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noctumbra · 4 years

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kitten

summary ─ “you know,” bucky started, voice low and raspy. “i think i have spoiled you too much lately.”

pairing ─ dom!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light bondage, blindfolds, dom bucky, oral sex (m/f receiving), fingering, dirty talking at its best, pet names, light humiliaton (bucky calls reader “slut”), come marking

a/n ─ skjfsdkf it’s not exactly what we had talked about with my friend, but dom bucky and dirty talk happened thanks to her sfjsdfj we had yelled at each other so long i just couldn’t stop myself sfhdsjf hope you like it! please leave some feedback! i don’t own the gif.

You have been whining, moaning and writhing on the bed for an hour, now. Bucky was standing between your legs, on his knees, watching you like a hawk with his almost-dark eyes. He was gloriously naked just like you, sweat glistening his built body and making the hair on his body to stick to the skin.

“You know,” Bucky started, voice low and raspy. “I think I have spoiled you too much lately.” His metal fingers caressed your nipple, tugging and pinching the soft, sensitive skin. You moaned as you arched your back, seeking more of that delicious stinging feeling. Bucky chuckled darkly.

“You’re such a slut for pain, baby,” he murmured. His hand grabbed your breast and squeezed it almost too much, too harsh, but you loved it. Arching against his hand, encouraging him to do it again, you whined sweetly. Bucky responded you with a deep growl. The blindfold over your eyes were heightening your senses: You could hear the harsh, but almost silent, panting Bucky was letting out, you could hear him sometimes jacking himself to relieve at least a small portion of the tension. You could hear it all, and it drove you fucking mad.

“Sir!” You whimpered. Bucky slapped your thigh with a effortless swing of his hand. You yelped.

“Be quiet,” Bucky said firmly. “Or I’ll put a gag on you. You’ve been talking enough.” You just writhed beneath him, unable to make any sound. Bucky smiled. “Look at you, trying to be good so hard…” You felt his fingers in your hair, forming a fist, he pulled them harshly. The breath you barely had taken a second ago left your lungs as if you were punched, and you moaned loudly. Bucky tsked.

“What did I just say?” He taunted. Barely stifling your whimpers, you pulled on the restraints Bucky had put you in, your body searching any sort of touch it could get from Bucky. “Oh, kitten,” Bucky said softly. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” His hands caressed the exposed skin in front of him, tracing all the dips and curves it had.

“So desperate for it, aren’t you?” He whispered. His breath fanning your face, you turned your head to him. Lips searching his for a sweet and very-much-needed kiss. Bucky frowned for a second, but leaned in, giving you the kiss you had asked.

“Spread your legs wider,” Bucky ordered. You obeyed immediately; widening the stance of your legs, you pulled your knees towards your chest a bit. Bucky hummed, hands skimmed over your thighs approvingly. “Look at this cute pussy,” he joked. “It’s all wet, dripping, making a mess of my bed sheets.” You bit your lip. You’d love to moan right now, so much, but you’d also love to come tonight, so you stayed quiet.

“Ah, you’re learning,” Bucky laughed. “Good.” He slapped your pussy, smearing all your juices inside of his palm. “So fucking wet, kitten,” Bucky groaned. “Got my hand drenched.” You swallowed another moan. Bucky hummed again and striked your pussy once more. You doubled over, pulling the restraints, biting your lip even more. “Fuck,” he murmured empathetically. Then, you heard him stroking himself with the same hand that slapped your pussy.

“Don’t need any lube when I have your juices that I can get my dick wet, honey,” he rasped. This time, instead of slapping, he swiped his fingers through your opening to your clit, pinching the very sensitive bud softly. You jerked, tried to close your legs as a reflex. Bucky tsked again, but didn’t say anything.

“Jesus wept, kitten, I’m so fucking hard,” he grunted. You could heard his hand flying over his cock, smearing the precum all over his length and pumping his hand faster each passing second. You licked your lips and opened your mouth. Bucky groaned loudly at the sight. “You want me to feed you my cock? You wanna choke on it, baby? Hm?” You nodded as you stuck your tongue out. Bucky had to stop jerking himself and take a deep breath to pace himself.

He moved on the bed, inching close to your face on his knees. “Well, if you want it so bad, you better start taking it, right honey?” He muttered, holding his cock and feeding it to your mouth. “You can make as much as noise you want, kitten,” he added as you swallowed his cock in one-go. He moaned when he felt your hot, wet and tight mouth around his cock. It felt like his cock was wrapped in silk clothing, whenever you swallowed, the clothing around him tightened.

“Yeah, fuck,” he moaned again. His fingers found the blindfold and pulled it off. “Look at me, kitten. Lemme see those beautiful eyes,” he commanded. You obeyed, opening your eyes slowly, you looked up at him. The dim light in the room didn’t hurt your eyes, and you were grateful for that. “Jesus fuck─” Bucky moved his hips forward lightly, testing the waters. You nodded without Bucky having to ask. You saw him swallow harshly, and you smiled as much as you could around his cock.

Bucky started to thrust in and out of your mouth. The silky wet heat was enveloping his hard cock so good, Bucky went cross-eyed for a couple seconds. Mouth hanging open, he panted. Whenever his cockhead hit the back of your throat, he gasped like he’d been electrocuted. The previous ones didn’t give him as much pleasure as you did, though, so he was embracing the better feeling of it.

“Yes, kitten, yes, fuck,” he moaned. He threw his head back, eyes closed, mouth open. It was such a sight, you moaned, too. The vibrations made Bucky’s thighs tremble around your head. “Shit. Do that again,” he ordered with a raspy voice. You shivered as you complied. He growled deep in his chest, it felt like a warning. His hand found your throat, feeling himself through there, he grunted as he pulled out.

“As much as I fucking love your mouth, kitten,” he started. “I promised my attention to this pretty pussy.” He slapped it genty for good measure and just to watch you squirm. He moved back to the place he had been before he fed you to his cock. Laying on his belly, he wrapped his hands around your thighs, pulling you towards him. With your legs thrown over his shoulders, he dove right into your pussy with his tongue, collecting all your juices on his tongue and toying with your clit before he swallowing. You groaned, back arching, you ached to grab his hair, and maybe pulling on them.

“Stay still,” he said, pinching your thigh, as you fidgeted beneath him. His tongue continued its assaulting against your pussy. You whined, high and needy. He cooed gently, hands sliding over your stomach to your breasts, and he grabbed them. He gave them a good squeeze before tugging on your nipples.

“Fuck, oh, sir!” You screamed. You sobbed as he sucked on your clit, fingers now smearing your juices and pushing them inside of your pussy. “Sir! I’m gonna─ Can I? Please? Oh, Sir, please, can I come? Ple─” You gasped.

“Yeah, kitten, come. Lemme drink it all up. Come on my face, baby,” Bucky gave you the permission, and your back arched: Pushing your pussy against Bucky’s face even more, your legs trembled and you screamed, coming hard. Bucky slurped. Just like he said, he drank all your juices up and sucked on your clit more. He cleaned you with his tongue, holding onto your thighs as he did so.

“Mmm, Sir,” you mewled. “Too much, Sir!” You thrashed a bit. Bucky pulled back slightly and placed a kiss on your clit. He lowered your legs as he stood up to his knees again. Straddling your legs, he started fisting his cock. The fucked out look on your face, the sweat that made your skin glow softly… It was a sight to see. He bit his lips, feeling his balls tightening with the upcoming orgasm. You hummed, sensing how close he is, you pushed your chest up to his cock and opened your mouth.

“Fuck!” Bucky groaned out loud and came onto your chest. The first strikes of pearly come hit your lips and your eyelids, the rest dripped on your breasts, marking you perfectly. “God, fuck, kitten,” Bucky groaned again. His face was flushed, hair half-wet from the sweat, and his chest was heaving. He stroked himself once, twice and once more. He gasped and let go of himself. Oversensitivity was a bitch.

“God, kitten, you did so fucking good,” he said, unbuckling the restraints and releasing your wrists. You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck lazily. He kissed you sweetly. “You were so good, I cannot believe how good you were, sweetheart.” You preened under all the soft praise and smiled shyly at him.

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, earning another sweet kiss.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He asked. You nodded. “Good kitten.”

You just preened more, making him chuckle fondly.

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aliendes · 4 years

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BTS reaction to you squirting (M) NSFW

BTS reaction to you squirting NSFW 18+

This is my first time using the Tumblr GIF feature. If you do not want me to use your GIFs please let me know, I am new to this!

Warnings: squirting?, fingering, oral, overstim, toys, they’re mostly all kind of soft doms? lol oops, marking, exhibitionism kind of

A/N: Ok so I got a request from @blushingatyou for a soft dom Namjoon with marking, praise, and oral, so I included that in here! Hope you like it! :) and also I think I have a thing for Taehyung… he’s literally never been my bias or my bias wrecker, but I can’t help but write the filthiest things for him… why lol. Some of them are short - I’m sorrrrry. If you have a request, send me an ask ;D

Seokjin was on top of you thrusting his thick cock into your pussy. He was hitting all the right spots, the tip of his dick bumping into your cervix with each thrust. You could feel the pressure building in your core causing you to clench around Jin.

“A-ah!” You yelped as Seokjin brought his hand between you and pressed his thumb onto your swollen clit, “Jin!”

“Come on baby, cum for me,” his voice was low and breathy. He was panting hard, exacerbated from the quick pace he was keeping up. The room was filled with both of your heavy breathing and the sound of his balls smacking skin with each thrust.

“So- so close, Jin,” you were out of breath, eyes screwed shut as you let your orgasm build. You started to feel a pressure in your pussy that felt foreign to you, but it felt good. Really good. “J- Jin - I,”

Before you could finish your sentence the pressure snapped and you swear you lost consciousness for a moment, only seeing white behind your eyelids. The next thing you knew, Jin had halted his movements and was staring at your pussy in awe. You looked down and saw that his crotch and abdomen was soaked. He looked up at you, a goofy grin on his face, “You just squirted, babe.”

Your face flushed at his words, one hand coming up to cover your face. “Hey,” Seokjin leaned down and pulled your hand down, “don’t hide from me. That was insane. You are so fucking hot. Do you feel good?”

You did, you really did. You nodded at him and he leaned down and kissed you softly. “Think you got another one?”

Yoongi currently had you bent over your makeup vanity in your room. You were supposed to be going out for dinner tonight, both having the night off from work, but neither of you were able to keep your hands to yourself. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in almost a week, too busy with work. You didn’t even have time to touch yourself properly. You had a lot of built up desire and the moment your boyfriend walked through your door, all bets were off.

A sharp slap came down hard on your ass cheek as Yoongi relentlessly pounded into you from behind. Your arms were bracing you against the desk, both of Yoongi’s large hands on your hips pulling you back to meet every thrust, one coming up every once in a while to give your ass a nice slap. You had a blooming red print on your cheek and Yoongi was loving it.

“That’s it baby girl,” he drawled, voice deep with lust, “you take my cock so well.”

You moaned at his words, pussy clenching hard around his thick cock. “Mmm, you love it don’t you,” he growled, “you love this cock.”

“Yoongi!” You yelped as his hand came down another time. Your nerves were on fire with arousal, pussy dripping down your thighs and onto your bedroom floor. The pleasure Yoongi was giving you was heightened because of your lack of release this past week.

“Scream my name baby, let everyone hear whose fucking this pussy raw.”

“A-ah! Y-Yoongi!” You screamed as his hand snaked around your front, tips of two fingers rubbing vigorously onto your swollen bud. He reached down a bit gathering up your arousal and spreading it over your clit again. The moan it drew from your throat was so lewd it had him throwing his head back as he fucked into you with all his strength. He wasn’t usually this rough, but he missed your sweet, sweet cunt so much. Yoongi bent his knees slightly, fucking up into you so he could hit your sweet spot. “Ah!” You were sure your neighbors would call the cops soon.

“Cum for me baby, cum on this cock.”

You felt the pressure in your pussy build and build until you couldn’t take it anymore and your legs were shaking with pleasure. Yoongi grabbed onto your hips, steadying you as he fucked you through your high, never letting up his pace. It wasn’t until your post orgasm haze started to fade that you realized the puddle on the floor. “What.. the…” you trailed off as Yoongi’s thrusts started to slow.

“You squirted all over me babe,” he said, smirk apparent in his voice, “you’re so fucking hot.” He picked up the pace again and slammed into you, chasing his own high. “Let’s see how many more times you can do that tonight.”

Hoseok knew exactly what he was doing, and you fucking loved it. He currently had you blindfolded on his bed, teasing your sensitive clit with a vibrator. He’s been edging you for the better part of the last hour, bringing you so close to orgasming and then pulling away completely. You were a writhing mess on his satin sheets, heightened even further by the blindfold you were currently wearing.

“Hoseok-ah!” You screamed as you felt his tongue plunge into your pussy without warning. He still held the pink silicone vibrator against your clit and he fucked his tongue into you, drinking up your taste. “Ah!” You couldn’t control your volume at this point, hands reaching to grab onto his hair.

He instantly pulled away at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, still holding the vibrating toy. “Uh-uh kitten, hands off,” he growled lowly, “only good girls get to cum. Now behave.”

You whimpered, slowly removing your hands from him and fisting the soft sheets instead. After a moment, you felt Hoseok inching closer to you until you could feel his hot breath of your dipping pussy making you jolt with excitement. He brought the vibrator back to your bud, just lightly touching it. The pleasure bordered on painful, not quite enough to bring you over the edge but enough to have your legs shaking. “You look so hot squirming under me, kitten,” Hoseok whispered against your pussy, licking a stripe from your hole up the side of your clit. You were a moaning mess, screaming at the intense feeling of his wet tongue and the strong vibrations.

Just as you were about to topple over the edge, you expected Hoseok to pull away again, but instead he clicked the vibrator’s strength up all the way. “That’s it baby, cum for me,” a high pitch scream left your lips as your orgasm washed over you quicker than you expected, back arching high off the bed and you clenched down on nothing. Hoseok quickly stuck his tongue inside you and you came to ride you through your high.

You laid back on the bed, head hitting the soft pillow as Hoseok clicked off the vibrator and slid up the bed towards you. “Feel good, kitten?”

You nodded at him, a hazy look on your face as he reached over and pulled the blindfold off you. Your eyes took a moment to adjust, and the first thing you saw once they did was Hoseok’s glistening, grinning face. “What?” You asked hesitantly at the look on his face.

“You squirted,” he smirked.

You looked down between your legs immediately noticing how wet the bed sheets were. A blush instantly rose to your face at the mess. “S-sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

Hoseok propped himself up over you and leaned down and kissed you passionately. “Sorry? No - baby that was so fucking hot. I can’t wait to do it again later.” You giggled at his salacious smile, covering your face with your hand.

“You look so good, dripping wet for me, love,” Namjoon whispered in your ear. He was propped up on one hand leaning over your body, the other hand traveling down your naked body until he reached your pussy. He ran two fingers through your slick before inserting them into you, causing a soft mewl to leave your throat. “So wet, so perfect.” His mouth traveled down your neck kissing and sucking lightly on the skin until he reached your collarbone. With his fingers still pumping slowly in and out of you, he sucked light purple bruises onto the skin of your decollete, marking you for everyone to see tomorrow. “Such a pretty baby.”

“Joon,” you moaned, drawing out his name.

“Hmm,” his lips were still sucking at your chest, moving a little lower until your perky nipple was in his mouth. He lewdly sucked for a moment before pulling back with a ‘pop’. “Tell me what you want, love,” he looked up at you, lust present in his eyes.

You squirmed a little, making him halt the movement of his fingers inside you. You let out a loud whine at his actions, making him pull completely out of you and lightly slap your clit with his wet fingers. “Use your words baby,” he growled leaning up to bite your neck in warning.

“Ah!” You yelped, “Y-your fingers, Joon!”

“What else, love?”

“Y-your t-tongue!” You gasped as his fingers entered you again, adding a third one to stretch you further. You moaned at the slight burn in your core as he curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot. “Feels so-o-o good!”

“Mmm,” Namjoon made a noncommittal noise in his throat before moving down your body, fingers still wriggling inside you. “Such a good girl,” he whispered before slotting himself between your legs. You looked down at him as he looked up to meet your gaze, “Tell me what you want again.” He loved hearing you tell him how good he made you feel, how much you wanted him and you were happy to give it to him.

“Need your t-tongue, Joonie,” you whimpered, bottom lip jutting out slightly as you bucked your hips up into his hand, “ah!”

Namjoon placed his free hand on your stomach, holding you down as he smirked, “Dirty girl, can you squirt for me?”

You could feel the tell-tale pressure building inside you as he continued to wiggle his fingers upwards. You nodded your head quickly.

“Good girl,” he growled as he dove forward and latched his lips onto your pulsing clit, pulling a guttural scream from your lips. Namjoon pulled your clit lightly between his teeth and sucked, hard. Your vision went black, hands grabbing onto whatever you could of the bed sheets, back arching violently as your high hit you like a truck. Namjoon watched in awe as your pussy clenched around his digits, liquid squirting all over his hand and face. Your body was shaking under him as he slowly finger fucked you through your high.

Once you came down from your high he brought his plush lips back down onto your swollen bud, gently lavishing you with his soft tongue. He slowly pulled his fingers from your aching hole and ran his wet tongue through your folds, lapping up your release. His goal wasn’t to make you cum, but instead to soothe you and clean you up. He was careful to avoid your sensitive clit, pressing light kisses against it. The sweetness of his actions severely contrasted his dominant demeanor only a moment ago.

You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of his wet muscle moving over your worn out pussy, loving the way he cares for you. Once he had you cleaned up sufficiently, he climbed back up the bed, slotting himself against your side. You reached your arms around his neck, turning onto your side.

“Good?” He asked quietly.

You smiled softly at him, “Good.”

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too Joonie.”

“Scream for me baby,” Jimin whispered in your ear before biting down on your earlobe, pulling the sound he wanted from your lips, “that’s right. Let everyone know whose cock is making you feel this good.”

“J-Jimin!” You screamed, legs wrapping around the hips that were pounding into you relentlessly. Jimin picked up his already impossible pace, balls making a lewd slapping sound with every thrust.

Jimin’s hard cock curved in the most perfect way, and you truly admired his thick girth. It rubbed your walls in a way you’ve never felt with any other person. He hit all your sweet spots, and now was no exception.

Jimin brought two fingers up to your mouth and you obediently opened, allowing him to insert his digits and swirl them around on your tongue, collecting your saliva. Quickly, he reached down between you both and rubbed quick figure eights onto your sensitive clit. “O-oh Jimin!” You yelled again, not caring about your volume. Jimin’s roommates were out tonight so you didn’t need to worry about anyone hearing you.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” You nodded quickly, eyes screwing shut at the pleasure Jimin’s cock and fingers were giving to you, “Cum all over this cock baby.”

At his dirty words the band inside you snapped, arms reaching up and pulling his shoulders down to help ground you. You felt Jimin’s hips stutter slightly as he slowed down his movements. “Oh shit,” he growled, looking down between your legs. You quickly looked down to see yourself squirt all over his dick and thighs, leaving a glistening sheen on his tanned skin, “That was so fucking hot, YN.”

Jimin looked up at you with love in his eyes, like you hadn’t just squirted all over him and his bed, “You’re amazing baby,” he leaned down and kissed you sweetly before pulling back and looking at you with fire in his eyes, “my turn.”

Taehyung smiled at you as you sat down on his lap. He was sitting in the studio working on lyrics when you decided to stop by and bring him coffee. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Taehyung leaned his chin on your shoulder, “Thank you, baby.”

You smiled sweetly at him, “You’re welcome Tae. Do you think you’ll be done soon?” As you questioned him, you wiggled your hips a bit to get more comfortable on his muscular thighs.

“Hmph -” Tae squeezed your middle a little tighter at the movement, “baby,” his voice was suddenly lower, gravely, “don’t do that.”

You looked at him, confused for a moment, before you felt his growing member on your backside. You gasped at him, turning to face him, “Tae!”

“I can’t help it!” He defended, hands sliding over your waist and thighs, “I’ve been horny all day and you sitting on it is making it worse!” He whined.

He’s been horny all day? Well, you could help him with that. You smirked at him, causing his dick to twitch in his pants at what was about to happen. “Can I help you baby?”

His normally sweet eyes turned dark at your suggestion, “What did you have in mind?” You knew where his thoughts were going. He probably wanted to bend you over this desk and dominate you, but you had other ideas.

“Let me ride you, right here,” you punctuated your sentence with a roll of your hips, earning a groan from Taehyung.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbled as you stood up, slowly sliding your jeans off your legs, giving him a show. As you pulled your pants down, you turned around and bent forward so he could get a view of your already wet pussy from behind, covered by white panties. He could see your wetness seeping through the fabric and it made his cock throb in his pants. “Ugh, YN, look what you’re doing to me.”

You turned around and tossed your pants behind you, looking down at his crotch. He was currently sporting basketball shorts which did nothing to hide the tent his dick was making in his underwear. As you walked slowly back towards him, he slid his shorts down a bit, hard cock springing free and slapping his stomach. He wrapped a large hand around himself and gave a few lazy strokes before you straddled him.

As you slotted yourself on top of him, he pushed your panties to the slide and lined himself up with your core. You locked eyes with him for a moment, both silently giving permission to go forward. Taehyung rubbed the tip of his leaking cock through your folds, gathering up your arousal before sliding easily into you. You both moaned at the stretch of your walls, your voice cracking a bit at the delicious burn.

“Oh my God, baby, you’re so tight,” he mumbled into your hair as you leaned forward, wrapping both arms around his neck. He let out another low moan as he fully sheathed himself inside your warmth, “I love your pussy.”

You smirked, placing a wet kiss on his neck. You slowly began to grind on his dick, reveling in the way it rubbed against your sweet spot. With every roll of your hips you let out soft whimpers, spurring Taehyung on even more. He was losing himself in the pleasure of you taking control, letting his hands roam your tight body, finally resting a large, veiny hand on your ass. God, you loved his hands. His other hand came down between you two, thumb pressing onto your clit.

You buried your face further into his neck, hips still rolling against his. “Your cock feels amazing, Tae,” you mumbled against his hot skin.

“What can I do?” So considerate, always wanting you to cum first.

“Lean back a bit?” You asked him quietly. He did as you asked without hesitation, leaning back in the office chair until he heard you moan loudly. The new position allowed his cock to rub against your g-spot perfectly and you could feel your orgasm building quickly.

“Can you cum for me, princess?” He was so sweet. Something about that name sent you over the edge, halting your movements. Taehyung took over for you, slowly grinding up into your hips, helping you ride out your orgasm. “Oh god,” he groaned, his voice breathy, “are you squirting?”

You looked down, noticing the hot liquid squirting from your pussy. It wasn’t much, but it was definitely noticeable, the feeling too much as you quickly swatted Tae’s hand from your clit.

“I- I think so?” You had never squirted before, all you knew was that you felt amazing, a little hazy, but amazing.

“God, YN,” he groaned again before grabbing your hips and fucking up into you with abandon. You squealed at the sudden roughness of your boyfriend, which probably wasn’t the best choice, since the next sound you heard was a knocking at the door and Namjoon’s deep voice.

“You guys ok in there?”

Jungkook was currently knuckle deep in your pussy, fingering you against the wall of the bathroom. The two of you decided to go out with the boys to celebrate the completion of their album, but snuck away to have a little celebration of your own.

“You like that baby?” He asked, voice low, “Want someone to walk by right now and hear exactly what you’re doing in here?”

You moaned at the suggestion. Who knew you had an exhibitionism kink?

“Yeah? I just felt you clench around my fingers, YN,” he whispered into your ear, which was pointless really with how loud the music outside the door was, “are you gonna squirt for me?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you swung one leg around Jungkook’s hips, leaning farther back into the wall. “Mhmm,” you moaned into his neck, sighing at the feeling of his thick digits wiggling inside you, “feels s’good.”

Jungkook added a third finger at your admission, not quite finger fucking you, instead wiggling his fingers back and forth inside your heat. You could feel the pressure building everytime he rubbed against the spongy spot inside you. Jungkook knew how to make you squirt. Always wanting to be the best at everything, when you first got together years ago he asked if you had ever squirted. You told him you hadn’t so he made it his mission to be the first, which he succeeded in. Ever since then he could do it easily with this technique.

“Squirt for me baby,” he mumbled into your hair as he felt your pussy tighten around his digits, sending a searing heat through your nerves. You screwed your eyes shut and twisted one hand into Jungkook’s long, curly hair as you came. Jungkook quickly pulled his finger from you, allowing the built up pressure to release all over the bathroom floor. He backed up a bit, careful not to get your release on his dark jeans. You were panting hard, hands on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you caught your breath. He reached forward and pulled your dress back down your body and fixed your panties. “You good, babe? Let’s get you cleaned up so we can get back out there.”

“Wait - don’t you want me to suck you off?” You looked at him, eyebrows raised, still slightly panting.

“Nah,” he said, a devilish smirk appearing on his face, “I’m going to ruin you when we get home.”

You gulped. You couldn’t wait.

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fandom-puff · 4 years

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Arthur Shelby Smut Alphabet

Warnings: smut- what it says on the tin

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

Arthur is one to lay panting for a moment, wiping sweat from his brow and pushing his hair out of his face, composing himself before seeing to you. He’ll ask if you’re alright, if you need anything, stroking your hair as you nuzzle into his chest

“You’re fuckin’ perfect, you,”

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

Much to your dismay, he doesn’t find any part of himself overly attractive. If he had to choose, he’s say his freckled hipbones are his favourite- they jut slightly, and you always end up kissing and marking them.

I mentioned on my smut headcanons post that Arthur is a boobs kinda guy. I reckon he’d also really like your shoulders, collar bone and neck- plenty of space for him to kiss and mark as his own, and plenty of places to bite to muffle his moaning

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

While he would rather come inside you always, that would likely result in lots of trips to see the midwife. His other favourite places are on your lower belly, your inner thighs...

He’d much rather come inside you, truly connected in the moment as you chase your climax- it’s a wonder you don’t have a million pregnancy scares

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Arthur loves letting go and having you dominate him. While he won’t admit it, being called a ‘good boy’ makes him feel unstoppable. Even if he doesn’t SAY it, you can gauge his reaction pretty easily

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Arthur has had many one night stands and flings, even a few girls he’s seen for several months, so he knows what he’s doing. He’s never really had someone treat him the way you do, kissing all over him, making love to him rather than just fucking and fumbling

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Arthur loves taking you with you flat on your back with your legs thrown over his shoulders. It allows for deeper penetration, plus he gets to admire your face and body

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You and Arthur can have a laugh when you’re intimate, which is nice. It shows he feels really comfortable around you.

“Fuck me,”

“YN, that’s literally what I’m doing now love- ah!”

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

His hair down below is a little darker than the hair on his head. Coarse, curly and slightly wild, he makes sure to keep it in check for your comfort

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Arthur gets VERY into it. While he mightn’t be the best with words, he’s able to communicate how much he loves you while you fuck through his actions, making sure to caress and kiss whenever (and wherever) he can

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

One time, he thought you were at work, so didn’t bother to shut the door as he stroked himself, eyes screwed shut and arm thrown across his face. He nearly came on the spot when you creeped up on him and wrapped your mouth around his tip on the downstroke, shoving his hand away as you took your fill.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Arthur isn’t all that kinky. He prefers to enjoy YOU. That being said... he’s a big fan of office sex, having to clamp his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. He also has a thing for you looking all innocent in your pretty dresses and whatnot, yet knowing you moan as loud as any whore when you’re with him. He also likes you wearing pretty underwear under your clothes, flashing him a bra strap here, a lacy trim there... it just riles him up

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He LOVES fucking you in his office. The thrill of getting caught, the sight of you splayed out on his desk or riding him in his chair. He also loves doing it in the snug in the garrison, with the door and hatch locked so no one can burst in. He can hear everyone mulling around having a good drunken time while he’s tucked away in the snug having his wicked way with you. They’re all none the wiser to his activities (even though it becomes a pattern- you two sneak into the snug, the door clicks shut and Arthur emerges fifteen minutes later for a cigarette and some more whiskey looking dazed)

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

As mentioned before, knowing you have pretty lingerie on that no one but him can see... the way you lounge on the couch, your ankles crossed demurely as if butter wouldn’t melt... when you catch his eye across the room and give a cheeky wink...

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Arthur doesn’t share with ANYONE. He also won’t use anything but his hand if you ask him to spank you, not wanting to hurt you too much, even if you beg. He also will not have anything around his neck, unless it’s the rare occasion that it’s your hand

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

A sure-fire way to send Arthur over the edge is to such him off. He tries his best not to fuck your throat, as you look so damned pretty trying your hardest to take him all, but occasionally it’ll all get too much and he can’t help but rock his hips into your welcoming mouth.

If he was given his way, he would spend hours between your thighs, alternating between fast flicks of his tongue and torturously flow, languid sweeps up your entire heat... sometimes he’ll keep you on edge, pulling away right when your body needs him most, other times he’ll make you come by his mouth over and over, until you cannot form a coherent sentence as you beg him to just fuck you

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Arthur’s default is fast and rough. You don’t mind, as you can’t deny how good it feels. Sometimes though, he is slower, his thrusts still strong, but he takes his time. This normally occurs in the comfort of your home, when he doesn’t have to worry about brothers who don’t knock; he can enjoy you all to himself. His last few thrusts as he comes are always fast, no matter how he started off as he is eager to finish with you

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Absolutely LOVES an office quickie (have you read ‘Caught?’). Will often call you in, saying he needs help with the books or something, but literally the whole betting shop knows it’s code for ‘we’re fucking’. He always smacks your arse cheekily as you walk away too, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

So long as he KNOWS you won’t get hurt because of it, he doesn’t mind trying new things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Arthur can last for one solid round. This is why he loves eating you out so much- he’s satisfied with one orgasm, but he would give you the workd if he could.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No. I don’t think they were commercially available when PB is set.

The closest he gets is using his neckties as blindfolds or gags.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Arthur can not tease for shit. He always ends up snapping before you can get properly riled up, unable to wait any longer. You however... are a different story. He doesn’t mind though. He loves the thrill of the chase (quite literally- sometimes he’ll chase you round the house)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Arthur is LOUD. Grunts, groans, gasps and an awful lot of swearing. The best is when he growls, right in your ear, making your eyelids flutter.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He adores morning sex. Just the two of you under the covers, not a care in the world (at least not yet) enjoying one another’s bodies, still half asleep and clinging to each other, voices hoarse and gasping...

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Arthur is fairly average in length, but rather girthy, with a single prominent throbbing vein that runs up the underside.

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

Jesus CHRIST, this man would have you every day if time allowed it. He makes do with a minimum of twice weekly, though it often ends up as much more than that (especially with you teasing)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it’s not a quickie, he’s pretty quick to doze off. His mind settles as soon as he knows you’re alright, and he’ll grab you and pull you close, often rolling onto his side and taking you with him as you nod off too

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Nobody Fights Alone - Part 6

Pairing: Eddie x reader

Word count: 2024

Warnings: cancer, language, brief panic attack

A/N: This is it!! The final part of this series co-written with @spnirwin! We hope you have enjoyed is as much as we have!

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Part 5

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It had been twelve days since your final chemo treatment. You were still feeling the effects, though they had started to improve slightly over the last two days. Exhausted, you laid in bed wide awake. The next morning you had an appointment to go over your test results to see if the chemo had worked.

Eddie came into the bedroom and got into bed beside you. He pulled you over to rest your head on his chest and wrapped his arms around you. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” he asked.

You took a deep breath as you moved your hand to grip a fistful of his shirt. “Nope. Not at all. I’ll be surprised if I actually get any sleep.”

He squeezed you just a little tighter. “It’ll be okay. No matter what the tests say, we'll get through it.”

Eddie started to run his hand up and down your back. Eventually, you managed to fall asleep.

—

The next morning as you got ready to leave, you felt your fear and worry start to grow out of control. Next thing you knew, you were sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed. Your arms were wrapped around your legs as you curled up as tight as possible. You started to feel light-headed as you realized you were hyperventilating.

“Are you almost—” Eddie started to ask before he appeared in the doorway. “Y/N? What happened?” He was beside you a moment later.

“W-what i-if it d-didn’t do any-anything?” You stuttered out between gasps.

“Then we will deal with it, together.” He placed both hands on your cheeks to force you to meet his eyes. “You have to breathe. Take a deep breath.” He took a few deep breaths for you to follow.

It took a few moments but you managed to calm down some and get your breathing under control.

“That’s better,” he said. He stood and helped you up. “Either way, we have to know.”

You nodded. “You’re right. I think I’m ready to go.”

Half an hour later, you were sitting in front of Dr. Alexander, trying to read the expression on her face.

Your knee was bouncing with your nerves until Eddie reached over to gently squeeze your thigh.

Finally, Dr. Alexander broke into a small smile as she pulled out the scans. “There are still cancer markers in your blood work, but the tumor itself is gone.”

You released the breath you were holding. “Okay, so what now?”

“Now, we take this as a win. We will redo the scans and blood work in six months to make sure the tumor doesn’t grow back,” she explained.

“Okay,” you said as you glanced over to Eddie. He looked relieved. Once again, you felt a little like you might be dreaming.

You left the office and Eddie drove you home. After closing the door to the apartment, Eddie turned to face you. He grabbed your shoulders and studied your face for a moment. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded. Suddenly, all the emotions from the day hit you like a freight train. Tears welled up in your eyes and you slumped over against Eddie. “The tumor is gone,” you mumbled, repeatedly.

“Yeah, you’re kicking cancer in the ass.” He chuckled as he held you. He slowly moved the two of you over to sit on the couch.

You lost track of how long you sat there. Eventually, the tears turned to small sniffles and your eyelids started to feel heavy.

“We have to call Evan and tell him,” you mumbled, already half asleep.

Eddie kissed the top of your head. “I texted him earlier. You can call him later. Get some sleep.”

—

“Y/N?” Your head shot up as you heard your name called across the waiting room of the doctor’s office.

“You ready?” Eddie asked. He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.

You looked at him and smiled, nodding your head. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked across the waiting room and met the nurse at the door.

“Six month checkup, right? How are you feeling?” the nurse asked. She was leading you down a long hallway towards the exam room you had grown extremely familiar with.

“Nervous,” you laughed in response. “But other than that, I feel pretty great overall. Let’s hope that’s a good sign.”

You stopped in front of the door to exam room three. The nurse opened it and gestured for you and Eddie to step inside. “Dr. Alexander should be with you shortly,” she said. She exited the room after shooting you one more kind smile.

You hopped up onto the exam table and wiggled around, trying to get comfortable. “I hate this paper they put on these things. All it does is stick to your legs, it’s so annoying.” You punctuated your statement with an eye roll.

Eddie dragged over a chair from the corner of the small room and sat down beside you. He reached up and tapped your knee gently, trying to get your attention focused back on him. You looked at him and raised one eyebrow expectantly, knowing he had something on his mind.

“I just need you to know that whatever the doctor says, it’s going to be okay. Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together, alright?”

“Okay,” you said with a smile. You placed your hand on top of his where it was resting on your knee. “I love you.”

“Love you, more,” he replied with a wink.

The door to the exam room opened and Dr. Alexander stepped inside. “Good morning, Y/N,” she said in a bright voice. “And Eddie, it’s good to see you again.” She stuck out her hand and Eddie shook it.

“You, too,” Eddie said.

She turned her attention back to you. “Are you ready to go over these results?” She held up your file and you nodded hesitantly.

You had been in the day before in order for the doctor to do some scans and blood work. The hope was that your tumor hadn’t returned after the conclusion of your chemotherapy treatments. This would mean you were in the clear for another six months.

“So,” she stated, pulling a photo of your scan out of the file. “I have some good news for you. I see no tumors on this scan, which means your tumor did not return. There are also no more cancer markers in your blood work. We can officially say that you’ve entered remission.”

You stared down at the photo of your scan in shock. Eddie gently shook your leg, effectively snapping you out of your trance. You looked up at Dr. Alexander, mouth hanging slightly open. “Are you serious?” you whispered, slightly breathless.

She laughed and nodded her head. “Very serious. You won’t be in full remission until you’ve been tumor free for five years, but this is a wonderful start. It’s a big deal.”

“Thank you,” you said. You stood from the exam table and engulfed Dr. Alexander in a hug.

“You’re very welcome,” she said, tone warm. “I’ll see you in six months for, hopefully, another clear scan. Enjoy your freedom, Y/N.”

You turned to Eddie and beamed at him. “You hear that, babe? I’m free.”

—

You walked out of the building and began laughing as soon as the sunshine touched your skin. Throwing your arms out on either side of you, you spun around, laughing hysterically. “I’m in remission!” you shouted. You were so happy that you could not have cared less who heard you.

Eddie came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you tight. You turned around to face him and found him smiling down at you warmly.

“You did it,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. “I am so incredibly proud of you. You fought for your life and came out on the other side. I knew you could do it.”

You leaned up and kissed him hard, trying to convey to him all the emotions you were feeling in that moment. “I’m so happy,” you sighed. “Oh, my gosh! I have to tell Evan!”

“You have to tell Evan what?” asked a familiar voice from behind you. You detangled yourself from Eddie and spun around, coming face to face with your brother. He had a sheepish look on his face and shrugged. “I know you said you’d call but I couldn’t wait.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” You reached out and took both of his hands in yours before continuing. “Brace yourself, because… I’m in remission!”

“Yes!” he shouted, yanking you forward and into a giant hug.

He released you and you stumbled backwards, laughing once again. The joy that was radiating from the three of you was contagious, and anyone passing by on the street would have been infected.

Eddie stepped forward and wrapped one arm around your waist. You smiled up at him and rested your head on his shoulder before directing your attention back to Buck.

“So does this mean we can go hiking again?” he asked, eagerly.

You and Eddie both chuckled and shook your heads at him. “Not quite yet,” Eddie replied. “We’re still taking things one step at a time. She can just walk a little faster now.”

—

It had been a week since finding out you were in remission. You were still in complete bliss. Nothing could spoil your mood.

You pulled into the parking lot at the station and hopped out of your car. Buck and Eddie had insisted you needed to visit today. You pulled out your phone to see no new messages. It was odd that neither had replied after you had texted them both when you left the apartment.

Before you made it into the station, Eddie appeared in front of you. You gave him a quick hug. “You couldn’t wait until I got inside?” you teased.

He pulled a blindfold out of his back pocket. “No, I could not.” He moved behind you and tied the blindfold in place before leading you inside.

“What’s going on?” you asked as he led you carefully up the steps. You stumbled forward slightly on the last step and a different set of hands righted you from the front.

Your blindfold was removed and you came face to face with Buck. He, along with the rest of the 118 and their families, shouted, “Surprise!”

“Are you guys serious?” You spun around to face Eddie who was grinning at you.

“Happy remission party,” he said softly.

“You did not have to do all of this for me.” You pulled him into another hug and felt him squeeze you tight.

“Of course we did.” He pulled back and looked at you. “You’re a warrior and you won your battle. You deserve it.” You shook your head at him in disbelief before turning to face everyone else.

“You are the worst secret keeper. I can’t believe you pulled this off,” you laughed as you pulled Buck into a hug.

He laughed in response and you headed off to thank everyone else in attendance. They all greeted you warmly with hugs and sentiments of congratulations.

When you reached the last person in the group you crouched down and held your arms open. Christopher walked straight into them and enveloped you in the biggest bear hug he could manage.

“I told you Dad and Buck would make you better,” he said.

“You know, you helped, too. I couldn’t have done it without you,” you replied. “Now, are you ready to dance?”

Christopher smiled and nodded his head. The music clicked on and Eddie walked over to join you. Along with the rest of the 118, the three of you spent the rest of the night dancing, laughing, and celebrating your renewed health.

You looked around at everyone that came to celebrate with you. The amount of love was almost overwhelming. Your vision blurred slightly from the unshed tears in your eyes.

Buck noticed you holding back tears. “Hey, what’s that about?”

“They’re happy tears, I promise.” You smiled. “Just feeling really, damn, lucky.”

—

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xx-sikki-nixx-xx · 4 years

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NSFW A-Z Jimmy Page

Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)

Prolly rolls a joint and y’all get high together in pure bliss of the rocking sex you guys just had coz we all know Jimmy’s gotta be a sex god tbh, like there’s no questioning that shit.

Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partners)

Jimmy really likes your eyes, he thinks they are enchanting orbs, your iris’s swimming in a fountain of colour (because he’s poetic like that) and his favourite body part on himself is his hands, because he’s a guitarist...and he knows he can make you scream his name only using them.

Cum (anything to do with cum…basically I’m a disgusting person)

Jimmy likes to cum in your mouth because as I said before after sex he likes to get high with you and it’s kinda hard to do that if you have to clean cum off of yourself you getting it in your mouth is the cleanest solution.

Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s full ass bi and would 100% would have a threesome with you and Robert (but I mean not like you’re complaining right?) like he loves you but he bets that Robert is an epic fuck too so why not get the best of both worlds?

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

For sure Jimmy has experience, I mean you don’t become a sex god without training, so yeah he’s had his fair share of sex but it’s for the best because now he can make you cum with his eyes closed and his hands tied behind his back.

Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Missionary with your legs over his shoulders because he can get deepest that way and can watch the enchanting ways your face contorts and your eyes roll back with every thrust nearing you to your finish.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Jimmy is a gentle lover and a passionate one, think rhythmic thrusts in dimmed light on silk sheets with a light breeze flowing through the curtains leading to the patio. Its as if his body is completely in tune with yours like a poem or a song.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Jimmy is pretty average when it comes to hair, like he doesn’t groom it but then again he doesn’t really need to, it’s pretty tame on its own, and yes the carpet matches the drapes.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As previously mentioned Jimmy is a sensual lover and I mean it when I say that, passionate kisses, foreheads pressed together, real intimate love making and nothing less.

Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Robert only masturbates when he’s really high, because some of the drugs he takes give him inconvenient boners so he’ll need to relieve himself and you won’t always be around to help and sometimes you just make him do it himself because it’s funny to make him beg.

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jimmy has a kink for silk binds, like ties for your wrists that are made of silk, or silk blindfolds, or silk gags, anything silk, he doesn’t know why he has this kink but the feeling of silk mixed with the aspect of tying you up really turns him on.

Location (Favourite places to do the do)

On the grass at night under the stars, preferably high on acid (cute).

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you give him little flirty looks like batting your eyelids and smiling at him oh baby that makes him crazy and when you act all polite in public like crossed legs and small talk because he knows it’s all an act and he’s the only one who knows how dirty and uncivilised you are in private.

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I couldn’t see him being into ddlg kinda stuff like that just weirds him out (which is ok we all have preference) if you have that kink he’d never be mean/rude or make fun of you for it (no kink shaming here) he’d just not want to participate in it.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh boy get strapped in baby because when Mr Page gets his hands (or mouth) on you you’ll never be the same istg if he was a superhero his power would be pussy eating for real, he likes it when you go down on him but it isn’t a must when you two have sex, he can get perfectly hard pleasuring you but if you offer he’ll never turn you down.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Jimmy is more slow and sensual, he likes to enjoy the moment and all of the sensations that come along with it but if he’s got some pent up frustration for instance you two haven’t seen each other for awhile expect a rough pounding as soon as you two have some alone time.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t really care too much, sex is sex in his eyes and as long as it’s with you he knows he’ll have a good time and in return will do his best to make you enjoy it too.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absofreakinglutely I mean I think this is the same for all of the rockstars, they all love risk, that’s part of the reason they chose that career so fuck yeah Jimmy’s down for risk as long as it comes with reward in some form or another.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Like a solid 5-6 rounds if he’s in the mood and you have enough alone time but other times he’ll settle for 2 or 3 if he must but he definitely has the stamina to go on until you’re both seeing stars and struggling to breathe.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Would I be wrong to assume he has like a treasure chest of various toys for both of you to use and I mean he has EVERYTHING like imagine any kind of sex toy and I bet you he has it under lock and key ready for when it’s needed, and I also bet he wears the key around his neck.

Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Bitch boy likes to tease you until you physically have to restrain yourself from screaming, he will push you to the absolute edge and then stop and wait for you to come down before starting again and you swear you’ve almost killed him once or twice for that, he also has a shit eating grin the whole time.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jimmy is quiet but will praise you from time to time and will let out little groans when he reaches his finish and will say your name when he cums

Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

100% has had a threesome with you and Robert, you were all hanging out at Roberts house one day and the idea was sprung on you by the two men and you happily agreed because I mean who wouldn’t? And I must say it was an EXPERIENCE

X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Like a solid 7.5 inches

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?

I’d say a 6.5/10 like he’s not a horny animal but he does like to fuck often enough when you two have the time.

ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

As I said at the start y’all usually get high after sex so as soon as the weed make you two sleepy you’ll curl up into his chest and sleep.

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alloveroliver · 5 years

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Harr Silver Smut

feel free to share on the main if you enjoy it! :) sorry its so short!

"I...do not feel comfortable with that yet, Alice."

"Oh...can I ask why?"

"I do not know too well myself. But while the intimacy would be something I would love to share with you...the thought of you staring at me so closely, seeing my face...no, you might think me a fool-"

"We can work around it, Harr. You could even blindfold me if you want, but I'd never be unhappy with seeing your face."

She had probably meant it in jest...but Heavens above, Harr couldn't stop thinking about it.

It wasn't that there was anything...wrong with his face. At least, as far as he could guess. Harr hadn't really been one to take much pride in his own appearance; if anything, he had always tried to make it easier to simply disappear. Someone viewing his face was weakness enough, and in the case of his dear sweet Alice, the weakness was less about the Magic Tower and more...being tongue-tied and way too deep in love to function.

...So maybe that was why that thought was so enticing? The thought of stripping her sight with cloth?

Goodness, Silver! When did you become so depraved?

Alice would be totally blind, but still so receptive to him. He could do what he wanted, what she so sweetly asked of him, and it would be a complete surprise every time. The anticipation would make every kiss and touch sweeter than before, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The anonymity a blindfold would provide, while not foolproof, gave Harr a cloak and mask to hide behind, to become a different kind of lover when the candlelight went out. Shadows were his realm to begin with, and he couldn't contain a shiver of pleasure at how she would jump and squirm under his magic-laden fingertips in the faint light of the moon.

"...Heavens, what am I thinking..."

Maybe he should get back to work.

But as he tinkered and toyed at the workbench, cooking up a sleeping potion for his latest customer, his thoughts were nothing short of chaotic, a maelstrom of unbidden desires and thoughts that would have made sinners blush.

The sleeping draught was long in the back of his mind when visions of Alice came forth, her pretty lips shining and puffy with the effort of holding back her voice, hips wiggling with every fleeting touch he would trace over her lithe form. Fingers, tongue, teeth, whatever she desired, with Harr feeling free as a bird while she was bound and eager beneath him.

Magic crackling in his fingertips, aching with how vivid his imagination had become, invited him to press his hand against his crotch, pushing down upon his length beneath the heavy fabrics. But that offered little comfort, not when his visionary self was preparing to lap at Alice like a starving man, feeling how the overstimulation would cause her thighs to clench around his head in sheer pleasure. The muscles jumping under the skin, the angelic cries ripped from her throat, the saccharine syrup that would run down his face as he thrust his tongue in to bring her to the edge and beyond.

The idea of sensual deprivation, only to reward her with heavenly overstimulation...the dark recesses of Harr's mind bade him closer, and unfortunately, he was not quite prepared to fight off their coaxing words.

Throwing himself towards the door to lock it and almost tripping over his robe to reach his chair once more, Harr made quick work of his tunic and belt, leaving his abdomen bare and free from its confinement. Shimmying his trousers down further, he internally winced at the sound of his own arousal hitting his stomach. How shameful of me..., he thought, but didn't stop himself from dipping his fingers into the pot of fragrant oils before him, or from smearing his shaft with it and allowing his wrist to carry on from there.

Head thrown back, mouth agape as his free hand clasped the bench for stability, he allowed the picture show to continue playing behind his eyelid. Alice, now looking dishevelled beneath him, beckoned him into her loving embrace, legs clasped at his sides as he pushed himself deeper. She would be totally at his mercy, but he would never try to push her too far.

His sweet touches, a mixture of flame and ice, would lick up the column of her throat and down between her legs, until her head was thrashing side to side, pleading for something, anything, and Harr was the only one to grant it.

"Let me see you", she would purr, and Harr groaned through his teeth at the way his arousal jumped in his palm. He would almost rip the blindfold away, barely able to control himself, only just making sure to slow his ministrations to fully seat himself within her.

The shock of bright blue, glossy with unshed tears, was just enough.

Unintelligible words flooded from Harr's mouth as he pumped himself faster, the coil in his stomach almost snapping with how quickly Alice's image had wound him. The climax itself almost shocked him with its speed, but he found himself whipped up in the frenzy just as fast, hips stuttering up from the wooden chair in sporadic thrusts, as if she was right there with him, screaming in her own ecstasy. Magic-fuelled sparks jolted the very muscles of his arms, clenched his free hand around the wood of the bench, tethering him to reality and allowing him to gently return to his senses.

And almost as quickly as she had become real...she was gone.

Harr swallowed thickly a few times as he caught his breath. He grimaced at the feeling now spattered over his belly; no doubt it would be over his clothes too, with how much he had came. Shame now flooded his cheeks even more than the previous arousal, but there was little to do about it now. He needed to clean up...and possibly get back to work before it got too late.

When he looked down at the workbench, Harr couldn't contain his embarrassed gasp.

The potion had taken on a rich burgundy hue, velvety to the eye with a glossy sheen that looked far too inviting to ignore. Tiny shards of glitter - surely flecks of magic that had yet to dissolve - swirled around in the glass bottle, before slowly sinking to the base to occasionally wink up at Harr as he moved his head.

Raising the potion to his nose, his eye widened. The scent of fresh baking, strawberries and cream, lavender soap...the scent of the girl who wouldn't leave his depraved thoughts.

He had been gripping the table so hard, and surely it wasn't out of the question that his depraved thoughts had influenced his magic so greatly...seeking the nearest vessel in which to pool, his uncontrolled sorcery had instantly poisoned the half-made draught with an intoxicating desire potion.

An aphrodisiac?

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to create magical items when so...distracted.

But as Harr lifted the vial to eye level, a devious and wholly ungentlemanly ideas came springing to mind. And Alice soon after raced through his thoughts. Licking the draught from her lips and fingers, sweetness running through her veins and filling her lungs, heady and lovestruck enough to follow any of Harr's most carnal wishes.

He would have to write a note apologising for the potion's delay. There were more important things to deliver right now.

This was submitted by Anon.

HOLY SHIT ANON!!!! This was so well done!!! This blew me away like ajzjjsjdjd OMG I've read it 4 times and im DEAD. I love it ajjxjdjdj thank you!!!! And I appreciate that you allowed me to share!!!! Also, short fics are my fav!!!

Thank you!!!

#ikemen revolution #harr silver #fanfic submission #harr x mc #smut #submission

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jiminisnotavirgin · 5 years

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Body Electric

Pairing: Park Jimin | Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: sub!jimin, dom!reader, dom!jimin, sub!reader, SWITCH, blindfolding, bondage (slight), multiple orgasms, face-riding, intercourse, pet names, slight cum play, praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of fear, mental health, cute after-sex fluff

Notes: This is dedicated to my bby @knifetata and @submissive-bangtan thank you for being so patient with me. This is also the first of my writing that I decided to post on tumblr so here’s goes nothing ;)

The digital clock on your nightstand read 11:59 AM, the numbers seemingly angry as each digit glowed the bright shade of crimson. You pulled your heavy comforter over your head and tucked the fabric beneath your feet, desperate to block out the dreadful sound that threatened to penetrate the bubble you so-carefully constructed around you. In the silence of the night, the only sounds that could be heard in your quiet apartment were your breathing, your heartbeat in your chest, and the slight drizzle of rain that served as a warning for the approaching thunder.

Your chest restricted at the sound of keys unlocking the front door, but the anxiety pumping through your veins gradually melted into relief when you remembered it was Jimin and not the fears currently inhabiting the forefront of your mind.

“Y/N? Are you home?” he called. His shoes thudded against the ground, followed by the sound of his keys landing on the dining room table. The wood floors creaked beneath his weight as he shuffled to your bedroom, his footsteps muffled by his socks.

He paused in the doorway and squinted as he scanned the dark bedroom for your figure, already knowing where you would be hiding. He’s seen you there before but his heart broke at the sight, nonetheless. The mattress dipped beside you and you felt a large arm slowly making its way around you over your makeshift blanket tent.

“Can I go under too, baby?” he asked softly before kissing the top of your head through the sheet.

“Mmhmm,” you answered quietly, quickly lifting the cover over Jimin and wrapping your arm around him while hooking your leg over his. You buried your head in the warmth of his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of sweet, comforting aroma. You pushed yourself up and planted a quick kiss on his neck as feelings of ease rolled into your bones.

You closed your eyes and tried your best to breathe slowly. “The storm hasn’t started yet.”

“I’m proud of you,” he responded while twirling a lock of your hair between his fingers in thought. The soothing hum of his voice vibrated through his chest and your thumb drew patterns over his hand, urging him to continue. “I’m proud of you for taking care of yourself, even with the storm that’s coming. You’re conquering your fears, baby, and I’m so proud to be with a woman as brave as you are.”

You were taking care of yourself. After many, many, many years of struggling with your fear of thunderstorms, your perspective on the natural occurrence shifted into one of… acceptance. Although you weren’t outright welcoming thunderstorms with dances in the rain, you were making strides by being in rooms with windows where you could see the lightning and hear the thunder, rather than hiding in a closet for hours with headphones.

“I’m actually p-proud of me, too,” you said and you meant it, too. Your voice cracked as tears suddenly sprung to your eyes. His deep, dark brown orbs of eyes scanned your face before he gently pecked the tip of your nose. You breathed in the minty scent of his breath as he pulled you in closer and you pressed your lips against his soft, pillowy pair.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he murmured. He was sleepy from his long day at work, and you could tell from the way his eyelids began to lazily droop lower over his eyes. His gaze remained trained on your lips, however, your quick action suddenly bringing him back from the depths of sleep that threatened to drag him under. His kind gaze shifted into one of lust as you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip before teasingly biting into the soft, moist flesh.

You crawled over him, watching silently as his eyes darted to the exposed skin of your smooth legs while your pajama shorts rode up with each movement. He swallowed as his eyes trailed higher and higher up your thighs, eventually landing on the place where they meet; the place you happened to rub and rock against Jimin as you sat in his lap with legs on either side of him.

You raised yourself to your knees and rested your hands on his shoulders, slowly dragging them down lower and lower, lightly scraping your nails over the fabric of his dress shirt. You ignored the blanket above you as you pushed it over your head and embraced the cold, nippy air of the bedroom. His hands hovered over your breasts and the sensitive, hard nipples you knew he was dying to touch.

“Fuck. Please, kiss me again,” he groaned as he squirmed uneasily beneath you, unsure where to put his hands. His desperation and whining caused heat to shoot through your limbs.

You loved when he begged for you. You craved it from Jimin like a drug; a hunger deep in your soul. He knew it too.

Your hands stopped their trail at the waistband of his pants, resting just over the meat of his hips. You sighed and began to fiddle with a cuticle on your index finger nonchalantly.

Sucking your teeth, you muttered, “Hmm. You don’t really want it, do you? Otherwise you’d be asking me the proper way.” He hesitated before proceeding to raise his arms above his head, crossing them at the wrists by the headboard.

“Oh!” you exclaimed while beginning to remove the tie around his neck. “Maybe my babyboy does want it. Lemme hear it nice and clear?”

He gulped nervously and kept his hands still. “I want it.”

You smacked him lightly on the cheek. “You have to be louder. I wanna hear you beg, Jimin. Beg.”

“Please, Mistress, I want you so bad. No one makes me feel like you do,” he stuttered desperately, merely watching as you wrapped the tie around around his wrists and secured them to the headboard. You stood up and sauntered to the wardrobe on the other side of the room, your hips swaying sinfully slowly with each step. You rummaged through the top drawer, searching for the perfect one.

A flash of lightning caught your attention from the window beside you, its bright, white light filling your bedroom for a fraction of a second before disappearing. You flinched, temporarily forgetting what you were doing and your boyfriend tied to the bed.

But Jimin quickly called to you, eager to distract and claim the attention of his Mistress once again. “I’m ready for you, Mistress, I promise. I wanna take care of you, I need to.”

The feeling of fear subsided in the back of your mind and you whipped out a silk blindfold from the drawer, swirling it around your index finger teasingly as you felt yourself give into the mood and bring you back to your senses.

“You always say you’re ready, babyboy,” you answered and began to approach Jimin’s figure on the bed. “But you cum the minute my tongue touches your hard cock and then I have to wait till you get hard all over again. That’s not happening today.”

You slipped the blindfold over Jimin’s eyes and grasped the collar of his shirt before pulling it apart with your bare hands, quickly disregarding the flight of each button popping off. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned chest and the Nevermindtattoo etched across his ribs, and you wondered how you were able to control yourself for so long. His breathing grew louder as you began to unbutton his pants, revealing the tent quickly growing beneath his boxers.

“Look at you,” you cooed and he shuddered as you ran your hand over his heat. “You’re such a slut for me, baby. I’ve barely touched you and your cock is hard already. Does your cock need some love?”

He groaned in response and adjusted himself beneath you, only for you to pull your hand away.

“I’m gonna ride your pretty face first,” you said, and you planned to do just that. Nothing felt better than Jimin’s tongue as you grinded against him. You assumed your position excitedly, placing each of your knees on the side of his head.

He kissed your folds gently, each soft press of his lips a precursor of the pleasure approaching. He swiped his tongue over your entire slit in one smooth motion, messily slathering your juices all over before isolating the bud at the top. Your toes curled as you rocked your hips back and forth, following the slow rhythm of his tongue.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he breathed, blowing cool air against your tight, hot core that puckered and oozed his favorite, clear nectar of yours.

His tongue pressed into you, gradually making its way into your slick entrance. He pushed it further and further, and felt your opening tighten around his wet tip, your arousal dripping onto his tongue and face. He welcomed the fluid and increased the pressure of his tongue with each flick.

“Ngh,” you moaned in response. “Faster, Jimin, faster.”

The tip of his tongue sped up as it swirled around your swollen bud, enveloping it in quick flicks and tingles that had you arching your back in satisfaction. Each lick felt like a smooth stroke and you grinded harder over his face, your movements becoming uneven as you suddenly lost control of your muscles.

You could sense the familiar feeling coming over you like a rolling wave, washing you in a stream of pleasure and release. You threw yourself beside him and tried to catch your breath for a few minutes as relief flooded into your bones.

“I want to see you, Mistress,” asked Jimin, his head turned towards your collapsed torso. “Did I do well? Was I a good boy?”

You pulled the blindfold off and cupped his cheeks with your hands in appreciation. You watched as the smile grew on his sweet face and you couldn’t control yourself as you went in for a quick peck. He licked the remaining drops of your arousal from the side of his mouth with a mischievous smile. Your face was flushed and sweaty and Jimin loved every minute of it. He loved watching as you came because of him while euphoria took its hold on you.

“You were so good, baby,” you began as you reached for your makeshift tie-handcuffs, “that I’m going to untie you and let you do whatever you want for the rest of the night.”

His eyes glittered in the moonlight and he shifted excitedly, rubbing at his wrists as soon as you granted him permission. “I need you to ride me, baby.”

Jimin’s request stirred something within you, something sinful and wild that dared to push you over the edge once again. Nothing mattered except unlocking the physical pleasure deep inside him that only you could, right here and right now.

“Come sit on my lap, princess,” asked Jimin as he patted his thighs. His low voice was raspy and out of breath, but you could feel the waves of lust and hunger radiating from him in the now-hot air of the bedroom. You pulled off your shorts and panties as he tugged off his boxers and threw them on the ground.

As you finally eased his way onto his lap, Jimin kissed you gently and you quickly found an abundance of desire in each of his kisses. You eventually fell into an even rhythm as he made out with you passionately and pressed his deliciously warm body against yours. You grinded against Jimin, digging your core into the hardness pushing beneath you.

You lifted yourself, grasping onto Jimin’s thick, veiny length and aligning your entrance with its plump, red tip. Jimin hissed as he began to feel the tightness of your soft walls immediately suck him in and clench around him. It took all the strength he had not to completely thrust himself into you all at once. You pushed yourself down lower and lower, groaning; it always felt as though Jimin had absolutely no end. Inch by inch and breath by breath, the thickness of Jimin’s girth began to stretch you out and you felt completely and entirely full. Finally, he bottomed out and sat still for a moment, breathing as you adjusted to size.

"How are you always so tight, princess? Your cunt feels so fucking good and warm around me I could stay here forever, fuck,” breathed Jimin as he raked his long fingers through your hair.

“Lean forward,” he continued, knowing exactly the best position to reach your g-spot. The action caused you to raise yourself the slightest bit and you didn’t miss the low groan that rose out of Jimin’s chest because of the friction with the quick slide. Hearing you moan and groan as you tried to adjust yourself around Jimin turned him on even more than he thought possible. He shouldn’t have been surprised though, since you always found new ways to surprise him in the bedroom.

“Mmm,” you sighed breathlessly as soon as Jimin pulled out halfway and slid himself back in.

“You like that, princess? You like feeling daddy’s big cock inside your tight, wet cunt?” he asked as he pulled himself out to the very tip before thrusting himself back inside your hot pussy. The lewd, wet sounds escaping your core caused you to clench around him once again. Each thrust was smoother and deeper than the last and Jimin kissed your chest as he gradually picked up the pace.

“Fuck, daddy, please,” you begged as you clutched onto his back, your fingernails digging into the lean muscle of his shoulder blades.

Suddenly, Jimin hit the spongey, bundle of nerves within you that caused you to gasp desperately for air—as if you would simply die if you didn’t get any more. Goosebumps grazed your sweaty skin and urged you to pursue that addictive sensation that struck your body like a sucker-punch. Jimin smiled, satisfied that he was able to successfully locate your g-spot and eager to strike it once more.

“Deeper, daddy, I wanna feel you deeper,” you begged him, frustrated with your positioning and that you couldn’t sink yourself lower onto him.

Or so you thought.

"Say no more, princess,” promised Jimin and he switched your positions. As you laid flat, Jimin lifted your leg over his shoulder and filled you to brim.

If Jimin was thunder, you were lightning. His body crashed into yours with the force of a thousand lightning bolts in the night sky, and each touch and stroke was more dangerously electric than the last.

He hit your sweet spot over and over and over again, until you finally came. A wave of tingles that crept from the tips of your fingers and spread across your entire body, each one like the intoxicatingly hot kiss of a flame. Your body shook uncontrollably and your toes curled tightly as the pleasurable height of your climax burned across your limbs.

You could feel as he released inside of you and you bit your lips as you felt the thick strings of his cum slowly drip out of your wet pussy, the physical product of his desire for you.

With Jimin still buried deep inside you, you scooped a drop of his cum onto the tip of your index finger and stuffed it into your mouth, your lips making a popping sound as you licked your finger clean.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking sexy,” responded Jimin, his eyes wide in amazement. He pulled out and tackled you with quick, desperate kisses once again. He settled comfortably with you in his arms and your blanket pulled up over the the two of you. You both watched as bursts of light filled your room every few minutes, each of your flinches lessening with each strike.

You could feel him smile against the side of your head. “Look at you, so badass. Laying here watching the storm like it’s nobody’s business.”

“One step at a time, I guess,” you sighed.

He sat up and squeezed the sides of your arms. “One step at a time? You skipped six steps today then, baby.”

You laughed. “Okay, so maybe six steps this time.”

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reddie-steady-go · 6 years

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ok but remember that time bill fell asleep while watercolouring his drawing of beverly??? yeah that but with stenbrough and like stan comes into bills room and bills just asleep with his watercolors and a drawing of stan and pure??

Ahhhhh this is such a cute idea!!! I really hope I did it justice! Also I definitely got a little carried away so it got really long. Also Georgie is alive because screw you Pennywise. ANYWAYS I hope you like it, I tried to make it not complete rubbish so there’s that. I present to you (drumroll please)..... A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words!!!

I’m still accepting prompt requests! Feel free to stop by and give me something to try and write about!

Bill Denbrough’s browfurrowed in concentration as his brush moved delicately, yet deliberatelyacross the sketchpad in front of him. He sat on his bed, long legs foldedunderneath him as he paused to consider his next move. In front of him restedhis sketchpad, and on it, his day’s work.A boy’s face inhabited the page; hehad long, messy curls that seemed to fall effortlessly from his head, his headwas turned bashfully to the side, and a small smile ghosted at his lips. Bill tookhis brush, and with purpose began to fill it in with colour. The small blush ofhis cheeks, the pinkness of his soft lips, the glint in his eyes. Bill workedwith determination, his complete admiration for the figure apparent in the wayhis eyes glinted and danced with joy as he dextrously moved the brush againstthe paper.

Bill looked at the clock beside his bed. The soft glow ofthe numbers in the dim light read out a lazy 2:30 a.m. Suddenly, Bill waspainfully aware of the ache in his back, and the soreness of his folded legs, andthe weight that seemed to pull his eyelids ever downwards. And his watercolourwas only half finished! Bill let out a slightly audible groan. He didn’t want to leave the paintingunfinished; doing so would mean that it would nag and gnaw at his mind, and hejust wouldn’t feel right until he got itfinished. But he was so tired, and with every second that passed, he could feelhis body sinking more and more into the tantalising embrace of rest. Surelyjust a couple minutes couldn’t hurt?He’d just rest for a bit and then hecould continue working. Bill was asleep before his head touched his pillow, thehalf-coloured boy smiling beside him.

-–-

Stanley Uris reached out and rang the doorbell to the Denbroughhouse, the bright midmorning sun washing sweetly across his skin. He stood insilence for a few seconds before the door in front of him opened.

“Stanley!” cried Georgie Denbrough as hewhipped the door open. He wasted no time darting out onto the porch andwrapping his small arms around Stanley, his face buried in the blue fabric ofhis polo. Stan recovered from the shock of this initial assault and laughed,his hand ruffling the crop of dirty blond hair on the smaller boy’s head. This certainly had not beenthe Denbrough he was expecting, but he was always happy to see Georgie.

“Hey there Georgie, mind if Icome in?” Stanley asked. Georgie was alreadypulling him into the house by his arm. Stan was a regular guest at theDenbrough house; it felt like a second home to him.

“Good morning Stan!” Sharon Denbrough called sweetly fromthe kitchen, her head poking out of the doorway to greet him.

“Stanley do you want to play agame with me?” Georgie asked, practicallyjumping circles around him. Out of all his brother’s friends, Stan was by far, Georgie’s favourite.

“Not now, Georgie,” Sharon spoke as she walked over to theentryway where Stan and Georgie stood. “You haveto eat, come on,” she placed her hands on hisshoulders to calm his excited bouncing, and looked at Stan, and exasperatedsmile flashing across her face.

“I imagine you’re here for Bill? He’s still upstairs, just head right onup,” she said as she ushered Georgietowards the kitchen.

“Thank you, Mrs. Denbrough,” Stan said politely. He turned andheaded for the wooden stairs that led to the Denbrough’s second floor. He knew exactly which room was Bill’s. He could probably make his waythere blindfolded, he thought as he climbed the steps. the well-travelled woodcreaked and protested grouchily under his feet.

He turned at the topof the stairs and walked towards Bills room. His heart began to flutter inanticipation of seeing Bill, and his steps took on a giddy bounce. The door wasslightly ajar, and Stan pushed it the rest of the way, stepping softly into theroom.

“Hey, Bill I –” Stan trailed off as he was Bill, instriped pyjamas and a white undershirt, fast asleep on top of his bed, thecomforter under him. Stan chuckled to himself. He must have fallen asleep whilewriting again. He stepped further into the room, closing the distance between himand the bed where Bill slept. His mouth was slightly agape, and his auburn hairwas sleep mussed and messy; he looked perfect. Stan had never told anyone, butwhen they were younger, Stan had a crush on Bill, and over the years it hadgrown into, well, something much more.

Beside the bed, Stan noticed the sketchpad, and the very familiar face drawn on it. Hereached out and picked it up for a better look, and his heart melted. There, onthe page, half water coloured, in near-perfect detail, was the unmistakable smilingface of Stanley Uris. A pinkness crept into his cheeks to match the cheeks ofpicture-Stanley. Bill stirred on the bed and opened his eyes to see Stanleybeside him.

“Oh! Hu-hey Stan I must have –” Bill’scheeks flushed, and he felt a fiery redness blaze across his face. Stan was holdinghis sketchpad. Shit. He thought. Shit shit shit. He scrambled upright, sendinghis now dried watercolours spinning through the air and onto the floor.

“Bill, did you do this?” Stan asked softly, his voice thickwith awe.

“Um, w-w-well I m-m-muh-mean,I-I-I g-guess so,” Bill’s stutter showed itself in full force as he panicked andleapt off his bed to collect his water colours, running into his nightstand ashe did. Stan turned and looked up at Bill from the sketchpad.

“Bill, this, it’s amazing,” Stan’s gazelocked with Bill’s. Bill’s own eyes widened, and his jaw slackenedas he saw the awestruck glint in Stan’s browneyes. He looked bashfully away and began to rub his neck nervously.

“I-I’m s-suh-orry I should h-have a-a-asked if I c-could d-d-d-drawyou,” Bill searched desperatelyfor some sort of telling reaction in Stan’s face.Does he know? Bill’s inner voice spoke. Does he know I like him?! His throat wasdry, and his heart pounded in his ears; he was certain everyone in Derry couldhear it. But if Stan could hear the drumbeat that was Bill’s heart, he made no indication.

“No, Bill it’s amazing. I love it,” Stan blushed harder as he spoke.

“It’s j-just t-that I n-nuh-needed someone to d-dr-draw and yuh-you’re so p-pretty –” Bill froze in horror as soon as herealised what he had just said, his stutter, already amplified by his panic,making any sort of speech impossible.

Stan’sbreath hitched in his throat and his heart skipped a beat as Bill’s words reached his ears. Pretty. The word echoed in his mind, reverberatingthrough every corner of his mind, suffusing his body with a tingling warmth.

“Y-you think I’m pretty?” Stan breathed, his voice fragile and delicate, as if madeof thin layers of ice. Bill’s mindraced, desperately clawing for something to say that might salvage thisdisaster. When nothing came to him he simply responded with the only thing hecould think of.

“Y-yes,” he spoke softly and kept his eyes downcast, not willingto look at Stan’s face. If he had, he wouldhave seen the outpouring of elation that swept across it.

Stan’s kneesfelt suddenly weak, and his whole body tingled. Bill thought he was pretty. BillDenbrough. The boy he had been pining after since they were children in gradeschool. He felt an energy build up within him, and a blissful disbeliefpermeate his thoughts. Surely, he had misheard. Perhaps he was dreaming. Hedecided that If this was a dream, then he never wanted to wake up.

Something come over him then, and without thinking he rushedforward and pressed his lips passionately to Bill’s Theenergy building up inside him flaring into a blaze. Bill stood, stunned, Stanpressed against him, lips to his. His mind halted, unable to comprehend what washappening. He had had a crush on Stan since they were in the 5th grade.And here he was, kissing him. Slowly, his brain regained control, and he kissedback, pushing back against Stan’s lips,meeting his passion with an outpouring of his own. Electricity seemed to arcand dance between the two. Slowly, Bill placed his hands on Stan’s waist; Stan reached up and wrappedhis arm’s around Bills neck, one handstill clutching the sketchpad.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Stan pulled back,and looked up into Bill’s dazedeyes, which gazed dreamily back at Stan.

“I uh, I think you’re pretty too,” He giggled and bit his lip, pulling Bill into a warm embrace.They stood in the middle of Bill’s room,Stan in his trademark polo and khaki shorts, and bill in pyjamas with sleep mussedhair, swaying gently. Stan felt surreal, as if he was floating and flying throughthe air like the birds he so adored. Bill, in a similar state of disbelief simplyheld tightly onto Stan, as if he might actually float away, never wanting tolet him go.

-–-

Three days later, Stanley Uris returned from bird-watchingto find a wrapped parcel on his doorstep. On top of the parcel was a watercolourof a dove, and under the drawing Stan’s namewas written, in the distinct print of Bill Denbrough. Grinning, Stan rushed upto his room to open the unexpected gift. Stan unwrapped it to reveal awatercolour of Bill and Stan, embracing in his bedroom. Stan’s heart fluttered, and he pressed thepicture to his chest, his lips forming softly into a smile. Just then henoticed something else within the box; he pulled it out to reveal another picture.It was the picture of himself, now completed. Under it, in looping and elegantletters, were three words:

My beautiful Lovebird

#it (2017)#stenbrough #bill denbrough #stanley uris #reddie #the losers club #prompt requests #my writing

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bellarke-addict · 7 years

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Jumping Ahead

A/N- I had a week before this potential scenario is disproved, so I wrote this quickly. Also posted it on ff.net

New Ark- Day 1

"No!"

John grabbed her from behind, his hands covering her eyes and she immediately freezes, "What's wrong?" she demands, trying to listen for sounds of distress from the others.

"Keep your eyes closed." He orders, "I want to show you something."

"Hey," he continues, his body pressed against her back, pillowed by the hazmat suits they hadn't taken off yet, "Raven, blindfold Echo."

Raven snorts, "How about I not, and she just follows you two?"

John shrugs, "Fine, come on Echo."

A swish of material and Emori- who does not like being blind with an Azgeda warrior around- senses her standing beside them,

"What exactly are you going to do?" Echo asks, voice thick with disdain.

But Emori can feel John's excitement in the tiny tremble of his hands, "Trust me, you'll love it."

Once Emori promises to keep her eyes closed and no peeking, a promise extracted with as much force as a blood bond, John leads her and Echo down the cold hallway, with the harsh light that penetrated her eyelids.

She hadn't thought space would be so cold and the air so…it tasted like poison.

Echo's boots stomp on the floor, the same as them until suddenly she stops and gasps.

"Oh."

Emori frowns but John is covering her eyes again and shuffling her around, "Okay," he tells her, his voice smug with pride, "You can look."

The first thing she sees is a window and her reflection in the glass, she wonders what he was talking about before her brain finally tells her what she's missing.

Right in front of her.

And it's so big. Bigger than she could have imagined and with endless blues and greens, jagged pieces that somehow came together...

The Earth.

She rocks back on her heels and glances at Echo who has covered her mouth with her hand, staring down in wonder and she doesn't want to spoil this moment for her. She looks over her shoulder where John is grinning, "It's pretty when it's not trying to kill you."

She smirks and takes his hand, "Thank-you."

New Ark- Day 1835

John meandered around the corner, leaning against the wall and taking a moment to watch Emori.

She was already in her hazmat suit, her helmet tucked under her left arm, but after five years of being treated as one of them, she's not lurking anxiously by the rocket, terrified of being left behind, instead, she was sitting on the viewing platform, staring out into space.

Down at the Earth.

John hadn't realized how much he, Bellamy, Raven, Monty and Harper had taken the view for granted until Emori and Echo spent so much time there. Harper had managed to get one of the e-books working again and while they couldn't use it for much, she had downloaded a map so the two of them could figure out what parts of the Earth they had walked across and recognized.

They had all stood there once as a group, as the death wave rolled across the planet, and they hadn't been able to literally see it, but they had seen the aftermath.

It didn't look nearly as appealing as it had when they'd been kids, but they didn't exactly have much choice about returning.

Even if they could miraculously get another five years out of the machines keeping them alive, the ones pretty much being held together by Raven's stubbornness, there wasn't anything in the universe that stood a chance of keeping Bellamy from the ground for another day.

Clarke and Octavia were down there.

A few times, John had come to fetch Emori from the window and found Bellamy there, not seeing the planet before him so much as he was glaring at it, daring it to defy him and his need to be back with the women he loved.

He'd been badgering Raven to get the rocket ready for the last year.

"I'm going to miss this," Emori confesses, turning to look up at him, "It's a lot nicer when you're very far away and safe."

He smirks, "Yeah, that's my opinion, unfortunately, I've already booked our seats on the return trip, so…"

She sighs but when he approaches her right side, she holds out what she called her 'normal' hand and he helps her up, sliding his arms about her waist and kissing her on the lips.

"Don't worry," John whispered in her ear, "There's no way in hell Bellamy's going to let that rocket do anything but land safely…"

"Screw Bellamy," Emori bit back, "I want that rocket to be safe by Raven's standards, not those of an idiot in love."

John leans back, "If you were on the ground, I'd be making the same calls he is."

She raises her eyebrows, "If I were on the ground, you'd be right there with me."

He grins, "Yeah, and we might finally have some privacy."

The Ground- Day 1836

One thousand and eight hundred days after the death wave, Clarke had left the bunker, walked across the island, rowed the boat across the water to the beach where she had parked the rover.

She had driven it into what had once been Trishanakru territory, a place of steep hills that give her the best view of the surrounding region and then set up camp.

Sheer force of will had kept her upright long enough to get her tent up so she would have cover when she slept.

Except it was hard to sleep when every sudden sound had you anticipating the roar of a rocket returning to Earth.

Still, the death wave had knocked out the radio towers and despite her best efforts to teach herself how to rebuild and rewire them, she hadn't managed to restore communication with the Ark or Octavia's bunker.

That had been a week after the death wave.

She had lasted an entire year before she'd travelled to Polis and beaten her fists bloody against the bunker door, screaming to be let in, begging for someone to hear her, for someone to talk to her.

They hadn't even known she was there.

The clans had prioritized their Nightbloods, unaware that they could potentially survive radiation and taking them into Octavia's bunker.

The only good thing to come out of the situation was that Clarke could ransack the Mountain where one of the rovers had managed to survive the destruction.

Not intact, but she'd had four years to learn how to fix it.

And to learn enough about air and water tests to know it would be another one hundred and eighty-two days before the first batch of scientists began to emerge from Octavia's bunker.

But her friends on the New Ark?

If she remembered Raven's pessimistic comments as they'd loaded up the rocket, they would have been pressing their luck to get their machines a day past the five-year mark.

So, when Clarke had drawn a diagonal line through the three hundred and sixtieth group of four vertical lines she'd marked onto the bedroom wall of her bunker, she had known that she still had more days to wait.

But she might as well wait them out, outside.

She spends her days waiting on the ridge, one fixed radio sitting in her lap even though there were no radio towers to relay the signal. And an environment which was finally starting to recover in which to wile away the hours.

She knows that the five years of solitude hadn't been good for her, especially with so many of them in the bunker, but the very worst day of her life, in the six years that she and her people had been on this Earth, had been two hundred days after the death wave when she had taken the risk and climbed out to see with her own two eyes the destruction.

It had been beyond description, the Earth reduced to brown wasteland without clear distinction in the horizon of where the ruined land had ended and the sky began.

Even when the persevering planet had started to fight back, blue starting to bleed across the sky, green crawling inch by inch across the earth, Clarke had refused to leave the bunker, turning her face away from the monitors.

She had spent a lot of time sleeping after that.

But she was awake now.

Especially when she spots something bright in the sky, something that caught the light of the sun and was moving faster than the sound of the engines could reach her.

She grabs her binoculars and checks that she's not imagining things, that it really was the rocket returning.

She grabs the radio, pressing the button even though she knows it's an impossible chance,

"Bellamy," she shouts, "I can see you, I'm coming, I promise!"

She watches the rocket, trying to guess its trajectory and its landing site.

She guesses that Raven would want to have a controlled crash in a body of water. Not the ocean because none of them could swim and who knew what kind of creatures resided there.

Her leg is shaking up and down as she stares so hard her eyes protest, water and she nearly misses it when the rocket disappears into tree line.

She notes the position in relation to the sun, tries to note any landmarks and runs back to her rover, not bothering to pack up her tent or anything that she'd left lying around.

It was early morning when the rocket came down and it is late afternoon when her rover runs out of power, so she climbs out and begins walking, looking up through the trees to keep an eye on her position in relation to the sun until she finds a stream, which she follows, hoping it leads to a lake.

Hopefully one without giant slug-snake monsters.

A shift in the wind and she catches the barest hint of smoke.

She can't remember the last time she was glad to smell that.

She starts running, her legs and arms pumping as she moves faster than she ever has before.

She loses her footing in the damp earth, scrambles on her hands before pushing herself up again and breaks out of the forest to find herself on the shore of a lake.

The setting sun bleeds triumphantly across the sky, the burning yellow, vivid reds and oranges, fading away behind her into a tender violet. She shields her eyes against the brightness, turning her face to the waterfall that cascaded down into the lake, cool air rising from the aqua water.

She takes a breath and looks back, as one figure comes splashing to shore, spitting up water and shaking his arms and legs, trying to remove his hazmat suit, managing to pull off his helmet but she already knew who he was.

"Bellamy," she croaks his name, her voice lost in the sounds of the oncoming night, but somehow, he pivots and she can tell the exact moment he sees her.

His helmet drops from his hand, rolling a foot away but he doesn't notice. He is too far away for her to see the expression on his face but he holds up his arm, waving it above his head and she finds herself lunging forward, her feet barely touching the ground as she kicks up the pebbles of the shore in her wake.

She doesn't bother slowing down, or stopping until they collide, his arms snapping closed around her as he takes a half-step back to counter the force, keeping them both upright as she throws her arms around his shoulders, stretches up on her toes and presses her face into his neck.

He groans, the breath from his nostrils warm against her ear, stirring the strands of her hair as he holds her even tighter, he laughs softly, tilting his head so that his temple rests against hers.

To her, he smells of space, of the cold, recycled air, the malnutrition, mingled up in the sweat of a stressful landing, all of which hadn't yet been washed away by the water.

Her legs shake from having to hold her position and reluctantly, she begins to release him, the two of them pulling apart slowly until she steps back.

He hasn't changed.

He's pale and there are bags under his eyes, perhaps his jaw is more sharply defined but he still has that intense, all-seeing gaze that manages to still be soft and comforting as he runs his eyes over her, noticeably checking that she's okay.

"I…" she chokes and closes her mouth to swallow before trying again, "I…is everyone okay?"

If he realizes that she changed her statement into a question he doesn't say anything but turns to the rocket that was twenty feet away still buoyant in the lake, although slowly beginning to sink.

Monty was hovering in the doorway, one foot on the step, ready to drop into the water but with his head slightly bowed. When they look at him, he takes a breath and eases his way into the lake, paddling clumsily forward until he can touch the bottom and wade out.

"Hi," Clarke exhales, a grin stretching across her face as she pulls him, soaking suit and all into a hug,

"I've missed you all, so much."

Trikru Territory- Day 1 12:01am

He had forgot what clean air smelt like.

What it tasted like.

What it meant to have earth under your shoes and to touch a tree with your bare hand.

What it was to be cold because night was falling, and for the darkness to be settling in around you.

Still, he's glad when they reach the rover and he makes his way to the driver's side without even stopping to think. He might not have driven in five years, but Clarke clambers in beside him and almost immediately twists around to continue talking to the group.

She hadn't stopped peppering them with questions since Raven had made it to shore, the last in the group. Even though, after setting up the New Ark to keep seven people alive for five years, there hadn't been much to do except hate being back there.

But she wants to know everything and stops only to put a hand on Bellamy's arm and tell him which route to take to get back to the island.

He had hoped when they'd landed that the bunker would be open, even though he'd known that his people would err on the side of caution and run every test before emerging.

Still, he could radio his sister once he got back to the island.

Clarke leads them down the stairs, turning on the light and Raven's the first to notice the change.

"Wow," she comments, limping over to the wall, "Nice artwork."

Bellamy remembers there having been a book shelf there but it was gone now, baring a wall that had been covered in a mural.

He sees Lincoln, crouched before a fire, watching it as if it contained secrets he needed to know. Lexa with her sword drawn. He sees Jasper, his goggles pushed back and smiling, Wells with his head bent over a chessboard.

He sees Spacewalker holding a flower in his hand and Clarke eyes Raven nervously as she approaches,

"I had a lot of time to kill," she explains, glancing at Bellamy carefully, "It…they need to be memorialized somewhere outside of us."

Raven nods, "Maybe one day we'll carve their names into a wall, and tell stories about them around a campfire."

Perhaps when it no longer tore their hearts to speak of them.

Bellamy clears his throat and puts a hand on his hip,

"Where's the radio?" he asks and Clarke turns away,

"Monty," she calls and he and Harper emerge from the bedroom, "We'll need you and Raven to figure out how to use a radio without a radio tower."

Monty blinks and opens his mouth but Murphy interrupts, "If there's no radio tower, how have you been communicating with the other bunker?" he asks and Bellamy feels a sinking sensation in his stomach before Clarke can bring herself to answer.

"I…I haven't," she confesses, "But I went to Polis a year after the death wave and the bunker doors were still in place, so it survived intact and I'm sure everyone is okay."

Right now, no-one in the bunker- except maybe Echo- gives a damn about the other bunker.

Not when Clarke had just told them that she'd spent the last five years alone.

If Bellamy had known…

He's not sure how he would have got back to Earth, but he would have found his way back to her a lot sooner.

The bunker isn't made for eight people, but Murphy and Emori use the excuse of 'keeping watch' to sneak out, Harper takes the bed, Raven and Monty head to the science lab to get to work on the radios, and Echo finds a spot where a pool table had used to be to stretch out.

Bellamy figures that leaves him the couch, but after an hour of staring at the ceiling and remembering that he's spent the last five years doing the exact same thing, he gets up and goes looking for Clarke.

She's in the bathroom, but the door is open and when the floorboard creaks under his foot, she whispers for him to come in.

He still edges in slowly, but she's dressed in pyjamas and is sitting on the lowered toilet seat, a sketchbook in hand and her pencil brushing over the paper.

"Weird place to find inspiration." he jokes, easing in and closing the door until it's only partially ajar. She rests the sketchbook on her knee and shrugs,

"I know, it's just…I'm getting used to being around people again, you know?"

No.

He doesn't and would give anything in the world for her not to either.

He doesn't know what to say so he turns to the mirror, looking at his reflection for the first time in years.

Raven could finally stop shaving the boys.

She'd always been way too cocky when holding her switchblade to their throats.

He still had nightmares about the time Echo had insisted on subbing-in for her.

Clarke puts her things aside and stands behind him, looking over his shoulder,

"I tried sketching you," she tells him, her voice low and yet somehow filling the tiled space before reaching his ears,

"So many times, I nearly even started on the wall…one in the lab," she adds, hurriedly, "Not the one you saw."

Good. He's not dead yet.

She reaches up, stroking one of his curls behind his ear, her pinky finger brushing the shell,

"But every time I started, it just reminded me that you were millions of miles away and made me miss you even more."

He watches her in the mirror, the expression on her face as she speaks and he struggles to swallow around the lump in his throat.

"Thought you didn't feel that way, Princess," he murmurs, even as he leans infinitesimally into her touch,

"I told you before that rocked launched what I felt for you and you told me you didn't feel the same."

She laughs softly, and presses her lips to his shoulder blade, kissing it through his shirt,

"Of course, I said that Bellamy," she says, pushing herself onto her toes to rest her chin on his shoulder, her blue eyes meeting his in the mirror,

"If I had told you how I really feel about you, there is no way you would have got on that rocket and stayed on the Ark for five years, and I needed you there, I needed you safe."

He wants to argue with her, point out that it wasn't her decision to make, that they could have found a way for him to stay with her, for them to have not lost so much time together.

But arguing with her won't get those one thousand, eight hundred and thirty-six days back.

They'd known each other for six years and been separated for five of them.

He takes his hands off the sink and begins moving slowly, turning around and she doesn't move an inch, so she has to tilt her head back to look into his eyes when he's facing her.

He slowly raises his hand, cupping her cheek gently and she smiles, her eyelids fluttering as he brushes her skin with his thumb,

"Tell me how you feel about me, Clarke."

She hums as his thumb ghosts over her cheek again, "Like you're the other half of me," she says, her eyes never leaving his, "Every time you're not beside me, I feel like I'm missing something vital, like you're my strengths and weaknesses simultaneously, and that I couldn't survive on this Earth without you."

He wants to point out that past evidence has shown she definitely cannot survive on this Earth without him there, but she turns her face slightly, kissing the pad of his thumb and before he can even register his own movement, he's leaning down to kiss her. Gently at first, chastely, savoring that they're relatively safe and have all the time in the world. He wraps an arm around her waist to tug her closer and he can sense her wincing so he pulls back, "You okay?"

She smirks, "No," she puts her hands on his shoulders as she lowers herself back down,

"You're too tall."

He chuckles, taking his hand off her cheek and putting it on her waist before lifting her onto the sink, where she opens her knees for him to stand between them and slips her arms back around his shoulders, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"My height isn't the problem, Princess," he breathes as he goes to kiss her again and she's just parted her lips, allowing him to slip his tongue inside her when she makes a sound of protest and leans back, "Are you calling me short?"

He bites the inside of his lip to keep himself from laughing, "No…" he manages, not convincingly at all,

"I'm not short!" she protests, "You're tall."

With boots on, he'd be lucky to break 5.9, Jasper had been six ft, as was Roan, Kane and Jaha. Lincoln had been 6.1, which, considering Octavia was the same height as Clarke, had given Bellamy a sense of pride on the rare occasions the two of them fought and she would jab him in the chest, glaring up at him and obviously not the least bit cowed by the difference.

Clarke, according to the bracelet she'd worn when they'd landed, was barely 5.4.

"Okay," he says, surrendering the high ground and leans in to kiss her again but she pulls back, folding her arms across her chest,

"Think I've changed my mind," she drawls, "I don't feel anything for you after all."

He ducks his head, laughing under his breath, "Seriously?" he asks, resting his hands on her knees and she shrugs,

"Seriously." she echoes and he steps back, losing the fight against his smile,

"Okay," he says again, "You want me to get you a step ladder to get down or…"

She picks up the bar of soap behind her and raises it above her head threateningly and he steps back, colliding with the door, his back hitting the handle and laughing as it clicked shut. Clarke watched him with a smile and pushed herself off the sink, gathering her sketchbook and pencil as he opened the door for her.

"Hey," she says, holding out her hand and he takes it in his, linking their fingers together, "I love you."

He grins, "I love you too."

#the 100 #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction

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BTS LIVE Trilogy Episode III the WINGS TOUR in Bangkok 2017

Sometimes, all it takes is a little faith and the wings you never knew you had will fly.

About a week and a half ago I YOLO’ed to Bangkok for BTS’ Wings Tour, and it’s a decision I absolutely have no regrets on. Just gonna keep this here as a diary post and concert impression of sorts!

The BTS Wings Tour in Bangkok holds special meaning for me in many ways, but I'll get to that later.

I haven't been to a concert this massive, no not even the local rock bands and gigs I attended while in Singapore can rival this full house of screaming fangirls. Queuing was intense and really stuffy, as Bangkok's weather can really fry you but thankfully I met up with Fonnoi (the girl I bought my ticket from; I randomly saw her post on FB) and then joined her for the concert!

I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO REGRETS PAYING FOR THE STANDING TICKET. We positioned ourselves to the back and could learn against the guard rails, which makes for good viewing cause everyone crammed to the front and I'm glad my height's at an advantage here lol :3 Also I guess I must be old because I was on energy saving mode until the lights went off; the younger fans were all screaming when their bias appeared on screen when they played the MVs to pass time.

As an introduction, they played Spring Day’s MV and when the first verse kicked in I started tearing… IN FACT I WAS SILENTLY CRYING THROUGHOUT MANY SONGS, PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME idk man this is the first time I've cried multiple times during a concert because you can feel the atmosphere and I just have too many FEELINGS.

The boys came on stage and kicked off with Not Today- great way to get the crowd pumping and it's also my fav (hell all of it is). The playlist is pretty much faithful to the one listed on the wiki, you can go check it out there… Hearing Bapsae and DOPE live is such a treat. Anyway I'm, so very glad to be able to watch the BTS boys perform their solo songs from the Wings album, coupled with visuals and stage props that are reflective of their personality and song.

Jungkook’s ‘Begin’ displayed his smooth dancing, which felt like a silent sort of strength. Right after was Jimin's ‘Lie’, which holy shit I've been waiting to watch in person ever since this kid became my no.2… I cannot explain in words how 色っぽい sexy it is, goddamnit! Stop attacking my heart! I cannot fathom how Jimin can look like a marshmallow one minute and then like a wolf!! *tears hair out* My favourite part of the dance was when he was blindfolded onwards /COUGH and when he was lifted into the air by the backup dancers too.

And then… my angel Min Yoongi, aka SUGA’s solo. I usually am unable to listen to 'First Love’ because he outputs a ton of intense emotions when he raps, so when I'm stressed I skip it. Hearing it live is no shortage of his raw feelings, and just listening to him rap it live is truly amazing.

The singer line then performed Lost and Save Me, in which during Lost they started to walk all over stage and I'm glad I… am just less than 10 feet away from them… just seeing Jimin sing live, I can die happy. OH and after this was 'I NEED U', aka the one song that I love to butcher with @hweiro and @wataksampingan in the car. Their pronunciation of “I need you gurrrr” hasn't changed IRL either lol.

Rapmon’s solo really did it for me. The introduction was of him looking at a whale, and this is just my assumption: Was he looking at the loneliest whale in the world? Which he wrote Whalien 52 in the previous album? Is it an allusion to himself, because we all know his song 'Reflection’ is melancholic by nature? As the song progressed, it felt like some deep acid trip going through the ocean and the universe and finally Rapmon ends it by walking into an elevated phone booth… however hearing him repeat, “I wish I could love myself” with the concert visuals truly struck a deep chord within. I don't have a deep soul like him but I can resonate with the feeling of looking at life pass you by, you want to love yourself but it's hard as fuck.

V's “Stigma” was next, sorry my attention here died a bit so I don't remember much lol. The last two solos had me in a silent tearing mess though- J-Hope and Jin. J-Hope is SUCH a good performer, his stage charisma is great and we're treated to his childhood photos as he sang ’MAMA’. He had a long pause before finishing off the song, but in that last verse, he sang it with the intensity of his gratitude and love for his mother I just.. my eyelids were like a leaky tap okay. You can totally see the look of admiration and adoration when he looked up after the song ended. J-HOPE!!! ;____;

Jin… oh Jin. It took me so long to appreciate 'Awake’, but after watching him perform live, I see this song in a new light. He and the violinists/cellists were on individual raised platforms, while the backdrop is pretty simple. It felt like a dreamy sky, and on the front of the platforms were projected feathers. Tbh, from what I know of Jin is that he was mainly the visual, who can't really sing or dance so people were like, why is he even there? And perhaps Jin himself feels it too, being the oldest in the group. The line “Maybe I can, can never fly… I Can't fly like the flower petals over there” just struck me of that train of thought.

But to me, Jin, at that very moment you're flying- flying so high and you could touch the sky.

Feelings of inadequacy and yet wanting to keep on keeping on resonates too much within. This song really punched me in the gut and I was trying to not sniffle (and guess what my eyeliner didn't run lmao)

'Cypher 4’ was the rapper line just doing their thing and going wild, then next was FIRE. OMG I've waited so long to also see this dance in person and also sing along T_Tbbb The next couple of songs had them singing yet running all over stage and I took the opportunity to sneak some photos lol but I'm sad that Suga didn't really come to our side of the stage 🙁 Speaking of Suga, this fella is really funny... as for most of his rap lines he just held his mic up and let the audience fill it in woi wwwwww

I managed to sneak some photos of Jimin as he came over to our side of the pen during ‘LOST’- when the singer line started walking around.

Anyway, I have also been looking forward to the main dances of the night: J-Hope’s insane solo for ‘Boy Meets Evil’ and finally, ‘Blood Sweat and Tears’ in the FLESH. I love BST a lot so getting to see it live is just too much for my heart to take.. even with Wings Outro right after. Tbh I wanted to jump up and down like at a rave party with this song (and Dope/Fire) but.. no one else was doing so.. guess no one jumps at a kpop concert lmfao

I got to see everyone up close though, in particular Jimin, J-Hope, V, Jungkook and Rapmon. Damn, Rapmon gave a flying kiss to the small area of 4-5 i was squashed in and the girl in the front went BERSERK. lol Jimin also high 5’ed a very lucky person!

After a short intermission, they returned with ”There Will Be Better Days” and I was already expecting to bawl at this song because of how easy you can sing along to the lyrics (and their meaning), and fucking bawl I did! Before performing this song Rapmon was like, don't be sad, we'll walk together always in our hearts and towards better days always and damn, I'm moved. I could mainly understand whatever RM was saying cause he's the only one speaking in English haha…

Last song of the night was 'Spring Day,’ which was a fitting end to the entire concert. And with that, the Wings Tour has come to an end.

If I didn't take leap of faith in messaging a total random stranger, who is now a concert goer and new found friend, I would never experience this. People precaution one against randomly asking and buying something from online strangers but if I never spotted Fonnoi’s post on the IME thread, I would never have this experience. I've been shown so much hospitality and warmth throughout, and I'm glad we could establish that trust. I'm really thankful to her for selling the ticket at an ok price!

I guess this concert and trip alone fulfills one of my small dreams; to YOLO to another country solely for a concert and to also solo travel before I'm 30. Honestly I thought I'd never be able to do it but just slog away and slave at work- growing old and letting all my youthful dreams die as I leave behind the vestiges of youth. It might have not been to Japan for sakanaction (still a dream), but I'm infinitely grateful that I was able to watch another one of my favourite groups perform live… not to mention seeing Suga, my ultimate BTS crush and also Jimin in person.

Here’s some sneak shots I took:

Rapmon!!! He’s so charismatic.

#diary #bts #bts wings tour

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