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“Are you sure you want to take a nap right now, Dear?”
jimin x reader (oc) genre: smut; fluff word count: 3.5K
a/n: hi lovelies!! This is a week late but I hope you all enjoy it. Jimin is just full of surprises and very much in love with Dear/reader. And the feeling is mututal. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))
Arriving at your empty apartment after a long day and knowing Jimin would not be joining you later that night was, well, shitty. Everything was so quiet. Dragging your feet to your bedroom with a huff, you eyed the plush bear sitting on the bed.
Jimin had given you the stuffed animal early on in your relationship and it served as a decent cuddle buddy during your boyfriend’s long tours. But it wasn’t Jimin.
Tours were never easy, especially for you and Jimin. A history of insecurities following you both had riddled your minds with doubt in the past, even leading to a temporary separation. However, this tour, though difficult and lonely as always, you both felt more secure.
Communication was consistent between you, allowing you both to address any fears or anxieties as they happened. Though he was miles and miles away, he felt close. You could breathe this time around.
But fuck, you missed your boyfriend.
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Can we have a Cad Bane x Reader where he finds out that the reader is self harming? What would his response be, how would he approach it? Anything would be great! Thank you so much. This is pretty heavy, so if you decide to not do it, I totally understand! Your writing is amazing!
Overcome
Cad Bane X GN!Reader
word count: 1.3k
Your boyfriend has just walked in on you in the refresher, and he is completely at a loss. What can he do to help?
warnings: trigger warning ⚠️ mentions of SH, Cad being a little inconsiderate and angry, swearing, emotional reader, comfort at the end. Please speak out if you’re struggling, someone will care and listen 💜
Cad could not believe his eyes when he walked into the ‘fresher, his cold blood beginning to boil as anger and confusion flurries his mind.
“What tha’ fuck are you playing’ at?” He kicks the blade out of your grasp, glaring down at you as you sit on the floor, silent and with your knees tucked up into your chest.
His chest is heaving, completely perplexed at what he just witnessed. “Answer me!” He barks, toothpick flying out of his mouth and clattering onto the ground.
You remain silent, staring off at nothing. Completely numb.
“Fine. Be ignorant.” He huffs, pacing back and forth which is when Todo comes sweeping over and analyses the scenario.
“Mr. bane, perhaps it’s best you leave.”
Cad looks at Todo with a face like thunder, “Me?” He hissed.
“Yes, they’re not in the right frame of mind to talk right now.” Todo tries to soothe the situation and Cad is almost in shock at how concerned Todo is in this situation.
He looks to you, then back at Todo and snarls. “Tell them to clean themselves up and meet me in the cockpit.” And like that, Cad stormed off leaving you and the service droid.
Todo floated a few inches above you, scanning your body with his sensors as you wiped away a tear that had escaped your eyes. "He hates me, doesn't he?" you asked in a small voice.
Todo paused for a moment before retrieving a med kit and returning to your side. "Mr. Bane hates a lot of things and people, but you are not one of them," he said soothingly.
You extended your arm, looking at the self-inflicted wound briefly before meeting Todo's gaze as he applied a spray. "He seemed pretty angry with me," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Obviously, you have what I assume is a wound that you did on your own accord so yes, he would be angry.” The droid lectures and you sigh miserably, pacing a hand under your chin as you let the droid get to work.
The two of you are quiet before Todo asks, “Why did you do it?”
Truth is, you didn’t have a specific reason. It was… a lot of things but none you wanted to get into with Todo of all things. “I don’t know.” You reply, not lying, but also not stating the truth.
“Very well.” He finishes patching you up. “He wants to see you in the cockpit.”
You blink and shake your head, hugging your knees again. “I don’t want to talk to him.”
“But Mr.Bane insists-.”
“I don’t give a damn what he insists. If he wants to talk to me he can come here and speak to me.” You hiss, eyes narrowed on the droid who gives you a two second silence before flying off.
In the meantime, Cad is in the cockpit, sitting in the pilot's seat and is pinching at his brow, his temper still simmering but not boiling over.
He didn’t understand. Why would you do that to yourself? Was it a game he didn’t understand or were you…? He sighs at the thought of you doing something as drastic as what he was initially thinking and pondered where it all went wrong.
He sighed, thinking about how your relationship had started off rocky but eventually settled into something more. He loved you, and although it scared him at first, he would do anything for you. Well aware, he knew he had screwed up by snapping at you instead of trying to help. He bounced his leg up and down anxiously, wondering if you would pack your things and leave because of his behavior.
He whips around at the sound of noise but sighs to see it was only Todo. “Are they comin’?”
“I assume you’re talking about-.”
“Obviously! Are they comin’ or not?”
“No.” Todo says plainly.
He groans in aggravation but knows all too well his anger is getting the best of him. He hated seeing you hurting and of course, he fucked up and snapped at you rather than help. He wouldn’t be surprised at all if you were to pack up your stuff and leave after how he acted. But he was a Bounty Hunter, a hard headed one and didn’t do ‘comfort’. Maybe he had to change for you.
“I’ll go speak to dem in a bit.” He muttered to himself, hitting some buttons on the control panel as he set the ship into hyperspace so he had enough time to come up with something to say that didn’t make him sound like a complete idiot.
Maybe half an hour passed and there was still no movement from the refresher which is when he finally approached. The moment the door hissed open, your head tilts to the side, looking up at him.
The two of you stared at one another, neither of you having the courage to speak first. Then, he grumbles something under his breath along the lines of ‘move up’ where he wedges himself on the floor in front of you, his long legs sprawled out.
You see him glance at your arm and you don’t shift your position this time. Instead, you look across at him before saying, “say something then.”
Cad removes his hat, wiping the sweat off his brow he didn’t realise was forming and placed it over his knee. “Alright. Why did you do it?”
The second time that question surfaced today and it wasn’t easier to answer this time round as his red eyes bore into your own. “It’s… complicated.”
“Damn right it is.” He snarled a little but upon seeing your hurt reaction, he sighs and muffles a quick apology. “Can ya try and explain it to me then? Before I lose my head.”
“Before you say, this has nothing to do with you. And I’m not depressed either.” He listens to you, blinking but it is not quite sinking in.
“So ya cut yourself for what? Fun?”
“No! No,” you say quickly, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I’ve been kinda dissociated recently and I felt like this way was the best way for me to take control. Stopping myself from feeling completely numb and empty.”
For the first time, Cad had to hold back a small tear that was threatening to spill. “I just don’t get why ya feel that way though. Or why ya didn’t talk to me about it first instead of doin’ somethin’ stupid like dat?” He gestures to your arm and you find yourself nodding in silent agreement.
“I’m so sorry Cad.” Your hands fly to your face, shielding the tears that poured down your cheeks.
Cad felt a small ache in his heart, yet another sigh parting his lips before he leans across and picks you up with ease, keeping you close to his chest. He does his best and whispers calm and soothing words that soon made your crying die down.
“Easy now.” He murmurs against your ear, placing a small kiss to it. “I’ve got ya. I… I love ya.”
“I’ll always be ‘ere, alright? Remember that. Next time you wanna do something like tha’ come and get me darlin’.”
Your exhausted self sighs against Cad’s body, both of you cuddled up as his longer fingers run through your hair. “Thank you.”
“Not a problem. I’m sorry for how I acted. Just felt like I could’ve done somethin’.” He frowned at himself, internally beating himself up for not seeing the signs earlier. That was part of his life, to have keen eyes and search for any signs of danger. He just felt shitty that he didn’t see it right under his nose.
“Like I said, it’s not your fault. I’m just… tired.”
Cad will do everything in his power to make you feel loved, protected and calm.
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Imagine your F/O grabbing you by the wrists and looking at you with a serious, and intense expression.
You-- they tell you firmly as they hold you tightly-- they chose YOU. Never forget that.
i don't know who needs to hear this but shiro loves you and he always will. he is proud of you. no matter what.
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Hello!
Im unsure if this has been done already but im hoping it hasnt 👀
i thought this fandom could maybe have its own inktober! with Koh related prompts, of course
im also aware im posting this a few days into October, so please feel free to do any prompt, at any time xdd
and please tag me so i can see and reblog all of those who participate :)
Sales Pitch
Pairing: Moon Junhui x fe!reader
Genre: Smut, 21+
Warnings: dom reader, sub/brat jun, anal sex (m. receiving), pegging, oral (m & f receiving), degradation, sex toys, impact play, breath play, freak deakys fr!!!
Length: 3.6k
Note: for my bestie @wenjunehui i hope its all you dreamed of and more pookie
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Part II
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“Do you think these make my boobs look big?”
You turn to find Jun modeling the new shipment of nipple clamps over his shirt, the metal chain glinting across his chest from each peaked bud. His hands lift behind his head to further highlight the adornment.
“Gigantic.” You quip, diving back into the box filled with an assortment of lube.
In the six months you’ve been working at Bad Kittyz, you’ve discovered more about your coworker's weird fetishes than you really should.
Even in snippets of conversation with customers, you hear him recommend toys and gadgets like he’s tried them all. Products that haven’t moved off the shelf since you started and look like they’ve sat there even longer than that he talks about like old friends. The day Jun discussed the installation of a sex swing with a woman pushing sixty you came to the conclusion the sex dungeon under his apartment must be stocked beyond belief.
A crash from behind you makes you turn, finding Jun stumbling as he struggles into a harness.
“What are you doing?”
“We got these strap ons and—”
Cutting him off, you eye him with confusion. “I can see that but why are you trying it on? You have a dick.”
“Sorry I like to give our customers my most informed opinion.” Jun rolls his eyes, going back to fidgeting with the straps.
“Please don’t say that.” You wince. “Not when you sold that sex machine yesterday.”
“What do you mean? You don’t think we should try the products before selling them?”
You blush at the implication that he’s tried everything he’s sold. Including the sex machine.
“I didn’t say that. But you don’t even need a strap.”
“I’m not gonna sell it without first hand knowledge.”
“I think that means you should get pegged then.” You sniff, turning back to your work.
You don’t want to be honed into his body. Every breath, every creak of the old floor boards as he moves closer. Even the heat of his body against your back wouldn’t register under normal circumstances but now it's overwhelming.
Jun seems hell bent on making it even worse.
“Is that an offer?”
An entire day of preparation only serves to fan the flames of nervousness. Wrinkled laundry from weeks ago gets folded, every dish you own sits spotless in the cabinets; you’ve even lint rolled your couch. It’s more than you’ve done for any hookup before and it makes you jitter with embarrassment.
The day barely dips into the afternoon by the time you're done. It gives you too much time to think. Your bedroom is off limits. Already prepped with fresh sheets, towels, and condoms. If you have to see the set up you might start scratching at the walls.
A shot of liquor helps take the edge away. Just enough you can sit on the couch without shaking out of your skin. But not enough to stop you from rotating through the same apps over and over in hopes a distraction will take your brain away from thoughts of Jun bent over the edge of your bed with his ass displayed.
When he finally arrives, you nearly puke. Because now its real and you’re about to fuck your hot coworker with a fake cock like its just another normal Thursday for him.
Jun smiles as you open the front door. It’s innocent at face value, only the edges tilting into something fouler.
“What's up?”
“Please don’t try to act casual.” You warn, stepping aside so he can enter.
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
He flings himself onto the couch and somehow manages to still look hot despite the awkward angle of his limbs. The bag full of contraband sits on the floor, unassuming despite carrying a menagerie of who knows what.
Crossing your arms in faux nonchalance, you nod towards the opposite end of your apartment. “Bathroom’s down the hall.”
“Okay?”
“Listen, it's not that I don’t trust you.” You sigh. It's a lie. You trust him as far as you can throw him. For all you know that tote bag could have cuffs and collars and a sex swing tucked away. “But I’m about to be closer to your ass than should be legal so I want to make sure.”
“Fine.” Jun shrugs, slipping past you while removing his shirt. “Are you coming too?”
The broad expanse of his back disappears behind the bathroom door. A creak preceding the patter of the shower vaguely registers in your brain still operating a mile behind. You don’t follow immediately, unwilling to bear to witness what he needs to get done. And maybe you want him to sweat for it, knock him off balance the same way you’ve been since he asked for this.
But after a few minutes your feet move you his way, clothes falling with each step closer to the cracked door. But not before you snag the bottle of lube out of his bag. You’re almost disappointed by the lack of oddities beyond the strap on.
The hum of his voice bubbles behind the curtain. You find him lathered up when you duck into the stall, foamy tendrils lacing across his back and down his legs.
“Wow, you don’t waste any time.” He jokes, turning over his shoulder to spot the bottle still squeezed tight in your palm.
Shouldering past him into the spray, you scoff. “You asked me to pop your cherry and now you’re complaining?”
Jun doesn’t respond, scrubbing at his skin while following the streams of water webbing over your chest. You don’t object when he pulls you into his orbit, following until your mouths meet with ease. The nudge against your thigh feels juvenile against what you’re about to do but it doesn't stop you from taking advantage.
Water doesn’t provide the smoothest glide but Jun doesn’t seem to mind, bucking into the catch of your palm. He turns pliant with a lazy swipe against his slit and a lick between his teeth. His shoulders shelter you from the downpour as you turn him, slowly dropping down until you’re face to face with his cock.
Blinking lazily, you tongue where he leaks against your fingers, glowing at the twitch muscles across his stomach. Steam shrouds around his face but it can't hide the grind of his jaw.
“Good?”
Jun nods, hands limp at his side. Finding the bottle again, your fingers shine with excess as you reach underneath and glide them across his ass. You suck him down to soften the stretch but Jun doesn’t so much as flinch when your finger slips in without resistance.
Popping off his cock, your eyebrow arches. “Have you done this before?”
“Umm,” he swallows, pinking from the neck up. “Define ‘this’?”
“Had fingers in your ass.”
He hesitates; bashful despite still being stretched over your knuckle. “Yes.”
“Wow, and here I thought I was special.”
Jun’s rebuttal is lost to a groan, ripped out by the curve of your throat against the head of his cock. The timidity of taking his first time evaporates through your veins, replaced by the hunger to be the best he’ll ever get.
A second finger proves little challenge either and you almost pull back to goad him but one glance at Jun’s face hints he might cum if you degrade him too much. Instead, you take the satisfaction of his taste on your tongue as a win and keep curling your fingers until his hips kick.
“More lube,” he croaks.
You rush to do what he asks, pouring so much onto your fingers it drips down his legs when you press back in with a third finger. The new stretch has you gagging on him again.
“Fuck yeah. Oh shit.”
Replacing your mouth with a hand, you lap at the raised vein running from his base to his abs. “How big is the dildo you brought?”
His Adam's apple bobs with your next stroke. “I–Mhmmm.”
“Jun, how big is it?”
The water creeps cold and you're about to start humping his leg if you don’t find something new to distract yourself with. So you stop until he answers.
“Small.”
You reward him with a quick glide but that's all. “Think you’re ready?”
A quick inhale and a nod has you rising to your feet, rinsing off your used hand before turning the faucet and exiting into the chilly air.
“Grab the lub—”
Jun cuts you off with his mouth. He laps away his own taste, nearly bending you in half with enthusiasm. The idea of lifting your leg and letting him fuck you against the counter whispers in the back of your mind; how easy he can fill you before you take him back to your bed and give him the same treatment. But, just based on how he kisses, you can tell if you indulge now then you’ll be much too tired later.
His stomach bows when your nails find his nipple, scraping the sensitive bud on a whim. Something about the way he responds, whiney and breathless, sends you into a frenzy.
“Go grab,” a pass of his teeth, “your bag and,” another draw of his tongue. “Meet me in my room.”
You almost cave to his attempt at drowning you in his affection but you break away, turning back to the shower for the bottle. Jun’s hand ghosts down your spine, fingers digging into the swell of your ass for a second until he dissolves through the door.
Unable to prolong the charade, you follow only a few seconds behind.
Jun sprawls across your bed like a renaissance painting. Nothing but long limbs and lean muscle. Damp skin shimmering like liquid golden in the light of the singular lamp. One leg bent at the knee, not so subtly bringing your gaze to his length; stiff and sticky against his thigh. The harness rests at the foot of the bed, more daunting than the naked man only feet away.
Tossing the bottle of lube down, you grab the tangle of straps and try to orient yourself. It’s straightforward but the crawl of eyes over your body makes you falter.
“Stop staring at me.” You bite when you nearly drop the entire thing.
Jun huffs, an arm flinging over his face. “I grabbed the one with a vibe built in. But you can use the normal one if you want.”
You refuse to dwell on the sweetness in such a vulgar scenario. The thick purple vibrator rests next to a smaller black one, both sleek silicone. If he’s offering you equal pleasure you’d be a fool not to take it so you snatch up the larger of the two and set to work.
The harness shimmies up your hips almost too easily. All it takes is a tug here and a pull there and you’re ready to dick down your hot coworker with a fake cock and too much lube. And its when you notice the ring of plastic on the nightstand.
“What's this?”
You know what it is. Unpacked a box of them a few days ago while he helped a customer pick out a fleshlight. But getting Jun to admit it makes you salivate.
He peeks from behind his hand, eyes dropping to your finger donned with the cock ring. The smirk on your face refuses to be concealed under his view.
“A dick in your ass isn’t enough?” You ask, feigning innocence as you round the bed and sink the cushion under your knees. “Or are you really that much of a freak?”
Jun sinks back. Crawling over him, you plant on his thighs, savoring the twitch of his own cock when you drop the piece of silicon on his stomach. Your fake dick and his real one clash beautifully next to one another. You worry you’ve pushed too far, growing hesitant under his moon eyed gaze.
Raking your nails across his stomach, and Jun finally answers your goad when you reach the crease of his hip.
“I’m—I’m a freak.”
It’s completely silent as you eye one another up. Pupils blown and chest heaving at the cliff you’re about to jump off of.
“Then show me.”
Creeping up his chest, you rest the tip of the strap against the pink of his mouth. He doesn’t miss a beat, leaves no room for any more nerves as he sucks it in, the purple disappearing inch by inch behind his lips.
You should have known he’d be messy, anticipated the way he drools and moans. But it hits you like you can actually feel any pleasure through the faux extension. Even if you don’t feel physical stimulation, his hands at your ass, pushing your hips until you catch his hint and give a few shallow thrusts of your own, makes your ears ring.
Jun campaigns for gold, swallowing around the intrusion like he loves nothing more than taking cock. Like he could cum like this, untouched, gagging on a fake dick while you watch him.
“Shit,” you curse as his nose meets your stomach, bottoming out in the softness of his throat like he’s sucked more dick than you’d believe.
You curse again when one of his hands drops to find the button that’ll make the end of the cock buried inside you vibrate. Hips rutting into the stimulation, tears bead in his eyes while he chokes.
Rising away you push him back when he attempts to follow, “Fuck, thats enough. Jesus Christ.”
You find the bottle of lube and the cock ring. Dribbling a generous dose on his cock, you wait until he starts rolling it down. Jun doesn’t resist the urge to jerk off, knuckles brushing against the spit soaked plastic of the strap.
Tangling your fingers with his own, you squeeze him through a tight fist until he’s kicking.
“Turn around,” you breathe. “Don’t stop, but if you cum I will.”
He doesn’t tell you that he can’t cum with the new addition but the idea that he is staving off licks up your spine.
More lube shines across his ass and you slide the head of the dildo through the mess in a tease, barely nudging at his entrance before moving away. The way he attempts to force you in is nothing compared to the curve of his spine when his chest falls to the sheets.
“C’mon,” he whines.
A fist stops him from sinking back, giving him just an inch of pure frustration and nothing more.
“How bad do you want it?”
“So bad.” Jun groans, gifted with another inch of stretch before you stop him again.
Draping over his back, you nip at his earlobe before whispering, “Then ask for it.”
Rising up, you give a harsh tug of hair, a broken cry cracking through the air.
“Please, please, please,” he chants.
Annoyance taints your sigh, sending you back to square one with the fake cock resting between his cheeks. It’s hard to pretend you’re not just as desperate. Between the heaven blessed image of Jun on his knees, begging for cock, and the vibrations making your thighs twitch, you’re nearly on the verge of begging him to fuck you instead.
You squirt more lube, making it messier like some cheap porno. Clean up will suck but right now you don't care.
“Please what?” You sing, hand massaging the lube between his cheeks.
“Please fuck me!”
You don’t wait for more, rewarding the bare minimum by letting him take as much as he wants as fast as he wants it. There’s no way he’s never done this before. Jun rides dick better than you, keeping pace without faltering and rocking with so much enthusiasm you itch for your phone to record such depravity.
Each clap of his ass against your pelvis rocks the toy just right inside you, until you're seizing. Part of you hates he’s getting you off so easily. And you take it out by leaving a red copy of your hand on his ass.
Jun collapses with a squeak and you follow. Each rut of your hips has him rippling with one of his own, destroyed between the fullness of his ass and the roughness of your sheets against the sensitive tip of his cock.
“Harder,” he whines.
You try. But few pathetic cants leave him crying for more than you can provide with the angle you’re in.
Jun’s limbs shoot out when you sit back, scrambling to be full again. He looks over his shoulder, tears in his eyes as he opens his mouth. No doubt to curse you to high heavens for edging him.
“Flip over.”
On autopilot he flips to his back, knees rising to his chest to show off the damage you’ve done. His cock sits wet and aching, stiff in the confines of the cock ring.
You slip back in, only teasing with more light strokes while working off his confines; the insatiable hunger to see him covered in his own cum infecting your every move. Jun’s lips are bruised, worried between his teeth at ever pass against that spot inside him. It’s worse when you circle his cock. Each jerk in time with your hips sending his head further back into the pillows and baring his throat for whatever marks you want to leave.
But Jun doesn’t crave the sting of your teeth or the plump drag of your tongue. Instead, without an ounce of reserve, he pulls your hand up the dip between his collar bones, blankets your hand with his own, and squeezes.
“You’re such a slut,” you spit, delighting in cutting his next moan off before it can even begin. “Say it. Say you're a slut.”
“I’m a slut!”
“Can’t hear you.”
Flailing under the beratement, Jun groans again. “I’m a slut!”
He’s so easy. So eager to roll in the pleasure and pain you provide. It bleeds through his features, the way his body contorts and his face shifts. It makes you itch to stretch him so far he has no choice but to snap.
“Are you gonna cum?” Your voice is hopeful. Its all you want. All you need. “Is this all it takes? Getting called a slut with your ass full and you’re ready to blow your load?”
Another violent curl of his back until he’s nearly in half. “Shit, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
This time when you stop, Jun takes over immediately. The tip of his cock peaks through his fist, pearly beads dripping until he seizes. Rope after rope paints his chest, crude gems in the low light. Face twisted in pure agony. He looks like a dream. Like a model in the magazines tucked away in the backroom of the shop.
The end of the vibrator buried inside you keeps you at a dull hum. You bubble just on the edge of your orgasm but watching Jun twitch and writhe is better than anything you can possibly think of. Except dipping down and lapping away the stains on his skin, sucking his cum coated nipples until he drives you on to your back.
It takes some maneuvering but he manages to wedge his tongue under the toy and find the patch of nerves like he’s been there a thousand times.
He laps at your clit, hot and languid and dirty; all while he angles the vibrator buried inside you to bully against your front wall, breaking you into a twitching sweaty mess.
“Fuck, oh fuck—don’t stop.”
Your back curves, spine bending almost in half when Jun sucks and delivers another harsh push bordering on cruel. His free hand lands flat on your chest, forcing your shoulders back into the pillows with ease.
“Please, please, please,” you chant, curling your hips up into Jun’s face. He abandons his previous grips, focusing on guiding your body across his tongue until your thighs spasm.
His groans echo loudly despite his face being buried in your cunt; scorching into your muscles until it hurts. Cruel fingers pluck at your nipples, tugging until you yelp and then pinching some more. Jun doesn’t stop until you wedge your fingers between your pussy in his mouth, continuing to lick and suck until he opens his eyes and realizes you're swatting him away.
Croaking an intelligible nose, you collapse; only focused on the soaking kisses across your hips and up your breasts. The tickle of Jun’s bangs against your neck don’t even elicit a response. The room spins as you return to your body. Only the weight of the man on top of you keeps you from floating away.
Later, after another shower that is really only an excuse for some lazy groping and equally lethargic kisses, you cuddle up on the couch. Jun decides your chest is his new home, happily buried between your breasts while the movie drones on in the back. Weed still reeks in the air but it makes the edges hazy, glowing like the sun beats through your veins.
“Ya know,” Jun whispers into your sternum. “Next week we’re getting ball gags.”
It doesn’t throw you off. Your fingers continue combing through his hair, nails scratching his scalp until goosebumps bloom on his bare back. “Let me guess, you wanna try them out?”
“If you’re offering.”
Your next exhale carries you to sleep. “Only if I get to wear it.”
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Shout out to everyone who feels like their non-conformity isn’t enough because they don’t or can’t dress the part.
Shout out to everyone who is restricted from living their most affirming life.
Shout out to everyone restricted to gendered hobbies or lines of work when their passions lie elsewhere.
Shout out to everyone who has to hide themself to stay safe, stay employed, or stay in the good graces of everyone around them.
You’ll get to the point where you can live your best life.
a real bed
arthur morgan x female reader
summary: You’re tired. Arthur’s been gone. When he leaves you to spend another night alone, he works to make it up to you and show you exactly what you deserve. wc: 3.4k warnings: TB-doesn’t-exist au, some light/non-graphic smut note: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY @margowritesthings! I loved the princess treatment prompt, I hope this is full of the fluff (and smut) you were looking for! thank you to @rdrevents for hosting the valentine gift exchange!
“Carrots are done,” you slide the last of the vegetables into the pot and wipe your hands on your apron.
Pearson grunts, and you accept it as the most you’ll get for a thank you. “Stew is going to be light on the meat again. Where is that man of yours?”
“He’s not…my man.” You don’t look at him when you say it, heat flaring in your face at the words. You know who he refers to, but you and Arthur still felt new. It was no secret, you admit, and after years of pining it was nice to have your affections returned. But as you fill a pail of water for the girls’ washing up, craning your neck to look over the short bridge to Shady Belle, you can see Arthur’s horse is still missing. “I don’t know where he is.”
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something that always heals my soul a little is how every time jimmy picks up norman he kisses his little head :(