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#hehehe.... you thought of me 🥰🥰🥰
lee-minhoe · 3 months
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jongup for @babytunninjadrac 🎁 💗
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the-trans-dragon · 7 months
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Hehehe >:3 got a kissie and some headpats from a pretty girl >:3 muahahahahahaha >:3
#sorenhoots#sometimes i remember that i am living the life that i ached for during lonely years#like i just get to wake up and live my gay little life??? kinda fucking awesome even if many other parts of life are very stressful#im so glad i met my wife who loves me for who i am 🥰🥰🥰🥰 and 😈😈😈 heheh then i met my other partner???? like. i thought my wife made me#the happiest i would ever be and then WOOSH i met ANOTHER person who makes me incredibly happy? i did not know the happiness could DOUBLE.#i figured it was like 0%-100% and my wife made me like 100% of my capacity for happiness and then its like 200% now and im realizing that my#capacity to experience joy and peace isnt static and frankly probably increases steadily over a lifetime as i grow and change and learn to#appreciate things more. anyways im in a content happy lil gay mood this morning :3#my partner got to visit us recently to help us get emotionally ready for some stressful stuff but now the most stressful parts are done and#now that the stress is fading i am finding so much happiness has been in my chest waiting to burst! it was sooo good to see my partner hehe#and the situation is even cuter because my wifes partner also came to visit and my wifes partner is my partners wife also so like. adorable#symmetry. my partner and my wifes partner have another partner and if you draw out a little diagram of us you will see it is shaped like a#house :3 a square with a triangle on top :3 hehe metamours everywhere :3 super super super wonderful metamours. its literally almost like a#fairy tale to have a polycule??? like?? im so excited to live somewhere that isnt like 9 hours from them. oh my god they also have a cat and#shes the cutest. me and my wife have a cute cat also and we are like 👀👀👀 tenatively anticipating that they will get along 👀👀👀 ive#specifically worked with my cat to help her know how to behave around other cats. my neighbor is retired and does TNR on the local strays#and they get attached to her and hang out in her backyard or her house lol like one snuck in and this was before they had any cats and they#didnt know he snuck in until he hopped onto her bf's chest at night to snuggle up. and hes a big cat and if you felt him drop onto your#chest in the pitch black of night you might absolutely mistake him for a racooon or possom or some other beast. anyways he sneaks into all#the houses down the street apparently and is just kinda like “the retired people down the street”'s cat lol. and daisy would hiss and yowl#out the window at him but i always tried to show her that he is friendly (and give her treats to attempt to tell her 'he isnt a threat. have#a snack. see? if he was a threat then we would not be having snacks.' and eventually he ran into us while i was letting her outside on her#harness and!!! i was absolutely ready to defend either of them from the t#other but they just cautiously sniffed each other and then laid down. it was fascinating to observe. daisy also responds really well yo#to meeting new people :3 though she proved me wrong by hiding from some maitenence ppl recently. but then she met my metamour and was pretty#much instantly like 'oh ok ur family? sounds gok#sounds good.' so thats cute and i hope if we end up in the same house with the other cat in the polci#polycule. well i hope they get along!!!#idk what we would do if they didnt. there are lots of other housing arrangements (like renting a duplex or next-door apartments or#something) but i want them to get along anyways :3 no matter what sort of living arragement works out best. i think theyd be good for each
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rosicheeks · 1 year
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I like that other anons ask! I agree and would definitely have to hold your pretty face so I could watch you blush and melt 😍😍😍😍 such a cutie💕
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bare-booty · 25 days
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navy carmine raspberry charcoal mulberry lilac ;3 🦊
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Navy: please piss on me
Carmine: t4t lust
Raspberry: waiting for you to post dick on main
Charcoal: good puppy!
Mulberry: trying to find out how to kidnap you
Lilac: trying to give you a paw job ASAP
You can’t kidnap me if I nab you first. I’ll hunt you down before you can even get a plan together, hold my boot to your neck and piss on ur face just the way you like it. If you take it like a good dog I might just let you give me a paw job as a treat. How does that sound mutt?
Look y’all if enough people ask I’ll make all’y’all’s dream come true and gift you the nicest picture of my fat trans cock free of charge on tondle.cum
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lorarri · 3 months
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ─ 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ invited to the final grand prix of the year by mercedes leaves you with a lot more than she bargains for ❩ ─ pairing . . . ❨ charles leclerc x fem! miss universe! reader ❩ ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩ ─ author note . . . . ❨ hehehe it's off season so there will be no ferrari fuck ups to ruin my mood so enjoy! ❩
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❨ taglist | masterlist ❩
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yourinstagram . 3hrs ago
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seen by charles_leclerc lewishamilton 79,893,465 others
charles_leclerc replied to your story!
hey gorgeous 😉
remember me?
forgot to ask you this when we were talking in the paddock
but could I get your number
sure handsome 😉
here you go - xxx-xxx-xxx
thank you mon amore 😘
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yourinstagram abu dhabi grand prix you have been good to me
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user GIRL CHARLES LECLERC IS IN YOUR LIKES HOW YOU FEELING RN 🎤
user the fact that Charles couldn't keep his eyes off you girly 😩
user MY miss universe SLAYED 🫡
user you ate my queen 👑
user okay but THE TENSION between Y/N and Charles was INSANE 😵‍💫😵‍💫
user served in every language on earth 💅
user mother 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️
user Y/N baby come home the kids miss you 😢
user okay mr leclerc I see you hiding in the likes 👍
user okay but Y/N and Charles would be such a hot couple 😩
user the fact that she was there with merc but was in ferrari red ✊🏼
user Y/N can I plz have your children?
user is this a new ship I'm smelling 👀
user the only celeb that I would allow anywhere near F1 ever again since she is one of the only ones who actually knows what she is talking about
user an icon served cunt 24/7 💅
user Charles better not fumble or else it will get messy 🤺🤺🤺
user Charles rizzclerc 😌
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UNKNOWN
hey it's charles 🥰
how would you feel about going out for dinner?
Y/N
hey handsome 😘
sure just name the time and place ☺️
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─ requested by . . .
anon ─ hey, I was on Twitter, and saw the Miss universe winner and thought it would be a great idea “miss universe!reader X Charles Leclerc ” where she’s attending the race invited supporting mercedes. She met Charles there, and people noticed their interactions on race week going crazy on social media
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captain-barnes-writes · 8 months
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What is soft launch? (Carlos Sainz)
Part one
Summary: Max Verstappen’s ex girlfriend moves on with none other than Ferrari’s Carlos Sainz and they’ve managed to keep their relationship under wraps until now. | part two |
Type: Insta au
Face Claim: Cindy Kimberly
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader x Ex!boyfriend Max Verstappen
Warning: just a little fluff, cute Carlos.
This is in connection to Fallen Petals 😊
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YourUsername Looking at you🌷
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Yourbff my bestie is so pretty
Yourusername like you🙈
Yourbff If you don’t shut up
YourUsername so aggressive!
Yourbff only because I miss you🙄
GigiHadid slaying
YourUsername learned from youuuu
WinnieHarlow 😍😍
Username Carlos been all up in her likes lately👀
Username I noticed that too omg
Username Max really fumbled Y/N fr
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CarlosSainz55 Viéndote a ti ❤️‍🔥 (looking at you)
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LandoNorris I know who you’re looking at 👀
CarlosSainz55 shhhhh landito
Username who is he looking at Lando??
Username not lando lowkey outing him
DanielRicciardo thanks for the invite mate 😤
CarlosSainz55 Next time!
LandoNorris me three 🫣
Username Are Y/N and Carlos on the same boat😳😳
Username And both in Italy at the same time omg
Username She was my favorite wag
Username Carlos really translated her caption into Spanish lmao
Username Not Max liking this 💀
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CarlosSainz55 You deserve that and more baby🌹
YourUsername Thank you for the flowers handsome 🥰
Yourbff Godddd he’s so smitten with you I love it!
YourUsername He better be, it’s been almost a year lol
Username About time you move on from Max
Username You deserve them 🥹
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YourUsername Ending summer break in Italy ❤️‍🩹
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Yourbff bring back the cat
YourUsername he ran away after we took the picture😭😭
Charlottesiine love seeing you so happy❤️
YourUsername thank you lovely, see you soon ☺️
Charlottesiine Can’t wait!
CharlesLeclerc you don’t even get this excited about seeing me??
Charlottesiine 🫣😶
CarlosSainz55 🌹
Comment liked by YourUsername
Username things are adding up Carlitos 😳
F1Wags Are we getting our favorite wag back?
Username but this time in red it seems
Username it might not even be him
Username it’s definitely him🤨
Username But can we talk about how Y/N has the whole grid in her likes 🙃
Username how come even the back of his head looks so good???
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LandoNorris Is this a soft launch?
CarlosSainz55 what is a soft launch?
LandoNorris 😑😑
YourUsername we’re really soft launching hehehe
CarlosSainz55 Amor what is soft launch?
YourUsername You’re old
CarlosSainz55 I’m still in my 20s 😐
CharlesLeclerc about time😳
CarlosSainz55 Can you tell me what is soft launch?
CharlesLeclerc how should I know? 💀
CarlosSainz55 gee thanks mr.inchident
DanielRicciardo mate is that Y/N?
CarlosSainz55 uh…yes?
DanielRicciardo Max is gonna have a field day lmao but congrats, you’ve got a good one!
CarlosSainz55 His loss🤷‍♂️ And thank you Danny!
TO BE CONTINUED
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Part two coming soon! I couldn’t fit more pictures, 10 is the limit 😭😭😭 Also this is my first insta au so I know it’s not that great, but I really enjoyed making it.
P.S. this is in connection to Fallen Petals (which I’m almost done writing the second part) because if y’all thought I would just let Y/N suffer while Max was unfaithful girllll no 😤
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meowzfordayz · 1 year
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gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men
Author’s Note: tried to write these a lil silly, a tad awkward, and very sweet. 🥰
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gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men
Word Count: ~1,700
CW: explicit language, mild sexual content
Emergency Request Fulfilled: This may be a silly request. I decided to knit my boyfriend a sweater and like I tried my best but when I gave it to him he thought I bought it and went on about how I should return it because it looked awful and was laughing. I didn’t have the heart to say I did it and it shattered my heart 🥲Is it possible you could write a lil something of how the hashira men react to an f reader giving them a sweater they made for them? I feel silly requesting something so dorky. 
~faqs~
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Will it fit? is Gyomei’s first concern as his fingers peruse the fuzzy material shoved shyly into his awaiting hands
—HEHEHE 😏
—Will it fit? 😏😏
—Why do I always get struck by Horny Cupid™ whenever I hc for Gyomei? 🥲
—The man’s a stud 😏😏😏
—That’s why 😌
—Anyway
He doesn’t recall you asking to take his measurements
But then he remembers how often you borrow his clothes
#you don’t need to ask
#it’s OUR closet tyvm 😃
“What’s the occasion?” he questions softly, slipping off his current shirt in favor of trying on his new sweater
—HELLO ABS 😳🫠
—Nothing wrong w/ your partner undressing in front of you, nothing at all 🫢
“Y’know you can wear it over a shirt, right?”
So sue you if you’re suddenly a tad breathless 😅
Gyomei smirks at the hitch in your voice
He’s onto us you 😵‍💫
“I thought you’d be more appreciative of my method.” 😎
—Hrr 🥵
“Does it fit?”
“You tell me,” he chuckles, “Does it look okay? I’m not bursting at the seams?”
*cue unapologetic glance downward*
“N-nope, not bursting at the seams.” 🙃
“I’ll wear it,” he promptly answers your silently hovering question, “I’m honored by the time and effort you put into this gift. Thank you.”
“How honored?” you squeak
“Extremely,” as he reaches for your face, his mouth curving into a gentle smile as you settle your jaw into his cupped palms, “You are simply the best.”
He kisses your nose knowing it’ll make you giggle ☺️
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“I can’t accept this.”
Help this man
Obanai is already a tomato 🍅
Say something nice, and he might just squirt 😃
“What is that supposed to mean?” you huff, eyes narrowed at his immediate rejection of your hard work
“I don’t deserve it!” ☹️
“The hell you don’t deserve? Is my effort not worthy of your wear? Am I not worthy of you?”
You don’t mean to play dirty or harshly, but c’mon
Immediate rejection of a gift stings, yanno? 😕
“No, no, no, your effort is more than worthy! Too worthy! I just-”
Obanai shuts up, grabs the sweater, and tugs it over his head in one only slightly tangled motion
“CnIhvesumhep?” comes his garbled voice from somewhere inside the sweater
Rolling your eyes, you guide the collar around the top of his head, exasperated smile tugging at the corner of your mouth when his head finally pops through
“I graciously accept your gift,” he mumbles 😅
“Yeah?” you smirk, arms crossing, “That was so gracious of you.”
Pouting, he flicks your forehead faster than you can step back, cheeks dusted rose as he murmurs, “I’m working on it.” 🥺
You vow then and there to shower your sheepish, brilliant man in more gifts, more often
Nothing like a lil exposure therapy to quicken his progress 😇
(ofc, you don’t go too overboard, bc respecting his boundaries and comfort is foremost)
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“I love it!” Kyojuro declares, dazzling grin on his face, eyes wide with delight as he hugs the sweater to his chest ❤️‍🔥
“You haven’t even tried it on!” you giggle, shoving playfully at his bicep, “If it doesn’t fit, then I can make adjustments.”
“If it is too small for me, then you are welcome to keep it for yourself, and I will commission you to make me a bigger, matching one!”
You blink once, twice
He really likes it that much?
“Is this you being generous, or sincere?” you ask, not unkindly
“I am being both!”
Damn his beautiful, brain-slowing smile 😭
What were you about to say? 🙃
“What if it’s too big?”
“Then I will be all the more cozy, and I will still commission you to make yourself a matching, oversized sweater!”
“If you’re so interested in wearing matching clothes, then you could just say so,” you snort, cheeks warming at the sight of Kyojuro’s skin peeking out from under his shirt 🫢
(bc he did the whole arms-raising-to-put-on-the-sweater-and-oop-there’s-his-sexy-midriff thing)
“I am interested in supporting you and your creative ventures!” striking a pose, “This might be the most comfortable sweater I have ever owned!” 🤗
“You’re exaggerating.” 🥴
“Perhaps,” he admits, closing the gap between your skepticism and his enthusiasm, lips planted firmly on your forehead, “But I meant it when I said I love it, and it fits perfectly fine.” 🥰
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“Is this homemade?” he demands
… 😬
“Yes, Sanemi.”
“I can tell.”
Oof 🥲
But he puts it on faster than your embarrassment can react
“It fits,” in his typical gruff-w/-hint-of-pride/affection tone
—Truth be told, he didn’t expect it to fit 💀
He makes sure to wear it at least once a week 
Informs you about all the compliments it receives
(you can trust he isn’t lying bc he gets flustered and grumpy)
Doesn’t tell you about how he ~mildly threatens anyone who dares to even glance at it oddly 😃
Maybe it’s not his favorite sweater, but you’re his favorite person 💞
Sanemi’d never tell you this lest you took advantage, but: he’d swap out his entire wardrobe (and that includes his expensive items) for clothes handmade by you and only you 🥺
If you so desired to make him an entire new wardrobe, that is 😆
#he’d pay you, ofc #and he’d only miss his grey sweatpants ~a lil 😏 #emphasis on grey sweatpants 😏
—I need help
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“I have a gift for you too,” Muichiro smiles, ears pink, nose crinkled happily
“Oh?”
“It’s not much,” as he wiggles into the sweater, “But it reminded me of you,” rushing off to fetch his present
“Tada!” he returns moments later, a mug cradled carefully against his chest, “I found it at a thrift shop.” 😁
Its coloring reminds you of the ocean after a storm, large and tall with a thick handle, textured sides providing dimension and uniqueness 🌊
“I thought you said we didn’t need more mugs,” you manage to mumble, cheeks already beginning to hurt from how widely you’re smiling 🥺🥰
“We don’t,” he shrugs, entirely unbothered, “But I’ll always need your happiness, and this makes you happy.”
It does 💓
—As a mug hoarder, Muichiro’s hcs are only ~very self indulgent of me 🤪
“You haven’t told me what you think about my gift to you!”
“It’s a bit tight around the shoulders, but the overall construction is phenomenal.” 👌
“I can adjust it.” 😅
“Yes please. I’ll wear it plenty if it fits properly.” 👍
Forwardness may not feel uber romantic, but well meaning honesty warms your heart all the same 😌
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“It’s not holiday season,” Giyuu tilts his head, brow furrowed 🤨
“Are you calling it ugly?” you scowl, lips pursed, “Sweaters aren’t specifically for the holidays, Giyuu, they’re good for layering and style,” eyes narrowing, “Although perhaps the issue here is your overall lack of style?” 😐
“I’m not calling it ugly,” he deadpans, lump in his throat when he notices how shiny your eyes are, “Are you going to cry?” 😳
“NO.” 😖😢
“I’m not calling it ugly!” more urgent now, his expression softening as cool fingers brush gently against your cheek, “I suppose I do lack… style,” gruff tone coaxing a watery smile from you, “Will I regret asking for your expertise?” 😶🫶
“Maaaybe,” you finally crack an exuberant grin, turning your head to press a tender kiss into his palm, “There are a lot of rules.” 😃
“A lot of…” doing his best to conceal his noticeable grimace, “Rules?”
“There’re three main facets of fashion: comfort, utility, and just because.”
“Just because?” 🤔
—Confused Giyuu is my fave Giyuu teehee 😇
—Also: take my fashion ~advice w/ a grain of salt
—My main concern is color coordination
—Beyond that, I’m (almost) as oblivious/do-not-care as Giyuu 😂
“Sweatshirt and sweatpants combo? Comfort. Raincoat and rain boots when it’s raining? Utility. Athletic gear while working out? Utility. The incredible sweater I painstakingly made for you? Comfort and just because.”
Amusement flickers in his gaze as understanding slowly dawns 👀
“And what about pajamas?”
“Comfort and utility.”
“And,” his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “Nude?” 🫢
“All three,” you wink, “Especially if it involves both of us in bed.”
Giyuu may lack style, but he does not lack the ability to end up in bed—nude—w/ you 😵‍💫😈😉
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Tengen: Does it light up? 🧐
Suma: It’s gorgeous! 😍 *squeals excitedly*
You: Excuse me? 😐
Tengen: *pondering* Can you add glitter? 🤔
Hina: Tengen… 😕
Tengen: Don’t get me wrong! I love the design, and the fit is comfortable, but-
Makio: Did you not notice the interwoven tinsel yarn?
Tengen: *huffs* Is that what’s so itchy? 😒
You: TENGEN. 😑
Tengen: *pouts* I have sensitive breasts. 😞
You: *scowling* So wear a damn shirt underneath it.
Tengen: *wistful sigh* But then your love and affection won’t directly touch my skin. 🥺
Suma: Ooh babe, could you make me one next? ☺️ *bambi eyes*
Makio: Hold up, ME next! 😁 *gripping your hand*
Hina: *patiently* I’d love one too, please and thank you. 😇
Tengen: One of you could have mine, and then I could get a new one that doesn’t irritate my br-
Everyone sans Tengen: TENGEN! 😡
Hina: Be grateful, not greedy!
Makio: Shut up about your breasts.
Suma: I’ll take yours, and give it the appreciation and attention it deserves!
Tengen: *thoroughly berated* Thank you [y/n], I apologize for my insensitivity and selfishness. 😓
You: *amused* *Makio is tucked into your left side* *Suma into your right* Is it truly that itchy?
Tengen: *quietly* No.
You: I’ll make sweaters as your birthday gifts, does that seem fair enough? 💝
Makio: *thinking hard* Fine.
Suma: *wetly smooches your cheek* Perfect! Thank you!
Hina: If you wouldn’t mind teaching me, then I’d be content to make my own. *eyeing Makio, Suma, and Tengen* You already have your hands full, after all. 😝
You: *giggling* *meanwhile, the aforementioned trio glare @ Hina* It’d be my pleasure. 🫶
Tengen: Alright, alright, group hug! 😤
You: *cooing* Aww, do you feel left o- 
Tengen: *proceeds to squish you, Hina, Makio, and Suma into a gigantic hug* *aka he most certainly does feel left out* 🙄💗
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dollwritesarchive · 2 years
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random thot if you want to write something:
riding Jason so slowly that he gets mad and starts to pound u from below so hard all u can do is hold on and cry~~~
hehehe you know the way to my heart, lovebug 🥰
warnings: this is a dark fic. noncon, gun kink, black mask’s daughter!reader, name calling ( both ), manhandling, threats against reader, videotaping, post facial, dacryphilia, degradation, Jason’s overall very mean
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from the moment the camera had been angled towards you, the Red Fucking Hood had made your life hell.
you’d known he was after your father— you’d eavesdropped on plenty of meetings. Black Mask was more and more frustrated by the destruction of the criminal empire he’d built. The Red Hood was tearing it down.
still, you thought the new security detail, the extra beefy and armed men in black masks and suits would be enough to protect you. surely Red Hood wouldn’t bother taking on a small legion, would he?
much to your dismay, he would. he did. and you were the spoils for the victor.
“We’re going to make a movie for your daddy. Show him what a good time his little princess is having with The Red Hood while he’s hiding like a pussy.” you thought he’d beat you. torture you. it’s what you’d come to expect from the cutthroat criminals in Gotham, but he’d taunted you instead. bent you over the table and made you talk to the camera, to your father, tell him that you belonged to Red Hood now while he held your hips, grinding his into yours from behind.
he’d mocked you for whining when he tore your clothes; the tattered dress still hangs off your figure in strips of thousand dollar bandage, but your panties had been nearly completely shredded and stuffed in your mouth to shut you up, he’d said. “You’re so much cuter when you’re not running that cocksucker.” he hissed in your ear when he grabbed you by the throat. the mask he wore rubbed against your tear-streaked cheek and muffled his voice, but the snarl in it sent shivers up your spine. “When I want it open, I’ll stuff my dick in it.” and he had.
“We’re gonna have to train that throat of yours.” he’d said when his gloved palm came down firm on the back of your head, pushing your forehead into his belt buckle. you gagged, and he’d actually laughed at you for it. “That too much for you, Princess?” you nodded, hoping he would ease up, but he only bucked his hips more forcefully, until you were seeing double, strangled cries of panic dying deep in your throat as he fucked it. “That’s too bad. You’re going to take it.”
you were facefucked dumb and gasping for breath, drool and tears mixing into a salty cocktail when he painted your face. he even had you force a smile for the camera with his cum dribbling from your chin. “Fuck you.” it was the only two words your empty brain could manage, and even then, you choked on it, lips stretched wide over your teeth.
still, it had thoroughly pissed off Jason, who grasped your throat with his gloved hand and pulled you close, his snarl muffled behind the mask. “Listen very carefully,” he’d started, squeezing your windpipe until you were gagging silently, “I’m going to fuck that rotten attitude right out of you. You hear me? You’re gonna be my little breeding bitch by the time we’re done, and daddy dearest is going to watch the whole thing.” he’d then turned to the camera, looking at it, and even though his expression was hidden, you had a feeling he was smirking behind that damn mask.
you tried to remember that you were thankful he’d scooped you into his lap, because at least then you didn’t have to stare into the blinking, red light recording every second of your decimation any longer. braided cord binding your wrists, your panties shoved back into your mouth, but you were trying to catch your breath, drooling cum and spit down your chin and on to your breasts when he perched you right on his hard cock. you whimpered, back arching. your body wants to reject the entry, pull yourself up and collapse on the floor instead, but with one hand tight on your hip and the other holding on to the grip of the pistol in your face, you’ve no choice but to accept his offering, sliding down with a pathetic mewl.
“So fucking wet,” he growled with lusty delight, “you enjoying this, too, whore?” you try your best to shake your head, eyebrows furrowed, but when he pushes you body down, forcing you to take him all, your vulgar squeal tells a different story. “That’s it, just enjoy it. You might as well, right? Nobody’s coming to save you.” you stall against his belt, filled to the brim with outlaw cock, and you glare at him with wet eyes, lashes sticking together. “Why would they? Look at you,” he continues, wickedly using the barrel of the handgun to tilt your chin upwards, “messy little thing, sitting on a stranger’s cock. Hell, I even roughed you up and you’re still fucking soaked. Go ahead and ride, show your daddy. I know you know how.”
you’re furious. you hate him, but you brace your palms against his chest, rolling your hips slow as you raise and lower yourself. his size wasn’t the easiest to take, and he was right — you were roughed up. tired. if he would just let you ride your own pace…
Red Hood groans from behind his mask, a bored groan, and drags his gun along the shape of your breasts, “That all you got?” he demands with an incredulous scoff, “‘S fucking pathetic.” your fingers twitch, splayed out against the expanse of his chest, but you want to dig your nails in, to draw blood to the surface.
fuck him.
you try to ignore him, rocking your hips slow, falling into a pleasurable rhythm for you, and your eyes close as you release a muffled, sultry moan.
but that clearly wasn’t enough for the Red Hood, that drops his gun on the desk, bracing his boots on the floor. “I gotta do every little fucking thing for you, don’t I?” both, strong fists curl around your hips and lock you to him, hilt deep again, so your back arches in protest of being so full.
“Yrr…. Frcking…Rshool…” you groan, words barely comprehensible through your gag, but he seems to understand perfectly, because his grip tightens, and without warning, his hips piston, ramming up into your poor body with all the strength he could muster. “FRCK!” your voice, broken and hoarse, dies in the lingerie stuffed in your mouth in hapless screams as he pounds away, fucking you like he wanted to break you in half, and you suspected he did.
“There. We. Go.” he grunts, in time to punctuate each time his tip slams against your cervix, “Those are the sounds I want to hear, sing for me, whore!”
you push against his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks to mix with the cum and spit already smeared over your countenance; but you weren’t entirely sure you wanted him to stop. you could feel, with each brutal thrust, that he was hitting a need, deep in your belly. the need to be used like this. fucked like a breathing fleshlight, abused. your screams began to morph into moaning, needy, and instead of pushing him away, you were trying to hold on to his chest, keep him close, walls spasming as they milked him.
“Look at you,” he breathes, hips slamming into yours as hard as you thought physically possible, “squirming and moaning, about to cum on my cock. You were a filthy whore long before I came along, weren’t you?” you shake your head, indignant, but you really just wanted to contradict anything to come out of his mouth out of spite, your eyes are rolling around in their sockets, head empty, you weren’t even sure you’d really heard a word he’d said, his cock dumbing you into a state of brainless bliss. “Don’t lie to yourself anymore, only true whores go completely airheaded on a dick like you. You’re so close to cumming, aren’t you? I bet that tummy’s churning, and you want me to blow your back out so fucking bad—“
you’d started to nod. even though you didn’t want to, even though you wanted to pretend you hated the way he plowed into you until you were aching, you couldn’t help but actually nod. you were so close, hanging on by a thread, your legs starting to tense and shake. the same velocity and power for just a moment more would’ve thrown you into a whirlwind of bliss.
Jason knows that, and that’s why he shoves you off of his lap.
with an embarrassing squeak of disapproval, followed by several, muffled “no”s and “please”s, you collapse like a jiggling, bowl of jelly on the floor on your side, unfulfilled. your orgasm was soiled, leaving you frustrated and shivering, sensitive. Red Hood places the sole of his boot against your ass and gives it a shove when you try to get to your feet, where your arms and legs give out and you end up back on your face and knees in the floor.
“I didn’t say we were done, bitch.” he hissed, and you heard the mechanic whirring as he takes the hood from his head. looking up from your place on the ground, you see his face for the first time; you’re amazed at just how gorgeous he is. “I’m gonna fuck you over and over, until that pussy is so sensitive you scream when I even touch it,” he’s grinning, clear eyes sparkling with carnal delight, and he pushes himself to his feet, giving your ass a swat while he talks. you whimper, cowering as close to the floor as you can, “I’m going to force you right to the edge, but you’re not going to cum a single fucking time. You thought you were giving me alligator tears before,” Jason grabs hold of a fistful of your hair and lifts your head up, angling to the camera again so he can kiss your cheek, his tongue swirling over the mess, “I’m going to fuck you into madness, and then drop your ass off on Arkham’s doorstep, babbling and broken.” he takes a moment to wink at the camera, before turning you to face him for the first time, using his free hand to pry the gag from your mouth.
“N—no, please,” you whine, batting wet lashes up at him. “Please… I’ll be good. Don’t take me to Arkham.”
Jason laughs, “You’re lucky I’m letting you live at all. Don’t you know who the fuck I am?” he was right; you knew all about the Red Hood, and how many criminals he’s killed. “Don’t worry, slut, I’ve got a couple of connections up there. The only person with a key to your room will be me. I’ll come check in regularly enough to fuck your head back empty again, keep you a silly, little fuck sleeve so you don’t even notice you’re locked up.”
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twogyuu · 11 months
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SVT: How They Would Propose
pairings: svt x gn!reader
genre: fluff/crack, lowercase intended
warnings: mention of food and wine in some members, insanely corny and delusional (HELP-)
a/n: inspired by a lecture by conversation with mom 😀
. . . .
seungcheol
one word: extravagant
it was supposed to be a surprise, but he told you one night when you were making dinner 😅
rents out a whole restaurant, invites yours and his entire family (including that auntie two generations removed that thought you were never gonna get married), all his members, and all the Pledis staff
Before he does it, it's announced and he has everyone watching while he makes a sappy speech about how much he loves you and wants to do forever with you 🫶
Kiss kiss hug hug 🥰
jeonghan
one day suggests you go on a solo run to the grocery store to buy flour while he cooks dinner and you're like 'wtf? jeonghan doesn't cook-'
but you make it a block away from your shared apartment and find seokmin standing by the stop sign in an explorer fishing hat announcing that jeonghan sent you on a treasure hunt
you go all over town at all the places that he deemed special for the two of you🥺 . . . only for the treasure hunt to lead you home again and the smoke detector is going off and mingyu is tryna save your dinner 😐
it's a cozy one 💙 eventually just orders delivery from your favorite restaurant and does it from the comfort of your home and in his stained t-shirt
joshua
it started as a normal date
he is a gentleman so nothing really seems out of the ordinary
until you're walking home and you hear rustling in the bushes and you spot seungkwan's head peaking out with a camera
when you turn around man was SMOOTH and was already down on one knee asking you to marry him
bonus: it was under the same lamppost where he first asked you out :')
. . . .
jun
simple, but cute!
he asked you to dress nice for the day - he planned a picnic date <3
the weather was just right: spring - not too cold, not too warm; the cherry blossoms were blooming, and the sun was just about to set
you're taking a walk in the park and at the end of the path, he pulls out a ring
it was an heirloom and his mom passed it down to give to you - if you want him the same ofc :P
soonyoung
so so so so nervous!!!
it'll be a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant, but he rented out the balcony with accompanying music and wine
rehearsed "will you marry me?" in eleven different tones and sends them to jihoon to decide which ones best
. . . but he forgot which one jihoon said 'yes' too 😅
panics and starts practicing again while waiting for you to arrive
but you show up in the middle of the one he's yodeling (it's a yes from you on sight anyways)
wonwoo
i feel like his would be super personalized and private (which isn't a bad thing!)
shameless plug for myself: i wrote a whole fic here actually 💀
BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THIS HEADCANON-
one night, he asks if you want to play games with him
he suggests mabinogi, which you do find a little strange - he's a league kind of guy, but you agree anyways
y'all are fighting off enemies on a hill and after you defeat them in the chat he randomly pops the question like: "you're not too bad of a gaming partner: marry me?"
you think it's a joke until he tells you through his headset to lookup from your computer and he got that shy smile, pushing up his glasses with a ring in his hand 😳
jihoon
it is not a jihoon proposal without a song written for you
one of those lowkey jazz clubs and for once he volunteers to go up and busk - guitar and all
he's hella immersed: his voice sweet, fingers gliding smoothly over the strings and the chords sound soothing, long hair sweeping into his eyes
he mentions a memory of you so seemingly lowkey and forgettable, but it was so special to him, he put in the song and you're standing their like :O
before you leave that night, he asks you outside bc he's too shy to do it in front of everyone hehehe
. . . .
seokmin
it'll be after a long week of work - he picked you up from the office and y'all went out for noodles or something
you're walking and just wandering the city and he takes you to a flower shop!
asks you to pick your favorite flowers and make them into a bouquet
"what's the occasion?" // "ah just 'cus."
but he asks you in the park :3
ofc there will be a film picture taken of you lol
mingyu
also extravagant, but make it intimate?
he rents out a rooftop of a restaurant, but it's just you and him for dinner with nice music
he asks you to dance after dessert :)
when you get tired, the two of you just kind of stargaze and people watch below
there's one of those binocular machines there that needs quarters
asks if you want to look off into the city
you say 'yes' and he puts in the quarters
while you're looking through, he asks what you see
just as you're about to answer, he holds out the ring in front (i.e. YOU SEE YOURE FUTURE WITH HIM SJDJDJKDKEEKEKOO)
minghao
it's gonna be on a beach
but like night time because he's corny like that
flower in your hair, sand stuck to your feet, hands interlocked, and breeze grazing your skin as you walk along the shore
asks you on the boardwalk that's light up all pretty and colorful
everyone sees and gasps, but no one else matters rn: his world is only you and you, him <3
. . . .
seungkwan
nothing better than a karaoke proposal am i right?
it's late night out, but he insists!!!
y'all go back to the place you used to sing at in college when things were rough and y'all were kinda broke
and then he plays YOUR guys' song
he got 100 and the machine goes quiet
he's only looking at you all glassy-eyed and sweet under all these flashy tacky colored lights and you're like ???
manz starts sniffling and you're even more concerned and you're about to get up to him and ask him what's wrong
but he starts confesses his undying love for you and kneels in front of you and whispers the question as if it's the world's biggest secret - it's quiet, but impactful
vernon
y'all already know i am delusional for him unfortunately 😭
he'd make a whole frickin' movie for you - using his imovie skills from his predebut days to copy and paste together a film of you and him with music and all, YA KNOW????!
and to make matters more delusional (for me) worse it's inspired by those cheesy but oh-so-good 80s teen romcom films 😭
those moving photos /videos y'all took in photobooths, videos he took of you when you weren't looking, clips that his members took when y'all were cuddling and giggling about something stupid by the campfire during a group outing -
you come over thinkin' you're just gonna watch some avatar, but he turns on the movie he made instead :')
"starring: vernon and y/n" **chokes and cries a little**
(HELP)
chan
for some reason, i feel like this is gonna be like a promposal lmao
your family's home, but he's gonna invite his members to perform and hold up signs
it'll be a cozy and small get-together, but in high-school-musical-fashion seokmin just starts singing out of nowhere and everyone else starts joining in
and you're like uuuhhh what
at the end of it all you were led to the backyard, where fairy lights were set up and everything
the members are wearing shirts that spell out "WILL YOU MA[RRY ME]?" (chan is holding the RRY ME part bc there were more letters than members)
you roll your eyes and call him a loser, but he's your loser, so duh yes you will <3
(manz let's out a sigh of relief bc he almost thought you wouldn't-)
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sanjisboyfie · 5 months
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one piece smau: dating ace edition
— male reader <3 i love ace so much sorry it took so long to finish this pooks
— im a firm believer that ace definitely types hehehehe and actually does giggle in real life. he's such a giggler.
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portgas.[name]: best part about dating ace?? his person(a)lity(rms) ❤️
tagged: [l/n].ace
[l/n].ace: damn id smash this fine mffff
-> portgas.[name]: im deleting this post u fucking narcissist
freeluffy: i still win our arm wrestles tho 🥱
roro.zoro: does [name] know he mispelt personality?
-> portgas.[name]: its something called a pun, zoro.
-> roro.zoro: well the delivery sucked i thought ur brain had an aneurysm
revo.sabo: BARRRFFFF this egotistical maniac didnt need this stroke to his ego [name]
-> portgas.[name]: trust me im regretting even dating ur silly ass brother rn
-> [l/n].ace: r u guys talking about me 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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[l/n].ace: pov ur on a date with me and watching me try not to vomit all the sushi i shoved into my mouth all over the table
tagged: portgas.[name]
portgas.[name]: why r u on dates w other ppl???
-> [l/n].ace: ITS A JOKE BABY PLS
-> portgas.[name]: mhm
m4rco.polo: damn this shit sounds disgusting id never go on a date w u again if i saw this tbh
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yamayamato: r u cheating on [name] ace?
-> [l/n].ace: IT WAS A JOKE ITS AN INTERNET SAYING PLEASE
-> yamayamato: yeah well i dont think its very funny :// u should be loyal in a relationship
-> portgas.[name]: yamato <333 u were always my favorite boy ugh i love u sm 🥰
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[l/n].ace: weekly me post bc i love me! (and my mans) 🤓😕
tagged: portgas.[name]
portgas.[name]: yeah im in there guys!!!
-> [l/n].ace: i love u hehehe u make me blush hehehehe
portgas.[name]: are u free tn? i'll take u out and treat u right ughhh
-> [l/n].ace: i got a date with my bf later tn, sorry not sorry !!!
revo.sabo: i need to mute you because i can't be seeing this shit when im in public
-> [l/n].ace: dont be ashamed that your brother is so hot wtf
revo.sabo: with all due respect, im already ashamed that hes my brother in general soooo
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yamayamato: my arms are still bigger. get on my level ace HAHAHA
-> portgas.[name]: proof?
-> [l/n].ace: this is literally cheating, you're cheating on me right now. can you please stop cheating on me with yamato?
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m4rco.polo: god forbid these two do anything by themselves
tagged: [l/n].ace and portgas.[name]
[l/n].ace: ur just jealous ur not in love like we are
-> portgas.[name]: agreed bc how r u gonna be like 40 and still not get any play
-> m4rco.polo: 40?????
dni_nami: i loveee them (whenever they come over they ruin the entire house and im this close to murdering them both)
-> portgas.[name]: but nami 🥺🥺🥺
-> dni_nami: no.
eee.izo: its like ace is trying to become one with him or smth, so unsettling
-> [l/n].ace: weren't you the one preaching about young love a week ago?
-> eee.izo: and now im telling u to GROW UP ace, he's not going anywhere if u let go of him for two seconds
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[l/n].ace: i love my snookums baby boy handsome pretty king to the moon and to saturn <3
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portgas.[name]: ... i guess i love you too.
-> [l/n].ace: be more confident when u say it baby cakes
-> m4rco.polo: oh my god [name] break up with this fool already what the fuck is this
freeluffy: whats a snookums?
-> roro.zoro: don't ask luffy, you wouldn't want to know.
revo.sabo: awww what a cute post, if only ace were normal <3
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-> [l/n].ace: ????
-> portgas.[name]: im so glad we can agree on this sabo !!!
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portgas.[name]: rare sighting of a photo of ace with his shirt on, everyone celebrate in the comments !!!
tagged: [l/n].ace
portgas.[name]: dont get me wrong hes sexy both ways but im not trying to see his nipples every where i go
-> [l/n].ace: but babe you said u liked my titties 🥺🥺🥺
-> portgas.[name]: can you not do this rn.
revo.sabo: yayyy finally he stopped being a WHORE
-> portgas.[name]: at least he can be my whore, but still i agree
-> [l/n].ace: you're the most confusing man i know
-> [l/n].ace: i love u sm hehehehe
-> revo.sabo: the way ik his ass is blushing so hard rn and kicking his feet in the air
eee.izo: thank god for that, i was getting tired of seeing him shirtles sin every single post
m4rco.polo: finally !!!
portgas.[name]'s story:
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i love him A LOOOTTTTTTTT even though he's a lil freak
[l/n].ace replied to your story: when he posts you 😍😍 i love u too bby (even tho u literally cheat on me to my face with yamato but its wtv bc i love u enough to ignore it ❤️)
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supernaturalgirl20 · 1 year
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Hello gorgeous. I’m here for a Joel Miller request. 🥰 (I tried to keep this short, sorry about that hehehe).
That first episode of TLOU was everything!!! From the beginning to the end, it was just perfection, but boy did it get me yearning for more and I’m so excited to watch the story unfold.
I’m getting ahead of myself here, but after seeing Pedro look so goddamn fine as Joel Miller, I’m eager to reach the Jackson era of the story, which brings me to ask: pleeeease give me a Post Outbreak Joel teaching F!Reader how to shoot a gun.
It’s been a few weeks into practice already so she has gotten used to handguns, but Joel is taking things up a notch with shotguns/rifles that have more of a kick to them, therefore he needs to stand close and hold the gun with her. Imagine this man standing behind you, his muscular arms just engulfing your body as holds the gun with you!! And with that soft, sexy southern drawl giving instructions and reassurances directly into your ear too? Ohhh, I need to read this! And could you also add smut? 👉👈 🥺
Thank you so much in advance and please take all the time you may want or need, my love. I look forward to reading your Joel Miller stories ❤️❤️❤️.
Chloe my love, I absolutely adore this request 😍😍I always get so nervous when I write Joel for you, ahh ok, I hope you enjoy 😉
Helping Hands
Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, guns, post outbreak Joel, mutual pining, cursing.
A/N: my requests are still open for Joel if you want to send one in 🥰
Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰
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The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted throughout your house as you flipped the eggs on the pan, the small bit of bacon you’d fried already plated and ready for when his knock came. 
The mere thought of the man who’d become a friend - albeit a little reluctantly on his part - had butterflies fluttering within your stomach. 
Joel had been a little sceptical of you at first. Weary of the fact that you were so quiet and kept mostly to yourself but when Ellie had gotten injured on patrol and was unconscious for two days, his hardened heart had melted a little for you. 
You had stepped up bringing her back yours and nursed her back to health, having explained that you had been a nurse before all this started. 
He began to trust you after that, coming to you with small injuries or if you needed anything fixing. He had started to collect things for you on patrols too.
 Small things at first, mostly medical supplies and whatnot but lately he’s been bringing you things like books, records, things you’d vaguely mentioned you’d liked when you both spent late nights chatting. 
Yes, Joel Miller was now someone you’d call a friend, but god did you want it to be so much more than that. You just didn’t think he thought of you in that way. Not after all the loss he’s endured. 
Turning off the stove you slide the eggs onto two plates with the bacon. “Somethin’ smells good.” His deep Texan drawl startles you causing you to jump slightly. 
“Christ Joel, you could have knocked,” you scold, breathing a little ragged from the scare. He’s leaning against the door, one arm raised slightly above his head, the other tucked into the belt of his jeans and the hint of a smile on his serious face. 
His check shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders, and you have to clench your thighs together to quell the growing need between them. 
You wondered what they would feel like holding you, ravaging you. A heat rises to your cheeks when you realise you’ve been staring and with a shake of your head you quickly turn to the coffee pot and pour him a cup. 
“Here,” you say bashfully as you hand him his cup. He stares at you with a quirk of his eyebrow before his gaze drifts to the cup in your hand. “All this for me, darlin’?” He asks, his fingers brushing gently against yours as he takes the cup from you. 
“Uh…yeah, I-I just thought I’d give you a little something for all the help you’ve been giving me. It’s nothing much but...” you shrug your shoulders as you grab the plates and place them on the table. You needed a distraction, the ghost of his touch making you tremble a little with anticipation. 
“You didn’t have to, darlin’ but I appreciate it all the same.” He moves off the door frame and makes his way to the table where you’ve laid out everything for breakfast. 
He freezes when he sees the way you’ve laid it all out and his heart clenches, his mind bringing him back to that day twenty years ago. The day he lost everything. 
“I got the bacon from Maria, she said I could….hey,” you say softly as you place your hand on his arm and squeeze gently. Worry is evident in your tone. “You, ok?”
Something flickers through his gaze before he turns to you with a nod. “Yeah, it’s…. it’s nothin. Let’s eat.”
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The days had gotten warmer but that didn’t seem to matter with the way your body shivered from his heated gaze. 
He thought he was being stealthy, but you caught him giving you the once over as you walked down the stairs dressed and ready for shooting practice. 
The softness in his gaze was gone the moment you made eye contact and he tilted his head towards the door before turning and leaving you standing staring after him. 
Maybe you shouldn’t have cooked him breakfast? You think to yourself as you run to catch up with him. The air between you was thick with tension and you struggled to keep up with him as he walked ahead of you. 
The makeshift range Joel had built was empty this early in the day and you were grateful that you’d have his full attention today. He always seemed to help out the few stragglers who struggled to shoot the target. Always thinking of others. Typical Joel. 
 It’s why you loved him. 
Oh god, you were so fucked. 
“Alright,” he began as he grabbed his rifle and thrust it into your hands. “I’ve been thinkin’ it’s time we move onto the bigger guns, seeing as you mastered the handgun. What d’ya say?” 
“I…uh - yeah sure…if you think I’m ready?” You gulp nervously. He nods, “I think you’re ready darlin’, just don’t shoot me and we’re all good.”
You glare at him for his smart-ass comment, and he raises his eyebrows, daring you to give him your usual sass. Instead, you hold the gun and aim it at the target, completely ignoring him. 
You don’t see the way his mouth twitches slightly, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face. 
Inhale. Exhale. 
Taking two deep breaths you aim the rifle at your target and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. “Ya gotta take the safety off, darlin’. Remember?” 
You close your eyes as embarrassment floods your veins. Of course, the fucking safety was on. Stupid, stupid, you think to yourself. 
With the safety off, you aim at the target again and shoot. It misses. Of course, it does. And that kickback almost knocked you on your ass. 
You sigh frustratedly and begin to aim again but are stopped when Joel comes in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you. 
“Here, let me help before ya hurt yourself,” he teased. You nudge him in the stomach and he grunts, his hand holding his stomach, feigning injury. 
He leans closer, his mouth hot on your ear, “was only teasin’ darlin. I know ya can handle a gun. These are a little bigger so…let me show ya how it's done.”
You think he’s going to take it off you and show you how it’s done the right way but you let out a surprised gasp when his hands run down along the curve of your waist and rest on your hips. 
You take in a shuddered breath when he pulls you in close, the heat from his body radiating into your back, heating you from the inside out. 
With your eyes closed you take in a few quick breaths, silently praying that he can’t feel your heart beating erratically. “Gotta hold it like this,” he whispers as his hand slowly moves to yours, helping you hold the gun correctly. “It’s better like this for the kickback, won’t hurt yourself this way.”
“Ok,” you stutter, unable to concentrate with the feel of his rough hands on yours. “Then you gotta aim. Make sure your legs are spread a little.” 
He kicks out your leg with his foot and continues to hold you as you try to remember what he just told you. 
Come on Y/N, you’ve got this. Don’t make a show of yourself in front of him. 
“It’s alright darlin’, I got you.” He whispers, his face directly beside yours. With him holding you close; his comforting presence gives you the confidence you need to aim and hit the target. 
“I did it,” you beamed, turning in his arms and kissing him in your excitement before you realised what you’d done and pulled back quickly. 
His eyes are focused on your lips as you apologise. “Joel…. I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t….”
The words are cut short as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck pulling you close, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The rifle is long forgotten as it hits the floor with a loud clang beside you both. 
The kiss is aching and all-consuming as our tongues caressed each other. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Joel Miller was kissing you. 
His other arm slowly wraps around your waist pulling you impossibly close and you can feel him hard against you. 
Pulling away, he rests his head against yours, breathing ragged as he tries to keep a semblance of control over his desire. 
“You’ve no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now, darlin”. He rasps, his hands - which have now moved to your ass - squeezing you hard. 
“Really? I thought…I thought you liked me as a friend and nothing more,” you stutter nervously. He grinds himself against you and you can feel how hard he is. “Does that feel like I just wanna be friends”, he asks, voice deep and raspy with desire. 
You don’t get the chance to answer though because his mouth is on you again and the kiss grows more heated by the second. 
A throat clearing pulls you apart and you both glance up to find Tommy standing there with a sly smile on his face as he takes in your dishevelled state.  
“I fucking knew it,” he exclaims cheerfully as he beams over at Joel. “Just friends my ass.”
“Fuck off, Tommy,” Joel growls and you can’t help but laugh at the way the brothers interact. Tommy raises his hands in surrender but that sly smile never leaves his face. 
Joel pulls away from you and links his fingers with yours before turning and walking in the direction of his house.
“Will I tell Mrs Jenkins you’ll stop by tomorrow instead to fix that table, seeing as you’re a little busy,” Tommy shouts after you both, but Joel just ignores his brother as he walks with determination. 
The minute his front door is closed he pushes you against the wall, mouth on yours as his hands explore the curve of your body. You run your hands up along his back and neck until you reach the soft curls of his hair and he groans when you tug them gently. 
“Fuck darlin’, need to be inside you so bad but I’m too damn old to fuck you here. Gotta be in my bed,” he rasps, voice thick with desire. 
“Lead the way, Miller.” 
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His room was sparse, with a bed and dresser and some clothes scattered across the floor. It screamed Joel and you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face. 
You didn’t get to dwell on it though as he quickly closed the door behind him and pushed you onto the bed. 
He stood there staring, his eyes taking in the curve of your body with hunger you’d never seen in him before, and you shuddered. 
“Been thinkin’ bout this for far too long, darlin’.” He breaths raggedly, his eyes watching carefully as you begin to remove your clothing. 
He gulps and a strangled groan slips past his slightly rough lips as he takes in the sight of you bare, the peak of your nipples pebbling with the cool air. 
He quickly shucks off his boots as he climbs up the bed towards you, his body completely covering you. His mouth finds your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and you moan loudly, fingers running through his hair. 
A sudden need washed over you. A need to feel him against you. To feel his bare skin against your own as you both seek out that pleasure you’ve wanted for too long. 
Your hand moved beneath his shirt, eager to explore the expanse of skin littered with scars with your fingers. Your entire body pulsated with need, and you wanted him to give himself to you, all of himself. 
With a shaky breath, you slowly move his shirt up his body but he’s quick to stop you, his hand grasping yours tightly. “What are ya doin’, darlin’?” 
“I wanna feel you, Joel. All of you. I know why you like to sleep fully dressed but we’re safe here. I promise. Please?” You plead softly and you can see the war he’s having with himself in his eyes but after a moment he relents. 
Pulling the shirt over his shoulders, he tosses it onto the floor and his jeans quickly follow leaving him bare. His hazel eyes stare down at you and there’s a vulnerability behind them. 
You reach up wrapping your hand around his neck and you pull him into you, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands grip your hips tight as he nestles himself between your thighs. 
You angled your hips, urging him to sink inside you and take what he wanted. Taking himself in his hand, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and with a roll of his hips, he sinks into your heat. 
“Fuck, darlin’. So, god damn tight,” he says with a strangled groan. He begins to move, slowly at first pulling himself almost all the way out before pushing back in. 
The sound of your soft whimpers and the sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him has him losing his goddamn mind. He grabs your leg, throwing it over his hip as he begins to pound into you, the bed groaning with each thrust of his hips. 
“Fuck, darlin’…I’m-I’m so close…need ya to…need ya to come first,” he groans into the skin of your neck, his teeth nipping you softly. 
“Joel…. oh god I’m gonna….” You gasp as your orgasm pulses through you. He lets out a strangled groan at the feel of your cunt clenching tight around him. 
His hips begin to falter and the only sounds he lets out are soft grunts as he nears his release. Pulling out he pumps himself twice before he spurts hot ropes of come all over your stomach. 
You reach down, scooping it up with your fingers before sucking them into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Using his tattered t-shirt to clean you up, he collapses onto the bed beside you pulling you into his chest. 
“So…,” you say with a hint of nerves in your voice. “Does this mean we’re more than friends?”
His gaze meets yours and his face is serious as he takes in the features of your face. Your heart sinks a little, a worrisome feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. What if this was just a one-time thing? An itch to scratch? 
Suddenly a smile works its way onto his face, and he turns on his side to face you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently in the palm of his hand. 
“This means you're my lady, darlin’. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.” He leans in and kisses you softly, once, twice and when he pulls away, he rests his head against yours. 
“You won’t hear me complaining, Miller.” You kiss him again before he nudges you to turn over. He cuddled up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. 
“Tommy is gonna have a field day with this,” he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Little shit.”
You giggle and his arm tightens its hold on you. “Get some rest, darlin’. When we wake, I’ll make something to eat.” 
“Don’t you wanna get dressed first?” You ask and the movement of his thumb, which had been rubbing circles into the skin of your hip, stalls briefly. “Nah, I think we’re good.” Then, you both drifted off to sleep. 
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snazzilystoopid · 7 months
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What it's like to date Cole Brookstone
The dragons rising trailer gave me Cole fever 😭😭 so yk I just gotta do a Cole post to appreciate this lego man's existence
Enjoy this yall heheh
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Starting off strong: texting. The guy will spam you if you don't answer within 5 minutes
He's always worrying if something bad had happened to you 😭
He's also a ninja (obviously) so he's gonna be busy most of the time
That doesn't mean he doesn't make time for you though heheh
Before he'd leave for a mission he'd send you a sweet message, or leave small pouch of your favourite sweets for you
For your 3 month anniversary, he got you a pair of headphones
They're extra special bc they match with his <3
He sends you gym pics. Ok? He just does.
Mainly because he knows on the other side of that screen you're a blushing mess
Sometimes Cole will just walk around you shirtless to tease you, because he knows you're always gonna be staring
If you can bake, this man will BEG you to make cakes.
If you can't, you at least try. He'll always eat them, even if they are a little burnt
Its the thought that counts though, right?
His love language is touch, so you guys cuddle often
If cuddling isn't really your thing, that's okay! He'll settle for always holding your hand
When it comes to kissing however, hes so passionate that you usually have to lean on something, like a wall or a table 😭
When things get a little steamy he'll definitely be hoisting you up and wrapping his arms around you
(HELP WHY AM I GRINNING WHILE WRITING THIS AHAHAHAHSHS)
Your dates usually consist of desert places, picnics, and CD/Vinyl records shopping
He love love loves music so whenever you tag along with him to these shops he loves it, and also really appreciates the company
Sometimes you both put in one ear each of Cole's earphones and just lie on his bed together listening to music
Its so therapeutic for both of you
He tried to teach you how to play the drums a few times, but you're horrible at it, sorry 💀
(Unless you can acc play the drums ofc)
When you met Lou, he told you a bunch of funny stories about his dance lessons as a kid
Cole gets so annoyed whenever he does this but you think its cute <333
Lou would also go on to tell you how much Lily would've loved you
It felt a little uncomfortable talking about his mother, because you know how much of a sensitive subject it is for him
But Cole did agree, you reminded him a little of his mother
In truth, Lou sees himself and Lily in you and Cole
Although he denies it, Cole loves it when you trace his scars
Especially the ghost scar on his forehead
Also loves it when you trace his jaw
Whenever you randomly do, I promise this guy WILL just melt right there
Since his hair is really long, you're always trying out random hairstyles on him
He always protests, but he really does love it hehe
The man is such a tease, sometimes he'll swoop down to capture your lips in a kiss, only for him to kiss the corner of your mouth instead
Other times (when you're alone ofc,) Cole trails kisses down your neck and just randomly stops, and you always complain
He finds you so adorable when you're complaining 😭
He has a passion for singing, but will never sing in front of anyone apart from you
Most of the time, whenever he sings to you its a love song that both of you like 🥰
He's usually a pretty chill boyfriend, and doesn't normally get jealous
But on the very rare occasion that he does, he won't show it
Instead he'll get all pouty and whenever you ask what's wrong, his only response is to pull you into a hug
He'll most likely feel a little self-conscious and wonder if you're becoming uninterested in him
DONT give Cole a reason to feel sad. Do not. 😒
Anyways
He didn't tell the ninja he had a partner until Jay and Nya spotted you two in a vinyl records store holding hands
They interrogated the poor thing for like 3 hours when he got back
But once they all met you they really liked you!
Kai and Jay subjected you to more embarrassing Cole stories, which the earth ninja was NOT happy about
He prefers to spend time with you alone, away from other people
He vents to you a lot of the time and tells you about his struggles and his feelings
Hes actually really open with you, but he never pressures you to tell him anything
He wants to be able to earn your trust <3
(Sorry for any typos!!)
That is all ! I hope you guys enjoyed this little hc post 🤭 stay tuned for more !!
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mrsfitzgerald · 9 months
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I just can't stop about them now 🥹... so I thought, I would love to know what are your favorite Paulchard kisses so far? Maybe a top 5 or a top 10? 🥰 thank you so much for all of your gifs 💛
hi!! again!! 💗 you found the wrong person for this question 😆 I love all their kisses and how can i choose 5 or 10? I could write an essay about each one hahaha 😁💖
but let's try to pick five ✨
#5. idk!! i love their not scripted kisses, this one was totally one of them and i rememeber how i rewatched it over and over, simple, but so sweet 🥹💖 richard looks so fluffy and his big grin after kiss 🥹
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#4. for me a good kiss is one that is awkward to look at. like you weren't supposed to see it? 😅 because it's something too personal? very often I wanted to close my eyes and not look and keep looking at the same time? I don't know if that makes sense 🥹😊💖💖
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#3. 🤭🤭🤭 pretty happy boys 💖 (and happy schneider in the background heheh)
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#2. very very very long one and that's smile afterwards 😭😭😭💗
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#1. obvious first place. the best one. very emotional. their looks and hugs. as if it's not the last concert, but they're saying goodbye forever. 🥹💔 I spent months rewatching it and sighing 🥲 dreaming of another tour, imagining what incredible kisses there must be in 2023. and then the rehearsal happened and i was just heartbroken. i'm still sad that they are messing with outro, but i'm really glad that they still love each other and let us see at least some of their tenderness towards each other. there's still a long way to go and i hope that we have many, many more cute things to come 🥹💔💖
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+bonus 😁 it's not a kiss, but I often remember THIS and scream! the most disgusting and beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life 😆🥰🥰🥰
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+bonus2. when Paul kissed his hand 😭
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jeonqkooks · 1 year
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hello, my angel! congrats on your anniversary for starters hehehehe, i love you!
for the drabbles requests, could you do:
21 and 41 - smut
or
8 and 9 - fluff
thank you 🥰
velvet cherry | jjk (m.)
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pairing: jungkook x reader
prompts: "call me that again." + "lay down and stay still."
rating: 18+ (minors dni)
genre: exes to lovers (??), agent/spy au (idk it's pretty vague but all you need to know is that their profession is smth like this!), some fluff, some angst, definitely smut
warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of violence (gunshots, blood), mentions of death, cursing, shower sex, unprotected sex (this is fictional. don't do it irl, be smart dudes), fingering, a lil dirty talk, UNEDITED bc i'm a menace :p
word count: 5.9k
note: pauli bby!! thank you for the request hehehe. the initial idea i had for this request was different but i was watching bad and crazy (kdrama) and every time lee dong wook has an action scene i'm just sitting there in front of my laptop, full on thirsting bc 🤤🥵 and i just had to channel it into this piece!!
— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
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Everyone is yelling, screaming. Even the force trying to shake you into consciousness practically shouting in your face. Your head feels like it’s been split into two even without all of the loud noises threatening to deafen you. Your body hurts. You’ve definitely bruised your ribs, if they aren’t already broken. Even your face, which remains unmoving, aches from the simple act of breathing.
Inhale. One, two, three…
Exhale. One, two, three…
Stay alive.
It would kind of really suck if you died right now.
Embarrassing, even.
“C’mon, c’mon, wake up! Y/N!”
Huh? You know that voice.
It feels like your eyes have been glued shut, but that voice is so familiar that your lids wrestle with weariness to get a look. It can’t be him, can it? How would he even know that you were here?
Does that mean this is heaven? Or the void, or wherever the fuck it is that people often preach about? You have never believed in an afterlife because any and all life ends after death. Your soul doesn’t enter another spiritual plane of existence; you just simply cease to exist. This has always been your stance on the matter, but now, as you listen to that voice desperately cursing out your name, you waver.
Because that’s the only way you can explain why he’s here.
Oh, so you did die?
“Y/N!”
Heaven, or the void, or wherever the fuck this is, sure is loud.
You force your eyes open despite the debilitating exhaustion eating away at you. It takes a moment for your vision to adjust to your poorly lit surroundings. From the corner of your eye, you see small fireworks erupting before their booming echoes reverberate throughout the room. The lead projectiles whiz above your head, right behind the silhouette of him hovering over you, calling for you, shielding you.
Once his face becomes your focal point, everything around you staticizes. You can’t find it in yourself to care about the screams, nor the gunshots, or even the gash in your side where a knife grazed you earlier.
Not when he’s looking at you like that. Like if you were to die, there’s not a single part of him that would hesitate to follow.
“I thought I recognized th–that voice.” You cough, feeling the cut on your lips open wider. You hadn’t noticed the metallic taste on your tongue until now. “Funny seeing you here, Jeon.”
The feeling in the pit of your stomach thickens. It could be relief, or it could be dread. The lights go out before you get a chance to decipher which one it is.
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The next time you wake, you jolt upright with a gasp. 
“Ah, shit,” you instantly groan; it feels like something sharp is jabbing into your abdomen. You brush your hand over the spot to find smears of crimson on your clothes, but the wound underneath doesn’t seem to be bleeding anymore.
Where the fuck is it now?
Your frantic eyes scan the room, expecting to find yourself still in that warehouse, hopelessly holding on for life while your teammates get killed one by one.
But you aren’t there anymore. There aren’t bodies scattered all around you nor bloodstains splattered carelessly on peeling walls. 
No, where you are smells like jasmine and fresh cotton. It’s warm and bright, and it’s filled with framed photos of a familiar dog that you once loved even more than his owner. The couch beneath you feels like a cloud carrying you through the pearly gates.
Arguably, this seems more like heaven. Or is it a twisted version hell? It feels like a stretch that someone like you could get into heaven, if there even is one.
“Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” His voice from behind startles you into action. You spring from the couch, or more like, you clumsily jump up only to be met with white hot pain that courses through your entire left side, and fall down onto the sofa again.
“Fuck!” you hiss through gritted teeth.
He rushes over, almost dropping the mug he was holding in his hand. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
Apologetic hands help you into a proper sitting position. You don’t know why or how, but it really is him.
Jeon Jungkook, what a sight for sore eyes. 
The discomfort you feel in your body takes a backseat momentarily as you stare at him and his beautiful doe eyes, shimmering with concern though it’s now much more diluted than before. He examines the stitches on your forehead and your side, it’s been a while since he’s done this.
“Y/N, are you okay?”
You snap back into reality at the sound of this.
Fuck! How could it have possibly slipped your mind?
Your words come out in an uneasy rush. “Where’s Namjoon and the others?”
Jungkook stares at you, tongue in cheek, blinking in mild disbelief. Of course the first question you ask is about your team. You haven’t changed, he sees. “They’re at the hospital. They’re fine,” he says.
You close your eyes and heave a heavy sigh, visibly relaxing at his confirmation. When you turn to him again, you ask, “Where are we?”
“My apartment.”
“Why? Why am I not at the hospital with them?”
“You don’t remember?”
The confused look on your face tells him as much.
“You woke up while they were stitching you up. Nearly made a scene and everything. You kept saying you wanted to go home, but your place was trashed so I… brought you here.”
You wonder if you had actually demanded to be brought to his place specifically, after seeing him when you were so delirious before. You wonder if he’s just sparing you the embarrassment. “Oh,” you say simply, glancing around the room. You haven’t been here in a long time, but most of the things here are still the same.
“You haven’t answered my question. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”
You shrug, ignoring the throbbing pain that has dulled into a perpetual pinch in your side. “Of course I’m okay. Still alive and kicking.”
Jungkook’s brows furrow just the slightest. “You almost died tonight.”
“But I didn’t die, did I?”
“Why are you acting like it’s no big deal?”
Nostalgia washes over you in waves. You’ve had the same conversation a million times before.
“Because it isn’t that big a deal,” you say, feeling the urge to coat your words in a thick layer of bravery. “It’s not my first rodeo.”
“And that’s supposed to make it better? You could’ve died!”
“What is up your ass?” you ask jokingly, but it doesn’t sound right even to your ears. “You keep pushing it like you wanted me to die.”
Jungkook stares at you blankly, but you can tell that he’s agitated by your flippant attitude. You regret the words the very second you said them.
“That’s not funny,” he says, his voice strained.
Slightly ashamed, you look down at your hands and fiddle with your grimy fingers. “Y–yeah, I’m sorry. That was… too far.”
There’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you watch him grit his teeth and attempt to exhale a steady breath. It comes out a little shaky, a sign of his frustration. He takes a few minutes to calm his nerves while you sit there in silence, not usually tongue tied around him but even you know that what you just told him was pretty fucked up. 
Finally, Jungkook says, “Get some rest. You had a long day.” He goes to help you up without you asking, still so considerate even when he’s trying to not be angry at you, but that’s not what you need right now.
“Can I take a shower first?” you ask.
“You just got your stitches a couple hours ago. You can shower in the morning.”
“I know. It’s… I’m covered in blood and dirt. I’d really like to wash it off.”
He looks at you as he considers it. This isn’t Jungkook’s first rodeo either. He had to deal with you countless times like this, when you’re freshly wounded but you don’t seem to give a damn about doing things that might hurt you even more.
“Suit yourself. You know where the bathroom is.”
You mutter a thanks as you let him pull you up from the cloud that he calls a couch. You could feel his eyes on you as you wobble to your desired destination, but even the short distance between his living room and bathroom proves to be a whole trek in your current condition. You’re surprised that you even made it to the hall when your legs finally gave out on you. You brace yourself against the wall, but one of Jungkook’s strong arms is already wrapped around your waist, steadying you before you could collapse.
“You should get some sleep. You can barely walk,” he urges gently.
“I feel like shit, Jeon,” you tell him. “I won’t be able to get any rest like this.”
“Y/N–”
“We both know you’re not talking me out of it. You can choose if you’re gonna help me or not, though.”
“You want me to help you… shower?”
“Will you?”
He won’t, you’re sure of this. Jungkook isn’t teasing or frivolous as you are. He doesn’t go around testing people’s patience like you do. The relationship didn’t end on bad terms, and you think he has deliberately kept it that way because you have to see each other at work so often, even though you’re assigned to different teams. You want to keep things light, to joke around with him, to essentially still be you and him minus the romance but Jungkook keeps you at arm’s length. And if you’re honest, you can’t blame him for that. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck sometimes; you used to love him after all.
He looks pensive for a moment, and you don’t know why he’s even pretending to consider it when he’ll just say no anyway. You’re prepared for him to reject you and leave you to your own devices, but then–
“Fine,” Jungkook says, voice flat, eyes blank. “C’mon, I’ll help you.” It surprises you into complete stillness, wondering if the doctors and nurses fucked up when they were stitching up your head. The man in front of you raises an eyebrow when you don’t respond to him, as if he’s challenging you, which staggers you even more because he usually doesn’t entertain your outrageous ideas like this. Especially not after you parted ways.
You blink a couple of times and find your voice from where it’s stuck to the back of your throat. “Okay then. Lead the way.”
Jungkook guides you down the hall and into the bathroom. You think he’s just baiting you, challenging you back to see if you would actually be okay with hopping into the shower with your ex because even though it isn’t that scandalous of an idea to you, it is to Jungkook. You expect him to back out any second now, but once you’re standing under the warm white light of his bathroom, he asks if he could take off your clothes.
Have you underestimated him?
You nod your head, eyeing him with a smug smile tugging at the corner of your lips and a barely-there layer of underlying nervousness. His face gives nothing away. So you two are really going to do this, huh?
Jungkook peels off your bloodied shirt, careful not to let his fingers brush against your skin though they will have to in just a few minutes. He averts his gaze as he helps you step out of your clothes until you’re completely bare.
You mistake his reluctant eye contact for shyness. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” you joke.
True.
But no, that’s not the reason why he refuses to look at you.
He hated seeing you in pain, covered in bruises and cuts. It’s why the two of you broke up. You were too stubborn to quit, and he couldn’t stand watching you treat yourself like mere collateral damage, as long as you get the job done.
It wasn’t that you couldn’t take care of yourself. In a lot of ways, you’re far more capable and skilled than he is. But sometimes you can be reckless, a little too hot headed for your own good, a little too heedless of your own safety than he can handle. 
He loved that you were remarkable at what you do; it’s what drew him to you in the first place. When you used to spar together, at the beginning of your relationship, he loved that you could kick his ass so easily. Sometimes, even on his best days, he was still no match for you.
But what’s the point in dwelling? None of that matters anymore.
Jungkook takes off his own clothes then, and you resist the urge to focus on his body too much. He’s gotten even more muscular than the last time you got to see him naked. Hard pecs that are practically popping in your face, solid abs that demand to be touched… Well, this is going to be… interesting.
He tests the water first before he lets you go in. When you finally do, you sigh as the warm water rains down on your skin, enveloping you in a liquified blanket of comfort. You’re trying not to let your eyes wander, you really are.
You hum happily when he smooths the shampoo over your hair. As his fingers massage your scalp gently, a soft moan escapes your throat. The sound travels straight to his groin, making him stiffen just a little bit and poke into your thigh. You bite your bottom lip to suppress a giggle but Jungkook just clears his throat awkwardly. Getting a boner feels inappropriate in a moment like this, when you’re his ex and you had nearly died earlier tonight.
But he isn’t responsible for the way his body chooses to react, not really. You’re showering together, for fuck’s sake. Though to be fair, he has no one to blame but himself for this irrational decision.
When he lathers you up with his body wash, you decide to do it again, just to tease him. As his hands start kneading one of your breasts, you let out a slightly exaggerated moan.
He knows you’re doing it on purpose, but his dick is stupid and it hardens regardless. “Quit it,” Jungkook says.
“Quit what?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him coquettishly. You put a hand on his chest, then trails it lower to graze his defined abs. “You look like you’re enjoying it, no?”
He doesn’t answer you, choosing to focus on his task of washing you instead, as if ignoring you will make you stop whatever it is you’re doing.
You trace your fingers along his V-line until you wrap your hand around him, making him hiss as you touch him. You give him a few lazy pumps until his member is standing tall and proud, just for you.
“Y/N…” Jungkook grits his teeth and swallows thickly. The steam is suffocating him. You are suffocating him.
“You can tell me if you don’t want it.” You tilt your head up, letting your face inch closer to his until your breath fans his lips. You feel him grip your waist – an act of restraint – then quickly loosen his hands around your body as if he suddenly remembered that you’re still battered up. You brush your lips against his, just testing him. You both know a kiss would be so much more intimate than what you’re doing to him down there.
He parts his lips slightly, the temptation is getting too strong to resist. You cloud his judgment the same way the hot water encloses the room in a mystifying haze. He presses forward to capture your lips, only to feel himself completely melt against you in an instant. 
You taste like longing, like regret. Something like a needle pierces right through his heart when you give him a needy sigh, muffled by his own lips. 
He knows he shouldn’t do this, but is it a mistake? Even if it is a mistake, he can’t find it in himself to stop, now that it has already started. You’re still as alluring and captivating as ever, and he’s still the same Jungkook who always fell to his knees for you.
“Touch me,” you whisper.
“Y–you’re hurt,” Jungkook rasps. Is that the only reason? There’s no conviction behind his words and he knows you know it. If he was really against this, then he would’ve stopped you already.
“Please.” Your voice is different, desperate, when you say this. He can’t tell if you’re crying or not because of the water still glistening on your face, but it doesn’t matter. When your hand guides one of his between your legs, he squeezes his eyes shut, searching inward for that last bit of self-control that’s nowhere to be found right now. You’re so fucking slick, and as his middle finger slides through your sodden folds to find your entrance, your head falls upon his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, barely audible to you over the sound of running water. You’re hurt. He knows he should stop, but he can’t. His thumb finds your clit in no time, and nudges it the way he remembers you liked. You choke on an exhale, now grinding against his hand and gripping his biceps to keep yourself upright. He rubs you leisurely as the water cascades down your bodies. A part of him thinks he’s twisted for enjoying the quiet whimpers you let out.
“Are you sure?” he asks, both hoping for and dreading the answer you might give him.
“Yes,” you confirm. You press his hand harder against your core, as if you’re begging him to pleasure you. “Make me feel better.”
Jungkook slides two digits into you before he slants his mouth over yours, swallowing the moan that you instantly keen out. You’re wet enough that his fingers can drive in and out of you without much mercy from the get-go. He buries them in you until he’s knuckles deep, scissoring you open how he always did to prepare you for his cock.
“Fuck, Jeon,” you purr, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. “That’s good.”
“Yeah?” He smirks, finding that spot inside of you that never fails to make your legs shake. His strong arm holds you flush against his body as he relentlessly fingers you, absolutely loving the way your juices run down the back of his hand. There’s a sense of arrogance in the way he fucks you, even though he was hesitant about it just moments ago. The quivering moans that you grace him with are fucking addicting. At least for now, he has you. Standing in his shower, begging him for release, whispering in his ear things that he hasn’t realized how much he’s missed hearing until this very second.
His fingers ram into you until your inner walls are pulsing around him and your voice hitches beautifully. “Fuck!” you cry, holding onto him as the high crashes down on you, sending shockwaves throughout your entire body. You grind down on his hand, wanting so desperately to prolong the pleasure like you’re afraid he’ll take it away from you. Jungkook would never dream of giving you anything less than what you deserve, so he maintains the momentum of his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm even when you clench so tightly around his digits that it becomes more difficult to move. He helps you through it until your breath no longer comes out in heavy pants, until the only stars you see are the ones in his eyes.
As he withdraws his fingers, you give him a chaste kiss as if to say thank you. He doesn’t expect anything more; it’s enough that he could give you a helping hand in your time of need, make you forget about everything even if it was only for a little while.
But then you’re deepening the kiss, one hand tugging on his hair as the other finds his hard cock again. He groans against your mouth, torn between asking you to keep going and letting you stop. “You don’t have to…” he mutters, placing a hand over yours.
“I want more,” you say breathily, but somehow it sounds almost demanding. “I want you.”
He stares at you with uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you sure you can handle it?”
Your answer comes in the form of a squeeze around his length, making his eyes flutter briefly as he rests his forehead against yours. “I can always take you.”
You watch Jungkook clench his jaw before he crashes his lips onto yours, promptly slipping his tongue into your mouth to draw the neediest of moans from you just by his kiss alone. He lifts you up by the back of your thighs and cages you between the wall and his chest. Your legs wrap around his waist as he presses his body against yours, slowly grinding his cock against your throbbing heat. You whimper when his tip nudges your sensitive clit.
“I need you,” you cry out, rutting against him desperately. He hears it then – the vulnerability in your voice that you try to mask with desire – and that’s when he thinks he gets it. You’re shaken.
You were scared tonight. That’s not something that happens very often.
He was scared too. He nearly lost his mind when he heard the news that your team was ambushed. You should’ve seen his frantic state when he raced to the scene, heart speeding a thousand miles an hour at the mere thought of something happening to you. He prayed to every god he didn’t believe in that you’d be okay, that the phone call he received minutes prior was just a sick prank someone was playing on him.
“I’ve got you,” Jungkook says, diving in to kiss you again. There’s a lot more to those words than either one of you would like to admit.
You both sigh when he pushes in, and although it’s been a long while since your bodies knew one another like this, there’s barely any resistance. He fits perfectly  like you were made for each other. He’s bigger than you remember, already feeling so good inside of you that you think you could come with just a few thrusts. Instead of moving, he stays there like he wants to memorize the feeling of you, so warm around him and so inviting. 
He was always the sentimental one.
“Move,” you whine, still bossy in a moment like this. He chuckles against your mouth before trailing his lips tantalizingly slowly across your jawline and down your neck to your breasts, where he sucks on your skin harshly, marking you. His hips pull back, making you moan from the delicious glide of him along your slickened walls, before they snap forward and set a pace that has your eyes rolling backward.
“Shit, nghhh…”
It’s like no time has passed at all. Jungkook still remembers everything you like, still knows your body like the back of his hand. You feel like you’re practically transcending the limits of space and time with every thrust of his hips and every motion of his mouth. The rough way that his fingers dig into your thighs to hold you up makes it so much more heightened as his lips wrap around one of your breasts, sucking it harshly into his mouth, his tongue laving at your hardened nipple. Now that you’re finally experiencing this again, you don’t know how you could go two whole years without it.
Every part of you misses him.
No one knows how to please you like he does.
“So fucking good…” Jungkook grunts, flicking your nipple with the wet muscle of his mouth. You arch your tits further into him as moans of unfiltered pleasure fall from you. Even as he fucks you into oblivion, he’s still mindful of your injuries. Strong hands kneading your skin roughly but softening when they brush over your bruised spots.
He tries not to pay much attention to your battle scars, but how could he not? He feels them under his fingertips everywhere they go. Some are from before you met him, some from after. Some he doesn’t recognize because you must have acquired them during your time apart. He always hated them. You used to tell him that you wore your scars proudly, that they are proof that you survived every horrible thing you’ve had to face.
That’s certainly one way of looking at it, but Jungkook hated them then and he hates them now. Not because he thought they made you ugly – no, nothing could make him see you as anything less than the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon – but because they remind him of all the times that you have had to suffer. They made him feel unworthy of you, for not being there to keep you safe.
But not like you would have let him anyway.
“Ah, fuck, Koo…”
His hips stutter in surprise. He’s not sure if you did it on purpose, or if it just slipped out in the heat of the moment.
“Call me that again,” Jungkook tells you. It doesn’t matter that the simple nickname brings up feelings he’s been trying so hard to suppress. It doesn’t matter that those feelings are damn close to spilling over the confines of his wretched little heart, that it will fucking hurt later when you leave He just needs to hear you say it again.
“Koo, fuck! Right there, keep doing that…”
He tears his mouth away from your chest to come up and chase your lips. His tongue slips inside to dance with yours, so much more intimate than it is dirty that it makes you dizzy beyond nostalgia. In a split second of weakness, it makes your heart want to be his once more. His thrusts are now even faster than before, harder and more calculated.
He pulls back enough to look at you and takes in the blissed look on your face, how your lips part when he hits your g-spot just right.  “Y/N, I…”
“I know,” you whimper, your nails digging into his back and leaving angry red trails in their wake as they drag downward. “I’m close too.”
That’s not what he was going to say. Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re too fucked out to notice it.
“C’mon, I’ve got you,” Jungkook resorts to saying. He keeps up the rhythm of his hips, determined to give you what you want the most. He’s pounding into you so impossibly deep that you can feel him in your guts, each thrust making the base of his cock grind against your aching clit. It feels so fucking good, you can’t even see straight anymore. His hand is unknowingly digging into a bruise on your leg but the pleasure is too overwhelming that you’ve stopped caring about the discomfort. This is exactly how you wanted him to fuck you – hard enough to make you forget the pain.
It hits you even harder than before. You cum with a cry of his name as your toes curl and your body shakes in his hold, stars exploding behind your eyelids when the orgasm wracks through you like an earthquake. Jungkook’s hips never cease their movements, fucking into you until you find enough strength to squeeze your walls around him and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. He unravels then, filling you up endlessly with his warmth that you’re sure you’ll feel for days.
You stay like that for a while, just holding each other, until he softens inside of you and you feel your releases drip down your thighs and onto the floor. The water promptly washes away the remnants of your heated session. When he slips out and helps you to your feet, you want to chase it instantly – the feeling of him, with you, where he’s supposed to be.
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You aren’t fully present for everything that happens afterward. As Jungkook dries you off and dresses you, he feels something tug on his heart at the sight of you in his clothes. Your tired face and the way you lean into him, trusting him to keep you steady as he prepares you for bed. Trusting him to keep you safe, to protect you.
He can’t help it.
He tilts your head up by your chin and kisses you softly. Slow. His lips are gentle, but he’s sure of himself. This isn’t the first kiss you’ve shared tonight, but in many ways, it is.
When Jungkook pulls away, he doesn’t say anything. No excuses or explanations on why he chose to do it when the lust has waned and the moment is no longer heated enough to muddle his mind. You don’t ask for anything either; you just let him lead you into his bedroom. That doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to just tell you anyway.
He tucks you into his bed as if you’re a child. When he’s sure that you’re comfortable enough, he turns to leave.
You protest immediately. “Where are you going?”
“To the couch,” he says, like it’s obvious.
You sit up in order to push yourself from the bed, erasing his previous effort of tucking you in. “I’m not making you sleep on the couch in your own home.”
“Lay down and stay still,” Jungkook sighs before pushing you back onto the mattress again. “If I stay here with you, will you please sleep in the bed?”
You purse your lips, considering this for a moment before you compromise. “Yes.”
He turns off all the lights and makes his way to the other side of the bed, getting under the covers with you. You’re disappointed when he puts a little distance between your bodies. It’s not that you expected anything to come from your brief reunion, but your heart sinks regardless. Surely, sleeping in the same bed as your ex can’t be worse than having sex with him? You’ve already done the latter, but somehow this feels so much more intimidating.
You do what you do best when you don’t want to deal with your more difficult feelings – crack lame jokes and hope they’re enough to diffuse the tension. “Why are you so stiff? Scared that I’ll fuck you? Already did that, Jeon.”
Jungkook throws you a humorless chuckle. “Was that your plan all along? To seduce me?”
“It just happened,” you say. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you even wanted it before y’know… you popped a boner.”
If the silence in the room was a little bit louder, then you could probably hear the way he pauses halfway through a breath. He doesn’t entertain you for much longer, even though it feels like he’s got something on his mind.
He doesn’t ask what this means for the two of you, if it even meant anything. What’s the point in trying if the outcome is the same? His stance on the matter hasn’t changed at all. After what happened to you tonight, it just fueled him even more. He won’t deny that his feelings for you are still there, because he’d be the first to admit that they never went away to begin with. Jungkook would try, he would try for you a million times over, but in the end, where would that lead to if you wouldn’t even try for yourself? You’ll just keep breaking his heart day in and day out, over and over again if this recklessness of yours persists.
“Go to sleep, Y/N,” he says tiredly.
You bite your lip, disheartened that he’s shutting you out again, even though he has every right to. “Okay,” you mumble.
Despite the exhaustion submerging you like a tidal wave, you can’t find rest. You were conscious for barely half a minute when Jungkook found you in that abandoned warehouse, but you could hear the panic in his voice as he tried to shake you awake. He never had to find you like that before. When you were still together, every time you got hurt, you never let anyone call him until after your wounds had already been stitched up, until you were sure that you were good enough to crack a joke once he’d rushed to the hospital.
Tonight was the first time he saw you on death’s door. You didn’t know if he even cared anymore. You were scared to think that he didn’t.
But then you heard that voice of his, and you opened your eyes just long enough to see the tears fill his eyes. You were so out of it that you thought maybe, just maybe, there was a piece of his heart that still felt something for you. Something beyond just concern for an ex lover.
You don’t know how much time has passed, with you lying there staring into darkness. “Jeon, are you asleep?” you ask quietly, only to be met with silence from his side. Nothing but his steady breathing. You want him to be awake to hear you say it, though you’re not sure how you want him to react to it. The past 2 years have been hard. Your own guilt chews you up and spits you out every single day. The breakup was your fault, wasn’t it? It wasn’t just Jungkook who repeatedly expressed concerns for your safety. Your parents never wanted you to go into this line of work in the first place.
You were too selfish to really consider anyone but yourself. You and Jungkook both do the same thing – you go out and risk your lives every day. But back then, you didn’t understand why you should be the one to stop. Why not him? Why just you?
The difference between the two of you is clear as day. Jungkook knows when to stop, and you don’t. He wanted to be able to make it back home to you more than he wanted to catch a bad guy. He put you first. He put the people who loved him first.
“I think I’m going to quit.”
Your chest feels so much lighter as soon as the words leave your mouth. Something evaporates from within you, a burden that’s finally been lifted, and that’s how you know it’s the right decision. You aren’t doing it just for everyone who loves you but is terrified for your life all the time. You aren’t doing it just for Jungkook. You’re doing it for yourself too.
Peace finally finds you then, as though it’s been waiting for you this entire time.
You don’t mind that Jungkook is already asleep. You said it, and admitting to yourself that maybe it’s time to stop, is good enough. Having that conversation with him in the morning won’t be late. You’re already halfway to dreamland when you feel him right behind you, enveloping you in a warmth that’s so distinctly Jungkook. He carefully wraps an arm around you and pulls you close to his chest, close enough that it feels like his heart is beating right into yours. He sighs, like he’s wholly relieved too.
You can’t discern what he says next, but you can feel the kiss he presses against your hair.
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lazybutsmexy · 1 year
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Practically screamed at the valentine blurb post- haha
Can I please get König with a gn reader please?
Thanks sm<3 have a great day!
I'm screaming too!! I was hoping to get a König request hehehe, so thank you lots!! 🥰🫶♥️♥️♥️
Warnings: none!
König didn't mind splurging his money every now and then, it just didn't happen with frequency.
He wasn't a man of expensive taste - save some very pointed exceptions - so the majority of his paycheck remained untouched most of the time.
He thought that caring so much for brands would make him a vain man - perhaps due to his upbringing. Unless he saw an obvious need for the most expensive item, he always chose more economical alternatives.
With you, however, all caution was thrown out of the window.
As König watched you savour the Austrian chocolates he got especially delivered, and the scent of top-grade Andean coffee surrounded the both of you, he realized he would buy you the moon and crave your name by hand on it if it was only possible.
It was as he sat on this large couch - made for his size -, in your shared, quaint little house in the outskirts - with a garden and a pond which you cared for all-year round -, that he enjoyed your weight on top of him, and your warmth seeping through his bones and making his body and soul completely yours.
The rain poured against the windows, and your fingers pressed a chocolate to his lips. He took his time to savour, not the treat but your skin, and felt his mind lose itself in the giggle that his actions brought out from you.
König didn't mind splurging his money every now and then. Especially since his most prized treasure was already here, in his arms, feeding him chocolates and kissing his cheek.
Send me a character and a preferred gender (f/m/gn) for a Valentine blurb!
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pupyuj · 7 months
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my thoughts being all over the place rn omg.. so let me just list them out right here and you guys can tell me which ones you want me to expand on 🤓🤓
yea i'll do all of them anyway but I'M MAKING IT A RACE HEHEHE
— g!p yujin's favorite thing to do being destroying your cunt while you're wearing nothing but her varsity jacket/jersey 😵‍💫
— office au where you're humiliating g!p yuj for coming in her pants bcs she couldn't stop thinking about how perfect your ass looked in your pencil skirt 🤭
— minjeong going crazy over you making breakfast and doing that cliche thing where you're only wearing an apron and some thong omg 😭😭
— fwb wony. thats it.
— g!p joyuriz tag-teaming you in an empty waiting room to blow off some steam before a performance 🥰
— giving your bff g!p ryujin a handjob under the blankets during a slumber party w your other friends 👀
— g!p ive bringing you, their favorite trainee, along to their tour as 'moral support'. the moral support being fucking you in the hotel rooms either one by one or at the same time after each and every concert to celebrate 🤤🤤
— craaaazy drunk sex w the hot senior from your uni's dance team g!p gaeul-sunbae 😳💦
i'm literally vibrating thinking about all these...
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