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gremlingottoosilly · 5 months

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very surprised that the lovefool AU didn't have König spanking the reader while making her count every hit in German, starting over everytime she messes up 😵‍💫

GERMAN LESSONS

Your kidnapper decided to refresh your knowledge of German numbers. Unfortunately for you, Konig doesn't appreciate failure. TW and tags: Spanking, non-con, kidnapping, power imbalance, controlling yandere Konig, size difference, fingering

You messed up.

At this point, you’re not even sure what set König – your kidnapper, as you learned to never forget – off. It might have been some slightly bratty comment, maybe your smile wasn’t cute and girlfriendly enough, maybe you were sleeping a bit too tight and refused to give him hug as he always made you do. It’s hard to predict him, with his mood swings going from almost being a loving boyfriend with an affinity for making you warm and nice for him up to a torturer who wants nothing but to punish your holes as harshly as possible.

You messed up, and you don’t even remember how – perhaps, this is what made your punishment even worse. König has a desire to make you answer to his every whim, and when you’re as much as resisting even one small thing…

— Fucking brat. I was too soft on you, ja?

He drags you to his lap, but it’s far from his regular affection. You could have expected kisses, maybe something else soft and pretty, maybe his hands hugging you firmly – but he drops you on his thighs like a dead weight, harsh hand pressing between your shoulder blades to make you lat flat. Ass up in the air, little clothes you had – only his shirt, of course, König fucking hated seeing his little captive girlfriend in actual clothes and not another of his sexual fantasies.

You sob, you whimper, and you’re trembling because this is the first time he is like this. Violent and cruel in the bedroom – yes, he was kinda beating you up in his basement, but you thought that he wouldn’t drag this to your shared bed. You hoped that the worst punishment you could take is his dick up your ass or a very violent mouth fucking – not this. You hoped for a punishment to be sex, not pain.

Not his huge hands striking you across your ass like you’re a bratty kid in need of a lesson.

— I thought you could be a proper girl for me, Schatz. I trusted you.

You’d say he sounds hurt, but you can recognize the sadistic gleam in his voice. König doesn’t even bother with preparing your skin first, he strikes as hard as he can – and you cry every freaking time because, oh god, it feels horrible, and you’re going to be sick, and you don’t know what to do except for crying your eyes out with every harsh slap across the plush flesh of your ass. Your skin jiggles with every strike, and his cruel laugh almost feels as painful as his hands.

— I’m sorry! Pl…please, don’t…god…

You whimper, crying, just a dumb girl for big bad König, who has all the power over you now. Giant hands enveloping your asscheeks only to strike harder, to land blows equally on both sides of your ass. There is nothing sexy about it – you only feel a burning sensation and sweet numbness every time they hit lands somewhere new, not tearing already exhausted flesh with new pain.

It’s like your bottom has been set on fire – he is preparing you for something far worse, you know, not even counting each strike.

He drags his hand all across the redness of your ass, making you whimper from pain. He chuckles, knowing just how utterly pathetic you look right now – poor girl, can barely even think about getting your mind in place as you can’t even try to think about his hands doing all of this. You want him to fucking stop touching you, but you know that the chances are slim. Non-existing even.

— Now, Schatz, it wasn’t that bad. Just a preparation.

If that was a preparation, you don’t want to know what a real one will feel like. You whimper, trying to get up from his lap – maybe, if you cry loud and long enough, he will think about stopping hurting you. Maybe, if you’re pathetic enough, you’ll have the chance for mercy. Maybe, if you’re able to distract him from hurting you, he will think of other options for your body.

Your hands are trying to reach his crotch – you don’t want to fuck him, but his dick is a far better punishment than his hands. You feel dirty when your hands are trying to hold onto his pants, taking them off as if you’re nothing but a depraved slut in need of a good pounding. Each ounce of dignity gets washed away as your hands softly palm his erection through his pants. Bastard is hard – you knew he was getting off from your pain, but being reminded of this so explicitly…

Only but he is striking you again, harsh palm against already swollen flesh. You yelp. You squirm. You cry.

Of course, he doesn’t really care.

— Being a slut won’t help you, dumb thing.

You sob, hands retracting back to being awkwardly placed in front of your face. Your position on his lap makes your cheeks burn – both of them, which is even more embarrassing. At this point, you aren’t even sure if you’d prefer him cutting your limbs off. Maybe it would at least feel less humiliating.

— I’m s…sorry, König, I…

He places a hand on your ass again. Softer this time, if only for a bit – your skin still stings as he continues to stroke your aching skin in a feeble attempt at reassuring. His hands are burning, and you don’t want to be touched like this, but even the slight human interaction is probably the only thing that will keep you sane right now. It might be pathetic, but just like a cat, you are crawling to meet the hand that has the power to softly cradle you. Like a domestic pet König made you to be, you hide your claws and present your rear to his touches. Maybe, he had enough. Maybe, this is over.

His hard-on pressing in your tummy tells you another story.

— Let’s do it this way, Schatzi.

His other hand goes to dig in your hair, holding your head high enough to make sure you’re listening. You whimper from pain pulsating in your scalp but don’t make a sound – terrified of making this moment of kindness short-lived.

— W-what?

You give him the answer because you’re a good pet, a trained one, because your captor expects nothing but perfect obedience, and you would do anything to make the pain stop. Too bad that your “anything” isn’t even nearly enough.

— Let’s teach you how to count, ja?

He tried teaching you German, bit by bit. Dragged you a bunch of kid's books, the simplest expression took you days to learn because every mistake would mean an even rougher round of fucking, and every perfectly pronounced word would mean yet another round of “lovemaking” – soon, you learned to stagger your progress perfectly, being the most mediocre captive student this country has ever saw. You might be dumb, but…ah, no, judging by König’s standards, that’s it.

You lick your lips, preparing for the worst. He is rubbing your ass softly, gently, but his touches aren’t bringing you relaxation – you can only wait for his to continue, to make you suffer more like he didn’t kiss you like a lover just a few days before, softly cradling your head on his chest and promising to bring you very nice cake if you’d continue to be a good girl and warm his dick with your pussy.

— For every strike, I expect you to count. If you mess up, we will start over.

— H…how many times?

— Let’s start with ten, ja? You don’t look too strong right now, Katzen.

You never looked strong, this is the sole reason why you’re even here. Not a proper soldier, not actually a fighter, just a fucking domestic girlfriend for a bastard like König, who has nothing but his ego and a rank that made you sick from how much power he had – people like him shouldn’t be in charge, even if he is a merc and not an actual commander. Even if he is nothing but a bloodthirsty hound, he still has way too much power over little ol’ you.

You nod, but that’s not good enough. You grunt in acknowledgment, but it doesn’t satisfy him either.

— I…I understand. Sir.

— What are we saying to be polite, Katzen?

— Please? S…spank me. Bitte. I promise I will count.

You can feel his fingers twitching, trembling. He doesn’t like this little game either, it probably feels too artificial and awkward – you’d rather just be beat up by him, but alas, if he needs to take off some steam at the expense of your body…you aren’t exactly fine with that, but it’s not like you really have an opinion on the matter. At least it’s not needles and knives in your sensitive places – just his hands and your sore bottom.

Then he strikes.

First time, it felt like the worst pain in the world. Your ass, already sore and bruised, was heated up again – you cut down your scream because you know that he doesn’t want anything but counting. Nothing but your obedience, your pain, you might not want to be a spectacle for someone like König, but you don’t have even an illusion of choice here. You yelp, the only thing you allow yourself to do.

You start counting.

— E..ein.

— Good girl.

His fingers suddenly slip down to find your pussy, already wet and fucking messy for him. You can’t help it, it felt too wrong and too right at the same time – his hands on your body, his voice praising you like he didn’t just [unished you for as much as fucking existing. You whine, your body trembling with fear as he launches at you again – another harsh smack forcing you to remember all the numbers like your life depended on it. In some way, it really did.

You lick your lips, biting into soft flesh to suppress your little cries. You can be stronger than this, you need to be stronger than this.

König strikes your ass quickly, second and third time – you are keeping up as much as you can. Sobbing when he drags his hand lower, his fingers landing somewhere between our cheeks. There is still a lot of clean skin to uncover to reveal new pain – you’re sobbing between rounds, only allowing yourself to breathe when he pushes his fingers down your folds and plays with your core.

It’s somehow worse than normal spanking. The pain was numbing, allowing you to slip into some other dimension. The pleasure is overweening, fucking with your brain like you should be thanking König for being so nice and stroking your clit between the rounds of punishment.

You moan as he pushes a finger in, quickly forcing another slap on your already swollen ass. You don’t miss counting, but you do feel like your head is going to explode. Mind isn’t working enough to actually produce something meaningful – only pathetic chants of numbers and his name mixed properly. You feel like you’re going to suffocate.

König appreciates the view – his darling, precious girlfriend, he never knew you could be any more beautiful but here you are, laying on his lap like a good kitten you are. With his hands bruising you, he should have punished you sooner – you have become so bratty lately, forgetting your place and who is wearing pants around here. He should have brought you across his thighs way sooner, maybe turn this into a regular thing and have you moan his name as you’re pathetically sobbing and begging for him to stop.

He strikes you a few times more, his other hand two knuckle-deep in the wetness of your cunt. Such a slut for your boyfriend, you shouldn’t get off this kind of punishment – but of course, he can’t really blame his precious girl for being this fucking needy. He appreciated moving you from the basement, it’s much easier to be with his girl when you’re not rotting on some old mattress – yet, he feel that you started to get out of line as he allowed you too much over and over again.

It’s a good thing he will be able to punish you even more.

— It’s the fifth one, Liebling. Want a break?

You consider your options, he can see your adorable face scrunching in, not understanding if he is for real or not. You’re pretty, too pretty to be this alone, small, and scared – he can’t help but lift your head again, hearing you groaning from pain as he strains your hair just so he can press his mask against your forehead. Mockery of a kiss, but he doesn’t want to face you right now.

This whole fucking thing wasn’t comfortable enough for him. If only he could, he would just make you obedient through less awkward ways – but you’re so fucking bratty, it really is impossible. König smiles, pushing two of his fingers deep into your hole, stroking your folds as gently as possible. He is weak – he can’t stay mad at his favorite girl for long, no matter how much he wants to try and stand his ground this time. God, you’re too fucking adorable to resist.

— Please? You’re so cute, he might as well let you get out of your punishment. It’s not like him to be this soft, but he already turned your ass into a bruised mess, and if he comes any further, you might actually start to bleed – oh well, he doesn’t want this. Oh well, you will pay for this later – on your back, ass high in the air. Maybe he will try your ass today, just so he could have a nice and tight hole around him. A good way to make you shut up, for sure.

You whimper when he is holding you close, soothing you like a desperate kitten – you cling onto him, all the brattiness going out of your body, just like he intended. So, so pretty for him, he doesn’t know what he will do with you later.

He spanks you one last time just to hear your precious whimpers.

God, just how much he fucking adores you.

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty #yandere cod #konig mw2 #reader insert #lovefool!au

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peachblossom-odyssey · 1 year

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Edgin getting discouraged when his flirting with Xenk never seems to go anywhere and he ends up writing Lovefool in a fit of drunken emotion, a song about desperation and unrequited need that he never intends to sing anywhere Xenk can hear.

Except of course it’s never that easy, and Xenk ends up hearing the song and grows worried about Edgin and deeply offended on his behalf, because what manner of fool would spurn the affections of a man such as Edgin? What manner of monster would make Edgin feel so low and unloved?

He has no idea it was him, because he didn’t realize Edgin was flirting with him and sending him signals and had no idea that some of his own responses could have been seen as romantic. He had no idea he was accidentally leading Edgin on. So begins the hilarious misunderstanding of Xenk trying to figure out who hurt Edgin and Edgin trying to figure out why Xenk seems so intense these days

#xedgin #xenk the paladin #xengin #edgin the bard #edgin darvis #xenk #dnd hat #dungeons and dragons #honor among thieves #i have been listening to so much Postmodern Jukebox #and the Lovefool one entranced me

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lovefoolism · 4 months

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what should have happened in episode 8

#rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanart #hotd #art #lovefoolism's art tag

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lovecoredeity · 3 months

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♡ so, I cry, and I pray and I beg, love me, love me, say that you love me ~ ♡

♡ if you like my art please consider buying me a kofi ♡

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kanrix · 1 year

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Uh ok I tried

I like to think. Sometimes he gets extremely expressive. And a bit loud because of the virus. Like a small burst or something

#to whoever made that lovefool animation of these two. thanks now i got the song stuck in my mind 😦#myart #art #digital art #illustration #the stanley parable #tsp #tspud #the narrator #stanley #lovebug

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iraprince · 4 months

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i have what is probably a really obscure question - back in the day when 8tracks was a thing, there was a sweat (acid soup) mix that i THINK you made + posted, with a cover of LOVEFOOL. i'm trying to find that particular cover of LOVEFOOL. do you know which it was?

okay so this has driven me CRAZY bc i REMEMBER what ur talking about, but i cannot find it at all. i tried to do some basic sleuthing, like poking around searching at my twitter and stuff, but all i find from then is 1. scattered evidence of a few ppl being like "ira what the hell is this demonic cover of lovefool" and 2. me gloating about how i only found said demonic cover of lovefool through like a 45 minute google rabbit hole. not helpful, past ira. also, i must have downloaded it at some point to upload it to 8tracks, but that would have been like, two laptops ago and there's no way i can dig up the file.

anyway i got a bit closer by digging a little more -- i have this kind of hazy memory of literally just typing in something like "cool lovefool cover" and trawling list articles, and when i tried to recreate it i found this meanspirited little vice piece with a description that i am like, 99.9999% SURE IS REFERENCING THE VERSION WE'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!!! ...but unfortunately bc it's from 2012, all the embeds are gone/broken (and as far as i can tell there's no remnants of links even when i inspect the page, tho i'm not very tech literate when it comes to stuff like this so maybe i'm missing something):

and as we can see here, even back then, if this was the cover we're thinking of, it wasn't attributed or traceable. but we do glean a LITTLE info from this: "under six minutes" means it was five and change, and it must have been uploaded to soundcloud at least 11 years ago.

i tried trawling thru soundcloud w those parameters in mind but couldn't find it... unfortunately i think there's a high chance the original account that uploaded it doesn't exist anymore. (i may have missed something, like maybe a different account has re-uploaded it and i scrolled past it bc i was looking at upload date, but expanding the search to any year is something i don't have the bandwidth for rn!!)

this might be a workable amount of info to at least go to reddit or something with? i feel like there must be at least one subreddit that's specifically dedicated to "help me find this obscure soundcloud remix that got deleted." but for now i'm afraid i must admit defeat, which sucks bc now that you've reminded me of it *i* really wanna listen to the decade-old demonic cover of lovefool too :')

#additionally the mix does still technically exist on 8tracks but that wasn't helpful either #bc the way 8tracks works now is it just searches the title+artist of the originally uploaded track on youtube.#so i clicked thru to get to the weird lovefool cover and it just stalls out on that one :/#SIGH.......... well. file this under 'stark reminders about the impermanence of shit online'#also from what i've seen soundcloud's search function is just atrocious. so i also may have missed it just in a technical issues sense

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citrustan · 6 months

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lovefool [drabble 5] (jjk)

Pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Summary: where jungkook shows you how much he likes you. ft. taehyung and yuna :p

Word count: 2.1k

Note: WELL its here... i smutted. this is a part of the 'lovefool' au. you can also find the main story on my pinned post! this drabble contains smut- it's mostly smut. + this takes place way after chapter 6 happens. this is unedited! i'll polish it later bec rn i am exhausted.

You stretch your legs and point your toes, poking your boyfriend's side.

He then casually grabs your feet, places them on his lap and begins to gently press and massage your heel and toes. He purposely avoids your sole because you’re extremely ticklish.

“My feet are too dry.” You complain. Jungkook glances at your expression and back at your feet.

“Want me to suck on them?” He partially lifts your foot, bringing it closer to his open mouth.

While you resist and playfully kick him, you wonder whether he would actually be into it. You just want him to touch you all over, you want to feel his presence on your entire body and soul.

"Come 'ere." Jungkook grunted with his arms outstretched towards you.

He sat back on his end of the sofa.

Somewhat shy, you comply. You fold your legs back and painstakingly kneel-crawl towards his side on the couch.

Jungkook lovingly engulfs you in a tight hug, disabling any movement for you to make.

"Hi." You coyly smile at him when he pulls back, yet holding you close.

You can smell cologne and cigarette smoke on him. It's so sexy. Smoking is terrible, but you find it really hot when he smells of it. But you'd never tell him that.

Somehow, he already knows. He notices the way you get a lot more nervous around him after he's stepped out for a quick smoke; the way you rub up and down your own arms to self-soothe. You start acting cute, give him stupid, big eyes and look away when he catches you.

You think you're being lowkey but you really aren't. It's funny, but sexy funny.

Jungkook's response is instant, "Hey."

"Wanna kiss." You softly speak, still shy.

"I want to love you." Jungkook whispers as he stares directly into your eyes.

You, however, shy away from his gaze and turn your head to the side, opting to look at the laptop screen instead.

Still somewhat in your kneeling position, you lean forward and put your weight on him, indulging him in another hug.

This time, Jungkook sits up before accepting your hug. You bury your head in his chest.

"Why are you acting shy, hm?" Jungkook mocks. "Let me see your face, red delicious."

You know, like the apples? Because you're blushing. Even if it doesn't show, he knows the blood has rushed to your cheeks now.

You keep your face pressed against his chest.

He was a very patient man.

You deeply sigh before finally gathering the courage to actually turn your words into action.

In one swift movement, you get off his couch and stand before him, urging him to get up as well.

When he does as you wish, you hold his hands and lean in to peck his lips.

You kiss on him once. Then again. And again.

Jungkook smiles and keeps his eyes shut as he allows you to find your vibe.

His jeans begin to tighten around a specific region, but he does his best to ignore the animalistic urge to just grab you and start grinding on you. But, you really liked when he did that. You like it when Jungkook takes charge, but it's important for him to know you're truly comfortable and ready, so he lets you lead first. Consent is sooo sexy.

"Babe..." You pout and look at him through your lashes.

You're acting cute again.

"Uh huh?" He teases, acting as if he doesn't know exactly what you're asking for.

At this, you push yourself towards him and sort of, rest your breasts on him. Your breathing starts to get heavier.

Jungkook looks down at the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. He can feel your nipples harden.

"You should wear more dresses like these..." His voice trails off as you begin rubbing his bicep.

The two of you stare into each other's eyes. You see the lust brewing in his (eyes).

You bring your hands to the collars of his jacket and smoothen them out. Your cold fingertips momentarily graze the naked skin of his neck.

Jungkook lets out a low moan. "Babe."

"Hm." You then run your hands up and down his chest.

Jungkook plays with the hem of your white sundress, lightly brushing against your thigh in the act.

Starting to become somewhat riled up, you suddenly grab his hands and place them on the back of your bare thigh, under your dress.

Instantly, he understood what you wanted him to do.

Jungkook dives in.

He tugs you closer by the thighs and kisses you deeply.

Although you saw it coming, you still moan in surprise. Actually, it's more in delight rather than the former.

Slowly, he inches up to your butt, and then your waist and back.

With your hands now making their way to play with his hair, you slightly open your mouth to allow him to suck on your tongue.

Your thighs are tightly shut together as to plug your pussy up as his hands explore your body.

Jungkook kissed and sucked on your lips and tongue. Your teeth knocked against each other's once or twice.

Your eagerness was adorable.

You continue kissing and moaning until you start feeling Jungkook get bigger and harder in his pants, rutting against your stomach.

Slowly and steadily, you pull away from him.

There you stood before him--- your lipstick and gloss smeared on your face, pupils dilated with love and ecstasy, lips swollen and ready to be kissed once again, and drool running down your chin. A little out of breath, you softly smiled at him.

"Wanna show you something." You look down at your chest and start to unbutton your dress.

Jungkook palms his cock through his jeans for a little relief, still breathing heavily.

After unbuttoning the first four buttons, you gently move the pieces of clothing on either side of your breasts.

You flash him your newly bought lace balconette bra. It's white with pink bows, and sheer.

With hitched breath, Jungkook places his hands on your shoulders and runs his thumb along your collarbone. "So pretty, baby. The prettiest girl in the world. _____."

Flattered, you push your chest out a little more.

"Can you... Do you want to touch them?" You embarrassingly reword your question.

"Yeah. Will you let me touch them? Can I kiss them? Can I suck on them? Your nipples are begging to be touched, doll." Jungkook’s thumbs now rest on the top of your breasts.

You blush and coyly nod.

On your affirmation, he roughly pulls your bra below your breasts and they pop out with a slight bounce.

Suddenly, you squeak and involuntarily cover your chest with both hands. Your eyes were squeezed shut and trained down at your feet.

Jungkook chuckled, “Babe?”

“Sorry…” You smile embarrassingly.

“Nuh uh. Do you still want to?” He caressed your cheek.

Once again, you nod.

At that, your boyfriend pries your hands away from your chest and forces them around his own shoulders. You massage the nape of his neck.

He urges you to look into his eyes, and when you do, he swiftly attaches his wet mouth to your nipple.

You gasp and throw your head back in pleasure.

You shift your weight back and forth on your feet, rubbing your things together to relieve the hot, burning sensation in your belly.

Jungkook groans and begins to lick your nipples. He drags his tongue on the circumference of your areola and then from one nipple to the other, occasionally thumbing and pinching them.

He gives equal attention to both your tits, suckling and squeezing them. Never letting one go neglected.

Jungkook teases your nipples with his fingers as he kisses up your neck, making you whimper and gasp.

His fingers circle and rub on your nubs so rapidly and for so long that it begins to overstimulate you.

"Don't stop... please... it's so good-" You whine.

He moans in response, as to say 'okay' and continues the pleasurable abuse on your sensitive nipples and neck.

Jungkook briefly raises his head up to lock you in a sweet kiss.

Before he returns to kissing all over your chest, you stop him, "JK..."

You're out of breath. And somehow, still so bashful.

Even when you've bared your chest for him, you're so shy.

"Tell me, doll." As Jungkook waits for you, he pecks you in random places. First, on your forehead, then your throat, then your sternum, your right nipple and so on.

A little distracted, you shake your head.

You simply resort to a "Jungkook... I want you."

"You have me, _____." He sincerely smiles and kisses your lips.

"Noo..." You cutely exasperated. "Ugh."

"Yes?" Now you had Jungkook's full attention. He stops kissing on you to look you in the eyes.

"Wantyoutotouchmethere." You blurt out in a single breath and look down at your bodies, resting your forehead on his chest.

"Oh." Jungkook smirked, "That's all?"

You roll your eyes at him. "Yeah. That's all." You mock.

Jungkook snorts and returns to lick your nipples just to rile you up a bit more.

You roughly push away from him. "JK! I'm- it's like. So-" You groan, a little frustrated.

You really want him to eat your pussy. It's like yearning to be touched.

Now, Jungkook laughs out loud. "I know, baby. I just wanted to cherish you." He pouts towards the end.

Smiling again, you sit back down on the sofa.

Like a moth to the flame, Jungkook gravitates towards you and kneels in front of you.

Ever ready to give you what you indirectly asked for, he taps your knees. "Open up."

You part your legs a few inches wide when Jungkook lifts your feet off the floor by your ankles and then sort of just, folds you.

You stare at him with big eyes, patiently and eagerly waiting for his next move.

Your core is presented to him as if he were some kind of king waiting to feast.

He rubs you all over your inner thigh, leading to your lips.

Your mismatched white cotton panties with a black bow on it hinders his view of your pussy.

Jungkook's cock is painfully hard, but he chooses to please you first.

You bite your manicured fingers in anticipation.

Your boyfriend leans down to kiss you through the panties. He then places one, harsh lick over it before slowly pulling them aside.

Your hands automatically reach down to hold your panties to the side.

Jungkook smiles down at you. He's almost drooling.

Your pussy glistens in the sunlight.

He traces your slit with gentle touch making you shiver and clench around nothing.

You stretch and point your toes in order to contain excitement.

Jungkook reaches out to hold your hand which you gladly accept. And you kiss his fingers.

Then, finally, he places a soft kiss on your cunt. And then another one, not as soft. And another one a little harder. And finally, he kisses and tongues your pussy. Every touch makes you moan a little louder.

He forces your lips open with only his thumb and index finger and dives in. You whine loudly.

Jungkook purposely avoids your clit. It drives you up the wall. You're wiggling around a little and Jungkook holds you down forcefully.

He pushes your hand to play with your nipples and you do as he wishes. Your eyes are tightly screwed shut and you don't know what to do with your head.

All you know is that you can't stay still. It's too much!

"Oh!" Your mouth forms an 'o' as your boyfriend suddenly wraps his mouth around your clit.

You start to grind against his mouth and rub your own nipples.

Jungkook goes back to licking all over your pussy and clit when all of a sudden you hear a loud cackle.

Immediately following that comes the most annoying screech you've ever heard.

Ok, you know that noise.

Your eyes snap open and you look around to find the source of those sounds, but you're a little confused.

A little pussy-drunk, Jungkook takes a while to pull away. Instead, you quickly push his head away from you.

At his door, stood Taehyung and Yuna, who had now covered her eyes. Taehyung, of course, just gawked shamelessly.

He instantly snaps your legs shut and cusses, "Dude, what the fuck?"

"Dudeeee. Don't let us stop you, we're only here for the oven." Taehyung laughs and struts into the room.

"Nice tits, _____." Taehyung directs at you.

Still a little hazy, you smile sweetly, "Thanks!"

Jungkook and Yuna's heads snap towards you in shock.

Wow... What had he done to the shy _____?

You only sighed dreamily and slumped even deeper on the couch.

Jungkook then took it upon himself to re-robe your naked tits.

Soon, Yuna walks into the room and sits diagonal to you. Neither of you acknowledge each other.

Typically, you'd be frustrated and embarrassed about being caught nude, but right now? You're ecstatic.

You're childishly enjoying Yuna's bitter expression. You're cheesing so hard on the inside.

And as if Jungkook sees right through you, he leans in and kisses you. "Stop that, you little monster." He reprimanded half-heartedly.

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lesbianjudasiscariot · 11 months

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LOVE ME

Boyish - Japanese Breakfast / Lovefool - The Cardigains / Love Me More - Mitski

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rosepinks-world · 1 year

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ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ 141 ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ:

ᴛᴀꜱᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ 141 x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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Soap:

You’d be going somewhere for a few days. Perhaps to visit family or an old friend and Soap didn’t quite realise how much it would affect him.

He’d miss you so much and everything he did made him think of you:

Watching a show? He’d think about how much you’d love it, or how you would loudly complain about how shit it was.

Seeing a funny tiktok? He’d think about the look on your face when he showed you the video which would either be delight or disappointment .

Showering? He’d think about how sometimes you’d scare the shit out of him or how you’d sometimes either join him or just sit on the floor reading whilst having a normal everyday conversation and neither of you thought it was unusual, even after your friends told you that they’ve never done that with their partners.

Sleeping? He’d lay awake thinking about how you’d normally be in bed clutching his waist tightly as you wrapped a leg over his hip in your sleep- securing him in.

It was a struggle to get a glass of water at night for poor Soap.

He missed you so much that he actually was in pain. He tried to talk to the boys about it and they all gave each other a look.

‘Soap son, I think you might be in love.’ Price would say and that’s when he realised.

He was in love with you.

He’d sprint home get in his car and drive to wherever you were.

You’d just so happen to be in restaurant having a conversation with whoever when he sees you he asks to talk to you outside.

‘Soap!’ You laughed, as soon as you got outside. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Y/n l/n I fucking love you.’

‘What?’ You asked softly in slight disbelief.

‘I love you.’

You felt your eyes become a little glassy. Soap had driven for at least an hour, gone to the address you were staying at only for your friend to tell him that you were out at dinner. And he still didn’t give up. He ran (by the looks of it) to the restaurant and confessed his love for you.

‘Oh Johnny, I fucking love you too.’

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Ghost:

Ghost would realise he was in love with you before you start dating. Let’s just say you two worked together. He was obviously very reserved at first having walls built up around him keeping all of his trauma in.

That was until you rocked up with a sledgehammer and broke down the walls gradually one by one. You’d eventually gotten close to Simon and was his number one to talk to, to go out with, to just sit with in silence.

He felt most comfortable with you.

Despite being comfortable with eachother you knew to respect his boundaries, and he knew how to respect yours. If there were things you didn’t want to tell each other you both knew not to push it, you’d tell one another in your own time.

One night, it was particularly rough for Ghost. The nightmares were getting worse he felt like he was going to have a panic attack and he couldn’t get the horrible images of his past out of his head.

He was about to pull an all nighter and just sit by himself until he looked over at his wall. It was a picture you had gotten framed and put up for his birthday. The picture was of you and him and Soap as he accidentally photobombed the two of you.

Gaz had taken it at a Christmas party. Soap was behind Ghost and had stuck some stupid reindeer antlers on him and you had a Santa hat on. You looked amazing in the photo and were smiling so brightly and that’s when ghost remembered your words.

‘Simon don’t suffer by yourself, I don’t care if it’s 3 in the morning , a natural disaster is taking place or the world is ending. You need to talk come over. I’ll be here.’

No one had ever said that to him before…ever.

You really did look out for him.

He looked at your picture once more and sighed.

Fuck it.

He grabbed his car keys and drove over to your place. When you answered the door he took in your appearance. You were in your pyjamas which consisted of an old band shirt and some skimpy shorts. Your hair was a little messy but it still looked good.

‘Ghost? You alright mate?’

He took a deep breath and simply shook his head, he was too embarrassed to actually say it out loud. It made him feel weak.

You took his hand leading him into the apartment and sat him on the sofa putting on some shit tv to distract him. He watched it whilst you made cups of tea.

‘Wanna talk about it?’ You asked.

‘Not really.’ He simply said.

He noticed that you didn’t make a face to show that you were annoyed.

Surely you’d be angry right? He’d woken you up at 2 in the morning because he wasn’t okay but didn’t want to tell you what was wrong. How were you okay with this?

‘Why aren’t you angry?’ He asked

‘What?’

‘I’ve woken you up because I’m not feeling good and won’t tell you why, bit fucking annoying for you isn’t it?’

You’d shake your head and immediately join him on the sofa with the tea, ‘Simon it’s not annoying. I’m happy that you’re here I don’t give a shit that it’s two in the morning, I’ve said this hundred of times I’d rather you just be here with me then for you to just sit by yourself miserable.’

‘Why do you do all of this for me?’ He asked genuinely curious.

‘Because I care about you, you muppet.’ You replied laughing. ‘Now shut up, drink your tea and watch the rich people argue.’

His eyes went wide. You cared about him?

He turned his gaze to the tv but didn’t take any of it in. He cared about you too. Maybe it was a bit more than that actually.

Maybe he loved you.

He looked over at you once more and slightly smiled at the way you held a biscuit to your mouth and loudly cackled at the tv.

Nope.

He wasn’t just ‘maybe’ in love with you.

He was definitely in love with you.

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Price:

A/N: I completely made up Prices family backstory, not a clue what it’s actually like. His dad is also based off of someone me and my mum know and he’s too iconic to not write about.

Price was a family man when work wasn’t in the middle of it. He had quite a big family that no one knew about, except you.

Obviously he loved his family equally but he had a special place in his heart for his dad. His mum and dad had been in a car accident when John was five, his mum had unfortunately passed. His dad made it out but was paralysed from the waist down. His siblings lived at home and took care of his dad but he still tried to visit when he could.

This time it was a family reunion. John decided to bring you along and when you saw his dad for the first time you couldn’t believe how similar they were. He had a thick grey beard and he was smoking a cigar in the corner of the room.

‘John Price you are your daddy’s son.’ You said laughing.

His other family had met you before and laughed whilst agreeing with you.

‘Well, well, well who’s this John?’ Mr Price said smiling.

‘Dad this is my partner y/n.’

‘About fucking time John god!’

You laughed at that and took a seat next to him on the sofa.

‘Mr price I can see where John gets his good looks from!’ You started referring to the uncanny resemblance between the two.

‘Thank you love I mean I certainly blessed John with the looks his mother only contributed a bit.’ He then looked up at the ceiling. ‘I’m only messing Jenny don’t haunt me.’ You laughed softly, it was very sweet yet very sad.

‘How have ya been Dad?’ John asked sitting next to you on the sofa.

Mr price sighed, ‘Well I still cant fucking walk son,’

John rolled his eyes at his dad. ‘Dad every bloody year you say the same thing.’

‘Because it’s true and funny! Your partners laughing!’ He jokingly argued gesturing to you.

‘It is funny Price.’ You reasoned turning towards him.

John made a fake offended face and dramatically stood up to go get a drink for you both, leaving you and his dad to talk. He’d watch you two interact from afar a soft look in his eyes as he saw you talk so calmly and easily match his dads odd sense of humour.

He’d just stand there staring at you until his niece would come over.

‘Woah.’

‘What?’ He asked laughing at the teenager.

‘You’re in love.’ She said as if it were obvious.

He had a puzzled look on his face and looked over at you once again. This time his dad was asking you if you could accompany him outside so he could see his old mate. You happily agreed pushing his wheelchair outdoors.

As you walked by John, you pointed at the back garden for him to follow you when he was done, in case he thought you’d disappeared.

He had a stupid smile of adoration on his face, ‘You know honey, I think you might be right.’

‘Yeah no shit Uncle John. God 20 years younger than you and I can see love quicker than you can.’

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Gaz:

A/N: I do not support Kanye but this song is annoyingly good and fitting. X

Gaz was confident in himself. I mean he kinda had to be in order to be a soldier. He didn’t care about standing up for himself if he needed to and he didn’t mind doing it for other people either -if they deserved it.

So one night the pair of you went out to a bar, having fun with the squad and a few of your friends. Gaz, Ghost and Soap were sat at a table talking and drinking whilst you and your friends got up to dance.

Gaz kept an eye on you every know and then, just in case you needed it.

A man had walked up to the three of you and alarm bells went off in Gaz’s head. What are you trying to do here mate?

The man put a hand on your waist and attempted to grab your ass, Gaz immediately stood up ready to go over and tell him to back the fuck off, but you already had it covered.

You’d brought your leg up and kneed him in the groin whilst you and your friends told him to fuck off and to just let them enjoy their night out.

He wobbled away cupping his dick in pain and Gaz watched as you and your friends laughed at what had just happened.

He still went over, ‘You okay?’ He asked a bit concerned.

You laughed, ‘Yes! Oh my god! Kyle did you see that?’

He laughed too, relived that you were okay. ‘Yes I did, self defence lessons been paying off!’

‘Yes they have Mr Garrick, yes they have.’

He was too lovestruck to even reply. You were so perfect. Your laugh, your smile, your humour, your bravery, just everything.

‘God I love you so much.’

You stopped smiling and laughing very quickly. ‘What.’

‘Y/n,’ he started grabbing your hands, ‘I love you.’

You calmed down and squeezed his hands back,

‘I love you too.’

Your friends were all giggling behind you and Soap and Ghost were watching you both. They couldn’t help but feel happy, to see their good friend in love.

‘Ah young love.’ Soap would say even though he wasn’t much older then Gaz.

Ghost would roll his eyes as Soap ruined the moment. ‘Fucking hell you need to get a life Johnny.’

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