with while they're both stuck in their seats, briefly she's tempted to ask what he's planning on getting done but decides against it, she'd much rather see if the man was as receptive to conversation as she was or if he was the sort that preferred to get his work done in silence. 

lil starter for @sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

#muse;; miriam #sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe

[moonjxsung]

hi star! how are you?

i’m glad that everything was solved-ish with the wattpad account. i really hope it doesn’t happen again😭 idk if i ever told you but i found this account via one of your long fics so they have a special place in my heart🫶🏻

i love tattoos so much! i maaaaay be actually getting one soon bc a friend that’s a tattoo artist is having a sale but idk yet bc i really should be saving up for lolla *sigh*. i still haven’t paid my credit card bill for the tickets🥲 i love financial irresponsibility. my only tattoo was done by a man (who’s a friend though) but my next ones would def be by women bc women!!! (they’re just better). shinee tattoos sound so cute though!! i really want a skz one someday! or at least something kpop related!

also, minors interacting on these blogs are so frustrating to me. like, i get it you’re curious, but why would you ever want to grow up sooner than necessary :(((

ily bb have a great day and week and life💕

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HIIIIII BBY I hope you’re having a good day ily !!!!!!

I’m glad the issue was resolved too ☹️ still sucks to have to have all my blurbs off here for good, but I do feel a weight off my shoulders about it and I’m not planning on leaving or anything so I just want to continue writing stuff I’m proud of and keep this as drama-free as possible 🫶 it seems like a good chunk of my new followers are here from my longer fics and that genuinely warms my heart so much, I hope you guys like the next few just as much and I promise to make them the best quality they can be 🥹

AAAAAA let me know what you get if you do get a tattoo!! That’s so exciting!!!! I have so many little ones planned it feels weird not having a larger piece queued up but I need to wait until inspiration hits otherwise I’ll just end up getting something random and regretting it 😭 I think I have 3 kpop tattoos now and I love them all so much! Def plan on getting more and I totally recommend kpop tattoos it’s sooo much fun explaining them to people 👼🫶

Also agreed about the minor thing 🤕 I get messages like those nearly every week now and I just block them, but it’s always so disheartening to see minors admitting to reading your work or interacting with you. Like there is no role a 25-year old should play in your life!!! Not even as a friend!! Go outside and be a kid, don’t be in such a rush to grow up 😭

ILY BBYYYY I hope your week is going so well 💘💞💕💖💝✨👼

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

[gakehc]

Temptation (Part 1)

You and Chris Motionless are always chatting but you both never saw each other in person. Now that he is finally in your country, you will need to work hard to not fall into his arms and end up in bed with him.

♡ Author's note: I've thinking about this for a while and decided to write but It took me some time to be totally satisfied. It's long and longer than anything I ever written before. The reason why I chose Stockholm it's because it was the first place that came to my mind. I hope you guys like it. I would love some feedback 🖤 it's a very soft imagine so I guess it's safe for everyone.

♡ Warnings:  This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction writen. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too serious. +18 only.

♡ Characters: Chris Motionless×reader

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It's a perfect day for a tour around Stockholm. The weather is good: not too cold and not too hot, just nice. You wait for Chris in the hotel lobby where the band is staying until their concert tomorrow night. Even though you are doing your best to stay chill, your heart doesn't do its job properly. It beats so hard and fast that anyone in the lobby can hear it. You and Chris have been talking for a whole year and it's the first time you are going to meet him in person. You are both single, have a lot in common and of course there's a little bit of flirting going on sometimes, especially from Chris.

Suddenly your heart stops beating for a few seconds when you feel two hands covering your eyes from behind. You touch them for a few seconds and they are really big, such long fingers that makes you have some naughty thoughts. You know it's him. 

"Chris?" you ask.

"It could be anyone else?".

Chris speaks right next to your ear, his voice sounding velvety enough to make your whole skin shiver but you try to hide any emotion that your body may show. You turn around to face him. He has a mixed aura around him, his height and all black clothes matching his black painted nails gives him an intimidating look but the wide smile on his face and the absence of his gothic makeup makes him look cute in some way.

He opens his arms to receive you in a tight hug and you feel reluctant at first, but he grabs you before you could make any move or say something. It feels soft and warm to be around his arms and you let yourself loose for a few seconds. Chris smells so good that you're sure you will never forget his musky scent. 

"Finally" he murmurs. Chris is very happy to see you in person after such a long time. At the moment he saw you there, standing alone at the hotel lobby while you played with the hem of the black tight dress that you're wearing, he felt the urge to have you in his arms. And now that he is finally hugging you for the first time, he can feel how soft your skin is and how your vibrant red hair smells like cherry. He doesn't want to let you go. 

"It's nice to finally meet you" he says. 

"I know".

"I hope you are not disappointed with what you saw".

"What?" You look at his face again. 

He laughs but you are still looking serious at him. Of course you think he is beautiful. He is not like any other man you can find in any corner: Chris has unique features that make you find him absolutely charming. His height, long legs and strong arms covered in tattoos are very attractive, his nose is so big and manly in a very sexy way and his eyes are colored in a beautiful shade of brown and it's almost impossible to look away from them while Chris stares at you. 

"You silly" you roll your eyes.

"And you…" he looks at you from head to toe "I have no words".

"It's better this way". 

Chris likes to praise you a lot. He likes to let you know how much he admires you and finds you beautiful, not only externally but also internally. Even though you have some confidence about your look you don't know how to deal with his compliments and you know why: you don't want to fall in love with him. It's a hard battle for you since you and Chris have so much in common. For you, it's not only about the way he looks, it's also about the way he treats you so carefully and respectfully. He never crossed any line that he shouldn't be supposed to. But one of the things you love the most about him is how he is down to Earth, even though he is fucking Chris Motionless. You could be just a desperate fan trying to get his attention and fuck him but he trusts you and knows that you are not like this - even though you are extremely atracted to him, but he is also to you anyway. 

"You guys will have enough time to date later" Ricky appears, smirking at me like the funny guy he is "Hi!".

You had a few opportunities to talk to Ricky and the other guys on the band, especially when Chris was taking a break from the studio and used to facetime you. They are all nice to you and treat you friendly, which makes you feel welcomed to hang out with them. 

"Hey you!" It's time for Vinny to greet you, cute like he always is "It's nice to meet you".

"Nice to meet you, too" you smile. 

Soon, the lobby gets full of tattooed guys ready to tour around the city. They already have plans and Chris wants you to join them, which you think it's a great idea because you don't want to be alone with him for too much time. You are not sure if he has second intentions with you because he is always respectful and doesn't tend to push the limits when he flirts with you but you know that, if he does, it's an awful idea to surrender.

"So, where are you going to take us?" Chris asks. 

You start to panic for a few seconds. You actually don't live in Stockholm, you live in a nearby city so you traveled by an hour to be here. You thought that they had their plans already so you didn't think a lot about what places you would take them. 

"I'm joking" he laughs.

"Shit!" You give a soft punch on his chest.

Chris always catches you with this kind of jokes and you always fall. You don't know how you didn't learn to resist yet. 

                          •

You and the boys are probably at the third museum of the day. You didn't think that they would enjoy this kind of activity but it turns out they're just like the other tourists after all. They want to see everything and learn about the place. It's almost getting dark and you can feel your feets hurting because of all of the walking you had in one day - even though you are wearing your most comfortable sneakers - but you're having so much fun with them that the pain doesn't bother you that much.

"I'm feeling hungry" Chris says with a soft low voice near to your ear as he wants to keep this a private conversation.

"Me too" you use the same tone of voice.

"We should find a nice place to eat".

"It's the best idea you ever had".

He smirks and grabs your hand as you get out of the museum. Chris seems like he wants to runway from his friends and he walks so fast that you have trouble keeping his pace.

"Calm down, I have short legs!" You say.

"Sorry dear!" He laughs. 

"Why are we running away? I bet they are hungry, too". 

"Because I want to be alone with you".

Shit. Is this a good idea after all? You don't want to give him the opportunity to change his behavior towards you because you know that the moment he starts to flirt with you, you are going to do the same. You just can't resist his flirting games and there's a huge chance that your relationship with Chris turns from a naughty friendship to one of you falling in love and probably it's going to be you. Everything seems to work against you both when it comes to romance: you guys live far far away from each other. You have your career in Sweden and Chris is the lead singer of a very successful band that is always touring around the globe. You would never want to distract him from what is the most important thing in his life. He loves his fans and his band. All the flirting that has been going on between you is supposed to be just for fun. Besides that, your heart has been hurted more than just one time and you don't want to suffer again. 

Chris also had a lot of hard times in his love life but there's something about you that doesn't make him so afraid of letting himself go. He knows all the consequences, all the shit he would have to deal with to be with you, but he doesn't mind. You're worth it. It's just a matter of you showing him that your heart is open for him and he is ready to take his place in. 

"I don't know if we should" you say, making him stop.

"Why? Do you think that you can't resist me?" He smiles and you let go of his hand.

"N-no, I mean… maybe they would be worried about you. You guys don't know the city".

"I don't think they would. That's not a better company than a local friend". 

"I don't know Stockholm that much!". 

"But I trust you. Don't you trust me?".

You do, of course you do. You could trust your life to him. 

"I-I do" you stutter.

"So come with me". 

He caresses the back of your hand with his thumb as you feel uncertain. Your head is telling you to get back to the museum but your heart - and your body - it's telling you to go with him. There's no lust in his gaze, just hope. He really wants to spend some time only with you and he knows why you are feeling so afraid.

"Seems like I'm going to need to take a more radical attitude" he says.

With no effort, Chris takes you by the waist and throws you on his shoulders, walking to the museum's exit. You try to be mad but you burst out laughing, slapping a few times on his back. Finally he puts you on the ground, laughing non stop at your attitude. 

"Alright" you are still laughing "But let's not take too long to get back with the other guys, ok?".

"Sure, anything you want".

You roll your eyes as you hear those worlds. He was just about to take you out in his arms because you said no and now he is telling you that he will do what you want. Chris can be really sassy when he wants to. He grabs your hand again as you look for a taxi or something. When you finally find one, he opens the door for you like the gentleman he is. Sitting by his side makes your stomach burn with anxiety. 

"Do you know some good coffee place nearby?" You ask the driver in swedish.

"Yes, I will take the couple there. There's a place where I like to take my fiancé. They have some delicious pies and just across the street it's the park where you can sit on the grass and eat. It's very romantic".

The driver thinks you are a couple and thank god Chris can't understand Swedish because he will love to hear it and tease you with that. Actually, he would get in the game and pretend that you're indeed his girlfriend. 

"What is he saying?" He ask.

"I just asked for a place recommendation. He said there's a nice one nearby". 

"Are you sure this was the only thing he said? You look nervous".  

"Yes, don't worry". 

You try to breathe normally and look outside the window to distract yourself from the fact that Chris is by your side. Your thighs are touching and soon he grabs your hand again. You're sweating a little bit and you hope he doesn't notice that you're trembling as well. 

It takes only a few minutes and the taxi drive is over. You two arrive in a small cafe with a very tempting showcase full of pastries and breads. You are dying to eat something and drink a nice cup of coffee and so is Chris. He finds a nice table a little far from the door and the waitress gives you the menu. You can't concentrate and think straight even though you are starving so you decide to ask for a pie since the taxi driver said it's really good. Chris asks for a traditional Swedish cheesecake and a large cup of coffee.

You try to distract yourself by watching the people on the street but you can feel that he is staring at you. He starts to laugh a little bit, which makes you face him.

"What?" You ask. 

"I didn't know you were so shy. It's cute". 

"I'm not shy!".

"Yes you are. If you are not, why can't you look at me for too long?".

Because you don't want to. There's something about his eyes that makes you want to lose control and throw yourself at Chris like he is the last man on Earth. It's not hard for him to seduce people, they tend to fall for him even when he is not trying at all. 

"Look at me" he says and you decide to do it "See? It doesn't hurts".

It actually hurts. It hurts the fact that you live on opposite sides of the planet and you can't touch him like you want, whenever you want to. You can't let yourself loose for Chris Motionless. 

Finally the food arrives so you don't need to answer him. He gives the first bite on his cheesecake and he rolls his eyes like he is feeling the biggest pleasure of his life. This makes you imagine how he looks when he is having a good time in bed. It must be very sexy. Shit! What the fuck are you doing? You should not think about those things! When you both finish eating, he pays the bill and you go outside.

"Let's go to the park" he says, grabbing your hand. No! Not the romantic park!

"We should get back with the boys". 

"No! Please! I've been seeing those guys everyday for a few weeks now. I want to enjoy your company".

"Ok, but only for 15 minutes".

"Yeah, alright" he sounds ironic. 

Of course you are not going to stay there for only 15 minutes. If it depends on Chris, you would stay there until night so you can watch the stars in the sky, laying together in the grass, you relaxed in his arms with your head on his chest. Then, when the place would be empty like a cemetery at night, he would have sex with you right there. 

You both find a nice spot to sit, far from where there are some kids playing. You cross your legs and he sits right by your side. Soon, the mood changes a little bit and you are just chilling together and talking about whatever comes to mind. Chris enjoys listening to you while you talk about your favorite movies or the books you are currently reading. She just likes to see you excited about something, to see you happy.

His brown eyes are shining like the most beautiful diamond as he rests his chin on his hand. He smirks at you and you just stop talking because his gaze makes you lose your words. 

"I think I'm talking too much" you say, feeling shy.

"Absolutely no! I love to hear your voice in person, it sounds more beautiful than on the phone. It makes me sad that I can't hear it more often". 

You know how it feels. His voice is the most beautiful one you have ever heard in your life. 

"It's kinda late" you say.

"You are doing everything to get rid of me, huh?". 

"It's not that!" It kinda is, actually. 

"I don't want you to leave me yet".

"We will see each other again tomorrow at the concert".

"But it's not the same. I wish you could stop running away from me. Am I too annoying?".

"No! Absolutely not! It's just that…" you can't find the right words.

"We've been friends for a whole year now, you can be honest with me".

You know you can tell him the truth, you just don't know if it's the right thing to do. You don't want to give him any hope about you both being together as a couple or even friends with benefits. As much as you would love to go back to the hotel with him and spend the whole night having the wildest sex of your life, you can't do this. It's not a fucking good idea!

"I don't want to do anything that will make me miss you more than I should". 

Chris stays silent but still staring at you, his eyes turning darker. He knows you are talking very seriously now. There's no place for jokes and silly flirting games. Your heart it's about to explode as you wait for him to say something. He is not the kind of guy who shares his feelings a lot but the trust he builded in you is big, just like it is to you. Maybe it's time for him to say something. 

"I had to think a lot before asking you to spend the day with me. I didn't want to miss you so much like the way I'm going to when I leave Sweden. But I came to the conclusion that what I wanted the most was to have the experience of being with you, enjoying you, hearing your voice and touching you, being able to feel all the feelings you would make me feel. I'm sure I won't regret this later even if I will miss you so much that it will start to hurt. The pain will be worth it". 

These words crash around you like a fucking meteore destroyng everything and reducing you into small pieces. You wonder if your brain will be able to think of some words to answer as you have no idea what to say. There's a little bit of fear in Chris's eyes and the last thing you want is to hurt him. 

"I don't want you to feel pressured, I'm sorry" he says because you didn't say anything yet.

"Chris… I…" 

You don't want to lie to him. There's so many things you don't want to do and maybe some of them are impossible to escape. You touch his face as he closes his eyes, feeling your soft skin caressing his cheek slowly. He looks vulnerable under your touch, what makes your heart ache even more. 

"You are one of the most important people in my life right now. Actually, there's no one who knows me the best like you do. I know I can open myself for you and you will never judge me and my feelings. That's why I don't want to lie to you. I've been counting the days to be with you and now that the day it's ending I feel my heart getting heavier with each minute I spend with you because they will be the last ones for a really long time". 

He opens his eyes and you find it harder to say what you need to say when he is looking at you. But you need to do it anyway. 

"But I also fear that if we go too far we will suffer in the future. The thought of you suffering because of me kills me in a slow way. You have a career to focus on and I would be a huge distraction for you. I don't want to be on your way and I don't want to distract myself from the things I want to achieve as well. You already live in my head and my heart full time".

He gives you a comfort smile, feeling more relieved just to know how important he is to you. But of course there's a disappointment in his heart because he knows you won’t change your mind. All he wants now is to kiss you for the first and the last time but he understands that it would be hard for you to go on if this happens. He wants to respect you in the first place and if this means that he will never be able to feel your lips on his, he will accept it. 

"I appreciate you being honest with me" he says.

"I would never fool you".

For the first time in the day you decide to look at your cell phone screen to know what time it is. The guys are probably wondering where Chris is at and you don't want him to have any kind of issue with his band mates. 

"I think I'd better get going" you say, the words come out with pain.

"It's not that late".

"Yeah but I think that will be better if I have a good night of sleep before going to the concert tomorrow".

"I understand…".

He stands on his feets and helps you get up. The feeling of his skin on yours is so good that it makes your eyes teary. You are staying at an Airbnb apartment, it's a small place but perfect for you to stay for three days in the city. It's not that far away from the concert venue and the hotel the band is staying so Chris is going with you. Here comes another taxi drive. This time, you both stay silent but Chris doesn't take his hand off from yours again. Even though you are going to see him tomorrow at the concert it feels like you will never see him again. 

"That's where I'm staying" you say and the taxi stops in front of the building. 

"Can I go with you for a few minutes? I want to say bye to you in a proper way".

"Sure".

It's a small three floor building with red bricks on the wall and small windows. You're staying on the second floor and Chris makes sure to leave you safe and sound at the apartment door. Of course you are going to let him in for a few minutes. 

"Make yourself comfortable" you say as you open the door and turn the lights on.

"I don't want to feel comfortable here because it will get harder to leave".

You sigh as Chris holds you tight, stroking your hair gently. You sink your face into his chest, taking the opportunity to smell a little more of his cologne. You don't want to cry, you can't cry! Not in front of him. 

"I hope you enjoyed my company" he says, his chin touching the top of your head.

"Of course I did" your voice is weak.

You are not that short but you are small compared to him so it feels like he could be a human shield protecting you from anything bad. He surely would do anything to protect you, there's no doubt for him. 

When he leaves, you close the door and try to not look behind. Fuck! You wish this could be easier. You can feel his cologne in your clothes and in your hair and you don't want the smell to disappear. You know that it's a bad idea but you decide to look at the window and you see Chris standing there on the sidewalk, probably waiting for a car. Your body almost screams to the need of feeling his hands touching every single piece of your skin, all the different and new things he would make you feel. Is it really worth it to never feel his lips on yours? To never feel him inside of you, taking your body for him, letting him make you feel so much pleased that you would never be the same again? Your brain starts to fry because of all of these questions and you have just a few seconds to make a decision. Are you going to let him go?

PART II

#motionless in white #miw #chris motionless #motionless in white fanfic #miw fanfic

[undertale-writing-times]

Can I ask how the skeletons react to a s/o’s tattoos? Not like really small ones, but big ones, like covering their elbows and covering their thighs!

Dealer’s choice :)

Oh I like this one! I love tattoos, they're so fun.

Hope you enjoy this ^^

Nightmare: When Nightmare first saw your tattoos, he was a tad confused. What was that? Why did you have markings covering your body? When you explained what they were, and how you got them, he would be honestly quite impressed with you. That sounds like it could be a very painful thing to have to do, and yet you didn't even have to do it. You wanted to! He would trace his fingers over the lines of your tattoo, asking if they have any stories or reasons behind them, and if not, then he wouldn't quite care but if so, he wishes to hear all of them. If you ever got a tattoo of him? Or something like him or hinted at him? He's going to get a strange feeling in his chest.

Dream: Dream's going to see the markings that cover your body, and he's going to be so enthusiastic! They're so colorful! When are they going to fade away? Wait what? What do you mean that they aren't going to be fading away? How do you do it? When you explain to him that they use needles and such to push the ink into the skin layer he... honestly might just pass out. He's feeling dizzy. How can you do that?! That sounds so painful! He understands small things but yours are huge! He has so much more respect for you after all that.

Dusty: The tattoos are, honestly, one of the first things that he notices about you. They're bright, and they're so big. He won't ask about them, of course, despite that will stare and study them whenever he gets a chance to. It isn't until they get together, does he feel safe and brave enough to ask to see them! He does know what tattoos are, they've been to a few AU's that had those, and he thinks that it's pretty damn cool that his datemate has them. He does wonder about the stories and stuff that goes along with the tattoos, and if you have any, he would love to hear them... he kind of wishes that he could get a tattoo to give hints to his brother, Pappy, though also knows that that might not... be the best idea. At least he can see yours. You'll often catch him tracing his finger along them while making sure not to accidentally cut you while you two are laying together.

Drain: When he first sees your tattoos, they do catch his eye. It's pretty cool you have markings all over your body, he had some of those too, they're normally black but change color depending on whichever emotion that he's feeling. He thinks that it's pretty interesting! He wants to, honestly, know what kind of stories those tattoos have, what are they? They'll keep his attention for a little while, then he'll forget about them and honestly not really care much afterwards. It isn't that he's a dick or anything, just things need to be different for him to pay attention to them and he's already seen them.

Glitch: They think that your tattoos are the coolest thing in the world! The only thing that would make it cooler, is if they were able to design one or two for you! Maybe? Please? They have so many ideas that would most likely look amazing on you, and you would like it! They promise. When they first saw all of your tattoos, they got so excited and started to ask too many questions and it makes them start to glitch out, so it's honestly a bit hard to understand what they're trying to say. It's just because they're so excited, and if you tell them that you can't understand them, they'll get so embarrassed. Just answer anything they ask, and they'll calm down after a while, but you've got them into designing things.

Scales: Scales found it funny that that's what people call him, even though he's an octopus but eh, whatever. When he first sees your tattoos, they catch his attention and he swims over, reaching up to touch the colorful picture on your skin asking a few questions. How did these appear on your skin? Do humans get them when they do something special? You tell him no, that you just got that because you thought it was nice, and you wanted it. He thinks that it makes a weird amount of sense... how do you get it? When you tell him exactly how, he's a little shocked and squints, scooting a tad away since that's a pretty weird thing to do Y/n.

Shark: Shark saw your tattoos and he thinks that they're very pretty! He loves the fact that you have those weird markings all over you. He brings up often how much he likes them, saying that they look cool! Amazing! Until one day, he asks "Hey, what are those?" because... he has no idea. When you explain to him how you got all those 'markings' on your body, he's a little shocked that you would do something like that! Is... that dangerous at all? Would it kill you if you kept doing it? You have to explain that it isn't dangerous at all for you, then he'll think that it's cool! He likes the fact that you have those markings, and wants to hear everything about them.

#undertale imagines #undertale ask blog #undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #Dreamtale #Dreamtale Nightmare #Dreamtale Dream #Inkswap #Errorswap #Dusttale #Dusty #Dust Sans #Mertale #Mertale Sans #Mertale Papyrus #Dream #Nightmare #utmv #Scales #Shark #Drain #Glitch #Tattoos

[chibinekochan]

Lilies and Thorns pt 6

part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 

Obey me! Masterlist

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Sadly, I can't come to any solution. 

I still like Diavolo, meeting my soulmate hasn't changed that at all. Maybe that is the most important part after all?

In these two days, I have seen how some Soulmate relationships are just not as they seem in shows or movies. 

Love seems to be more complex than tattoos on skin.

At some point, I stand up, shake my body, and stretch. Then I smack my cheeks and decide to make the most out of the upcoming pool party.

Love be damned! 

I giggle at that thought and find some slightly risky swimwear that makes me feel great when I wear it. 

I put a hoodie and some shorts over my swimwear. I want to give Diavolo a surprise reveal.

I arrive at the pool.  There are some people around it. Some are flirting, others are playing in the pool, and some just seem to relax.

I stroll around for a bit, looking for Diavolo. 

Then I spot Asmo, who is surrounded by people. Well, it's no wonder, he is very popular. Soon I also see Satan talking to some people. I didn't think that he would be so social. Maybe he was just moody last night. 

If these two are around then surely Lucifer can't be far away. Knowing well about the hijinks that the brothers are known to cause.

I try to spot the raven-haired male but when I find him my heart clenches. He stands with Diavolo.

They seem very much into their conversation. I don't feel like I should bother them. 

I decide on just getting a drink for now and wait for my chance.

Then Diavolo spots me and waves me over with an excited look on his face. A bit hesitant, I walk over to them.

"Ah, there you are, I have been looking for you." He is friendly as always and looks great in swim trunks. I admire his body for a brief moment.

"Hi Diavolo, Hello Lucifer." I smile at both of them.

"Hello, nice seeing you again. We were just about to wrap our conversation up so please enjoy your time." Lucifer seems a bit stiff around me. It's understandable, considering everything.

"We all need to get together at some point though." Diavolo is strangely insisting on this.

"I assume that you just want to show off but I will indulge you." Lucifer chuckles lightly and then turns to me. "You have to be careful around him. He is trouble." Lucifer sounds almost playful in his words. I can tell that he cares about Diavolo in his own way.

"I already know that much but I think I'm trouble for him too," I say, giggling slightly.

"Then he is in good company. We will see each other tomorrow, have fun." I somehow feel that Lucifer said this to approve of our relationship. Which is nice of him.

Lucifer then walks away, in the direction of his brothers.

"I'm no trouble at all I promise." Diavolo looks at me with big eyes. "Somehow I can't believe it but we will have to see. Anyway, I hope I wasn't interrupting." I smile and address my worries.

"We were just talking about the past. Up until now, a lot has been left unsaid but now things are changing. I apologized to him for my awful timing and he apologized for being so brutal with me. I think now we can finally heal our relationship into a real friendship." Diavolo talks openly about this and it makes me feel good that he isn't hiding anything. 

One point still bothers me though. "Do you still have feelings for him?" 

"For a long time I thought I did but now I know it was just a fantasy." Diavolo looks intently at me.

"How did you figure that out?" It makes me genuinely curious.

"Before I answer you, I must ask you about Barbatos. He told me that he is your soulmate. So now I have to know if that changed anything for you?" He looks very, serious, like he is bracing for a heavy impact. 

"I have no feelings for Barbatos if that's what you wish to know. I also have no interest in pursuing him either." I calmly and clearly state the facts.

Diavolo lets out a sigh of relief. Then all the trouble on his face disappears. "Great, in that case, let's enjoy the party." 

Diavolo holds his large hand out towards me and smiles like the sun. 

"Yes, let's go for a swim!" Full of excitement I undress my hoodie and shorts and Diavolo can now see my swimwear for the first time.

"You look marvelous!" His eyes are all over my body and he looks like he likes what he sees. It's a huge success for me.

"I'm glad you like it. I went riskier than usual but it was well worth it." I wink playfully at him.

"I'm quite honored, even when it troubles me that everyone can see you like this but then again I want to show everyone how amazing you look. Such an inner conflict." Diavolo looks a bit troubled. I find this very adorable.

"Don't worry I got only eyes for you, besides no one will look when we swim." I genuinely smile at him. Feeling such warm joy in my heart.  I finally take his hand and drag him with me.

He is a bit surprised but seems to like it. I enter the nice pool water. "Diavolo come in, the water is gorgeous." I lure him in with a sweet voice.

Diavolo doesn't hesitate and follows me into the water.

I then take the opportunity to splash him and laugh.

"Hey, you didn't warn me about this!" He laughs at my unexpected move. Diavolo tries to splash me back with water but I avoid getting hit.

I giggle and start to swim away. "Not so fast, Diavolo. First, you have to catch me." I stick my tongue out at him for good measure.

Diavolo laughs out loud and lunges at me, but misses and swims after me.

This chance goes on for a bit until he has me cornered. He is smiling brightly, his hair dripping wet and the sun makes his muscles almost shiny.

He looks at me intently, and our faces get closer and closer. My heart starts to hammer in my chest. His skin is touching mine just enough to feel his body heat. 

I shiver slightly anticipating his kiss. I can't believe how much I want it. 

Then someone bumps into Diavolo, causing both of us to break out of our trance. 

"This is a bad place for this." Diavolo sighs slightly. I had completely forgotten where we are. I now notice that we are surrounded by other people. I giggle when I realize that. "You are right." 

"We should head somewhere more private." Despite being this public Diavolo stays close to me. I hope he is just as reluctant as I am to let go. 

Before I can answer, I see Barbatos approaching us with quick steps. "My lord, I apologize but there is something that needs your attention." It looks like he is a bit bothered to interrupt us.

"I see, that sounds quite bad. I'm very sorry but I will have to take care of that." Diavolo looks deeply sorry. 

"It's alright, it must be very important. I hope I can see you later." I smile, feeling a bit disappointed but I understand. 

"I will solve whatever it is until the evening I promise." He sincerely smiles at me.

"That is a bold statement, my lord." Barbato snickers in the background.

"I will keep my promise." Diavolo doesn't take the bait and stays confident. 

"I will wait for you." I smile at him, I just can't help but believe him.

Diavolo gets out of the pool and heads straight into the mansion.

I leave the water as well and decide to take it easy with a book and a couple of drinks at the poolside.

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Im sorry that posting updates for this story is currently slow.

#obeyme #omwsd #lilies and thorns #obey me! #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo

[offical-fiction-queen]

“I love you” (T. Shigaraki)

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"Thanks for letting me go with you. I had fun." Toga thanks me. "Um, no problem." I reply in a way that sounded more like a question. "I honestly don't see how a trip to the pharmacy is fun, but I'm glad you enjoyed it." The girl hugged me tightly. "Doing anything with you is fun. Shiggy never lets me go anywhere." The blonde shapeshifting vampire tells me. I was about to say something but I was cut off.

"It's because you're a little sociopath." Dabi says from his place at the bar.

"And you're a psychopathic pyromaniac." Toga counters.

And of course that leads to a small argument, like the ones you'd have with a sibling. I shook my head and grabbed a small first aid kit before I left to go upstairs. I just know I'm gonna need it. Tomura was already on the verge of throwing a tantrum before I left, so I'm quite sure he's probably already reopened some wounds.

When I reached his room I knocked on the door and waited for an answer. "Go away!" I hear him yell from the opposite side of the door. Knowing that he actually doesn't want to be alone, I entered anyway. Nothing in his room was broken this time, but it was really dusty. Did he seriously decay half of the furniture in his room?

"Didn't i tell you to go away?" Tomura asks irritably while scratching himself aggressively. "You did, but i chose to ignore you." I replied while I began removing the dusty blanket from his worn out bed.

"What are you doing?" He asks with a growl.

I gave him the 'bitch are you serious?' look then pointed at the bed. We literally go through this every time he scratches himself until he bleeds, which is happening more often now.

Tomura grumbled something but obeyed my silent command anyway, by sitting down and placing his bloody hands, palm side up, on his lap.

After assessing the damage, I realize that its worse than I expected it. I thought I would be able to only wipe the blood away and bandage it up, but this looks like it needs stitches. "Unfortunately, it looks like you're gonna need stitches this time," I tell him while examining the rest of his neck as well. "you managed to reopen a wound that was healing and made it even deeper."

He just grumbled and left his room to go to the makeshift "infirmary", i followed closely behind.

Already knowing what to do, he takes a seat near the sink and waited for me to clean him up. I cleaned and bandaged the minor cuts before working on the worst one. "You really need to find a new coping method." I tell him in a gentle voice as i spray him with anticeptic and numbing spray that would usually be used on skin before getting a tattoo. You'd think a guy like him can handle some amount of pain, but on the contrary, his pain tolerance is really low.

"Sure." Tomura says dismissively as he watches me thread the needle.

I sighed as I stood between his legs, before I inserted the needle into his skin. This made him wince in pain which I whispered an apology in reply even though it's far from my fault that he's in this situation. Despite the fact that I was giving all of my attention to my current task, I allowed my mind to wonder a bit.

My imagination always gets the best of me. In situations like this I always think about the long list of 'what ifs'. This time I thought about 'what if Tomura knew I love him?' But would it really make a difference if he knew? What type of reaction do I even expect? Would he even give a reaction at all? What is our relationship or do we even have one? He tolerates me the most and feels comfortable enough to be vulnerable with me. I'm the only one allowed to touch him or be this close to him.

Other members of the league tease us or make suggestive remarks about us being a couple, and Tomura has never denied it. But I know that's not solid proof of how he feels about me.

He's just so broken.

When I was done with the minor procedure I admired my work. The gash just above his collarbone was now almost completely closed except for the micro holes left in his skin due to the needle punctures. Only very tiny specks of blood remained.

"Thank you." Tomura thanked me after sitting in silence for however long it took me to finish mending his wound.

"You're welcome." I replied with a smile while walking away, "why don't you go shower and change into something comfortable then meet me in my room. I'm gonna clean up here first."

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"Are you still hungry?" I ask the blue haired guy that's sitting on the edge of my bed. "No I'm fine." Tomura says while handing me his empty plate. I texted Kurogiri to ask him to open a portal so I can put the plates in the sink without leaving my room.

I look at Tomura again and I see him tracing over his stitches with two fingers.

"Can you not do that please?" I ask even though my sentence wasn't meant to be a question.

"It's itchy." Tomura simply states.

"I know but I don't wanna see you in pain again. I hate seeing my loved ones suffering."

"You love me?" Tomura asks as he puts his hand down as I requested earlier. I didn't answer right away because I had to think about what I just said.

I guess I took too long to respond because he turns to look at me, patiently waiting for me to say something.

I didn't mean to confess my feelings for him like this but it's too late to take it back even if I wanted to.

"It's okay if you don't. I'm used to people only fearing me or them being disgusting by me."

After hearing those words my heart dropped immediately. I crawled over to where he's sitting and grabbed his gloved hand, this automatically captured his attention. "I do love you. I can see pass your 'big bad villain' facade. And I love what I see." I confess waiting for him to say something.

"I never really understood the meaning of love. But I feel less bad around you. I... I don't know if that makes sense." He admits then looks away, "I trust you more than anyone here. That's why I let you get close to me physically and I guess emotionally at times. But can't say that I love you too."

"It's okay. You don't have to say it, just hearing you say that you trust me is enough." I reply with a smile. I held his other hand too which made him look at me again. "Do you trust me?" Tomura questions with a hopeful expression.

He's a murderer, mentally unstable, emotionally unavailable and there's a thousand and one more logical reasons of why I shouldn't love or even trust him.

But I'm fucked up too, apparently.

"I trust you too."

Hope you liked this!! feel free to share your thoughts, I wanna know what my readers are thinking❤️

#my hero academia #fan fiction #my hero academia one shots #mha #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura

[wetbloodworm]

doing a merripen run in bg3 so some notes on that. not spoiler-free!!

technically i started a run and lost it to patch/mod fuckery so i had to start over but i'm not too mad about that. i used a masc body and voice for him in the first run before realizing i don't have to do that just because he's a man. body 1 and one of the fem voices fit him better. he doesn't have to look or sound any particular way to unequivocally be a man. this is so freeing and when i remade him i was like YES this is IT that's MY BOY!! and ty larian for just letting me select his gender separately from these factors, unlike some games [makes direct eye contact with cp77]

went with great old one for his pact bc fathomless isn't an option. there's one on nexus but from what i can tell it doesn't utilize any dialogue tags, so great old one is good enough. they've both got tentacles it's fine

i'm gonna do something fun with this, which is decide when beul would be likely to try to take over and then use their lvl 10 character sheets to do a wisdom contest to see who wins. if beul wins, i'm playing it either until it would decide to pull back or at the start of the next long rest. this could have... consequences, considering beul is deeply homicidal. it's most likely to take over if it feels like the body is in danger and merri isn't handling the situation to its satisfaction, or if there’s an opportunity to gain power, or if there's an irresistible opportunity to kill people that merri isn't acting on. also if there's water nearby that it wants to jump into. the two can negotiate sometimes so it won't be EVERY time, but the two also don't get along great and beul can be spiteful. so we'll see how it goes.

merri really won't care about the tiefling/druid situation, like he gets feeling anxious about outsiders considering his upbringing but he also thinks the druids are being dicks. but it's also so not his problem. please just tell me where your healer is my brain is getting so crowded. since he's there he'll relay some info back and forth but he's not interested until zevlor implies someone should get rid of kagha. merri like well hang on now, THIS i can help with, if you can pay. i just have to figure out if merri would do his research first to minimize damage or if he's gonna just go after her immediately. might uh. might wait to level up some first if i'm turning the whole grove against me. because merri was not trained to minimize damage.

during the first run i was really not expecting him to go for laezel, but it turns out he really likes how direct and intense she is! when you agree to hook up she says something like 'i will come to your tent tonight and take you' and merri was just like

during her sex scene she also directs you and if you follow you're referred to as a lapdog and, yeah. yeah. merri's into being bossed around apparently.

i made a joke later on about him worrying about taking credit for something laezel did and wondering if she'd beat him up over it, but also is that actually a deterrent for him

i don't know if he'll do the full romance but we'll see

he does let astarion bite him though he makes him stop quick, and there's a war in his head because beul HATES this while merri is just yelling WE NEED HIM WE NEED HIM THERE'S A WORM IN MY BRAIN WE NEED OUR ALLIES DO NOT STAKE OUR ALLY!!!

merri is interested in power but not as much as beul. for instance, he would be on the fence about letting the hag take mayrina but beul might try to shove forward and agree to the deal. merri has NO interest in becoming the absolute but beul is super down for it. stuff like that. it'll be fun to see who wins out.

i just want wyll and merri to have warlock chats. oh your patron fucking sucks and took advantage of you in a dire situation? bro same. like the magic's great, but oof! the cost!

that's all i got for now except for this: a boy

tattoos are the closest i'm getting lmao. he should be bluer tbh i'll tweak that

#merripen tag

[moonyssmommyy]

~James Potter's Kinks and Turn Ons~

Pairing ~ James Potter × fem!reader

Warnings ~ nsfw content (which is pretty obvious by the title but if you need to hear it, this contains naughty content), Dom!reader, sub!James, mentions of Remus × reader, mentions of Sirius × reader, kinky shenanigans (knife play, somnophilia, masochism, pegging, and choking to name a few), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it!), and my own personal opinion!!!

Altocalciphilia - High Heels

• James thinks you look so sexy and powerful when you wear high heels. I can see him getting more, and more aroused as the sound of your heels clicking gets closer and closer

Corsetry - Corset Kink

• James is a simple man, he sees tits and he's excited, but corsets just do it in a way he'll never be able to get over. Your tits just look so pretty pushed right up in his face like that. They're so much bigger than they usually are. James doesn't really care how big they are though. All tits are good tits, especially yours. He'd also wear one if you wanted him to

Sitophilia - Food Play

• James thinks it's so fun. Putting whipped cream on your body, James could lick it all off so fast, one big swipe, but teasing you with the tip of his tongue is just so much more fun. You licking chocolate sauce off his chest has him shuddering and holding his breath. He'd also like to arrange little candies all over your body and slowly eat them off. Prepare to be still for quite some time while he's laying them out though, James is a literal man child so of course he has to make a pretty design with them before he eats them

Knife Play

• James thoroughly appreciates the beauty of a sharp knife in your hands when he's on his back laying completely still with you on top of him. Everytime the knife drags down his body his abdomen clenches hard with arousal. The shallow little cuts in his skin, little wounds he'll appreciate every day til they heal and fade. It's something so special to him, the way you could hurt him so badly, so easily, but choose not to. He likes the marks in his skin, the way you claim him.

Plushophilia - Performing sexual acts with a stuffed animal

• It's not in the extreme way as one might think, James doesn't cut holes in stuffed animals to fuck them. He just likes to rub himself on your stuffed animals to get off. They're so soft, and they smell like you too. It's almost like he's just learning how to get himself off. The way he's so frantic with it, his eyes screwed tightly shut and his shirt stuffed in his mouth in an attempt to quiet his loud moans. His hips move frantically, pushing his cock against the soft fur of whatever stuffed animal you've been spending the most time with until it's fur is matted together with his cum. James always feels really bad afterwards though. He got something so dear to you, so dirty all because he was selfish and couldn't wait until you got back home. So James washes the stuffed animal and puts it back in its place before leaving to get you a new one. Stuffed animals are one of James' go-to-gifts so it doesn't matter if you had a whole collection of them when you got together, or if you had the same one from your childhood, or even if you had none at all. You have a collection now, whether or not you did before.

Stigmatophilia - Tattoos and Piercings

• Not so much tattoos as piercings, tattoos are pretty, James thinks. They just don't get him all twisted up like piercings do. James regularly fantasizes about you with nipple piercings and a tongue piercing. He also thinks nose piercings are really hot for absolutely no reason at all.

Stockings

• He really doesn't know what about them gets him so hot and bothered. All he knows is that they're so hot and he's definitely bothered. He feels almost like they're teasing him in a way

Underwear

• Do I really need to explain? He can just picture you all dressed up in the pretty panties he not so secretly took from you as he jerks his cock. Two pairs are required to complete his ritual. One, to hold over his face and cover him so completely with you and your scent, and another to wrap around his cock and pump his solid shaft. Few things get him to cum as fast as this

Uniforms

• Neat and ruly, that's what uniforms are supposed to be, at least in James' opinion. Something about messing that tidiness up is so good to James. A gratification he simply can not pass up. That's why sex in an empty classroom or closet is frequent between the two of you. Not to mention the easy access your school uniform provides, all James has to do is press you up into a wall, flip your skirt up, and move your underwear aside.

Partialism - A sexual preference for a certain part of the body

• BOOBS! And thighs, James loooves thighs

Olfactophilia - Scent Kink

• Ties into the underwear thing, the smell of your cunt is something that makes him horny immediately. Sometimes just the smell of your perfume is enough to get him going

Somnophilia - engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person

• This goes both ways! I'm a firm believer in sleep whore Jamie and so at first it was purely accidental. Harmless grinding and little whimpers in his sleep as he had a particularly good dream. You were ok with that, infact you liked it. Sometimes you'd help him, slotting one of your legs between his thighs to give him something to grind on properly. You'd hold him tight with arousal burning in your belly waiting for him to wake up. James woke up once, during the middle of one of his little dreams. You hadn't woken up yet, and James knew it was ok for him to do it while he was asleep but he didn't know if it was ok to do it while you were asleep. Still, he couldn't stop himself. Something about the fact that maybe it wasn't ok only added to his pleasure. If it wasn't would you be mad at him? Would you spank him? God, he hoped you would. Or maybe, you wouldn't be mad at all, maybe you'd like it. That thought is what caused James to finish. Needless to say, James has a new found love for grinding himself into you while you're asleep. He'd also really love to actually fuck you if you'd let him, but he doesn't think you're quite there yet. You could fuck him though, James has already given you his explicit, enthusiastic consent. He's yours, completely, and he wants you to know that. He wants you to know that he trusts you enough to have him in a way he deems vulnerable while in an even more vulnerable state.

Intoxication - A preference for taking drugs or drinking alcohol before hand

• I also don't have a particular explanation for this one other than he just likes it. He thinks it's fun. When you're both tipsy and want each other so bad you're scrambling to take one another's clothes off. He'd also like to experiment with Viagra, whether you're both taking or just one of you

Masochism - Pain Kink

• I don't think there's any instance in which James would hurt you, and if he did I definitely don't think he'd like it. So sorry if that's your thing but I just don't think that's James'. I do, however, think that James would love the deliverance of pain brought about by your soft, loving hands. Even if they are spanking his ass until it's red and raw, especially if they're spanking his ass red and raw. He appreciates the gentle way you care for him afterwards just as much if not more than when you're inflicting pain. It's something so special, so sacred, shared only between the two of you. When you rub your hands gently over his sore ass, and kiss his back, and then his shoulder. When you hold him in your lap and kiss his head, and wipe his tears. Despite the height difference James has never felt smaller than in these moments.

Odaxelagnia - Biting

• James likes to bite. James also really likes being bitten. I'm not sure how else to explain it other than this. It ties into another of his kinks tho.

Puppy Play

• James Potter really is such a good boy. If you can get past the arrogant asshole layer. He's already quite like a puppy already. James is like a golden retriever with his need to please. He also gets quite sad without frequent socialization and proper attention. You just need to get a little golden tail and a little pair of golden ears for your golden boy. With or without the tail and ears he's still a puppy. He enjoys being pampered and taken care of. Having your nails scratching at his scalp as he eats you out. Petting his head as you ride him, bouncing on his cock. James' favorite part is the praise though. The soft little sound somewhat between a moan and whimper when you call him a good boy tells you all you need to know about that. His face flushes red from his neck to his ears because he can't help it. It's embarrassing the way the sound escapes before he even has a chance to stop it. While James is absolutely perfect his behavior isn't always. He's used to getting what he wants so sometimes he can be a bit bratty. He'll bury his face in your cunt and make you cum so hard, so fast to try to make up for the fact that he didn't listen. He'll ambush you in the shower, or when you're changing. When you're naked, and vulnerable and not expecting it at all he'll whimper and whine until you bend over and let him mate you. This goes both ways though and you're not sure what's worse, when James wants to fuck you right there, right now, or when James wants to be fucked right there, right now. Either way he's your poor little horny pup and you'd definitely be lying if you said you didn't thoroughly enjoy when he fucked you or when you fucked him. You just wished he'd be a little more patient sometimes, but that's okay. Puppies can be trained

Vampire - The sexual fascination or fetishization of vampires

• I'm also not sure how to explain this one 😭 I just think he'd be really into it

Pegging

• I mean, I could explain but do I really need to??? James gets pegged on the reg and that's LAW

Rimming

• James would absolutely lose his mind if you laid him down and licked him out the way he did you. I think @morwap is so right about James being super sensitive...everywhere. So I think he'd really enjoy it. James would also return the favor if it pleased you but I don't think it's something he's particularly into on his own

Barebacking - Preference for sex without a condom

• I just think that he'd prefer to have sex without a condom. Wearing one kind of suppresses some of the feeling, and James just doesn't like the way they feel. Without one everything is so much more intense. I also think he'd have a preference for cumming inside of you which he obviously cannot do if he's wearing a condom

Clothed Sex

• Ties into the uniform thing, and the corset thing, and the stocking thing. He thinks it's super hot that you both want each other so bad you can't even wait to take your clothes off. He's also like to fuck you while you're still nice and pretty in your lingerie

Spanking

• James absolutely lives for the warm sting of your hand coming into into contact with his ass repeatedly. Could honestly cum from just that alone and he has before. So if you're thinking of using that as a way to punish him it's much more a funishment. On the flip side he also likes spanking you. Watching your ass jiggle underneath his palms makes him so excited

Internal Cumshots

• Cumming inside of you is hands down James' favorite place to finish. Sure he likes giving you a facial, or coating your tits with his release as much as the next guy, but cumming inside you is definitely sexist to James. It's just as emotionally satisfying for him as it is physically. It makes him feel more bonded to you, closer, in a way. He definitely fetishizes it more than he should. In a way it's also like coming home (no pun intended). Your cunt is so warm around him, so inviting with your legs wrapped around him nice and tight. It's sort of comforting to him in a way I guess. He feels safe and protected. He also feels like he's marking you as his and he really likes that.

Interfemoral Sex - Thigh Fucking

• Thrusting his cock between your legs and fucking your thighs is a huge turn on for James. They're so soft, and so warm, and seeing his cum all over you when he's done drives him crazy

Pictophilia - Watching Porn

• James likes watching porn. Lots of guys do and he happens to be one of them. He's not ashamed about it or anything (he thinks everyone watches porn tbh). James does have a tendency to find porn stars that resemble you in a remarkably uncanny way though. He would also really, really like to watch porn with you

Sensory Deprivation

• James thinks of it as a more extreme version of sensation play. He enjoys the heightened experience that comes along with being blindfolded or blindfolding you. It surprised you how even when you're the one blindfolded you're still in control, it also surprised you just how much you liked it. It really makes you focus on how good James is making you feel. You're more keen to the heady scent that is James looming over you. To the taste of him in your mouth, and the sound of him whimpering and moaning into your neck as he thrusts inside you. James really gets off on that, knowing your focus is entirely on him and him alone. Blindfolding James is a little...difficult. He likes it, he really does but it also frustrates him greatly. James likes to be able to look at you whilst you two are doing intimate things. He likes to see you, likes to see your reactions so he knows he's doing good, not just that you're telling him he is, and it sort of upsets him when he can't. So as much as James enjoys the heightened sensation of being blindfolded he doesn't so much enjoy the blindfolding part. Because of that it's usually done more as a punishment. James cums really fast whenever he's blindfolded. It's not his fault really all he can think about is you and your hands all over him

Choking

• James likes the feeling of your warm hands wrapped around his throat. He often gets too excited and forgets to breathe when he cums so a little bit of help from you in restricting his breathing while he cums feels great

Edging

• As much as James may not like your refusal to let him cum in the moment, he obeys. He knows the reward will be well worth the wait if he does

Katoptronophilia - sexual arousal from doing a sexual activity in front of a mirror

• James really likes fucking you in front of mirrors. He can see all of you that way and that really turns him on. James also really likes when you fuck him in front of mirrors. The focused expression on your face as you work to make him cum has him moaning like a whore underneath you

Voyeurism

• James likes to watch, James really likes to watch. James likes to watch you touch yourself, James likes to watch you work so tentatively to make Remus cum. Remus didn't know James was there until afterwards which only made James fist his cock harder, moving his hand up and down faster and faster. When Remus saw James he looked almost guilty, y'all were together, he knew that, James was ok with it. Remus knew that as well, so James had no idea why Remus looked so guilty. James should be the one feeling guilty. One of James' favorite things is to watch Sirius fuck you. Unlike Remus, Sirius always knows James is there. Sometimes Sirius will talk to James, tell him how good you feel in between moans, give him something to think about as well as watch. James feels so dirty when he's watching but that only makes him hornier. Sex always happens after, it doesn't matter if Remus was just with you, or if it was Sirius, or even if you were just touching yourself for James' own perverted pleasure. He can't help it he has to fuck you. He's always so frantic afterwards, moving his hips into yours so fast you can't even think straight. His lips move against yours so messy, his tongue invading your mouth, and for once instead of you leading the kiss you just lay back and enjoy his lust.

Vicarphilia - sexual arousal from hearing about other people’s sex lives

• I don't really know how to explain this one. I just think he'd get really, super turned on hearing about other people's sexual experiences. It probably started out with Sirius telling James about his numerous encounters with numerous school girls

#james fleamont potter my love<3 #atj as james potter #james potter smut #sub james potter #dom!reader #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #the marauders #marauders era #nsfw.🦌

[theoreticslut]

Hi hello bees knees tattoo anon here (can I be 🐝anon?)

I have 13 tattoos and counting rn! I got my first one when I was 19 (I think) with my sister so I think that helped my nerves haha. You should definitely get one if you want it!!!!! I know it can be nerve wracking but it’s honestly so neat (and kind of addictive), I’ve been very into getting pre-drawn flash pieces and have only been to one artist twice so 11 pieces are all different artists! (Lots of ppl are surprised by this fact lol it’s very common for ppl to go to a single artist for most of not all of their stuff)

I love love love sharing my hobbies! I actually have one friend who’s gotten into collage a little because of me so now we have collage hang outs🥰

I just watched UA this year!!! It had been in my list foreverrrrr and P&P(2005) is the superior P&P adaptation (I’ve watched quite a few to test this hypothesis)

Anyway, I hope you have a good night!!! I have to go to bed now💤

You sure can be 🐝 anon!

13 tattoos?? That’s awesome omg!! I’ve always heard that tattoos can be addicting, & I’m lowkey waiting until they get that way for me. I was supposed to get one as an 18th bday gift from my stepmom, but timing was always difficult bc I don’t live with her. Then the whole pandemic happened so a lot of places (at least around me) would only allow the one being tattooed in 😞 I also feel bad having her spend money on me, even though ik it’s supposed to be a gift, so idk.

I’ve been thinking I should either ask her for the money for it & get it done when she goes out of state for the winter, that way I can work around my schedule alone, or just pay for it myself. I have the same problem with piercings. I have a few I want to get, but am too scared to make an appointment 😣🫣

It is surprising to hear you’ve been to so many different artists, but it’s really cool too. Do you think there’s any benefit or anything going to a different artist each time? & what is a pre-drawn flash piece? Is that like where you pick the tattoo from a book?

Collage hangouts sound so fun!! I feel like it’s always nice to have something you can share with friends that doesn’t need to be anything big - like watching the same sports, or going to shows together, etc - just something that’s relaxed and can really be done at any time.

UA is definitely an interesting show!! I feel like it’s gotten a bit weirder than when it first started - like I can’t even begin to guess what next season will hold - but it’s still holding my interest. How many different P&P adaptations are there? I thought there were only like 2 or 3?

#holly’s replies #🐝 anon

[starredforlife]

Hey :D This is kind of unsolicited, so please feel free to completely disregard, BUT I saw your tags on the tattoo post of what should you get if you ever have the money. I don't know you well enough to feel like I can make suggestions for what to get, but on the off chance they'd be helpful at all, I just wanted to share some miscellaneous thoughts

1) "if you ever have the money" might potentially be more attainable than you assume, if you're not dead set on a big complicated piece being your first. Some studios and artists run specials and seasonal promotions--I've got a lil guy on my ankle that cost me $30+tip cos my shop runs a "$30 Thursdays" deal; my brother just got a pretty neato palm-size forearm piece for $70. Call around, ask. FB groups are annoying as hell but have been useful for getting local recs for me. Granted, it's still $$, and having even $30 disposable income isn't always possible ik, but at least options below like, a $1K sleeve might be a bit more accessible and let you not have to wait for "someday." The only thing with getting a tiny little piece done is right when you're just getting comfortable it's over 🤣

2) Literally get whatever you want! That it makes you happy is the most important. It can be as deep, or not that deep, as you want, it does not matter. "Idk, it's cute" is a great reason to get a tattoo. I will say, I got my first tattoo on my shoulder blade and tbh I forget it's there a lot, which is a shame bc it's fucking gorgeous. I'd definitely suggest getting inked where you can see it often, so that you can enjoy it too 😘

Also if you definitely already know all this and have tons of tattoos I apologise lol rip. I have an appointment to get my next piece in a couple weeks and I'm stoked, so I got excited about a tattoo post lol, I saw your tags and felt the impulse to share, so if it's helpful at all I'm glad, and if not I hope you accept just the vibes instead. Cheers!

Don't worry!!! I have no tattoos yet so this was both informative and encouraging! I just am very unsure about what to get because I switch between wanting it to look badass or wanting it to look cute. I am also a sensitive lil babie so I am somewhat scared but I think I could handle a tattoo! I would probably start slow though

#long post #publishing so i can look back at this! #star's asks #tattoos sound like fun though!! i do just need to wait until i feel like i have enough disposable income

[yoon-kooks]

how many | jjk | 3

Pairing: Jungkook x TattooArtist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, BadBoy!AU

Summary: To Jeon Jungkook, you’re just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you’re also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you’ve taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

Word Count: 6.6k

Parts: 0 ◆ 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 ◆ 4 ◆ 5 ◆ 6

Warnings: sexual activity in a hot tub, dry humping, fingering, jungkook touches some boobies, smut from a fluff writer

A/N: we've finally reached the first smutty chapter🦆

◆ the one you found in the hot tub ◆

“So do you have any plans after this?” your client asks as you finish up the last few details on her shark tattoo. “It’s a beautiful Friday night.”

Usually, your answer would be no. You’ve never really been the type to make hangout plans, but tonight is a little different. You do in fact have plans.

“I’m meeting up with a friend to work on an art project for class,” you say. It might not sound like much to other people, but it took an immense amount of courage to ask Jungkook to spend his Friday night making art with you. Sure, you chickened out of asking him out on a real date, but at the very least, you won’t be procrastinating on school work.

“Aww man, school really ruins all the fun, doesn’t it.” The woman looks like she feels genuinely bad for you. You’d probably agree with her if you didn’t have feelings for the boy you’re meeting up with. In fact, school is the best excuse you have for spending more time with him, so you’ll gladly welcome any and all assignments your art professor wants to throw at you.

“Do you have anything planned tonight?” You feel like it’s only polite to ask your clients the same questions they ask you. It makes the small talk a little easier.

“Since the weather’s so nice, I was thinking about taking a spontaneous trip down to the beach with my boyfriend.” She has a huge grin like the kind you’d find on posters promoting dental hygiene, and her eyes glisten with something you’re envious of. You wonder if that’s what it looks like to be in love. “The weatherlady said we won’t have sun like this again for a while, so this is basically our last chance to take advantage of it.”

You’re reminded of that cute bikini you bought a while back but never wore. All this time, you’ve been waiting for someone to swim with. And maybe you finally have someone.

A hazy image comes to mind. It’s a shirtless Jungkook squeezing squiggly white lines of sunscreen all over his body like mayonnaise on a deli sandwich. It’s all cute and dorky until he starts rubbing it into his muscles and all that skin and asks for your assistance. 

You’d probably be enjoying this brief daydream, but your brain has decided to place a giant mosaic over Jungkook’s entire torso because that part of his body is still very much a mystery to you. He might have a hundred more tattoos under that mosaic, or he might not have any there at all. You’d like to know either way, and part of you hopes he’s just as curious about your body.

Your beachside fantasy suddenly fades away into dark clouds. Based on the weatherlady’s predictions, there’s a 0% chance of seeing the real Jungkook sporting swim trunks in the near future, which means you need to stop drooling over the thought of it.

Unless you decide to make a move tonight.

“Don’t look so worried, I’m not going to swim and ruin this beauty.” Your client points to the completed shark on her thigh and waves off any concern you might have about disrupting the healing process. “I just want to spend a romantic evening at the beach with my man, you know what I mean?”

You nod. Even though you know what she means, you can’t quite relate in a way you wish you could.

As you lock up your shop for the night, you check the time on your phone. The appointment was shorter than expected, so you still have a good chunk of time before you need to meet Jungkook at the art building. After running some quick calculations, you figure it’s just enough time to go home and change into something cuter.

As expected, your beachy conversation with your client has you staring at the bikini hanging on your doorknob with the tags still intact. You do your best to convince yourself this is a good idea. It’s a warm Friday night, your art project isn’t technically due until Monday, you’d get to see a shirtless Jeon Jungkook without the mosaic, and he’d get to see you in that cute bikini.

Fuck it. It’s now or never.

So after throwing on a floral mini dress over your bikini, you dash out the door and type up a cute message for Jungkook.

Y/N🍑 [8:14PM] “you might want to bring a swimsuit in case the watercolors get messy👙”

After an hour of diligent painting, you hear Jungkook drop his brush into his palette. When you turn to him, he’s staring at all the progress you’ve made on your canvas. While he has the early stages of a peaceful waterfall in the works, you’re already fine-tuning your little beach paradise.

“Hey, is there any kind of art you aren’t good at?” he asks, washing his brushes and putting the paints back as if to say he’s done for the night. After adding highlights to the lazy waves rolling up the sand, you join in on the cleaning spree.

“Nope,” you lie. Art comes naturally to you, but there are still plenty of things you haven’t even tried yet, like sculpting or graffiti.

“So you’re even good at body art?” The boy raises his pierced brow.

“That’s my specialty, actually.” It sounds like sarcasm coming from someone like you, but Jungkook doesn’t know it’s the truth. You grab a black marker and hold your hand out, just as he had done on the day you met him. He gives you the hand that isn’t all tatted up with letters and symbols. “What do you want?” you ask.

Jungkook takes his time in giving you a response, but you aren’t complaining about the prolonged handholding. His dark brown eyes fall on your lips and then your neck. And then slightly below that.

“I think you know what I want, Y/N.” Despite the suggestiveness in his words, his tone is playful with only a hint of mischief.

“Yeah, yeah, I think I have an idea.” You start drawing a mythical canine of some sort in typical @snowsleeve fashion, trying hard not to visualize what the boy actually wants.

But you saw the look in his eye. He wants to pin you to the ground, tear that tiny little dress off of you, and taste every last inch of your body until it’s impossible to breathe. That could explain why he was so eager to clean up. 

No, that’s just what you want him to do to you. Ever since he kissed you against your door that one afternoon, you’ve been thinking a lot about what might come next. If a mere kiss felt that good, you can only imagine what it’d be like to have him on top of you. He’d ruin you.

“Wait, this is actually a sick tattoo.” Jungkook flexes his fingers and holds the back of his hand up to you as if you weren’t the artist who drew the design for him. It’s an icy white wolf carrying a carrot in its mouth.

“You should get @snowsleeve to do that for you.” Maybe without the carrot, though.

“Oh, right…” The boy doesn’t sound too thrilled that you brought @snowsleeve up. In fact, he looks a bit discouraged. “She left me on read after I sent that DM, so I don’t know if our highly anticipated appointment is going to happen or not.”

“You were left on read?” You force a laugh. Of all people to leave Jeon Jungkook on read, you can’t believe it was you. It wasn’t on purpose though. You just forgot to respond. “She was probably just busy and forgot about it.”

“That’s what they said about my ex until I never heard from her again,” he says with a straight face. You’re only 90% sure he’s just fucking with you.

“Well, if she doesn’t respond to you soon, I’ll do the tattoo for you myself.” You make a mental note to send a response when you get home. The poor boy needs to be put out of his misery as soon as possible.

“Thanks, I might have to take you up on that offer.” He once again admires the carrot-wielding wolf on his hand without even questioning the legitimacy of your ability to etch an actual tattoo into his skin. “I wouldn’t be too upset if it were you leaving your mark on my body.”

The tattoo somehow holds more weight when he puts it that way. It only excites you more to know that he wholeheartedly trusts you with his body–the same way you’d trust him with yours.

“By the way, were you ever going to explain why I’m wearing swim trunks?” He points at his maroon swim trunks, and you accidentally get a good look at his crotch. You blame his finger for leading your naive eyes in that direction.

“I already told you, Jungkook.” You don’t know why your voice feels so tiny all of a sudden. “Watercolor can get a little messy.”

“But we didn’t really make a mess,” he chuckles, gesturing to the space that’s practically cleaner now than when the two of you first arrived. Then he steps closer to you and dabs something wet and cold onto your cheek. It smells like paint. “Except for right here.”

You hate how freaking cute he is when he grins like that after such a devilish deed. You’re a big advocate of payback, but you already dumped all of the murky paint water down the drain. Instead, you have to settle for wiping the blue paint off your cheek and onto the boy’s oversized black tee. Unfortunately for you, that doesn’t seem to faze him. He’s still waiting on an acceptable explanation for the swim trunks.

“My thought process was that paint would get all over us, and then we’d have no choice but to rinse off at the pool.” You would’ve mentioned the beach instead, but you’d rather not walk in on your client’s romantic evening with her man.

“Sounds legit,” he nods, taking your hand as the two of you exit the art room. Thank god he’s willing to play along with your silly excuse. Though, from the corner of your eye, you see the edge of his lips twitch upward into a smug little smirk. “Or you could’ve just said you wanted to see me shirtless.”

If not for the soft squeeze he gives your hand, you probably would’ve barked back. He soothes you just as easily as he teases you. The very essence of your relationship is cozy intimacy, the perfect balance of warmth and mischief. 

The locked gates do little to stop Jungkook from helping you up and over and into the pool area on campus. The lights are off, the pool is quiet, and nobody else is around. You’re not sure what the consequences are for sneaking into the pool after hours, but you’d like to think it’s worth it on a rare night like this.

You dip the tip of your toe into the pool and wince. Even in this warm weather, the water is cold enough to send chills down your spine. With a frown, you scurry over to the hot tub and press what you assume to be the on button. There’s a slight delay before the lights flash on and the hot tub starts to bubble.

You crouch down and keep your hand in the water as it heats up, mesmerized by the cascading sounds of the jets. It reminds you of the serene waterfall scene Jungkook was painting earlier.

Speaking of Jungkook, you glance over your shoulder to make sure he isn’t about to pick you up and toss you into the freezing cold pool. By now, you know the boy well enough to anticipate shenanigans like that. But instead, you catch him pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside onto the nearest lounge chair.

His title as a regular at the gym is well represented by his defined muscles and healthy glow. Just by staring at his abs, you feel motivated to make better fitness decisions, and you almost overlook the winged figure on his ribs. At first, you think it’s a butterfly, but it’s starting to look more like an angel. You don’t know how long you’ve been staring or what facial expression you’re making, but Jungkook laughs and says, “You look like you’ve never seen a shirtless male before.”

You snap out of your daze and splash some warm water in his direction. “For your information, I’ve seen plenty of shirtless males in my lifetime.” 

Jungkook cocks his head. “Oh yeah? How many?”

“More than I can count.” You’re mostly referring to your male clients who’ve asked for tattoos somewhere above the belt, but Jungkook can keep thinking you’re a sex goddess for all you care.

He walks up to the edge of the hot tub and stares down at you squatting there. “You must be pretty experienced then,” he says, eyeing the buttons that run down the front of your mini dress. “So were you planning on getting into the water in that dress, or…?”

You believe that’s his not-so-subtle way of asking you to strip. As shy as you’ve been tonight, you hop up onto your feet beside him and undo your dress, one button at a time, until there’s nothing covering your body but a skimpy black bikini. Jungkook watches the whole thing without blinking. “You could’ve just said you wanted to see me undress,” you tease.

The boy nods along to whatever the heck you’re saying, too distracted to speak as he takes in the sight of your bare skin. So much bare skin. His pupils are dilated like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. After a solid twenty seconds, he must realize he’s doing a bad job of hiding his sexual urges because he feels the need to explain why he’s looking at you so intently. “I’m just checking for any hidden tattoos you might have.”

“Find any yet?” You turn your hips and give him a good look at your ass before disappearing into the hot tub. There’s not a single tattoo visible on your body as far as he can see.

He shakes his hair out of his man bun, follows you in, and takes a seat opposite you. “I’m really starting to think you don’t have any tattoos, Y/N.”

“Well, you’re running out of places to check.” At this point, he’s pretty much seen it all aside from what’s directly under the bikini. That either means you have no tattoos at all, or you have a secret one hiding somewhere off-limits. 

The slight possibility of the latter has Jungkook reaching out and pulling you toward him. The momentum of the water draws you right into his lap. His eager hands slip into your bikini bottoms and cup your ass so that you won’t drift away–not that you’d want any sort of distance from him anyway. Lately, it’s been the opposite. You’ve been waiting and wanting to close the gap until your body finally overlaps with his.

“Where should I check first?” he asks. For just a second, he allows himself to admire the contours of your breasts like they’re true works of art. He’d probably free you of your tiny top and sling it over the gates if his hands weren’t so busy caressing you down below.

“Anywhere you like.” You wrap your arms around his neck so that the firm grip on your ass isn’t the only thing holding you in place. Hopefully, that encourages him to use his hands to pleasure and explore the rest of your body.

“I don’t know if I’d be able to control myself with that much power, Y/N.” You feel his words travel up your neck until his mouth finds a nice spot to kiss, suck, and taint with his deepest desires. The sloppy and desperate nips at your skin are a sign that he’s been craving your taste for a while. He’s already lost control.

His hands run up the sides of your waist and flirt with the idea of teasing your breasts. At first, he respects the two triangles covering you up, but the perky little buds poking through are clearly inviting him in. He pushes the stretchy fabric aside and just barely grazes your nipples with his thumbs, sending a friendly warning through your body and down to your core. 

Before you know it, his palms have completely replaced the two triangles, except they’re larger and have a stronger hold on you. His fingers dip into your breasts, longer than a casual squeeze and purely for his own selfish needs. You’ve never seen him so focused on a task. You wonder if he’s trying to run the algorithm to calculate your cup size in that empty head of his. He’s probably getting an error code because you’re starting to feel the frustration building in his veiny grip.

“This okay?” What a gentleman he is for asking while groping the utter shit out of you. 

“Any touch from you is more than okay, Jungkook,” you assure him. That being said, you drag one of his hands from your chest down your stomach. The tips of his fingers are just a centimeter away from entering your bikini bottoms at the front entrance. You look him right in the eye when you say, “But this would be much appreciated.”

His long hair shades his face as he glances down at how you’re still tugging his wrist with a sense of urgency. “I can’t imagine innocent Y/N being this forward with anyone else,” he says, looking smug as ever.

You hate that he’s right. Maybe that’s why your previous relationships all ended the way they did. You never felt comfortable asking for more from anyone, so you’d settle for whatever was given to you, which often wasn’t enough. But these days, you feel like you’re starting to know your worth. And what you deserve is a boy like Jeon Jungkook and his very tempting fingers.

He slows down the pace as he traces the skin between your navel and the string tied at your waist. The slower he goes, the more sensitive you become to the slightest of grazes. At that rate, the two of you could be here all night, still inching toward some form of release. You wouldn’t mind that too much. 

He barely crosses your bikini line before you become acutely aware of how erotic your breathing is beginning to sound. Apparently, it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“So naughty.” He presses his hot lips into your collarbone. Your back arches in response and anticipation. Just when you think he’s about to take the plunge, he retracts his entire hand. “But I’m not sure you’re ready for it yet.”

You intend on responding with an irritated growl, but what comes out of your mouth is more like a whimper from a puppy in heat. As it turns out, that needy sound is what sets the boy off. You feel him stiffening beneath your crotch, desperate for more friction. He adjusts himself just a bit so that the length of his erection is pressed right up against your folds. The only thing standing between you and his cock is the fabric of your swimsuits. And boy, can you feel how thin the spandex is.

You pull back from all the attention he’s giving your body to assess his current state. His chest heaves and his skin is flushed, whether from the intensity between you and him or the heat of the water. You must be at that same point if not further along–even underwater, you can feel the slick coating between your legs. It’s almost embarrassing how much you’re dripping when he hasn’t even ventured there yet.

You run your fingers through his damp locks of hair and press your lips against his. Your tongue wrestles with his in a way that’s a lot less graceful than the first time he kissed you, but you aren’t complaining. 

“You taste like cotton candy,” he says, licking his lips. You’re pleasantly surprised that he could identify the exact flavor of your lip balm. What a wholesome detail for the bad boy to pick up on in the midst of something so sinful.

“You taste like green Listerine,” you reply when he gives you another chance to breathe. “And you smell like Old Spice.”

“C’mon, Y/N. You know I can do better than Old Spice.” He frowns and mentions some fancy French brand with notes of vanilla, chestnuts, and cinnamon. It’s intoxicating.

“Well, whatever it is, I like it.” You already know you’ll forever associate that scent with everything you’re feeling in this hot tub. Passion and pleasure. Love and lust.

“Good, because I picked it out with you in mind,” he says before diving back into your mouth. His hands find their way to your hips and rub them in a circular motion. He even lifts you up and adjusts your ass a few times to generate any sort of relief for his erection. He’s getting impatient.

The water swishes about in a choppy manner as you start rolling your hips, grinding your crotch against the solid mass in his trunks. It’s impossible not to feel how large he is. If you had to guess, you’d say his cock is bigger than any of the ones you’ve ridden. But you’ll have to see it to believe it when the time comes.

As the pleasure continues to build, you almost forget that you’re still wearing your bikini in a hot tub and aren’t naked in his bed. Because no one ever told you grinding against him like this would feel better than making love under the sheets. Then again, you’re sure Jungkook would find a way to one-up himself and provide you with the best sex of your life. 

The boy is clearly enjoying himself as well, but something tells you he’s still lusting for more. He moans profanity into your mouth and tugs at the strings of your bikini bottoms. One side comes undone, and then the other. You’d normally be horrified at the sight of your bikini drifting away on the surface of a public pool, but you don’t seem to really mind when it’s just you and Jungkook.

“Are there security cameras around here?” You only ask because it’d be kind of awkward if the security guard just watched your bikini be torn off as steamy events unfolded in the hot tub.

“I don’t know. Probably.” The boy apparently can’t be bothered by the threat of an audience while he’s running his fingers along your inner thigh. Is it a coincidence that your body is the most sensitive it’s ever been as he purposely avoids the place between your legs? Coincidence or not, you need him to cooperate soon because your body is starting to act on its own and you refuse to hit your high before you’ve learned exactly what his fingers can do to you.

“We’re gonna get in trouble if the security guard ever sees this.” Your moans get a little louder and your hips move a little harder against him. His cock must be throbbing and past the point of no return, and yet, he doesn’t ask for any favors from you. Right now, he only cares about satisfying the needs of you and your body.

“You were in trouble from the second I sat across from you in class,” he whispers into your ear. Without warning, he slips two fingers between your legs and rubs your swollen little clit until you can’t think straight anymore. Your head snaps back from the sudden surge in pleasure, and the lewd sound that escapes your throat is something you’d only expect to hear in a pornographic setting. You swear you’ve touched yourself in that same exact way, and yet it feels so much better when he’s the one in control. 

His fingers somehow know the perfect speed and pressure to send you to the edge and keep you there. Fuck, no man has ever touched you like that. Your body has never felt so hot and sensitive, so intense and frenzied, all at the same time. You haven’t even come yet, and he’s already put your entire history of orgasms to shame. Not one single orgasm can compare to what you’re feeling right now, and you’d like to think you’ve had a fair amount of good sex in the past. But not anymore. 

You’re not ignorant, either. Something that feels that good takes a lot of practice. The thought of him fingering and fucking his other female friends isn’t pleasant, but at least it’s you who gets to experience him at his best. In fact, you’ll personally thank the gals of Jungkook’s past for helping him become the sex god he is today.

And then his fingers stop. Everything stops, except for your growing frustration when he doesn’t budge after five whole seconds. You can’t decide if you’re glad or upset that he’s left one finger right on your clit. Either way, you’re going to lose your goddamn mind if he keeps torturing you like this.

“Jung. Kook. Please,” you beg him in your best horny voice. You’re confident you can negotiate with him to get on with it, but when you come back to your senses and take a peek at him, he’s glancing over your shoulder.

You turn your head and follow his line of sight to a large group of friends hopping over the gate and catapulting right into the pool. Startled, you snatch your bikini bottoms from the water’s surface and unwrap yourself from Jungkook. 

His fingers slip out from beneath you as you situate yourself to be sitting thigh-to-thigh with him. You lean in and whisper, “Don’t these people know the pool is closed?” as if you weren’t also guilty of ignoring the padlock on the gate or the twenty signs that clearly said “closed.”

“I’m pretty sure we broke more rules than them tonight,” Jungkook says, straightening the little triangles over your breasts. “It’s a shame we were interrupted, but I don’t mind making you wait a little longer.”

And then he smirks. You knew it. He enjoyed making you squirm and beg for his touch. And you can’t believe you were in such a helpless and horny state, only to be walked in on by some trespassing hooligans. You’re thankful for the shroud of steam around the hot tub because you assume it’s the only thing hiding the embarrassment on your face. 

“Are you still aching for me?” He examines your face closely. The sweat dripping down your forehead is doing a shitty job of disguising itself as pool water. You’re clearly flustered. Maybe the heat can’t save you after all.

To top it off, the ghost of his touch is a tingling sensation you won’t be able to soothe until you get home. The sad thing is that your own fingers won’t be able to make you feel what his fingers made you feel. The lack of action between your legs is pure torture, and Jeon Jungkook is very aware of that.

“I promise I’ll make it worth the wait,” he whispers, confirming that there will indeed be another time for intimacy and everything that comes with it. Without any interruptions.

“Hey, Jungkook!” one of the hooligans shouts from the other side of the pool. The group waves at the campus celebrity beside you.

“You know them?” You squint your eyes, but you don’t recognize any of those faces from your art class.

“No… but I guess they know me.” Jungkook waves his hand in their direction–the same hand that was running circles around your clit just moments before. You’re only a little bitter.

“Of course. Everyone knows you because that’s what it means to be an influ–”

“Y/N, please don’t say it.” He’s burying his face into his hand. That hand.

“Influencer,” you hum. “You know, if I had that many followers, I’d probably end up hiding my face. I’m not really a fan of strangers knowing me like that.”

“Well, not to sound conceited, but I only have that many followers because of my face.” You can barely hear him over the jets. He stares at his muddled reflection on the bubbly surface. The underwater lights illuminate his face. The starry sky has nothing on him. What a beautiful human being. “And while they might know my face, my name, and my tattoos, there are a lot of things those people will never know about me.”

“For example?”

“I’m more than a casual viewer of anime–I read the manga, too,” he admits. “And I used to wanna marry Sailor Mars.”

Who would’ve thought Jungkook was a Sailor Moon fanboy? “Go on,” you chuckle. 

“I watch a lot of those nature videos about the world’s tiniest cat and endangered rhinos. You know the ones, right?” He looks at you with the expectation that you also sit at your computer all day watching similar videos about baby salamanders.

You don’t actually know what the fuck he’s talking about, but you nod anyway. “Okay, what else?”

“I still play Pokémon Go.” He pulls up the app and scrolls through an endless list of captured mons. He has a nickname for every single one of them. “My Pokédex is 87% complete.”

“Probably should’ve kept that one to yourself, you nerd.” You give his thigh a squeeze, only to remember how toned and hard they felt beneath your ass. Must be from all the running around he does while catching Charizards. “Any other dark secrets I can tease you about?”

Jungkook loops his pinky around the one you have resting on his thigh. “I’ll tell you another if you promise not to tease me about it.”

“Whatever it is, I won’t tease you about it,” you promise. “As long as it’s not about you naming your Diglett ‘Dicklette.’” You also saw Psydick, Cockuna, and Cuboner in his Pokédex, but you decide not to mention those.

“I can’t believe you fucking saw that,” he groans. “And no, of course it’s not that.”

“Okay, then it’s a promise.” You snuggle closer to the boy and rest your head on his shoulder. Something about the combined scent of chlorine and Jungkook’s chestnutty cologne is oddly therapeutic.

“Do you think becoming a tattoo artist is a realistic career path?” he asks. The pinky promise has slowly morphed into something along the lines of your hand fitting perfectly into his. You’re honored that he’s comfortable enough to confide in you about an undecided future. You’d love to help him in any way you can.

You smile. “You asked the right person because I’m never going to say no to that question.”

At first, he doesn’t say anything. Maybe that wasn’t the answer he was looking for, but he should’ve already known your stance on this one. You have full faith in his talent as an artist, but you’re starting to think he needs a confidence boost. Especially after he says, “Y/N, I appreciate how supportive you are of our tattoo agenda, but I need you to tell me I’m a shitty artist who should stick with becoming a software engineer.”

“You’re a shitty artist who should stick with becoming a software engineer,” you repeat in your best Jeon Jungkook voice. It takes you an extra second to process the words that just came out of your mouth. “Wait, you’re a comp sci major? I always just assumed you were an art major.”

“I’m double majoring in both.” Jungkook shrugs as if it’s no big deal. Now he sounds conceited.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was practically having sex in a hot tub with the biggest nerd on the planet,” you joke, intentionally leaving out the part about him also being the hottest boy in the universe. “I mean that as a compliment, by the way.”

“Thanks?” he laughs.

“But seriously, I don’t think it’s bad if you want to make tattoos a part of your career, Jungkook.” It takes everything in you to not overshare. Not yet, anyway. But as someone who grew up in the apartment right above a tattoo parlor, you know exactly how it feels to dream of living that life. “If you ask me, I think it’s just a matter of committing and injecting ink into your first willing victim.”

“Are you volunteering to be my first victim?” He tilts his head and follows every movement in your eyes. Why does he have to look so doe-eyed and adorable while talking like a freshly turned vampire?

Of course you’d love a tattoo from Jungkook himself, but you’re clearly not the type to make impulsive decisions when it comes to body art. And you do in fact have a reason for that.

“I actually have pretty low pain tolerance and a slight fear of needles,” you admit. It’s one thing to use needles on the skin as art tools, and an entirely different thing to be the one getting poked. A lot of other tattoo artists and enthusiasts can’t take you seriously because of that. But something tells you Jungkook won’t hold it against you. He might even find it endearing. 

“Is that the reason behind your lack of body art?” Jungkook runs the pads of his fingers along your bare arms. You already know he’s thinking of all the things he could do with a canvas as pure as your skin. The possibilities are endless.

You nod. For a tattoo artist, it’s incredible that you haven’t come up with tattoo designs that would justify the pain you’d have to endure. That is, until Jungkook drew that cute little bunny on your hand. Ever since that day, you’ve been more willing to step outside your comfort zone in more ways than one. “But if you’re serious about becoming a tattoo artist, I’d be down to give it a go.”

“I promise I’ll be gentle.” He plants a kiss on your forehead. You hope he understands that there’s no way to be gentle when it comes to tattoos. Unless he was referring to something else. “And just for the record, I’m still not ruling out the slight possibility of you having a tattoo hidden somewhere. For all I know, you could’ve had a painful first tattoo experience and that’s what’s kept you for getting any more.”

“Hm, maybe.” You casually tiptoe around his theory and point at the winged figure on his ribs. “Did this one hurt? I heard that spot is pretty bad.”

Jungkook looks down and says, “Yeah, this little guy hurt like a bitch.”

“Is it a butterfly or an angel?” You wish the jets would stop for a moment so you could get a better look at the design below the surface.

He stands up out of the water to show you what it looks like without anything obscuring it. The water droplets streaming down his torso are only mildly distracting with how they follow the paths carved out for them by his abs. That must be the science behind what makes lifeguards and swimsuit models exceptionally attractive. 

“It’s called a fairy, Y/N…” He sounds disappointed by your ignorance. Your bad for not being raised by Tinker Bell or Cosmo & Wanda.

“That was my next guess,” you frown, following him out of the water and toward the towel rack. “It’s cute.”

“It reminds me of you.” He stops in the middle of drying off to point to the fairy’s tiny bundle of yellow flowers and the faint black flames that follow her. She’s an odd mix of cute & sexy, compassionate & unapologetic. It’s a feisty little fairy brought to life in an art style you’ve become quite familiar with recently.

“You designed it yourself, right?” Even before he answers, you know your eyes aren’t deceiving you. This is a Jeon Jungkook original if you ever saw one. He’d make a fantastic tattoo artist, and you wish he could see that.

He nods. “I got it after my last breakup. It’s supposed to embody the kind of person I think would be good for me.”

You give the fairy another look. It’s not exactly like looking in a mirror, but you’d like to think you’re just as kindhearted and tough as the person Jungkook envisions himself with.

“She looks like she’d keep you grounded when your ego is too big, and lift your spirits up when you’re feeling down,” you say. You slip back into your dress but feel the now chilly air against your damp skin. The weatherlady was right.

“Exactly.” It’s you. You’d challenge him just as much as you’d adore him. You’re the person who would be good for him. Perfect even. He pulls his black tee over your head, and you snort when it’s longer than your mini dress.

“Are you going to be warm enough like that, Jungkook?” You feel bad that he’s shirtless while you’re walking to the car in two layers.

“I’m fine.” He really doesn’t seem bothered by the drop in temperature, but he holds out his sleeveless arm, the one closest to you, and says, “This arm is a little cold, though.”

You wrap yourself around his arm like a koala hugging its tree. He might be the shirtless one, but so much warmth radiates from him. It feels like he’s keeping you warm, rather than the other way around.

“Hey, Y/N?” His voice is soft again.

“Hm?”

“Wanna know one last secret?”

“You’re actually triple majoring in archeology? You were Team Jacob and not Team Edward? You always order Hawaiian pizza but pick the pineapples off and eat them separately?” you guess.

“What kind of weirdo does that with their Hawaiian pizza?” Jungkook narrows his eyes at you. “It’s you, isn’t it?”

“It tastes better that way.” You lift your nose with a hmph, embracing your chaotic energy for what it is.

“I’ll have to try it next time if you ask me out again.” He unlocks his car and opens the door for you. You get a glimpse of the hickey he left on you in the side-view mirror, reminded of the lust that had consumed the two of you in the hot tub earlier. You don’t want to let go of his warmth, but you know you need to get home in order to finish the deed. You might even invite him inside so that he won’t have to go another day without knowing what sex with you feels like from start to finish. Surely he needs that knowledge as much as you do. Especially now that you’ve both gotten a tiny taste of what a night together could entail.

“Ask you out again? I don’t recall ever asking you out in the first place, Jeon,” you feign innocence and let out a yawn. You don’t remember the passenger seat being this cozy, either. 

“So that cute little swimsuit message you sent me was totally not your way of asking me out on a pool date, right?”

“Totally not,” you agree. Before you forget, you pull your phone out of your bag and type out a response from @snowsleeve to Jungkook’s main IG account. After hitting send, you also make the executive decision to give his smaller art account a follow so that he can see that his talent is recognized and respected by fellow artists. “Wait, what was the secret you were going to tell me?”

“The one I was going to tell you before I was interrupted by your accusations about archeology and Twilight?”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

His silence lasts for what feels like a century. You lose track of how many stop signs you pass without a response, and it’s getting harder to keep your eyes open. In fact, you aren’t sure if what you hear next is reality or just a dream.

“I’ve got it bad for the cutie who sits across from me in art class.”

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts bad boy au #bts fluff #jungkook #bts

[oh-katsuki]

Cum. (Inumaki x Reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Inumaki x Reader

Summary: Toge’s cursed technique is good for things other than fighting.

Content Warnings: Overstimulation, dub/noncon (curse use), consentual noncon (consentual use of his cursed technique), oral (female receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, dumbification

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: heheeee my first new fic on this account, enjoy. tuna tuna or whatever. for those of you who were tagged wondering why you were tagged, I just took the taglist from my old account so hello!

thank you to @murmikaa​ for beta reading this for me! ilysm

Toge was not a man of many words, but when he did use them, when he did expend his cursed energy for reasons some would deem frivolous, it almost always resulted in you having a good time. 

He liked to respect your boundaries, so as the words “turn over” slipped from his lips, you recalled your safe word. You both needed it. Toge’s cursed technique could have you doing just about anything he wanted and he had insisted the first time you both tried this that there be a safe word, just in case. 

His palm moved up the back of your thigh, ghosting over your pussy and coming up to smack your ass lightly. He admired the way the skin bounced, the way the meat of your body seemed to sway forward and back with every little motion of his. 

“Toge,,,” You whined out, turning your head to face him, “Need more.” 

He lifted his eyes to yours, lips pulling upward into a teasing smile as he ran his fingers through your slick, earning a gasp from you. Toge lifted his fingers from you, watching the way strings of arousal stuck to them. He returned his gaze to you, flushed and on your hands and knees in front of him. He said nothing, but the smirk on his marked lips had you squeezing your thighs together as he lowered himself onto his knees behind you. His hands ran down the outside of your thighs as he positioned his face behind your soaking cunt. 

You pushed back against him, desperate to feel his mouth on you. He’d been teasing you for so long, his hands running over every dip on your body, fingers and tongue teasing your nipples until they were raw. Toge loved to take his time with you, it made using his cursed technique all the more fun, he thought you always looked so pretty begging for it, so no matter how badly he wanted to give in and make you feel good, he always found that the wait was worth it. 

Toge put one hand on either side of your ass, tutting slightly at how impatient you were being, a silent warning that if you didn’t behave, he would make you. His stare was so intent as he licked a long stripe up the back of you, starting just before your clit and licking all the way up and past the entrance to your cunt. Your head fell forward, thighs twitching and a breathy moan leaving your lips at the much needed stimulation. 

He smirked into you, tongue delicately pushing at the folds of your cunt, teasing your weeping hole with the tip before dipping down to circle your clit. Toge’s mouth was so experienced, the wet muscle dipping back and forth and giving attention everywhere he knew you liked it. He built you up so slowly, taking his time with savoring the taste of you and the way you struggled to keep your legs spread for him. 

His hands kneaded the soft flesh, manicured nails occasionally ghosting over you, sending chills down your spine as his tongue worked your pussy. He squeezed the soft flesh, spreading you open slightly so he could clean up every single drop of what you had to offer between your legs. The room was dominated by the gentle wet sounds from where his tongue met your body and you could hear each time he swiped it over your clit. You needed more though, and Toge knew that. Your hips started to circle slightly over his face, grinding your ass onto his open mouth, pressing your pussy against his tongue. 

He obliged, starting to lap at your folds faster as he dipped a finger, then two, into your weeping cunt, curling it forward to find that spongy spot inside of you. He loved the noises he pulled from you, whines so high pitched and sweet that it made his cock throb. Toge started to grind himself against the bed. He’s just so hard for you, so needy at how obedient you’re being, ass up in the air for him, cunt clenching around his fingers with each curl. 

Toge was so attentive, eyes trained up at where your shoulder blades dipped, watching the way you turned back to look at him. It was almost too much, the way he watched your reactions so attentively as he rutted himself into the bed. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, pulling you further onto him as his tongue swirled circles around your clit. Toge’s other hand was curling inside of you, towards your stomach, as if he was trying to bring you closer to him with each pull. 

You were so close, teetering on the edge as you babbled to him, nonsense falling from your lips. The coil in your stomach was turning over, pressure building as you ground down against his mouth. You let out a whine, your fingertips and toes growing warm with the weight of your impending orgasm before Toge is pulling his fingers and lips from you, standing tall. 

“Hn- fuck- why?” You whine out, toes curling in frustration as your orgasm is ripped from you. “Need it, Toge. Please, please.” 

He watched the way you squirmed, tears brimming in the corners of your eyes before his lips parted. The word tumbled so smoothly from his mouth, tattooed tongue peeking through slick coated lips. 

“Cum.” 

The word hit you so forcefully, curse seemingly moving through your body and rushing to your cunt which started to seize around nothing. You could feel the way the curse swam around your head, moving through your body in a single wave and sending you over the edge so suddenly.

Toge simply watched, head tilted and hand roaming the fat of your ass as you shook beneath him, legs trembling and elbows growing weak. He fisted himself in his hand, pulling up and down on his cock and spreading precum down from the tip. He loved that he could do this to you, hearing the way you practically screamed from the shock of it was worth any throat discomfort he had to endure. Just as the wave that ripped through your body began to ebb, Toge was back down between your legs, marked tongue sliding between your sensitive folds. 

He loved the way you tasted, cum spreading across his tongue with each fluid movement, but he didn’t like your squirming. It made it hard for him to get a proper taste, to really feel the way that smooth skin grows wetter with each flick of his tongue. 

“Don’t move.” He spoke into your cunt, words gripping your chest and making you seize up, put at his mercy. 

You’d heard him use the phrase before when exorcising curses, but having it used against you put a new type of feeling into you. Despite trusting Toge with your life, everytime he uttered those words to you in the bedroom had you on edge, heart threatening to beat out of your chest as you tried to balance this feeling filling your head and the way he assaulted your overstimulated cunt. 

All you could do was whine, a high pitched shout leaving your mouth as he tongue fucked you into another violent orgasm, this time without the use of his curse technique. You wanted to move away from him, kick him off to give you a moment to breathe but you couldn’t, instead only collapsing forward onto the mattress, ass stuck up in the air for him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, stop. Stop.” You managed to choke out, voice growing in pitch as a low hum escaped him, sending vibrations through you. 

Your head was spinning, so consumed by the control he had over you, literally and figuratively. Toge made you dizzy, always had. 

By the time he came up to kiss you, finally satisfied, you were a babbling mess, unable to form coherent sentences. You were too weak to move. Not because of the curse, but because of the countless orgasms Toge had pulled from you with his tongue alone. 

He tasted like you when he kissed you so gently. He pulled you into his arms, fingers dancing across your skin to wipe the tears from below your cheeks. How could someone be so nice but so mean in bed? 

“I love you.” You exhaled, puffy eyes meeting his own, lashes wet with tears. 

“Salmon.” He affirmed, smiling gently at you. You buried your face in his chest, heat rising as a laugh bubbled up through your chest. You knew what he meant, but that doesn’t make it any less ridiculous.

tags: @namrekcaivel , @murmikaa , @keisukez , @veroyktv , @honeyzawa , @marviesss , @erenstellar , @female-titan , @kiyoobi , @pancakesv , @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein 

#inumaki x reader #toge x reader #inumaki toge x reader #inumaki x reader smut #inumaki smut #inumaki toge #toge smut #inumaki toge smut #toge x reader smut #inumaki toge x reader smut #toge #inumaki #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #tw: overstimulation #tw: dubcon #tw: consentual noncon #tw: dacryphilia #tw: dumbification

[elysianslove]

Hello thank you accepting requests and spending time writing for us all! Could I request something like a timid Succubus!reader or some sexual curse thinking Yuji would be good to feed off on a night where she’s really hungry, but then bumps into Sukusa taking control and just fucking reader until she feels so full she doesn’t need to feed for a looooong while? (⌒▽⌒) Have fun!!

hi!!! thank you so much for your words eeeeee 

anyways! more sukuna smut yay! eat up, simps <3 it’s not a yuuji smut but he’s still aged up here due to the sexual implications towards him at the start

warnings; angry unprotected sex between two creatures, with so much degradation and a lotta hair pulling. some choking. yum. this is so filthy pls

━ you first take notice of him on the cloudiest night in japan, where the moon is barely visible behind the curtain of wispy fluff. it still manages to shine through, just enough for you to spot him from where you stand among the trees. hungry eyes scan his body: he’s tall, strong and muscular, and there’s a lingering sense of innocence that makes your mouth water all that much. as he tilts his head back and laughs, exposing his throat to you, you feel an overwhelming sense of desire bubble at the pit of your stomach. with one last look at him, you make your decision, and fall back with the shadows.

it’s humid in the small cabin you reside in, the world around you lulling itself to sleep. the boy is in a deep slumber on your couch, snoring softly, and you resist the urge to bite into his flesh while he’s so vulnerable. you’ll take joy in his reactions, in something so strong and sturdy beneath you. of course, you’d played your part, seducing him until the consent fell off his tongue in pretty waves, because it’s never fun if they try to resist. it’s always better when they succumb to the overwhelming pleasure you pull out of them.

the clock ticks three times before you let out a restless sigh, opting instead of waiting around for him to wake up to walk out of the small room into your kitchen, a cold glass of water finding its way into your hand. you gulp it down quickly, but the shiver that courses through you isn’t due to the ice that lingers in the glass.

there’s something behind you.

someone.

you’re inhumanely fast as you spin around, nails sharp and teeth bared, but they’re much faster. your wrists are in their grasp in seconds, and you’re pushed up against the wall quicker than you can blink. blink and register that this is the same boy you’ve lured into your domain, but it’s also not. the surprise upon seeing this — this man, in all his angry, tattooed glory, brings your guard down a moment too long, and you find yourself stuck between the physical wall behind you, and the wall of flesh before you.

“why do you have my vessel captive?” he sneers at you, and your anger boils back up into your chest.

it clicks into place, all at once, and you narrow your eyes. “curse,” you spit at him.

“demon,” he bites back. “answer me.”

“i owe you nothing,” you retort angrily. your wrists twist underneath his grasp, attempting to get away, but he doesn’t budge, and fuck is he strong. he doesn’t relent, doesn’t move an inch, only tightens his fists, digging his nails into your skin. you bite back the urge to flinch from under his stare. “you’re not who i want,” you add in a low voice.

for a moment, his grasp loosens, enough for you to lift a knee aimed at his abdomen, kicking at him with all your might. it does more to injure you than it does him, especially because of the fact that you dwell at your weakest, hungry and unsatisfied. you’re about to slip out from underneath his arm, but his hand finds your hair, tugging at it so harshly it emits a surprised and pained shout from your lips. your face is roughly pushed up against the wall, hands pressing to steady yourself, his hand remaining in your hair.

he tugs again, and another yell falls from your lips. his lower body is pressed against yours, hips keeping yours from moving, while his other hand rises to grip your jaw, carelessly digging his nails in. “answer me,” he repeats himself, and you notice his voice is surprisingly lower.

when you shift your hips, in an attempt to move away from him, an attempt to fix this uncomfortable position, you feel it, hard and poking at your lower back, and you laugh, loud and boisterous and mocking. he digs his nails deeper as a show of anger, but he only grows harder, so you laugh, and laugh, and laugh until your breathless.

and then, with a sultry, taunting, and dismissive voice, you say, “you’ll have to do.”

it doesn’t take long for him to finally understand, to process that you not only identify as a demon, but one that feeds on sexual intercourse. and it doesn’t take you long to realize that you may not be the first of your kind to come across him. you are, however, the first who’s face he’s fucked.

your back is once again pressed up against the same wall, but your on your knees, hands gripping his thighs, and face stuffed with his cock. it feels so good, and he tastes even better. you can feel every drag of his cock as he thrusts into your mouth, and you gag and choke but it’s everything you’ve ever needed. the desire doesn’t fade away, though, it only thrums and builds in your stomach and chest and spreads across your limbs. he’s so big in your mouth, stretching your lips and jaw wide, and it’s aching, it hurts, and there are tears stinging the corner of your eyes and your face is flushed and your chest is heaving, but your eyes are also rolling back from the pleasure.

it’s dizzying how obscene this is, and it hits you with outstanding suddenness that the other boy, the vessel, would have never done this. the control would have been entirely in your hands. you yourself would have led his cock down your throat, swallowed around him and choked until you had no air left in your lungs. but this curse, sukuna as you’d found, holds the reigns entirely himself. you have absolute no control over the way he thrusts in your mouth, even when he buries himself deep, holding your head steady as the lack of oxygen hits your brain, even as you start thrashing and your arms start flailing and you continuously slap at his thighs.

he doesn’t relent, and the scariest part is that you fucking love it.

your throat bobs as you swallow around him, gagging as he sinks deeper and deeper until your nose is pressed against his pelvis. your mouth widens to accommodate his size, your throat spasming in an attempt to get accustomed to the intrusion. “fucking whore,” he spits out as he drags you away by your hair. drool spills from your mouth, your lips glistening with spit and precum, a single line of it connecting you to his dick. you don’t attempt to shy away when he tilts your head back, instead, you smirk up at him, sucking in a sharp breath and licking at your lips.

“so you still need that brattiness fucked out of you?” he taunts. his hand twists your hair and he pulls you up. instinctively, your hands fly up to curl at his wrist, gripping it tightly. with anger guiding him, he leads you to the couch in the living room. “need to put in your place, hm?” he adds, pushing you down across the couch’s arm, baring you to him entirely, the thin shawl you’d had on completely disregarded in the kitchen.

your hands fall before you, steadying your body, as his hands grip at your hips, down to your ass, where he kneads at the flesh. small whimpers fall from your lips as he continues to squeeze and pinch at the back of your thighs, quick pants tumbling out while his nails scratch and mark you. fuck, you are going insane.

with a breathless gasp, you turn your head, fixing him with a challenging glare. “sounds like you’re all talk,” you tease, reveling in the way his face twists furiously.

unexpectedly, his palm strikes down against your ass, and you squeal, hips rutting and legs swinging at the shock of the impact. “shut the fuck up,” he warns you, his hand landing another harsh smack, and despite the pain that shudders through you, and the heat searing from your ass, your back arches into him, pushing back against him. “yeah,” he encourages in a low voice, his other hand smacking your other cheek. “that’s all you’re good for.” he hits you again, and you have to bite back a whimper of pleasure, opting to bring a hand to your mouth and biting into the flesh of your palm instead as he continues to smack at your ass, unrelenting and unforgiving, never once holding back on you. “getting fucked and used— i know you’re fucking enjoying this,” he adds.

if he continues to deprive you of what you really need, you’re afraid you’ll have to resort to begging for it. “then fuck me,” you groan. “use me.”

you expect him to break, to falter, to finally satiate you, but he doesn’t. instead, he falls forward, leaning close to you with two steady hands gripping your hips. and then, against your ear, with his heavy, wet cock pressed against the small of your back, he growls, “beg for it like the whore you are,” and you find you have no option but to do so.

humiliatingly, you dissolve into a fit of sobs, your hips pathetically and aimlessly rutting and pushing back against him, desperate and wanting as you cry out a chorus of, “please, please, please—“ like it’s the only word you know. his nails dig deeper into your skin as your pleading rises in volume and without warning, he sinks into you, bottoming out. the scream of shock and pain and confused pleasure that tumbles out of your lips is terrifying, and it dies out into a sob, your head falling back down, forehead pressing against the cushions of the couch.

he feels so good. he’s filling you up in ways you’d never imagined you could be, and the pleasure he drowns you in is stupefying you, numbing all your limbs. you feel on fire with how overwhelmed you are, and you doubt the need to feed will overcome you for months.

the drag of his cock against the tightness of your walls is intoxicating, and you can feel every part of him as he pulls out, only to sink back in deeper. with every thrust, a yell is dragged out from your lips, broken, helpless sobs tumbling out. he fucks you stupid, hard and fast and deep, exactly the way you need it. you can feel yourself dripping and drenching your thighs and the couch’s arm beneath you, and you can hear the squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock in with every thrust.

“so,” you sob, “fucking,” another hiccup, “full.” you yell out again, grip on the edge of the cushions whitening your knuckles.

“taking it like the good, little cum slut you are, hm?” he keens. your eyes roll back at the words, and fuck, who knew you’d be like this? one particular harsh thrust pushes you forward, brushing your clit against the rough fabric of the couch. it has you trembling uncontrollably, how with every thrust your clit is being stimulated, and his cock keeps brushing and dragging along the sweet spot within you until your orgasm is hitting you all of a sudden, sending you into momentary shock before your lower body is shaking terribly, hips pushing and pressing and trembling.

the couch’s cushions are damp with your drool and spit and tears as you gasp and shake and shudder and cry. he doesn’t stop. he’s not stopping.

oh, fuck.  

with a hand in your hair pulling you up, and another hand finding its way around your throat, he squeezes tightly, pressing his lips against your neck and whispering, “i’m not done with you yet,” before sinking his teeth in, marking you in every way possible.

end note; brb gotta cleanse myself 

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