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ooffmlsorry · 6 months

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OP Men Dating a "Girly Girl"

A/N: sorry this took so long and I haven't posted anything original in a minute my life is mess and I'm so very tired jfc...I know this isn't more than my usual group but I was just gonna stop at Luffy and then decided to add Ace and Sabo as a thank you because writing these and putting them on Tumblr has been really good for me, so thank you for always being here to indulge me 🥲 ❤️

Sanji, Zoro, Law, Luffy, Ace, Sabo

Sanji

Let's be honest, girly-girls drive Sanji craaaazzzzyy (not that all women don't, but he's definitely more partial to the feminine ones) Your make-up, pretty skirts and dresses, jewelry, and manicure, he can't help fawn over you constantly 😍Although you do it because you enjoy it, it's nice that your efforts are so appreciated!!

He spoils you soooo baaaddd!! He literally can't help himself when he sees something pretty or cute that reminds him of you, he has to get it for you. You're drowning in squishmallows at this point.

A river of blood shoots from him every time you show off a new outfit. You're going to kill him and he'll thank you for it.

Dressing up in nice outfits together, especially on date night, is a shared activity that you love to do together. Y'all are living your best happily ever after lives.

Ya'll definitely have scheduled self-care nights. You put on some slow music, open a bottle of wine, draw a bubble bath, all that.

He's utterly useless when it comes to helping you pick your outfits or makeup if you're stuck because he loves you in everything, it's too hard for him to pick. You're his perfect, beautiful Y/N-swaaaaan 😍💖💖✨

He does love to see you in pink or red though so he might default to those colors

Don't try to test your makeup on him lol, you're going to re-awaken the gender identity crisis...I mean Kamabakka trauma

Listen...I'm not saying Sanji has a mommy kink...I'm not even at Whole Cake Island so idk wtf is going on there. All I'm saying is if you give this man a bath, wrap him in a towel to dry him off, and rub him down with luxurious lotions and oils, you might awaken something...that's all...👀

ZORO

He has no clue wtf you're doing. If it weren't for the fact that there's no proof that witches exist in this world, he'd think you are one

He looks at your vanity full of serums, creams, scrubs, lotions, etc, not to mention the makeup and he's like "??????" Just completely baffled

But what do you expect? This man would use that five-in-one Irish Spring soap if he could.

Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate and admire the fact that you have extensive knowledge in something he can't even comprehend

He knows you like nice shiny things, and again, while he doesn't get it, he does think it's really, really cute when you go starry-eyed over a necklace or an outfit in a store.

In the same vein, he knows how much you love cute things and animals. He has absolutely found a cute animal in the jungle, picked it up, and brought it to you just to show you because he knew you'd love it.

Sometimes in his own gruff way he'll agree with you that it's pretty cute. Thank you for helping this manly man admit things are cute and that's okay.

Other times, he's the one making sure you don't get distracted because it's so cute

Unfortunately and fortunately, you're pretty to him no matter what you do to yourself so it's all kind of a moot point to him.

You can try to ask him about which 'x' to wear, sometimes it's helpful because he'll throw out a really practical answer and then other times he's like "How 'bout you just go naked" 😏.

He'll wear a face mask with you like...twice a year. And he's going to bitch and moan about it but he does it because he loves you. The entire process is like trying to give a cat a bath "WHY IS IT SO COLD? THIS STAYS ON MY FACE FOR HOW LONG???"

Exfoliate this man at your own risk...I'm dead serious that water is going to be brown

LAW

I need you to know right now this man will let you paint his nails!!! I mean, not like gel or acrylics or anything, but he'll let you paint them any color as long as it's a dark shade of that color. You once designed Bepo on his middle fingers. He did in fact flip people off a lot more often when he had them.

Let's you wear a pastel boiler suit because you he loves you and wants to see you happy

Much like Zoro, he's got no clue what you're doing. He'll stand back and watch you while making the exact same face as the gif above.

He thinks he's being stealthy peaking around a corner to watch your morning or night routine, but you quickly catch on. Please please pleeaaassee ask him if he has any questions because he does. He's just really curious why you're doing what you're doing and what it does. It's basically skin medicine and he's really fascinated.

Knowing that you like shiny things makes his life admittedly a little easier, it's not that he doesn't think of what to gift you, he puts A LOT of thought into what he gives you, but knowing that earrings, necklaces, and bracelets always make you happy is great just in case of analysis paralysis or he forgets. Sorry.

Also you wearing the jewelry he gets you does something to him, especially a necklace he can pull on a little, mmhhm you're making this man struggle with impure thoughts.

You both love cute things, it's something y'all connect on. It's really good that you help him access that very neglected inner child of his and encourage him to coo and fawn over adorable animals with zero reservation.

He'll do skincare with you too when he's not super busy. He can admit it's kind of nice to sit in bed with a book, glass of wine, and a face mask and just bask for a minute

He acts like he hates when you rub serums across his face and use a derma roller on him but he loves it

Law doesn't really pay attention to your clothes, but when you really go all out he breaks out in a sweat and he can't keep his eyes off you.

LUFFY

I'm not saying he thinks it's stupid, it just...why have an hours long care routine when you could be going on adventure with him??? 😭😭😭

He will help you pick out your makeup but don't expect it to look good. You're gonna end up with neon orange eyeshadow and green lipstick. Like literally every "My Boyfriend Does My Makeup" youtube video.

Plays around with your stuff but that's because he has no idea what all these strange contraptions are. The moment you try to explain his eyes glaze over and next thing you know he's whisking you away to go do something more fun.

He likes the shiny bright stuff (highlighter), makeup probably is the only part he even remotely engages in because it's

Explain how contour works to this man and watch him lose his fucking mind, he thinks you're a shape shifter now (honestly this applies to all of them except Law and maybe Sanji)

He never notices what you wear, Nami is gonna have smack him on the back of the head to get him to realize you put on something fancy

Luffy points out everything, it just so happens that things he points out sometime happen to be cute animals

Hides in all the stuffed animals and squishmallows in your room to surprise attack hug you

*throws mud at you* "Is this the kind of mud you like, Y/N??" He really means well though.

You know those hair masks with all natural ingredients like honey and banana? Yeah, he's gonna start sucking on your hair like spaghetti...I'm so sorry.

He'll bathe with you but that's because he wants to be close to you, it's definitely not about being pampered or relaxing.

Try to put a face mask on him or something else and it'll just become a game of tag around the Sunny. You can't catch him and he's having a great time outrunning and outwitting you.

He knows this is all important to you so even though he doesn't get it he'd never make fun of you for it and the moment someone calls you "extra," he's kicking their ass.

ACE

Maybe all the glam is a little silly to him but that just makes you extra cute!

He will also absolutely let you paint his nails. Hell, he'll let you do a full beat on him just for fun and he'll wear it for the whole day because he's so unserious lol

...As long as he gets to do your makeup after...Much like Luffy you're gonna be covered in neon colors that don't even remotely match, but you guys have a great time lol

Admittedly likes to be pampered by you when he gets back from a long mission.

Please take a bubble bath with this man, it's not like the water is ever going to get cold!

I'm pretty sure you'd legitimately lead to Ace taking better care of himself. Got this man out here talking about his cuticles and shit lol

Honestly, it's really good for him because self care leads to self love and Ace needs a lot of help with that.

He tells Pops about all the stuff you do 1.) because he loves you and 2.) he hopes some of it will help Whitebeard heal a little, god bless him 😢

All of your hardwork doesn't go unnoticed, he legitimately gets kind of misty eyed when you really dress up because he's so so so lucky. He swears he doesn't deserve you.

He always brings back some kind of gift even whether it's a cute plushie or something exotic to wear from all of his long travels

I need to stress how much this means to him, everyone of these things is like a little proposal because he already knows you're it. Every little gift is leading up to a ring from this man.

He's also just genuinely impressed by the skill it takes to do your makeup so well, especially after he tries doing it on you

Much like his little brother unfortunately, he does play with all the little contraptions in your vanity, especially in the beginning because have you seen an eyelash curler? He's so confused lol

SABO

Sabo and Ace truly are his brothers because he really don't get all the effort lol

Admittedly, a lot of that is because he thinks you're so hot already what's the point???

Once he gets this is just how you are he's less confused, he's probably the most normal out everyone. He lets you do your thing, although he's really curious how you managed to always look amazing while being in the fucking revolutionary army!!?? Where are you getting the time???

If someone were to intrude on y'all on a free afternoon you're both in fluffy robes with face masks on and Sabo loves to pretend to act like a bitch when he's in selfcare mode with you lol

"Are you seriously bothering us right now, ugh! I can't even right now!!" And then you both break out in laughter

He really thinks you should teach others how to contour and do makeup because it has great applications for disguises and infiltration.

And brags about your skills to everyone

Wonders how many of your makeup supplies could actively be used as a weapon *eye roll* jfc Sabo

There's a part of you that secretly worries all your boujieness will remind him of his blood relatives, but he assures you that it doesn't because you have a good heart and he never doubts that

Besides, being a little extra with him helps him associate those things he used to associate with his blood relatives with you instead so it's even better

He spoils you so bad, but with a Sabo-flair, ie. stealing from shitty people and bringing it back to you because you're oh so more deserving of nice things let's be honest

He gets jealous of the cute animals that you squeal over hehehe, please hug him when he starts pouting

He'll always wear a little pink just for you ❤️

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x reader headcanon #luffy x reader #law x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #ace x reader #sabo x reader

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luckycloverforducks · 3 months

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Fuck it, HH swap AU

Their core personalities and backgrounds stay the same, it's mostly a role switch

Niffty <--> Husker

Angel Dust <--> Vaggie

Alastor <--> Charlie

(the typical for swap AUs, I know,,)

Everyone else stays the same

These r edits bc I was just figuring out their designs for the AU, I'll draw them normally another time (Husker isn't here cuz I can't find a good png of the mf)

In this AU Alastor started the hotel mostly because he randomly thought up the idea once and thought, "that's fucking hilarious, I'm doing that" + a secondary sentimental reason he'd kill me for saying (he got genuinely fully invested in the cause eventually)

He advertised it on his radio show suddenly out of the blue after 7 and a half years of radio (lol) silence. Alastor still owns Husker's and Niffty's souls but they're also obviously friends (or atleast close to it)

Also he can read tarot bc why not :3

Charlie is closer to her dad in this AU and more sheltered, adopting a more aloof, smug, and dangerous persona so sinners take her seriously, she also has a very slight condescending outlook towards sinners but she's at her core still compassionate and still views them as her people and want to protect them to a certain extent, and she still thinks the Exterminations are unnecessary and cruel, but she doesn't feel like she can do much about it since according to Lucifer's stories and discouragement, she knows heaven likely wouldn't listen much if at all, but when she heard of Alastor's little project it resparked hope in her and she decided to invest in it, becoming co-owner and funder for the hotel.

Angel Dust/Anthony never made a deal with Valentino and actually stayed in his family's crime/mafia business for the 1st half of him being in Hell, but his dad is a POS and kicked him out for being gay so he started doing s3x work, and then he met Alastor after he brutalized his harassers one day, and Angel wanted to repay the favor somehow. Alastor seems interested in him so they struck a deal (not a soul deal, just a simple deal) which has Angel/Anthony is under Alastors protection in exchange for Angel/Anthony's loyalty and assistance when needed (which is a rare case so Angel still feels like he owes Alastor). They grow friendly with time, and Alastor offers to have him be patient zero for his redemption project, and he accepted.

Vaggie/Vi is still a fallen exterminstor and still met Charlie the same way she did in the show, but after that they went their separate ways and Vi finds herself making a deal with Velvette. Instead of being a pornstar like Angel in the show, she is an influencer and a rockstar/singer, she does enjoy making music and playing the guitar but Velvette tends to overwork her and make her do things she doesn't really like for views/popularity. Velvette is the nicest to Vi/Vaggie compared to with her other employees (which isn't a very highly set bar tbh) but she also frequently break her boundaries.

Vi met Charlie again during one of her concerts and they got close and started dating. (Also one sided Velvette x Vaggie is sort of slightly maybe canon in this AU bc toxic Yuri is fun (and it's only fully one sided after Charlie and Vaggie/Vi started dating))

She helps manage the hotel when needed, but is honestly only there cause Charlie is.

Not much about Niffty changes tbh (she's perfect the way she is, utterly unhinged 😍) she's just a bit more mellowed out and less hyper (she's still hyper just not all the time like in the show) and she's also a bartender and has surprisingly good taste for alcohol, and also frequently makes borderline poisonous drinks while experimenting, but when she gets it right it's really good. Doesn't stop the others of being terrified of her drinks though

Husker is a more smiley and charming in this AU, using a laid back attitude to put people at ease and more willing to open up to him if they need to (he used to use the information people share as blackmail when he needs to back when he was an Overlord, although he never actually needs to spread anything, just threats), and he's still very observant but he's also slightly more unhinged- He's a sort of butler/cleaner for the hotel

He still gets grumpy time to time, but mostly when he's drunk, which isn't as often anymore ever since Niffty was put in charge of the bar (understandably so)

He has a bit of an anger issue and also gets annoyed easily, and sometimes makes unhinged threats as a sort of joke (they stop being much of a joke once you genuinely piss him off)

He likes things clean and tidy because it helps him pretend to be put together

He and Alastor are a bit friendlier compared to in the show, hes still one of the few people that knows more about Alastor, though hes still bummed about the whole being owned by Alastor thing (Husker can also read tarot to a lesser extent bc Al taught him for funzies and Husker thought it's interesting)

His gambling addiction is also ever so slightly worse

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin angel dust #niffty #hazbin vaggie #swap au #hazbin hotel swap au #velvette mentioned #radiodust #chaggie #Velvette x Vaggie #seriously am i the only one who thought of this ship?#huskerdust #the ship tags are mostly just for reach but at the same time not really #i love them #btw #if u even care #UpsideDown/Swap AU

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gimmethatagustd · 5 months

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delicate | pjm

After months of not talking to each other, Taehyung thinks he can charm his way into your life again. Thankfully, Jimin is there to help you work through your feelings.

○ Pairing: Jimin x f!reader (from Only Here To Sin)

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Established relationship, fluff, smut, pwp

○ Word Count: 3,987

○ Warnings: It's pretty much just porn, OHTS Taehyung strikes again!! he's annoying!!, mentions past sex with Taehyung, references toxic past relationships, consensual sex while under the influence of alcohol (just tipsy), using a tie as a blindfold, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, it's their first time together 🥹, I definitely didn't edit this (as usual, we post when we're done and we never look back)

○ Notes: This can be read as a standalone oneshot, but I recommend reading OHTS to get the full backstory~ and also because it's a disaster of a series, so it's kind of like watching a trainwreck. Don't judge me too much; I had no idea what I was doing when I wrote it. I still have no idea what I'm doing!

○ Post Date: December 16, 2023

○ Masterlist | Send me ur thots

○ What was Jai listening to? Like Crazy - Jimin

You knew going out with Jackie was a mistake. Even more of a mistake was your agreement to go to this nightclub.

“Are you cold?”

Jimin’s arms snake around your waist and draw you against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. The light, minty scent of his toothpaste mixes with the floral notes of his cologne. Rather than overwhelm you, the smell grounds you and brings you into the present.

“I’m okay,” you mumble.

Jimin hums. You feel the sound vibrate from his throat against your shoulder and the side of your neck. He’s not convinced, and you know he isn’t.

“Want to go find your friends? I’ll order us drinks.”

You nod and reluctantly detach yourself from Jimin’s embrace. The poor bartender has far too many people crowding the counter. Jimin will have to wait a while; he’s too polite to cut in front of other customers.

The club isn’t big, but it’s packed. You feel like you’re clawing through the bodies swaying to the music with your head on a swivel to find your friends in the crowd. The last time you were at this club, you’d ended up in the bathroom with Taehyung’s fingers shoved inside you.

No. You are not going to think about that.

It has been five months. Five months of detoxing, of neatly packing away the hurt and confusion that Taehyung caused you and storing it in the attic of your mind. You’re a different person now. The person Taehyung manipulated and strung along was no more. And the most important part is that you’ve forgiven the person you used to be. It was too easy to be angry at yourself for your mistakes.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean you weren’t nervous about returning home for summer break. The memories and emotions triggered the moment you pulled into your parents’ driveway were enough to make you feel like throwing up. You’re lucky Jimin got time off from his music apprenticeship in California to visit you, or you may not survive the summer.

Dreary thoughts aside, you’re beginning to feel frustrated with your inability to find Jackie when you feel a warm hand slide into your palm and long fingers intertwine with yours.

“Hey, jagi.”

Despite the loud thrum of music, that smooth voice pierces through you sharply and clearly.

Taehyung’s cheeks shimmer pink with intoxication beneath his honey-toned skin. His hair is longer than when you last saw him. It falls into his eyes, obscuring them in a way that makes his already mystifying gaze all the more intimidating. They nearly glow in the pulsing club lights, sparkling with amusement.

“Miss me?” Taehyung tongues his cheek as his eyes take apart every inch of your body. “You look really good.”

How your stomach flutters with butterflies you’d thought were long gone makes you feel sick. You quickly rip your hand from Taehyung’s. You’d missed him, in the beginning, a little bit, but being with him had hurt you more than leaving him. It took making new friends to realize you’d missed companionship, not Taehyung. Now, you have far healthier friendships.

You can practically hear Alexis’s voice in your head, nagging you about toxic men like Taehyung.

“The worst thing a man can be is aware that he’s hot,” Alexis lectured you the first time you opened up to her about Taehyung. She wasn’t wrong.

“No, I did not.” The steadiness of your voice surprises you, though it shouldn’t. You’ve put in a lot of work to process your fucked up relationship with Taehyung. You can do this.

The smug look on Taehyung’s face doesn’t disappear, but that doesn’t surprise you.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in town, jagi?”

“Why do you even think I would tell you?”

Before you can demand that Taehyung stop calling you by the inappropriate term of endearment, you feel lips brush against your temple.

“I gave up,” Jimin admits with an apologetic smile and empty hands. His eyes take in your crossed arms and rigid stance when you don't speak. With a frown, he follows your gaze to notice Taehyung finally. “Oh, sorry, hi. I’m Jimin, her boyfriend.”

You try to be kind, but you want to punch the smug look off of Taehyung’s face when he offers his hand to Jimin.

“Nice to meet you, Jimin-ssi. I’m Taehyung,” he introduces himself. “Her ex.”

Jimin is too polite for his own good. He shakes Taehyung’s hand with his head cocked to the side. His pink lips scrunch into a sideways pout, and his eyebrows are just as tense. It’s the look he makes while writing his Music Theory essays. (“Music is about feeling, Y/N! Why do I need to write papers about it?”) It isn’t anger or frustration but a struggle to understand.

All you can think about is that Taehyung called himself your ex. After the grief he’d given you for wanting to be more to him than a sexual conquest, it’s unfathomable that he could claim the two of you had dated.

“She’s told me about you,” Jimin finally states. You’re not sure what angle he’s going for. In all honestly, you’d love to melt into the floor and bypass this entire conversation.

“That’s cute.” Taehyung’s eyes twinkle with the sparkles of the disco ball rotating overhead.

“Hmm, I guess, if you think being an asshole is cute.”

You hope your gasp isn’t detectable. Both men continue staring at each other, so it’s hard to tell.

“Do you?” Taehyung grins, and you barely hide your shock when Taehyung blatantly checks Jimin out.

It’s the same predatory look he’s given you in the past that makes your heart flutter and heat blossom between your thighs. You find it odd to see the look directed at someone else, let alone at your boyfriend.

It’s also odd that you feel relieved when Jimin’s cheeks flush pink at the sudden attention. Somehow, Jimin’s reaction is the validation you need to remind yourself that you haven’t made anything up. Taehyung has this uncanny power to capture people’s attention and draw them into his clutches with a simple look. Seeing Jimin affected by Taehyung makes you feel better about falling into his trap. It doesn’t take away all the blame; you take full responsibility for your actions. But it helps knowing someone as strong as Jimin can be flustered by Taehyung, too.

“I do not, actually.” Jimin tightens his hold on your waist. The feeling of his warm hand on your hip keeps you out of your head. Grounded. Jimin always keeps you grounded.

“Unfortunately, that’s all Taehyung knows how to be,” you pipe up. Even if your snappy comment does nothing to remove the smug look on Taehyung’s face, you get satisfaction from voicing your thoughts regardless.

“If I remember correctly, you enjoyed that about me.”

You let out a long sigh. “Tae, what matters is that I’m not enjoying anything about this conversation right now.”

Jimin presses his fingers into your side, gently reminding you he’s there – as if you could ever forget his presence.

“Let’s go, Jimin.” You wrap your pinky around Jimin’s and tug. “I’m sure whoever Taehyung came with is looking for him.”

You don’t wait for a response from either man. You’re over the days of having men tell you what to do.

Two hours later, you’re thoroughly tipsy and stumbling into Jimin’s hotel room with sore feet and the sensation of cotton in your ears from the nightclub’s loud music. Never the type to be out all night, it didn’t take long for you to ask Jimin if you could head back to his hotel room. Although you succeeded in ensuring Taehyung didn’t ruin the night for you, partying isn’t your thing anyway.

Jimin, on the other hand, is still wired. He strips off his shirt and tosses it onto the couch before working on unbuckling his belt.

“What’s the name of that guy Jackie’s dating?” he asks with a huff like he’s out of breath. You watch him tug his belt from the loops and toss it onto the couch.

“Seokjin? Well, he goes by Jin.” Jin and Jackie. They’re an unlikely pair but cute.

“Yes! He’s so funny!” Jimin pushes his jeans down his thighs. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take that make shots. And you know how my fraternity is.”

Following Jimin’s lead, you shimmy out of your dress. The hotel’s vents are blasting cold air, so you quickly sort through Jimin’s suitcase to find one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of loose boxers to wear. The two of you have undressed in front of each other before, and you’ve even fooled around while naked, but nothing has ever gone beyond using your hands and mouths to get each other off. Jimin has been unbelievably gentle and kind with your desire to take your relationship slow. You’ve been dating for nearly half a year, and he hasn’t pressured you.

You know it’s basic decency to respect someone’s boundaries, but considering the relationships you’ve had in the past, this is a big deal for you.

Not ready to sleep yet, Jimin sits in the bed and reaches for you with grabby hands and a slight pout. He looks adorable with his fluffy blonde hair. You’re not sure you can deny him anything, honestly.

“We probably should have had more water,” Jimin points out as you climb into his lap. Heat radiates from his bare chest, prompting you to snuggle against his skin to absorb some of that warmth for yourself.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re talking with this cute little slur.”

“I am not!”

Okay, maybe you are, but you’re not drunk. You’re just tipsy enough to feel loose in your limbs, light in your head, and hot in your core. Biting your bottom lip, you shift to straddle Jimin’s lap. The blankets pool around your waist, and Jimin’s hands naturally rest on your bare thighs.

Jimin lets you lift his chin so his head is tilted to look at you.

“Are you okay?” His hold on your hips is light but sturdy.

“I want you.”

Jimin’s eyes flutter closed when your lips brush against his neck. You suck at the soft skin where his jaw meets his throat while you thread your fingers through his blonde waves. When you nestle your fingers into the roots, you gently tug his hair.

A low groan rumbles from Jimin’s chest. His grip on your waist tightens, and the sensation causes your body to shudder.

“Are you sure?” He opens his eyes when you pull back from his neck, but you’re focused on the dark, reddish-purple bruise you’ve left on his skin. “I don’t want you to feel like you need to do anything after running into–”

“No.” Your response is curt, probably sharper than Jimin expects if his widened eyes are anything to go off of. “Taehyung doesn’t have any influence over me anymore, Jimin. This is just me wanting you, okay?”

It’s true; Taehyung has nothing to do with your desire for Jimin. Maybe if he does have some ounce of influence over the situation, it’s only because you feel empowered and emboldened after standing up to him. That, mixed with the alcohol, is giving you a sense of invincibility. It’s confidence that you might lose by the night's end, but you’re willing to ride the wave for as long as you can.

None of this is anything you’ll regret in the morning. If anything, you’ll be thankful for the opportunity to prove to yourself and everyone else that you’re ready to take on the things you’ve once feared.

Accepting your reassurances, Jimin nods. He runs a hand up your spine, stopping at the base of your head to cup your neck.

“Can I just say something first?”

His question makes your stomach flip, but you force yourself to maintain eye contact while you nod. You tend to get nervous with him when you’re intimate. There’s nothing wrong with Jimin; he’s kind and attentive. It’s your bad experiences with sex that make you hesitate. There’s too much pressure to perform well.

“You always get really nervous,” Jimin starts slowly, rubbing his palms up your thighs. “And I was trying to think of a way to help you relax.”

Shame burns your cheeks because you feel like this isn’t something Jimin should have to do. It’s pathetic, isn’t it? Why can’t you handle sex without getting so stressed out over it?

“Okay…” you prompt him to continue, though you aren’t sure if you want him to.

“Would you be willing to try something? I promise if you don’t like it, we can stop.”

If it were anyone else, you’d be scared of Jimin’s question, but you find it relatively easy to agree to whatever plan he has – albeit nervously.

Careful not to jostle you too much, Jimin maneuvers you off his lap and goes to his suitcase. It takes a few seconds for him to find what he’s looking for, but when he faces you again, you feel your heart flutter.

In Jimin’s hands is a silk black tie, which he keeps for special occasions – such as the dinner he attended with you and your parents when he first arrived in your hometown for the summer. It looks good on him, especially when he loosens it and lets it hang haphazardly around his neck.

Despite your limited sexual experience, it’s clear that he won’t be the one wearing it tonight. Approaching the bed, Jimin instructs you to sit back with your legs spread so he can kneel between them.

“You trust me?” he whispers. When you nod, he reaches behind your head to secure the tie so that it covers your eyes. “Let me know if it’s uncomfortable, and I can redo it.”

“It feels okay.” Strange, but okay.

You can’t see anything, so you keep your eyes closed. Rather than become even more nervous about the unknown of the darkness, you find that it’s actually relaxing. So often, you let negative thoughts ruin intimacy with Jimin, preventing you from moving forward in your relationship. Somehow, being blindfolded empties your mind until all you can think about is how you imagine what Jimin looks like while he touches you.

You let Jimin guide you to lie flat on your back. With your most prominent sense taken away, you focus on your others to tell you what’s happening. Jimin is slow as he slips his hands beneath the hem of your shirt to push it up your torso.

“Can I take this off?” His breath is hot against the side of your neck, and you feel the bed shift when he hovers above you.

“Yes,” you reply, barely above a breathy whisper.

Once Jimin has removed your shirt, his body heat disappears. You don’t panic, but you feel lost without his touches there to ground you. That is, until you feel something wet flick across your nipple.

“Oh, god,” you moan when Jimin wraps his lips around your nipple and gently sucks.

His tongue is hot and sloppy as it swirls around the bud until it’s perky and hard. Satisfied with his work, Jimin attaches his plush lips to your other nipple and repeats the same action.

You arch your back, pushing against his mouth. Jimin wraps his arms around your waist to press his palm to the small of your back, further pulling you into him. The darkness heightens your sense of touch, making each hot swipe of Jimin’s tongue and the graze of his teeth against your skin even more tantalizing. Your pussy throbs with how wet and hot you’re growing just from this alone.

“Jimin,” you whimper.

His fingers hook around the edge of your borrowed boxers. “Can I take these off, too?”

You nod your head quickly and lift your hips to make it easier for Jimin to pull his boxers off of you.

“So pretty…”

You let out a high moan when you feel the pads of Jimin’s fingers brush against your entrance. He gathers your arousal and smears it over your lips and clit. You can hear the squelch the wetness makes when he dips his fingers inside of you just enough to gather more of the sticky mess. Your wet skin goes cold, and you can tell Jimin has blown air on you.

“I’m going to eat you out, okay?” Jimin punctuates his question with a tiny flick of his tongue against your pussy.

“Please, fuck, please,” you want to cry and try to push your hips against where you think his face is, but his hands hold your hips down.

“I will, I will.”

Jimin laughs, airy and gentle, before pushing his tongue further between your lips to flick your clit. He repeatedly sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin while his lips envelop you.

Your skin is blazing from the heat of his heavy breathing and how his touch makes you burn. Every suck of your clit makes you gush between your thighs. You can imagine Jimin staring up at you with dark eyes as he eats you out, humming into your pussy with satisfaction.

You arch into his face when you feel pressure at your entrance again, and Jimin slips two fingers into your pussy. He thrusts them in and out, hooking them to press his fingers against your front wall to find the spot he knows so well that makes you squirm.

“Fuck,” he groans into your dripping pussy. Turning his head to the side, Jimin brushes his mouth against the inside of your thigh. His lips are soaked and sticky.

You rock against his hand as he fingers you, letting out little “ah ah ah’s” with each thrust against your front wall. You feel like you’re on fire, like every breath will ignite your body, make you combust.

“Please, Jimin, please.” You never thought you’d be the type to beg, but you’re so desperate to cum that it’s embarrassing. “I’m going fucking crazy, please.”

You try not to compare Jimin to Taehyung; you really try. But it’s hard not to, especially when Jimin gives you the best head you’ve ever had. Foreplay has never lasted this long before. You can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse.

“Ready for me?” It’s both hard to hear and so fucking hot when Jimin asks the question into your pussy.

It’s disorienting when Jimin uses his clean hand to pull his tie off your face. You blink a few times to adjust to the light, belatedly realizing neither of you ever turned it off. While some people like intimacy in the dark, you and Jimin always keep the lights on. It’s nice to look at it other; it feels more intimate.

You switch positions, allowing Jimin to sit against the headboard and have you straddle his lap like you were before.

“Ride me first, okay?” Jimin whispers in your ear when he takes your arms and wraps them around his shoulders. “I want to see your face when you take my cock for the first time.”

Your pussy flutters, and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to survive taking his cock if his words are enough to create a reaction in you that makes your knees weak.

“Oh, oh,” you whimper as Jimin sits against the bedframe. “Okay.”

“Look at me.”

And you do. You stare into those narrowed, sultry eyes as you line his cock with your entrance, one hand squeezing his shoulder to help you lean at the correct angle. The stretch is quite easy despite your previous concerns about taking Jimin fully. It should have been obvious; you’re so drenched that you slide down on his cock so smoothly that you want to fucking die.

You know what you’re doing, having had plenty of experience riding Taehyung in the past. It’s different this time, of course. Jimin never takes his eyes off yours as you bounce on his cock. His hands squeeze your hips to guide you up and down his cock, encouraging you to lift until only the head of his cock is nestled in your pussy before sliding back down his entire length. You’re so wet that Jimin’s thighs glisten with your arousal, as do yours.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jimin says with a soft smile.

“Oh my god,” you squeeze his shoulders as you rock against him, “You’re, you’re cuter.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” Jimin rolls his eyes and presses a kiss to your forehead.

He’s so cute, even as your pussy sucks in his cock and clenches around it. How is it possible for him to seem so innocent in a moment like this? It makes your heart swell with a love you’re worried you’ll never be able to fully articulate to the precious boy beneath you.

“Feels good,” you moan against his mouth when you lean forward to kiss him. “I’m gonna cum already.”

Jimin sucks your bottom lip at the same time he slips his hand between your bodies to start rubbing your clit. The two points of pleasure cause you to slump forward, but luckily, Jimin takes over. He thrusts into with swift, strong movements, never stuttering even when you can tell that he’s nearing his orgasm, as well.

There’s no shame in not lasting very long. You’re both a little bit drunk and extremely horny. The buildup to this moment is almost a climax all on its own. Neither of you can be blamed for how frantically you claw at each other and do your best to grind against each other’s bodies as hard and fast as you can.

“Come on, baby,” Jimin groans into the crook of your neck as he fucks you. “We can cum together, okay? Let go for me so we can make each other feel good.”

“Oh, Jimin, y-yes, fuck, okay.” You nod your head and pant your words against the curve of his ear. Needing something to hold onto, you dig your fingers into Jimin’s hair.

Jimin always knows the right things to say and finds a way to ease your stress and ground you. He talks you through your orgasm and holds you close as you cum. It’s erotic, but it feels gentle and intimate. Rather than dirty talk, it feels sweeter and more caring.

Even when Jimin finds his release, coming in you with a brutal grip on your waist, he whispers soft words of gratitude because he sees fucking you as a privilege – not a challenge to be won.

When it’s over, you melt into Jimin’s embrace, chest to chest, with your head resting against his shoulder. You’re both sweaty and sticky, but it doesn’t matter. All you want to do is be close and be held.

“How are you doing?”

You nod, unable to find the words to express how utterly content you feel. Not just content – you feel cared for, even when all you’ve done is fuck. It’s different with Jimin. It’s gentle. It means something.

“Did the tie help?” he asks, curious and wanting to have done a good job coloring his tone. It’s sweet, just like all of Jimin.

“It did,” you finally speak up. Turning your head to the side, you press your lips against Jimin’s neck and speak to his warm skin. “It helped me get out of my head, so all I focused on was you and how you made me feel.”

“Good?”

You smile with your eyes closed when you feel him kiss your forehead. “You always make me feel good.”

Jimin squeezes you in his arms, content with humming a happy reply against the top of your head. No other words need to be said; for now, the two of you bask in the warmth you bring each other and know that whatever the morning brings, you’ll always have safe arms to fall back into.

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#bts fanfic #jimin x reader #bts x reader #jimin fanfic #jimin smut #jimin fluff #bts fluff #bts smut #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #ohts #delicate

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spookie-bitch · 4 months

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Mischeif

Pairings: Wednesday Addams X Fem!Demon!Reader

Contains: fluff, angst, comfort

Warnings: mentions of death, language, gore, and spoilers.

You tossed your bag down by your bed and sat down, "Why in the world does principal Weems think it's a good idea to give me another roommate," you think angrily, "It won't end any different than the last few and she knows it!" Nonetheless you still had taken the time out of your day to clear out half of the room to accommodate for them, even though they won't be there for longer than two weeks. Weems always said it was because I was just more than they were used too, but I think we both know that the're actually scared, everyone is.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock at the door. "That's strange," you thought looking at your watch,"the're not supposed to be here for another hour." You make your way over to the door, opening it to be met my principal Weem's smiling face. "Your early," you say dryly. "Just wanted to check in before they arrive," she says, "But by the looks of it you've already got everything under control," she says in a proud tone, surveying the room. You say nothing, hoping that your silence would imply that you were already done with the conversation. "I know what your probably thinking," she says, " but I believe that you and this girl will become the best of friends." You sigh, slightly annoyed with the conversation, "That's what you said about the other ones too," you remind her.

She frowns, "Look y/n, I want you to try your best with this one," she says in a more serious tone, "I usually don't ask that much of you in these situations, so I ask that you just to your best." "Fine," you reply bitterly. She seems satisfied with your answer, "well then, I'll be on my way then," she says turning to leave. "No promises," you yell, closing the door before she has the chance to respond. You sit back down on your bed and put your headphones on, frustrated and annoyed, you tail flicking back and forth viciously as a sign of your annoyance.

After a while, their is another knock on the door and you groan, pausing the music coming from your headphones and opening the door. "Wednesday, this is y/n," Weems said giving you her usual smile. "Oh it has horns dear," remarks a tall, pale, woman with long, raven hair. "I am not an it," you growl, your tail wrapping around your legs definitely, causing Weems to look a bit nervous. The girl who you assume is Wednesday gives you a slow look up and down, her expression remaining cold and emotionless. After a few moments of awkward silence, principle Weems breaks the silence, "well why don't we go and get Wednesday's schedule and after Ms. Y/n can give her a tour of the school."

Nobody objects to the idea and they turn to leave, but before Weems closes the door she gives you a look that tells you not to do anything stupid while showing the girl around. After a bit, only the girl returned to the room, you had been sitting on your bed listening to music while waiting. "I believe you're supposed to show me around this prison," stated Wednesday, surveying you again. You look back at the pigtailed girl, guy up off the bed and walk towards the door, clearly agitated. "Someone's in a mood," Wednesday comments, following you.

Once you finish showing her around, you plop back down on your bed and begin to draw, praying that you will be left alone. Lucky, Wednesday minds her own business and stays on her side of the room doing God knows what when a thought pops into your mind. "Wednesday sure is a weird name," you blirt out almost to quickly, instantly regretting it as all motion in the room stopps. "So I've been told," replies Wednesday. "As far as names go, it's not the most traditional. But that's fine by me, I'm not exactly the most traditional person." "What's your deal anyway, you've barely said a word since you got here and you've just been silently judging everyone," you add, intrigued by the girls unnatural behavior.

"I find social interaction tiresome and pointless," she replies dryly. "Of course you do."

#jenna ortega fanfic #jenna ortega x fem reader #jenna ortega x you #lesbian pride #lgbtq #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday x you #wednesday fanfic #wednesday addams #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #wednesday #jenna marie ortega #wednsday addams

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cinellieroll · 2 months

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☆ random obey me headcanons part 3!

beelzebub, belphegor and solomon ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: slight spoilers again if you haven't played the recent lessons

small note: thank you again for the likes and reblogs. also, happy 20 followers! yippeee :^D also sorry for the delay i was being silly the whole day so..yeah

☆ beelzebub:

- doesn't listen to music that much which is kinda weird like wdym you don't vibe to hard ass beats everytime you work out? on the bright side a cupid playing a harp melody does start playing in his head when he sees food

- some days his resting bitch face goes so hard you think he'll start biting your neck off if you even try to talk to him

- he does a lot of unintentional things it's actually so hilarious. like no he didn't mean to mindlessly draw an icecream on your hand and start licking it. it was an accident! he swears!

- when you cry he tries to cheer you up with jokes but it always end up being horrible because deep down he's panicking inside on what to say. the bitch starts saying "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes while watching you bawl your eyes out with snot bubbling out your nose

- so instead of the horrible jokes he decides to hug you instead while picking you up and gently sways you left to right <3 and during those situations he's willing to do anything you want. you want him to carry you to your room? gotcha. you want him to buy you food from hell's kitchen? he promises he won't eat it. (he actually didn't but you could see his drool staining the paper bag once he gives it to you)

- there was one point in his life where he was the smallest and fattest out of all the brothers when he was still younger. his older bros, especially mammon would always pinch and bite his cheeks because of how he looked <3

- watches hells kitchen while eating food from hells kitchen. mans obsessed with the show

- has dimples and an eye smile

- he likes it when he holds your hand and look at it from time to time. he just likes to see how big it is compared to yours.

☆ belphegor:

- doesn't really use his phone a lot and resorts to watching TV instead so he doesn't have to use his hands

- slept while candy was in his mouth and woke up choking once. safe to say lucifer banned candies for a whole month after that and everyone else was NOT happy.

- since he is the youngest out of all the brothers he's pretty spoiled in a way. he wants to be the one you hang out with the most and if he needs to pull out the moves just so you'll give him cuddles he won't think twice

- "what do you mean you have plans with asmo today? didn't you know? he ditched cooking duty last night and lucifer told me to do the job instead. i deserve your attention more than he does."

- he thought you were attractive the first time you two met

- takes reaction pics. it's mostly him in a dimly lit room with his eyebrow raised or replicating a funny photo of his brothers

- wasn't interested in shows like hells kitchen until he saw you and beel watching it. he occasionally watches drag race too

- during car rides or road trips he always has to be the one in the back just so he could lay down and sleep

- you can't rely on him for notes because it's always covered in drool when he sleeps in class. although he mostly never takes notes at all he just relies on stock knowledge and good memory

☆ solomon:

- he never caught up with the recent trends in the human world so you really had no one to relate or talk to about your favorite shows, songs, etc

- decided to catch up for you anyway. what a sweetie pie ^_^

- a tear rolled down his cheek when raphael confessed that he liked his cooking for the first time.

- when he's drunk he starts singing love songs and starts going on a ramble about how lonely he is when he isn't with you. and yes, his voice WILL crack.

- sometimes he points things with his lips it's SOOOO HOTTTT

- he gets sad when you get suspicious of him when he's doing a nice gesture for you. he's aware that everyone else think he's shady, and he is! but mc, he just wants to do something nice for you!

- he's an asshole and will constantly tease you especially if you guys are seated together in class. he'll write a note on your notebook saying something like "remember when you *insert embarrassing moment here* or will start writing something subtly flirty like "wanna come over after school?"

- he buys you a lot of expensive things out of nowhere. like there was no ocassion whatsoever but he gifted you the recent iphone like what?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! swd #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub obey me #om! beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor #belphegor obey me #om! belphegor #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #om! solomon #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #om! headcanons

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coconut-dreamz · 5 months

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king of my heart

"the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury" || tom blyth x singer!reader

a/n: inspired by ts once again !!!

i'm perfectly fine, i live on my own i made up my mind, i'm better off bein' alone

you had spent the last few years being single and throwing yourself into your work. that was evident through the sheer amount of music you'd made in the last five years and the world tours you'd gone on.

after your messy break up a few years ago, you'd sworn off love and relationships lately. though, they did make great inspiration for music. but throwing yourself into your work for the past three years had consequences. you were feeling burnt out after your latest world tour and your manager had strongly urged you to take a break for awhile. not to mention you were in a rut. you hadn't wrote a single song in months. nothing inspired you, all of the songs you tried to write sounded wrong.

we met a few weeks ago now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes

rachel was a good friend of yours, you had met on at a red carpet once and became fast friends. she had recently finished up filming for a project and was in new york. she wanted to meet up with you and introduce you to her cast mates.

that's when you met tom. there was an instant attraction between you two, there was no doubt about it. everyone in the room could feel it. tom, luckily, also lived in new york. but he lived in brooklyn while you lived in manhattan. but he was constantly calling you, asking you to meet up or come over and hang out. nearly every day he was free he'd call you up.

salute to me, i'm your american queen and you move to me like i'm a motown beat and we rule the kingdom inside my room

you two were just hanging out in your bedroom, listening to your vinyl records. stand by me started playing, softly filling the room. "dance with me," tom stands, offering his hand to you. you just smile and agree, standing up. his arm snakes around your waist as your hand makes its way to his shoulder. you lay your head on his chest as you two sway to the music.

"this is nice," you whisper out as the song ends. "i like spending time with you. hours feel like minutes here," he responds as he spins you around, causing you to erupt in giggles at his antics. you continue to dance around the room until the sun sets behind you, lost in your own world with tom. when you were with him, everything else melted into the background. it was like the only thing in focus was tom.

'cause all the boys and their expensive cars with their range rovers and their jaguars never took me quite where you do

you had reluctantly agreed to a date with someone one of your model friends had set you up with. he picked you up from your apartment in his flashy car, drawing attention to you two from everyone around you. you weren't quite used to all this attention, you had been a lot more private in recent years.

the date was absolutely terrible. he took you to some upscale restaurant that served expensive dishes that were only 1-2 bites each. as he drove you back to your place, all you could think of was how you wish you'd just stayed home and gotten take out with tom. you'd be a lot less hungry and a lot more happy if you'd done so.

after being dropped off, you texted gigi that you're never letting her set you up again. after texting her, you called tom. he picked up almost immediately, as if he was waiting for you. "that was the worst date ever!" you shout, once the call connects. all you hear is his melodic laugh in response. "i wish i would've just stayed home and gotten take out. i'm starving. the restaurant we went to didn't fill me at all!”

"how about i come over and pick up something up on the way there? we can watch a movie or two and you can tell me more about how much of a disaster it was." you smile at his suggestion. "that sounds great, i'll see you soon?" you answer, happily. "see you soon, love." he hangs up. you smile, couldn't wait.

and all at once, you are the one i have been waiting for king of my heart, body and soul

being with tom felt easy. you didn't realize it at first, but then all of a sudden he was embedded in every part of your life. being with him was as easy as breathing. it came naturally to the two of you. he had somehow snuck in and captured your heart.

"i love you," you whisper out as the two of you stare up at the stars. you'd decided to go on a camping trip upstate. you were laying on a blanket, cuddling. it just felt right with him. nothing was ever forced. it was simple.

tom sits up abruptly at your words, looking into your eyes "do you mean it?" he asks, unsure. "you're the king of my heart, body and soul." you state, staring back at him. a huge grin making its way onto his face. "i love you, i have for awhile. i was just too scared to say it first. i wasn't sure if you felt the same." he admits, a little shy.

"you are my everything. there's nothing i wouldn't do for you." you admit to him, leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on his lips. you feel him smile into the kiss as he deepens it, pushing you to lay on the blanket and crawling on top of you.

late in the night, the city's asleep your love is a secret i'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

"shhh, don't be so loud! it's like 3am." you whisper shout at tom as you two walk through london. it was a stunning city, even more so with him by your side. "i love this woman!!!! i'm so glad she's mine!!!" he shouts into the open air, spinning in circles and laughing. his silliness causes you to laugh at him, playfully slapping him on the chest, trying to get him to shut up.

tomorrow was the world premiere of the ballad of songbirds and snakes. you were so excited for him and the rest of the cast, but there was a selfish part of you that wanted to keep him to yourself. you didn't want him to become the internet's boyfriend or the 'white boy of the month'. you wanted to keep your love a secret from the world.

you wanted to shield the budding love from the cruelty of not only the world, but the tabloids. the press had ruined your previous relationships, breaking the trust you'd previously shared because of false rumors and speculations. you know tom wasn't like that, but you didn't want to be proved wrong. you just wanted to hold onto this secret for a little longer.

change my priorities the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

some people may have labeled you as materialistic in the past, your countless new shoes and outfits adding fuel to the fire. but, as of late, your priorities had changed. you no longer cared for material goods, the only thing you desired was tom. everything about tom, you wanted. his hugs, his kisses, and especially his love for you. his love would be worth more than anything money could buy you.

is this the end of all the endings? my broken bones are mending with all these nights we're spending

shortly after meeting tom, you were reinvigorated. he was your muse. he mended your heart and gave you inspiration to write once again. no longer were you writing sad songs about ended relationships, but songs confessing your love to him. by the time you had known him for six months, you'd already written enough songs for two 20 song albums and a few extra for deluxe editions.

the more time you spent with him, the more songs you were inspired to write because of him. your agent had wanted to kiss him on the mouth personally for the amount of songs he had inspired you to write after over a year of nothing. your fans would be thrilled to hear you'd be releasing new music after three years of nothing.

"what are you doing there, darling?" tom walks into your office as you play around on the piano and write down the notes you were playing. "just composing a new song. i was inspired during our date last night. i just finished writing the lyrics and now i'm trying to come up with the melody." you answer him, not looking up from the notebook. his eyes widen at your words. "you wrote the lyrics already?" he asks surprised.

you look up from you notebook at this "of course i did, you're my muse. i've completed two albums dedicated to you now." you answer him and continue playing, trying to find the right notes. "you what?" he asks, unaware of his influence on your creativity. you stop playing at this and stand up to face him. "from the moment i have met you, i have written and composed exactly 47 and a half songs. you are my muse, tom blyth. you occupy my mind at all times. i love you" you confess to him with a grin. "my god, i love you." he captures your lips in a searing kiss. he truly was the king of your heart.

#coriolanus snow #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you

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shycoconutt · 22 days

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Fantasy Girl (Choso Kamo x Reader)

MDNI (18+)

Choso Kamo was obsessed with you the moment he laid eyes on you. His heart began to pound in his ears, his face flushed a bright cherry red, and he felt a burning arousal in the pit of his stomach.

You weren't just beautiful, no, you were picture-perfect. When he locked eyes on your figure, the way your body swayed when you walked by, your choice of dress, your smooth skin, the contour of your face, the way your hair flowed in the wind, he was instantly transported back to his boyhood.

The nights he would spend alone, listening to music and sketching his ideal lover with pen and paper. He would meticulously pick out all of his favorite aspects of a woman and use his imagination to conjure images of her in different positions. Some were sweet and innocent, but most were highly provocative in nature. Pleased with himself, he would save his drawings in his sketchbook, and still, to this day, pulls them out every once in a while when he wants to get off to something as pure as his deepest, most sincere fantasy.

But, here you are, his woman, his girl, in the flesh. He has the primal urge to kiss the ground you walk on, to worship you like a goddess, to give you whatever you desire and more, oh so much more.

So when he finally gets you into bed, laid out all pretty for him, he can’t resist his desire to touch himself and cum just from looking at you. He owes himself this moment, to drink in your mere existence. Standing at the foot of his bed, he strips in front of you and takes note of the way your eyes trail up and down his body with a lick of your lips.

Wanting to put on a show for you, he brings one hand down to squeeze his pink tip, slowly spreading his pre over the sensitive skin, while his other hand comes up to squeeze his pecks.

“What do you think, pretty girl? Is my body good enough for you? Is it up to your standards?” Choso huffs out, bringing the hand on his cock down to stroke his whole length.

You nod, taking your plush bottom lip in between your teeth. Choso watches as your hands come down to the bottom hem of your shirt, planning to strip for him as well. But that’s not what he wants, not yet at least.

“No, baby, leave everything on,” Choso says between moans, “I want to look at you just as you are.” In this moment, he believes he hasn’t earned you yet, not all of you.

The subtle flash of confusion in your eyes makes him chuckle. You are so sweet, so beautiful, so amazing. Involuntarily, Choso pumps his cock with more ferocity, his ab muscles flexing in response. He is close, and he must act before it’s too late.

“Do me a favor, my love,” Choso nods towards his bedside table, “Open the drawer, take out the sketchbook, and flip through some pages for me.”

He sees your hesitation, but you ultimately comply with his wishes. He watches as your body contorts to reach over to the side of the bed, using the moment to marvel at the curve of your ass. His hand squeezes tighter, imagining what you’d look like bent over in front of him.

Snapping back to reality, he sees the green sketchbook placed on your lap, your fingers about to turn to open a page. “Good girl,” he muses.

Choso makes sure to study your face while you examine the first few pictures, not wanting to miss any emotion that crosses your expression. He feels his hands tingle in anticipation. Do you see it? Do you understand?

He feels like all his prayers have been answered as a small gasp escapes your lips, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Choso…” you begin.

“Yes, baby? Tell me,” Choso is now curling into himself, not letting up on how he pumps his cock, now hot with desperation to release. His long, black hair falls onto his face, which he quickly brushes away with his other hand to keep eye contact with you.

“This is-,” you stutter, “is this me?”

“Yes,” Choso grunts, “yes, sweet girl, it’s you.”

“But we-”

“But we just met?” he finishes for you, “Yes, I know baby. I drew these before you. When I was younger, I would imagine my fantasy girl. The girl I want to give my heart to, give everything to.”

The way your eyes gloss over with emotion, soaking in his words, makes Choso crumble. He notices how you subtly clench your thighs together, rubbing them for friction. You were reacting positively. Good.

“I didn’t know it then, but I wasn’t imagining you, I was envisioning you.” This is it, he is spent, about to release his seed out into his hands. Baring it all for you, like an offering.

What he doesn't anticipate is how you swiftly place the drawings next to you, sitting up on the bed to crawl towards the man. Choso sees a familiar glint in your eye, one of determination and lust. He’s taken aback.

“What are you-”

“I know you want to take your time with me, take things slow, but,” Choso’s grip around his length is carefully peeled off by your small fingers, only to be placed in your hair, “I don’t believe you envisioned just releasing in your hand or on the floor. Tsk, we wouldn’t want to waste it, right baby?”

Choso’s staggered breath catches in his throat as your hands come up to explore his abdomen, slowly grazing each muscle in his defined abs. After making your way down, each hand curls around his shaft, and Choso can’t help the drawn-out moan he gives when you give him a light squeeze.

With half-lidded eyes, he watches as your glossy lips come to kiss him at his tip, sticking out your tongue to lightly lick the pre cum oozing out of his slit. He can’t help but revel in every small movement, body threatening to snap.

“Oh, gods, I can’t-” he gasps, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Only if you promise your dedication to me,” you smirk, looking up at him devilishly, “From here on out, your cum belongs to me. You understand?”

“Yes! Yes, I promise, oh gods, I’m only yours. All of my cum is yours. Now plea-”

In one quick movement, you took Choso’s full length down your throat, releasing your jaw and bobbing aggressively. Your hands leave his cock to grip both sides of his waist, using all your strength to fuck his body into you.

“Nnnn-aaaaaah,” he can’t hold it back any longer, gripping the back of your head, Choso brings you fully flush to his body as he dumps his seed down your throat. His cock pulses with every thick rope that spurts out of him.

After a pause and feeling your throat tighten, he brings your face off of him, watching the tears fall down your cheeks and a string of your spit connect your mouth to his tip. Still, in your exasperated state, you manage to give him the warmest smile he’s ever seen, nose scrunched and eyes closed tightly. Like a magnet, Choso’s hands come up to cradle your face.

No one, absolutely no one, has ever looked this beautiful. He's sure of it.

#jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso kamo #choso x reader #kamo choso #choso x y/n #choso x you #jjk fanfic #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x you #choso kamo x y/n #kamo choso x reader #choso #jjk choso

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hippiepowrs · 2 months

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patchwork

eddie munson x (implied) metalhead!reader

eddie wants to add a new patch to his vest but hates sewing.

a/n: thank you for the love on my first fic!!! this one is based on the fact that i think eddie would be bad at sewing. like he could be good at it but it's funnier to think that he's not. also you will probably see a lot of metalhead!reader from me bc it's self indulgent and there's just not enough of it.

warnings: fluff. gn!reader. sewing needles (obviously). one mention of blood/vague mentions of eddie stabbing himself with sewing needles. established relationship. no reader pronouns. no use of y/n. use of "babe," "baby," and "sweetheart" as nicknames from both. playful bickering. eddie is a biter and impatient as fuck. swearing. sort of eddie's pov i guess?

wc: 877

Eddie is good with his hands. It’s undeniable. Between chords, riffs, strumming, and picking, his calloused fingers know how to move, and they know it well.

But the one thing he always struggled with was sewing.

To him, sewing was like the devil. A necessary evil in his life, but evil nonetheless.

There’s a reason his vest has always stayed so empty. Well, a few, but the main one is the fact that his fingers can never get the needle to move quite how he wants it to. He’s always stabbing himself so hard it draws blood, somehow. One time the needle went clean through. He was able to crack it for long enough to get his back patch on, and one or two more, but then he decided he’d be able to live with it like that. At least for a while.

But now he has you. You, the beautiful thing laying on the floor of his bedroom. You, the one with a cooler vest than him. He can’t let that slide for much longer, can he? He finds himself trying to sew on a new patch he got up in Indy, but he’s already giving up.

“Babe,” He calls from atop his bed, “can you sew this for me?” He gives you that look. The one where he tilts his chin down and looks up at you with his big, wet eyes and bats his eyelashes when he wants something.

“You can’t finish it yourself?” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice that he’s keen to pick up on.

“It’s–ugh… it’s just not going well.” He sighs, frustration showing.

You stand up from your place on the floor and snake into the spot next to him on the mattress, getting as close as you can without sitting on top of him.

“Baby, you have like… five stitches done.” You say, looking up at him with a sarcastically annoyed glare.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, though.” He pouts, playing it up like he always does.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure whether to argue or just accept it.

“Ugh, fine. Give it to me.” You pretend to be annoyed, but in all honesty, you can’t help but adore that he relies on you for things like this. It’s weirdly sweet, just like him. You’re able to quickly get into the groove of stitching the patch on, up and down, out and in. It’s relaxingly repetitive, but Eddie is looming next to you. He’s leaning over, a little too close, mesmerized by the way your hands work.

“Ed, can you get out of my fucking face?” You say playfully. He leans back a little to watch from a distance for a minute before leaning in and sinking his teeth into your shoulder. “Ow, you dick.”

He’s as impatient as ever. You can feel the way he’s practically vibrating beside you as he waits for you to finish with the stitching.

“Go do something,” You tell him, knowing you’re only halfway done, and he won’t last at this rate.

“But I wanna watch.” He pouts again.

“Put some music on at least, please?” You ask, putting on a softer tone so you know he’ll get up and do it.

When he reaches his tape deck, he starts shuffling through his collection, trying to find the one that calls out to him. The previous album you were listening to finished a while ago, and neither of you were bothered enough to get up and change it. Eddie finds the cassette he was looking for, and pops it in with a grin.

It’s the mixtape he made for you for your third date. A little corny, he knows. But, he’d never really gone out with anyone before he went out with you, and he didn’t want to fuck it up. Especially not when he found the coolest person to ever grace this horrible town.

Your third date was a night that he’ll never forget. He picked flowers out of the rich neighborhoods’ front gardens, made a glorious mixtape out of all the music you guys talked about loving, and showed up to your house on time. That’s big for him.

He took you out to a real dinner. It might’ve just been the little Italian place on Main Street, but Eddie made sure to save extra cash for the week leading up so that he had enough to pay for you.

And now here you are, sitting on his bed, sewing for him. It’s so domestic that he thinks he’s going to explode. The way you’re so comfortable in his space, and you’re so comfortable around him.

“I’m done, babe.” You softly call to him, holding up his prized possession to show your handiwork.

His eyes widen when he sees you, the giant smile on your face, so proud of yourself—and an even bigger grin breaks out on his own. He almost tackles you onto the bed, engulfing you in one of the most aggressive, warmest hugs he’s ever given you.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” His voice is muffled in the hug, but he makes his point clear by littering your cheek with kisses. With one big smack of his lips on your skin, he mumbles, “God, I love you.”

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic

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mangokabuto · 3 months

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Some dance + real-world-equivalent-ethnicity headcannons :)

Some more little bits i be thinking abt for those who want more dance content: (under the cut)

Usopp with his salsa fundamentals and luffy with his vague memories of samba end up, at some point, coming up with their own much more chaotic combo of the two. They r spinning around so fast its insane. Luffy is about to launch them into the sun. They're having a great time.

Sanji being absolutely miffed when the only other ppl on the crew who know how to couple's dance with him are Usopp and Luffy. He gets over it ofc, being able to actually dance with another person quickly overwhelms the "I wanted to tango with a beautiful lady" grief

Sanji being able to help Usopp re-learn salsa and them bonding over their moms abt it 🥲Luffy is a lost cause tho he's not learning shit /j

BaroqueWorks Robin and Bon Clay bonding over ballet Q_Q

Brook inventing the most INSANE new dips/twirls/transitions because he no longer has muscles or skin or whatever in the way

Also I firmly believe Usopp listens & dances to anything made by Spice, Mr. Killa, and Yung Bredda, but he refuses to let the crew know this. He's not embarrassed or anything he's just fairly sure Sanji would have a heart attack and die if he heard the lyrics

Sanji listens & dances to Rodrigo y Gabriela he's in love with their story

Zoro is one of those freaks who has no desire to listen to music at all but he won't turn it off if it's on, yk?

As made obvious above I think Usopp and Sanji are the 1st and 2nd most versatile dancers, but neither of them dance more Often than Franky

If i had to rank them based on how often/readily they will dance its....in the order I placed the pictures, with chopper between brook and nami. Luffy is only so low cause he'd usually rather be eating, and brook cause he'd rather be playing, and zoro cause he'd rather be drinking/napping

Robin will readily dance with you if you ask her but she's not going to initiate

If you love dance like i do and want to see some specific choreographers/dances i had in mind while drawing these, that will be the rest of this bullet list!

Sanji is doing Derek Hough's little solo bit from his pasodoble choreo on dancing with the stars. look it up it is so peak

Dancing with the star (chopper <3)

In my head Usopp is perfectly capable of dancing any choreography by Latrice Kabamba (west african steps), Tricia Miranda (dancehall), or Yeifren Mata (mostly male solo salsa)

For Franky I think some old way choreos by Nastya Batrachenko or Dashaun Wesley (he mostly does fem now but he has good old way stuff) r good

#my art #dancing HCs #they're all transgender if you didnt notice btw <3 #wano is such a clear and intentional allegory for isreal/palestine and zoro's family came from there. he has some brown in him i stg!!!#i know oda said Brook was from austria but oda is wrong <3 brook told me so himself in a dream i prommy #sanji is apparently french. his birth parents are clearly german royalty. his real father is irish. why is he french /hj #chopper is canadian ofc but he is also. a deer

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slickfordain · 1 year

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Yandere behavior, but we all know I always write Yandere on Tumblr. No specified gender for you. Also, reader with my personality again— since some people liked it very much.

Edit: I forgot to say the kids in Genshin are all platonic 💀

Teyvat is aware of their divine using them as a vessel. Teyvat is aware Celestia cannot defeat you either… As Celestia was obviously made by you. However, you have some concerning habits… Some are very very cute in your harem’s eyes ~ While some makes them worry for your health.

You have a problem with making your Genshin self-insert insert having such a gruesome backstory, it makes them wanna cry and hug your self-insert in their world. Apparently, your insert is indeed inserted in the game— ahah, when you shut off the screen and log off of course ♡

Perhaps, let’s say Zhongli would pick up on how you eat a lot of food… It amazes him. You even have a lot of mora, that you only spend it on food and nothing else. It… Does make him worry— But Yanfei would definitely sign the chefs to make your favorite dishes, just in case ~

Xingqiu would pick up on how you write an unfamiliar word called “Fan-fictions”. It has some Japanese words such as “Yandere” and “Tsundere”. He listened further into your works, and goodness, he has never felt so called out in his entire life when you specifically explained what Yanderes are. If you liked writing about Yanderes… You wouldn’t mind him being one for you, would you?

Childe would laugh his ass off whenever he hears you talking constantly to yourself, pretending as if you’re responding to them. But this makes him think you’re trying to communicate with him and Teyvat, makes his heart sore so much. You’re so sweet and acknowledging everyone, specifically him. ♡

Characters such as Pantalone and Baizhu have a realization you love spending Primogems on wishes, and always wasting them. So what do they do? Mischievously somehow gain Primogems for you, which you didn’t complain about at all.

People also have heard about your hatred towards Albert for being a creepy stalker. Now, this made Mondstadt furious at Albert. Not only does he stalk poor Barbara, he even dared to boldly disappoint you. (Barbatos killed him ehe)

Barbara has never felt so loved this much, she wants to bawl her eyes out — to show how much she loves and adores you.

Characters like Razor and Raiden Ei have come to realization you love sleeping around so much, they’ve gotten to know you sleep in work from time to time whenever it’s break. They take this advantage to make a setup room for you, where either of them can hold you in their arms and cuddle as they sleep against you.

Beidou, Lisa and Yae Miko would often see that you especially get easily injured. I’m not saying they’re the only ones terrified— trust me, many people in Teyvat are going to kill whoever hurt you,,, but they are the ones who ends up hearing about your condition. They’re so worried when they find out you don’t scream in pain, nor do you care about it because you’ve always been clumsy since childhood. They’re so worried, they might have a heart attack someday.

The Adeptus’ pick on the fact you like listening to “8-bit” version of music… It sounds hard to play, but they can’t deny you did have taste in music. Makes the guy from Lantern lite quest more inretested with you, and wishes to know you more! Or more so… Perhaps Enjou would take interest in this.~ He’s just as silly as you, why not?

Dainsleif notices how you stare at his character with adoration and love his design oh so much, that he also knows you love drawing, just like Albedo. Hearing this, Albedo loves you to death, like… Literally.

Aether hearing you’re also unstoppable that even Unknown God can’t stop you? Goodness this boy is falling in a deep rabbit hole for falling for you~!

Paimon sees you as a mother/father figure too honestly… Paimon relates to you so much about food, and always gets so happy when you agreed by getting food. Despite your tired expression, she just wants to cry because you did not once call her an “Emergency food”.

How about your complex theories? Tighnari and Al-haitham will have a whole set of a store with written details about your theories. You did die when Teyvat was made, so makes sense why you didn’t know everything. (…. You ate popcorn and watched your show as Archon war was a thing.) Every theories, is about very interesting things.

Snezhnaya and Tsaritsa would be so happy when they find out your world was filled with snow (to those who live in a snowy weather like me), and would flex it off to other nations like cocky little bastards. They see this as a blessing, and would try getting to know your culture by just the fact you and them have snow. That would mean you wouldn’t be cold in their place, right?

How about Fontaine being in horror when they find about your Creepypasta and FnaF books? They’ll keep themselves aware of the woods and will isolate any innocent beings from anywhere that involves woods and trees. Jeff the killer and Jeffrey C. Hodek (canon Jeff) definitely traumatized numerous of the people in Fontaine, considering their skins got burned a lot.

Yelan being also surprised she and other rich people in Teyvat, are in fact not the richest people in their own world after learning that… Moras aren’t actually real money? I can see Mona laughing at their misery, even though she’s sad she doesn’t exist literally in your world. How the fuck is she supposed to kiss hug you huh?

Venti and Nahida being so drawn to your morning voice, hearing you cursing as they didn’t know what the meanings behind those languages meant. Nahida would stare at your face in awe, listening to your stories as Venti would too, making a song about it probably— only for it to go downfall when they realize you occasionally hurt yourself in work. They’re horrified. YOU FELL OFF THE STAIRS??! They’re gonna faint.

Cyno who is in love with a heated face when he learns you love jokes, hearing you making a dark humor that just has him down bad for you— and ends up laughing. Your dark humor never goes too far, and he just loves it that you can accept his jokes. He is definitely going to be very loyal towards you…

Imagine Scaramouche/Wanderer lovingly gazing at your side view as you try to do makeup real quickly before playing your game. It didn’t matter. He loved your little habit of always doing your makeup first— and then play. He’s patient, and will always try his best… Ends up killing Hilichurls under one second, oops~

With everyone in Teyvat learning about your habits, learning about your talents…

They officially are definitely in love with you. They will always love you. They know when it’s you, even if someone tries to look like you and act like you to get attention. It will never work. They don’t care what form you take, because they’re obsessed and in love with the idea of you. They will only love you, you you you. You’re genderless? They’ll love you, you’re a bully? They’ll love you. It doesn’t matter what form you take.

They will always love you, [Name].

I wanna do a small love hc with Dainsleif and Pantalone x reader because I’m in love with them ♡ but I also wanna do persona insert x canon… Man.

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #sagau x reader #yandere sagau genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #sagau cult au #sagau brainrot #yandere sagau #sagau fluff #sagau headcanons

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borathae · 9 months

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“Because of his curse, Jungkook’s past was filled with loneliness. Unable to touch a human without being overtaken by the urge to kill them, he believed his fate to be a touch-deprived one. It changed however when he met Yoongi, bearer of the same curse and loving mentor, who taught him that intimacy was possible for someone like them. Now it’s been years and Jungkook’s life is filled with love, tenderness and the warmth of soft touches. All that is missing is your taste on his tongue. Jungkook wants to change that and asks Yoongi for an especially sweet lesson. You just so happen to find yourself between them. Not only as their most loved princess, but also as their very eager practice helper.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader x Vampire!Jungkook

Genre: Smut, established relationship!AU, Polyamory!AU

Warnings: domestic sweetness, sub!Jungkook, soft Dom!Yoongi, switch!Reader, threesome, Shibari with magical ropes, praise, they give Koo a cockring with the ropes, handjob (Koo receiving), oral (f.receiving), she rests between Yoongi’s legs while Koo kneels and eats her out, Koo calls them Mommy & Daddy, i couldn’t resist afjsdjf, he calls them Mistress & Master beforehand, Yoongi calls them babyboy/girl & good girl/boy, loving dirty talk, finger sucking, lots of drool, pussy fingering, Yoongi has his hand around her throat without choking her, gentle biting (by Yoongi), he plays with her nipples, hair pulling (oc giving & boys receiving), orgasm control & edging (f.receiving), Koo cries because he is happy, she cries cause she’s needy, squirting, a hint of golden showers :’), Jungkook slurps it up cause he is greedy, Yoongi cums in his pants & Kook cums on the sheets fjadsf, some post sex crying, loving & protective aftercare, post sex cuddles!!, I love them!!, Yoongi is truly the best Dom ever :(

Wordcount: 9.3k

a/n: I had this idea because I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of Jungkook wanting to try out oral once he’s a little bit better in controlling his urges and OC & Yoongi being totally down for it. I wasn’t ready for Yoongi though fjadjfa help 🥴🖤

“No but trust me, it’s gonna be great”, Yoongi says in a cute laugh, pressing play on the record player.

Slow R&B starts playing. He turns, stretching his arms from himself. He is wearing nothing more than tight boxer briefs and a flowy button up. His hair is unstyled as well, but falls beautifully without trying. You share his state, wearing one of his briefs because they are terribly comfortable.

“And? It’s great, isn’t it?” he asks.

“Yeah, it’s good”, you tell him.

“Come on, it’s better than good. It’s great”, Yoongi says and moves back to you in little dance steps. He moves his hips as he does, giving you an open mouthed smile.

You giggle, stepping off bed when Yoongi stretches his hands to you.

He twirls you and catches you in a way so that your back is pressed against his chest and your arms are crossed in front of your chest, hands being held by him. He hums the melody, moving your bodies to the beat and nuzzling into your neck to kiss it gently.

He makes you feel so good that you can’t stop giggling.

“See? You’re into it now, aren’t you?” he rasps.

“You know I am”, you sigh, tilting your head to the side, “I love that.”

“Mhm, love it too”, Yoongi says, kissing your cheek. He lifts his gaze, locking eyes with Jungkook. He twirls you and him so he gets closer to Kook. Once he is, he leans in and kisses Jungkook on his lips. Just once.

“And you? Still think it’s a stupid idea?”

“I never said that. I just said that I didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff.”

“What? Listening to music whilst spending time with my two favourite people?” Yoongi ruffles Jungkook’s long hair, “think again”, he says and then draws closer to you.

He hugs you tighter, taking bigger steps to draw circles with you on the impromptu dance floor.

You squeal and giggle, trying your hardest to keep up. Yoongi gazes at you with his eyes barely open. He is smiling so much that he is squinting. Every now and then, you get a very passionately sung passage of song from him, followed by a soft kiss or tender snuggle.

Jungkook watches the two of you with happy giggles in his chest. He is bouncing on the bed, swinging his legs back and forth as he sports the biggest and brightest smile in humankind. He is sharing your state of clothing. Tight briefs and a shirt. No button up, but a soft cotton shirt with its sleeves ending just a little above his elbows. It’s been summer for a while and the days are hot. So you and your perfect lovers spend your hours wearing as little clothing as possible, always making sure that the fibers were natural and light.

It was the hours of the last sun right now. One more hour and she will have set for the day. Jungkook’s wing was located at the north end of the castle which meant his rooms were already a lot dimmer than, say, Jimin’s rooms. But you didn’t really mind. Jungkook has already turned on his galaxy lamp, which will illuminate the room once the sun has truly said good night.

Jungkook finished renovations on his wing in spring. It was a beautiful home. The rooms were spacious with high ceilings and big windows and Jungkook filled them with a mixture of modern and old furniture. He even asked you to propagate a few plants for him, which you very happily did. Up until now, he hadn’t killed any of them yet and he even purchased grow lights for the ones who needed a bit more light.

Jungkook chose to make the smallest of his rooms his bedroom. Now bear in mind, small was still relatively big when one dares to compare it to the bedroom of common apartments, but it was still the smallest room in his wing (except his bathroom and toilet of course). Jungkook explained the reasoning behind his choice that he would rather have his own cozy living room and a big home studio and turn his bedroom into a cozy little escape. He truly managed to do so and you just so happen to spend time in it today.

The song changes. Yoongi stops dancing, hugging you against him with his lips glued to your neck.

“Mhm love”, you sigh.

“You’re amazing", he whispers and kisses you one last time before he breaks away to strut to the bed, “but tell me that I’m right. The music’s setting the scene.”

“Of course it is. I feel properly charmed”, you say and giggle, chasing Yoongi to hug him from behind.

He stumbles and laughs, holding your hands instantly.

“You’re the cutest, my love”, you tell him.

“No, you are”, he says, lifting you onto his back piggyback style.

“Yoongi no”, you squeak.

“Mine”, he teases and with an expert twirl, manages to place you atop the bed. Right next to Jungkook. You laugh loudly as you get set down, wiggling happily once you are on the sheets.

Jungkook turns to you, placing his arm over your waist and leaning down for a kiss. One you accept gladly and one which feels oh so impossible to continue when you suddenly feel Yoongi’s lips dance up your inner thighs mere seconds later.

In the end, you have to break the kiss just to gasp and arch your back. Yoongi is bunching up the legs of your boxers, exposing more and more of your sensitive skin to his eager lips.

“Yoongi…” you sigh.

Jungkook turns, looking at Yoongi with his tummy fluttering in excitement. The Creator has his eyes closed in bliss, allowing his strong hands to run over your skin with utmost care. He looks so content with his current position. Jungkook feels heat gather between his legs at the view.

“Shouldn’t that be me?” he asks in a teasing manner.

Yoongi lust-darkened eyes open and flit to Jungkook. He lifts his head even if you whine in disappointment.

“Yeah it should be”, Yoongi says, running his big hands up and down your thighs as he speaks, “I’m ready whenever you two are.”

“I’m so ready”, Jungkook says.

“Me too”, you say.

“That’s good to hear. Kookie, take off your clothes. Princess, do you wanna help me with the ropes?”

“Yes, Master.” “Of course.”

You and Jungkook say at the same time and seconds later, you each are off to do your own things. Jungkook undresses while you and Yoongi discuss the ropes you will use on his body.

You all agreed to it. Tonight will be the night Jungkook finally eats you out. Yoongi assured you that it was perfectly safe and then the planning began. Jungkook knew that he needed ropes to feel safe, so Yoongi promised him to do Shibari with him and tie his arms behind his back. You knew that you wanted to help, so Yoongi told you that you could. And Yoongi is just here for the good time. He fucking loves spending time with you and Jungkook.

“Done”, Jungkook says.

You and Yoongi turn to him.

The good boy is kneeling on the floor with perfect posture. His hands are on his thighs with their palms facing up, his back is perfectly straight and his head is held high. He looks at you without ever breaking eye contact, breathing heavily because this is terribly exciting to him.

“Look at you”, you say, “you really know what to do, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress”, Jungkook says, eyes lighting up in pride.

“You’re such a good boy for us”, Yoongi praises.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs together and straightens up even more.

“Thank you, Master”, he gets out, having to fight for air afterwards.

You and Yoongi close the distance between you and Jungkook. While you reach for his cheek to caress it, Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair. Jungkook closes his eyes instantly, parting his lips in a soft, audible sigh. He feels the tingles all the way down to his toes.

“Isn’t he the prettiest?” you ask Yoongi.

“Yeah, he is”, Yoongi agrees.

Jungkook giggles, having to squirm away from you because he felt way too shy under your praise. Cute.

“Do you wanna stand up for us now, mhm?”

“Yes, Master”, Jungkook says and with Yoongi’s help, gets to his feet.

You and Yoongi study his naked form. Sculpted muscles he obtained from hard and consistent training, smooth and shaved skin and cock just hard enough that it is starting to rise. He is beautiful indeed.

“You’re so handsome, Kookie”, Yoongi says.

“You really are”, you say, rounding him so you can trace his back. His butt looks so good. You dare to steal a touch, while Jungkook gasps and then exhales shakily, tensing his muscles for you, “you’ve got the cutest butt, sweetie.”

“Thank you”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles.

Yoongi steps closer to him while you continue to feel up his body. Jungkook wants to close his eyes because of it, but doesn’t as Yoongi looks at him. He cups his cheek, running his thumb over his skin.

“I’m gonna monitor your thoughts throughout the session, so can you take off your ring?” he asks.

“Of course. Do you think I’m dangerous?” Jungkook asks, slipping off his magic ring.

“No, but I just want to make sure. It’s for you too, so you feel assured that I know if I have to step in, yeah?” Yoongi explains, accepting the ring to slip it into his shirt’s front pocket.

“Yes, thank you for looking out for me. I feel a lot more at ease when I know you will catch me slipping.”

“Mhm, although I don’t think you will. You’re ready."

“I feel ready.”

“You are”, Yoongi gives Jungkook’s cheek a soft pinch and then he steps back, undoing the knot of the ropes, “let’s start with tying. Yeah?”

“Yes, just tell me what to do.”

“Relax, we’ll take care of you", Yoongi says and looks at you, “may I give you the end?”

“Of course”, you say, snaking your arms around Jungkook just to snatch the ends. Jungkook leans into you instinctively, holding his breath. He is so, so excited. He loves being Yoongi’s rope bunny and to know that you are also with them this session excites him even more.

“Now let’s start”, you say, “my love, can you come look if I’m doing it right?”

“Sure.”

“I bet you’re doing really well”, Jungkook says, earning himself a little touch to his waist.

“Cutie.”

Yoongi teaches you a new pattern today, explaining the correct ways of tying and the places of pressure you need to look out for in order not to cause pain. You go slow, touching the spots you needed to place the rope over and feeling up his body whenever you get the chance. You mess up a few times, but don’t feel embarrassed about it as Yoongi praises you and Jungkook tells you that he is having the time of his life.

And he has. Being touched and explored and taken care of by his two favourite people feels like paradise to him. Having the rope slowly constrain more and more of his movements whilst at the same time giving him a sensation of comfort felt like a beautiful hug to him. Listening to you and Yoongi talk relaxed him as well.

“There we go, you got it”, Yoongi praises, “now go under this loop and tighten it on this part.”

“Okay, okay”, you say, tickling Jungkook’s skin as you guide the rope.

“That part feels so good”, Jungkook sighs, wiggling his arms a little.

“Stay calm, sweetheart”, Yoongi tells him, caressing his waist.

“Sorry, Master I feel so good”, Jungkook apologises, blushing like crazy.

“That’s okay, just try to keep your arms still yeah?”

“Yes Master, I will try.”

“I promise I’m almost finished, baby”, you assure him.

“Yes okay, take your time Mistress”, Jungkook says and lowers his eyes in comfort, “I feel so good”, he whispers.

“Us too, baby”, you say and finish the knot, “look Boongie, I did it.”

“Perfect my love, now guide the ropes to the front, we’ll need the ends for the hip pieces later”, Yoongi tells you.

“Okay, okay”, you follow, dropping the ropes once they tangle in the front. You hug Jungkook’s waist, kissing his arm, “how are you feeling?”

“Amazing”, Jungkook says and tilts his head back, “I’m so safe.”

“You are”, Yoongi says.

“You really are, our sweet baby”, you add and the round him, joining Yoongi’s side.

Jungkook’s arms are both tied up in the back, held up by an intricate pattern of rope and knots. The pattern is simple in the front, as most of the art was done along his arms. It looked beautiful on his body.

“You are seriously made for Shibari”, you say, “I can’t believe how pretty you are.”

“You’re seriously so pretty”, Yoongi says.

“Guys stop”, Jungkook complains and giggles, swaying his shoulders from side to side.

“Why?”

“Because it’s making me shy”, he pouts, “I don’t like that.”

You smile, “you’re so cute.”

“Mhm. Now about the wish you had”, Yoongi says, “do you still wanna do it?”

“Yes, I want to do it”, Jungkook says, looking at you, “do you think that you can enchant the ropes?”

“I think I can. I studied the spell a lot”, you say, “are you really okay with me trying out the spell on you? You’d be the first person I’d do it on.”

“Yes, I’m okay with it. I trust you.”

“Okay, so”, you turn to Yoongi, “I just have to touch the ropes and think the words, yeah? Like I practiced?”

“Yes, you should feel heat in your fingertips and Kook, you should feel tingles as if electricity was coursing through you. Anything other than that and you are stopping us.”

“I understand.”

“Okay then, here goes nothing”, you murmur and begin the spell. Yoongi rubs your back as you work while Jungkook sighs in bliss and gazes at you with sparkling eyes. Yoongi was right. His skin tingles electrically wherever the rope touches. He really likes the sensation.

“I think I’m done”, you say. The electricity stops. Jungkook is a little sad that it did. It felt so good.

Yoongi wraps his fingers around the rope and tugs. Jungkook falls into him with a squeak, getting caught by Yoongi.

“Careful”, he laughs, rubbing his back.

“Sorry, I wasn’t ready”, Jungkook says, using the opportunity to nuzzle his nose into Yoongi’s neck, “you tugged so hard, Master”, he whines.

“I know, I’m sorry baby”, Yoongi says, patting Jungkook’s butt, “but the good news is, the spell worked. Good job, princess. That was amazing, I’m so proud of you.”

“That was nothing really”, you say and snicker, “I feel so cool right now.”

“You are so cool”, Yoongi says and smiles fondly, “com’ere.”

You snuggle into his side, resting your head against his shoulder as he closes his arm around you.

“My two babies”, he says, “mhm? You’re my babies, aren’t you?”

“Yes, we are”, you say while Jungkook merely whimpers and continues to suckle on Yoongi’s neck. No teeth are involved. It is merely a simple and tender sucking motion. It soothes Jungkook greatly, whilst leaving Yoongi with a comfortable tingle down his back.

“Do you like that, mhm?” he asks in a whisper.

Jungkook purrs, nodding his head. He slips his lips from his neck, but stays close enough that they brush against his skin as he talks, “you taste so good, Master. I like doing that.”

“You’re cute”, Yoongi says and drags Jungkook away with a gentle tug to his hair, “I need you to stand still for a little while longer, yeah? I know you want to suck, but be patient. You wanted us to tie up your cock as well and we need to do that still.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, I’m so greedy.”

“It’s okay, Kookie. Now let us take care of you, yeah?”

“Yes, Master”, Jungkook gets out and moans softly, tilting his head back, “oh god”, he whispers under his breath.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m so excited.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear”, Yoongi smiles and looks at you, “princess, look I’ll show you the pattern.”

“Yes, okay”, you say, watching him work with a tingling stomach.

“First you start off by connecting the new rope with the old. You do it like this.”

“I see, that's easy. What then?”

“Then we need to guide the rope around his thigh. Kookie, part your legs for us.”

Jungkook follows happily, tingling like crazy when Yoongi guides the soft rope over his skin. He wraps it around the uppermost part of his thigh. Along the path a pair of panties would take. Afterwards he lets you guide the rope along his back and down around the other thigh.

“And now to the fun part. Are you ready for it, Kookie?”

“I can’t wait”, Jungkook gets out, wheezing in excitement.

Jungkook has the most reactive cock ever. Yoongi merely has to come close to it and it practically twitching into his hand in hopes of being touched.

“Needy”, Yoongi teases, sending Jungkook a playful look.

“I know”, he whispers, “I’m so needy and, and…needy.”

Yoongi chuckles, “you’re cute”, he says and cups Jungkook’s balls.

“Yoongi”, the latter moans instantly, feeling his knees buckle.

Yoongi massages his balls gently, making sure to dig his thumb into the parts which give Jungkook just the smallest bolts of pain. He likes stuff like that, leaking like crazy because of it.

“See that?” Yoongi speaks calmly, “see how he’s starting to leak?”

“I do, yeah”, you rasp.

“Feel it.”

You close your fingers around Jungkook’s cock.

“___”, Jungkook moans, stumbling to catch his balance, “oh god, please”, and here he goes, begging for you. It’s what he is best at. Begging, pleading and acting like a needy boy.

You run your hand up and down his throbbing cock, paying special attention to his tip. It’s so wet and hot.

“That’s it, feel him up. I need you to remember how he should be before you start the knot”, Yoongi praises and guides the rope around the base of Jungkook’s cock.

“Please”, Jungkook begs, but you ignore him.

“Keep this part snug, but make sure that it doesn’t pinch and keep touching his tip. We need him to be wet for the next part.”

“Do we really? What does it do?”

Yoongi gives you a dark smirk, “just keeping it more interesting.”

“I see, fuck that’s so hot”, you say, massaging Jungkook’s leaking tip with just enough pressure that soft squelching sounds fill the air.

“This is gonna make me cum”, Jungkook chokes out, whimpering loudly afterwards, “oh god, please.”

You ignore him, watching with a dripping pussy as Yoongi guides the rope around the base of Jungkook’s balls.

“That’s where you can start applying pressure. Once it’s around his balls, you have to guide the rope along them so they are parted. Like this.”

“Woah that looks like it hurts.”

You and Yoongi sneak a glance at Jungkook. He doesn’t even realise that you do, moaning with parted lips and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Trust me, it doesn’t”, Yoongi says and smirks, “now wrap it around one more time and tighten it.”

Yoongi tightens it with a pull. Jungkook gasps and tries to close his legs, making Yoongi look up at him.

“Too tight?”

“No. No just…my cock is so hard”, Jungkook gets out and moans softly, “oh god the pressure on my balls is so intense.”

“I know, you’re such a pretty boy, taking it so well”, Yoongi praises and closes the knot, “the rope will help you concentrate.”

“Thank you, Master. You’re taking such great care of me.”

“Don’t just thank me”, Yoongi says and seconds later, Jungkook feels your thumb massage his leaking slit.

“Mistress”, Jungkook sighs, falling into you. His lips are on your neck instantly, suckling on your skin, “Mistress, thank you”, he croaks between his sucks, “you feel so good, Mistress.”

“Mhhm”, you purr, caressing his nape while your fingers work his tied up cock, “call me Mommy tonight.”

Yoongi stills, looking at you with honest surprise. He gawks and blinks, gawks and blinks. You give him a cocky raise of your right eyebrow, one that flusters him so greatly that he ends up looking down with his cheeks heating up. His hand comes up to rub the side of his neck immediately.

Jungkook, on the other hand, is melting into a puddle of utter submission. He writhes and presses into you, tensing his tummy so much his cock twitches in your hand.

“Yes Mommy”, he gets out and giggles, “I love that name, Mommy.”

“You’re such a good boy, my baby”, you praise him, kissing his cheek, “now.”

You slip your hand away.

“Noo, Mommy don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, “please.”

“I’d love to baby, but I need to undress.”

“Okay”, Jungkook sniffles, “oh god I’m so horny, Mommy.”

“Me too, babyboy.”

And with that you step back, running your eyes up and down Jungkook’s tied up body while your fingers slip to your shirt. You manage to open one button when Yoongi steps in.

“Wait. Let me”, he offers, hovering his hands above yours. You smile, lowering your arms.

“I won’t stop you, love.”

Yoongi touches your shirt instantly, unbuttoning it carefully and staring deep into your eyes.

“Since when are you into this?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Being called Mommy.”

“Mhm don’t know. I think it’s hot in the bedroom.”

“Mhm, yeah”, Yoongi agrees and kisses your newly exposed shoulder, “I wanna eat you whole, fuck you’re so perfect.”

You giggle, “what do I hear in your voice, mhm?” you tease.

“Whatever you think you’re hearing, you’re right”, Yoongi says and kisses your neck, opening the last of your buttons. He slips his hand under the shirt and takes it off.

“Mhm, Yoongi love”, you purr, tilting your head back as he explores your vulnerable throat and presses your body into his’, “you tempt me.”

“I know”, he whispers, “that’s the plan.”

He slips off your panties, letting them drop to the ground. One second later and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling around to get you on bed and under him.

“Yoongi”, you laugh in a squeak, feeling dizzy from being handled so quickly.

“My princess”, he sighs, kissing your neck as his right hand holds your thigh and tugs it snug against his waist. Like this, he can roll his hips into you, grinding his clothed cock against your naked pussy. He is as hard as you are wet.

“Yoongi”, you sigh, “Yoongi, this feels so good.”

“It does. You do”, he guides his pouty lips to your ear, “all I wanna do is fuck you till you can’t walk, but I know I shouldn’t. Fuck princess, it takes everything inside me not to take you right here and now.”

“Don’t talk like this, you know what this does to me”, you whine and arch your back.

Yoongi chuckles, pecking your cheek, “wait here, my love.”

And with that he breaks away, climbing off the bed to get to Jungkook.

“Now you”, Yoongi places his hands on Jungkook’s hips, “I’ll help you.”

And with that, he lifts Jungkook onto the bed, making him kneel in front of you.

“There we go”, Yoongi says, “now you’re looking pretty. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes”, Jungkook whispers.

“Good. How’s the pressure on your balls. The new position adds something, doesn’t it?”

“It feels so good”, Jungkook mewls and leaks a little.

“Mhm, I see. God look at you, you’re so wet”, he says, running his fingertips through the sticky mess.

Jungkook moans, chasing Yoongi with parted lips and his eyes glued to his mouth.

“Daddy…”

“Huh?"

“I-”, Jungkook gulps, “sorry. I just, just. Oh god. I’m sorry it, it was because of, of ___ and her wish and then I, I thought about what Hobi said that, that you guys can be my Mommy and D-Daddy, oh god I’m so sor-”

Jungkook doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Yoongi kisses him deeply. So deep in fact that once their kiss breaks, Jungkook has to whimper and Yoongi is out of breath.

“Fucking say it again, I dare you”, Yoongi rasps.

“Daddy?” Jungkook whispers.

“Fuck”, Yoongi moans deeply, twisting a big bundle of Jungkook’s hair just to tilt his head back and run his tongue over his throat.

Jungkook moans squeakily, gasping for air.

“I’m gonna treat you so right, babyboy”, Yoongi rasps, “you fucking drive me insane.”

“Oh god, Daddy”, Jungkook moans, “that feels so good.”

“Mhhm it does. You do”, Yoongi can’t stop his wandering hands from feeling and squeezing Jungkook’s body.

He even does it so aggressively that Jungkook looses balance and falls. Kind of. Yoongi catches him before he can, pulling him back to his knees.

Yoongi’s eager fumbling stops, he stares and blinks. Jungkook stares and pants.

“Sorry, I was rough.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi”, Jungkook says and blushes, “no. Daddy”, he adds and giggles, lowering his eyes shyly.

“You’re so cute, fuck”, Yoongi presses out and kisses his cheek, “now wanna make our princess feel good?”

“Yes, oh god”, Jungkook almost yells the words from how excited he was.

“Eager”, Yoongi teases and chuckles. He ruffles Jungkook’s hair before crawling back to you.

You are panting like crazy, staring at them with glassy eyes. You forgot to blink, doing so once Yoongi cups your cheek.

“Hey there”, he says softly.

“Hey”, you get out.

“Ready for the next step?”

“Yes”, you nod your head enthusiastically, “I’m so ready.”

“That’s good to hear”, Yoongi says, rounding you, “sit up.”

You follow. Yoongi claims the emptiness behind you, placing his arm around your waist. He presses his lips against the shell of your ear.

“Lean into me, my love”, he breathes, ending it with a soft nibble to your lobe.

You fall with your eyes closing, finding refuge against his strong chest. You feel so incredibly safe like this.

“That’s it, relax. I’ve got you, my princess”, he whispers and places his legs over yours so he can nudge you open, “can you spread yourself for us, mhm?”

You nod your head and follow, moaning softly when he rewards you by kissing your neck.

“That’s it. Mhhm, I can smell you like this. Sweet like heaven”, he purrs and moans raspily, “that’s gotta be the best scent ever.”

His words make you writhe and whimper. All you want is his touch, “please...” you whisper, knowing that you won’t get it soon. He is in a teasing mood.

“I can smell you too, Mommy”, Jungkook throws in, shimmying closer on his knees, “I’m dizzy because of you.”

“She’s heaven, isn’t she?“

“Yeah, heaven”, Jungkook agrees, gawking at your exposed pussy. You are so wet and puffy already. Jungkook drools so much that it drips out the corners of his mouth, “so pretty”, he murmurs even if talking is hard.

“Ever ate out a woman before, Kook?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, my human girlfriend”, Jungkook says and gulps, “it’s been too long.”

“Mhm don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna teach you”, he says and slides his hand down to your pussy, “look at what I’m doing with my fingers.”

Jungkook watches hungrily, drooling all over the sheets with his lips parted.

“Can I start touching you, love?” Yoongi asks, hovering his fingers over your pussy. All he needs is your consent. He aches for a touch as much as you.

“Please don’t ask anymore, I want you so bad”, you get out and mewl.

“Mhm so sweet”, he purrs and connects his fingers with your pussy. He drags them through your folds, picking up your pleasure just to spread it on your clit in slow circles.

The sensation makes your toes curl and for your hands to twist the sheets. You moan, pressing back into him. Like this, you can feel his hard cock poke your lower back. He purrs deeply because of it, rewarding you with a slow massage on your sensitive clit.

“Fuck. Yoongi”, you moan breathily, feeling charged in electric pleasure. His touch is so soft and gentle and yet it is already too much. You don’t want him to ever stop.

“See that?” Yoongi says, “keep it focused on her clit and she’ll make the sweetest sounds”, he explains and makes you moan with an expert touch, “hear that? That’s what I’m talking about. Good girl, you’re doing such a good job taking me like that”, he says and cuddles closer to kiss your heated cheek. Truly, your skin is so hot to the touch. And it’s solely Yoongi’s fault. You moan, sliding your hand to his thigh instead. You squeeze him and Yoongi rewards you with more pressure on your clit, forcing you to moan once again.

“Hear that, babyboy?”

“Yes Daddy, I hear it. It’s so good”, Jungkook lulls, “oh god, I wanna taste. Mommy, your pussy looks so yummy.”

“Beg nicely and I’ll let you taste”, Yoongi orders.

“Please can I taste her, Daddy?”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi hums and slides his fingers from your clit to instead tease your leaking entrance. The touch is just as good as the other was. You squeeze his thigh and moan softly, leaking all over his fingers, “that’s it, princess. You’re such a good girl getting so wet for us.”

“Yoongi”, you mewl and to your utter dismay, he slips his fingers away, “no wait, more.”

“Patience, love. We gotta feed our babyboy, yeah?”

You mewl, opening your eyes slowly to Jungkook’s submissive state. He is panting and drooling, looking at your pussy with hazy eyes and parted lips. Fuck. Yoongi touched you so good that you almost forgot about what the actual plan for today was and now you are almost bursting in excitement.

“Open your mouth, Kookie”, Yoongi orders, wiggling his wet fingers slowly.

Jungkook obeys, spilling his drool everywhere. Yoongi doesn’t mind, lifting his coated fingers to drag them over Jungkook’s tongue.

Jungkook moans loudly and swallows them whole immediately, sucking harshly with his head bobbing up and down on Yoongi’s digits and his cock leaking precum like crazy. He whimpers and moans, spilling tears because of how good it tastes.

“There we go. Get used to the taste. Doesn’t Mommy taste heavenly, babyboy?”

Jungkook mewls a yes, swirling his tongue over Yoongi's long fingers. He needs every single droplet of your sweetness coating his tongue. You taste so good. Jungkook has never tasted something as addicting and saccharine before. Not even blood leaves him feeling that dizzy. No wonder that Yoongi can’t seem to get enough of eating you out.

He always understood the Creator, but now he truly gets him. You are the best and most amazing addictive taste.

“That’s it”, Yoongi says, slipping his fingers free even if that means Jungkook’s drool spills everywhere in thick strings.

Jungkook snatches for Yoongi’s fingers, “please”, he begs, spilling tears.

“Patience”, Yoongi says, connecting his slick covered fingers with your pussy. The touch is so warm that you tense up and shudder, arching your back even if that squishes Yoongi’s cock.

The latter seems to like it, giving you a little moan into the crook of your neck before he kisses it. “one more time”, he is talking to you, “can I slip my fingers inside to coat them for our Kookie, mhm?”

“Please”, you beg, opening your legs further.

“That’s my princess, take a deep breath I’m slipping inside”, he talks sweetly and lets two of his wet, long fingers disappear inside your pussy. He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in circles as he pumps his digits in and out of you.

“Yoongi”, you gasp and press out a shaky moan. Honestly, it borders a sob. His touch feels too good. You can barely handle it.

Jungkook in the meantime, searches for your taste. He lowers his head, gawking at your stuffed pussy with blown out pupils and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. He is panting like a dog that way, feeling barely human in desperation.

He is so close to your cunt that he can watch how Yoongi’s thick fingers make your puffy lips move around them. Your slick sticks to his skin and hair, filling Jungkook’s (and Yoongi’s) nose with a mindnumbing sweetness. You are so turned on that sloppy, wet sounds join the music. Jungkook’s ears pick them up and send the pleasure straight to his leaking cock. He is glad for the ropes around it. Without it, he would have already climaxed from all the sensations.

“Daddy”, Jungkook moans.

“Yes, babyboy?”

“Daddy, Mommy’s pussy is so pretty”, he gets out and whimpers, “can I taste, please?”

“Open up.”

Jungkook obeys. Yoongi slips out of your pussy quickly to make sure that he is thoroughly coated. Then, without warning, he shoves his fingers into Jungkook’s mouth in their entirety, forcing him to gag in surprise. Only once because then your taste fills Jungkook’s veins and he becomes needy in hunger and he begins moving around Yoongi’s fingers quickly.

He sucks and slurps and moans like a hungry little animal, switching between closing his eyes and looking at your pussy. He ends up closing his eyes more than he gazes however, the view of your perfect, wet cunt was too much to handle.

And while Jungkook cleans Yoongi’s wet fingers, Yoongi travels his unoccupied hand up your body until he can rest it around your throat. He tilts your head to the side this way, making space for his lips on your neck.

“I know you’re desperate”, he whispers, “I know you wanna cum, but let me take care of it, yeah?”

“Yoongi, I’m so-”, you whimper, arching your back.

“I know, my princess, I know. But you can trust me, I’ll make sure you feel so, so good. Just trust me, my love”, he whispers and kisses your neck where it is most sensitive, ending it with a gentle bite. One which doesn’t pierce or hurt, but one which sends bolts of pleasure to your warmth, “can you do that for me? Can you trust me that I’ll take care of your orgasm, mhm?”

“Yes, Yoongi”, you whimper, wetting the sheets with new layers of your pleasure.

“Thank you so much, my love. You’re making me so, so happy”, Yoongi coos and rewards you with another soft bite. He ends it with a flick of his tongue and a little kiss, moving on to massage your nipples as he cradles your breast in his big, warm hand.

And you fall back into moaning and feeling too charged in pleasure, wishing for this to never end.

Yoongi switches his eyes to Jungkook, resting his chin on your shoulder for comfort. His fingers are cleaned again. He slips them free even if Jungkook sobs in denial.

“You did such a good job cleaning them”, Yoongi says, “now tell me the capital of France.” This is a concentration game. If Jungkook was still in control he will answer easily, if he is on the brink of losing control he won’t.

“Paris”, Jungkook chokes out, trembling in desperation, “please more. Please can I eat your pussy, Mommy?”

“Very good. One last question and then I’ll allow you”, Yoongi says, “tell me what’s thirty divided by five?”

“I uh, fuck”, Jungkook gulps, “I’m, I’m bad at maths. Six!” he looks up at Yoongi with big puppy eyes, “it’s six. Please I knew it! Please let me have her.”

“Good job”, Yoongi smiles proudly, “now look at my hand.”

Jungkook obeys, gawking with bated breath.

“Can I let Jungkook eat your pussy now?” he makes sure.

“Yes please”, you beg, leaking in anticipation.

“Such a good girl, mhm princess”, he praises and places two of his fingers on your pussy. He spreads your folds gently, revealing your clit to Jungkook’s eyes, “stick your tongue out and flick it over her clit.”

Jungkook obeys. He does it once and then everything escalates. You moan loudly and tremble like crazy while Jungkook growls and fucks the mattress. Yoongi laughs at the view, hugging you close whilst placing his other hand on Jungkook’s forehead to keep him at a distance for now.

“Calm down you two, calm down”, he speaks gently, “I can’t have you acting like such needy animals, yeah?”

“But…please”, you beg, bucking your hips up and almost smothering Jungkook with your heat. Almost. Oh how heartbreaking it is that it was only almost. You need to feel his tongue so fucking bad.

“Please Daddy, I’ll behave. I, I promise please. Please”, Jungkook pleads, spilling tears from his ruby eyes, “I can’t take it anymore, please I wanna have her pussy”, he croaks and sobs.

“So eager”, Yoongi teases and chuckles, “you’re so cute. The both of you.”

He dances his hand back to your pussy and parts your folds again. You tense up in anticipation, holding your breath. Jungkook squeaks and moves closer, but still waits for Yoongi’s command.

“Go ahead, do it again.”

Jungkook moans and connects his mouth with your pussy in such hunger that for a moment he has Yoongi’s fingers under his tongue as well. Yoongi merely smiles and lets it happen, hugging your trembling body against him as you let out a desperate moan.

“That’s it, such a good boy”, he praises Jungkook and then kisses your neck, “try to breathe my love. I know he’s being really sloppy right now, but I need you to keep breathing.”

It’s hard. What Yoongi asks of you to do is impossible when all you can do is moan, gasp for air, hold your breath and release it as a moan. Over and over again. In a needy, uncoordinated pattern of numbing pleasure.

Jungkook is so sloppy in the way he eats you out. It doesn’t help that Yoongi is keeping you parted for his tongue and therefore exposing the most sensitive spots to his eager tongue. Jungkook switches between swirling his entire tongue over it and then attempting to suck on it like a lollipop. He is drooling uncontrollably, adding to your own wetness to the point where Yoongi has a hard time keeping his grip on your pussy.

“Please”, you beg, feeling your legs shake like crazy, “please, please, please.”

“Keep breathing, babygirl. Keep breathing”, Yoongi encourages you, “trust me, yeah? I have everything under control, just keep breathing.”

You have to grip his other thigh too, squeezing it to the point where red bruises from on his fair skin. They heal within seconds, but the sensation stays behind. Pressure and slight pain. Yoongi runs on it like a maniac. It’s so arousing to him to watch and feel you lose control. He hugs you closer even if that increases the pressure on his leaking cock and then kisses your neck. He slips his fingers from your pussy and grips Jungkook’s hair, tugging his mouth away from your pussy.

“No”, you gasp, arching your back in agony, “no, please. Back. No. Please.”

Jungkook begs just as desperately, spilling tears.

“See?” Yoongi ignores your pain, “I have everything under control. Now you can breathe for a bit.”

“You are so cruel”, you mewl and sob, “I was so close….”

“I know princess”, Yoongi purrs and kisses your cheek, “how are you doing, Kookie?”

“Please let me have her again, please”, Jungkook speaks with tears in his voice, “I need her again, please.”

“Mhhm”, Yoongi acknowledges him and kisses your cheek, “how about you, love? Did you breathe enough?”

“Yes, yes please. I did. I just want to, yes”, you stutter, making him chuckle.

“Very well”, Yoongi lets go of Jungkook’s hair and places his hand next to your pussy. Warm and big it rests there safely, reminding you how wonderful it feels to be held by him. “dive in again, babyboy.”

Jungkook follows his commands without thanking him for it. He is too eager to taste you again. He wraps his lips around your clit and begins switching between licking you and sucking you. There is no pattern behind it, but you don’t mind because no matter how he would eat your pussy right now, you would still feel as ruined and broken as you do right now. Jungkook’s mouth is warm and so wet. No words could ever describe just how intense it feels to be tasted by him.

You squeeze Yoongi’s thighs again and moan between your struggles for air, spilling all over the sheets and Jungkook’s face while you are at it.

And while you think that you are the most ruined right now, it isn’t the truth. Jungkook is. He can’t stop crying ever since his tongue connected with your clit. This is a dream come true. No. This is his biggest dream come true. All he wanted, ever since you and he became lovers, was to taste your pussy. He watched Yoongi go down on you a million times before, witnessed Taehyung doing the same and he was always left aching for a taste and wondering how wonderful it must be to love you in such a way.

And now he finally has you. He has you under his tongue, has your taste coating every single inch of his mouth and throat, has you moaning because of him and has you filling his nose with your sweet scent. Jungkook is so ruined by all of this that he can’t stop crying, sobbing into your pussy as he grinds his tongue over your clit.

Just one more time and then Yoongi pulls his head away again.

“Please Yoongi!” you beg loudly, mirroring the utter agony Jungkook feels.

He tugs on his ropes, trying to fight free but failing miserably. Yoongi chuckles because of it, soothing you with kisses to your neck until you finally calm down again. Just enough that he knows it is safe for Jungkook to taste you again.

He pushes the wiggling vampire down, smothering him with your pussy this way.

You wail up while Jungkook sobs and begins sucking on your pussy again. He searches for your tastes this time around. He loves your clit, but right now he needs your taste straight from the source. He lays down on his tummy even if that squishes his cock and puts tension into the rope around his balls. It hurts, but Jungkook likes it. It hurts a lot actually, forcing him to fuck the mattress in sync with his tongue slipping into your hole.

“Look at you”, Yoongi says, “you’re so fucking greedy.”

Jungkook doesn’t hear him. He is lost. Officially gone. Your pussy is pulsating around his tongue, your taste keeps spilling and spilling and spilling into his mouth, your scent is suffocating him. Jungkook swears this is the reason why he lives. He buries himself deeper and sticks his tongue out as far as it can go. He needs to merge with you. Please don’t let this end.

“So greedy, god you’re so greedy”, Yoongi taunts and slides his thumb to your clit. His hand he keeps resting on you, using the slick Jungkook left behind to give your clit a gentle massage up and down.

“Yoongi”, your voice doesn’t sound like you anymore. Your body wants to shake, but doesn’t know how anymore, tensing and convulsing between his legs. You reach up and grab a bundle of his hair, twisting it to the point where it hurts.

“Don’t be scared, I’m here”, Yoongi whispers, “fuck”, he growls when you tug harder, “fuck, princess relax your fingers. Mhm? Can you do that for me?”

You only tug harder and sob his name and Yoongi knows that it is time. He abandons your clit and tugs Jungkook away.

“Please, you fuck”, the words spill out of you. You didn’t even know that they did until Yoongi chuckles and bites your neck to the point where it stings but never breaks. You whimper, feeling just a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry my love, I promise this was the last time”, he whispers sickeningly sweet, kissing the spot he bit, “now take a deep breath for me.”

“You’re lying, you’re just saying that”, you mewl and sob softly, “please let me cum, please.”

“Breathe princess, breathe”, Yoongi whispers and runs his hand to Jungkook’s cheek. He cups it and tilts his head up as best as the position allows him to.

His tears ruined his cheeks, his eyes barely stay open and his pink lips are puffy and wet from your pussy.

“I know you’re angry at me, but I promise you can have her again very soon”, he speaks softly, running his thumb over Jungkook’s swollen upper lip, “I’ll let you make her cum now, but first I need to make sure you’re still with us. Tell us three blue fruits.”

“B-blueberry”, Jungkook can barely speak. He is so far gone, “and, and plums and..and…I don’t know”, he sobs, “I don’t know any more fruits please just let me have her, please Daddy.”

“Fine. You did well with two”, he says and slips his hand to your pussy. He parts your folds, “there’s grapes, by the way”, he adds, “or açaí berries.”

But Jungkook can’t hear him. He connects his mouth with your pussy and licks up your taste messily, moaning and sobbing in gratefulness while you do the same in desperation.

You twist Yoongi’s hair to the point of pain again and press into him, putting so much pressure on his cock that it gets hard for him to keep his eyes open. But he tries. He tries for you and for himself. Watching Jungkook eat your pussy is the hottest view to him. To have him grind his face against you and to watch how your pussy hugs his lower face makes him so fucking hard that it gets difficult to function. To know that this right now was the round where he will finally let you orgasm, messes with his sanity even more. Yoongi slips his unoccupied hand to your chest and begins playing with your nipples.

You tense up and abandon his thigh to instead grab a bundle of Jungkook’s hair. You tug with the same amount of strength you do with Yoongi, wailing up in ecstasy. If Yoongi pulls away again, you will actually break apart. This would ruin you. All you need is to climax. Yoongi’s long fingers on your nipples and pussy and Jungkook’s wet mouth on your clit. The sensations are too much. You need to cum or else you will shatter.

“I’m cumming, please”, you sob in a breathy voice.

“Don’t hold back, my love. I’m right here”, Yoongi encourages you and pinches your nipple in sync with his lips kissing your neck.

You let out a loud wail and break on Jungkook’s tongue. The edging made you so sensitive that you have no control over how hard the orgasm hits you. It’s hot and so intense that you have to grab the nape of Yoongi’s neck for support. You are scared if you were being honest. This is so intense.

“I’m here princess, I’m here. Let it happen, you’re safe”, Yoongi talks you through it, holding you safely, “I know it’s a lot but let it happen. I’m right here.”

Jungkook isn’t present anymore. The second your orgasm hit you, he stopped existing. Your orgasm affects him on normal days, but tasting it was too much for him. He licks and sucks without having any control over it, whimpering because all he wants is to keep tasting you. His eager, sloppy mouth mixed with the ruthless edging of before made you so sensitive that all it really takes is for Jungkook to miss the window of overstimulation and for Yoongi to skilfully ignore it and you are squirting all over Jungkook’s face.

“Yes princess”, Yoongi moans and fucks his cock against your back as he finds his own release from your scent, “holy fuck, you’re perfect. Fuck, my love, holy fuck”, he moans deeply, soaking up your scent like an addict.

Jungkook tugs on the ropes, barely managing to keep his head held high. His eyes are burning from his tears and your never ending wetness, he is pretty sure that he already inhaled it because his upper throat burns. He doesn’t mind, he buries himself deeper, sucking it out of you to the point where you are scared that you long stopped squirting and instead are giving him a completely other taste. One of golden pleasure.

Only once you are truly empty – trust that it took too many seconds of uncontrollable shakes – does Yoongi wrap his hand around Jungkook’s hair to tug him away.

“Ah”, Jungkook lets out, because the position hurts his neck. Not for long because then Yoongi already managed to tug him over your intertwined legs and roll him to his back. Jungkook falls with a sob, arching his back as his arms prevent him from getting comfortable. His cock is hard, but covered in his white seed. It is still dripping and leaking more. His face is wet, his hair is soaked and his chest heaves up and down quickly. He can’t move. He truly can’t move. A Ripper high. That’s what the taste of your pleasure and golden sweetness did to him.

“Good job”, Yoongi praises him, caressing his cheek, “keep breathing Kookie, it’ll all be over soon”, he promises him and then turns his attention to you.

He wraps his arms around you and tilts your head to him gently. Your eyes merely have to meet and then it gets too much for you. You break into tears, growing incredibly small and fragile in his arms.

“I’m here, princess. I’m right here”, he assures you, allowing you to turn in his arms so you can rest against his chest. Your legs are pulled up and your knees are resting against his tummy, your head is against his shoulder, your fingers clutch his shirt weakly. Yoongi kisses your forehead and switches between caressing your back and your hair, “let it all out, this is all natural. I know the session was intense so I need you to let it all out. Good job, my love. I’m so proud of you”, he keeps talking to you as you release your feelings into him, “you did so well, my love. Let it all out. Fuck, you’re making me so proud. That’s my girl. I love you, my princess. That’s it.”

His loving words, his strong hug, his soothing touches. All of it is enough to calm you down, to allow you to return to him safe and sound and to feel so utterly content with yourself that your tears of overwhelming gratefulness stop slowly.

Once they do, you feel tired and sleepy, lifting your head to gaze at him.

Yoongi looks at you with fond eyes, placing his hand on your cheek, “hey there, my sweet princess”, he whispers, caressing your skin, “how are you feeling?”

You giggle and lean into his touch, “thank you, Yoongi”, you get out and giggle again.

“You’re so cute”, his smile grows, “and you did so, so well. You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

“You were so mean”, you giggle, “but you were so right, I loved it so much.”

He chuckles, “yeah, I know you would. That’s why I did it”, he says, eyes flitting to Jungkook, “our Kookie’s back. Hey there, my sweet prince.”

You turn in Yoongi’s arms so you can look at Jungkook. He is looking up at you with big, glassy eyes. His face and hair are still ruined from you.

“Thank you”, he croaks and then breaks into happy tears.

You and Yoongi spring into action instantly, picking him up in a tight group hug and whispering the sweetest words of comfort to him until he stops crying. It takes a few moments for him to calm down, but once he does he is sucking on Yoongi’s neck for comfort while you work on opening the ropes around his torso.

Jungkook rolls to his back once he is freed, reaching for you pleadingly. You fall into his hug gladly, resting in a way that would still allow Yoongi access to Jungkook’s lower body.

“I love you”, Jungkook murmurs into your neck, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, you tell him, feeling droopy in comfort now that you are held by him. His hug feels just as amazing as Yoongi’s does. Maybe a little wetter because he is still terribly ruined by what you did before.

“This has been my biggest dream for so long and now it was my reality”, Jungkook squeezes your head closer with his hand on the back of it, “I’m waiting for the moment I wake up and realise that it wasn’t real.”

“It was real”, you giggle, “and you were amazing.”

“I’m so happy. So happy that I could cry again”, Jungkook says and laughs, squeezing you tightly, “I want to cry, really. Thank you so much for doing this with me.”

“No thank you. I can’t believe how talented you are. Seriously Kook, you were amazing.”

“You really were”, Yoongi throws in. He just finished opening the ropes around Jungkook’s cock is now caressing the sore spots left behind. They are already healing, but Yoongi still likes to make sure that Jungkook is comfortable and well taken care of. So he runs his thumb over the reddened marks all along his balls and base of his cock, sending tingles of comfort through Jungkook’s body.

The latter fixes the position of his head so he could gaze at Yoongi, hugging you against him as he does.

“Thank you”, he says, “you have no idea how much this meant to me.”

“I do”, Yoongi assures him, “I know what it means to you, sweetheart. And I’m so proud of you for doing so, so well. This was your first time and not once did I have to stop you because you were losing control.”

“I came so far, didn’t I?” Jungkook gets out as his eyes fill with tears.

Yoongi cups his cheek, “you did and you will get even better with practice. I’m so proud of you, my bestest student.”

Jungkook whimpers softly, “I’m your bestest student?” he chokes out.

Yoongi smiles and leans down to kiss his forehead, “and my most loved too. Hear me?”

“Oh god”, Jungkook giggles while he sobs just a little, “I love you too, Yoongi.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi kisses his forehead one more time before claiming his rightful place behind you just so he can hug you and kiss your cheek. Like this, you are sandwiched between Jungkook and Yoongi, enjoying every second of it, “and you are my most loved princess. Hear me?” he whispers, making your heart flutter.

“I love you too”, you say, “and I love you too, Koo”, you add, wiggling happily.

“I love you too”, Jungkook answers you, feeling so happy that he wants to scream.

Yoongi snuggles closer, “the music was a good idea, wasn’t it?”

“It was amazing”, you praise him.

“It really was”, Jungkook agrees.

Yoongi smiles happily, purring contently. A few seconds pass where the three of you share comfortable silence, cuddling and hugging and feeling content. The galaxy lamp is soaking the room in colours of red, pink and purple, the music is relaxing you.

“Boongie?” you break the silence in a whisper.

“Yes, princess?” he also whispers.

“Did you cum in your briefs?”

“Why?”

“They’re wet against my butt.”

Yoongi lets out a little hum, “maybe I did, yeah”, he huffs out air, “don’t blame me, I’m so into you two.”

You and Jungkook break into quiet, happy giggles. Yoongi joins you seconds later. Jungkook reaches over you and places his arm over Yoongi as well, pressing you both closer that way.

“We’ll just take a shower later”, he murmurs to which you and Yoongi agree with a sleepy, happy hum.

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