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switch-kun · 1 year

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what if i just randomly pounced onto you after a whole day of cruel teasing and slammed your front against a mirror, shoving my hand down your skirt, whispering the dirtiest things to your ear, then grabbed you by the hair to let you see how cute you look when you're all worked up, disheveled, needing to be fucked to the extent that you're so drunken out of your mind?

i bet you'd love to see me press my front to your back with my fingers slamming into you, my palm slapping firmly against your wet fucking cunt— with the other hand, i'd raise it to your lips, make you suck on my fingers 'til they hit the very back of your throat. And you wouldn't know what to focus on— the sound of me finger-fucking your pussy, or the sweet length of my fingers in your mouth? it's so rushed, so rough, but i hit your spots so well. and you get to attain the orgasm that you've been waiting for all day, with the surge of bliss rushing through and my praises pushing you further and further to the edge— and it's too good that your legs start to give out, and all you can you do is whine from the sensitivity. (then once you calm down, i'd call you a good girl and give you some soft ol' aftercare).

#aye first post :P #this was on my mind all week at work but i finally gathered the courage to post it on here!#okay time for me to pass out from a bunch of orgasms. adios #wlw nsft #lesbian nsft #wlw ns/fw

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catboyolli · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's Day 💖💕

This beautiful teddy wants you to know that you are bear-y loved, way sweeter than honey, and that life would be un-bear-able without you! 🐻💕

Alcohol markers and ballpoint pens on hot press paper, A5 size

#blind channel fanart #blind channel #tommi lalli #art tag #i ran out of bear puns 😬#hi it's me finally gathering enough courage to post art #please ignore the mess i did this last night and i was very sleepy #the heart is done with pink gel glitter pen of course 😌

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squidbeans · 7 months

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My friend called these not-valentine cards so yeah have some Splatoon ocs

#Wdym no I'm not posting all of these now bc I finally gathered the courage to share my art on Tumblr #splatoon #Squidfreak speaks #mwsplatoon #Making waves

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kierreras · 1 year

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i’m falling again and i get the feeling that you’ll never need me

jiara x love, rosie AU

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ He was always there.

She closes her eyes and now they are six years old. They are first graders sitting together behind the desk. He says something funny and draws another doodle in his textbook, she just laughs. Mrs. Gardner is not pleased – he gets a detention after, but it is okay as long as he can make her laugh.

Now they are ten – they are playing with globe in Big John’s office – John B and Pope are in the kitchen helping Big John with sandwiches because, let’s be honest, he cannot make them on his own. They are little kids playing with maps and laughing on strange names of some geographic objects. He says “Yucatan? How can you name it Yucatan? It sounds like a name of character from C.H.U.D.!”

They are twelve and now laying in one hammock. He asks if she can keep a secret and after she nods he tells her about his weird dream. He says that in this dream he was a ball that his dad kept kicking and his mom was just sitting on the bleachers waiting for the game to end. Little did he know that in about a year his life would be exactly like that? She listens, just holds out her hand to him and when he takes it, their finders intertwine. “The safety lock” as he liked to call it.

She has a lot of memories of him, of their moments together, of how they ended up there. She remembers how four of them became friends and she remembers exactly a moment when she thought that he was the one that understands her best – the one that sees her for who she is.

She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes. Sarah is sitting next to her and drawing her attention by kicking her leg. Shit, it’s her toast now, right?

She quickly stands and takes her glass of champagne in her hands. Deep breath, let’s just finish with this shitshow.

“Hey everyone, sorry. Lost in thoughts, I guess”. She breathes ones again, all of the guests are now staring at her and, damn, right here and right now she just wants to fall into the ground, to be gone. Not that she did not want to hop on the plane and fly home since yesterday, but let’s just move on. “So, for those who I haven’t had a chance to say hello properly – I am Kiara. And this has got to be one of the happiest days of my life”, she says somewhat cheerfully. And now the whole room disappears as she looks in his eyes across the table. She cannot see anyone else, it’s like they are the only people in this big hall. Like it should have been. Him and Her.

JJ and Kie.

Kiara shakes her head. No, she has to move on now, she has to stop focusing on past. Their past. She has to accept that right now she is watching him getting married to another girl.

read first chapter on ao3

#jiara #jiara fanfiction #jiara fic #outer banks #obx #jj x kiara #jj x kie #jj maybank #kiara carrera #my writing #yeah i have finally gathered courage to post a fic that was on my mind since summer

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bones-and-whatnot · 2 years

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Some years ago, dissatisfied by the lack of crockery pun-based characters in the game Cuphead, and in keeping with my love of Themes, I created several of my own (including the prerequisite “What are Cuphead and Mugman’s parents like?”), largely inspired by the Van Beuren studio’s “The Picnic Panic”. I had stored them away, but upon seeing posts of other’s characters of similar variety, I was inspired to dig them back up. Without further ado, this is the Comestible Container Crew.

Java Joe: The Cup brothers’ father. A tough-talking, rapscallion coffee pot from the streets. Likes to gamble/take risks. Acts more like Cuphead, looks more like Mugman. Blue/teal coloring. The rest of the crew (with the exception of Cuppa) are lifelong friends of his, all of whom grew up in similar impoverished circumstances.

Cuppa Teasdale: The Cup brothers’ mother. Elder Kettle’s polite and proper teapot daughter. Likes to explore. Acts more like Mugman, looks more like Cuphead. Red/orange coloring.

Sugar Lump: A violent, prideful sugar bowl who wields the spoon in his head like a bat or club.

Creamo DeCrop: A skillful, kind, helpful pitcher of cream.

Pinch and Dash: A pair of mischievous, troublemaking salt-and-pepper shaker twins.

Bottle Boy: An energetic, chipper bottle who frequently removes his head.

Jar Mason: A shy jar.

Jolly Jug: A boisterous, helpful jug. One of the tallest members. Doesn’t talk.

Soupy: A lazy bowl. He and Jolly are the “brawn”- when he can actually be talked into doing it.

Fryface: Cankid’s older, (slightly) more responsible frying pan friend who tries to keep him out of trouble. Still hot-tempered, though.

Cankid: A small, young, scrappy can who acts tougher than he is and tries to take on bigger people.

#one of the posts I saw had a character named very similarly to java joe as the brothers’ dad #and another parent pair (pairent) with totally different names but seemingly a similar…vibe? dynamic?#anyway if either of those people see this I really hope they don’t think I copied them because I swear I didn’t #both their work seems very cool from what I’ve seen and were big factors in me gathering up the courage #to finally put these characters out there #cuphead #cuphead ocs #cuphead dont deal with the devil #roll the bones #bones’ writing

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jackiebrackettt · 2 years

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ghostkicks means so much to me and I am always somewhat viewing their interactions through a “I think they are qpr dating” lens but i don’t want to tag or preface all my ghostkicks posts with “ghostkicks” bc like.. often when I post about them the nature of their relationship doesn’t matter. BUT it means that I only have like 1 actual good content post for them out in the wild and the rest is just me using the name as shorthand bc it’s a post where that doesn’t matter o(-(

#finally gathered the courage to check out the tag and it’s just 50% me #but little of that is actual content you’d be searching a tag for #I DON’T EVEN TAG THEM it just shows up bc I don’t censor the name in the post #o(-(

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twstowo · 3 months

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Bro you can't just make a forehead kissing post and NOT do the rest of the characters 😭🙏 /j

No but actually can you do the first years? I like to imagine all this started with a dare from one of them coughcoughACEcough and now Yuu's just going around sniping all their friends' foreheads with their lips

♡︎ You are right anon, I will redeem myself by doing all the characters.

♡︎ Includes: First Years

[Here]☆[Second years]☆[Third Years]☆[One final forehead kiss]

The quest for giving everyone a forehead kiss began when you stumbled upon Ace, deeply engrossed in his thoughts. His hair danced in the gentle breeze, adding an extra layer of charm to his profile. Unable to resist, you tried to slowly approach him without making any sound, trying your best to catch him by surprise and when you came close enough to him you interrupted his daydreaming with a tender forehead kiss.

"What was that for?" he laughed, his response oozing with self-assurance. And to be fair his smug demeanour grated on your nerves, you just gave him a forehead kiss and he reacted like that? No, way! He needed a reality check!

"If you didn't appreciate it, I'll just find Deuce and shower him with forehead kisses instead!" you told him, enjoying the surprise in Ace's widened eyes. Unwilling to back down, he rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Go ahead! Kiss the entire school's forehead! See if I care." Those words struck a chord, prompting you to turn on your heel and leave him to his own devices. You were going to make him regret saying those words.

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⋆⋅☆Deuce:

As soon as you kiss his forehead, he becomes a mess. He touches the spot you just kissed, trying to form any coherent words. Just show him your forehead and tap it, as if telling him to kiss you back, he turns red but kisses you as quickly as he sees you gesture for him to kiss you, as if he always wanted to do that. His hand cups your face, tenderly caressing your cheeks without even thinking.

He daydreams about these moments for the next few weeks.

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⋆⋅☆Jack:

Feeling extremely embarrassed by the unexpected gesture, he avoids eye contact and looks everywhere but your face. After a while, he musters the courage to thank you, and then you both find yourselves in a silent, awkward moment. If you linger without leaving, he eventually gathers more courage and asks if you'd like a forehead kiss in return. If you agree, he gives you a quick kiss, followed by a gentle pat on the head.

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⋆⋅☆Epel:

Finds himself in an internal struggle, Epel wrestles with various thoughts. Does your gesture mean you see him as cute? Is it an affront to his masculinity? Does he need to step up his game? Swiftly, he decides to take action, pulling you by the waist and delivering a surprisingly passionate kiss. Once he's done, he turns as red as you, contemplating the consequences of his impulsive move.

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⋆⋅☆Ortho:

He is so happy with your forehead kiss that he starts to delve into an explanation of the significance behind various types of kisses. He proceeds to suggest the kinds of kisses you should bestow upon his brother. At this point, he's essentially delivering a lecture on the art of kissing. Idia passes behind the two of you and overhears the conversation, for the next week you can’t find him anywhere, he is way too embarrassed to show up in front of you.

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⋆⋅☆Sebek:

Grateful to the Seven for the unforgettable moment, Sebek cherishes your gesture, vowing to remember it for the rest of his life. Then he proceeds to tell you that your actions are obscene and that you shouldn't just kiss him like that out of nowhere. Throughout the week, he can't shake off the memory, and whenever he encounters you, he blushes, scowls, and quickly turns away, unable to contain his embarrassment.

#twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst reader #twst x reader #x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #jack howl #epel felmier #epel x reader #ortho shroud #twst sebek #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt

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abcjxyzyeo · 2 months

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Mr Brightside.

summary; Ever since you joined the gaang, Zuko had kept his eye on you. Even tho he hasn't officially joined your team, he thought you were kind, sweet, and good looking. But unfortunately for him, his mind tormented him with thoughts of you and Sokka, assuming you two were a couple. When he finally joined, he tried to make a move but yet it only confirmed his fears. Until...

Pairing; Zuko x afab!Reader(romantic) , Sokka x afab!Reader(platonic)

AN; !!!!! first post !!!!! Kinda nervy writing this cuz it's my first time writing something but I been on my avatar shiiii so yk I gotta do what I gotta do !! Anyways yea this is like kinda sorta based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers but it's also like not ?? And again it's my first time writing so the plot and dialogue and everything abt it is def messy and possibly rushed but pshh enjoy !! And also not to be a lil spoiler but ofc Zuko and y/n get together in the end 😘😘😘

Warning; Angst(???), F!reader(mentioned !!), sex and sexual implications(???) idfk 😭😭😭

Zuko paced back and forth, unsure what to do. You were the only thing on his mind, it bothered him and he had to do something about it. But yet ever since that day when you two first met, Zuko couldn't let go of the fact you were probably Sokka's girl. But he couldn't let go of your kindness, you sat and cried next to his uncle that had just been struck with lightning. But obviously, his emotions getting the better of him, he shot fire at you and Katara. He watched as Sokka grabbed your hand and waist pulling you up and running away. But eventually when he had gathered all his courage(which took a while) and his strength he walked up to you.

Comin' out of my cage and I been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

"Hey y/n." he grimly uttered

"Zuko! Hey! Why so down? Did someone die?" you chuckled to yourself

"Uh n-no. I was just wond-"

Just when he was about to admit his feelings, here came the killer of all his courage. Strutting with intensifying ego. Sokka. With widened eyes, Zuko stared as Sokka scooped you up and twirled you around. Wrapping your beautiful arms around his neck and burying your head with them. Zuko looked down and saw his hands firmly carry you while holding your ass. A twinge of pain and jealousy struck his intestines hard and fierce.

"What's on your mind?" You said with immense joy in your voice, but yet not looking Zuko in the eyes. Your attention now only focused on Sokka staring into his dazzling eyes.

"Uh, can I talk to you.. alone." Staring dejectedly at Sokka, and he simply shrugs, setting y/n down and walking away.

Zuko can tell you are obviously annoyed, and it worries him. Maybe he isn't wrong and you and Sokka are a thing, his palms start to become slick with sweat and he lets out an exasperated sigh with a low flame following.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

You watch as Zuko walks intensely closer, invading all your personal space. It wasn't a problem with you but it was definitely confusing. Zuko opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Letting out a groan of frustration, he made a quick fast move. Grabbing the back of your neck and the small of your back, pulling you in and landing his lips on yours. At first for one mere second you found yourself kissing him back for a second, but when you came to your senses you pushed him off. Zuko falling flat on his butt and looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Zuko what the hell?" You yell trying to shake off the weird feeling in your gut

"Y/n I'm sorry!" He tries to yell while you turn and run towards Sokka, great, you just kissed some guys girlfriend, he thought. "Ugh, I can't believe how stupid I am!" pitiful tears welled up in his eyes before he violently wiped them before they could even think of spilling out of his delicate eyes, god that was embarrassing. He got up and threw himself in his tent to try and take a nap to even forget what he did.

Now I'm fallin' asleep and she's callin' a cab While he's havin' a smoke and she's takin' a drag Now they're goin' to bed and my stomach is sick And it's all in my head

Zuko throws the sheets off of him, sitting up in a cold sweat. He wipes the sweat off the back of his neck.

"Shit," he utters

He kept having weird dreams about you and Sokka, as if he was looking right at you two, having to watch a repeating nightmare of the girl of his dreams get taken by another guy. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Clutching his stomach that's tied in all forms of tight painful knots making his throat slick with spit. Maybe if he just thought of anything else he would have some form of nice sleep.

But she's touchin' his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look, it's killin' me And takin' control

Zuko was having yet another horrid nightmare, but it felt all too real. He had left his tent and made his way to yours to apologize for stepping over lines. Weird noises, smells, and heats emitted from your tent though. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it up, horrified at the scene in front of him. A topless Sokka laid over you on the ground, he was carefully stripping you of all your clothes. You looking over and making straight eye contact with Zuko as Sokka slides himself in.

Zuko shoots his upper body up covering his eyes and yelling. Softly opening up his eyes he realizes it was all a bad dream. But oh God what if that's actually happening? He wipes the sweat off his forehead and swiftly got up and out of his tent in one motion.

Jealousy, turnin' saints into the sea Swimmin' through sick lullabies Chokin' on your alibis

Zukos eyes landed on Sokka watching you practice your earth bending. He slipped down into a spot next to Sokka and blissfully watched a girl he can never have. He looked at Sokka through his peripheral vision, that very familiar pinch of jealousy hitting close to home.

"You're a lucky guy," he uttered

That caught Sokka by surprise and he laughed

"What?"

"Y/n, look how talented she is! And she's kind and pretty, and she's yours."

This caused Sokka to laugh even harder

"Lighten up Zuko! Y/n isn't my girlfriend, she's just a close friend of mine being Suki's sister and all. I see Suki a lot in Y/n and according to Azula with Suki in prison it's nice to still have a piece of her somewhere."

But it's just the price I pay Destiny is callin' me

This caused Zukos eyes to widen fiercely. Everything he had worried about simply drifted away, even if you had rejected him he still felt worlds better. A giant boulder sized relief fell of his shoulders.

Y/n saw Zuko and Sokka sitting together and waved to both the boys with a happy smile, walking up to them and nodding Sokka off. Leaving the earth bender and the fire bender alone. Before you could say anything Zuko shot up from the floor.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant to overstep any boundaries I just thought-"

He was cut off by the feeling of lips on his own

"You talk too much," you giggled "I'm sorry for brushing you off earlier I was just caught by surprise and I was nervous. But I do like you Zuko."

Zuko smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into yet another kiss.

"I like you too."

Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

#zuko #prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko x reader #sokka #atla sokka #sokka/zuko

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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Anakin with a corruption kink? Y/N’s really sweet and introverted and Anakin can’t stop but think in every single sexual thing he wants to do to her

obvious cw for corruption kink/mentions of virgin!reader, don’t like don’t read.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he'd take so much sick, twisted pleasure in explaining different sexual acts to you. he likes watching you squirm, he likes watching your eyes go wide and your lips get all puffy and raw as you bite them to death, he likes watching you squeeze your thighs together like you can stop that insatiable ache between them. like he doesn't know what you're doing, like you're being subtle about it. you're not.

the grosser the sex act, the better. he starts you off by just asking whether you're familiar with different positions, but it gets progressively worse. he'll ask first about something simple like missionary or doggy, and if you know either one, he calls you dirty. like his thoughts aren't a thousand times worse, like he's not imagining you bound and gagged and covered in cum. but it works, he sees you inwardly cringe, he sees you get all flustered and shameful, and he loves it.

"you'd look good in a piledriver, baby. your neck all bent and achy, your hips up for me to fuck into. i'd get deeper, y'know, if your hips were up." he pats a rough hand on your hip, "i could fuck your needy hole so much better if I just-" / "anakin-!" / "what, you're getting all weird now? come on, it's just sex. everyone does it. except for you, huh? you've got a tight little virgin pussy, don't you, angel? you gonna let me in?"

and that's just the beginning. wait until he starts branching out a little.

"you know what a rimjob is, baby?" he'll ask, an infuriating little smirk on his face as he waits for your stammered response. when you shake your head he scoffs, "didn't think so. you gonna let me do it to you, angel?" he knows what he's doing, the power he's holding over you by being so elusive about the actual act. but all you have to do to find out is ask, why won't you just ask him? when you finally manage to gather the courage to mumble, "what.. is it?" his face drops into this shit-eating, devilish smirk, and he grabs your hips, jostling the globes of your ass. 'well, i'd make you lay on your stomach, and i'd press my face into your pretty ass, and i'd lick it out, baby. you gonna let me get my tongue in there? 'gonna let me shove my fuckin' tongue inside your ass like it's your pussy?"

you make this horribly flustered noise that's some awful cross between a squawk and a scream, and try to wrestle your hips out of his hold to go bury your burning face somewhere that his eyes aren't privy to. but he's relentless, fighting past your bashfulness and pinning you down to the bed while leaning in to kiss your red-hot face.

"what," he croons with faux-sympathy, "you're all antsy now? that got you hot-and-bothered, didn't it, thinking about my tongue in there. you're dirty, aren't you?"

when you don't answer he kisses you, and he feels the way your cunt drags against his thigh without you meaning for it to. he gets off so much on being the one to get you this way for the first time, and he's more than happy to mumble dirty shit in your mouth while he's licking it out.

"you're a nasty girl, y'know that? m'gonna put my tongue in you baby, like this-" he demonstrates with the slack ring of your lips, squeezing your cheeks until they form a hole and fucking his tongue inside to lap at your own while you helplessly grind against him, "fuck, i can feel you shivering. you like it when i talk nasty to you?"

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker scenario #anakin skywalker oneshot #anakin skywalker one-shot #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin skywalker headcanon #anakin skywalker headcanons #anakin skywalker hcs #anakin skywalker hc #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker fanfic #anakin skywalker fic #anakin skywalker blurb #anakin skywalker drabble #anakin skywalker dialogue #anakin skywalker fluff #anakin skywalker smut

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edenesth · 3 months

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The Way to His Heart [11]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.7k

Trigger Warnings: gore, implied mutilation

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

Part 10 | Fic Masterlist | Part 12

Hearing the cessation of all the screams, one of the royal guards gathered the courage to enter the chamber and check on Seonghwa, "Sir, are you done?"

Upon entering, he had yet to witness the state in which the former minister was left. The general stood before his victim, actively wiping all the blood off his hands with a towel prepared beforehand, "It's done. Has my assistant arrived to pick me up?"

"Yes, sir. Assistant Choi is waiting with your carriage by the entrance. If I remember correctly, he mentioned Lady Park helped prepare dinner today." A smile instantly graced your husband's face at the mere mention of you.

"Thank you, soldier. Bring in the rest and clean up the mess," He instructed, finally stepping away from the seat in the middle of the room, revealing the sight of your father slumped in the chair, both of his arms missing, blood gushing out from his shoulders, "Get him to a physician before banishing him. No need to treat him extensively; heal him just enough to keep him alive."

Freezing, the guard nodded quickly, "Y-yes, sir! We will not let you down!" His round eyes fixated on the two mutilated limbs on the ground in the middle of the puddle of crimson liquid.

The general was truly not someone to be underestimated, that was evident to the royal guards who filed in later on to clean up the bloody mess. They now understood why Seonghwa was so feared among those who had worked with him or witnessed his cold-blooded nature firsthand.

However, rather than instilling pure terror, your husband garnered more respect from them. He had gone to great lengths just to avenge his beloved wife. This demonstrated that the man still possessed a heart after all and that his affection for Lady Park was undeniable. He has proven that he could love just as fiercely as he hated.

Not a single member of the palace staff harboured even a hint of pity for the former Minister of Military Affairs as they dealt with his mangled body according to instructions. Any citizen with access to news was aware of all the cruel acts the old man had committed against his own daughter and first wife. It was safe to say that witnessing him in this state brought ample satisfaction not only to the general but to others as well.

"Sir, there's a bit of blood here."

The assistant extended his handkerchief, ensuring his master was free from any signs of bloodshed as they returned home. The last thing they all needed was for you to catch on to any of the events that occurred today; you should only focus on happiness and never spare another thought for your so-called family from now onwards.

"Thank you, Jongho," The general responded, taking the piece of fabric to remove the small bloodstain on his neck, "Keep me posted on where they banished that clown afterwards. It would be nice to check in on him once in a while, for entertainment purposes."

"Yes, sir."

Upon entering the estate, he was surprised not to find you waiting for him by the entrance, as was your usual routine when he returned from work. Only the head maid and a few servants stood there, ready to greet him, "Welcome home, master. We hope you had a good day at work." They said with a deep bow.

Seonghwa frowned, "Where's the mistress?" The elderly woman replied, "Mistress is currently at the main hall having a chat with Royal Secretary Choi while they were awaiting your return."

That immediately had the general rushing towards the hall. He didn't like the thought of you alone with... yet another handsome man. He had finally grown accustomed to having Yunho around the estate whenever he was at work, only because the two of you rarely interacted; he knew that thanks to daily reports from Eunsook. Now, jealousy was flooding his veins again.

What if you found San more attractive?

"Yes, I fully understand your concern. My sister faces similar issues," The royal secretary's voice carried from outside the hall, and then your softer response followed, "Thank you so much for your help, San. It means a lot to me."

They're already on a first-name basis?

"Help? With what?" He queried, abruptly pulling you and the secretary from your conversation. Both of you looked up at him, and you blinked and stammered nervously, quickly rising from your seat, "Oh, Seonghwa! You're home! It's nothing, we were just having a casual conversation while waiting for you."

Sensing your unease, San chuckled and concurred, "Yes, it was nothing important. It's good that you're back; I've come to deliver the minutes of today's assembly to you, as per His Majesty's orders."

"Please don't let me interrupt; I'll be waiting for you at the dining hall," You remarked to your husband, offering a nod of gratitude to the secretary, "It was nice talking to you, Royal Secretary Choi," The man respectfully bowed his head, "And you, Lady Park."

The general watched the interaction between you two with unmistakable envy, causing San to suppress a snicker into his fist, "Without further ado, general, let's proceed so that you can join your wife for dinner as soon as possible," Seonghwa nodded, feigning nonchalance, "Of course."

As the secretary continued to share the main details discussed during the assembly, he noticed the general's slight distraction. Wrapping up the debrief, he decided to ease your husband's thoughts by divulging the nature of your earlier conversation.

"Listen, before you came back, Lady Park and I were just talking about her concerns regarding being a better wife. Given that my elder sister, who is married, shares similar worries, I was merely offering some insights that might be helpful. So, don't stress over it too much, okay? I assure you, you're the only one on her mind."

Learning that you were only seeking to improve yourself for him, Seonghwa's heart melted immediately. Regret washed over him for entertaining the notion that you might find his colleague more appealing, and a slight embarrassment crept in, "I, uhh... it's not like I was worried about that or anything... but thank you, San. If that's all for today, Jongho will escort you out."

The secretary held back his knowing smile as they bid each other farewell before the general made his way to the dining hall. His heart pounded with excitement at the thought of being with you again.

Dinner went by as usual, though this time, you were brimming with enthusiasm as you shared how you spent the day learning to prepare his favourite dishes from the kitchen staff. You even mentioned the surprising discovery that you might have developed a love for cooking. He ate more than usual, savouring the fact that the meal was made just for him, and found it difficult to take his eyes off of you throughout the night.

He had once considered happiness to be a frivolous notion, something only fools wished for. He never anticipated being the one to experience it. Now that he had, your husband was determined not to lose this newfound feeling.

With your family matters now resolved, the only thing remaining was to give you the grand wedding you truly deserved. From then on, the plan was to enjoy a lifetime of this happiness together. Watching you munching away with joy, he couldn't resist reaching over to affectionately wipe the corner of your lips. At that moment, he realised that this was all he needed.

After the meal, he walked you back to the House of Lotus, hand in hand as usual. Upon reaching the entrance, you smiled up at him, "Have a good night, Seonghwa."

However, before you could turn and leave, he swiftly cupped your face, "Wait, before you go..." Your heart quickened as he leaned in, whispering, "Just one kiss, my love."

Almost instinctively, your eyes fluttered closed as soon as his lips met yours in a tender kiss. The warmth spread through your insides as he wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss by angling his head.

Feeling the sensation of his lips pressing against yours, again and again, you finally understood why couples enjoyed kissing. It was hard to put into words, but being so close to him felt pleasant, and your husband had a unique way of making you feel beautiful with his touches, even when you doubted it yourself. There was an almost addictive quality to it, making you feel like the luckiest woman in the world to be desired by the great General Park.

Perhaps I've found it... my happiness.

After breaking the kiss for a breath, he leaned his forehead against yours, a smile adorning his face as he looked down at you lovingly. In silence, the two of you remained in each other's arms, basking in the moment, reluctant to part.

Unfortunately, the moment was cut short as your assigned group of servants approached, "Oh, pardon us for the intrusion, master and mistress! We came to assist in preparing the mistress for bed. May we proceed, master? Or, if you wish to stay with the mistress, we could also make arrangements for both of you for the night in the House of Lotus."

His heart raced as he witnessed the faint blush on your cheeks in response to the maid's suggestion. Chuckling, he gently shook his head and placed a kiss on your forehead, "No, the mistress needs her rest. Perhaps another time. Go on ahead then; she will join you soon."

"Yes, master, as you wish."

The servants entered your quarters to prepare your bath while you exchanged your goodnight. Caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, he couldn't resist leaning in for a final, lingering kiss on your soft lips, "Goodnight, my love. I'll see you tomorrow."

As you made your way to your room, he felt a swell of affection watching you turn for one last wave before disappearing inside. He missed you already, and as much as he would have loved to hold you close all night, he knew that waiting until your proper wedding night to share the same bed was the right decision. For now, this was more than enough. After all, he had the rest of his life to spend with you.

"Thank goodness the ointment has been remarkably effective. I don't think you need to harbour any insecurities about your appearance anymore. Lady Park, you look beautiful." said Physician Jung as he arrived to assess the condition of your skin. Having you apply the medicine he prepared for some time, he recognised that his work here would soon be done.

Eunsook couldn't contain the grin on her face at the slight pink dusting your cheeks from the doctor's compliment, suddenly relieved that her master was not around. Lord knows how unamused he would have been to hear any of that or see your reaction.

"Yes, thank you, Yunho. She's always been ravishing with or without your ointment. I think your job here is done; it's my turn to enhance this beauty. Head over to the general's study for your pay if that's all," The doctor couldn't resist rolling his eyes at the dressmaker's dramatic entrance, "It's nice to see you too, Hongjoong."

With a dismissive wave, he shrugged off the sarcastic greeting from his tall friend, saying, "I'll catch up with you soon; I have work to do." Left with no other choice, Yunho offered one final bow to you before leaving your room with a maid escorting him out.

Closing the distance between you, the dressmaker swiftly retrieved the new hanbok he had made specifically for the special occasion today, declaring, "Now, who is ready to outshine all the princesses in the palace? It's you, Lady Park!"

"Outshine the princesses? I d-don't think that's a good idea—"

He interrupted you before you could finish your protest, "Nonsense! I promised General Park to make you the most beautiful woman in all of Joseon." With a small giggle, you sighed in defeat and allowed him to work his magic with the assistance of the head maid as they coordinated your appearance for your visit to the palace.

Today marked the day you and Seonghwa were meeting the King and Queen to discuss the details of your wedding ceremony in-depth, as well as allowing the royal couple to finally meet you after having heard so much about you. Even without having seen you, they already adored you from the stories your husband had shared. Not to mention, their hearts ached, especially after learning about your nightmarish childhood.

Seated at the vanity table, you gazed at your reflection in amazement as Eunsook worked on your hair and makeup, with Hongjoong providing expert advice and guidance. Just as the elderly woman was about to conceal the remaining faint scars on your face as she had always done, the dressmaker intervened, "No, wait. Leave the one on her forehead as it is; I have an idea."

With his extensive knowledge of fashion and beauty, he had always been intrigued by the Chinese makeup style, which incorporated temporary tattoos. Specifically, he was drawn to the idea of a small flower design painted onto women's foreheads.

Rather than covering your marks, he opted to transform them into an accessory that would improve your overall looks. With this distinctive look, you were bound to capture attention from all directions, not that your beauty didn't already achieve that. Now, you would stand out wherever you went, even within the palace grounds where princesses and royal concubines were always impeccably dressed.

Waiting by the entrance, Seonghwa turned when he recognised the sound of your dainty footsteps approaching. He didn't miss his assistant's awestruck expression, taking in your appearance from behind him, "Finally, Hongjoong's taken way too long..."

As you stepped into full view, his words trailed off, and his gaze fixed on you with a mix of astonishment and sheer admiration. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he couldn't find the words to express what he felt. You had always been beautiful in his eyes, but his friend had truly outdone himself this time.

The most significant difference that caught the general's attention was the little red flower on your forehead, right between your eyes. That delicate design elegantly covered one of the scars you bore from your past. It was a stroke of genius from the dressmaker, turning a mark of pain into a unique and striking accessory that enhanced your natural beauty.

Your husband approached you, his eyes never leaving yours. Finally finding his voice, he whispered, "You look breathtaking, my love," before gently reaching up to trace the edge of the flower on your forehead, his touch soft and filled with so much love, "Hongjoong, you've done wonders."

The dressmaker grinned proudly and nodded in agreement, "I know, I always do."

Throughout the journey to the palace, the general found it hard to divert his gaze from you, just as you were captivated by the passing scenery outside. The roads to the palace differed from the usual routes leading to town, explaining your intrigue. As he admired your beautiful face, an unexpected desire surged within him to take you back home and shield you from others' eyes. A sudden uncertainty about wanting anyone else to see you overcame him. A selfish impulse urged him to keep you all to himself.

Before he could entertain the impulsive idea of turning the carriage around, Jongho had already announced their arrival. This time, Eunsook didn't bother to stand by and assist you down, instead waiting expectantly as the general smoothly helped you in one swift movement, determined to keep you close.

Having been here more than enough, Seonghwa knew this place might appear beautiful on the inside but could be very dangerous at the same time. People here might seem nice but rarely could be trusted, particularly the women. Well aware of this, he hesitated to let you wander off alone, despite your status as his wife. You were easily recognisable as Lady Park from a distance, anyone would have to be insane to dare mess with you.

Even so, he had no intention of leaving your side for even a moment. Palace servants passing by bowed deeply at both of you, and you did your best to maintain the poise of a noblewoman as practised with the head maid. The last thing you wanted was to make your husband look bad in here.

As you both approached the hall for the meeting with His and Her Majesty, the royal secretary rushed out to intercept the two of you. Almost as if your husband had jinxed it, San exclaimed, "There you are, General Park! We have a bit of a situation right now. Your immediate presence is required at an emergency meeting."

"But my wife—"

Finally realising you were present, the secretary bowed, "Oh, right, Lady Park! We're all aware you're here to discuss your wedding arrangements, but this really cannot wait. Even His Majesty is currently in this meeting expecting you. Would it be alright if we have your wife waiting by the cherry blossom garden? We'll have the servants prepare her some refreshments."

As much as Seonghwa detested the sudden change of plans, he acknowledged that he was left with no choice upon sensing the urgency in San's demeanour. With a nod of defeat, he agreed, "Okay, fine. Eunsook, please stay by the mistress' side at all times."

She nodded with a bow, "Of course, master."

Turning to you with a regretful frown etched on his brows, he said, "I'm sorry for having to leave you alone, my love. I'll come back to you as quickly as I can, I promise."

You shook your head with an understanding smile, "Don't worry about me, Seonghwa. I'll be fine. Your work is more important. Now hurry and go. Don't make His Majesty wait." Sighing lightly, he pecked you on the head before rushing off with the royal secretary.

"Lady Park, please come with us. We will guide you to the cherry blossom garden."

A team of palace maids appeared before you, showing you as much respect as they would towards royalty. Your status and reputation were well-known nationwide; you were favoured not only by your husband but also by the King and Queen themselves. No one would dare to disrespect you for fear of dire consequences.

Their dedication was evident in the top-tier hospitality as they led you to the enchanting garden, unlike anything you had ever seen. After thanking them politely, they prepared a seat for you in one of the pavilions within the vast garden, serving a tray of tea and some sophisticated-looking snacks.

Boredom eventually set in, and you glanced at one of the palace maids standing ready by the pavilion for any orders you might have for her, "Excuse me, would it be okay for me to take a walk around the garden?"

"Oh, certainly, Lady Park! Feel free to explore the garden as you please. Would you like any of us to accompany you?" Smiling and glancing at Eunsook, you declined, "No, thank you. We'll manage on our own. We won't be gone too long; you have my word."

"Thank you, Lady Park. Your assurance is appreciated; we'll await your return here." They bowed deeply as you and the head maid began your leisurely stroll.

As you wandered through the picturesque garden, marvelling at the vibrant colours of the flowers, you inadvertently caught the eye of a stranger who happened to be nearby. Your beauty, accentuated by the mark on your forehead, captivated the attention of this mysterious figure. What intrigued him even more was the unmistakable childlike innocence reflected in your eyes.

From a distance, he observed you with awe. The way you carried yourself, the genuine delight on your face as you admired the flowers and scenery—it all conveyed a sense of authenticity. Unlike anyone he had encountered, you seemed untouched by pretentiousness or spoiled airs.

Driven by an unexplainable urge to get closer, the stranger slowly made his way towards you, navigating through the enchanting garden. His curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't resist the desire to learn more about the intriguing woman who had captured his attention.

Unaware of the approaching figure as you immersed yourself in the beauty of the flowers, a clearing of the throat behind you signalled his presence. Eunsook, recognising the newcomer, widened her eyes and began to bow, but he gestured for her to remain silent with a finger against his lips and a subtle shake of his head.

Interrupting the tranquillity, the unexpected deep voice spoke, "It's beautiful, isn't it? Do you know what cherry blossoms symbolise?"

Startled, you turned to find a handsome man dressed elegantly, smiling down at you. After a moment of surprise, you nodded, "I do. I've read that they symbolise purity and beauty."

The man acknowledged, "That's right, much like you, my lady."

Concern flickered in the head maid's eyes, realising that the stranger might be unaware of your identity and possibly attempting to make a romantic gesture. Before matters could escalate, she decided to intervene, "Allow me to express our deepest respect, Your Highness. This is Lady Park, the esteemed wife of General Park. Mistress, may I present to you Prince Yeosang."

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Seonghwa's eyes widened as they approached the War and Strategy Department building, where soldiers were marching about hastily, "Wait a minute, don't tell me—"

The royal secretary had no time to explain as he pulled the general into the meeting room where all military officials were seated and awaiting anxiously. The King, positioned in the middle of the room, sighed deeply upon noticing your husband's arrival.

"You're here, General Park. Is your wife also in the palace?" His Majesty asked, rubbing his head to alleviate an oncoming headache.

Seonghwa nodded in confirmation and inquired, "Yes, she is. She's waiting by the cherry blossom garden as we speak. Now, tell me. What is it? What has happened?"

With regret in his eyes, the King grimaced, "I'm so sorry, my boy. It seems your wedding will have to wait. Relations with the neighbouring nation, Ruhon, have not been very good lately. I fear war is inevitable this time, and... we need you."

Just wanted to make it clear that Ruhon is a fictional country. I've thought about it and decided it's probably best not to use real places for fear of offending anyone.

As always, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts! <3

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CRAZY EX P.2 (click here to read part 1)

Synopsis: The one where you and your ex talk it out

Warnings: mentions of past betrayal, yandere tendencies(not super crazy) , pussy eating, hair pulling, praising, 2 jk povs, jk "asks" for forgiveness.

Pairing: Dom!jk x fem!reader

a/n: last part to this! enjoy it :)

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JK'S POV:

My eyes grow heavy as i scroll through her instagram posts for what felt like the 100th time. Was she really this happy without me?

I figured after last weekends little fiasco she'd be hooked on me all over again, but she wasn't. In fact she's ignored every single call i sent her. There's no way she wasn't thinking about me.

The thought makes me click out of instagram and tell siri to call y/n. The phone dials a couple times before it goes straight to voicemail. I roll my eyes in annoyance as i stand up. Why the fuck did she give me her number if she wasn't even gonna answer my calls?

I slip on my shoes and jacket for the cold weather and grab my car keys. I remembered where she lived very well, and if she wasn't gonna talk to me over the phone, i'd show up unannounced.

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Y/N'S POV:

Three loud knocks on my front door startle me out of my sleep. Instinctively placing my hand over my chest in fear. Who the fuck was at my apartment this late at night?

I search around my bed for my phone, throwing my pillows and blankets around as i search. When i finally find it i click it on in a hurry. The time reading "11:31 p.m" , The multiple missed calls from jungkook don't go unnoticed and i groan mentally. Just because i gave him my number didn't mean he had to call every second of the day.

The knocks sound again and i get up, slowly walking over to my door in fear that it was a intruder. I keep my phone in my hand, scared that I may have to dial 911 for the first time.

I unlock the door without thinking and it flings open, jungkook rushing inside as if he's been waiting all night. I note that this is the last time i'll be unlocking my door without checking the peephole.

He looks at me in anger, as if i did something wrong. "Why the fuck haven't you answered my calls?" I almost laugh at the emphasis he puts on the curse word. "Why the fuck are you at my house this late at night?" I ask, slightly mocking him.

He slaps his palm on his forehead, motioning for me to close the door. I look at him without a word, quietly deciding if i should force him to get out, but i don't.

I slowly close my door, locking it as he sits on the couch. "Look before you say anythi-" he cuts me off automatically. "I'm not here to argue with you- i.. i want you back with you y/n" he states, his voice filled with disappointment.

I roll my eyes right in his face. I wasn't dumb, the multiple calls to my phone were enough to tell me he wanted a second chance. "Jungkook.. we broke up for a reason." i say, finally gathering the courage to take a seat next to him on my couch.

"not to mention you payed my friend!" i say, my voice suddenly raising. "You payed my friend just so you could get me alone! Are you insane?" I hadn't forgotten about last weekend, what he did was fucked up. I hadn't talked to my bestfriend since then, the event causing me to question how real our friendship was.

He lets out a sigh at my words. "Well.. i" he mutters, sticking his face into his hands. He knew it was true, and he knew it was wrong.

After a while he sticks his head up, looking at me with a expression i couldn't quiet read. "I wanna make it up to you." he says, closing some of the distance between us on the couch.

I cross my arms, glaring at him. "How?" i say, looking him up and down as he moves closer.. again. "His hand falls onto my shoulder, gently massaging it. I slowly shake my head, moving my shoulder away from his grip.

"Sex isn't the answer for everything jungkook, last week was.. that was a one time thing." i say, my mind flooding with images of what happened the other weekend. I shake the thoughts away as soon as they appear.

"Not gonna fuck you." he says, moving onto his knees in front of me as he parts my thighs, pushing my back onto the couch. "Gonna show you how sorry I am.." i let out a sigh, i was going to regret this, i could feel it. For now, i'd just enjoy the moment.

He looks at me, awaiting some sign of approval this time unlike the last. I give him a nod, giving him the green light to pull off my shorts.

JK'S POV:

I run my tounge over my lip as I pull off her underwear as well, sitting up for a moment to lean over her. "Open your mouth." she obeys me, like always. I take the opportunity to stuff her soaked underwear into her mouth, moving back onto my knees afterward.

"Know you missed me eating this little cunt." i say, my dick hardening at the sight of it, her pussy already wet before I even lay a finger on her.

I lift her thigh so her foot rests on the couch before i wrap my lips around her clit, moaning into her cunt as she grabs my hair.

She tugs on it hard and i let her. She deserved it after all the shit i'd been putting her through this week. Blowing up her phone like that was a little bit far.

"S-Shit.. just like that koo-" The feeling of her pulling on my hair was enough to make me bring my hand down to my pants, palming myself over my clothes. I don't think my dick could get any harder than it already was.

The more she moans the sloppier my tounge gets, licking and sucking wherever i could. The sight was so vulgar i wanted to pull out my phone and record her, show everyone how much she really wanted me behind closed doors.

Blowing on her clit lightly, i chuckle as she lets out a whine. "Don't tease me" her voice was soft, reminding me how different we both were from each other. Even more reason as to why she was so perfect for me. "Be patient baby, i'll make you cum"

I stuff my head back between her legs, my tounge dipping in and out of her hole. I don't let my eyes leave her face, obsessed with the way her mouth hung open.

I push a finger in without a warning, biting my lip as she squeals, her hand grabbing my wrist. "I can't- fuck" i watch as tears roll down her cheeks, proud at the fact i was making her feel so good she couldn't do anything but cry and moan like a little whore.

"You can take it baby, sit back" i say, using my other hand to push her back on the couch as her cunt spasms around my finger. I bring my head back down, not wanting to miss the opportunity to have her cumming on my face for the first time in months.

"That's it, cum for me." i mumble into her pussy, my words barely even audible. It's not long until she's squirming on the couch above me, cumming on my face just how i wanted.

It's takes a minute for me to finally lift my head, but i do when her cries become louder than before. I place soft kisses on her leg, slowly lowering her foot back to the floor.

"You forgive me?" i say, my thumb caressing her cheek as i smile at her exhausted face. She gives me a small grin before she speaks "if i say yes will you stop blowing up my phone?"

I fake think about it for a minute and she pushes my shoulder playfully. "Maybe" is all i say, and she gives me a nod. "I'll take that" she says, placing a soft kiss to my lips.

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