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euaphoric · 1 year

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weird kinks/fetishes i think jk would be into ॱ⋅.˳˳.⋅˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ઇଓ

do not try and come for me over this… it’s just MY opinion and nothing here is fact (obviously) so take my words with a grain of salt m’kay ? :))

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sensation play: jk can be pretty bold in the bedroom so i feel like this would be something he’d enjoy. he’d go from gentle touches, trying out salacious flavors/scents, and different lighting to more daring stuff like temperature play, (light) bondage, and sex toys. his favorite thing is to watch you wriggle under him, your senses overloading from the stimulation he inflicts upon you. he can be very sweet and caring with you at times, taking his time with making you feel soo good and the next he’ll have every bone in your body tingling. he likes to bring hot and cold elements at the same time, making your body so sensitive for him, feeling everything all at once. you can feel the vibrations of his moans and groans, tickling a certain part in your brain. the occasional flogging would come into play as well, he wouldn’t do it harshly though — instead running the flogger over various parts of your body, the sensory experience transcending you to a new level of nirvana. he’s attempted blind folding you to amp up the intensity but it became too much for you and you had to use the safe word one time (lollipop) to get him to chill out ;(

voyeurism: he knows that it’s very much wrong but he loves watching you undress and/or do sexual acts without you knowing he’s around. it gives him the stiffest hard-on seeing you touch yourself, thinking no one else is here to see you but he is in fact watching you tentatively through the door hole. god he feels like such a creep. does he care in the moment though? absolutely not. but once he cums in his pants embarrassingly from watching you he’ll feel all types of guilt. don’t get it twisted, he likes watching you with the knowledge of you seeing him too. you enjoy putting on a show for him and playing with toys in front of him, he bought you a cute glass dildo with a pink heart carved at the end, it was so pretty you didn’t even want to put it inside you. that day, you made yourself cum over eight times from that dildo; begging and crying for some real dick but jk was just sitting there palming himself through his pants and watching you come undone. your body is like a work of art to him.

quirofilia: he’s very much sexually attracted to your hands, the way your fingers wrap around him, the warmth your touch brings him, and the amazing things those luscious hands can do… whenever you get a fresh manicure (that he pays for obvi) he can’t help the protruding thoughts of what those freshly painted nails feel like on his skin, getting aroused by just looking at you doing simple things like tying your shoes or unloading the dishwasher. whether it be you holding his hand, kneading the soft skin with the pads of your thumb, or wrapped around his cock he’ll want to admire how gorgeous your hands look. he likes to make a mess all over them, watching his cum drip down to your wrists but he licks it up so it won’t go to waste. he enjoys seeing you suck the creaminess off your fingers but he likes to do it too, tasting his own delicious nut while having your cute fingies in his mouth<33333

partialism: although he’s clearly obsessed with your ass, titties, and all that jazz he likes to show love to your non-sexual body parts too. kissing, caressing, nibbling, and sucking on your soft skin like it’s a sweet dessert. it’s simp galore when he encounters your juicy thighs, he likes to devour them, leaving visible harsh bite marks and spanking them until bright red. he’s quite literally attracted to every part of you, even the things you find silly, like the back of your ears. he’ll always nip at them, lapping his tongue over the sensitive parts of your lobe and humming against it to make you shudder. sometimes, the only way he’ll be able to cum is if he can rub his cock against your thighs, it was his primary trigger in getting him to reach his climax. the way your beautiful thighs would clench together for some type of relief when his cock is right there just drives him through the ground. he just wants to paint a pretty picture on them with his cum :((

trichophilia: i feel like he rlly rlly likes body hair, especially when you don’t shave down there for a while and you got a little bush growing; he calls it your “fur burger” (sfjadjsfjjsj). you prefer to be waxed personally, but he genuinely loves it when you have visible pubic hair — not ever making you feel insecure in the slightest about it. you still remember when he first told you about it, “quit being so nervous about it babe, it’s just hair it’s natural. show’s confidence, i like my women more mature anyway.” he specifically loves eating you out, whether it’s hairy, trimmed, stubbly, or shaved, it didn’t matter but it was the most fun for him when you had lots of hair. he’d bury his face completely in it, not having a care in the world about anything but pleasing you. your mouth-watering juices would leak out on his tongue as he curls his fingers skillfully inside you, making you writhe and squirm under him. he doesn’t even mind it if a piece of hair gets in his mouth, that only means he’s doing a good job and to keep it up, you never have to worry about the state your body is in because he’ll embrace your hair openly and worship you like the goddess you are.

role play: it doesn’t matter what scenario you could be portraying in the bedroom, he’ll go all out and get super into character once it’s time. a sexy student fucking her teacher? already tried. young damsel in distress in desperate need of her prince to make her cum? check. hot nurse checking to make sure her patients genital organs work properly? done. literally anything you can imagine jk would most likely be down to try it. he’d supply all the outfits you need, buying you whatever props that you deemed fit for the scenario. his favorite role play moment was him being a vampire and you were just some simple human who wanted to be bitten and have special vampy powers like him. he even went so far as to wearing realistic fangs and bit your neck for the theatrics of it all. it got real freaky after that, he gave you the most grueling, animalistic sex ever. it truly changed the way you both looked at any vampire movies/shows from then on.

panty sniffing: this man could sniff your panties all damn day, srsly. the smell of you intoxicates him, sending flashes of dopamine through his receptors. he often goes through your panty drawer when you aren’t home, touching all of the different fabrics and textures. when he’s feelin extra frisky he’ll go through your used undies to pick his favorite pair to sniff while we masturbates, jerking off to your aromatic womanly scent. sometimes, if he can’t control himself he’ll finish by releasing on them, immediately regretting that your panties are now soaked with loads of cum. he would always throw the messy garment in the wash right after so you wouldn’t suspect anything — he’s been keeping up this dirty little secret for months.

diy porn: well like it says in the name, jk has always been a diy guru! he loves making home videos especially the freaky nasty ones. he likes to record himself eating you out or fucking you, making sure the camera is super close up to get all the little details. he’ll use his phone or sometimes a digital camera to record, whichever he feels is the best. he’s always so vocal in the videos as if he was a real adult film star, asking you over and over if you like that and how bad you want his cock. he gets more intense when the cameras are rolling, putting on a temporary persona to make the video more enticing. “this is her fifth time squirting in a row guys” he narrates while facing the camera to him and pans it back to zoom in on your leaking pussy. “mmm… hear that? sounds amazing, might have to go back in for another taste” he says, licking his lips at the sounds your wet fucked out cunt makes. no one will ever see or know of these videos but whenever you’re gone, he likes to look back and jerk off to your moans and sexy performances in them.

pegging: he was the first one to suggest this actually, he’s thought of being pegged for a while but just never got the courage to bring it up with you. he was shocked to find out that you were open to the idea and even got excited to try it. he’s usually the one in control but he’s fantasized for a while about you having all the power in your hands. he wasted no time in purchasing a strap-on for you, one rainy evening he proposed the concept again and asked if you wanted to actually go through with it and you agreed. it felt utterly amazing to him the first time, he’ll remember it like it was yesterday. you were fucking his tight precious ass with a slow and gentle pace since you didn’t wanna hurt him but he told you to go faster, you pick up your rhythm and hold onto his tiny waist securely. he was feeling the utmost amount of bliss when you hit his prostate, making him whine out in pleasure. your free hand stroking his hard cock while he’s pushed to his orgasm. that day he came so fucking hard, harder than ever before. he even thanked you after you were done, for giving him the most mind-blowing orgasm he’s ever received in his life.

#jungkook imagine #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x female reader #bts smut #jungkook thoughts #jungkook drabble #jk smut #jjk smut #bts imagines #jeon jungkook imagines

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wings-of-ink · 3 months

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First Devlog?

Hello everyone...boy, there are a lot of you already, still trying to digest that...

So, I gather that I should do these logs on occasion. I do not know how often, perhaps just when I have a few things to say. I will try not to ramble too much, but my fingies like to talk.

Anyway, I am working on chapter 3 right now. There’s some fun moments so far in it that I hope you’ll like, and we’ll get to meet Zahn, Duri'naan, and then Rundis. I’m trying not to rush because there are some exciting scenes that I’m eager to get to. I’ve outlined them to tide myself over until I get that far. There’s some quiet moments you’ll get to have as well, and right now I feel like that’s what I’m struggling with. Those areas of my story are like bridges to the next, more exciting, parts and sometimes I feel like they fall a little flat. But, I’m trying to keep in mind this is my first draft. I’ll go through it another time or two to perk things up. Those moments are still important for letting the MC get to know each RO.

My mind has been in a million directions lately too, and I’ve had a lot of ‘duh’ moments. I’ve done so much world building since I started this last year (around August/September I think), that I have pockets of important details that I kinda just forgot! So, I plan to re-read all the notes I’ve made and try to also put them into one place. I have some in my phone, in a notebook, and in no less than three folders on my laptop. It’s a wonder I have survived this many years…

What you can expect for coming updates…

-A couple fixes, of course – thank you to those who found some of those pesky buggy bois for me.

-A nicer front page, instead of being slapped with my ramblings, I’d like to actually have a nice start page. I’ll figure it out eventually, lol.

-I’ll be adding a name bank to the MC’s Nameday scene that will also show you what each name means, so if that is important to you, it’ll save you the internet search. If it tickles your fancy, the name selection will correspond in some way to the marks (names meaning "night" or "storm," etc.) so you can theme your MC a bit.

-Extra coding in case you decide to shorten MC’s given name to just “Ravi.” I did not once consider that anyone would do this, and my first play-tester – my own spouse – did….He told me about it since it made some dialog with Oswin make zero sense, and then I published the story without fixing it because I completely forgot about it.

-Different contrast color for dark mode links. I feel like I have drastically improved this with a new gold color. In retrospect, I don’t know why I didn’t use the gold before. I love it as an accent, I use it all over! The blue never felt 100% right, but my brain shut down after thinking about it too long. Here’s a sample and a (M) Zahn tease:

When can you expect an update?

I’d like to make my next update during the Amare Games Festival, ideally containing both chapters 3 and 4 since they go pretty tightly together. This will also insure that you meet the rest of the posse. It’s a tall order for both chapters to be submitted on time, and I don’t want to rush them either, but I’m going to try really really hard, lol. I will focus first on polishing chapter 3, so that no matter what, I can at least get it out in time.

Here’s a link to the post about it:

And this is the submission time frame: open from March 31st 2024 at 11:00 PM to May 1st 2024 at 12:00 AM

As a side message, should you want to read on…

I also wanted to give you all a big, like really big, heartfelt thank you. I have received so many kind messages and comments that I just can’t believe it. I am so happy (and honestly, genuinely shocked) that you’re enjoying my IF, and I’m motivated to work hard so you also enjoy each new chapter of your journey. There’s so many secrets I want to share with you about the world, and I am struggling to be patient myself, lol.

I am not usually a very open or social person, and I was scared for a long time to share anything I wrote. I reached a point in my personal life in the last few years where I just needed to embrace what I loved to do and share it with a community that shares in that love. I encourage you to do the same whether there is a story in your heart, music on your lips, or a paintbrush in your hands. Life is NOT about your 8-5. We may not be able to survive without it, but whatever moment you can, do what you actually love. Put away the those things that don’t matter, the things that stress you - including people, and make time for who you are.

Thank you all and take care!

~Lunan

#if wip #twine if #twine wip #interactive novel #god cursed if #if game #interactive fiction #gc if devlog #amare game #amare

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spicyicetea · 11 months

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OK OK OK

I've been so distracted by Submas recently. They are my favourite train boys, they make my Autism go Brrrr. Lowkey such a simp but recently I’ve fallen down AU rabbit holes. My favourite by far is a Story by @onestepbackwards called Our Angel which is a Greaser!Submas x reader AU.

Firstly if you haven’t yet read what is up currently, DO IT. It is so good, all of their work is, and it low-key has made me feel so much better as I’ve been unwell recently and I’ve even used some of their stuff to calm down from anxiety attacks. I can’t recommend a writer more right now, and please treat yourself and check them out. If you do just remember to be respectful and please don’t bother them too much about writing more, gotta keep respectful boundaries after all :)

Secondly, after reading their story, and then gobbling every other bit of Greaser!Submas I could get my little fingys on, I decided to draw the brothers from the AU in the way I pictured them in my head. These are most likely not accurate at all to how they picture these boys but I was just doing this because ADHD suddenly decided what we were doing for the next hour or so. This took me far longer to finish than I meant so I hope people like this, I had to do the boys justice and I’ve never drawn them in my style before. So here! I was going to get rid of the top bust shots where I was trying to figure out how to draw their hair and make them look different but I left it in cause I kinda like them.

If you’re interested in the Greaser AU, then again check out @onestepbackwards. When going through the #Greaser!Submas I also stumbled upon @r0-boat and @smallestapplin who also have incredible stuff written, I enjoy all of the stuff I’ve read so far from them. I already knew of @yanban-san as I stumbled across them a few months ago and they do a ton more AU!Submas and their art is incredible.

I know from when I use my Laptop to write my longer fics that sometimes the @ play up so I might write the @ again in a comment as those have never gone overly buggy for me, but I don’t know. If you’re one of the cool people I’ve mentioned:

Friends? and yes this is really a demand not a question /j

Your stuff is so cool, so please excuse my fangirling, I just couldn’t not talk about it somewhere.

That's my rant over, night everyone!

#x reader #submas #greaser!submas #greaser!Emmet #greaser!Ingo #greaser!submas x reader #greaser!Emmet x reader #greaser!Ingo x reader #subway master emmet #submas ingo #submas emmet #subway master ingo #ingo and emmet

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princessssbunnyyyy · 5 months

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🎀things daddy has said that makes me melt ( and wet)🎀

- wittle baby trying to act tough🥺 even though she knows she’ll fall asleep sucking on daddy’s fingies🥺

- because i’m the owner and you’re just the dumb bunny who’s purpose is to store my cum😡

- or i could wake u up by sneaking into your room and fucking you while youre asleep🤔 you want that? you’d like to be used by daddy whenever he feels like it?🤔

- now i’m just imaging fucking your tight pussy🤤 gonna be so used and dripping with cum when i’m finished

- fuck need your pussy rn. it belongs to me. need to fill it with cum and leave my cock in so none drips out

- well it’s true 😌 i am your owner and you’re my pet. need to put a collar and leash on you😤

- my bunny🥰💗 that i want to put a collar and leash on and use as my fucktoy whenever i feel like😌

- want you on top of me😤 bouncing on my cock like a good bunny🥰🤤

- want you. want to hear your breathing and moans as i stretch out your pussy and make it mine

- bunny trying to act like she’ll be able to resist when she’s just a dumb cock obsessed slut with nothing on her mind but sucking daddy off🥺

- want daddy to do whatever he wants while you be a dumb pretty little slut and take his cock in all your holes?🥰

- can’t even suck daddys cock right so daddy has to grab your head and take control?🥺😌

(to be continued..)

#bd/sm brat #bd/sm bunny #daddy’s bunny #subby bunny #petpl4y #dumb bunny #dumb slvt #dumb wh0re #cnc k!nk #cnc free use

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 2 years

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Frozen

Shut the Fuck Up | Masterlist | You Eat Yet?

Pairing: Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto x Reader

Rating: M (though it may have explicit chapters in the future)

Notes: Welcome back! I hope y’all are having a nice week!❣️

Warnings: Fluff; cursing. A lot of cursing.

Summary: “Gimme a knife?” You request.

“What kind?”

“Big knife. Sharp knife.”

“Oh…My…God.”

“What?”

“I haven’t seen a freezer this packed since the last time I went to Costco.”

“C'mon, it’s not that bad.”

“Are you kidding me?” You scoff. You reach in, carefully dislodging something near the top and turning it over in your hands. “At least you labeled it.”

“Course I labeled it. You pick something out?”

“I picked something up.” You glance over to see Carmy’s lips pursed in irritation; you can practically feel the annoyance behind his lips. You carefully tuck the parcel away again and step back. “You know what’s in here, you pick.”

He hums, taking the food from your hand before rifling through the packed freezer for another. He dislodges something, eyes the label, then holds it up for your approval.

“Mac and cheese?”

“Sure…” Then, a thought springs into your head. “You got crescent dough?”

“Uh-huh.”

Carmy watches, confused, as you pluck the frozen mac and cheese from his hands and turn to his oven. You crank it to 400, then turn to the counter. You unbox the tray, peeling the plastic off of the top.

“Gimme a knife?” You request.

“What kind?”

“Big knife. Sharp knife.”

“And the dough?”

“Uh-huh.”

You reach out, grabbing a cutting board from where it’s leaning against the wall. You set it down, popping the mac and cheese free and setting the plastic aside.

“Here.”

“Thaaaank you.” You take the knife and the roll of crescent dough, and set the dough aside. “Can you gimme a little olive oil in a bowl, too—and some salt, and Italian seasoning?”

Carmy huffs out a soft laugh, turning from you.

“The hell are you doing to my mac and cheese?”

“Something tasty.”

“Do I get any hints?”

“You’ve seen the ingredients, take a guess.” You lower the knife to the mac and cheese, cutting it into long, thin strips. You set the knife aside once you’ve finished, and reach out, taking hold of the container and unwrapping it. You wince at the pop!, then pry it from the packaging, setting it aside. You glance over as Carmy comes back with the bowl of oil, and the two spices.

“Anything?” You ask.

“What, guesses? Nah.”

You smile a little, unrolling the dough and flattening it out with your palms. You fight the urge to wilt under Carmy’s scrutiny, but he’s so close, and watching you so interestedly—you can’t ignore it. You take the knife up again, cutting the dough into long, thin strips. Then you take up one of the strips of mac and cheese. You raise both, beginning to wrap the mac and cheese in the dough.

“...You’re awful quiet, Berzatto.”

“I've never seen this and I’m perplexed.”

You roll your eyes a little as you set the first wrapped strip aside. Then you take up the next.

“How much salt and and how much Italian seasoning?” He asks.

“Half a teaspoon of salt, two teaspoons of seasoning.”

“Heard.”

You smile a bit as Carmy levels off spices into the olive oil beside you. You glance over as he steps away, and you arch a brow as he comes back with a sauce brush.

“Oh, we’re being fancy about it?”

“Fancy?” Carmy repeats, stunned.

“I usually just drizzle it on.”

“How do you spread it?”

You raised your hand, wiggling your fingers.

“Fingies.”

“Christ,” Carmy mutters, preparing to brush the olive oil spread on.

“Thanks. Can you grab a sheet pan—and some parchment paper, if you’ve got it.”

Carmy gives you a sidelong glance, one that tells you that he takes umbrage with If you’ve got it. You give a small, apologetic smile, chuckling as he turns to his cupboard. You finish wrapping the last of the mac and cheese and dough strips, and lean against the counter, taking up the sauce brush and dipping it into the mix.

“Thank you,” You mumble as he sets the prepped pan down beside you. You set each of the sticks onto the baking pan, and take a step back as Carmy takes it up, turning and putting it into the oven. You move over to the sink, setting the cutting board, knife, and bowl inside before you wash your hands.

“How long?”

“Like…Twenty minutes.”

You glance back to find Carmy taking up a manual timer, and smile as he cranks the dial and sets it down again. You push yourself up onto the counter, kicking your legs just a little as he turns to face you.

“You’ll be more full this way,” You promise, nodding toward the oven.

“With mac and cheese and dough? Yeah, I think I’d have to be.”

“Make fun all you want, but it’s gonna be fucking tasty, Berzatto.”

“I’m not makin’ fun,” Carmy insists, wandering closer.

“No?”

“Mm-mm.”

Carmy comes to stand between your legs, setting his hands down on either side of your thighs on the counter. You go still at the warm, steadying touch.

“And for the record,” He adds, nodding toward the sink, “That’s a chef’s knife.”

“...You’re a chef, so aren’t all of your knives chef’s knives?”

“No,” He chuckles. “It’s good for meat, vegetables—”

“Frozen mac and cheese—”

“—It’s like a good—you know, multipurpose knife.”

“For a chef.”

“For anyone.”

“So there are more knives?” You tease, tipping your head to the side. “I thought you all used one magic knife.”

“You use a knife like that to cut fruit at the bar?”

“Well, shit, Berzatto, you’ve got me there.”

“I’ll teach you some time.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm. If you teach me the other things you can do with mac and cheese.”

“...Okay, that sounded weirdly filthy, but not in a fun way, in like in a gross, weird way.”

Carmy’s lips quirk with a smile, his hands sliding up your thighs.

“Twenty minutes?”

"Mmm…” You lean to the side a touch, eyeing the manual timer, “Eighteen and a half now.”

“Plenty’a time.”

“For what?”

Before you can question him further, Carmy leans up, pressing his lips to yours. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. You curl your arms around his shoulders, grunting as he slides his hands around to hook in the loops of your jeans, tugging you closer. You smooth a hand up over his nape, tangling in his hair. Carmy’s hands skim up your back, flexing in the fabric. His pinkies tease the band of skin between your top and your jeans.

“This gonna hurt your neck…After eighteen minutes?” You mumble between kisses, tipping your head to and fro.

“One way to find out,” Carmy murmurs in turn before nipping at your lip.

“...Hot damn.”

It’s muttered through a mouthful, and you grin as Carmy takes another large bite out of the mac and cheese stick.

“Happy?” You tease. Carmy doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and a thumbs up. You chuckle, shifting closer on the couch and reaching for the remote. It’s not long before the tray is whittled down between the two of you. In your post-heavy-snack haze, the two of you find yourselves laying on the couch, cuddled close. Carmy’s hand drifts along your back as you eye the tv through heavy lids.

“...We should turn on Chopped or something,” You mumble. Carmy huffs out a chuckle, and you can feel his chin brushing your head as he shakes his.

“I’m not ready for you to see me like that.”

“Oh—Now I need to turn on Chopped.”

“Next time, baby,” Carmy reassures. The ease of the pet name makes you prickle with flattery. You lean up, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then another. Carmy turns his head after a moment, nudging his nose against yours before dropping a gentle kiss to your lips. You lean up for another, but Carmy tips his head back against the pillows with a groan and a wince. You smile with smug curiosity, resting a hand on his chest, and your chin atop it.

“Neck bothering you, Berzatto?”

“...Shuddup.”

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#Carmy Berzatto x Reader #Carmy Berzatto x You #Carmy Berzatto/Reader #Carmy Berzatto/You #Carmy Berzatto fic #Carmy Berzatto imagine #If You Can't Take the Heat

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kanmom51 · 2 years

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Those JM and JK being ‘subtle’ moments.

(Well, not subtle at all actually...)

Or,

A page from JM and JK’s book of “How do we do the couple in the group without others noticing it (or so they thought)”.

I love these moment. The little hidden touches, the little hidden glances, neither of them being too subtle about it, even though I’m sure they think they are.

I’m thinking of maybe making this a series of posts, cause you and I know that when going to look for it, there are many many moments like this.

I have some more moments in mind (already sitting in my drafts with part 2). Feel free to send me your ideas - where they think they’re being subtle but are as loud as ****.

So, let’s get started, shall we?

No one can see those wittle fingies on JM’s waist, or keep telling yourself that is more like it. Smooth move Mr. Jeon, with the yawn and all. Smooth move indeed (NOT).

This is how to move an unwanted hand...no hand caressing going on here folks...just walk away.

Just a hand shake guys, nothing more going on here. A REALLY happy one at that, but just a hand shake, facial expression and all. No, we didn’t see you JK. Can you not bare to look at that man’s face? Is that why you just have to turn him away?

Oopsie...

No touchy touchy going on... Just a little leaning over or crawling footsies. Hey, it’s not JM’s fault JK happens to be there, like all the goddamn time, right?

We can’t see you guys, with the touchy touchy and the heart fingers. Nope. Can’t see a thing.

No one can see you two...A-ha. Keep telling yourselves that.

We can’t see your hand there JK. (wink wink). Smooth indeed.

How to enjoy Karaoke with your brother...

Not JK’s fingers riding up JM’s crop top, nope.

Be a total professional, even if it’s a long day filled with annoying interviews...fingers get tensed up, they need to be stretched...oops, didn’t notice JK was back there.

To be continued?

I’d say it’s up to you guys...

#jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #Jimin #JK #JM #Jikook being subtle #But maybe not really

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miscelunaaa · 2 years

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cuffing szn 4 | knj

pairing: fbi agent!namjoon x soft-bodied/plus-sized female reader

genre: strangers to lovers, an attempt at crack??, little bit of angst, smut

summary: All Namjoon wants is some peace and quiet after a long, shitty day at work. Thanks to a party upstairs and Jungkook’s sticky fingers, he’s stuck with you instead.

rating: 18+ for weighty topics and explicit sexual content

word count: 5.7k

warnings: Swearing, always. Safe handling of a firearm. Jungkook being a little chaotic nosy. References to legal alcohol consumption. There’s a lot here that’s not really true to life but the biggest lie is Jungkook texting someone and responding to their reply ☠️ Explicit sexual content in the form of: Soft Dom Namjoon. Reader’s got a thing for his big body, so like size kink I guess kind of but without mentions of any size difference between them at all. Lots of mentions of stretch marks and softness :). Mild body insecurity. A MOMENT OF DUMBIFICATION??? BUT LIKE REALLY MILD???? Check-ins again help. Nipple play. Lots of light biting. Light kink negotiation? Pet names (baby, baby girl). Daddy kink. Light begging. Dirty talk. Oral sex, female receiving. Light edging. More check-ins. Big Dick!Namjoon. Unprotected sex with other birth control in place (IUD). Change in sex positions. Modified doggy-style. Fingie sucking. Light degradation (use of the word “slut” twice? and “cocksleeve” once). Praise kink. Creampie. Aftercare, some light cathartic crying, and cuddles!

notes: HA. HAHAHA. ME?? STICK TO A SCHEDULE???? SDJKFJASKFJ PLS. Alright y’all, happy comeback. I’m feeling better and my PCR was negative so fuck it, let’s go, let’s finish this shit out strong!! I hope y’all like it, let me know what you think :) thank you so much for reading and joining me on this journey.

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Namjoon’s apartment feels different from last time. Instead of bending down to help you take off your boots, you can just kick off your slip-ons. Instead of a jacket thrown over the back of the couch, it’s still on his tall frame. There’s nothing waiting to be put away in the kitchen, no phantom smells of a meal made. Above all, it’s quiet. Taehyung and Jungkook haven’t turned their music back up yet.

“Hey, wait, do you need to eat something? You only just got home right?” you ask, right as he’s shrugging off his suit jacket.

As he loosens his tie, you feel his eyes running up and down the lines of your body. You can’t imagine you’re much of a sight in your ratty sweatpants and old hoodie, but his gaze doesn’t seem to notice the difference between this outfit and the last.

“Not really hungry right now.”

Right. Not, at least, in the way one might think.

You awkwardly stand by as he takes off his shoes. The difference in the amount of clothes between the two of your is honestly amusing. You realize you’re starring when he suddenly shifts before, placing a finger beneath your chin and turning your face to his.

If looks could start fires, you’d be ablaze.

He’s attractive, that much is obvious for you. He’d been attractive at Hoseok and Jin’s bachelor party, but in that cute, grumpy way that comes so easily to him. This look, however, is more intense even than the ones he gave you the morning after. All of the emotions you’ve felt over the past few weeks are mirrored in his gaze. Namjoon’s already made it clear with his words but this look shows you that he wants you as much as you want him.

You step into him to close the gap, letting your lips fall upon his. Immediately, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close as he tilts his head for a closer fit to your mouth. When his tongue begins to brush against yours, you wonder if he can taste the lemonade your drank upstairs. At least, you hope it’s the lemonade, and not the pizza.

“Bedroom. Now,” he mouths against you, and you don’t have it within you to hide your enthusiasm as you take his hand and follow.

He’s barely flipped on the light before he’s tossing his suit jacked to the side. With care, he takes his gun from this shoulder holster and places it in his safe. By the time he’s run through the little lock/unlock routine, you’re already sitting on his bed with your legs crossed, watching him move. He finally takes his tie off all the way and shrugs off his shoulder holster, his back to you. Watching the fabric of his shirt stretch and wrinkle over the muscular expanse of his back could entertain you for hours.

He stops before joining you, his hands clenched at his sides. He chews on his lip.

“So last time, you said you didn’t do things like this much, and uh, I don’t know if I actually mentioned it, but I don’t do this much either.”

“I figured. You actually checked the date on the condom.”

“That’s something that should be done every time but point taken.”

For a moment, he falls silent, staring at a point in space that you can’t locate.

“Namjoon, why’d you bring this up?”

His eyes squinch closed. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I don’t want to do this if there’s not a chance to see you again.”

You blink.

“Okay. I want to see you again too. I wasn’t shitting you at the party, you know. I do think you’re interesting.” Your voice sounds more even than you expected it to. You thought the fluttering of your heart in your chest would shake the words more, but you’ve managed to mask it well.

Namjoon softens, his shoulders relaxing and his hands coming loose. He runs a hand through his dark hair.

“Really?”

“We’ve been thinking about each other for weeks,” you say softly. “I’m not in the business of saying things or doing things I don’t mean.”

He’s silent for a moment, before he sits down at the edge of the bed, just close enough for you to feel the heat coming off his body.

“Great. We should talk more tomorrow. Gotta make up for that missed blind date,” he teases.

“I mean there’s always a chance you might hate me, or that I’ll hate you. Maybe you’re like, I don’t know, a cat person and I’m a dog person and it just won’t work. Maybe—"

“Babe.”

Your spine tingles. He’s already started calling you pet names again. It feels like he’s beginning to slip into a role, or a headspace of some kind. It’s thrilling.

“Y-yeah?”

“Do you want this?”

His eyes are dark, he’s doing that thing where his eyes seem half-closed even as he looks at you intently. That hooded look; dragon eyes, some people call them. Call them whatever, but the effect is powerful. You feel wanted and you love it.

“Please. More than anything.”

“Then take off your clothes, I want to see you. We can figure all the other shit out later.”

Your breath hitches with the command, but somehow you find it in you to sit up and take off your hoodie, pausing to watch Namjoon stand as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. It’s hypnotizing to watch his fingers work the buttons. When he tosses it aside, he reveals the tight undershirt he’s been wearing.

To your delight (and somehow, dismay; you’re waiting for him to show some physical flaw), he’s still big, even under the dress shirt. You’ve not seen each other naked before, so each layer that comes off leaves you more enticed than the last. The idea of feeling his warm skin against yours makes your body throb.

As Namjoon begins to untuck his dress shirt, he clears his throat, quirking an eyebrow.

You look down. Right. Hoodie needs to come off. The weight of his potential disappointment turns your fingers to lead. He’s felt what you feel like beneath your clothes before, and there’s no way a big, tall guy like him doesn’t have stretch marks. He saw some of yours last time, but still it feels strange. It’s been a while and this is different than last time. It’s more intimate. It’s more intense.

“What, do you need help?”

A shiver runs down your spine, just strong enough that you’re sure he saw you tremble. The visceral reaction you have to his teasing tone is … well, it’s a lot, and it’s unexpected. Even more unexpected is the way you look at him; you can feel yourself slip into the role, lips parted, leaning into the moment. With the smallest, slightest pout you can muster, you nod, and say:

“Please.”

He steps over to the bed, leaning forward to enclose you between his arms. The mattress dips as he lets his weight settle on either side of you. You bite your lip. Every nerve ending in your body is buzzing with excitement. What’s next?

“Please, what, baby girl?”

Fuck. Fuuuuck.

“Please, help me …” The title is on the tip of your tongue, but you never finish your plea the way you want to.

Namjoon’s eyes flutter closed for a moment. The knot in his throat bobs as he swallows.

“Why is that so hot?” he mutters.

“I don’t know,” you reply. The deja vu hits you like a little wave lapping at your ankles, instead of sweeping you away. It seems you’re both into things that a lot of people aren’t. “Are you—are you into what I think you’re into? Oh my god—were you into it at the party when they called you a daddy?”

When Namjoon finally looks at you again, his nose is wrinkled into a grimace. “It’s weird, isn’t it? I came on too strong.”

“No.” You let your hand come up to cup his face. His face relaxes with the contact, but he’s still pouting even as you try to reassure him. “Maybe for other people, but not for me.”

This moment feels so strange. It’s just like last time, but you’re the one trying to ease the other’s mind. You’re so different and yet so alike.

“I—“ he starts, before sighing and shuffling to sit on the bed next to you. “I have a hard time letting myself be vulnerable. This is one of those things. Last time I thought it was just going to be one and done, so I never even dreamed of bringing it up, but then I kept liking you. We kept liking each other, and now you’re here.” He runs a hand over his face. “And the way you looked at me when I asked if you needed help …”

“It’s really okay, I promise. I like it too. And, I don’t know. You’re not actually a parent or old enough to be my dad or anything so it’s not weird?” This moment feels so strange, though. You both have to talk yourselves through this.

“No weirder than it needs to be, at least.”

“Right. And I promise I liked it. Also, kind of a different topic,” you pause, biting your lip. “I like the fact that we check in with each other so much, like I’ve never had that in a romantic relationship.” Namjoon smiles when he hears this, and your heart flutters. “That said, I’m really ready to get dicked down by your huge—"

His mouth tightens into a line, making a muscle in his jaw twitch. There may be no better way to shut you up, and if there is, you’ll have to find it together. Finally, he says, “Point taken. You know the traffic light system?”

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for keep going?”

“Great, use that if there’s something you don’t like or don’t want to do at any point in time. Not that we’re getting too weird, but just in case.”

Namjoon doesn’t hesitate before leaning over to press a quick kiss to your lips. Before you can reach for him, he’s pulling back, reaching for the elastic hem of your hoodie. As his palms, warm and rough, brush against the skin of your middle, you forget why you were nervous in the first place.

“Time to take this off,” he rasps in your ear as he helps push the garment up. As the cool air of the bedroom hits your skin, you shiver. You let yourself fall back as you lift your hips to start pushing down your sweats. Namjoon sits up and away, and then you hear a rustling and suddenly, he’s back at your side, now shirtless. You freeze.

“What?” he smirks. You’ve not even managed to get your pants halfway down your thighs, but whatever he can see is nothing compared to what you can see of him. He looks so good you want to hide in a hole, but you also have the urge to run your tongue over every inch you see. You’re not even sure which would be less awkward, so instead you just stare.

Every inch of him is solid muscle covered in warm, resplendent skin. Bulging pectorals, faintly defined abdominals, biceps, triceps, muscles you forgot the name of after high school anatomy … all wrought carefully and presented to you in one big, beautiful package. You can’t get enough, but it’s also too much, making your stomach turn with nerves. You can’t even look at his face with those fucking dimples without feeling flustered. He’s handsome and built and fuck he’s kind on top of all that and you’re suddenly panicking. You pull your pants back up to your waist and cover your face with your hands with a groan.

“Do … you want me to put the shirt back on?” Namjoon laughs. It’s a tease but you’re half tempted to answer it anyway. He settles into his elbow on his side, and hooks his other arm around your waist, trying to pull you closer. A hand cups your face, his thumb running over your cheekbone. He feels so warm against you, you almost wonder if he’s feverish. “Why are you being so shy, baby?”

“You’re just really pretty,” you murmur. You feel him tense beside you, but he says nothing. It takes a moment, but you finally let your hands fall away from your face.

Namjoon’s ears are the slightest pink. He’s chewing on the inside of his cheek as his eyes roam your face. Before you know it, he’s leaning forward, tilting your chin up to his face to kiss you. Better to hide his shyness, you suppose, than talk about it any longer.

The temperature in the room is beginning to rise, or maybe that’s just the feeling of him pressing his warm body into yours. His fingers trace along your jaw and down the column of your throat. You moan into his mouth as they skate over the tight fabric of your bra. Two layers of soft mesh make it easy to see exactly where he wants to tease. His tongue slips against yours as he finds a nipple and teases it with his fingernail.

“This have a clasp or is it like a sports bra?” he murmurs, full lips brushing against yours as he listens to your breathing falter.

“Pull off like a sports bra.”

He pulls away, taking your lower lip in his teeth to nip at you as he goes. His eyes close in pleasure at the sound of your whine. Your hands meet his as you cross them to pull your bra off just as he helps push it up. Immediately, your nipples tighten in the cool air, the flesh of your breasts relaxing only to pucker as they’re freed from the confines of the undergarment.

The garment is tossed away. Namjoon dips his head to suck at your breast, a hand finding its way to the other to roll the nipple between his fingers. Heat crawls along your nerves, the synapses singing with whatever it is that’s making you feel desired. Without thinking, you bring up a hand to play with the hair at the base of his skull. It’s soft, dense, and feels good against your palm. You can’t help but grasp at the longer strands and pull.

Namjoon groans into your breast, eyes flashing to yours as he suddenly nips you. You moan, back arching to press closer to him.

“Watch it, baby girl. Let daddy do what he wants.”

You thought wanting to melt down the stairs earlier was a big feeling, but this … this is fucking unreal. You’ve never wanted a man to destroy you before; you’re absolutely ready to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to you. The level of trust you have in him borders on obscene. You can’t even formulate words; instead of responding with a “yes, daddy,” you just whimper instead.

He switches nipples, moving to suck at the other, trailing his tongue over your skin as he goes. He settles between your legs again, and you feel him flinch as his hips meet the mattress. He must be incredibly hard; the very idea makes you feel delirious with need. You want him inside you, fucking you into oblivion.

“Please, I want you inside me,” you plead.

Namjoon hums, “Doesn’t sound like you want it that bad.” He glances at you as he nips again, enraptured by the way your whole body leans into the instant in which pain and pleasure mix. This is torturous, and he knows it, and you know he doesn’t care.

On impulse, you pull at his hair again, a little harder this time. The guttural moan he lets out goes straight to your core. You watch with bated breath as he props himself up and glares down at you.

“Please, daddy, I want you,” you breathe.

He says nothing as he pushes off the mattress and stands. You sit up on your elbows, watching to see where he goes, but he doesn’t move away. All you can focus on is the bulge at the front of his pants. Suddenly, he’s kneeling at the edge, and reaching forward for your hips. The squeak you let out as he pulls you to the edge of the bed is undignified, yes, but it makes him smile.

“Doing alright? What’s your color?” he asks, now on his knees, his hands pausing at the waistband of your sweatpants.

“Yeah. All good. Green. Really, really green,” you say, watching the way his upper arm muscles bulge and flex as he pulls the sweats and your underwear off your legs. He tosses them somewhere like he’s done with the rest of your clothes; finding it all later will be more than worth the small hassle.

“Still up to date on your screenings?”

“Yes. You’re the last person I was with. Still have an IUD and everything.”

“Great, same—uh, not the IUD though, can’t really get my hand pregnant, you know?”

The laughter bubbles up in your throat and then dies as you feel Namjoon’s tongue slip into your folds. “F-fuck.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he murmurs between licks. He’s managed to settle right back into his dominant persona. “Need to work on your behavior at some point.”

Whereas last time he’d gone all in right from the start, this time he’s more of a tease, more infuriatingly gentle. He’s stoking a fire, rather than starting it. His tongue is gentle against your soft heat, his lips only just brushing against the most sensitive parts of you. Instead of flat, rough licks against your clit, it’s as if he’s just barely stroking it with the tip of his tongue.

“P-please …” you whine, trying to rut onto his face. You’re desperate. You need more.

He ignores you, but his grip tightens on your thighs. Is he into begging? The thought of begging him to fuck you makes your head swim as your cunt clenches around nothing. What’s a bit of begging when you want it so badly?

“Daddy, please, I need more.” You just want him inside you. You want that big cock inside your cunt, making you scream. You want it so much that it’s become a need so base you’d do almost anything.

He abruptly sucks on your clit and pulls off with a pop, the sudden burst of sensation making you twitch and cry out. You shudder as he runs a finger through your warmth and hums.

“Seems like you’re wet enough, sweetheart, want to try this without a condom?”

“Please, please, I need you.” You sound almost pitiful. Fuck it, you are pitiful. You should be ashamed but no, you’re just filled with even more want, more desire for him. May as well lay it on thick to drive the point home, you’re a fucking mess at this point either way. “Want your cock, daddy.”

You hear Namjoon’s breath catch before he stands and reaches for a pillow. He has you move back a bit from the edge and lift your hips so he can place it beneath them. You watch as he starts to slowly unbutton his trousers, the muscles of his abdomen tight as his hands brush over his bulge with the lowering of the zipper.

“Touch yourself, baby. I want to see how you like it.”

You trail your hand down your body, over the swell of your stomach to put your fingertips to your clit, tracing the bud just like you like it. Your breath catches in your throat as Namjoon’s eyes move up and down your figure, taking in every stretch mark, every bead of sweat, every sweet undulation of your flesh. There it is again; that look of unbridled hunger appears once more as he finally pushes down his pants and boxer-briefs.

He really is just big all over, isn’t he?

He reaches for your legs, looking intently at how you’re moving your fingers before pressing his own to you. He mimics the movement with one hand while his other finds his cock, and pumps it a few times. He closes his eyes and sighs sinfully, just enjoying the feeling of skin on skin; the very sight of him stroking his own length makes you tighten around nothing.

“You ready to take daddy’s cock, gonna be a good girl for me?”

Your reply is scarcely more than a whined “yes,” but he nods and starts to line himself up, spreading his legs a little to get the elevation right. He lifts one of your legs and extends it, laying it across his torso, but without bending it back into you. The position helps you open up, even just the little, and you relish the way his fingers sink into your flesh

He’d only been inside of you for a second last time. You haven’t even come yet, so you’re not even at your tightest, but he still feels so big that it’s almost too much. Your entire body tenses as he presses carefully into you using those same small thrusts as he had before, but it’s made even more intense by his fingers still rubbing at your clit.

“Relax, breathe,” he groans, voice low and broken as he tries to stay calm. It sounds like he’s coaching himself, as well as you. “Color?”

“Green,” you respond, breathless. Your hands are tangled in the bed spread at either side of you, desperate for any sensation that might keep you grounded. He’s fitted so tightly within you, the stretch overwhelming your senses. “S-so big, but green.”

“I know. Fit me like a glove, baby girl.” His teeth are gritted, sweat starting to bead at his chest and neck.

Once he’s fully sheathed, he starts carefully flexing his hips to thrust. Every bump and ridge on his cock rubs against your heat, sending you higher and higher. Your moans become airy and desperate. All the while, his fingers are pressing into your clit, using the same patterns he’d watched you use. The mixture of sensations is heady. You can hear the sound of your cunt getting wetter as he works his length within you, and he groans in response to every keen and whimper you make. He’s more vocal than anyone else you’ve been with, more talkative too. You fucking love it.

“Making me feel so good, getting tighter like that,” he moans, his hips stuttering as it gets harder to move inside you. You’re right at the edge, you just need a little push. He cries out as you tighten further still, even as you stretch for him. “Feel so good around daddy’s cock.”

“I’m—fuck—so close it’s right there it’s right there it’s right—" you falter, holding your breath as you look for the weak spot, the brick to pull from that fucking wall that always stands between you and ecstasy.

Namjoon’s movements don’t change at all; his fingers keep working in tandem with his hips. It’s his voice is what finally brings it all crashing down for you. “Being such a good girl, such a good slut for this cock.”

You can feel yourself squeezing around him suddenly, the air whooshing out from your lungs as the orgasm pulls a cry from your throat. Namjoon stops thrusting, reveling in the feel of your cunt tightening around him, but his fingers don’t stop until you push them away. Your body shakes and shivers as he carefully pulls out and lowers your leg.

“Did so well for me,” he purrs, leaning down to kiss you, even as your body quakes beneath him. “Still okay with more?”

You shakily nod and reach for him with trembling hands. “Want your cum. Want you finish inside me, daddy.”

Namjoon nods darkly while he removes the pillow from beneath your hips. He has you move further up onto the bed, before having you flip to your stomach and lift your hips yet again. He places the pillow again, and hums when he’s satisfied.

“Breathe again for me, baby, we’re so close now.”

You spread your legs a little more and re-angle your hips as you feel the mattress dip with his weight. The fit of his cock in your cunt is even tighter now that you’ve orgasmed, but the stretch happens a little quicker, a little more easily. He sets a punishing pace, and it’s all you can do to keep from screaming. Your whines punctuate each of his thrusts and grunts. You might actually cry with his cock inside you like this and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

As his chest fits to your back, Namjoon’s weight falls to his elbows on either side of your shoulders. One arm drapes along your own, his hand grasping your own, supporting him as he drags his cock inside you. He trails his other hand along the skin of your collarbone before he brings it to your face.

“Open.”

You do as he asks, letting your lips part. He presses fingers into your mouth, and you start sucking on them without even needing to be told. His skin is salty, rough against your tongue as you give him a taste of what next time could be like. The feeling of having him within you twice over is overwhelming.

“So good for me baby girl, such a good cocksleeve just for me. Daddy’s gonna fill you up so good.”

You might come again, just from this.

His pace quickens, the bed beginning to creak in time with the slap of his flesh on yours. The deep grunts and groans are getting a little higher as he hurtles closer to his end, your own sounds mixing in with the din. His voice is sinful in your ears. He’s telling you how good you’re making you feel and it has you tensing up to the point of snapping.

The second wave of pleasure is much smaller than the first. Instead of a great cresting movement, it trickles gently down the nerves in your legs, warming you through. Your cunt twitches around his cock, and finally, it seems it’s too much for him as well.

“F-fuck—"

Namjoon shudders and suddenly, with one last moan, his body stills as he empties himself inside you. His breath is ragged, his chest hard and tense at your back as it heaves with hormones and exhaustion.

Without the creaking of the bed, the slap of skin on skin, or the amorous moans, the bedroom seems strangely silent. All that can heard is the heavy pants of you and Namjoon as you both recover. It could be minutes, it could be seconds or hours; you’re not sure, but the heavy weight of him at your back keeps you grounded.

Namjoon rolls off of you. He’s already begun to soften some; when he pulls out, so too comes the gush. You shiver and whine at his abrupt absence, trying to block the spill with your hand, but some of it still slips past and onto the pillow. You hear him scrambling, and suddenly he’s back at your side with a towel.

“Sorry, didn’t plan that too well. I keep a clean towel in my bedside drawer for … well—"

You flinch as he presses the towel to you, body still spent and heated. You tuck your hand beneath his, and finally, you feel secure enough to turn to your side without feeling like you’ll spill everywhere. He helps you roll off the pillow and sets it aside, then lays on his back beside you with a sigh.

“Glad to hear you take jack-off cleanliness seriously,” you say quietly.

He pouts a little at your small jab, and your heart floods with feeling. It’s unexpected; you’re shocked at just how sensitive you feel both physically and emotionally. The pout was supposed to be cute but instead you’re just feeling so much and it’s beginning to spill out. Why is that? And what’s he going to think when he sees?

“I spill shit too sometimes, you never know when—" He stops. His eyes flicker as they register the sudden change on your face. “What’s wrong, baby?” His voice is softer now, and suddenly, he’s pulling you into his chest.

“Just feeling a lot I guess. Good things, some weird things too. A lot. It’s just a lot,” you sniff, letting yourself bury your face between his pecs so he can’t see you cry. They’re there, you reason, might as well enjoy them like he enjoyed yours.

“Yeah, it’s a lot. I should have come back and gone straight to cuddling. Aftercare is important after intense encounters.”

“Yeah. I just got the fuck of a lifetime. Need cuddles.” Your voice is steady, in spite of the tears falling across your face.

“Great. I love cuddling,” he murmurs, sincerely. His hands are moving in soothing lines up and down your skin. “Fuck of a lifetime, huh?”

“Yeah. Don’t let it go to your head. Or do! Just make sure you can keep up with any claims you make, if that’s the case.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.” You smile into his warm flesh, the pet name making you feel shy now that you’re no longer inhabiting that role.

For a moment, silence falls. And then Namjoon quietly picks the conversation up again:

“No one’s ever called me pretty before.”

“Really? Did you like it?” Your unoccupied hand is tracing mindless shapes into his skin with a fingernail.

“Maybe. Just not used to it, I guess.”

“Well, I meant it. You’re really attractive to me. When you took your shirt off, I got really intimidated, if I’m being honest. Lots of skin and muscles and then you’ve got those dimples even when you’re being shy.”

You’re not looking him in the face right now but you suspect he’s got that look of embarrassment again, judging by how quiet he’s gotten.

“I’m just … not really used to being seen as attractive,” he says quietly.

“Me neither. It’s okay.” The words seem hurtful, but you say them with a smile. You’re not interested in impressing anyone. You’ve now found a person you like who reciprocates your attraction to them, so you can say the words without feeling like the truth is a curse.

“You’re cute as hell, I don’t want to hear it. The way your boobs feel in my hands makes my brain melt.”

“That’s … an interesting way to put it.”

“Well you know, don’t really know what else to say about the sex because my brain melted early on, so …”

It’s lame really, but you can’t help but laugh, and laugh with him. This moment could go on forever.

“That said, before we talk more, you should get up and pee. Big dick means big chance of a UTI.”

“Mmmm,” you nestle further into his chest. “Don’t wanna.”

“And I don’t want to have to get up to take you to an Urgent Care tomorrow because it hurts when you pee.”

“Aw, you’d take me to Urgent Care?”

“Of course, but I’d also get to say that I told you so. Do you really want that?”

“Fair point. I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook’s glad he volunteered to stay sober the night before. He feels crystal clear, which, for a Saturday morning, is unusual but not unwelcome. He even got to drive Yoongi home after everyone else had had a few beers. They stopped for late night fast food and even made out in the parking lot between bites of nuggies. And then he got to stay the night at his place and spoon him!! Not even sex! Just some PG-13 making out and falling asleep together! Pretty fucking sick night, if he says so himself.

Nothing can get him down, not when he’s hydrated and moisturized and in ~like~ with someone. It’s nice to be able to breathe in the vile scent of romantic sex in his apartment and not have is stomach churn with either alcohol or jealousy. Not that he or Namjoon get laid especially often, but still. He’s walking into the unit on this glorious Saturday morning, and not feeling like he’s got to expel the contents of his stomach. That’s cause enough to celebrate.

It seems oddly quiet to Jungkook. It’s already 9 AM; normally Namjoon’s up by now, shuffling around and watering his plants while the coffee maker brews. Instead, he’s nowhere to be seen. Jungkook glances around. No discarded clothing, no new pots in the sink, no lingering coffee smell beneath the tang of fornication. Maybe you’ve gone out to brunch? That would make sense, he thinks. Joon can’t cook for shit.

It’s either that or you woke up with a UTI from his monster dick. Wouldn’t be the first time it's happened, and unfortunately for you, probably not the last either.

Ah, Jungkook’s so glad you two never came back. The smell in the apartment confirms his and Taehyung’s suspicions. If they’d stuck around for long after you’d left, they might’ve even caught the salacious sounds, but thank god they’d left to go meet Yoongi and Jimin for a few drinks.

He kicks off his shoes, noting that your own are still there, and pads through the apartment. No sounds are coming from the other side of Namjoon’s door, but he carefully tests the knob just in case.

Of course. Idiot didn’t lock it. He never does, and somehow still hasn’t learned.

Jungkook’s too nosy for his own good, and allows himself a little peak into his roommate’s bedroom. His heart warms instantly; Namjoon’s bare back is facing him, his arm thrown over you, holding you close. He’s snoozing lightly, and you’re still out as well, it seems.

Ah. Young love. You two seem to have sorted it out. Jungkook retreats and closes the door silently, before pulling his phone from his pocket.

jkay:: dude looks like they finally fucked

tae:: thank fucking god. wanna go grab bagels?

jkay:: ya. let me change my clothes and see if i can get orders out of the love birds

tae:: great, see you soon.

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posted: 6.9.2022

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sevdrag · 11 months

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here I am, once again, 2:30 the fuck AM, having laid my ass in bed for 3 hours without a goddamn wink of sleep

here I am sneaking down to my parents’ kitchen like a fucking night troll hoping I don’t wake anybody up. I’m getting water. I’m getting the little piece of leftover hamburger, I’m getting pickles, I get a cookie. I’m hoping I can somehow trick my blood chemistry into food coma-ing without having to eat that much cause I’m not actually hungry I’m just.

I’m fucking tired and I can’t fucking sleep.

It’s too warm. I dip the burger patty in ketchup and put back the cookies when I realize I don’t actually like them. I take a piece of Hot Dog. I finish the pickles. I have a little chocolate. I wonder whether champing through an entire Hot Dog would help or hurt. I wonder why my mobile is so determined to capitalize Hot Dog.

last night I did not sleep at all. Tossed and turned until I gave up and got up at 6am. Went back to bed at 9:30 and got an hour-ish by the grace of god. And yet here I am at 2:30 the NEXT night with no end in sight and what’s probably another 6am sulk one the horizon.

I contemplate eating the Hot Dog anyway, out of spite.

It has been like this for WEEKS.

The only nights I can fall asleep at a decent time are nights where I have a drink, and I really don’t like how Hank Anderson that makes me feel, although maybe a single drink ain’t bad if it avoids 5am. I don’t know anymore. I have a sleeping med but it’s like the entire bottle just decided to backflip out into space while flipping two middle fingies or some shit cause it has literally just stopped working.

Yes, I’m under a lot of stress right now. You could easily say my entire life is a goddamn shitshow with shit icing and shit candles spelling out happy shitty birthday. but it’s even worse whEN I CANT FUCKING SLEEP

If any of y’all have tips on how to fall asleep, please share them w a desperate soul.

I’m going back to bed. Pray for my pickle and Hot Dog magic spell to work.

#sleep #insomnia #fibromyalgia #the actual worst #still thinking about the Hot Dog

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dusty-innit · 6 months

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a lee’s perspective

meanie @jogabsha (@jogabsha2) wanted me to post this so here i guess:

okay look, when someone finds this out- you can wave your normal life goodbye. You might as well die right then and there… literally.

let me explain: you, a normal, functioning human-being decides that it would be a good idea to share your secret with a good friend. So, with what very little confidence you have.. you tell them. That said good friend then proceeds to just listen and nod with that stupid grin on their face. The day continues.. everything is fine and good and then.. it isn’t.

Your secret is out, they know. You know that they know, and they plan to make sure that you never forget it. They make it a daily thing to poke you, just a small one. A simple form of touch that feels like a shockwave to your body, you slap their hand away. They do it again, you slap it again. They start teasing you about it, moving their finger to a different spot. Yeah, you’re gonna have to get used to that word too. You feel yourself flinch and tense up suddenly, an unwanted smile breaking through across your face. To make matters worse, your good friend seems to be in a ler mood today. Which means, they need a lee.

Okay okay, you might be confused now. Like, what’s a lee? What’s a ler? I’ll explain:

A ler is basically someone who enjoys tickling somebody else, this is a form of affection that creates a sense of closeness and trust between two people. It is non-sexual and simply allows the two to be childish and share smiles and laughter, together. (My definition)

..now, a lee. they are someone who frickin enjoys being tickled. How embarrassing is that. Now, be prepared. Lees deny everything that has to do with tickling, so much so that they might not even be able to speak the word. Regardless, what they say and mean are two different things, and they love it. Secretly, they love it. And they’ll forever deny it. Well, lers don’t let that slide.

Days turn into weeks, small pokes turn into squeezes, which turn into tazes, which turn into scribbles, which turn into claws, you get the gist. From that moment on, it’s all you think about. It’s all your good friend will let you think about.

Everything becomes tickles. You can’t escape it, it follows you everywhere. That knowledge, the regret, you trusted them! You can’t even be sad for a day cause in a split second they just start attacking you!!!

Remember when you were littler and you collected colorful feathers from the ground because you thought they looked pretty and felt nice running through your fingies? Yeah, that’s the ler’s thing now. Better keep them hidden.

Every. Single. Object that a ler can find, they will use against you.

This whole activity in general becomes a game to them. They are fully aware and entertained in making you break, crumble, collapse on the floor in a puddle of helpless giggles. They’ll analyze your every move, reaction, the way your face is flushed and your nose twitches at the mere mention of the word “tickle.” The way your tone gets softer, your voice squeaking as you stutter; ultimately unable to form coherent sentences or words. Then they change their voice too. Something to match a sweeter, higher-pitched one, as if talking to a baby or puppy… you’ll have to get used to that too.

And oh gosh, the teasing. The way you can’t even look at them in the eyes, they can say/do anything that doesn’t even HAVE TO DO with tickling and you’ll be undone because it’s the only thing that’s consistent on your mind. Stupid lers, blame them. They’re evil. Regardless, you’re in their control, the way you act and treat your ler determines your fate… so be good.

I am getting too flustered now typing the t-word over an over again. goodbye

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greentrickster · 1 year

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Gods, I cannot be trusted to make more than the most basic of patterns on my own, but I’m at the point in my sewing career where if you hand me several pre-made patterns that each have a piece of what I need, I can bodge them together pretty easily. And that feels good. I’ve figured out which pieces of each pattern I bought I’ll need for Nugget, and which parts I’ll need to alter, and it only took maybe twenty minutes of examination and consideration, half an hour at the most. This big, hulking mess of a monster, a frigging Gaping Dragon, and in twenty minutes or so I’ve turned it into a project that actually seems like it’s going to be pretty simple, just a bit fiddly because of having to turn out all the teeth and the toesies and fingies. And that feels good.

Starting 2023 by taking what seems like it’s going to be an insane project and turning it into something that feels like it’s going to be fun and pretty easy feels good. And maybe I can’t do it entirely on my own, but if someone gives me a little structure, to start with, I can still do most of it. And that feels pretty good too. :)

#my life #Nugget the Nomnovore #gaping dragon #New Year's

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sfb123 · 2 years

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Do you guys remember before I wrote fics, when I used to write food reviews for TRR? Well I did, and I do still plan to get back to that someday.

Today, I am going to return to my roots… kind of. There was just so much terrible food, and food related activity that I felt like it was my duty, as a fictional food reviewer, to comment on it. So may I present…

First of all, Chef Martin looks like an asshole. Probably the most punchable face in Choices history. And his menu options only made me want to punch him more. Fuck this guy.

If you know me, or have followed A Taste of Cordonia, you know I’m a girl that loves a good glass of champagne. Is it mostly for the aesthetic of looking fancier than I actually am? Yes, 100%.

*Side note, since our last culinary journey, I have made a discovery. Edible glitter. Throw a spoonful of that in your champagne and it’s extra fancy as fuck. That was my New Year’s Eve.*

This concoction however, I am torn about. Berries, great. Love a good berry. Except raspberry, not really my scene. I can get past it in a drink if I have to, could we throw some Midori in there instead? No, wait, never mind, that might be gross.

Wait...

Would it be? Should I try it? I think I might try it...

... with GLITTER! ✨

As for the bourbon situation, that seems like a drink for the old timey business man types that will inevitably be invited to the wedding. They’ll sneak away with their gross old man drinks and some cigars on the veranda while making off color jokes about “the good old days.”

I chose the champagne cocktail.

What the actual fuck. They know there are going to be seven year old boys at this wedding, right? Is there going to be a kids option of like chicken fingers or something? If so, can I opt for that?

OCTOPUS?! Gross dude. First of all, I’m pretty sure it’s well known at this point that I do not do seafood, of any kind. Not even the normal stuff. If you’re going to braise something, shoot ya girl a short rib.

How do you even eat that thing? Are you supposed to eat the suction cups? Or do you just suck the meat out of it like with lobster?

Second of all, I know they’re different, but I am an adopted member of House Beaumont, in squidly solidarity, I am utterly appalled that they would harm such a majestic creature. Yes, I know, wrong book. So sue me, my heart will always be in Cordonia.

Bean salad just sounds gross. Could it be because I don’t like beans of any kind? Yeah, probably. And if you zoom in on that picture, it definitely looks more like a soup than a salad. I also don’t do soups, so strike two.

There is honestly no winning here, they both sound gross, they both look disgusting, and I bet they both smell bad too.

I chose the bean salad. At least there won’t be a bunch of octopus that have died in vein when nobody touches their abomination of a “dish”.

Whatever happened to chicken or beef at a wedding? Yes, fish is also a suitable option. And I guess duck is kind of a version of chicken? But I feel like a swanky wedding like this would have some kind of fancy steak option.

... that I would get without question, because if you eat red meat and don’t choose it when you’re invited to a wedding, you’re doing it wrong.

I’m about to say something incredibly hypocritical, I will be the first one to admit it, so I don’t need you guys pointing it out to me. Okay, here we go...

I love ducks, I can’t imagine ever eating one.

Yes, I love pigs, and I still eat the fuck out of bacon and other pork products. Yes, I love cows, and y’all just heard my rant about fancy steaks at weddings. Chickens are cool, but I’ll fuck up a good chicken parm, and don’t even get me started on chickey fingies (that’s what I call chicken fingers, because I am emotionally 5 years old most of the time).

My dream in life is to have a pet duck and name it Duckster. I don’t dream about getting pet pigs, or cows, or chickens, so that’s the difference in my head. It’s stupid, and irrational, but have you heard some of my reasons for not eating things? Then I’m sure you’ve come to expect it from me.

Now that we’ve ruled out the main feature of the dish, let me tear apart the rest of it. I don’t like red wine, so I can’t imagine I would enjoy that sauce. Polenta? I literally had to google it because I thought that was a kind of cheese (I got polenta and pimento mixed up). Google defined it as “cornmeal mush”. I truly do not think they could have made it sound any less appealing. It sounds like baby food or something, not at all like something I would ever want to put in my mouth. And definitely not something that should be served at a fancy rich person wedding.

The other option, is more seafood. FML. Let me say it one more time for the people in the back, I. Hate. Seafood. It’s gross, it makes me gag to even just smell it, let alone have it anywhere near my taste buds. What this option did have going for it, was the pesto. If you ask me, pesto is the best-o (that’s just a fun little joke I like to throw around from time to time 😉). But here’s the thing, shouldn't the pesto be over the salmon, not under it? That is how sauce works, right? It’s basically asparagus pesto with a hunk of fish dropped on top of it.

I chose the salmon. One, because I couldn’t do that to my dearest Duckster, and two, because at least it had pesto. I’ll just save my roll from the bread basket (unless it’s not normal bread and they do some weird thing with it, which they probably will), and dip it in the pesto. That should hold me until I hit the drive thru on the way home.

That being said, do you think Door Dash will deliver to a wedding venue in Mexico?

Alright, now we’re talking. Let me at that cake! Yummy in my tummy!

Pretty standard offerings, which is appreciated after the parade of yuck that we’ve been dealing with. Chocolate and vanilla are my jam. Dream option, mix the two and have a marble wedding cake. Strawberry is fine, but it will never be my first choice for a dessert (unless they are actual strawberries, dipped in chocolate).

In the real world, when you have a multi-tier cake, you could usually pick multiple flavors (fun fact, my wedding cake was 3 tiered and our flavors were red velvet, vanilla with some kind of fruit or berry thing between layers, and funfetti). But Chef Asshole only lets you pick one. Apparently his pastry chef can’t handle multitasking.

I went for the vanilla, I felt like it was a lighter, simpler, choice for a wedding.

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Then things get kind of weird...

Diamond scene in the restaurant kitchen, violated probably like a million health codes. And 100% there was probably a sous-chef, or that damn pastry chef in the pantry or something trying to get ready for the dinner rush when these two horn dogs come barreling in and making a mess of everything.

I like strawberries. Preferably dipped in chocolate or whipped cream (which also makes them sexier, BTW), but I do go back to basics and eat them plain as well. I actually had some earlier today as a matter of fact.

I like strawberries, but I don’t really like strawberry flavored things (ice cream, cookies, cake, etc).

That’s all I’ve got on strawberries. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Seriously? He decided to use red hot chili peppers? Sam Dalton, suck my kiss (IYKYK. Also, sorry not sorry).

But for real, what a horribly unsexy idea. Here was his reasoning behind it:

“Chili peppers get your heart racing and your adrenaline going... stimulating the body.”

You know what else they do, Sam? Give you bad breath and the runs. What the fuck is sexy about that?

Also, where do you think you’re putting your fingers after you touch those things? Because ouch.

I don’t like any heat in my food, so this is an immediate no for me.

This is clearly some kind of a soufflé or lava cake, not chocolate sauce. But it’s chocolate, so let’s go. Can someone grab me the rest of those strawberries from before?

No? The strawberries are gone? Okay, I’ll need to put the chocolate on something else then...

Perfect! 10/10 for presentation (for either option, honestly).

I mean, what can I say about chocolate? I love it, it’s delicious. I think it’s quite obvious that I’m a fan. Let’s just have a Willy Wonka themed wedding and make the whole menu chocolate. The invitations cold be golden tickets, it would actually be super cute.

That’s me, I’m Augustus Gloop.

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