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yeollie-plz · 5 months

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The Other Woman

Synopsis: After breaking up with her shit boyfriend, Y/N seeks refuge in a new sport and a new man.

Genre: smau

Faceclaim: Allissa Shin @allissashin on ig

All other pics from Pinterest or driver’s personal igs

yourusername

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yourusername lately ive been dressing for revenge

user 🔥🔥🔥

y/nswife what did he do….this time

pleasantlyy/n I want to be in the same room as you just so I can breathe the same air

f1fan did no one else see the Charles like?

- user I was curious too

- iheartf1 mans is thirsting on main

- landox2 you don’t think?

yourbsf ladies always rise above

- yourusername ladies know what people want

- hearteyesy/n we love our swifties

yourusername posted a story

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y/nswife since when did she like f1???

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dramapage Looks like model Y/N and producer boyfriend are broken up once again. What is your opinion on their on-and-off relationship? Let us know!

y/nfan my thoughts are you should leave her alone :))

y/nswife I just wish she would break up with him already she deserves better

f1girlie I bet Charles is just waiting for her to be single

- user he’s drafting his dm as we speak

hater she’s always the other woman

wishingiwasher I just want her to be happy again

yourusername posted a story

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y/nismine unbothered queen

user whelp there’s our confirmation

f1forever charles about to shoot his shot

yourbsf I’m so sorry babes!

- yourbsf but also get his ass!!!

yourusername

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yourusername dont give men second chances

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y/nstan girl you have him like 50 chances…

- user you called her out 🫢

y/nswife finally we can be together!

charles_leclerc what about a first chance?

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- user Charles?

- user does he know this is his main account

- yourusername maybeee…

- user Y/N NO! HE GOES IN CIRCLES FOR A LIVING

- user uh oh this is not going to end well

Zendaya Gorgeous!

yourbsf you only need the girls!

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yourusername

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yourusername race weekend 🏎️ 🤫

user oh so she’s rooting for Ferrari then

user don’t tell me Charles is behind this

y/nswife you better not leave me again! I thought we had something

- user for a man that goes vroom vroom too

charles_leclerc can’t wait to see you, you’ll be my good luck charm

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- user oh ok he’s whipped whipped then

- user damn

- user Charles has rizz?

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Podium this weekend 👊 We were lucky 🍀

user ok we all know he is talking about Y/N right

- f1girls yep

- carlosstan yes

- charlesitaly 100%

- landoismylover no question

yourusername 🤩 great race Charlie!

- y/nslove the nickname??????

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yourusername show me off

Tagged charles_leclerc

y/nslove rue when was this?

user the way my jaw dropped

charlesloveclerc 🫡 weve lost him to the simp side

yourbsf I love when my baby is happy

- yourusername love you!!

- charles_leclerc am I the other woman?

- yourbsf yes

- yourusername yes

bewitchedy/n I’m not crying you’re crying

A/N: ok ok!! My first attempt at a social media au!!!! I personally love these and so I wanted to mix my page up and write one of my own! I also recently got into f1 and thought I’d take a stab into that universe as well! New things all around! Give me suggestions for more 👀❤️

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he-calls-me-kitten · 7 months

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I'm back again <33

I've got more 3am thoughts and scenarios to share >:DD

Ive got 2 options for you, feel free to do the desired one, also this might a bit spicy?....

If you write for the other exchange students :

F!MC x Thirteen

(Desired characters are Barbatos ; Satan ; Solomon and Simeon but you can add or remove whoever your want cuz this is your writing and my opinion shouldn't really matter because your the one working on it and not me. )

Our lovely characters are looking for their darling human all across the RAD grounds since they have been gone since the last class and school's finished. They stroll through the halls to pause at the sounds of a familiar voice...WHIMPERING?!

DUN DUN DUNNNN

JOKING JOKING- LETS JUST CONTINUE

Peeking through the small crack in the door they witness our lovely MC layed down on one of the RAD desk, shirt unbuttoned and thrown aside, skirt flipped up, tears streaming down her flushed face, mascara running, lipstick smudged (I seem to have a thing for smudged lipstick-), quivering and trembling as they softly sob and moan Thirteen's name, their small frame trembling under the reapers touch who planted soft kisses and marks all over their body, decorating her thighs with various hickies and bite marks as she whispered sweet nothings into the humans ear, her hands gently tracing their sheep horns and fluffy tail which caused F!MC to squirm under her touch as their animals parts are especially sensetive <333

I just like making them jealous tbh

OR THE OTHER OPTION BECAUSE I'M A SIMP AND LOVE MALEWIFES :

Barbatos X F!MC X Simeon

X !!PLATONIC!! Luke

(I'LL HAVE TO MAKE THIS SHORT CUZ I NEED SLEEP 😭😭)

Luke seeing F!MC as a mother figure and his dad's just taking it as an opportunity to sweep their beloved human to themselves. Inviting her to have a sleepover at the purgatory hall for a sleepover was only innocent and all.... Till it wasn't

Simeon's bedframe collided with each of their movements, Simeon shushing their Darling with "Stay quiet little lamb, Luke's in the next room" or "Keep your voice down darling we don't want Luke to hear now so we?" While Barbatos is a little more dirty, whispering praises about how MC takes them both so well despite her small and "fragile" form, sweat dripping down their forms as her nails dig into Simeon's back, legs trembling as her brain slowly turns to mush from the pleasure, mindless moans falling from her swollen lips, during the of the moment one of then eventually slips something up like: "You easily accepted Luke as you child, I'm sure you wouldn't mind having more" or "How about we give you actual kids of your own instead?" <333

- M. 🪭🪷

M, SERIOUSLY YOU'RE TOO FULL OF AMAZING IDEAS I CANT WITH YOU😭😭😭 And since it took me so long to reply (again so very sorry) and but because there's a distinct lack of my queen Thirteen...

F!MC x Thirteen

Two Queens in a King Sized Bed

"I'll look over the classrooms once more." Barbatos sighed. "Maybe she fell asleep tired like she does in the library sometimes."

"Yes I'll go check there just for good measure." Satan shook his head.

"MC was supposed to go visit HOL with you wasn't she?" Simeon turned to Solomon.

"Well yes we were supposed to head there after this class- wait, do you hear something?" Solomon inched towards one of the empty classrooms. The rest of them followed.

Not one of them was expecting to see what they did. Their precious MC laid down on the teacher's desk with her shirt practically ripped off her and skirt hiked all the way up to the waist and panties pushed to the side.

"Thirteen..please..." You whimpered and begged underneath the reaper. She looked like she wanted to eat you whole.

"Please what, cupcake?" Thirteen smirked latching her lips to your neck as her pretty fingers plunged into your leaking hole again. You convulsed against her, moaning and clinging onto her arms.

"..too much..." You barely managed to string two words in this mindless state. She had been toying with you for an hour now, determined not to let you leave.

"Use your words, MC." She trailed a thumb over your trembling lips and down your neck and collarbone. "Else I cannot possibly help you, you know?"

"Thirteen-"

"And who knows I might make things worse?"

"Thirteen! Ahh~" You moaned as she caught you off-guard with her thumb pressing down on your puffed up clit.

"Are you perverts done enjoying the show? Cause I'm not willing to let you join." Thirteen side-eyed the door.

Satan and Simeon fall back, scrambling to get back their usual composure. The bulges in their pants are a dead give away as where they were looking the whole time. Even as you try to cover yourself up, you know they've already seen too much.

"Why you- you! How dare you!" Satan musters through unsettled breaths. He's not okay in the slightest. All he feels like doing is ripping Thirteen apart from you like an expired bandaid and lay himself down on you.

"Is a classroom really a place to be doing all this?!" Simeon smiles with gritted teeth. The nerve to just toy with an angel's will like this - to show such an irresistible side of his one temptation.

"Indeed. It is most inappropriate Thirteen. It seems I'll have to put you in detention again, please pack your things." Barbatos pretended to fix his glove as his fist tightened.

"Apologies Thirteen, I think it's almost time for another lesson with my apprentice so it's better if you get off then now." He smiled all the while a vein popped in his neck as he held out his hand to you.

Thirteen rolled her eyes, still holding you close. "Please as if you could ever pleasure MC the way I do. This cutie deserves way better than what you lot have got." She palmed your behind and gave it a gentle squeeze while smirking, watching the men fume silently in jealous rage.

"Thirteen. Detention room. Now please." Barbatos warned again. "Ugh. Demons." She pressed a sloppy kiss against your lips, before she left. "Don't worry, I'll catch you later, cupcake."

Barbatos was planning to put you in an entirely different detention room, somewhere in his quarters at the Demon Lord's Castle. Silk ropes and his ungloved hands awaited you there as he pulled you into the din lit room.

Simeon had lost all sense of personal space. He wasn't allowed you to have you in the way the others could. But there are so many ways to pleasure humans after all. His eager fingers and needy whispers had you begging for more.

Satan pounced on you at any opportunity he got. Against the bookshelves in his room, in secluded corners of the RAD library, even in a hidden alley on the way to HOL. He wouldn't stop until muffled screams slipped through your suppressed voice.

You don't remember the last time Solomon slept in his room. Every night, he towered at the end of your bed, his bare chest and shoulders glistening in the moonlight. Every night he pulled off your nightgown and rebranded you as his. No matter who had you during the day, you'd wake up the next day as his alone.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me oneshot #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me ask #obey me thirteen

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kennediffed · 8 months

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Reflections

pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

description: you're casually playing the RE4 remake when you learn that the main character that you've been crushing on can talk directly to you (aka 4th wall breaking shenanigans)

word count: 548

contents/warnings: 4th wall break, gender neutral reader (no pronoun usage), ooc leon(?), shenanigans ensuing, barely edited/proofread

this is so fucking goofy im so sorry MASTERLIST

AO3 VERSION

REQUEST BOX

You couldnt help but stare at your screen while in a safe area at the character you've been controlling. The sight of him made you want to kick your feet and twirl your hair like a schoolgirl who had a crush.

You see, the remake to one of your favorite games had just come out and you intended on spending the whole weekend playing the game from start to finish. Well, that was the plan, until you started staring at the protagonist with heart eyes. The way the devs modeled him was… oh boy. The things you would do to him.

You couldnt help it though, Leon Kennedy was a looker, there was a reason why you, among many other people, simped heavily for him.

Man, why cant you be real? you thought silently to yourself, continuing to stare directly at him. Although you were alone, you couldnt help but feel like someone was watching you while you eyed him.

that was when something unexpected happened.

"y'know, im flattered, but are you gonna keep ogling me or are we gonna get a move on?" a familiar voice spoke in an annoyed tone.

that earned a jump from you. did… did leon just… address you? you looked at your screen to see Leon looking at you, a disappointed look present on his face and arms crossed.

"Yeah, you… y'know its rude to stare, right?"

You sat there in shock, he WAS talking to you. but HOW? this was supposed to be something that was one-sided. why was he talking to you?

"cat got your tongue?" he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"w…wait have you been able to see me this whole time?" you asked hesitantly. "and… hear what i say??"

He gave you a small smirk "yeah, you could say that"

"uhhh" you trailed off, scratching the back of your head gently "well this is embarrassing". Since you deducted that he could hear you, you realized that he most likely had heard your thirsty comments about him. and that was enough to fluster you. "sorry for the comments" you mumbled, almost embarrassed by your actions

you heard a soft chuckle in response "dont worry, im used to it by now…" he replied "but i bet youre confused right about now, am i right?"

you sat up in your chair, putting down your controller before making eye contact with him once more. You had so many questions but you werent even sure if you were to get any answers to them. you started out with a simple one; "so… how long have you been able to hear what ive been saying?"

"since you started playing the other day, i'd say" he responded flatly.

"gotcha, gotcha…" you responded. "guess i gotta watch what i saw now since i know you can hear me now…" you twiddled your thumbs in pure embarrassment.

"hey, like i said, its all good," he reassured "im kinda flattered that people see me like that"

you picked up your controller again, ready to move on with the game "i think im gonna keep playing now" you mumbled "do you just… emulate what im doing with my controller or… how does this work?"

"something like that… lead the way" you heard him say in response.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #writing #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #re4 #re4 leon

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mynameisnotsoda · 3 months

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I'm probably gonna be yelling into the void but here's my refs of my favorite burs !!!! I would say bursonas but one of them is literally just my au,,,, can you tell which one it is,,

Anyway here's some hcs and stuff it's gonna be a long post LMAO I'm just copying all this stuff from Instagram cause I practically live on that shit ass app

Simpbur

He LOVES Hatsune Miku.. like LOVE LOVES HER. He owns so much fuckin merch it's actually insane. But he has never once in his life listened to vocaloid and probably never will. Hes just in love with Miku LMAO

He's aromantic bc I said so !!!!! But he doesn't know that, he hasn't really figured it out and he confuses his obsession with love.

Him and Jared actually used to be friends back when they were like middle schoolers. But then Jared got "hot and cool" and he kinda drifted away from Simp. Mostly cause Simp was SO FUCKING JEALOUS!!!!! and it was obvious too. Imagine how devastated he was when egirl started dating his old friend lmaooo what a loser

Him and e-girl started dating when they were 17, both of them were in pretty bad places in their lives so they just,,, clung onto each other. Both of them were codependent but Simp was significantly worse with his codependency. Adrianne (my name for e-girl) was the one who broke it off when they were both in their early 20s

His stupid little cat beanie is his comfort item !!!! He wears it ALL THE TIME and hates having to take it off, although he would never go out in public with it. He's got some issues with presenting the way he wants to in public so he literally just goes out in his work uniform regardless if he's working or not

Grabs him and aggressively shakes him around !!! Hes autistic (I'm autistic I can give him the tism) his special interests are anime and video games :33

He's definitely not cishet but he tries SOOO hard to present as such (shout-out to @starrixle for that hc ive adopted it for my version of simp)

Studentbur

He's bi but heavily in denial like DEEP DEEP in denial

He HATES being tall !!! He wishes he was shorter because his height makes him stand out a lot and that's the LAST thing he wants

He prays literally every night before bed. Mostly asking for forgiveness (which he shouldnt have to ask for) because he thinks he's a horrible person just for being himself

He CLINGS onto Charlie, they're not like super close friends or anything but he LOVES Charlie. He looks up to Charlie a lot and WISHES he had his confidence and sense of self :')

He doesn't like Tommy, he thinks Tommy's too loud and disrespectful and hates how much attention he attracts. So he tends to just avoid him even if they're in the same classes

He absolutely regrets smoking with Bill and Ranboo but he also feels INCREDIBLY GUILTY for wanting to do it again (because he actually had fun and was able to relax for a moment)

He LOVES emo rock, indie, modern rock and other similar genres. His parents are really strict so he has to listen to his music in secret and ALWAYS has his earbuds on him, its a comfort item too. His three favorite bands are MCR, Ghost and Radiohead :]

The only game he was ever allowed to play was and still is Minecraft. He LOVES Minecraft but at the same time he desperately wishes to be able to play other games

He fucking LOVES GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOL !!!!! he used to be in a Christian school but it gave him so much anxiety he was physically ill every single day and he just couldn't take it anymore!!!! To his surprise his parents actually agreed to let him go to public school during his sophomore year and he's been there ever since (now hes a senior)

Charlie is really his only friend, he's tried talking to other kids but he's horribly awkward and socially inept. Charlie basically adopted him and takes care of him like a brother !!!! Even if they're not super close Charlie's always looking out for him and tries to include him with his friends even tho Stu declines most the time :((

Keith Smith

HIS WIFE LEFT HIM AND TOOK THE KIDS TOO 😭😭😭 he's still trying to find her but he's slowly losing hope and he's really considering just giving up

He's basically the "king" of the end, even though he's not actually the ruler, it was his wife. But since she's GONE he basically had to take her place, until he finds a new wife or convinces her to come back if he ever found her (the end is a matriarchy)

He's kind of insufferable why do you think his wife left him

He has two kids, Lune (pronounced like loon) and Sunny. He LOVES his kids and is actually a really great dad despite being kind of an ass and fucking annoying. He misses them a lot and it breaks his heart that he might not be able to see them ever again

Dr. Malpractice

He's a geneticist specifically experimenting with mob/human hybrids.

His experiments are NOT ETHICAL AT ALL!!! He does whatever tf he wants whenever he wants. His only healthy, surviving test subjects are Phil (enderman), Tommy (spider), Charlie (creeper) and Quackity (duck). (He also experiments on my sona,, that I added for funsies,, but they weren't created by him he just happened to find them one day more on that later)

He's actually trying to make humans more powerful in a way, because they're the weakest humanoid species of them all. He wants to "save" humanity from their own biological inferiority and doesn't care how long it takes or how much damage he causes to others so long as he reaches his goal. Because he's fucking delusional and thinks he's doing something good

He even experimented on his kid, Fundy, and he didn't make it. He has a,,, complicated relationship with what happened to Fundy. On one hand the guilt eats away at him constantly, on the other he brushes it off as just another failed experiment since in the long run,, the ends justify the means in his mind

So far his deceased test subjects include Fundy, Niki, George, and Toby (Tubbo). His only escaped subject was Randy (Ranboo) and he's so fucking paranoid that somehow he'd be able to get the authorities to stop his experiments. But it's been months since Ran escaped and nothing's happened so he isn't AS paranoid anymore, but he still worries about it

He names all the test subjects himself, it's easier for him to remember than numbers because he has dyscalculia funnily enough

All the test subjects were made in his lab with stolen DNA so he didn't have to use his own. He basically grew them in tubes and used a rapid growth serum in the tanks to make everyone adult sized since it was easier to run tests that way. He accidentally left Phil cookin for too long so he's the oldest out of everyone LMAO (except for Dr mal himself, he's 37)

Ok so onto the cringe part !!!! cSoda is a shapeshifter, shapeshifters are VERY rare and often hide themselves because they're very sought after to hunt for sport or used for various reasons. They're basically "born" from the planet itself, they grow in pockets underground for many years and kinda just pop up when they're ready. (Think of like. Steven Universe gems but organic) cSoda is erm undercooked let's say LMAO because they popped up early in their development they're basically defective. They age (albeit slowly), their body scars, they can't regrow limbs properly, their shapeshifting is limited to only animals/people they've SEEN before and they are incredibly naive and have a harder time understanding/learning about the world.

Dr. Mal found cSoda (no idea how yet) and he normally wouldn't have cared but he saw their shapeshifting and immediately decided to "take them in". He takes advantage of their naivety and basically brainwashed them into thinking he cares for them. cSoda presents as a dog (more lore I don't feel like getting into rn) so they have the personality traits of one as well, very loyal and loving and INCREDIBLY affectionate. Which Dr Mal HATES.

If it weren't for the fact that cSoda is more useful to him while alive he probably would've just killed them because he's CONSTANTLY annoyed and irritated by them LMAO he wants to be able to replicate their shapeshifting and hopes that it might be able to help him achieve his goal

c!Wilbur

He fucking LOVES working the burger van with Ranboo, it gives him something to do and he actually enjoys spending time with them even after initially not really liking them. He thinks Ranboo is SO interesting and loves to analyze everything he says and does pFF

HE FUCKING. APOLOGIZED TO TOMMY!!!!! FOR EVERYTHING !!! HE WANTS TO DO AND BE BETTER FOR HIM AND HAVE A BETTER RELATIONSHIP!!!! HE LOVES HIS BROTHER SO MUCH AND IS TRYING TO BE BETTER AT SHOWING THAT RAAHH

He fucking REEKS no matter how much he showers or uses deodorant. It'll help with the intensity of the smell but he just reeks of death bc he was rotting !!!! he also smells like cigarettes and alcohol which does mask the rot and is actually preferable by most people (especially Quackity, who's VERY vocal about how much Wilbur stinks)

Tinybur

He's REALLY clingy, like he NEEDS someone to be holding him at all times. Normally it's Tommy (who's so obviously his favorite even tho he denies it)

It doesn't remember being human for the most part but he does miss it, especially being a normal height

He HATES when people baby him, he's a grown man who just happens to be child sized. If you talk down to him he WILL be an asshole

It was surprised when people started referring to him as an "it" but he kinda liked it !! It doesn't have the same feelings about its gender since becoming a doll and he thinks it's kinda weird but cool at the same time. It really is just vibin

It's voice is high pitched and he kinda hates it, its gotten used to it but it doesnt really like how its voice changed

Animatronic!Wilbur

He's so fucking annoying and is always flirting with parents for whatever reason. He fucking LOVES if they get flustered too it boosts his ego

He's SOO jealous of Ranboo its kind of embarrassing. He thinks he should be the lead singer and mascot but doesn't vocalize it, although he does make it painfully obvious

He's the lead guitarist and back up vocalist in the band (Tommy plays keytar, Ranboo is lead singer and James is the bassist)

He's actually really fucking insecure despite being a fan favorite. One time someone left their phone and it didn't have a password so he was able to use the internet which was. A mistake. He's seen the horrors of the Beloved Ent. Fandom and he thinks people only like him because he was made to be the "attractive one" and not because he actually has anything of substance.

He fucking HATES Schlatt with a passion, so he avoids the bowling alley entirely now. Jimmy (solidarity) used to be the bowling mascot but he was too fragile and a push over with guests so they replaced him with Schlatt. Who's nice enough to guests but does have a bit of a temper and doesn't take ANYONES bullshit. Wilbur was actually really close with Jimmy and he misses him terribly :(

Can you tell who I have more brainrot for LMAO

#bursonas #bursona #simpbur #tommyinnit mod videos #keith the dragon #c wilbur #revivebur #mcyt au #dr malpractice #studentbur #keith smith #sodapoppys ramblings

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jennaissantes · 1 year

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first kiss (of many)

PROMPT: ‘was that your first kiss?’ from list iv with heeseung

wc: 482 pairing: heeseung x fem!reader genre: fluff warnings: singular use of the word ‘bitch’🤗

🧇: tysm for requesting this @sato-chan-2709 !! i hope u like it 💗

“one toothpaste ice cream for milady”

you almost want to roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend.

“stop it hee omygod its not even that bad if you try it.” said boyfriend makes a disgusted face and steps away from you. “didnt know i was dating a demon hmm.”

you eye his cookies and cream flavoured ice cream and watch him eat some of it. “at least i'm not a basic bitch.”

heeseung gasps at your comment. “the slander!”

you laugh, playfully hitting his arm as heeseung smiles and sits next to you, watching the sunset beautifully over the top of the building while eating your ice cream.

“its so pretty isnt it?” you say, sighing at the beauty of nature painting over her skies. you turn to heeseung, only to see him staring at you.

“yeah you are.”

your cheeks turn a reddish hue “seventeen days into dating and youre already this cheesy.”

heeseung smirks, “oh you’ve been counting?” you widen your eyes at the slip up. “oh uh.. no haha it was just a random number. i'm not that big a simp.”

your boyfriend, who has also gone red, now clutches his heart in faux pain, “you wound me baby.”

“oh shut it.” you giggle at his playfulness. heeseung pulls you closer to him by the waist.

“are you sure youre not that big a simp for me? hm?” he says, tilting his head to look at you.

he knew the effect he had on you as you tried to wriggle out of his arms. but he was much stronger than you, pulling you even closer, noses touching.

words dont come to you so you can only shake your head as your lover watches you in sheer admiration, inching a bit closer.

you can feel his breath on your lips, his eyes searching for any hesitation in yours.

when he finds none, he leans in to connect his lips with yours.

and its nothing like the books. no fireworks, no music playing in the background, just comfort.

heeseung smiles against your lips a bit, before deepening it. he’s beyond relieved to feel you kissing him back.

once he pulls back, he leaves one more small kiss on your lips and forehead before hugging you close.

“was that your first kiss?” he asks you and you dont meet his gaze, only nodding.

heeseung is happy that you trust him to be your first. he hugs you again, whispering a thank you into your shoulder.

and somewhere in your heart, you know that you could love heeseung forever.

send in a request 🕰️

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saikokirakira · 10 months

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All the Wrong Right Reasons (Jake Lockley x Bakunawa!Reader pt.3)

a/n: we are entering spicy territory. nothing explicit unless you want me to? but we got maybe one more for jake's intro series...

next up is a layla fic. can i get a wahoo?

Prev: IV. Jake pt.2 | Next: IV. Jake pt.4 | AU Masterlist

warnings: jake “the simp king” lockley origin story; khonshu is a little shit; one-way intense turned thirsty pining; show’s interpretation of DID; non-hispanic writer using one (1) spanish word (in my not-so defense, im filipino (i remembered we have a celebrity kristine hermosa with that name. imagine having 'beautiful' for a name and looking EXACTLY ETHEREAL) okay i'll stop rambling); non-canon Philippine mythology

Maybe Jake’s reaction was a little unprecedented.

He never had to front unless the system was in mortal danger or if Khonshu needed him for a mission.

All he’s known was being on a constant state of fight or flight with adrenaline in his veins.

So, what happens when the person he’s been incredibly attracted to threatens his life?

He wants to fight back for all the wrong right reasons.

Have you met my friend, Jake Lockley?

As much as Jake was thankful for the moon god intervening, the bird was having the time of his life not allowing him to summon the suit as well.

Let him go. Khonshu’s playing with you.

A dark masked figure materialized behind you. A dark shadowy void with glowing violet eyes.

Probably made new friends the last time you died, Jake thought.

Glaring at Jake with your glowing golden eyes, you let him go and stepped back.

“Khonshu, you lied,” you spat out. “You were supposed to let him go.”

“Marc only meant Steven and himself, hermosa,” Jake finally spoke once he got to catch his breath. “I had no plans of leaving. I’m the real Moon Knight.”

Your golden eyes found him again, and Jake found some sort of satisfaction of you looking down at him… even with disdain.

Or any attention finally directed at him… not at any of his alters.

“What do you want from me?”

Jake resisted the urge to smirk.

There were many, many things he wanted from you.

“I want to finish the job.”

Arthur Harrow, the shadow said.

Then it clicked. “You were in Cairo.” You weren’t asking. You said it as a fact.

You never knew what happened after Ammit was sealed in her Avatar’s body, but you knew for a fact that that psychotic maniac was still breathing somewhere.

Steven didn’t have the stomach to kill anymore, and Marc…

Either his mind would be changed by Steven or not kill Harrow at all to spite Khonshu.

“I suppose you were the one who ran off and went on a killing spree when Marc blacked out?”

Jake nodded; his eyes guarded.

“You were protecting them.”

He nodded again.

“Do they know you exist?”

“No.”

“If you stay with me or with Khonshu, they’ll find out soon enough.”

“That’s why I want to get to Harrow before that, hermosa.”

You raised your brow at the second time he called you that. “Charmer,” you smiled playfully.

Finally relaxing and letting your guard down around the new alter, your eyes glowed again.

“Give me one hour.”

…

You were starting to regret not taking the passenger seat.

Yet you also needed a breather from Jake.

You were trying to tell yourself it was because you missed Steven so much…

… but Jake was waking up something else inside you.

It scared you. Scared that you might give into him.

You couldn’t do that to Steven.

“Why would I ever need anybody else when he has no idea how troubled he truly is?”

You hated to admit it, but you sided with Harrow for a split-second while Khonshu gloated on keeping Marc as his Avatar.

“And you’re okay with that, langga?”

You hissed at the name, but you tried not to get too riled up.

“You don’t want those to be your last words, you piece of shit.”

It’ll all be over soon.

“Besides, it doesn’t matter what I think. Marc and Steven don’t know.”

Arthur’s face twisted in confusion.

“Meet my friend, Jake Lockley.”

You barely flinched when you felt the bullet whiz past you and straight into Harrow’s head after Jake said his final words to the cultist.

Harrow slumped forward and fell to the floor where he slowly bled out.

It was over.

You hoisted yourself through the limousine partition window and sat on the passenger seat, not wanting to spend the rest of the ride with a dead body.

Jake narrowed his eyes when your shoes touched the leather seat.

“Really? You’re complaining over my shoes when Harrow is bleeding on your floor mats?”

Jake ignored you and didn’t waste any time and began driving away from the hospital.

Despite being ignored, your eyes continued to watch him, studying what made him so different from the rest.

Jake seemed to be more comfortable with Khonshu’s idea of vengeance, and it made you wonder if he was created because of Khonshu or because of something else.

Either way, the rush of a thousand innocent lives being avenged felt good.

And you had Jake to thank for that.

Now, you really felt that Egypt was a closed chapter…

“I can hear you thinking loudly over there, hermosa.”

His gloved hand reached out and gave your thigh a comforting squeeze.

“Want me to take your mind off things?”

… well, somewhat closed.

#jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #bakunawa!reader #bakunawa au #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader

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thedeliverygod · 2 months

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So there were a few things I wish would have gone differently towards the end of Noragami, but I realize Adachitoka has been fighting health problems in order to finish off everything to a reasonable stopping point so I can't complain too much.

Still, being the endless yatori simp that I am, I wanted to write something a little more romance heavy. I've been working on this bit by bit since the final chapter came out through a lot of mental health issues so I apologize if there's any errors I didn't catch.

It goes without saying that this chapter includes spoilers from the last arc/final chapters of the Noragami manga, so read at your own risk with that in mind!

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A Reason

Hiyori awoke in a dimly lit room surrounded by curtains; clearly a hospital, but unfamiliar. ‘Where am I?’ She wondered before she noticed a wetness on her cheek, ‘Is that mine…?’

She reached up to touch her face before she realized she was wearing an oxygen mask. ‘What happened?’ As she started to try to recollect what had made her end up in the hospital, her lips started to let out a sound, “Ya…?”

Hiyori furrowed her brows. What was she going to say?

As she sat up, she felt a vague emptiness take over her. Like something or someone was missing, but she couldn’t place it. Her body ached in pain, but somehow this hurt worse.

She slipped the oxygen mask and slid carefully out of the hospital bed to not yank the IV from her hand. Moving aside the curtain, she noticed a large window and automatically moved towards it. ‘Let’s try to find out where I am first.’ She tried to soothe herself, the anxiety building as feelings of confusion continued to build and whirl around in her mind.

The snow outside was half as tall as she was; this was definitely not Tokyo. She had to be somewhere much farther north.

As she stared at the falling snow in awe and wonder, she thought, ‘It looks like sakura petals…’ Suddenly, that empty feeling welled up in her again and tears begin to fill her eyes. She reached up and put her hand against the window, the cold of the outside seeping through the glass. ‘I…I came here looking for someone.’ It was fuzzy, but she knew that statement was a fact. It explained this feeling that she had deep in her chest of loss.

‘Remember, self, remember…’ She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration and pressed harder against the window. Logically, she knew she couldn’t exactly will herself out of amnesia, but she felt whatever was missing was literally on the tip of her tongue. After all, she’d nearly said something right when she woke up.

With her eyes closed, her nose honed in on a sweet scent that seemingly came out of nowhere. As it filled her nostrils, she immediately felt her muscles relax. ‘This scent… it smells so good.’ She inhaled, slowly. ‘It’s… my favorite smell.’

The past year and a half hit her all at once and she nearly fell over. Her throat growing tight, she came to a realization.

‘Yato.’

She still wasn’t clear on what had happened since she had joined up with Nora to find him, that part was still hazy, but she could tell by his scent that he was here. In this hospital. In fact, only a few feet away at most.

She turned around, noting a doctor at the nearby desk and a nurse walking in the opposite direction. But no sign of Yato.

She moved back towards her hospital bed, closing the curtain behind her. She inhaled again as she noted no sign of him still.

‘He’s right here somewhere; his scent is so strong.’ She carefully tiptoed out of the other side of the curtain around her bed and noticed the curtain was pulled partially around the bed next to hers. Looking at the bottom of the curtain, sure enough, she noticed his unmistakable boots.

Inhaling again, this time to prepare herself, she stepped into the curtain and carefully yanked him towards him back into her space by his arm.

He practically let out a scream as she grabbed him and she forced a laugh, “You’re not very good at hiding, you know.”

“Hi—” He started to say her name, dumbfounded, before he cut himself off. His eyes were wide in shock and it wasn’t long until a tear slipped down his face.

“Hi, Yato.” She smiled brightly through her own tears, letting go of her harsher grasp on his wrist to reach up and gently pat his forearm, “I’m so happy to see you.”

“How… how…” He sputtered as the tears grew in number, not able to form a sentence.

She let go of him and sat back onto the hospital bed, once again being careful of her IV line as she admitted, “I came looking for you, of course. I don’t really know how I ended up here, though. Was it you?”

Yato’s face darkened, answering quietly, “Yes.”

“…Why do you look upset about helping me?” She furrowed her brow in confusion.

“It’s my fault you’re here. And I tried to fix it, but… I don’t know what happened.” He answered in a mutter, not meeting her eyes.

She shook her head, “I know you’d never hurt me; I’m sure it was your father, and that’s not your fault. By the way, is he…?” She trailed off, not sure what to say.

“He’s taken care of.” He answered automatically, almost emotionlessly. His voice heavy again, he continued, “But it is my fault. You should have never been involved with any of this. I should have listened to Tenjin. I should have listened to you; the very first wish you made to me was to return to normal.”

Hiyori’s shoulders fell at his rebuttal, “Yeah, but that involved cutting our ties, and we decided that wasn’t for the best.”

“You decided, because you didn’t know any better. And I eagerly followed along because I was selfish.” Yato retorted harshly, still staring down at the floor.

Feeling a bit of anger rise in her, she demanded, “Yato, what is this about? Why are you being like this?”

“Hiyori.” He finally looked up and she realized that unlike her tears of relief and joy of reuniting with him, his were of pain. He swallowed and tried to speak with a stronger voice, “Hiyori, you died.”

“I… What?” Her breath caught in her chest.

She could remember everything seeming to shift unnaturally around her. And she remembered seeing Yato, but he looked as he did as a child. After that, nothing.

“My dad; he tore your cord. You died, and it was my fault. I named you, even, to keep you from my dad. And you saved us, just like you always do.” He reached up to wipe at his eyes forcefully with the back of his hand, “Yukine found your body and I did what I could to bring you back. But nothing would work. So I did the one thing I had always refused before; I cut our ties. And it worked. So I promised myself that I wouldn’t expose you to the far shore again. But you… how do you remember?” He looked over her, exasperated.

Her eyes widened in horror and her heart dropped down into her stomach as she processed what he had said. Ignoring his question, she asked her own, “I thought I was your lifeline? You cut our ties…?”

He shook his head and let out a bit of a scoff at her reaction, “Hiyori, that doesn’t matter. When you were dead—I was already disappearing. I figured it was too late for me either way—but you. You have so much more life to live. And that’s what you need to do.” He started to turn away, “I guess it was my fault you remembered since I came back to check in on you. I should have stayed away and kept things the way they’re supposed to be.”

“The way they’re supposed to be?” Hiyori repeated incredulously, letting out a half laugh, “Yato, for as long as I’ve known you I’ve heard other others say how cutting ties is one of your specialties. If you cut our ties and I still remember, I think that is the proof that this is the way things are supposed to be. And if—if you named me, then you know… Our emas were tied together. We’re soulmates.” She swallowed, her voice trembling, “And that I’m in love with you.”

Yato clenched his eyes shut and he seemed to fold into himself. “Hiyori, I’m sorry. I can’t.” With that, he was gone.

It was a struggle, trying to keep him in her memories. And he certainly went out of his way to make it even harder.

When she finally returned home, she found that his shrine was gone. Her journal and photographs as well; anything that held an obvious tie to him and Yukine or any other members of the far shore. Thankfully somethings that were more vague he had spared, such as some souvenirs from their trip to Capypa Land.

She clung to those as her own lifelines and started a fresh journal, writing down the most important points and making daily reminders for herself to not let him slip from her memories. Now it was programmed into her that whenever she got that cold empty feeling, all she had to do was flip through her journal and everything would come back into place.

It’d been months since they’d last seen each other in the hospital, but she wasn’t giving up. Needing some fresh air, she went to go sit on the porch and relished the warmth from the late spring day.

Looking over the pond and appreciating the various flowers blooming, she noted something looked different. Or maybe just felt different.

“…Nora?” She tried out, quietly.

The water was still and all she heard in response was the chirps of birds in another part of the yard.

‘Of course, she hates that name.’ She reminded herself.

“Hiiro, are you there?” Hiyori tried again, and this time, the water stirred.

The small girl appeared in a flash next to the pond, donning a beautiful navy-blue kimono. Shyly, she answered, “That’s not my name anymore, you know.”

She smiled widely and leaned forward in interest, “What is it? And who named you?”

The younger girl pushed a bit of dirt around with her sandal, “…Aiko. By Kofuku, but she let me pick it.”

“It’s so perfect.” Hiyori wiped away a tear at the corner of her eye, “So Kofuku-san is the one who named you, huh? How do you like living there?”

Aiko smiled softly, “It’s a lot of fun.” Getting a more serious look on her face and brushing off her kimono, she asked, “Hiyori, how do you remember me?”

“A lot of effort,” She admitted before slipping her sandals on to walk out to where Aiko was by the pond, “Did you know about Yato taking my stuff? He’s such a pain.”

She nodded sheepishly, “Actually… What you wrote about me… That’s what helped me pick my name.”

“That makes me so happy.” She beamed and met her eyes, “I meant every word of it, Aiko-chan.”

“I know.” The younger girl returned the smile and they shared a few small giggles.

Smoothing out the hem of her shirt awkwardly, Hiyori shifted the conversation, “So, speaking of Yato… Is he back at Kofuku-san’s too?”

Aiko nodded again, “He avoided it for a while in case you went looking for him, but yes. He and Yukine are staying there again.”

“Perfect.” Hiyori grinned and cracked her knuckles in anticipation.

“…What exactly are you planning to do?” Aiko gave her a look of confusion.

“I just want to make him listen to me and not run off like he did at the hospital.” She answered with a huff of annoyance. Looking back to Aiko, she put her hands in a pleading motion, “So please don’t tell him I saw you today, okay? I assume he asked you to check in on me…”

“Naturally.” She answered automatically, “But, even if he asked, I was happy to get to see you again. I’m sorry I was so resistant at first, but… you did teach me a lot of things. So, thank you.” She gave a small bow.

Hiyori shook her head, “I’m so happy to see you again, too, Aiko. Once I get through Yato’s thick skull, hopefully we’ll see each other more often.”

She smiled at that, “I look forward to it.”

And so exactly a week later, Hiyori made her way to Kofuku’s house unannounced. She had debated letting the pink haired god know about her plans, but she figured there was a chance of her accidentally letting things slip and having Yato evade her again was something she couldn’t risk.

Luckily, Aiko was the one to answer the door. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” She greeted quietly.

“Had to keep the element of surprise.” Hiyori smiled back.

“He and Yukine are upstairs. I’m going to go back to doing the dishes for now.” She gave a small wave and Hiyori nodded.

She knew she’d never hear the end of it otherwise, so she tiptoed into the living room. Kofuku was busy flipping through a magazine but Daikoku had immediately noticed her.

His mouth agape, he called out in surprise, “Hiyori-chan…”

Kofuku’s head snapped up and her eyes welled with tears, “Hiyorin!” Within seconds, the god had clung onto Hiyori with loud wails.

“Shhh.” Hiyori put a finger up to her lips, “I’m happy to see you too, Kofuku-san, Daikoku-san. But Yato doesn’t know I’m here.”

“He said he had cut your ties…” Daikoku stuttered as he tried to get the sentence out, still in disbelief.

She gave a small but frustrated smile, admitting, “He tried to. And then when I remembered him, he tried to avoid me so that I’d forget again. So that’s why I’m here.”

Still teary eyed, Kofuku looked up at her from where she clung to her waist, “Yato-chan was just trying to do what he thought was best…”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and nodded, “But he was wrong. And I’m going to make him see that.” Looking back down to Kofuku, she asked, “Can you help me surprise him and Yukine-kun?”

At this, the god perked up and finally let go. Nodding excitedly, she agreed, “Let’s go!”

While Kofuku loudly clambered up the stairs, Hiyori made sure to step quietly behind her.

With a few taps on the door, she called out, “Yato-chan, Yukki~ I’ve got something for you.”

“Dessert?” Yato questioned in a confused but interested tone.

“Sure, sure!” Kofuku chirped back.

Hiyori heard some shuffling between the two boys before she heard Yukine comment, “I’ll get it.”

As the door started to open, Kofuku nudged Hiyori forward and moved behind her.

Yukine’s curious eyes quickly switched into one of being overwhelmed by emotions. His hand dropped and the door slowly fell open as he called out, “Hiyori!”

She wrapped him into her arms as he began sniffling, hugging him tightly, “I’ve missed you, Yukine-kun.”

He weakly hugged her back through his falling tears.

As she looked up, she saw Yato; frozen in shock. As he made the slightest movement, she sternly warned, “You better not be trying to go anywhere, Yato.”

Yukine pulled away and looked at the god in a mix of confusion of annoyance, “You knew that she remembered us?”

Yato opened his mouth, trying to think of an answer, before he bit down on his lip and looked away.

“Yukki, let’s give them some time to talk. Okay?” Kofuku gently guided him towards the door, “Hiyori won’t leave without telling us, right?” She reassured him before looking over to the other girl.

Hiyori gave a soft smile, “Of course not. I’ll talk to you more in a little while, Yukine-kun. I promise.”

His shoulders relaxed and he put on a small smile as he nodded, “Okay.” With that, he and Kofuku exited the room and closed the door behind them.

In an exasperated tone, Yato looked up at Hiyori from under his bangs, “What do you want from me, Hiyori?”

“To listen to me.” She answered, putting her hands on her hips and moving a few steps closer to him. “You need to stop deciding what’s good for me or for anyone else without talking to us. I don’t know if Yukine-kun talked to you about it or not, but you deciding to go off on your own was infuriating back then too.”

She knelt in front of him, wording her thoughts carefully though she was sure Daikoku was out of earshot, “And you know better than anyone now exactly the way that I feel whenever I forget you, Yukine-kun and everyone else tied to the far shore. I felt it back when you were in yomi and when I woke up at the hospital. It’s miserable, Yato; to know something so important to you is missing and yet not be able to place it.”

He remained silent as he bit his lip before mumbling a counter, “Maybe if you just gave it time…”

“I don’t want to give it time.” She fired back, “I want to be happy. I want my life to be whole. And that’s not possible without you in it.”

His eyes met hers for a moment before he looked back down at his lap.

“Look, after everything that happened… I don’t remember much, but I can see it really hurt you. If you don’t want to be as close as before, I get it. Emas tied or not, it’s your choice. But don’t cut me out completely. That’s all I’m asking, okay?” Her voice cracked as she finished, the anger and annoyance ebbing away into vulnerability.

He looked up at her with wide eyes as she continued.

“Honestly, I don’t think I can even leave my body anymore if that makes you feel any better. I won’t be taking on ayakashi or anything else dangerous. I just… want to be with you.” Hiyori fell forward onto her hands as all her energy started to fade from letting out everything she’d been holding in for the past few months.

She felt herself being pulled against his chest, his voice quiet, “The problem is I’d want to be even closer. And that’s what I’m scared of.” He hid his face against her shoulder, “I can’t lose you like that again.”

“That’s what I’m asking for—is not to lose you.” She gripped on to his jacket blindly as her eyes started to fill with tears, looking up towards the ceiling, “Like I said back in the hospital: for you to cut our ties and for me to still remember… That had to have happened for a reason. So, please…”

“Well it’s hard to say no when you put it like that.” He answered matter-of-factly, his voice slightly muffled by her blouse.

Hiyori smiled to herself and shook her head, her chin moving against his shoulder, “Sorry. You know I don’t really back down without putting up a fight.”

Yato sighed loudly, “Yeah, I’m aware.”

Letting a moment of silence pass over them, she questioned in a whisper, “So what’s your answer?”

He turned his head and she felt a jolt move through her body as she felt his lips at her neck. “Well, to reply to something you said before… I’m in love with you too. Have been for a while. Which is what made all of this so complicated. Maybe you figured that out already.” He continued talking near her ear, unmoving.

Swallowing nervously, she shook her head again, “No, I wasn’t sure. Not until you just said it.”

Yato gave a bit of a sarcastic laugh, “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t remember…”

“Remember what?” Her hands let go of his jacket and she started to pull away, wanting to look him in the eyes.

“I’d been doing CPR on you for a while and it wasn’t really working.” He explained, his eyes on the floor but slowly meeting hers as he finished, “So I just kind of tried anything I could think of and kissed you? Thinking maybe I could like… give you whatever sort of energy I had. I don’t know. I was desperate, okay?” Seeing her start to flush deeply, he continued defensively, “And to be fair, it worked! You started breathing again not long after that.”

Hiyori reached up to hide her face for a moment before peeking out over the tips of her fingers, “I can’t decide if that’s romantic or creepy.”

His jaw hung open in disbelief before he answered loudly, “It’s romantic! Definitely romantic. Anyway, what happened so hard to trying to sway me to make up my mind? I haven’t officially given an answer yet.”

She ignored his outburst, asking quietly, “Do you want to try that again? You know, now that I’m conscious.”

Yato was ready to fire back another retort but quickly backed down, stuttering, “T-try again?”

“This.” She touched the side of his face gently, her eyelids lowering and her mouth parting.

He hummed an affirmative as he mirrored her, quickly gathering her into his arms again and pulling her closer as he melted into her. Finally, he affirmed in a warm mumble against her, “I’m not going anywhere, Hiyori.”

“Thank you.” She answered back, a few tears of happiness sprinkling past her eyelashes.

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tokuteasings · 1 year

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Kiss Headcanons - Ohsama Sentai Kingohger

IF I GOTTA FUCKING MAKE CONTENT FOR KINGOHGER, I FUCKING WILL. TALE ONEECHAN WILL NOT LET MY FELLOW KINGOHGER SIMPS GO HUNGRY-

so yeah ive been on a kingohger train ever since the first episode so here i am. im not sorry. now take it.

Warnings: Some is a biiiit nsfw kinda but other than that? Not much. Probably some OOC a bit but oh well. We’re all here to have fun anyway.

@lunalove25 babe im so sorry fhdusihbugfh

Gira

Kisses with Gira are these sweet affairs that are accented by starlight nights, hand-in-hand, promises kept between the two of you that are these sweet little whispers within the wee hours of the night. It’s these waltzes that are sugary sweet and gets you addicted to him. He’s always holding you whenever he kisses you, never letting you go because he loves you oh so much! He’s princely, adoring, everything and anything you could want. He’s the boy next door, these summer kisses on the trail ends of a wonderland vacation and you kiss him like it's your last and you’ll never see him again. Gira always smiles into each and every kiss you two share because…he just does. He does it because these emotions make his heart flutter and he cannot help but smile!

It’s different when he puts on the image of the “evil king” however. These are passionate, secret trysts between lovers. It doesn’t mean he isn’t adorable during this, smiling into his kiss as well but it’s more so of a smirk. He’s also still clinging on to you while doing this, but it’s more so of an emotion of “I don’t want to let you go.” versus his normal emotion of “I want to be with you.” Sure the kids get all grossed out by the kisses but as dramatic as Gira is, he loves dipping you whenever he kisses you in this persona. Or spinning you around and then dipping you! Just to make the kids roll their eyes.

Hand kisses are different for each of the Kingohgers; but for Gira sure it’s this reverent thing but he adores hand kisses in general. Sure it’s a sign of royalty but Gira loves it when you kiss his knuckles since he’s such a tactile person first and foremost. He isn’t royalty but a king of evil and sometimes during roleplays he will dramatically kiss your hand and send you a wink. This leads him to spinning you around and dipping you as said earlier but honestly, these hand kisses almost make him shy if you give them back to him. He does preen inside at them but it’s different now that he’s actually an “evil king” and a part of him feels…almost unworthy? He’ll brush it off if you ask him about it but it’ll take some time for him to get used to you kissing his hand. Giving your hand kisses is merely a gesture that is something that simply happens! He doesn’t give hand kisses as much as like cheek or lip kisses but these are nice.

Gira also is a spontaneous kisser! Whenever he sees you, he has this energy to him that makes him want to run to you, catch you into his arms, and kiss your breath away. He’s pretty open to PDA but tones it down around children. He’s merely happy with simple cheek kisses, pecks on the lips, but forehead kisses make him melt the most, especially once he puts on his evil king persona. You get this small little giggle out of him, that breaks character before he’s blushing and clearing his throat to regain his composure. But Gira adores giving you forehead kisses too! Those are, perhaps, his favorite. He preens and purrs in this adoring little way. But forehead kisses in the lull of calm are also lovely. He can let his heart run wild, loosen his burdens and drop his shoulders. He’s safe here, he doesn’t have to fight, pretend, or run for his life. He can just think of you and you alone.

How often he needs kisses is another story. Gira is secretly pretty clingy and he isn’t super vocal about his wants and needs. He’s happy to exist in the same space as you but while sometimes he can speak that he wants a kiss, there are moments when he can’t. It’s not that he’s shy, it’s just this silence because he gets tongue tied for a moment or just generally misses you. You see this in his angsty little posture, nervously shifting from side to side and glancing up at you and to your lips. He wants to say something but he can’t. It’s best just to ask him what he wants and he’ll say it, but sometimes it’s best to tease him and slam your lips together! It’s fucking amazing just to see him flush and stutter before he does the same to you.

Yanma Gust

It’s electric. It’s a shock to your systems. You always get this jolt of dopamine from him or literal static electricity depending on the situation. Yanma is not the most affectionate person in public, but the kisses he gives you are something that are meant to jumpstart your systems and bring you back to earth instead of riding high on the love you two have for each other - although he does tend to do the same…not that he would admit it. But these kisses are firing off so many neurons within your head, giving you the most lovely of rushes as he grips on to you. He doesn’t want to let you go, not when this addicting feeling that defies all logic and returns him to his base emotions exists. He’s going to keep it here for as long as he can. Keep you by his side, as long as you are willing to fly with him.

Public kisses are not too often due to how busy he is and he has people watching him constantly. Many people adore him and honestly, they fucking ship you two to hell and back. It’s hilarious to see especially Shiokara who lets out small little, “Kya~!” or dramatic gasps whenever he sees you two show affection to each other in public. He would cover his eyes but peek through his fingers and Yanma would berate him and tell him to leave with the most red-ass face. But honestly, even though Yanma tends to brush off your kisses during public moments, “Save them for later. I’m busy,” would be his excuse, he secretly enjoys them. He’s almost…pouty in a way, that he has to “share” your visage with others. He reserves these kisses for his office, quick little pecks here and there on the lips and cheeks and if you’re lucky…sometimes he will pin you to the wall and show you how much he missed your lips against his…

Hand kisses, to Yanma, are a blessing. He works with his hands so often that he forgets to take care of them, and thus, himself. Hand kisses, thus, are like these moments that force him to relax and think of something else other than his work for once. He does flush whenever you do it to him (especially in public) but there’s this small smile to his lips whenever you do it and he inwardly preens at the gesture. Yanma giving hand kisses on the other hand, is a way for him to say “thank you” to you. He is more than able to do it verbally, but there’s times when he is a man of action and not of words. So he tends to kiss the pads of your fingers first, then the tip of your finger, then your finger joints, then knuckles, and then the back of your hand. He’s a lot more sappy whenever he does this, smiling into each and every gesture he gives you.

In private, Yanma is passionate. It’s all of the affection he can’t show in public towards you just building up and bubbling over until it snaps within him. You’re pinned against the wall, to the door, to the floor, whatever surface this man can reach...you are not escaping from him. He is the top of your world, he is your king, and he demands that you pay attention to him. Perhaps it is full blown make out sessions, with him cupping your chin and forcing you to look at him. He just...can’t hold it in anymore. Intelligent as he is, sometimes he needs to turn off his brain and let his emotions rule him, as they always did, perhaps.

Yanma...leaves you wanting these kisses. He knows how to make you yearn for more but honestly, so does he. He doesn’t need kisses too often, so he claims, but in fact he does need them. It’s a sort of game of cat-and-mouse between you. How long can you two keep apart from one another? How long can you two go without kissing one another? How long can you two go without being in each other’s arms? It depends on Yanma’s workload but sometimes he can’t do it anymore and just beckons you to his office to just kiss you. Sometimes he can get jealous as well, and sometimes he likes making you jealous. Honestly, it’s a toss up...but he’s a calculative man...he knows how to play you like a damn fiddle - to kiss your breath away and knows every single little spot to make you keel...

Himeno Ran

It’s sugar, it’s spice, it’s everything nice. Kissing Himeno is this delicacy of high class dining, of a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. You will not deny her, to defy her is a sin against the will of a goddess. She demands to be worshiped, to be loved, to steal away your breath and heart and let her worship you in turn as well. Despite her haughty attitude and her ego, Himeno adores love for the sake of love. Her kingdom is a thing of beauty and to her, you are the most beautiful thing in the world (next to herself). She always tastes of honey and sweet wine, like she came fresh out of a garden and always smells of the most lavish of roses. Each kiss you two share is like a romp through the gardens, like you two have been together forever and will bloom together for an eternity.

Hand kisses for her are a power trip for her. She preens and purrs every time you kiss the back of her hand. Everyone does it, as she is a royal, but yours are just special to her. She tends to giggle and coyly twirl a lock of her blonde hair around her gloved finger, “Oh, for me? Dearest heart, you shouldn’t have. But please continue.” but despite this, kissing the tips of her fingers is different. She’s used to being kissed on the back of the hand, but the kisses you share with her on her fingers are much more intimate and actually make her flush just a bit. She only tends to take her gloves off around you, and only you. You are the only one that has the pleasure to kiss the most intimate parts of her. And she is proud of it. But kissing your hands is different. She’s spontaneous about it and sure she does it because it’s royal decorum and all but it’s these...butterfly kisses that dust against your knuckles that pour out every single part of her love for you.

Public kisses are found aplenty. She will make her kisses upon you known to the entire world and the servants tend to roll their eyes and nod their heads whenever she does this. But to her, because you two are in love with one another why else wouldn’t she want to showcase it all to the world?! Whenever she can, she will happily kiss you and demand to be kissed! As your queen and your queen alone, Himeno Ran deserves all of your kisses and attention. Also is kind of dramatic and will fucking dip you and be dipped for kisses in return after doing a little spin~!

Himeno needs kisses now and often. She is clingy as all get out and will demand them whenever she sees you. They are her rewards for her beauty, for her existence. But here’s the thing, the kisses she gives to you whenever she’s in a romantic mood (which is often) are greedy but they’re softer. Flower petals against your lips like you two are slow dancing to some sort of beat only you two know. In fact, kisses while you two are dancing together are possibly some of her favorite. She would rest your head against her shoulder if you’re shorter than her or hers on yours if you’re taller - sometimes you two can turn your heads to the side to press a kiss to the neck or the cheek but other times it’s these slow lazy kisses that cause her heart to utterly skip a beat and a cute little flush to her cheeks.

Himeno has a bit of a jealous streak so expect her to leave her lipstick marks all over you. It gets smeared on your lips all the time, on to your cheeks, or literally everywhere she can reach. Even the places only you two would know. If you wipe it off, Himeno will only press more upon you. She claims it only adds into your beauty, and she loves having her lipstick marks decorating your skin like some sort of necklace. If you do the same to her (like hickies or whatnot) she will wear them with pride though doll them up with a hint of make up to make them stand out a bit more. Expect jealous kisses often as well, she is a possessive young lady and uh...the entire kingdom knows it.

Rita Kanisuka

Kissing Rita is cold at first, stepping out into a winter day but the gesture of love between you is more than enough to warm you both up from the inside out. It’s this equilibrium of hot and cold, sharing each other’s heat and chill till it reaches a pitch and you two are forced to break apart. They’re awkward in expressing affection but they will let you know in the most simple of ways. Whenever you two finish kissing, you two always end up pressing your foreheads together to further bask in that warmth that is meant to be shared. Because Rita is bad at expressing things vocally, they prefer these sweeter and passionate kisses even if they freeze up sometimes. But trust me when I say that Rita desires warmth from you, tangling a hand into your hair to pull you close to their form and never letting you go until you both are out of breath. If you kiss them both with this same amount of passion, there is a possibility they will melt...

Rita secretly adores finger kisses and nose kisses. Because of how cold Gokkan is, those types of kisses warm them up oh so quickly. Sometimes you can’t tell if they’re just cold or if they’re just blushing brightly. But while it is a power trip, Rita prefers these kisses because it’s intimate and a form of affection between you. In private, they take off their gloves and touch you is this...new sensation for them. To Rita, it’s almost like only you are allowed to feel their actual touch and to be blessed with the butterfly kisses of a monarch so shrouded in mystery that you have solved it and will keep this secret to yourself until you die. Similarly, despite their timidness, Rita will also give you the same finger and nose kisses in order to warm you up as well! The cold is a dangerous thing and they would hate it if you got frostbitten! Himeno likes to joke that it’s a “good luck charm” to get rid of frostbite and Rita told her to shove it but would still keep doing it anyway, lol.

Rita in public will never give you kisses in any capacity. In fact, they probably keep this relationship a secret from everyone around them, even their own attendant Morphonia. They will find out one way or another because Rita has never shown such tenderness to other people before but...yeah, you’re going to be starved for affection in public. If you are starved for it though, Rita will brush your hands together and a brief squeeze of the hand before letting you go - perhaps an apology or a promise for more. It doesn’t mean Rita won’t sneak kisses to you from time to time - reserved for only office visits and the briefest of kisses that almost seem like they never existed in the first place. Sometimes you need to take the plunge and pull them by their stupid collar into a kiss during these private moments and make them fucking die on the inside. It’s so cute to see their pale cheeks burn red because of this and you gotta burn this image into your head for all eternity.

Rita secretly does enjoy these kisses you two share but truth be told, sometimes it is overwhelming. They’re not used to these sorts of affections and the first kisses you two shared were rather awkward. Sometimes these awkward moments remain because they cannot properly vocalize their wants and needs to kiss you. Sometimes it’s like complete radio silence, other times they simply just stand by you and glance towards your lips in this silent plea for some sort of affection. Further into the relationship, they’re better at vocalizing and even portraying these affections with gently caresses of the hand or pulling you towards them. Still, it is best to help them ease into this with gentle kisses and taking the lead half of the time.

There are days when you think Rita just...doesn’t care for you. They’re so cold most of the time and cool headed, thinking of work and the kingdom that sometimes you feel like you’re alone. So when Rita is made aware of this, their kisses become much more passionate. It’s this apology for not being there for you, yes, but Rita...wants to be out there. In reality, they’re working on their confidence to properly approach you with the affection that you deserve. Rita promises, internally, that they will one day be able to properly kiss you and sweep you off of your feet. But until then, they are fine with these secret kisses and sweet, saccharine forehead kisses that melt their heart and forever etch yourself into their mind. Perhaps because of those forehead kisses, Rita finds them to be their favorite. They’re simple, quick, adoring, and tell you many things at once.

Kaguragi Dybowski

It’s sake against your tongue. It’s this honeyed wine that drowns you deeper and deeper into this drunken stupor that you never want to get out of. In fact, why would you even want to? Not when he’s tilting your chin to meet him (upwards or downwards depending on the height diff) and using his silvery tongue to lure you into this dance that allows you two to get lost into the movements. Where will it lead you two? No one knows, least of all Kaguragi. But these kisses leave you breathless every time, perhaps flushed and he only chuckles and loudly laughs before asking, “Do you wish to kiss again?” with a silly little wiggle of his brows and maybe letting your noses “kiss” before going on to the main event. But whenever he smiles into the kiss...it’s a smirk. It’s a plan of how to make you keel and keen, or just him enjoying the sensation.

Loves hiding his kisses behind his fan, for a dramatic flair. Just a bit. But there is this underlying possessiveness to each time he does this. Especially in public, where he’s robbing everyone of your beautiful visage that only he himself can see. Though, Kaguragi doesn’t mind cheek kisses in public and will show you off to the people around him. But lip kisses are sacred for him, and perhaps this is a show of how much he is truly into this relationship. He double-deals and triple-deals and sometimes it’s hard to figure out what Kaguragi is going to do next but if he’s keeping you this close to him, hiding you from the world and being utterly selfish when he’s normally so selfless...

Kaguragi actually doesn’t kiss your hand in public, cheek kisses are the only thing you are getting in public. Though, actually, you give him the finger and hand kisses more often than not. Kaguragi will kiss your hand but he tends to blush and inwardly smile whenever you kiss his hand. His hands are a bit rough and while they are cared for, something like these small intimate gestures between you two makes him inwardly...feel at ease. There’s no need to lie, to cheat, to steal, and he can just be himself around you. He protects his kingdom, he protects you, and you protect his heart. Him giving hand kisses can lead to sexy times but more so it’s along the lines of: “Believe me when words fail me, believe me when my tongue has done to harm, believe me when this gesture is only a part of how much I truly do love you and treasure you.”

Kisses are a game and a reward at the same time. To someone like Kaguragi, he may pepper you with affection for one minute and then leave you high and dry the next. Sometimes if you two are doing something together and something positive happens between the two of you, he’ll plant a kiss upon your lips or your cheek. It’s not that he’s competitive but sometimes he just likes teasing you to the fullest. This is more evident in private, when Kaguragi will be doing paperwork and turn to turn, “My dearest, will you perchance give me a kiss once I finished this page?” and if you’re doing something, “Ah! You are almost done with your work? Well then, this calls for a celebration!” but if he’s in a playful mood, he’ll sneakily try to kiss your lips but then misdirect his lips and kiss somewhere else! He’ll be like “Ah! I missed, I apologize.” he’s doing this on purpose. Make him flustered by slamming your lips together. It’s the fucking best.

Actually, it’s difficult to make him loose his cool. But truth be told, the best way to do this with Kaguragi is to simply show him much softer kisses. It’s not that he can’t do them, it’s more so a gentle surprise each them you two do so. He’s been desired before, he knows what that is. But to be loved in this capacity? Of holding his face in your hands and running thumbs over his cheekbones, to tilt your head to the side sweetly and let these gestures runaway with you both...so take his face into your hands and watch him melt. Watch him worship you as the sun who warms the lands of his home and blesses them with life. Kiss his forehead and his nose during these times, to let him know that Kaguragi can simply be Kaguragi. Not the damiyo of his home, but himself.

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unfunnyaceartist · 1 month

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Vent post ahead that may change your view on me and that may sound dramatic (NOT DIRECTED AT ANYONE, THIS IS JUST IN GENERAL) Mostly just to get out my feelings. I only ask that if you look, to be kind and understanding and patient. Also the tags are silly and id appreciate if you read em. id appreciate if you didnt ask me anything on it

I feel toxic sometimes because i can get so jealous i borderline gatekeep things and I always feel so bad because its never intentional but then I end up hating myself because I know its unhealthy and irrational but I cant help it, and I know im so lucky and have a lot in many senses of the word, but at times it feels like they can be taking everything, because when I like someone or something, they tend to matter a fuck-ton to me. Im sorry to anyone ive lashed out at a bit for them wanting what I have, I really am. Its not coming from a place of hostility, rather a place of trauma responses and hyperfixation that stem from my adhd and autism but like when I try something and it goes great, and then someone else is like "OOH thats awesome I wanna do that too" It feels almost like when Im finally happy or excited or proud to have something, someone comes and takes it. Usually Ill play it off as a joke, but in reality, its complete honesty that im trying to soften so I dont upset anyone, especially when its over fiction or a person, because I do NOT own them and I know that, but it bothers me when someone swoops in to do the exact same things or even one-up especially when its really soon after me, and since my self worth is already abysmal, it just makes me feel worse, like I should be lucky to have what I do to begin with, but I feel the need to hold it close to me and protect it so I dont lose things that make me really happy.

Recently Ive even started reverse gatekeeping in response to others, where ill just tell myself I cant or dont deserve to have anything special because I'm not, and only others can enjoy this. But thats why people making me ship content makes me so happy. Its dumb to get jealous over others selfshipping with a character I like. Its dumb to get upset over someone I know copying or taking heavy inspiration from one of my ideas. Its dumb to get possessive over someone else trying to befriend my new awesome friends or wife/wives. I rarely selfship anymore due to my reverse gatekeeping and instead serve the others who simp or enjoy content. I provide since I feel I cant take. It makes me happy and distracts me. But the moment someone else does something similar to what is my toxic coping mechanism for my toxic coping mechanism, it only hurts worse. Thats why sometimes, for example, I get a bit snappy when someone else provides gummybunny (that and also shipping jealousy sometimes). Thats why I get snappy when I make a friend someone else super cool and then another person comes in and wants to befriend them (No darken, this wasnt directed at you, its happened more than once with more than one person but I know how you tend to assume). I LOVE giving but I hate sharing, because all my life whenever I shared, I lost something.

Introduce a friend to a friend? They leave me behind for eachother. Let someone wear my fitbit because they wanted to feel "rich"? It got stolen. Give money to someone in a "rough spot" who promised to repay me somehow? Never saw them again. I was always so trusting and understanding, and I always made excuses for others. Always so naive and gullible. So much so, in fact, that in elementary I kept letting my bullies pretend to be my friends when they claimed they changed, and let them destroy any ounce of worth I had whatsoever. Things that make me happy I CHERISH because of all the things ive lost and all my experiences. Ive never been hit, not once, but the abuse all my life came emotionally and mentally, and I only recently realized through therapy. Now its hard to trust people in certain situations. Sorry for my probably hard to follow and melodramatic rant.

sorry im dumb haha

#tw vent #By the time I finished writing the post I was no longer a mess about it but im still gonna post it #I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF I SEE ANYONE APOLOGIZING FOR MY OWN ISSUES IM GONNA BE PISSED #yall read all the tags its beneficial lol #Ngl SOME of this jealousy hits hardest with Gummy #because Ill FINALLY get fed some simp food for myself #and then yk #theyll kinda show up and ask to receive the same stuff #or act jealous #gummy #babe I love you #BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU HAVE FEEDING YOU GUMMYBUNNY CONSTANTLY????#Like mine is rare and far between #and I dont draw much selfship unlike you #LET ME HAVE SOME THINGS DAMMIT #And then Darken over here when I get a cool new friend just like:#... is for me? 🥺👉👈#/nm for both things #im the embodiment of envy and greed arent I...#I hate upsetting people #I just keep it to myself and internalize my emotions mostly #haha now you guys know how possessive and jealous I am #its giving yandere 🥰💅✨🗣💃🕺😍😘😼🤠🤭😇🙄🤩😜😝🤑🧐😈#i regret my life choices right about now

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years

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this kingdom v, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is thinking about giving his noona a break. She's been grinding League of Legends games for weeks. A change of pace was good, right? (Jungkook definitely wasn't pressured by Kim Taehyung to serve a little romance for once in his life instead of constant horny). They go camping by the sea. They still fuck. Jungkook is predictable. He wouldn't say he was though. Not out loud. Maybe under duress.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; Jungkook is low-key high-key? a brat; some technical LoL talk; fluff, tbh; intense smut (fem reader, spit kink, pet name (for JK), gagged + cuffed JK, edging, pain kink, handjob, begging, m-receiving oral / face-fucking, mentions of ball-squeezing, semi-public groping, indecent exposure(?), multiple orgasms, doggy, scratching, spanking, fingering); non-idol!BTS; long black-haired, tsundere softsub!Jungkook x self-assured, cocky, power-bottom/softdom noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and your POV; ft Kim Seokjin yelling at you to touch grass

yup, JK is still obsessed with her booty. happy JK day!

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

“Little bunny, I know you want to scream, but the neighbors said we’re too loud, so I’ll have to silence you for now.”

Crack!

Yeah, okay, like that wasn’t loud.

“I know you like that.”

Jeon Jungkook really wanted to tell himself that he didn’t. He was a simple guy. Food, games, girls, in that order… obviously. His friends liked to tell him he was a total simp for his woman, but Jungkook begged to differ. He was a sensible man. He wasn’t going to get all starry-eyed over some pretty girl. That was all cosmetic shit anyway. It was the stats that mattered.

She stuck her tongue out and spit slid off the pink tip, splattering onto his crotch, onto her hand around his rock-hard dick.

Okay.

He could explain.

Jungkook bit down hard and tried not to let his eyes roll back into his head as she started jacking him off again.

She cocked her head at him, stroking her thigh with his belt, tracing the red mark at the inner part as she pushed him to the brink, again, with her spit and her hand. She wasn’t just a pretty face. No, his noona was drop-dead gorgeous. That dangerous smile, that messy hair that was usually in a defined ponytail, that sexy body that was a knockout in clothes, but even better naked. Perky tits and lovely waist that fit just right in his hands and flared out into that perfectly shaped ass that was now planted on his tense leg as he slammed his handcuffed hands into the headboard and chomped down on the ball gag, electricity all over his nerves as she adjusted her grip, now slightly higher, slick, sensitive, tight, please don’t, please don’t, he kept telling his head and his head whispered back, please do, just one more time, just–

She stopped and dropped down, wrapping her lips around the wet head and soaking it with saliva, cutting off his orgasm with softness and making him scream into the plastic.

He tried to jerk his hips up but her knee came down and pinned him, still leisurely sucking on his dick like he wasn’t thrashing on her bed and making the whole bedframe clatter against the wall. Staring at him to make him self-conscious, so he glared back, his long black hair a mess over his eyes, feeling the stinging strain all over his body and he hated it.

He didn’t like it one bit.

She stared into his eyes.

Okay, okay, okay, it was a fucking lie, it was all a fucking lie, he loved every agonizing second, fuck, so fucking stupid that he loved it so fucking much, stop looking at me like that, shit, getting harder, seeing peeks of her little pink tongue slipping out from her full lips, caressing his shaft with the utmost care, saliva dripping down and pooling onto his crotch, I’m gonna go insane, her hands sliding down, smearing it everywhere, two fingers slipping around his balls and stroking the space just under him and Jungkook was done for.

His eyes rolled back into his head, feelings her nails drag over his skin.

She popped her mouth off him and kissed up his tense abs, his shaking chest, past his racing heartbeat, and he couldn’t look, couldn’t bear her smirk of triumph as she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the plastic ball gag that he was drooling around.

Fuck me.

His brain, annoyingly, reminded him.

She is.

Jungkook growled and snapped his head back to that wolfish, smug grin that was hovering above him.

“Why are your hands up here?” she purred, her fingers sliding up his arms, massaging his flexed forearms, fingers stroking his clenched fists above his head. She tapping her fingertips against his white knuckles.

She licked his face.

Hot, slick, possessive.

“Don’t you wanna fuck my pretty face?”

He was breathing very hard.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.

But this was her kingdom.

Her head moved to the side, tucking into the crook of his shoulder, Jungkook groaned, seeing her raised ass in the air. Round, perky, so delicious he wanted to sink his teeth into it. She placed her weight into his chest and he felt her hard nipples against his skin as she threw his belt over her back, using both hands to readjust the placement.

She let the leather cut into that curve, bouncing lightly to let him see it sink into her flesh.

Loosened her grip a little and snapped it down onto her ass, moaning lightly into his ear.

Probably didn’t even hurt that much but Jungkook was too horny to give a single fuck. Pride? What pride? Fuck pride, his arms came down and desperate, gurgled whimpers were emitting from his throat, pushing down on her shoulders with his forearms, and she laughed, he didn’t even care. Begging? Sure, why the fuck not, call it begging, he didn’t care anymore, shoving her down his torso, handcuffed hands awkward and jerky, but she moved like liquid, sliding down his body, placing her hands on the bed.

Lifted her head.

Hovered above his embarrassingly hard dick and grinned, letting her tongue hang out.

Jungkook grabbed the top of her head and pushed her hair away from her face, ticking his chin down.

Fucking start!

She looked down and licked the dark red tip lightly.

He should have pulled on her hair, but he forgot. Jungkook just found himself whining, holding her hair back, shifting his hips impatiently.

“Don’t hold back, little bunny.”

Her tongue curled around the head of his cock and collected it into her lips in one swift motion.

Damn, those flawless mechanics.

Jungkook pushed her head down and she swallowed his length. Hot, wet, tight. He wanted to say he controlled the pace. He really did. He pushed down, but there was a split second of hesitation on pulling up – he was still holding onto her hair – but she got the hint, pushing back against him as if to defy him, so he pushed down again, she pulled back, a tug of war all of a sudden, her lips so soft, her throat so tight, her tongue all over him, all around the head when she ascended and underneath the head when she descended, him shoving her down, her jerking back up. The increased speed and roughness she used in resisting his hands, he returned in the force of his palms, and now they had created a furious, intense rhythm, his eyes squeezing shut, warm wet sleeve around his throbbing cock, so good, I hate it, I hate that you’re so fucking good, hate it so fucking much that I love you, fuck, but the words were muffled and trapped in his throat, his teeth sinking into the ball gag, thrusting his hips up and hitting the back of her throat, the muscles back there tightening, immobile, didn’t even gag.

He was scared he was going to fuck it up with his frenzied desperation, and he opened his eyes, seeing her shoulders lock, her hands bracing herself, and she glanced at him.

Unafraid.

Unbothered.

Hell, maybe borderline bored.

His cock jerked and Jungkook gasped behind the gag, snapping his head back into the pillows and forcing his hips up, sliding into the deepest, tightest part of her throat, and his orgasm shot out, his tense body violently flinching with each throb. Seeing white and moaning messily, wretched, wrecked, losing grip, ricocheting pleasure piercing through him, feeling her head retreat slightly, swallowing noisily around his cock, the vibration strumming through his veins, compounding the already overwhelming sensations.

Holy shit.

Her tongue, so soft, pressing to the base of the head, teasing the thin skin there.

His body collapsed into the mattress and her mouth followed, sinking down and licking all around.

Fine.

His woman was always number one in his head and he was a total simp.

Not that Jungkook was going to say that out loud.

Willingly.

“How’s your wrists?”

“Fine.”

“Ah. Cool.”

You turned away and rubbed your throat, swallowing lightly. The soreness was mostly in your jaw. You locked it for too long. Should have relaxed it in the tiny increments of ascending. You isolated the muscles and flexed it as you put the handcuffs in the nightstand. You picked up the ball gag beside you and chuckled, seeing the teeth marks. This was going to be expensive, trying to keep Jungkook silent.

You tossed it in the trash, shrugging.

“Are you okay?”

You stood up, plucking Jungkook’s white t-shirt off your gaming chair. “Hm?”

“I asked if you were okay,” your boyfriend snapped from behind you as you slid his shirt on, covering your naked body. He cleared his throat as you popped your head out, turning your head to look at him while you pulled your hair out of the neck hole.

“I… I didn’t want to be too rough on you.”

He was chewing on his lip, voice softened.

You smirked.

“You’re never rough on me, little bunny.”

You sat down and swiveled around, tapping your keyboard to wake your computer up. Jungkook was sitting on your bed, wearing only his black boxer briefs, loosely holding his phone. There were small marks by the sides of his lip, including a dent from his lip ring. You had massaged the sides of his mouth after removing the gag. Jungkook had tried to push you away, but you slapped his hand away and checked his piercing, ignoring his protests.

You let him wipe the drool off his own mouth, though. He wasn’t a kid.

“Shouldn’t you go to sleep?”

“I gotta play one more game,” you replied, logging into League of Legends. “Ten points from completing this mission. Probably just an ARAM. A Summoner’s Rift game will take too long.”

You heard rustling and seconds later Jungkook was behind you.

“Noona.”

Your mouse hovered over the ‘Find Match’ button but you didn’t click it.

Instead, you sensed a shift in Jungkook’s tone and faced him, seeing him standing behind you.

“What up?”

His eyes shifted from the screen, to you, and for a split second you braced yourself, feeling as if the unpleasant conversation was coming. The you-game-too-much conversation. It always came, especially with the older guys you had fucked. When are you going to grow up? It’s nice to have hobbies, but you should focus on your career and starting a family instead of video games. Blah, blah, blah. They yapped like annoying dogs and you’d tell them to fuck off and then ghost them. It was a pain in ass dating someone who didn’t understand something as simple as your love for games, and you had no problem cutting out those kinds of people.

Except.

Except this was Jungkook and, in this moment, you realized how much it would really hurt if he asked you to stop gaming.

Fuck, I love this guy.

Jungkook ran his hand though his long black hair and shifted his eyes, darting his gaze to your face, to the wall, to your neck, to your computer, to your face, and so on.

Huh?

“Do you have tea?” he mumbled.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“Tea.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Not every drink in this place is an energy drink or soda, right?”

You frowned. “Uh… I think my mom got me a box of lemon tea when I was sick, yeah…” You stood up, wandering off to the kitchen, trying to remember which cabinet it was. Opening random ones and reaching to the back. It was in the third one you opened, a little box with tubular packets of instant lemon-flavored black tea that could be made cold or hot. Your mom knew how lazy you were. “You want tea?”

“I want to make you some hot tea, yeah.”

You popped up from the ground, clutching the box of tea. You were behind the peninsula of the kitchen counter and Jungkook was on the other side, peering over to watch you search.

“What?”

He jerked back, eyes getting all shifty again.

An awkward silence.

You stared at him as he shuffled around the counter, pointedly not looking at you as he neared. Snatched the box from your hands and scuttled sideways like a river crab, reaching into one of the lower cabinets for a pot.

“I have an electric kettle.”

Jungkook flinched as you reached around him and brought it out from an upper cabinet, placing it on the counter. You glanced at his face. He turned away.

His ears were red.

“Go start your game,” he barked gruffly.

A weird tingle danced through your chest and you reached up reflexively, touching your cheek.

It was warm.

Am I blushing?!

You yanked your hand away from your face and spoke up. “I… I can just make it myself, you kno–”

Jungkook’s head whipped around so fast that you backed up, hitting the counter as he pushed you into it, crowding you with his larger frame. Dark brown eyes flashing, brows furrowed, lips twisted into a frown, and his cheeks were bright pink.

“I’ll do it,” he gritted out.

You blinked at him.

He cleared his throat, leaning in closer. “I mean, I’ll do it, because if I don’t, you’ll think I can’t. I can make tea better than you can anyway.”

“It’s, uh, just the powder packets…” you pointed out, poking the box in his hand, not looking away from his face.

Jungkook looked down and saw the packaging. “Oh.” His head lifted and there was no more anger. You always knew he had some big peepers, but they were extra noticeable today. Just… stunning. Jungkook was always stunning, no question. Even your parents overlooked the tattoos and piercings because Jungkook had such a handsome face. He was always polite around them too.

You really are the perfect guy, Jungkook.

You opened your mouth to tell him that, but he closed the distance between you and him and placed a light kiss on your lips, his clean scent filling your nose.

“Go win, noona,” he murmured, kissing you again and nudging you with his nose, pushing you away from him, back towards the direction of your computer. “If you play too late, all the degenerates wake up.”

You chuckled, scooting away from him.

Then, before you forgot, you pressed your lips to his ear, whispering softly.

Delicately.

Fondly.

“I love you.”

You slipped past him and went to your computer, clicking the ‘Find Match’ button.

“What champion are you playing?”

“Renata.”

Renata Glasc, the Chem-Baroness, the calculated bloodthirsty Zaun enchanter support that could turn opponents against each other with her ultimate, causing them to attack each other once her dark pink cloud of chemicals possessed them for a few seconds. You pioneered her with confidence, dancing the line of too close and just out of reach. Paired with Amumu, the Sad Mummy, whose ultimate stunned everyone within the giant area-of-effect circle, you two could provide great setup for your last three teammates to kill the entire enemy team.

The problem was, your other three teammates weren’t being patient.

“Fucking shit…”

The Amumu was great. They even communicated when they had their ult even though you could see the cooldown by the mummy’s portrait on the right. They were definitely following your lead. Your other three teammates were playing stupid now though. A couple won teamfights and those idiots thought they were invincible, not waiting for your and Amumu’s setup.

“What the fuck, why didn’t your Diana wait?” Jungkook complained as your screen went gray.

You rubbed your forehead. “Didn’t wait for Amumu to engage.”

“He had two seconds until his ult was up! Come on!”

You stifled your laugh, reaching over to the tea Jungkook had set on the side of your desk. His tattooed hand shot out and flicked you away from it, putting your hand back on the mouse.

“You revived.”

“I was going to take a sip of your hard work.”

He gave you the side eye. “It’s too hot right now. Don’t you know the concept of boiled water? Come on, Sett is gonna go in again like a fucking dumbass.”

You cocked an eyebrow as you bought your items and right-clicked your way back to the center of the map. “You wanna play for me?”

“Hell no. I don’t know how to play Renata.”

He was sitting on the edge of your bed, watching your game from behind. Surprisingly, not backseat gaming, only commenting and getting angry for you even though he wasn’t even in the game. Sometimes it really bothered you when someone watched, but this game was going to end soon… hopefully.

“It’s pretty easy,” you said as you played, right clicking and making sure to keep Renata out of arm’s reach from your opponents. “The Q is a hook to yank an enemy around, the W is an attack speed steroid and revival if your teammate’s health hits zero and kills someone before it runs out, the E is a shield that slows when you throw it out. And the R–”

“Is that nasty pink cloud that makes everyone go berserk, I see that,” Jungkook finished for you, his pitch hiking excitedly. “Shit! Nice!”

You had mashed R the second you saw Amumu throw himself into the fray and the enemy team pile on top of him. Killed four of the enemies and were now chasing down the last to ace them.

“This Amumu is actually really good,” you hummed, keeping an eye out as you attacked the tower. Everyone else had ended up dying after killing the enemy Maokai. Damn tree was unkillable. “I don’t know if we can win though. My Draven can’t kill Maokai and he won’t build fuckin’ lifesteal to survive either.”

There was silence as you focused, suddenly pulled into the game. Huh. You weren’t one to give up easily, but it hadn’t been going well and you could see your teammates weren’t really thinking about how to win fights, and yet, slowly but surely, you could see the tides were turning. The cooldowns were getting shorter, Amumu was getting tankier, and you focused on staying alive, because even if your inhibitor was down and your teammates were being dumb, you didn’t die, keeping them alive and winning the latest fight by the slimmest of margins, hooking the enemy Jinx and pulling her towards you, dying from her rocket as your teammates closed in and killed her.

Hm.

You could see the angle now.

You had enough movement speed now to get close and bait the damage dealers into going for you, since they were avoiding the tanky Amumu. Now the fights were different. The enemy team was getting impatient, chasing after you a little too much, not thinking that you would have the gall to turn and fight, using your ult to buy that crucial second of time for your teammates to capitalize.

You could feel it.

The best feeling you could get when you were playing games, that kind of floating elation when you knew you were doing everything right, completely absorbed and moving by instinct, timing your movements to both start the fight and make up for your teammates’ weaknesses. Sometimes you had to accept the ones playing with you weren’t the best, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t win. You just had to predict what the opponents would do, how your teammates would react, and keep them alive for as long as you could, pushing forward bit by bit, grinning as you spied the enemy Jinx stepping a little too close.

A primary damage dealer seeking to kill the low-damage support. What could go wrong for her?

Q, W your Diana as she jumped in, R, E to shield at the last second and–

“Holy shit.”

Aced the enemy team.

“They can’t win now,” you declared.

You almost forgot Jungkook was there. Your mouth responded to him but your head was in the game, mapping out the path for victory. You died one more time, yet everything was falling into place. Finally, your teammates realized to simply follow your lead with Amumu’s engage, and that was all you needed, to control the pace, and you did so flawlessly.

“Shurelya’s was definitely the best choice here, we needed that speed up,” you muttered as the enemy nexus exploded, sitting back as the VICTORY screen popped up. “I’m glad I built that instead of Imperial Mandate,” you went on under your breath, peering at the ending statistics as you reached over to the mug of tea waiting for you, sipping the piping hot liquid.

Oh! Perfect temperature.

“That was crazy,” Jungkook sighed in awe behind you.

You almost splashed the entire mug onto your face in surprise. Oh, shit, that’s right! You swallowed hard, wincing at the amount, sudden pain and heat.

“Ack, uh... yeah…”

“Is it too hot?”

You waved hurriedly as you heard him scramble to his feet, choppily jerking your head as you tried not to cough. Not you choking on tea and not his dick. “Guk, fine… I’m fine…”

You caught his eye and froze.

Jungkook also froze, realizing his expression and stance of concern, torn between showing it and not showing it, but then it was too long of a timeframe and now he was just staring at you and you were staring at him, wheezing silently for a moment. You weakly took another sip of tea. He wiggled backward and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed again.

“You… You’re good, right?” he finally asked.

You nodded slowly. “Y… Yep.”

Silence.

You drank some tea.

Jungkook’s long hair was tied up in ponytail, exposing his awkward face. “Cool. Cool.”

You breathed out. You weren’t usually awkward around Jungkook. It was kind of hard to be, because he was so funny. His behavior was probably infuriating to some, but it mostly made you laugh. Maybe some thought that you were enduring his childish behavior a little too much. You didn’t really see it that way though. Jungkook always had good intentions, and he tried not to show too much of his kind nature by pretending to be harsh. It was just…

Well, when you thought he might ask you to stop gaming, you realized that you might actually consider it if it really did bother him.

And that was made you embarrassed.

That would mean you loved him that much.

Yes, you knew you loved Jungkook, more than any other guy you ever dated, of course. The sex was incredible, he was fun to be around, you liked all his little quirks and his predictably stubborn reactions to your behavior. You would be sad if he gave up on his pretend fighting-for-dominance schtick. But enough to rethink your gaming habits? Whoa. That was a little insane, no? And he was right here. You weren’t exactly alone to process this new revelation. Plus, he made you hot tea because he was worried that he had hurt you. It didn’t matter if you said you were okay; you always said you were okay.

There was no reason to worry him.

You found yourself gazing into his eyes and he was gazing back, silent and entranced.

Maybe.

Maybe he knew that you would always say that you were okay, that you would always stay strong in front of him, that you never wanted him to feel guilty for being himself, especially when you asked for it.

You smiled at him from behind your Poro-printed mug.

Jungkook smiled back, probably instinctively.

Oh, God, we’re so gross.

You hastily took another sip and did not choke this time.

You heard him clearing his throat and scratching his head, reaching over the bed to pick up his phone.

“Hey, noona…”

“Mhm?”

“Have you ever been in a camping caravan?”

You scrunched up your face in thought. “Uh… think my dad took me camping a couple times when I was young. We rented one of those camping trailers, yeah. Went to go fishing and stuff. I never caught anything,” you added with a laugh. “Mostly he toasted a billion marshmallows and I would chow down until I felt sick,” you snickered, remembering those nights in the woods under the starry sky. “Mom never came. She thought it was horrible being away from a comfy bed. Why live like cavemen when we’re civilized human beings? So, it was only Dad and I, until I got a computer and then we kinda stopped…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling rueful as you remembered.

“Let’s go next weekend.”

You sat up, blinking rapidly, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. You could call you dad later. “Huh?”

“The LoL event will be over by then,” Jungkook mumbled as he poked around on his phone. “I’ll rent one and we’ll go.”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Jungkook, you’re not gonna want me out in nature. I barely touch grass as it is, let alone know anything about camping. My dad did everything.”

“S’fine. I know stuff.”

He looked up.

“I’ll do everything. You won’t rest your wrists unless you’re nowhere near your computer.”

You felt your face burn. “What! I–”

“Will just switch to a phone game or a console game when the event is over,” he finished for you with a roll of his eyes, going back to his phone. “I’ll rent it, pick the camping site, and we’ll go next weekend.”

“You’re not even gonna let me exp–”

“No.”

“I won’t–”

“Yes, you will. Let’s go camping, like you and your dad used to do.”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You wanted to say, I’m not addicted to gaming, or, you’re not the boss of me, or some equally dumb shit, but then your recalled sitting by the sea with your father, a little cold, your child self snuggling by his arm, and he was asking you, did you have fun? You told him you did. You wanna go home now and watch TV, don’t you? Heh, I guess you put up with your old man long enough, kiddo. You had thought that was weird for him to say. I like hanging out with you. He had laughed. It’s the marshmallows, huh? You had punched his hard bicep with your tiny fist. No, you stupid dummy, I love you, Dad.

And then your father did a weird thing.

He started crying.

You were startled, because nothing sad was happening, as far as you knew.

He had hugged you super tight and you had wriggled around, confused, and now older you remembered this moment that child you thought was weird as fuck. He had stopped pretty quickly and started tickling you, making you forget all about it, but you remembered now, his warm hug and him patiently teaching you how to fish despite how fucking terrible you were at it, lighting sparklers at night, carrying you on his shoulders as he hiked along the path you were supposed to do together, scolding you to stop tugging at his ears but you kept doing so.

You were a rebellious little shit.

You heard Jungkook call your name and you snapped back to present time, seeing your boyfriend raising an eyebrow at you.

“You spaced out.”

You blinked slowly, clearing your blurry vision. “Ah, sorry.” You stood up, taking your now empty mug with you. “Okay. Let’s go next weekend.”

“Let me wash that.”

“Jungkook, I can wash dishes.”

“Not like how I can wash dishes.”

“What, did you spend ten thousand hours doing dishes and now you’re a master at it or something?”

“Give me the cup.”

“Never met a man so aggressive about clean dishes, sheesh…”

Jungkook could not believe he was the one trying to convince his girlfriend that they should eat a damn vegetable.

“I’m fine with getting a fourth pack of pork belly,” he was hearing himself saying and still not quite believing it. “But we should bring some kimchi to sauté in the pork fat.” He never thought he be advocating for cabbage, but here he was, forcefully adding the packets of kimchi into the shopping cart. Shouldn’t this situation be reversed?

She frowned at him, dropping in the packs of instant noodles. “Are you sure that’s good?”

“Of course, it’s good. You think I don’t know what good food is?”

“You’ll eat anything, Jungkook.”

“I just hate wasting food,” he grumbled, seeing a small pot on a lower shelf. Oh shit. He forgot to pack one. That would be bad if she wanted noodles. He quickly picked it up and added it to the cart. “Did you get rice?”

“Ah, I’ll go get it.”

“I can follow you, you know.”

She turned and, right in the middle of the grocery store, flipped up the bottom of her oversized red and black T1 hoodie, exposing her slinky black leggings molded to her perky, plump ass. The most perfect shape he had ever seen, and those juicy, squeezable thighs.

Fuck.

“Oh. I know.”

His dick immediately shot up.

“Noona!” he hissed, but she was already walking off, causing him to hurry along awkwardly with his now very inconvenient tent in his pants while they were in this very convenient grocery store. Great. Just great. He wasn’t planning on pitching a tent in the store, but here he was. Ugh, her perfect ass though. Damnit. He fuckin’ loved it when she made it bounce as he jacked off on her command and had her roughly squeeze his balls like they owned her money. A whole fucking lot of it too. Love it when he begged her to smack her ass and knead it and sink her fingers into those juicy cheeks as he roughly pumped his dick and felt the violent pressure of her inescapable grip borderline destroying his poor, helpless balls.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, nearly flinging himself into the aisle of snacks as the subject of all his horny fantasies pressed up against him and nuzzled his neck.

“Do you wanna get some drinks?” that wolfish smile asked innocently as she not-so-innocently palmed his rock-hard dick through his sweatpants, sinful fingers curling around the length, lightly rubbing his balls underneath at the same time.

“S… Stop…” he breathed, feeling his cock throb and jerk happily from her touch. Stop, his mouth said, keep going, his dick said, you’re in public, his brain reminded him, and his dick agreed, hell yeah, I am, if only it was a little more public–

Jungkook forced his hand to shoot forward and wrap around her fingers, squeezing them and himself hard enough so his dick was choked into submission to avoid jail time for indecent exposure. He was two seconds away from dropping his pants and humping her right here in the goddamn grocery store. Would be a cool headline, but Park Jimin would never stop teasing him about it if it happened, so…

Not worth it.

He shoved his forehead against hers, glaring as piercingly as he could, which, admittedly, was probably not that intimidating, but he had to fucking try, didn’t he? One of them had to be sensible in this relationship! Not that he wanted to be, hell no, he wanted to be her sex slave, what, no he didn’t, well, I do but now is not the time to think stuff like that, he scolded himself, clenching his jaw as he fiercely stared into those gorgeous, mischievous, daring eyes. She was so damn pretty. Everything about her, especially like this, no makeup, just glowing under him, smirk and all.

Beautiful.

It nearly made him sick.

“Stop,” he growled, low and dangerous.

Her smirk turned into a pleased, stunning smile as she strongly pulsed her palm around his length.

His eyes almost rolled back into his head.

“Okay.”

Kissed his nose and let go of him, breaking out of his grip easily.

Jungkook had to bite his tongue to avoid screaming.

“Shit. I forgot something.”

“What is it? I’ll go back in since I’m paying for groceries.”

Jungkook shoved you back into the passenger’s seat before you could stand up. “Stay here.”

You cocked in eyebrow, resisting his grip. “Why?”

His hold tightened, his hand sliding down the front of your hoodie, pressing down on your thigh. That would stop a lot of women. Men too, probably. Would stop anyone, really, Jungkook’s tattooed fingers sinking into the inside of your thigh, squeezing hard and powerfully, but it didn’t stop you, too used to his type and his antics.

You crossed your legs and squashed his fingers in between your soft thighs, leaning towards him slyly.

You loved his eyes. Those big peepers gave him away every time, no matter how tough he was acting. His lips could be set in annoyance, his brows could be furrowed angrily, and he could try to hide under his large, charcoal dray bucket hat, but you saw the sparks within those large dark brown orbs. Fear and desire, mixed together. An expression you knew well.

You were the main perpetrator of both emotions for Jeon Jungkook.

“What do you think you’re doing, little bunny?” you whispered, hot and heavy.

He set his jaw, tugging at his hand. Trying to pull away, but not really, the pads of his fingers curling in, his breathing shallowing. You lurched your hips forward and the side of his hand pressed against your clothed pussy, crushing him from three sides.

Jungkook leaned in too.

Growling low, all bark and no bite.

“Can you listen to me for once–”

You licked the side of his lip, outlining his lip ring.

Stared into his eyes.

“S… Stop…”

His eyelashes lowered. Your head tilted. You flexed your legs, constricting his fingers between your thighs, inhaling the breath he let out with effort. You dismantled his defenses, one by one, and Jungkook refused to look at you, refused to lose until he could refuse no longer, because you were so close, centimeters from his lips, and his gaze lifted, knowing you would take what was yours the second he made eye contact, even right out here in the public parking lot, anywhere, always forcing him to walk the line of decency and desperation.

You knew he liked it.

He wouldn’t say, but those eyes willingly surrendering, pleading to be taken, were enough.

Your phone vibrated in your bag.

Both Jungkook and you jerked, squinting at the tiny black backpack that demanded your attention with a thrilling buzz. You reached over and he took the chance to yank his hand out, his breath catching, biting back a sound and forcing it back down his throat. Sounded suspiciously like a whimper, but he mumbled, I’ll be back, and stumbled out of the car, hastily adjusting his crotch before sprinting back to the store.

You watched him go, the corner of your lips quirking up.

Glanced at the phone screen and answered.

“What?”

“Yah!” Kim Seokjin shouted. He did not know the meaning of a normal volume. “You are supposed to say hello! Where are your manners?” Well, maybe that habit was restricted to you, considering you answered with what instead of a pleasant greeting.

“Are you in jail?” you asked nonchalantly. “Otherwise, I can’t imagine why you are calling.”

“I am not in jail. I am a good boy,” Seokjin snapped, and you imagined his facial expression twisted into hamster-like fury, glaring at the phone even though you couldn’t see. “Also, are you implying you wouldn’t bail me out? Yah! I’d help you, you ungrateful–”

“After I figure out why you’re there and taking out the appropriate party, yeah, I’d come get you and your broad shoulders.”

You heard Seokjin mumble your ominous usage of taking out the appropriate party, and he was very aware you didn’t mean a nice date. “Anyway,” he pivoted, getting to the point of his call. “Since I know you never touch grass, I’m inviting you to my parents’ summer party this weekend, along with Jungkook, where you two will behave like normal human beings,” he added warningly. “There will be lots of meat barbecue and I’m inviting the other guys so you better come.”

You raised your eyebrows.

Apparently, Seokjin didn’t like what happened last time when you snuck off to the bathroom of his parents’ house to make out with Jungkook’s neck, leaving bite marks under his collar as you stroked your boyfriend's chest through his shirt, forcing him to look into the mirror as you pressed your chest to his back and watched him try to stifle his moans as you reached down, down… Only for Seokjin to stumble in and yank your hands off the younger man, scolding you in the corner, you insatiable animal, I knew it, I can’t take the two of you anywhere, and you grinned at his skittish panic, shifting your gaze to Jungkook and licking your teeth, teasing that deepening blush on those cheeks.

Still, Seokjin was inviting you again.

Probably would glare at you and Jungkook every two seconds, but that could be a fun game.

“Oi, stop plotting!” Seokjin barked. “Where’s Jungkook? Tell him.”

“Ah, Seokjin, you’re too late. Jungkook is actually taking me to touch grass. We’re going camping.”

You heard a gasp. “Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook, the friend I haven’t seen in months because he’s lost his mind over your fat ass.” He was trying insult you but you hummed approvingly, and Seokjin snorted. “Is taking you camping? You, who can’t live without games and internet?”

You imagined him squinting suspiciously.

“Who are you and what did you do to my friend?”

You checked your nails. “Sorry I can’t come. Tell your mom I miss her cooking.”

“What did he do? Is he threatening you? Should I fight him?”

A laugh burst out from your lungs. “You really think Jungkook can threaten me?”

Seokjin made a high-pitched confused noise. “I can’t imagine why you would willingly go camping.”

“Do you think you can fight Jungkook?” you teased.

“Well, no, but I can throw Jimin in front of him and I’m sure Taehyung will show up–”

The trunk opened and you whipped your head around to see Jungkook shoving something into the back hurriedly. He jerked up and spied you peeking at him from the front. You tilted your head at him and spoke into the phone.

“My piece of meat is here. You won’t be able to call me this weekend but we can chat later, Seokjin.”

“Ew, don’t call him a piece of meat, that’s disgusting, don’t ever speak to me aga–”

Your boyfriend glared at you from the back.

You stuck your tongue out and licked the air.

He slammed the truck closed.

You crouched by Jungkook’s side as he attempted to attach the caravan to the car.

“Should we ask the employee again?”

“I got it,” he mumbled under his breath, doing who-knows-what. In his big bucket hat, oversized sweatshirt, and loose pants, all charcoal gray, he looked like big boulder against the ground. You were tempted to sit on him, but you didn’t want him to get distracted and later have to chase a runaway trailer because it detached, so you let him work on it.

Okay, a small part of you considered the risk.

The other part of you was enjoying his focus on making sure everything was secure. There was something attractive about it. You almost wandered off to ask for help again, but you realized your need to do that was your unease in depending on someone else. You didn’t want anyone to think you couldn’t do something if you set your mind to it. Especially a man. Being interested in video games jaded you – a woman taking on a hobby that was primarily male-dominant got you plenty of sexist comments over the years, and now you were forever nagged by the constant feeling of, I shouldn’t rely on a man for anything.

Of course, this was different. Jungkook was your boyfriend. You could and should rely on him. He wasn’t doing this to try to one-up you and hold it over your head. He was just doing it because this was his suggestion and he was following though. It wasn’t that deep.

Still…

You stood up and took a step back.

“Got it.”

Jungkook straightened, taking off the gloves he was wearing. “Wanna check? It’s super secure.” He turned and held out the gloves, glancing at you. “I don’t want it to roll away after spending all that money.”

Well, since he asked…

You reached out and took the gloves from him, giving him a small smile. “I liked the blue caravan, though.”

Those big brown eyes narrowed into slits. “We didn’t get to pick. They gave me this one. You want me to go back and complain after I just attached it?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine, fine.”

A quick swipe and you grabbed his forearm, squeezing it with a chuckle, pulling him back towards you.

“I’m kidding. This silver one is good.”

He frowned, the slight upturn of his lips exposing the tiny mole underneath. “Just good? You want the blue one or not? You think I can’t exchange it? I’m sure I can get whatever you want–”

“Jungkook.”

You held his forearm, pressing it to your chest. Hard muscle against your breasts, and he blinked at you, looking down in bunny-like curious confusion. So close, and it usually meant something else, something usually as intriguing as it was indecent, but this was a different kind of tension, a moment where you held him and hugged his forearm. You smiled, and it wasn’t meant to tease him or throw him off.

“Let’s not waste any more time,” you said to him. “I want to be with you. Only you.”

His lips parted, stunned to silence.

Alright, you were teasing him a little bit without him knowing. You knew he liked these cheesy lines. He often watched dramas on your bed while you played games. Propped himself up with all your pillows and plushies, set up a table of snacks as you crushed kids in League of Legends. He would get so invested in the storylines that his mouth would be open while watching.

It was actually low-key hilarious.

Jungkook’s expression morphed into a stern stare.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Oops, your amusement was showing on your face. Better change the subject.

“What the first thing you wanna do when we get set up at the campsite?”

Jeon Jungkook would never, ever say that he was predictable.

“P-Please…”

He was but he would never say that.

What was he supposed to do when his girlfriend was the hottest woman that walked the planet and knew all the things that drove him crazy? He could have staked down the awning on his own but she wanted to try at least once and, well, that required bending over in those leggings of hers, borderline indecent with how perfectly shaped her ass was, the seams molding and framing her hips.

What was he supposed to do?

Not stare?

He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t.

Jungkook would have preferred to do everything for her, but he knew she would hate that. So, he did what any good boyfriend would do – stare pointedly at her butt until she was finished, then stare at her face when she straightened and checked her work with that almost smug, proud smile she had when she did something successful on the first try.

Fuck, he loved her smile.

She was so fuckin’ pretty.

And then she turned and that smile was directed at him and Jungkook probably would have melted into a puddle if he wasn’t completely rigid – in more ways than one – and forgot how to speak. So knowing, so calm, so stunningly out of place surrounded by the beach and the forest. There was a sense of comfortable ease when she was absorbed in her games and her computer; camping was completely out of her element and yet it was always so damn sexy when she faced challenges head on.

Jungkook would know.

She faced him head on.

And ruined his whole life.

“Who’s the best, little bunny?”

“You are, you always will be, noona – o-oh, fuck!”

He was really hoping no one was going to notice the indecent exposure he was committing right now with his pants at his ankles and his cock down her throat, but in Jungkook’s defense, he couldn’t do anything when she squatted down in front of his pants and stuck her tongue out. He forgot about pride, about resisting, about playing hard-to-get, just went straight to whining her name as she wiggled that glossy pink muscle and teased him, say please.

Jungkook took in that nimble tongue, those juicy thighs, the curve of her plump ass and put on his best begging tone.

So now she was sucking his dick right there at the campsite. They lasted about five minutes before this moment. No hands, for she was still wearing the gloves. It amazed him every time, the control of her lips, tongue, throat, fitting around him with light pressure, swiping strokes, and tight suction. Jungkook wouldn’t say that he was predictable, and maybe he was, but he sure as hell didn’t care, so warm, so soft, the tip of her tongue darting out and lapping at his balls, he was going to go crazy feeling the cool air against his saliva-covered balls and the hot tightness of her throat choking the swollen head of his cock, pulsing around his throbbing length every time she swallowed him.

He was moaning far too loud.

There was no one to hear but her and the sea.

“Gonna cum, please, please let me cum–”

In hindsight, Jungkook realized that she was giving him no indication that she wasn’t going to let him cum. He was simply used to being edged. Alright, maybe he hoped for it, just to last a little longer, but no, not this time, and he wasn’t prepared for the sudden rise without the cutoff, throwing his head back and gasping and the pleasure rocketed up from his core and shocked every cell in his body, forgetting anything else but the pure, unadulterated nirvana that was the height of orgasm, his cock jammed down her tight throat and shuddering as she swallowed. Wet, squishy, warm all around, lustfully moaning to the open sky as his spine shook, shoulders lurching, heart racing.

There was no one like his noona.

The whole package.

The right body and the right mind.

Shit.

Ten minutes into being on the camp site and Jungkook already had his first orgasm.

Hopefully no one heard.

“Your bucket hat fell off,” she commented, licking her lips after detaching from his crotch.

“Wut?’

Jungkook twisted and nearly fell over due to his pants being around his ankles. Spit was running down his thighs. Her arm hooked around his knees and held him still, her laugh against his still-wet cock.

“I’ll get it. Sort yourself out, my love.”

“Sort – you did this to me!” He barked, then froze, heart aflutter.

No way.

She didn’t just.

Jungkook did not sort himself out.

He just stood there as she stood up and collected his bucket hat from behind him and continued standing there when she came back, his pants untouched, crotch still a bit wet but drying off from the air, mouth open, her voice ringing in his head.

My love.

No way such a simple pet name would cause such malfunction.

“If you wanna stay naked, you can stay naked, but I’m going to look for wood to start a fire and if your nuts roast in the sun, don’t blame me.”

Jungkook wasn’t a simp.

Right?

This was probably the most sun you've seen in ten years.

Alright, maybe a slight exaggeration. Still, if you asked your past self, say, a month ago, if you would be putting on the one T1 baseball cap you owned and standing ankle-deep in cold water from the literal ocean, past you would have scoffed and said that wasn't your style. Yet, here you were - stunningly clear blue sky, cooking in the sun's rays, cooled off by salty ocean breeze with dense sand under your bare feet as the water came in a calm rush, white foam waves framing tumultuous blue.

Weird.

Wasn't too bad, actually. Nature was kinda nice. Who would have guessed?

You caught yourself smiling as you heard wild splashing of barreling activity beside you.

"Found my shorts."

"Nobody's here," you chuckled.

It took him a second to realize and up his volume by several notches.

"Noona, where are your pants?!"

"My hoodie is long enough."

Before Jungkook could sprint away to snatch up your leggings from the chair beside the caravan, you spun around and grabbed his arm, squeezing his hard forearm tightly and yanking him against you. The ocean laughed and danced upwards, leaving splatters of droplets all over your legs and his, but you were preoccupied with looking up into those big peepers, round like dinner plates when your body molded to his, as if he was completely and utterly shocked that you would pick him over anyone else in this world to press your thighs against.

“Hey,” you whispered with all the slyness of a big bad wolf coaxing a poor little bunny.

Your favorite expression of Jungkook’s was his wide eyes and slightly open mouth, such an amusing contrast to his colorfully dark tattoos, hard muscles, pierced lip, and heavily adorned ears. The juxtaposition of cute and rough was too perfect.

You leaned in and kissed him, slow and soft and with every intention to turn it to anything but.

Every intention.

This is love.

You breathed in his scent, clean with a little hint of fresh sweetness. He always used the nicer laundry products with the gentle fragrances. You always told him you would do your laundry later, and yet you still caught him folding and sorting your suddenly clean laundry after a night of gaming. You would catch him setting up the takeout like it was a gourmet meal, always your food first and his after. Heating it up if it was cold, never forgetting the chopsticks or the napkin. You half-considered telling him, it’s no big deal, you don’t have to do that, but then you saw Jungkook’s face after, hiding his embarrassment and acting as if he hadn’t just done all that, so instead of telling him he didn’t have to do it, you always remembered to say.

Thank you.

The ocean laughed and danced under you two.

You drew away, adjusting your cap with a smile.

Jungkook blinked quickly, bewildered. Likely expecting something else, and now he didn’t know how to react to rather chaste action, his cheeks flushing pink under his bucket hat.

“A… Ah…”

You turned your head to hide your smirk. Kept your grip on his arm and rubbed your thumb against the soft fabric of his gray shirt. Looked back out to the water and it waved back at you, sending a breeze your way.

“Jungkook?” you asked, calm and serene. Maybe more serious than you meant for it to be.

He stumbled over his words.

“H-Hm? Yeah?”

You remembered, years and years ago, standing at a similar spot with your father, holding his hand and watching the synchronization of the sea. The sun had been sinking down then too, just like now. You were much shorter then. Asked too many questions, of course, like any other kid.

“Why did you bring me here?”

The zephyr pranced around you and him, playful and daring, sending your hair aflutter around your shoulders. Good thing you were wearing the hat.

You felt Jungkook’s arm slide up and he wrapped his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles.

“Taehyungie said I should…” He coughed and swallowed his mumbles, standing a little closer, his larger frame framing you, never covering or shadowing all you were. “I wanted to make a good memory. Just you and me.”

You looked away from the shimmering waves and faced him, the one with too much fire, or so the fortune teller said. A brightness in those dark brown eyes, perhaps a slight awkwardness, yet the eye contact remained, a tiny smile creeping onto his expression.

You hoped you could always feed that fire, never let it die out under your watch.

“It’s always just you and me,” you teased, light like the cool droplets clinging to your skin.

A little unease.

“Are you…”

His fingers tightened around yours.

“Happy, noona?”

His face tried to remain neutral, maybe even borderline playful, but his hold on you gave him away, gripping too tight in his nervousness. You stared into his eyes. You never lied to Jungkook about things like this. You couldn’t.

Dad, why didn’t Mom come with us? Doesn’t she love you?

Of course, she does. Your father chuckled. She can’t love anyone else. That’s why we’re got married.

Then why didn’t she come?

Because she’s a princess. He broke out into a full-on laugh then, the sound melding with the mirthful waves and calls of nature, a world rich with sound and color. You splashed water onto his legs and he yelped, pretending to run away as you chased after him, kicking up sand and tumbling too fast, falling headfirst into his strong arms.

If Mom’s a princess, what am I then, Dad?

He grinned at you, mischievous and wolflike, an expression you could match in the mirror.

Don’t tell her, but you’re my queen, forever and always.

“I’m always happy with you, Jungkook.”

You squeezed his hand, tighter than he held you, making him inhale sharply.

“That’s why you’re my king, forever and always.”

You tilted your head and leaned in to kiss him again. Let your tongue graze his lip ring and sucked in his gasp. Pressure of lips to lips, sliding your tongue into the wet warmth, into his soft sound and whispers of love. A deep breath, and his scent mixed with the salt of the sea, you arm slipping around his waist and bringing him closer, blocking out the sun with your passion, feeling the contours of his body against yours, drinking in his kisses as you let go of his hand and lifted your cap, freeing your hair to the whims of the wind, causing it to curl against your cheek and his.

Jungkook yelped as the ocean splashed up his legs and soaked his shorts. You laughed and stepped back, dragged along by his hand on your arm.

The water seemed to be scolding you. Get a room!

You yanked your hat back on and grinned at your boyfriend who as glaring at the ocean angrily as if this had been a personal attack. He looked ready to throw hands with dihydrogen monoxide. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wasn’t going to win that one. Better distract him.

“Let’s eat. The sun is going down already.”

Dinner was an alarming amount of samgyeopsal. You and Jungkook probably weren’t going to survive on a deserted island. You would probably need the help of six big heads to avoid being hopelessly addicted to carbs on your first day. Thankfully, this was a campsite with access to water, an outhouse, and an hour’s drive away from civilization. You grilled the meat as Jungkook hunted for the tableware. Right before the meat was fully cooked, Jungkook asked you to scoot the meat to the edges and dumped a packet of kimchi onto the hot pan covered in pork fat, cutting it up to make it crispy.

“Did we get rice?”

“What do we need rice for?”

“We didn’t get rice?!”

“I’m just kidding; here it is, little bunny.”

Jungkook squinted warningly and you smiled back, unperturbed.

“Let me go get the surprise.”

“What surprise?”

She had been shoving sparklers into the fire and watching the chaos of sparks snap, crackle, and pop out dangerously. Jungkook had warned her not to do it. Fruitlessly, of course, because she did it anyway and he knew she would.

His older girlfriend wasn’t good at listening.

“Don’t put any more in.”

She pouted at him and he jerked back at the unexpected cuteness. Shit, what was with her today? Endless attack after attack, hitting him right in the uwus. He could only take so much before he couldn’t hide his swooning anymore. He quickly raced back into the caravan and found what he was looking for, gently but swiftly picking up the package and the wooden skewers.

He bounded back to her inappropriately poking the fire with another sparkler.

“Ey! Stop!”

She turned her head and was about to chuck it in to be a complete butt. Instead, she froze, eyes growing wide as she spied what was in his hands.

“You… You got marshmallows?”

Fuck, what was this gaming hermit with the fantastic beast of an ass so damn cute for?! Those damn sparkly eyes for fluffy white confectionary and the instant bounce up to hurry over to him were melting him faster than ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Y-Yeah, I got marshmallows,” he announced as if he wasn’t clearly holding them already. “You have to toast marshmallows when you go camping. That’s the rule.”

She stuck close to him as they sat back down, holding the skewers as he opened the bag.

“Heh, true, true.”

It was a little ritual, her taking a skewer and carefully spearing the large marshmallow right at the center, handing it to him and then doing the same for herself, setting the materials aside so they could lean over the fire, slowly turning them in the dancing flames to avoid burning them. It was dark now, colder by the open sea where the humidity wasn’t trapped by the urban jungle. Crickets and cicadas conducting their symphony in the forest, adding to the Bluetooth speaker Jungkook had set up to play some tunes on low.

Under the stars, wrapped int their jackets now, roasting sweet fluffs together.

She had looked so happy talking about toasting marshmallows with her father and he had that happiness now, complete with a pleased hum and the lively little dance of her shoulders.

“I don’t think I’ve had marshmallows in forever,” she laughed, tongue between her teeth.

Jungkook was frighteningly close to passing out from her cute charm. “How do you eat them? Do you–”

But he had no chance to finish as she raised her golden-brown marshmallow and pressed the flat of her tongue against it, presumably checking the temperature, then proceeded to open her mouth as wide as she could and shoved the whole ooey-gooey whiteness into her lips to devour it. Her eyes closed and did a little squeeze of joy, wrapping her tongue around the skewer to get off whatever clung on, covering her mouth as she struggled to swallow the mess with a laugh.

Holy shit.

Was he allowed to be horny after seeing that?

Not allowed or not, Jungkook was horny now.

His marshmallow would have burned if she hadn’t retrieved it from his limp hand and shoved it into his open mouth.

“Mmmphf! Hot!”

He fanned his mouth in panic and snatched the water bottle, chugging a fat gulp as the burning thick stickiness coated his mouth, pure sugar and heat bursting onto his tongue, quickly cooled down by bottled water.

“Hey!”

“You have to eat it right away when it’s done,” she was saying in between snickers, taking the water from him so she could drink too. “Otherwise it doesn’t taste good.”

“You tried to kill me!”

“You won’t die from a marshmallow.” Devious sparkle in her eye and that smirk that made his dick jump up in interest. “You’ll die from old age after getting a heart attack from too many orgasms.”

“No, I won’t,” he snapped, jamming a poor marshmallow onto a new skewer and waving it at his demon of a girlfriend like a rosary. “The heart health of my family is excellent. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

The glint in her eye was evil.

Evil.

“Counting on it.”

“S… Should have bought more condoms… o-ooh, fuck meee…”

“Sure.”

Jungkook growled in irritation that quickly morphed into a drawn-out groan as you slammed back into him, on all fours like an animal and fucking him just as ferally. Got a little lower to get more leverage and had him clutching your ass for dear life as your bodies shook the entire bed built into the silver caravan, making the whole thing shake. Pretty obvious what was happening, if the continuous slapping of hips and Jungkook’s uncontrollable moans through the open windows didn’t give it away already. You felt him squeeze and drag his fingernails over the curve of your ass, softness under his strength, falling apart once again to your tight heat and pulsing constriction for the third time.

Back-to-back… to back.

You slowed and focused on tightening around his girth in rapid throbs. Hummed approvingly at the increased hardness, savoring his whining shudder.

“P-Please, move again, please…”

“Helping you last longer, little bunny.”

“Fuck you,” he snarled with no malice whatsoever.

“Good idea, you could work a little harder and at least meet me halfway.”

Far too calm, of course. It was unfair, it was chipping at his ego, it was fueling the fire, and Jungkook growled again, grabbing your hips and sinking his fingers in punishingly, immediately loosening as you started up again, meeting your ass with a harsh smack of his crotch, loud and wet and obscene. It only took a moment to get the rhythm and it was there, fuck, yes, right there. So hard, so deep, your body angled just right to feel all of him, even his balls slapping against your clit, slippery and slick. The air was heavy with sex and salty ocean air from the open windows, so good, so intense that it was perfect, your fingers curling into the sheets, overloaded with pleasure. His cock, slamming into you and your pussy clenching around it to feel it all. His sound, desperate and loud and on the brink. His hands on you, possessive and hungry, telling you I love you, I love you, I love you, maybe more than his mouth was, considering that he was currently a moaning mess.

Jungkook slid his hand back and smacked your ass, gasping as you kept up the pace, half-losing his mind as you took over him. Again, harsh slap and you tightened around him, punishing him further, his fingers sinking into your waist, whimpering your name.

“I can’t, fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna c-cum, fuck!”

You had the audacity to snicker as you rammed back into him and sank all the way down to the base as he threw his head back and cried out, cock jerking and hips flinching as he rutted into you, trying to get impossibly deeper, trying to feel more, whining as you came around the sudden sensitivity. You let a contained exhale, letting the release wash over you, feeling it saturate your senses, nerves tingling with ecstasy, lost in the euphoria that was Jeon Jungkook.

His hand detached for your waist and he clawed at your back, groaning and delirious, sending slicing stings of pain through your bliss, amplifying it with his rough touch.

“F… Fuck… fuck…”

Captain America would not be impressed with his language.

Jungkook was falling over, swaty chest against your back, reaching up to cup your breasts, squeezing them. Running his fingertips over your hard nipples and shuddering, hot breath on your skin, panting hard like he had run a marathon.

Couldn’t do this all day, it seemed.

“Seems like you had fun,” you teased, keeping your voice even as your heartbeat thundered in your chest.

“F-Fuck you, why… why are you so… damn… s-smug…?”

His hips were not moving. You pulsed your muscles around his semi-hard length and Jungkook moaned, low and loud, burying his face into your hair and neck, flicking your nipples. You stayed on your elbows, resting your chin on your forearm, highly amused.

“Again?”

“As… A-As soon as he wakes up again…”

“Are you sure you’re not going to pass out?”

“Even if I do, I’ll wake you up in the middle of night.”

Predictably, you were roused by a dick trying to spear you in the thigh in the middle of the night, Jungkook’s lips whispering your name by your ear. No, nibbling at the curve of your ear as you rose from the dead, blinking hard at the lack of light, hearing the ocean and the cicadas singing in harmony.

“Horny.”

“You’re always horny,” was your half-asleep response.

He was feverishly kissing your shoulders and the space right under your ear, the place you enjoyed the most. “Can I put my dick in your mouth? I washed off.”

You could say no, but this was very nice, the kissing and the soft kneading of your titties, gently pulling at your nipples and sending shivers through your torso. You hated being woken up in the middle of the night. At least, you had thought so… before Jungkook. You let him play around a little longer, enjoying the building arousal and his lips working your skin.

Hm.

Maybe you were weak for Jeon Jungkook.

Maybe.

“Well, I’m not moving, so you’ll have to get up here.”

That did not deter Jungkook in the slightest.

The second you turned around, Jungkook put his knee down by your shoulder and shoved his rock-hard dick into your half-open mouth.

“O-Ooh, fuck, yes…”

You wrapped your tongue around it and rubbed against the slit, hearing him whine and gasp. You expected him to fuck your throat roughly, and he would have if he was slightly less horny, but he surprised you by feeling around for your hand and hooking it around his thigh, pressing your fingers into his skin until you dug your nails into his tense muscle. He moaned approvingly, slowly thrusting his hips forward as your tongue slipped around his balls and the base of his cock, then up to the head, rubbing against the underside, all the while keeping your throat tight, lips along the length, eventually retracting your tongue to give him that perfect pressure all around, pressing the head to the roof of your mouth.

You pressed down, sinking him in deeper.

Some would choke at this point, but you wouldn’t do that to your king.

Instead, you tipped your head back to give yourself the smallest sliver of breathing room and deep-throated him, not going as fast as you would if you had more breathing space, but steady, controlling the pace with your nails embedded into his thigh. You reached up with your free hand, running your fingers over the base of his wet balls, massaging them as your own saliva was running down your chin.

Sacrifices must be made.

Jungkook was gripping the windowsill above the bed so tightly that his knuckles were white, gasping your name pathetically, then biting his lip once he realized what he was doing.

You smacked his thigh hard, narrowing your eyes when he looked down.

“W-What…? N-No, don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” he rambled, the mole underneath his lower lip trembling in fear. “What d-do you want? Do you want me to beg? To tell you how good you are? God, you’re so fucking good, I don’t want anyone else, I never be satisfied with anyone else…”

You cocked an eyebrow but tipped your head back again, taking him deep as he continued. You couldn’t exactly instruct him with your mouth full of his dick, so you focused on tonguing him from tip to base, rubbing along the length and cupping the girth as you drew back, listening to his stream of horny consciousnesses.

“Ooh, yeees, noona, y-you’re the best, so soft, so tight, so much control, so much skill, you’ll a-always b-be my queen, thank you so m-much, oh, f-fuck…”

You could tell he was getting close because he was falling silent, focusing only on breathing, hard and heavy, trying not to cum too fast, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching the windowsill, fucking your face at the same pace, building and building, a little tighter, throat closing in around the throbbing head, and his shoulders shook, tattoos standing out in the moonlight, arms flexed and tense as he tipped his head back, groaning wanton and lewd, burying so deep into your throat that you could barely taste the cum as it shot out. It probably didn’t taste great at this point anyway. You swallowed around him, small gulps that stimulated him. His hips jerked, aftershocks making his eyelids flutter, jaw clenching, the muscles of his neck glistening in the low light.

You calmly laid there, barely breathing, lazily licking around his cock as he didn’t move for at least thirty seconds.

Did he pass out from the good nut or what?

“S… So good… I d-don’t wanna leave…”

You tapped his thigh and waved your thumb in the air to mime out, I’m dying here.

He peered down at you and didn’t move.

You poked at his balls.

“Ow!”

He got off you.

“I’m going back to sleep.”

“But… what about her?”

And Jungkook moved your panties to one side and shoved two fingers into your wet pussy.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good in here…”

You kept your expression neutral as you stared up at him, deadpan. You did love sucking dick. There was no question about that. However, sleepy or not, you weren’t going to make things easy for your little bunny.

You clenched around his fingers so tight that he had to force them in.

His face was right next to yours, his shudder washing over your cheek as he felt it. You adjusted your hips to perfect the angle you liked and cocked your head at him, catching his eye.

“That’s it? You’re not that strong, huh?”

You pressed his buttons, and, predictably, Jungkook flared up, sliding his other hand under your head and grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging far too lightly to be cruel. His brows furrowed, dark eyes flashing.

“Watch what you say, noona.”

You opened your mouth and licked his cheek, hot and wet.

“Give me all you got, little bunny.”

You saw his teeth sink into his lower lip, silver ring gleaming at the edge, and he clenched his jaw, shoving his fingers all the way up to the knuckles, rougher, faster, deeper, accelerating until you loosened your grip. Slick, sweet, sparks all over your skin, yes, like that, good boy, and Jungkook bit back his moan, forearm muscles bulging with his rapid movement. You reached down to wrap your fingers around his tattoos and felt him flex at your touch, his breathing erratic against your cheek, trying to maintain the fast speed and consistent depth, because too slow would be boring and too deep would be painful, no, he wanted you to sigh against his lips and shiver around his fingers, wave after wave of euphoria sinking into your core and spreading out in harsh throbs against the pads of his fingertips, dragging his face to yours to kiss him, thrusting your tongue into his mouth as he thrust his fingers into your pussy, humming into his garbled moans interrupted by your tongue. One taste was not enough. Never enough when it was Jungkook, and you felt it coming, succumbing to the bliss with a satisfied hiss, and his tongue took your place, thrusting messily into your mouth as you came around his fingers, soaking theme even more with viscous sweet-sour stickiness, coating him with your taste.

He gasped, moaning into your mouth.

You inhaled it, exhaling back into his lips, lustful smoke exchanged between you and him.

“Jungkook, my love…”

He murmured your name, the queen of this kingdom.

Different background, same scene.

“This is the most walking I’ve done in the past five years.”

“Come on, the viewpoint is up here.”

“Jungkook, you might have to carry me down or I might just end up rolling instead.”

“I’ll carry you, now come on, let’s take a picture here.”

Hm, well, there were some distinct differences in between this climb and climbing the ranked ladder of League of Legends. They say exercise is all mental fortitude, but you were pretty sure what was being tested here was your calves and not your strong mental.

“Ugh, you always look so pretty in every photo.”

“You’re welcome,” was your grump response as you drank a fat gulp of water, staring out into the lush green forest. It was nice. Not as nice as your bed, but nothing was as nice was your bed.

Well.

Maybe Jungkook.

He leaned his chin on your shoulder, looking out with you.

“It’s nice,” you commented. “Seokjin isn’t going to believe that I touched grass, let alone did a hike.”

“Hmph.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing himself against you.

“You can do anything, noona.”

You smirked. “Yeah?”

“Uh huh. And I can do it if you can’t, but I bet you could if you really wanted to.”

“Well, I really don’t want to walk back down.”

Mysteriously, Jungkook’s large hands migrated to your ass.

“I’ll carry you.”

“Uh huh.”

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x noona #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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starshine-effendy · 1 year

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I do not own any characters in MHA. They all belong to it’s rightful owner

Neito Monoma x Reader (aka you)

note: Honestly.... I made a self insert story for my future self if I ever decide to simp for these guys again. (Blonde unhinged men in MHA) And well I did... Past me did a great job explaining the quirk. (Water Manipulation). Don’t worry there’s no specifics towards how you look like except 2 things. This is entirely because of your quirk... But instead of having (h/c) hair you have different shades of blue oh... and blue eyes. This is just a preview on Monoma’s Route. I made 3 other routes because... Crazy Unhinged MHA boys.

POV: Your childhood friend, Monoma got hero work- studies with a hero but he got injured during a mission. You visited him in the hospital.

Without thinking, you barged into the hospital. You ran up to the reception to ask for Monoma. Anyone there could hear the amount of anguish that was in your voice. Once you got the room number you rushed towards there ignoring everything else. You ran fast, faster than you’ve ever ran. You needed to know if he’s ok. You ran until you saw a blonde walking, an IV pump connected to him as he walked.

“NEITO!” Your voice echoed through the hallway.

Monoma turned around just as you placed your hands on his shoulders. You stopped... The adrenaline was running out. You were getting breathless after running all the way to the hospital.

You apologized profusely. You kept repeating the words, “I’m sorry,”

Holding his shoulders as tears threaten to fall from your eyes. You couldn’t even look at him but you could feel his sad gaze towards you.

You began, “This entire time we’ve been friends... You always hide the fact that you felt like a sidekick right?”

You didn’t need a response. It was obvious. Everywhere you went you could feel it. Their gazes. Even during your first save, everyone brushed him off as just a sidekick. A helping hand. A support. Oh how they couldn’t be more wrong.

“Listen Monoma,” you continued, “On the outside it may seem that you’re the sidekick, but really I was your sidekick,”

You felt his shoulders tense up. You took a deep breathe before continuing.

“I was your side kick and I still am. Any where you go I’ll follow. Tell me to be a hero and I’ll be a hero. Tell me to be a villain and I’ll be a villain. Hell, tell me to stab myself and I will, So please-”

You chocked

“Please don’t leave me alone... I’m nothing without you,”

You couldn’t hold your tears anymore. By now your tears were streaming down your face while you still couldn’t look at him. And before you could stop the words, they’ve already slipped out,

“I love you, Neito Monoma,”

You took a second before you could finally meet his eyes. His tears were pouring too. What a mess both of you were.

#monoma x reader #neito x reader #neito monoma x reader #bnha #monoma x y/n #monoma x you #monoma neito

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wooahaes · 1 year

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baked from scratch

pairing: non-idol!(trsr) jihoon x gn!reader

prompt: cinnamon

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: food mentions. hoony being kind of a simp tbh.

daisy’s notes: its been 300 years since ive written for trsr (unless i wrote for trsr between now when i’m writing this (nov 8th and also the 23rd i had a busy month) and when this fic posted....... then ignore me)

Jihoon liked to watch you bake for a reason: your concentrating face was one of the cutest things in the world. You hadn’t even noticed he’d snapped at least five pictures of it at this point, too busy staring at your phone and rereading the recipe to ensure you were getting the measurements correct. Those pictures weren’t going to be for anyone else but himself, sure, but he thought you’d have noticed by now. Usually you did, since Jihoon liked taking pictures of you.

What could he say? Your boyfriend was, in the words of some of his friends, kind of a simp. You preferred “devoted” or “loving,” but he had laughed and told you that maybe he was “kind of a simp” for you. That was fine by him. He had you, after all, and no one else did. He liked calling himself your boyfriend, even if he would tease you over how flustered you’d get. Yet he hadn’t expected you to make cinnamon rolls entirely from scratch. Technically, he was supposed to be helping you...

But how could he resist that cute look on your face? Jihoon, as a guy who was in love with you, simply couldn’t.

“Hoony?” You hadn’t looked up, brows still knit together as you pouted. “I grabbed the wrong bag of flour. Can you grab the bread flour?”

He blinked at you for a moment. “Huh?” He paused, muttering to himself, “There’s a difference...?” He knew the difference between all-purpose and self-rising, but bread flour...? Who needed so many kinds of flour?

You did, apparently. “It--It says it on the bag,” you vaguely pointed back at the pantry. “You’ll see it.”

Was this normal for people who liked baking...? Jihoon would have to ask his friends sometimes. He scanned the pantry, finding the bag you’d asked for and bringing it back over. Jihoon set it down next to you, leaning in to peck you on the cheek--just to get your attention away from your phone. He smiled at you when you finally did look up, visibly flustered as you reached up and brushed your fingers over where he’d kissed you.

“I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

You knew that you could get a little bogged down in following recipes, especially when baking with your boyfriend. He’d whined at you before that you were neglecting him once, just to tease you--only to comfort you immediately when you showed guilt over it.

(“I just want it to be good, Hoony,” you had said to him with the cutest pout on your face. “I don’t get to bake with you all the time... I want it to taste good, okay? So you can brag to your friends.”)

“It’s cute,” he told you. “I like watching you.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and Jihoon leaned into press a clumsy kiss against your lips. How could he be the boyfriend of someone so cute all the time?

(Probably because he himself was pretty damn handsome and he knew it.)

The moment Jihoon wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling in closer, you let out a whine. “You’re distracting me.”

He planted a tiny peck against your neck, and you could feel the way his lips curved into a smile against your skin. “Good. I’m getting revenge.”

“Huh?”

“You’re always on my mind,” he said, “so it’s only fair that I distract you this time.”

Another whine and you pulled his arms away from you, grabbing the baby blue apron you’d had left folded up for him. You pushed it against his chest, “You’re supposed to be helping.”

He laughed instead as he took the apron from you, letting the fabric fall from the neat folds it’d once had. “Okay, okay,” he said, pulling the loop over his head--the neat little bow already fixed from the last time the two of you cooked together.

At your command, Jihoon turned around so you could secure the other tie for him. He’d always insist that he could do it on his own, but he liked the careful way you tied it into another neat bow. He liked being able to turn around and grace your lips with another gentle kiss as thanks.

“So,” he said, turning back to the counter full of ingredients. “Where do we begin?”

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Saw your most recent post... it inspired me a little, so I just quickly wrote this down for you. Might be a little messy, but hopefully it's still good. Glad to see that you're feeling better!

♡ﾟ+｡.｡+ﾟ’ﾟ+｡.｡+ﾟ♡

“I hate you two…”

“Lies don’t suit you, love,” Lust said, chuckling a little from the pout you gave him. “If you’d really hated us being here, then you’d thrown us out the second we came in.”

You were about to protest, but words left you as the sight of a bowl filled with deliciously prepared soup was held out in front of you. You looked up at Cross, but he glanced away just as your eyes met. He was blushing.

“You need to eat,” he said, sitting down on your other side only after you took the bowl from him. “You haven’t been eating well enough these past days.”

“How do you know?” you asked, genuinely curious. You hadn’t told anyone about that.

Cross smiled, and he leaned in to nuzzle your shoulder. Obviously, he wasn’t going to tell you.

“Just eat the soup, sweetpea. We’ll cuddle and keep you warm and comfortable once you’ve finished it,” Lust purred softly. He leaned in to kiss your cheek. “We’ll take care of you until you’re better, alright?”

You weren’t sure whether it was the fever or the embarrassment that made your cheeks heat up, but you tried your best to ignore it.

Well… tried was the key word here…

The two idiots on either side of you made that pretty much impossible with the way they nuzzled and kissed you, and it only became worse once you actually finished the bowl and gave it to Cross to put it away.

Lust leaned in to kiss your cheek again, and Cross quietly purred as he laid his skull upon your shoulder. They both made themselves perfectly comfortable against you, and - despite your embarrassment - you couldn’t help but accept the affection. They were warm, cuddly, and so annoyingly sweet.

“Thanks…” you eventually mumbled, burrowing yourself back against the pillow and pulling the blanket a little further up. “For coming over, I mean.”

“Of course, love,” Lust said, smiling to you ever so sweetly.

“Always,” Cross added, taking your hand and giving it a gentle kiss.

You already felt so much better.

It was still morning when I first read the first sentence in your ask and i went !!!?!?!?!

feral reaction under the cut

WWW-WAIT WAIT WHAT??? WHAT??!?!

VALACRE. VAL. VALAACRCECEVSVDNFMCKAAAA

ive only read the first two lines bUT I AM!! PAUSIGN TO UM UH UM UM GO FERAL??? UM Uhhhhh dont imagine me rolling around in bed like a romcom anime character—

JUST. LOSING MY SHIT OVER VALACRE WRITING A THING FOR ME (one of the sweetest fic authors i know and has written lust fics that have become my comfort fics??? HELLO???) AND IM JUST. DJDNS UWAGH LIES DOWN. LIES THE FUCK DOWN………

ur getting a long feral commentary abt this valacre im sorry but also not<3

["…love,"] OURGRHCHCHXBD SOB HEAVES SOBS,, thats so him,,, (aka my skelesona's lust variant uses that for them and its special to me and i am being an emotional bitch) uwegh,, /pos

CLUTCHING.

CLUTCHING MY KNEE AWAGDHDZH CROSSSS

["You haven't been eating well enough these past days."] UM. insert emoji thats frantically looking up and down

["How do you know?"] LMAO HELLO??? i should. Read instead of commenting after every paragraph-

[The two idiots…] YES THE TWO IDIOTS I LOVE AND ADORE HHHHHHRRRFGHHH OTL BANGS FISTS ON TABLE.

[…and so annoyingly sweet.] 😭😭😭💕💜💙💜

["Of course, love,"] !!!!!!!!!

lust really is my truly, dearly beloved- good GOD i love him- FACK, MAN!!!!!

THTHTHTHTHE HAND KISS VALACRE YOU ARE KILLING ME?????? HELLO?????

FACK THE ENDING LINE IS PERFECT IAM- IAM- SLAPS THE COUCH AGGRESSIVELY(??)

Hi Valacre thank u SO much for this u r making my morning GREAT i am simping so hard rn, u know how to write the Soff Words and i appreciate that, u r very pog and awesome i hope ur day goes well 💜💙💜

#I AM WINNING. i am winning actually-#im so gd blessed holy shiiiii #valacre u r the most ever #ask #mblue talks #(yes i will reread them just like the other fics my heart is soaring fr)#valacre #getgot #scenarios

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