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wonbinistic · 2 years

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Can't Keep My Hands To Myself (jjk)

Summary: A series of fucking / you and Jungkook can't keep your hands off each other so a bet is it

author's note; Sooo...I found something after crying over the ffs I deleted after a mental breakdown a while ago.

Warnings: smut, just pure filth…

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It was a nice evening at Jungkook 's house.

A few friends were invited including you,his girlfriend.

You were currently watching a movie when Jungkook 's lips found your neck, nibbling & sucking on the skin.

You were sitting between him and Yoongi whose girlfriend sat next to him at the end of the couch.

You nudged Jungkook and whispered him to behave but he only gave you a stupid smirk and continued his assault on your neck.

Since it was dark in the room it wasn't really seen what was going on but you were squished between him and his friend and of course he was going to see even when Jungkook tried to be discreet about it.

"You know, you two can't keep your hands off each other." Yoongi Said into the room, awakening everybody's attention.

You slowly turned your head to Jungkook ,who quickly left your neck and glared at him then turned to Yoongi.

"That's not true-"

"He's right,never" Nayeon interrupted, everybody else silently agreeing.

A quick discussion about you and Jungkook 's sex-life followed. You tried to defend yourselves but really couldn't since it was kinda true specially when they all started counting the times you both sneaked out to have a lil quickie.

"Remember at the beach?"

"In the parking lot?"

"The elevator?"

"Taehyung's celebration after he got the role"

"Or about the time you both went to the restroom at the cinema and came out 30 minutes later"

"To be honest that was our best record" Jungkook shrugged before you glared at him, making him lift his hands in defense.

One month ago: at the beach

#should I complete this?#originally was a daniel seavey oc #i just replaced the names #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook jeon #smut #bts smut #jungkook x reader #sneak peek

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lesbianshadowheart · 3 months

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dont get me wrong cuz I DO appreciate Larian continuing to work on the game and trying to fix issues etc but like. mr Larian PLEASE stop responding to fan feedback. Theres like 2 million people playing this game ofc some of them will say character x should be nicer or cuter or do a little dance but that doesnt mean u gotta do it. you dont gotta call neil newbon or whoever up like come to the studio we need to rerecord everything bc a person on reddit said theyd like it better. You’ve worked on these characters for over 4 years and you are allowed to stand by your creation. None of what I said applies to Wyll’s underdevelopment btw but you all know that

#that post abt halsins #traumatic experience really portrayed this well for me #i wanted to say its fine to add things just dont replace them but #if im being honest even the epilogue felt too fanservicey for me #oh they all had a good ending and lived happily ever after #and had babies w each other and named them gortash cazador potter or whatever #like leave ittt just leaveee ittttt #bg3

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foldingfittedsheets · 9 days

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Yo!!! My wife wants to get that shrug text emoji as a tattoo!!! Delightful to find another enjoyer of it.

I love it so much but I’m not fancy enough to try to type it so it’s a keyboard replace of the word “shrug” and I’ve been questioned several times how quickly I respond with it and I feel like a powerful wizard for having a keyboard command to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#ask ffs #funny #my roommates and I when I worked at the sex shop never locked our phones so we’d go in and add keyboard shortcuts as a prank if someone #left their phone laying around #the rule was basically you could only delete them when you found it but it was cheating to go clear out all the keyboard replaces if you #didn’t find them organically #so for like three years my beloved had a keyboard shortcut I added that turned my name into ‘my fucking awesome girlfriend’#and it was so funny because they just acclimated to canceling the shortcut as they typed instead of deleting it

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invye · 5 months

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Omg I just realised--

1) Kim has a French accent, but as he's said, he doesn't speak even a lick of the Seolite language. He's just your average Revachol guy.

2) Multiple of Harry's colleagues at 41 also have a French accent. We can safely assume they're also from Revachol or surrounding areas, else they would probably work in other places.

-> this suggests the French accent is a common thing in the Revachol area and might even simply be the main local accent.

3) Harry intrinsically knows quite a bit of French.

4) Even with his scattered memory he claims he's probably not living far away.

5) We never hear Harry talk.

Result: what if Harry ALSO has a French accent???

#disco elysium #harry dubois #kim kitsuragi #i don't know if this has any real baseline but this thought just came to me and is consuming me #we're still in day 1 i'm working with scraps here #but omg #just imagine #harry having a french accent too and kim being vaguely confused that harry doesn't seem to realise it #replace the 'french' with whatever region name actually applies in universe of course #which may be Revachol or maybe not but i'm rolling with this for the moment--

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kottkrig · 2 months

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It's much more motivating to play an MMO character if you've gotten a cool name for them, I can't do random accents so I'll look until I find something that works even if it's a ridiculously niche word/name

Combined with a good look for them and all that

#altho I use a couple addons that more or less replace every instance of their name/class/race with whatever I want #(it's just trp3 and a mod for it)#but it's just on my own screen #i'm pretty damn chuffed with 'Cybergoth' ngl and a couple others on my main server #kott talks

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juminies · 5 months

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in order to get to the heart

marriage of convenience, on occasion, is not so convenient.

♡ — jumin x original female character. small amounts of canon compliant jumin x reader, but mostly canon divergent (jumin is unhappily married prior to the start of the game). 1600 words. title from heartlines by florence + the machine.

They just say anything to each other these days.

“This façade drains me beyond comprehension,” Jumin confesses the minute he walks through the door. His fingers loop into the knot of his tie and pull it looser around his neck.

“So you say,” murmured half into a cushion tucked up to a woman’s chest as she types on her phone. “It’s not for our benefit though, is it?”

On some level, this is always how it was going to be for Jumin, he thinks. In a marriage stripped to its fragile bones. A sacrificial lamb for the sake of the corporation, for mutual social and financial gain.

He leans down to untie his shoes.

It would be untrue to say there weren’t veiled attempts, in the beginning, to love. When that didn’t work there were attempts to like. None successful, of course. Lately it’s becoming more difficult to believe this arrangement is better than any alternative. Between the two of them there is a lot of nothing.

The woman remains quiet—focused—but nods easily against the woven fabric she’s leaning into when Jumin asks, “Do you not get tired of coming home from work to find me occupying your space?”

He knows that in public they look good together. He knows that their careers slot together effortlessly. Despite what the media may suggest, however, they are human. Jumin included. The way he feels nothing for her does not match the way she feels nothing for him. The way she yells that he is robotic does not match the way he stoically calls her irresponsible.

They do not sleep together, or eat together, or do any of the romantic things Jumin wishes he hadn’t let himself privately indulge in the idea of. And it’s not that she’s not nice—she’s intelligent and beautiful and kind, when it suits her. Perfect on paper until she wasn’t. When she laughs with her chest Jumin can almost imagine a world where she smiles at him like she does others and it makes his heart weak. Part of him wishes, truly, that that was the case. In reality it feels like nothing.

It could be worse, he tells himself—repeats it like a mantra.

Concealed beneath it is fear. You could be like him. You could repeat his mistakes.

She throws her phone haphazardly onto the sofa beside her and looks up to where Jumin is standing in the doorway. He’s mostly backlit from the light in the hall, the lamp beside his wife barely grazing his features but lighting up hers in all the wrong ways. The orange glow casts unpleasant shadows over places she’s usually pretty. He should have the bulb changed to something less harsh.

“Not much we can do if you don’t want the press to kick up a huge fuss, sweetie,” she says.

The pet names are a jest he has learned to tune out.

“Will they not make a fuss over our divorce in three years’ time nonetheless?” Jumin asks. It’s hypothetical, of course. They will.

“Maybe we’ll have grown on each other by then.” Her tone is disinterested; feels almost mocking. Her phone chimes to let her know her driver is outside. “I’m going out. Shall I take my card or yours?”

“It makes little difference to me.” Jumin looks at his watch. It’s almost 10pm but he doesn’t ask where she’s going. A bar, perhaps.

“Could you adjust my necklace?”

She holds her hair up messily, and he does.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he tells her, then briefly wonders if she’ll meet someone tonight and sleep with them. He pictures her naked beneath a stranger. It feels like nothing.

She takes her own card and squeezes his bicep softly as she walks by him on the way out. She shuts the door more forcefully than is ever really necessary.

At some point Jumin suggests she move out of their—his—apartment and into the one directly below; just recently made vacant. He probably would have suggested it earlier had the apartment been available earlier, but their district of Seoul tends to be under high demand.

“I thought we agreed it was a bad idea to live separately,” she says. It’s a statement, not a question. They had done exactly that.

Jumin hums, tired. Tired from his trip and tired from trying and at some point, it seems, he has lost an indistinguishable part of himself to her for good.

“We did. Although I would say that that was long enough ago now for us both to have become quite aware that we do not do particularly well sharing the same space for considerable periods of time.”

“You’re gone a lot anyway. The place is big enough for us to avoid each other if needed, and I like it here.”

She exhales sharply; amused.

Jumin has no idea why until she adds, “More so when you’re not around, to be fair.” And that explains it, just about.

“Stay here when I am travelling if you must,” he tells her. Somewhere along the way his suggestion has morphed into more of an instruction.

“Fine. Don’t tell your father, though. Or mine.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

They buy it outright in her name, the cost split fifty-fifty. Jumin tells her to keep it all when she sells it later. She tells him she won’t.

They argue tonight, as usual, about who will be chauffeuring them to a company gala. They had agreed that Jumin’s driver would take them only for her to assert for the hundredth time at the last minute that she doesn’t trust him, though she has not legitimately spoken to him more than once and he has been working for Jumin’s family longer than she has been alive.

It’ll cause a stir if the two of them show up separately so they end up in her car, as usual. Jumin apologises to Driver Kim via text for requesting him when he wasn’t needed on the way there, and they arrive late.

The venue reminds Jumin of the last RFA party. His wife had not attended despite her invitation, so it is not proper grounds for conversation. However, when they are out like this they are a happy couple like the legal drabble says, so he says it anyway—if just to appear interested in her.

“I’m sure this is nicer than your friends’ charity get togethers,” she replies lightheartedly, and they are called over by her father before Jumin can retaliate.

The façade stays firm for the remainder of the event. Jumin can easily distinguish her fake laugh from her real one, and he can tell when she forgets who he is for a moment and touches him a little more tenderly than either of them really mean.

They are silent on the drive home. They are silent in the elevator, until it stops one floor below Jumin’s penthouse. “Goodnight,” he says. “Sleep well.”

“You don’t have to say that, you know,” she counters, and smiles softly as the doors slide shut between them. “Not when it’s just me.”

Elizabeth the 3rd is snoring softly when he unlocks his door, and it is the only sound he can hear. He basks in the bliss of having nobody around when he is already so mentally exhausted, and takes out his phone to see it’s just after midnight and Yoosung has opened a chat room.

He enters it, multitasking as he changes his clothes and brushes his teeth. His cat patters into the room and jumps up beside him when he perches on the edge of his bed. She smells frustratingly like perfume and something oddly like guilt threatens Jumin with a dull blade.

Wait!! says Luciel. Think someone entered the chat room.

Jumin checks. There is a name on his screen he doesn’t recognise.

Odd.

Who are you? Identify yourself.

“Jumin. It’s me,” your voice is soft and bubbly; maybe a little nervous but still pleasant on his ears. An intriguing introduction. He almost finds himself chuckling.

Jumin moves the phone from his ear and glances down at your name again, just to be certain he’s not imagining things, then focuses in on the plainness of the wall in front of him.

“I hope you realise blurting out ‘It’s me’ is not a proper way to identify yourself to the person on the other end of the line.”

He had hesitated briefly before telling you he is married. Now he has known you for five days and whatever he’s feeling is somehow, ridiculously, already far greater than any emotion he has ever felt towards his wife.

He invites her out for dinner at their usual restaurant the following evening, and she tells him if he has something to discuss with her she would rather keep it simple. As an alternative he invites her to the penthouse and opens a bottle of wine he knows she likes. When she arrives her hair is tied up experimentally and she is wearing a new shade of lipstick. She surprises him when she actually accepts his offer to pour her a glass.

“I am going to talk with my father,” Jumin says, and she knows what he means. It’s only later that he will find out she had already brought it up with hers. “For what it’s worth, however, I apologise that it ended up like this.”

“Me too,” she agrees. Jumin notices the light catch a glassiness in her eyes as she continues, “If I could have loved you, I would have.”

She stays for a few hours and it is the most sincere time they have spent together in three years.

That night, Zen has a dream.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x reader #anyway. [replaces your sarah choi]#I just love putting him in situations 🩷#I gave the oc lore in my head even though I'll very likely never write about her again #her name is yeeun kwon and she's the daughter of a chaebol family that chairman han has close connections to :)#I didn't share anything about her in this on purpose though #something something narrative #annfic

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niaojirou · 11 days

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Sometimes I think that before getting married, Ed didn't really think of taking Roy's name as an issue- or that he doesn't really want to make a fuss of having 'Mustang' etched into his mailbox placate. (They are living together already so what's the issue?)

But then he wasn't really expecting anything either, when they were filling out their marriage paperwork and there it is, written Elric-Mustang instead of General's family name replacing it entirely.

"It's a gift from your late mother and I have no right nor the intention on taking it away." And Edward just cry

#royed #text #I know hoho and trisha did not legally marry but i like to amuse myself that Al would yell out EDWARD ELRIC HOHENHEIM if Ed fucks up lol #so that makes him Edward Elric-Mustang (Hohenheim) ?#makes more sense if Mustang just replaces the Hohenheim in Ed's name but not Elric #whatever i should've been working on my thesis anyway LMAO

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