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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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heartless (explicit)

genre: pwp, smut, exes hooking up - a part of the jeju shore collab !

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.

word count: 7.4k

other works in this collab: You DTF? by @haliiimede and Himbo Hours by @gimmethatagustd

contains: explicit sexual content!!! set in 2009, member POV, established relationship (exes), mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol and drug use, jk blows a stranger (definitely not anyone we know 👀) in a bar bathroom, some good ol' fashioned 2009 biphobia lmao, EXCESSIVE use of petnames (kookie and jagi) like it's really too much, cunnilingus, fingering, a lot of pussy appreciation bc of who i am as a person, they make a sex tape 🎥 (reader films jk going down on her), hot tub sex, jk makes reader come with a hot tub jet, unprotected sex (smh 😔), nothing in this fic is sexually healthy pls do not replicate, multiple orgasms/overstim, a lil bit of marking, jk is toxic and i kind of love him oops, don't fight me for the ending

A/N: it's here it's here it's here!!!!! happy jeju shore day 🥰 i'm so excited to share this one with y'all, it really was supposed to be a joke thing like ~sammi and ron vibes~ yknow and then idk.... this fic ran away with me,, like tell me why i ship kookie and jagi lowkey 🥺 over here like maybe one day they'll work it out 🥺 ANYWAY uhhh heed the warnings, this one's a doozy, have fun, stay hydrated 💦 and make sure you check out jai and hali's fics toooooo for your full ~weekend at the shore~ !!!! love you babes, thank you as always for reading 😘💜

read on AO3 !

“Shit, gonna come.”

Thank god, Jungkook thinks to himself. This guy has some impressive stamina, which he’d normally appreciate, but he’s in a bad mood tonight. Getting his throat fucked hasn’t helped like he thought it might.

Even though the guy is cute, with a big body and a sweet set of dimples, Jungkook is just going through the motions. He’s annoyed by the way the bathroom floor is digging into his knees, the way his jaw is starting to lock up with how long he’s been at this.

He shuts his eyes, remembers to breathe through his nose, and then a hand presses hard to the back of his head and his mouth starts to fill, bitter and heady. Careful not to spill a drop, Jungkook keeps his suction tight through the cock-twitches of this guy’s— he didn’t get his name, because he really doesn’t care to know it— orgasm, until he finally feels the fingers in his hair release.

Jungkook gets to his feet and stumbles to the sink, gripping the porcelain edge while he spits out the glossy strings of a stranger’s load. He’s not a swallower, because he’s not gay. He’s just good at sucking dick— and Jungkook likes doing things he’s good at.

“Appreciate it!” The stranger’s voice echoes over his shoulder, followed by the sound of the bathroom door swinging on its hinges and slamming shut, leaving him alone with a sink full of cum.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

Jungkook stares himself down in the mirror, runs a hand over his hair to make sure it didn’t get fucked up from that guy’s truly obscenely large hand. Thankfully his extra-hold gel seems to be doing its job.

At the realization that his teeth are grinding together, he presses a knuckle into the hinge of his jaw, trying to encourage it to relax. He’s been clenching all night, and he’s not sure if he should blame the six redbull vodkas he’s thrown back or the keybumps of something he did off the bar: it was either coke or molly.

Coke, he thinks. He’s on edge.

He can’t shake this feeling, like he’s a wild animal trapped in a cage, as he pushes the bathroom door open and presses his way back into the mass of bodies in the club. He’s gone out every night this week looking for something, but he can’t find it. It’s not at the bottom of a bottle or in white powder snorted through a rolled-up hundred. And it’s certainly not in any of the random strangers he’s taken in the bathroom or the back alley or on the hood of his car in the parking lot.

He misses you.

It’s been almost three weeks since you last came around, and even then, it was only to scream at him while you dug your clothes out of his dresser and threw your spare toothbrush in the trash can. All because someone left you that stupid fucking note detailing the night Jungkook went blackout, where the last thing he remembers is Jimin convincing him to switch to Malibu.

If what Jungkook’s been told is the truth, he apparently started a bar fight and had a foursome that night— just, unfortunately, with three people who weren’t you. He kind of wishes he could remember at least one of those.

Fuck this, he thinks to himself, surrounded by trashed club-goers on all sides, bodies slick with sweat and tanning oil, the floor sticky from spilled drinks and probably a few other things. Jungkook knows exactly where he wants to be, and it’s between your thighs, not at one of the seven shitty clubs he and his hyungs have been rotating through all summer.

Figuring Taehyung and Jimin are fine to handle their own shit, he shoves through the crowd a little more aggressively than he needs to, and definitely knocks one drunk girl flat on her ass without bothering to look back.

The slight chill in the air when he steps outside is a welcome relief from the stale heat of the club. It’s the last weekend before everyone packs up and heads for the mainland, which means he’s running out of chances to see you, to try and convince you to get the fuck over this latest bump in the road and take him back.

Jungkook knows he loves you, he’s sure of it. He wants to marry you someday, get a little house in the suburbs, pop out a few kids, all that shit. But right now he’s young, and he just wants to party and have fun. He doesn’t understand why you care so much.

Driving home with the windows down, going a cool 80 in a 40, he grips the wheel with one hand while the other digs his Razr phone out of the pocket of his ripped jeans. He hits the first speed dial where your number is saved and has to call three times before you finally answer. The fact that you picked up at all means he has a chance tonight.

“What, Kookie?!”

Probably the greeting he should’ve anticipated, but his stomach still flips at the nickname. You’re the only one allowed to use it: he’s strictly Jungkook to most, JK to his hyungs.

He fidgets absentmindedly with the car lights, the AC, the button for the windows. This is always the hard part, talking about feelings and shit. But it’s what you want, so he’ll do it for you.

“Wanna see you,” he murmurs into the phone, as if he needs to keep his voice down so he won’t get caught being soft.

“Fuck off,” you snap instantly, but you don’t hang up.

Jungkook’s played this game enough times to know what it means: he’s got a rapidly shrinking window of opportunity to say the right thing. He clicks his tongue against his teeth, trying to buy himself some time. “Come on, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” You huff.

Stopped at a red light, Jungkook tips his head back against the car seat and shuts his eyes for a second, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of his thoughts. “Don’t be mean to me. I already told you I’m sorry, it’s not fair for you to hold this shit over my head.”

“I’m not holding anything over your head, Kookie, you fucking cheated—“

His grip on the steering wheel tightens, and he has to hold himself back from stomping too hard on the gas pedal when the light changes. “Yeah, I fucking know, okay? But it’s the last weekend. Is this really how you want to leave it?”

The silence on the other end of the line is more than enough to answer his question.

“Just… come over. Let me see you. Please?” Jungkook grimaces, embarrassed to be begging. He wouldn’t do it for anybody else.

Gravel crunches under the tires of his car as he pulls into the driveway, and he’s only sure the call didn’t disconnect when he hears the way you sigh softly on the other end. It’s a sigh he knows well.

“Fine.”

You don’t say anything else, and neither does Jungkook. He doesn’t know what else there is to say, or why any of this has to be such a big fucking deal. But he waits, until finally you hang up, and then he flips his phone shut. Girls.

Once inside, he makes quick work of getting everything together: sweeping the empty beer cans on the kitchen counter into the trash, spraying on a little more Hugo Boss, a mouthwash rinse to rid himself of the lingering taste of cum. The place you rented for the summer is just down the road, so it’s as he’s spitting in the sink for the second time tonight that he hears you bang loudly on the front door.

Time to turn on the charm, Jungkook thinks to himself, and then he exits the bathroom and reaches a hand between his shoulder-blades to pull his shirt off over his head. He drops it to the floor of his bedroom before heading down the hallway to let you in.

Jungkook swings the door wide and leans one arm on the frame as he takes you in. You’re standing on his stoop, arms crossed angrily over your pink crop top, belly button piercing glinting in the porch light. He smiles fondly, remembering the summer you got it done, the way you squeezed his hand so tight when the needle went through that he nearly lost feeling.

It was nice then, the way you acted like you really needed him. You used to be so sweet. He wonders when that changed.

It’s been too long. “Hi, jagi,” he says, and it comes out softer than he would’ve liked. It makes him sound weak.

“Fuck off. Answering the fucking door shirtless. You did that on purpose.” You roll your eyes as you brush past him to walk inside.

He turns sideways, purposefully taking up most of the doorway so you have to squeeze through, and when you do, his fingers hook in the belt-loops of your jeans to pull you closer.

“Just like you wore these?” There’s no way you don’t know what those white low-rise jeans do to him. Jungkook always tells you they make your ass look so fat, and even though you complain every time, he means it as an honest compliment.

Clearly still trying to act pissed off, you pop your gum at him, but he knows better than to believe that you’re really mad. If you were, you wouldn’t have come here. And you certainly wouldn’t be looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up like that, moving so close that he can feel the heat of your breath ghosting over him.

“Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?” You purr, like you don’t already know the answer.

Jungkook’s lips find yours at the same time his hands slide around your hips, fingers sinking into the denim stretched tight over your ass. You squeak a little at how hard he grabs, and he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue into your mouth, deftly retrieving the wad of gum from between your teeth. He pulls back with a cocky grin and spits it halfway across the yard.

“How about you come inside and find out?”

“Jesus.” You make a face when you step in first, leaving your Gucci flip flops in the front hall, and Jungkook turns back to shut the door behind him as he follows you. “You guys trashed this fuckin’ place.”

He frowns at your utter disregard for his cleaning efforts, but he follows your gaze and, well, you’re not wrong. He probably could’ve done something about all the half-empty liquor bottles, the overflowing ashtrays, the sink full of dishes. But right now he really doesn’t give a shit.

Jungkook closes the distance between you again, arms slipping around your waist from behind, head ducking down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck, to make you squirm the way he likes. “This is the bachelor life. We need a woman’s touch,” he murmurs against your skin, and you scoff a laugh.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook protests. He pauses to suck a mark into your skin, only stopping when he manages to coax a soft whimper out of you. “Why don’t you and I get a place together next summer? I’ll tell Jimin and Tae they’re on their own.”

You hum softly, in the way that tells him you want that, too. But you’re still playing coy, even as your hands slide over his arms locked tight around you. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Maybe I should do some convincing,” Jungkook’s lips brush over the shell of your ear, and you wriggle out of his grasp, crossing into the living room and tossing your purse on the couch before dropping down unceremoniously next to it.

The wild animal feeling hasn’t dissipated— when he follows after you, Jungkook can’t help but feel like a predator stalking his prey.

It’s probably fucked up, but he likes the chase.

Leaning back on your hands, you gaze up at him, jeans sunk low enough for Jungkook to see the pink straps of your thong that peek out over the curve of your hip. The visual makes his own pants start to feel tight.

You tilt your head expectantly. “I’m listening.”

“I wasn’t gonna talk,” he admits with a smirk, standing over you, one leg teasing your thighs apart.

You reach forward to trail a hand down the defined lines of his stomach— the gym has been good to him this summer— and blink your long lashes innocently. “Will you at least use your mouth?”

“Well, now I know what you came over for,” Jungkook growls. His hands drop to brace on the back of the couch behind you, arm muscles flexing as he cages you in, and he leans down to capture you in a heady kiss. He missed it all: the way you smell, how soft your lips are, the way you still taste like spearmint. Your needy little noises when he licks his tongue into your mouth and the way you suck so diligently on it. You’re always so good for him, always so pretty when you come back.

“Take your pants off, jagi,” he breathes into your mouth, shifting to grip your neck with one hand as he kisses you again. He can feel a soft whine in your throat under his palm when you do as you’re told.

Jungkook pulls back once your jeans are kicked all the way off, knees digging into the carpet as he settles between your legs. His biceps wrap under your thighs and he tugs your bare ass to the edge of the couch, pausing to slip a finger under the thin string of your thong and gently snap it against your skin.

You spread your legs wider for him, leaning back against the cushion. “Don’t tease,” you huff. The desperation in your voice just turns him on more.

“Impatient,” Jungkook notes with a smirk. “And I haven’t even told you what I want yet.”

“What you want?” Your attempt at sass is undercut by the moan Jungkook works out of you when he sucks another hickey into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He pulls back with a final lick over the mark that sends a shiver rippling through you, makes your nipples stiffen against the thin fabric of your crop top and your hips tilt up instinctively for more.

His eyes find yours again. “Let’s make a movie.”

“Kookie,” you whine, and Jungkook cups a hand over the front of your panties, rubbing circles into the thin material, then gently squeezing your pussy lips together to help argue his case. He can feel the muscles in your thighs twitch in response— always so sensitive.

“Come on,” he murmurs, pushy. “I know you have that camera in your bag.” You take your Sony digital camera with you everywhere, like it’s a third limb, like you believe nothing really happens unless it’s documented on Facebook.

Jungkook reaches for the strap of your Coach purse and drops it between your spread thighs. “I want you to film me while I go down on you. That way you can watch it back when you need to remember why you keep me around.” He punctuates the request with a wink, because he knows you can’t say no to him. That fact is made evident by how quickly you dig in to retrieve the little pink camera before tossing your bag aside again.

“I don’t watch porn, Kookie,” you scoff, already turning it on and fiddling with the settings. “I’m not nasty like you.”

“You’ll watch this one,” Jungkook corrects, hands pressing on your thighs to encourage them to spread further. Your skin is smooth and warm under his touch as he slides his fingertips back up to the line of your panties. “Now shhh. The only thing I wanna hear talk is this pussy.”

When the telltale beep indicates you’ve started recording, Jungkook stares pointedly into the camera with a cocky smirk. “Missed you, jagi,” he says, both to the you on the other side of the camera and the you who will watch this in the future, when you inevitably get mad about some dumb shit and break up with him again. As if you could ever really stay away.

His eye contact doesn’t falter as he licks a long, slow stripe up the front of your panties, taking his time, tongue laid flat to fully soak through the fabric. When he leans back, one hand snakes between your thighs to tug the damp material to the side, tattooed fingers pressing into a V to spread your folds apart. It always makes you squirm, but he loves to admire you like this. He’s not ashamed to like pussy.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, reaching the hand that isn’t parting your pussy lips up to beckon for the camera. “Let me film. Won’t get your face in it.”

You hand it over silently, clearly already too turned on to make a big show of protesting. Jungkook turns the lens on your pussy, holds it up close as he traces two fingers over your folds, keeping the pressure light enough that you squirm and flutter cutely beneath it.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs when he teases his touch down to your entrance. There’s already enough slickness there to earn him an audible wet noise as he goes, his pattern a slow, lazy circle. He presses a finger in just to drag it back out, and a thin, glossy string of arousal comes with it. “Your pussy loves me too much. That’s why you can’t stay mad.”

Jungkook paints the wetness he pulled out of you up to stroke over the hood of your clit, and it’s enough to edge your breathing with shy sounds. You bring your palm up to your mouth, clearly trying to keep quiet, and it only encourages him to dip back in for more. He uses two fingers this time, slipping past your entrance into the tight velvet heat of your cunt, always so warm and willing for him.

You sigh at the loss when he pulls back, more arousal drooling out of you to chase after his fingers. Jungkook loves to play with you like this: you squeak when he squishes the whole of your cunt up in his hand, reveling in the noise of your slick folds pressing together, in the way your pussy’s gone needy for him. All swollen and puffy, all soft, dripping juice like ripe fruit.

He works up some saliva in his mouth and lets it dribble down over your slit between his fingers, then follows it with another pass of his tongue.

“Oh my fucking god,” you whimper.

“You know I’ll always treat it right, jagiya.” Jungkook purrs, releasing his grip on your pussy lips to pinch at your clit while he passes the camera back. “But let me show you in case you forget.”

He firmly tugs your panties down your thighs and leaves them to dangle off one ankle before guiding your legs to hook over his shoulders. After a final glance up to make sure you’re still filming, he leans in to properly trace his tongue through your slick folds, lapping at the arousal pooled at your entrance while his thumb brushes over your clit to work up more.

Jungkook’s brows pinch together and he grunts in appreciation of your taste, thick and familiar; he’s gone too long without it. He’s eating properly now, alternating between dragging his tongue flat and flicking it gently over your clit in the way that makes you gasp and shove your hips up towards his mouth, rough and wild, no good-girl pretense left in you.

His arm locks across your stomach to keep you where he wants you, and he pulls back with a smack of his lips and a cheeky smile for the camera.

“Relax. I’ve got you.”

This is the part he loves: when you start to come undone, worked up enough to be responsive to every little touch. Jungkook licks broad, showy stripes up to your clit, eyes fixed on you through the lens, enjoying the way your soft sighs blossom into full-out moans, matching pace to the steady rhythm of his tongue.

“Kookie,” you groan, “nnh, fuck— f-feels so good.”

He hums a laugh against your folds, and the vibrations make you cry out so he does it some more, lips closing to suck firmly at your clit while his mouth buzzes sweet, low notes around it. You arch up beneath him and your moan scrapes rough against the back of your throat, desperate.

It was a stroke of genius to have you film it, Jungkook thinks absentmindedly to himself. Documented proof that nobody else could ever do you this good.

“Fuck.” Your voice brings him back to attention as he continues to pulse suction against your clit, tongue fluttering out again to lap at the sensitive bud. The sounds you make are slightly muffled by the manicured hand you’ve clapped over your mouth, but you’re so loud now that he can still hear every word. “Oh god, Kookie— I-I’m gonna come, oh fuck, ohhhh—”

Your hips tilt up as your orgasm overtakes you and he shoves them back down, practically growling as he forces you to stay there and take it. He can feel your legs shake, the way your bare heels kick listlessly against his back as he sucks and licks you through the peak of your climax. Your pussy throbs in his mouth and drips down his chin like honey, with a taste so good he doesn’t want to stop.

“God fucking dammit,” you moan, and he keeps going until you bring one foot up to press into his shoulder to push him away. “Kookie, p-please, it’s too much.”

With a final swipe of his tongue, Jungkook pulls back, wiping at his chin with one hand. “You’re sensitive, jagi, I know.”

But there’s a reason you haven’t stopped filming, and it’s one you both know well. It was back when you first started dating, when you could never keep your clothes on around each other and barely left his room, that Jungkook learned your body expertly enough to figure it out: after you come once, your pussy gets so sensitive that he can easily work you up to a second orgasm, even from just the curl of his fingers against your g-spot.

He hopes no one else will ever get the chance to know you like this.

You barely manage to stifle another sob and almost drop the camera when he slips two fingers into your cunt, pressing to the hilt to feel how swollen-tender you are inside. Your walls squeeze so tight around him that his cock twitches in his pants with jealousy.

Sliding one of your legs off his shoulder, he presses your thigh firmly into the couch and groans a little at the way you spread wide for him, glossed folds all flushed and pretty. It gives him a head rush to watch his hand work you open, to see the thick white cream of your arousal paint his fingers each time he pulls back just to thrust in again.

You’re wet enough now that the sound is obscene, a juicy squelch every time he fucks into you, and Jungkook can’t help but smile. He glances up. “You’re dripping on my couch, jagiya.”

You can only whimper in response.

“You want to come again?”

You nod desperately until you manage to find the word. “Please.”

“Anything for you.” Jungkook winks for the camera as he starts to flex his fingers to pet over the ridges of your front wall. You keen as he puts more weight into his strokes, your free hand reaching to cling to him and dig your nails into his bicep. He’s too keyed up to feel it, can’t focus on anything that isn’t your pussy squeezing him like a fucking vice grip, tight and hot and soft inside.

You’re past the point of being able to talk, reduced to breathless moans— “ah, ah, nnh”— because Jungkook knows exactly what to do to take you apart all over again.

This time he makes no move to stop you when your hips buck up. Instead he lets you let go, lets you fuck yourself on his hand, fluttering around his fingers and trembling all over as you start to come.

Jungkook goes a little slack-jawed watching you and momentarily forgets about the video, looking over the camera to see the expression on your face as he works you through your second peak. He loves the way you grip tight to him with your nails and your pussy, like he’s special, like you need him.

Your knees reflexively pull towards each other as your cunt-pulses slow and you finally start to come down, thighs clamping in around Jungkook’s wrist to still the motions of his hand. When he hears the whir of the camera shutter retracting and sees you toss it aside on the couch, he finally relents. You open yourself up enough that he can slip his fingers out to suck the excess off.

“What the fuck,” you finally manage as you collapse against the couch cushions, sounding beyond dazed.

Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his smug smirk, and gets to his feet. As he watches your head tip back and your eyes flutter closed, he can’t help but wonder if you got what you came for. If this is the last he’ll see of you until god knows when.

Fuck that. He’s not letting you go that easy.

In one swift move Jungkook leans forward, slipping an arm between your back and the couch and sweeping the other under your knees. He tosses you over his shoulder— completely naked from the waist down— like it’s nothing at all, delivering a swift slap to your ass with the hand that isn’t wrapped around your hips.

“Kookie!” You try to sound mad but the laugh that bubbles up gives it away. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Come on,” Jungkook replies as he carries you across the living room, impervious to the way your hands claw at his back. “It’s a perfect night for the hot tub.”

“I didn’t bring a fucking bikini,” you sputter, feet kicking softly in the air. “Put me down.”

“That’s okay,” he reassures you as his free hand easily slides the back door open and he takes you over the threshold. “Tae and Jimin won’t be back for a while. It’s just us.”

Tae and Jimin have also already seen you naked… probably dozens of times at this point, if Jungkook had to estimate, but he doesn’t mention that part. Not when he’s trying to get his girl back.

Instead he crosses the yard to set you down on the hot tub deck, your legs dangling over the side, and makes quick work of stripping out of his jeans and boxers, half-hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. He hopes it might give you some incentive to stay a little longer.

When he turns back to face you, your bottom lip is jutting out in a bratty little pout as your feet swing aimlessly off the deck. It makes him want to fucking ruin you.

Jungkook steps forward to close the distance, thumb running down your mouth to pet over your lip. “Put this back in your mouth and take your top off, jagi.” His voice is low, his mouth ghosting over yours.

Your bare foot knocks into his shin, but it only hurts a little. “Make me.”

He can’t help but smirk at your attitude. It’s cute. He likes you feisty. “That’s a lot of sass for someone who was just screaming my name.”

You smack a hand against his chest with a play-scowl. “Shut up.”

He sweeps your arms behind your back before you can do it again, easily enclosing both of your wrists in one of his hands. “Why are you always so mean to me, huh?”

“Oh, I’m mean?” You look like you’re going to say more, but he pushes your crop top up with his free hand and watches the way it makes you shiver, your nipples tightening in the cool night air.

“You are,” Jungkook says softly. “And I’m just trying to love you.”

The same hand cups one of your breasts, and he ducks down to suck the stiff peak of it into his mouth, enjoying the airy little moan he coaxes out of you and the way you arch up into him. His grip on your wrists doesn’t falter as he pulls off, switching to roll your other nipple under the pad of his thumb.

“You should get these pierced,” he remarks, gaze shifting between your tits as he imagines silver barbells studded through the buds of them. “I’ll get one too. We can go together. Next summer.” His eyes find yours in time to watch your expression soften, just barely. It’s enough.

“Yeah, sure,” you deadpan, wiggling a little in his grasp. “Until you decide to stick your dick in some strange and fuck everything up again.”

Jungkook sighs. You’re fucking relentless. “I don’t want to talk about that. Can’t it just be us?”

Your reaction isn’t what he expects: he’s surprised to see the fight go out of you, to see how defeated you look as you lean in and press your forehead against his chest. Even your wrists go slack in his hand, and he releases his grip.

“That’s what I’m saying, Kookie,” you murmur. “That’s all I want.”

Jungkook’s fingers sweep under the line of your jaw. “I know.”

He tilts your head up for a kiss, and your hands come to cup his face, as if to pull him closer— to hold him in place so he can’t run away.

It’s the way it always is: he’s not going to promise he’ll change, and he knows you’re not dumb enough to ask him to. He can’t be anything but what he is, but he can hope you’ll love him anyway.

Your thumb strokes over Jungkook’s cheek as he pulls back, and he smiles a little. “Will you please get in the hot tub?”

Jungkook settles into the water first, sighing dramatically loud at the welcome warmth, and you giggle as you peel your top off before following after. When you slip in politely across from him, he grabs you by the ankle with a growl, and you don’t fight as he pulls you close again.

His hands guide your thighs apart to straddle him, so your knees rest on either side of the ledge he’s seated on. Between the heat of the water and your body on top of him, he’s dizzyingly hard in seconds.

The two of you make out like teenagers, more tongue than anything else, doing your best to hump and grind against each other despite the water slightly inhibiting your motions. Jungkook can’t stop touching your tits, obsessed with the weight of them in his hands. His fingers pinch and tug at your nipples to make you whine into his open mouth again and again, and his cock twitches in response every time.

“K-Kookie,” you finally manage to groan, nails dragging down his back as he presses sloppy kisses, all tongue and teeth, to the slope of your neck. “Need it, please. Your cock.”

His mouth finds yours again, and he bites down on your bottom lip with a smile before pulling back to answer. “You’ll get it, jagi. Wanna try something first.”

You whine a little and he gives a teasing pinch to your inner thigh, shifting you off his lap so he can stand up.

“Come here.”

Jungkook’s hands slide to your waist when you get to your feet, and the added weightlessness from the water makes it even easier for him to move you where he wants you. He guides you to spin so your back is flush with his chest, then encourages you to kneel on the ledge again, pushing your legs further apart.

“Can you stay like this for me?” He murmurs in your ear. You look up at him over your shoulder with wide, shining eyes, reflecting back the blue glow of the mood lights filtered through the water, and you nod.

As he ducks down to kiss you, Jungkook’s hand fumbles blindly against the edge of the tub until he finds the button he’s looking for. When he presses it once, the jets roar to life, including the one positioned right between your spread thighs.

You gasp into his mouth, and Jungkook wraps his arms tight around you to keep you in place, letting you collapse back into him as the jet pulses onto your pussy. “Oh my god, oh fuck, Kookie.”

“Feels good?” He murmurs in your ear, and you can only whimper and nod, hips circling against the stream of water, stimulated past the point of coherency. Your eyes practically roll back in your head. “Yeah, you look good like this.”

Jungkook can’t help himself now— his cock aches from lack of attention, and he starts to grind into you from behind, rutting himself against the small of your back, the curve of your ass. His hands grab at the soft skin of your thighs for leverage, and he can feel the way you’re shaking, already close, your breathing going ragged.

“K-Kookie—” you whimper. “I’m— fuck, g-gonna—”

“Want you to come for me,” he groans, tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear. “Come for me like this so I can fuck another one out of you.”

Your arms scramble back behind you for something to keep you grounded, nails scratching and digging into Jungkook’s shoulders as your orgasm starts to crest.

He keeps rocking his hips into you, which only serves to move you closer to the jet and make the pressure that much stronger. You’re moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and Jungkook has to grip your hips to keep them still as you come fast and hard, shaking apart in his arms.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Jungkook talks you through it, petting broad strokes down your thighs that make you jolt under his touch. “How was that, jagiya?”

“Fuuuuuck.” Your answer is a soft whine, and he can feel the aftershocks still rolling through your body. You shift to pull your thighs together, shivering all-over, and Jungkook releases his grip on them, hands moving up to squeeze at your tits while you recover. He can feel the way your heart is racing beneath his palm.

Your eyes slowly blink open, heavy-lidded, and you start to untangle your arms from around Jungkook’s shoulders. His back stings a little— he’s sure he’ll have pretty pink scratch marks to remember you by.

He presses a kiss to your temple, chaste in spite of how fucking hard and horny he is. “Love you. Stand up for me?”

Your legs are still shaking, so Jungkook helps haul you to your feet. Taehyung is always telling him he shouldn’t actually be penetrating girls in the water, something about vaginal health, so he has you bend at the waist to lean over the edge of the hot tub. The arch in your back when you press your ass up towards him makes his cock start to leak against his stomach.

Your head lolls forward to drop down on your forearms, and he laughs a little at how fucked out you already are as he gives your ass a firm slap. “Stay just like that. Face down ass up.”

You wait patiently as he climbs out of the water to search the deck. It only takes a few seconds for him to spot what he’s looking for: the bottle of lube Jimin’s always leaving out “just in case”. Jungkook makes a mental note to buy him a thank-you shot.

“God damn,” he murmurs appreciatively when he returns to you, rubbing three fingers slicked in thick silicone lube along your puffed-up slit before pushing them into the velvet heat of your pussy. “Wanna come in you so bad.”

“Please, Kookie,” you whimper.

Jungkook withdraws his hand to squirt more lube into his palm and fist it over his length, hissing a little at the sensation and the squelching noise his hand makes when he fucks into it. Tossing the bottle over the edge, his hands come to frame your hips, and he can’t help but moan as he starts to grind the head of his dick against your folds. “Fuck.”

You push your hips back on him, all wrecked and needy, your voice wrung-out. “Fuck me, Kookie, please— wanna take your cock, wanna feel it.”

It’s so hot when you beg for him. With another soft noise, Jungkook lines himself up to your entrance and gives you what you need: the whole of his thick cock sliding into your grip-tight pussy, slow for the delicious stretch of it, so you can feel every inch until he’s pressed in to the hilt.

It feels the way it always does. You were made to fit together.

You whine into the crook of your elbow, your walls already fluttering, split open and filled up and so sensitive. Jungkook leans forward, hands bracing the edge of the tub on either side of you, until his chest is flush with your back and the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot.

“Oh shit, right there, Kookie,” you gasp, like he doesn’t already know.

Jungkook grunts, nipping at the skin of your shoulder, and he starts to grind his hips against you, rubbing his cock into your g-spot over and over, until your legs threaten to give out.

Your pussy feels so good, the little moans you’re making in time with his motions are so pretty, it’s like he can’t get enough of you. He brings a hand up to run over every inch of your skin he can reach, all of it smooth and gorgeous under his fingertips— he really can’t stop touching you.

Maybe those bumps he did back at the bar were molly, he thinks absentmindedly.

“So fucking sexy,” he groans as he strokes a little harder, hips rolling fluidly. “So fucking beautiful.”

“F-fuck, Kookie,” you whimper, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts, and you let out a choked moan when he starts to pound more firmly in response. “Ah, fuck— don’t fucking stop, oh god—”

Jungkook hooks his arm across your chest, and his hand gripped tight to your shoulder gives him more leverage to hit deeper. Being squeezed so close by your walls is nearly overwhelming, your pussy all hot and wet inside, it’s like he can barely fit. “God, you’re so fucking tight, jagi.”

“F-feels so guh— good, nnh,” you can hardly get the words out, and Jungkook can feel the way your whole body is starting to shake.

He can’t stop himself now, not when it’s this good. “Missed you so much, jagiya. Wanna marry you, wanna put a baby in you.” His cock twitches hard, enough that you whimper a little, and he knows he’s not going to last much longer.

“Come with me, jagi,” he grunts. “I want to feel you come again.”

“C-can’t,” you gasp, but he knows you can, can tell by the way you’re gripping around him that you’re already close.

The clapping of skin on skin echoes out as Jungkook fucks deliberately into your g-spot, no longer holding back, and you cling to the edge of the tub for dear life as your muscles start to contract. “Oh fuck, Kookie, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I—”

With a loud cry, you collapse forward, knees nearly buckling as your orgasm hits you. Jungkook is helpless to the way your pussy pulses around him, like it was made to milk his cock. He tips his head back with a throaty groan as he comes with you, comes for what feels like an eternity, thick white ropes spilling into your cunt with every dick-twitch of his orgasm.

“Oh my god,” he groans, working the last of it out with a few shallow strokes, his breathing harsh and ragged. “So fucking good.”

You whimper softly with your head dropped down into your arms, your pussy still shuddering around him.

Jungkook squeezes at the curve of your ass as he pulls out with a hiss of oversensitivity. Deciding not to bother with the mess running down your thighs, he takes a second to catch his breath, then climbs over the edge of the hot tub, wiping absentmindedly at the beads of sweat dotting his temples.

You’re clearly too fucked out to walk now, so he scoops you up to carry you across the deck and back inside through the open sliding door, bridal-style this time, cradled in his arms. He smiles at the way you’re still trembling a little, your face now buried in his chest.

He deposits you onto the couch, then stretches out next to you to prop up on one arm, admiring how your hair fans out beneath you as you curl into him with a small sigh.

It takes you a while to come to, lashes fluttering prettily over your cheeks, and when your eyes finally blink open, you sit up rather abruptly.

Jungkook brings a hand to your low back to rub gentle circles. “Hi, jagi.”

There’s a look on your face, like you’ve just realized where you are.

“Fuck, I should go,” you murmur, looking around until your gaze lands on your purse. You lean over to retrieve it and dig through the contents until you finally find your phone and slide it open. “My roommate is gonna figure it out if I don’t come back, and she’ll fucking kill me.”

“Stay with me,” Jungkook says softly.

“No, Jungkook,” you snap, and he can tell by the way you’ve dropped the nickname that he’s lost you for the night. “I shouldn’t have even fucking come here.”

He should probably take this more seriously, but he can’t help his instinctive reaction, or the smirk that pulls up the corner of his mouth. “But you did come. Four times, if my memory is correct.”

“Fuck off,” you grunt, already up and starting to pull on your clothes that are scattered across the floor of the living room. You briefly disappear outside to retrieve your shirt.

“Does this mean we’re not back together?” Jungkook tries when you slip in the door again.

You shoot him a look he’s all-too-familiar with. “Not at all.”

“Will you at least unblock me on Facebook?” He asks sweetly, and it’s a joke, but he can see from the way you roll your eyes that you’re clearly too pissed off to have any more fun tonight.

“Facebook?! That’s seriously what you care about right now?! You are so fucking shallow, Jungkook.” You grab your purse in a huff and storm off down the hallway.

Jungkook knows he should get up and fight for you, at the very least stop being horizontal on the couch— but honestly, he’s fucking tired. That’s the thing about your hot and cold shit: he knows you’ll be back eventually, whether he makes any effort right now or not. And it’s so much easier not to.

So he says nothing, hands folded behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling, and waits until he finally hears the front door slam behind you.

Whatever, he thinks to himself with a heavy exhale.

After a minute, he gets up and heads into the bathroom, turning the shower on extra-hot. It’s still early. He can rinse off, get dressed, go see what Tae and Jimin are up to. Maybe he can jump on a grenade for one of them and take his mind off things for a bit.

He unlocks his iPod, docked on the speaker he keeps on the bathroom shelf— can’t shower without a good playlist— and spins the wheel until he gets to one of his favorites, simply titled fuck bitches. The opening 808s of Kanye West kick on like a heartbeat as Jungkook steps under the spray of the shower-head.

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts collab #jeju shore

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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since your reqs are open, do you have any thoughts on taking care of bf woozi when he's sick? i loved the similar thing you wrote w/ jun, and i thought it would be really sweet to hear about how woozi's s/o might take care of him when he's under the weather. tysm for considering writing, love your work!! ❤️❤️

taking care of sick woozi! ✧˖°.

i cannot believe i haven't done this prompt yet omg !!! thank you for requesting & reminding me

you noticed jihoon was starting to feel under the weather the night before

when he got home late from work, he wouldn't stop sniffling and sneezing

the tip of his nose was pink, along with his cheeks

and every so often, he'd loudly try to clear his throat before responding to you

you suggested that he take it easy for a bit in case it gets worse, but he brushed it off as seasonal allergies

"ji, babe, you should wash up. i'll prepare some cold medicine and some vitamins for tonight and tomorrow before work."

"thanks. i'll take it, but i don't think i'm sick. it's just that time of the year again," he says, shrugging his shoulders

you knew you couldn't get him to call off of work, so why even bother?

so, instead, you called off of your work so you can follow him around and care for him

you woke up extra early to make him some warm breakfast

you set up his food in the dining room before sitting beside him in bed

he wakes up slowly, reaching toward you, trying to pull you closer

he rests his head on your thigh and you gasp

like holy crap, his head is steaming

"ji, honey, you have a fever," you say, brushing through his hair with your fingers. "maybe... we should stay home?"

he shakes his head. "i'll just stay here for a little while longer. is that okay?"

"i took off work to take care of you," you say, resting your head back on the headboard

"you didn't have to"

"i wanted to. i get to hang out with you all day," you say, as cute as possible

you watch him cringe in your lap

"come on, let's go eat. i made you breakfast. you need to eat before you take your meds."

he obeys you quietly and brings you to the studio

you sit on his couch, studying your own thing, but every time you hear him sniffle, you hand him a tissue

you keep tabs on when he needs to take medicine because without you, he'd get so lost in his music and he'd forget to care for himself

you get him to drink lots of water and gatorade to keep him hydrated, keeping him away from his usual colas and sodas

but as he continues working, his head starts to hurt and he can't seem to concentrate or think straight

so he gets up and lazily slugs over to you, laying down on the couch with his head in your lap

he grabs your hand from whatever you were using it for, and he places it on his head quietly

"you okay?" you ask, taking the hint and playing with his hair

"my head hurts," he says quietly. his eyes are closed as he talks to you.

you massage his head gently and enjoy the time you have with a sick jihoon

"do you still have to work?" you ask, checking the time on your phone

"i wish i could"

"maybe we should go home, and when you feel better, you can work on your computer there."

"but-"

"ji, please. you can work extra hard and long tomorrow when you feel better."

he cannot say no to you and it pisses him off sometimes

you bring a sulky jihoon home early, tucking him into your bed

you put on a recent anime that you heard he was interested in, and then get to work to make him some food

as you cook, suddenly some arms wrap around you from behind, and you hear some sniffling by your shoulder

"hmm?"

he pulls you in tighter, not saying anything

you feel your shoulder become wet

was he... crying?

"is it that bad, baby? maybe the medicine isn't working... should we go to the doctor?"

he shakes his head and he quietly cries into your shoulder

you shut off the stove and turn around, cupping his face in your hands

"aww, don't cry, jihoon," you say, a frown on your face. you wipe his tears away with your thumbs

"just come to bed with me, please," he says, sniffling. "this is embarrassing."

you chuckle, quickly finishing the food and putting it to the side before following him to the bedroom

you lay in bed with his head snuggled into your chest as he watches his anime

"i texted your mom," you say

"for what?"

"to ask her for a recipe that i should cook when you're not feeling well."

"no wonder why it smells familiar."

you play with his hair

"should we go eat?"

"no. stay here."

for the rest of the night, he's clinging onto you

he refuses to kiss you in case he makes you sick with whatever he has

but he literally will not let go of you

don't ever mention to anyone about how clingy he gets when he's sick and tired

because he will become a blushing mess and never become clingy like this again

thank you so much for the request, and i'm so sorry it took me so long to respond!! i hope you enjoyed clingy, sick woozi 🫶

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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strawberryeuphie · 1 year

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anybaby wanna go to disney world with me?

imagine… we wake up in our resort room just before sunrise. we cuddle in our blankets with our pacifiers and watch disney cartoons on the television as the sun comes up, then we get ready to have our adventure for the day!

we start by brushing our teeth with our favorite flavored toothpaste, put on plenty of sunscreen, then pick out our cutest, most magical outfits. you can choose to wear mickey ears or a princess tiara! before anything else, though, we need to have breakfast. would you like mickey waffles or oatmeal? what flavor of juice should we get? eggs scrambled or fried? you pick!

after our meal, we pack up our disney-themed backpacks with sippy cups full of water (have to stay hydrated on an adventure!), autograph books, and other must-haves, and then it's time to set out! we head to the monorail and go on our way to magic kingdom. the day is sunny and blue-skied when we arrive. we walk down main street, admiring cinderella's castle and stopping in stores! we each pick out a new plushie to come on our adventure with us. what would your dream disney stuffed animal be?

we ride plenty of baby-friendly rides and attractions — it's a small world, mad tea party, peter pan's flight, dumbo the flying elephant, the many adventures of winnie the pooh, prince charming's regal carousel, the jungle cruise, the journey of the little mermaid, the laugh floor from monster's inc, enchanted tales with belle, and of course, the walt disney world railroad train!

we meet some of our favorite characters along the way — we get plenty of hugs from them, our photos taken with them, and even get their autographs! what character would you most want to meet? we get to watch all the characters in a parade on main street, too, and we get a front row place to stand!

before we know it, it's time for lunch. we're skipping nap time, so we need something really delicious to keep us going... surprise! we have reservations to cinderella's royal table! how exciting is that?! we get to eat in the castle and meet all the princesses, too! we get special cups of juice with glowing buzz lightyear and tinkerbell straws.

after we finish lunch, we decide we're feeling extra brave, and want to go on a roller coaster like the seven dwarves mine train or space mountain. don't worry, we'll hold hands the whole time!

we have all sorts of fun the rest of the day and get plenty of souvenirs from the gift shops. we end the night with a special dessert-before-dinner as we watch the wishes fireworks together. would you like ice cream from the parlor or a pastry from the bakery?

when we get back to the resort, we're super tired. it was a long adventure for little ones, after all. but, we have a bubble bath and get all squeaky clean anyway, brush our teeth, and finish the night being told a disney bedtime story on the television cuddled up with our brand new plushies.

it was a magical day!

#euphie posts #age regression #agere #agere imagine #age dreaming #agedre #agedre imagine

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obae-me · 1 year

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i have a suggestion!

obey me brothers reacting to "would you still love me if I was worm?"

The age old question. I'd be glad to do some little headcanons for you! These should be cute!

Lucifer

What kind of question is that?...

He's going to take it way too literally. He can't help it, he's an overthinker. "Why would you be a worm? Is it due to a curse? Then I would simply break the curse for you."

He can't quite seem to wrap his head around the scenario. Because...you are simply not a worm. Yes, he loves you, and if you were unfortunately turned into such a little creature, he would do anything in his power to turn you back.

If somehow, in some other timeline, you were once and always a worm, why would he fall in love with you then? How does one go about loving a worm?

Please help him, he's so confused.

Eventually, even if he doesn't quite get it, he'll go the gentlemanly route. "No matter what form you happen to take, I will always love you."

Mammon

Eh? Why are you asking him such gushy things? But...yeah...obviously.

"I could fit ya around in my pocket then! Do you think worms would be good at stealing stuff? Eh, probably not, you'd be smaller than a Grimm. And I would hate to see ya get smushed."

He doesn't overthink it, which this time around is the right answer. Good boy, Mammon!

Of course, as much as he would continue to love you as a worm, boy, does he sure love you just as you are now.

"Just don't go plannin' on getting turned into a worm anytime soon, please. I'd have to bail ya out, and that can be costly. I'd never let you leave my side again."

Levi

Aha! He knows this one! He's been on the internet, he knows what this question is all about!

So, of course, he can say with mild confidence, that he would! "Always! No matter what shape you take, I'll always l-l-lo-love you!" Perfect! Said just like a cheesy anime line. "Just...stay away from Henry 2.0 if you become a worm, okay?"

Maybe he could keep you on his desk, so you could watch him play games and share shows together...wait...do worms even have eyes?

They don't?! Then that would be sad...but he won't go back on his answer!

But seriously, his heart probably couldn't take it if you were a worm forever. Satan might be more of a fan of those sad-ending stories, but he's not!

Satan

What a curious question...

If you were a cat, he'd obviously still love you. "Out of all the world's creatures, why a worm? Is there something about them I don't know about? No? Why don't you turn into a little kitty instead?"

He doesn't fully get the question. You'll have to explain to him that it's not about turning into a worm, but if you would still be taken care of!

Well, if that's all it's about, of course he would still care for you. Just don't eat his books please if you happen to become a bookworm.

"If you're oh-so-curious, I could probably find a spell to turn you into a worm right now."

He's just joking, but he did enjoy the look of mild panic on your face.

Asmo

Of course he would!

Surprisingly enough, he answered that easily, and maybe not quite the answer you expected. "I could keep you in the garden! Oh, or maybe not, what if you got eaten?! Oh, I know! I'd get a little plant for my room and keep you there!"

He simply knows he would find you adorable no matter what!

He doesn't really know what a worm needs, but he would be willing to learn.

He'd get a special fancy plant mister and make sure even as a worm that you'd be moisturized and hydrated! Maybe he'd even make a special Devilgram for you!

"Aw, but then I wouldn't be able to kiss your cute face! Try not to become a worm if you could help it, m'kay?"

Beel

A worm?

He'd be sad if that happened and you couldn't return to normal... "Do worms eat a lot? They do? So you wouldn't go hungry? Good. Could I feed you leftovers?"

Of course he would love you no matter what you were. And he promises that he wouldn't eat you.

Don't ask why he would potentially eat a worm in the first place.

Just thinking about it all makes him seem to love you more while you remain not a worm.

He's got to make sure he can hug you and eat plenty of meals with you while you're still human.

Belphie

You're such a weirdo...but sure, why not?

That's what you want to hear, right? "I bet it would be peaceful under all that dirt. Like a huge blanket. Oh...but then I wouldn't be able to sleep with you anymore. Then no, I take it back, I wouldn't love you if you were a worm."

Brat.

He acts like he falls asleep right after his answer, but really, he's thinking about it further.

Worms are pretty low maintenance, right? He'd just have to make sure no one ate you or crushed you...maybe too much work then.

"If you were a worm, maybe I'd just find a way to be a worm too. Then I wouldn't have Lucifer bother me so much. Then we could just be lazy worms together."

A surprisingly sweet outcome.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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xanderindisguis · 4 months

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just started animating after procrastinating starting it for years and im already going insane, any tips?

Four things I feel is important to note

Analyze other animations, note things you like and why, slow it down and take in the frames

Go easy on yourself, permit mistakes, make it messy, if there's something you could've done better that you realize after you made the animation then use that knowledge for the future

Take care of yourself!!! Eating, staying hydrated, getting good sleep, all that is super important outside of animating and super important when animating

And. PLAN your animations, each scenario you want, write down how you want the characters to move, I don't normally do this (DON'T FOLLOW MY EXAMPLE 🙏) but it's super helpful when I do

For the animating part itself, I'm not sure how to word it, things I found help me when animating is

- Lower FPS (I usually go with 9-11)

- Playing with duplicated frames, a common thing I do is duplicate frames to avoid redrawing them so much

- Not caring if the outline is blurry, distorted, or messy because I used the lasso tool to correct something. As long as it looks smooth, you know what you're looking at, and it gets the job done

- What I call "fade ins/outs". For example, you have two keyframes (move hand from A to B), you redraw the first one but slightly different (Hand moves like 2 pixels or smth), you redraw it again (hand moves 7 pixels), middle frame (between A and B), and do the exact same process but backwards

BUT a things I want people to know because I see it a lot and it makes me itch in a bad way

- When lip syncing, unless the anatomy of the character is different, or you have a style that fits it, THE JAW ALWAYS GOES DOWN. Your focus should be on opening it downwards

- CONSISTENCY, while your sketches may be lazy, please keep them consistent to the original frame. Don't stray TOO far from the keyframe, like something's too big, or the size keeps changing, or even in cases of lip syncing where the way it moves is different each time (Up down up down up down left up, yk??). THIS ONLY EVER WORKS if the situation calls for it!!!

((I've done tgis before witg lip syncing....))

- PLEASE. Note how to use smear frames. In small movements, it's not necessary, someone raising their arm doesn't need a giant smear to do. Use them when there's exaggerated, quick motions, and make sure there's still form to it so it's not just a blob

(Completely off topic, but there was a trend on tiktok with a filter where they'd make a hand shift into another thing like 🤚 to ✌️, and it bothered me so much because EVRRYYY time there was a smear frame BUT IT WASN'T NECESSARY and sometimes even ruined it)

- Don't be afraid to skip middle frames, like when someone's shaking an item in their hand, as long as the two keyframes are there and a few extra frames after the action, it should be alright, or when someone's laughing

I think that's about all I can say

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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Are You Gonna Eat That? - Bokuto

notes - Hi! I did it! I wrote for the lil guy!! I held a poll a little bit ago, so this fic was for that! I love doing polls sm. I wanna do a bunch more, so expect those soon! Also, happy summer! It's finally summer break for me! I've been a bit busy because we've been doing inventory at my library, but after this week, I should be back to writing more! Thanks for being awesome everyone! I love you all! Make sure to stay hydrated and well <3

word count - 455

"Are you gonna eat that?" Bokuto asked for the sixth time, laying his chin on the table, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You looked at Bokuto with a straight expression and sighed. "Yes, Bokuto, I'm going to eat that. I'm just talking to some friends and don't wanna have my mouth full."

Bokuto's stomach growled and he groaned, laying out his hands in front of him. "But I'm still so hungryyyyyyyy!"

"Look," you sighed and slid him over a cracker with a sliver of cheese on it, which he took like a feral animal. "I know you're hungry from all that playing, but I'm hungry too. Being a team manager can get pretty exhausting, especially when you're taking care of a bunch of teenage boys. That's all you get, okay?"

Bokuto smiled at you brightly, nibbling on the cracker slowly. "Thanks, y/n! You're the best manager ever!"

You just jokingly rolled your eyes with a chuckle. "Thanks, Bokuto."

"Hey, maybe as a thanks for being so awesome, I'll take you on a date after this whole volleyball camp thing."

You immediately felt your face heat. You never admitted it out loud, but you definitely had a huge crush on Bokuto. You had known each other since before high school and you had always been his number one supporter in his all time favorite sport.

So to hear him ask for a date was a dream come true, but it also just felt like he was bullshitting you.

"Very funny, Bokuto." you laughed, continuing to eat your food.

"I'm serious." he said, resting his cheeks on his hands, leaning in close to you from across the table. "I think we should totally go on a date."

"What, so you can ask me if I'm gonna eat my dinner and pick off of my plate?" you snorted.

"No, y/n," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I actually think we should go on a date. I've been meaning to ask you for a while and I thought that would be the perfect time to let it slip out."

You knew your face was bright red, but if anything said anything, you would blame it on the sun.

"I would love to." you replied quietly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"R-Really?!" Bokuto stood up in shock.

"Yes, really, dummy."

"Oh my god!! This is great!" He let out little laughs, showing how both nervous and excited he was. "After the camp, okay? I can't wait!" He then ran off to god knows where, either to tell some friends or just celebrate alone.

Either way, you were excited. You had waited too long for a date from that stupid boy.

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sweetfire01 · 6 months

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My period started today and it’s so painful! How would Daddy Simeon and Daddy Diavolo comfort their little?

Poor anon, period sucks >.< Luckily, you have Daddy!Simmy and Daddy!Diavolo to take care of you! Simmy's little lamb's tummy hurts, doesn't it? It's okay, after Daddy changes your diaper he will make sure to massage your abdomen with the baby oil for about ten minutes. Isn't it better? Then he will put a hot water bag on you and hold you while he bottle-feed you. And since you need to stay hydrated, you will be in his lap MANY times throughout the day. It won't just be water: after every meal he will also give you some chamomile. It reduces pain, relaxes and makes babies all sleepy and ready for nap. But he knows it's not good for you to stay in bed all day (or, as much as he likes it, in his arms). Getting some exercise helps with cramps, so he takes you out for a short walk. And on the way back you will have a delicious snack, isn't that nice? So it doesn't matter if you complain because you don't want to get up, you're tired and sore, you'll go out anyway. And it doesn't even matter if you want coffee or eat extremely salty, sugary, or fatty foods (as if you even had the chance to eat them in the first place while you're in his care), that stuff will make your tummy even more sore. He will feed you with fruit, it is sweet and tasty. And most important, healthy.

On the contrary, Diavolo will keep you in bed all day! He's not that knowledgeable about how to manage your period, so on Barbatos' advice he'll also give you a hot water bag to keep on your belly. And lots of blankets and pillows. That was his idea, right after he saw you shaking on the bed and crying for back pain. Then you will become a mere bundle hidden by them and by all your stuffed animals that Didi has placed around you. And as much as his reaction may seem exaggerated, you will be so warm and welcoming that you will be able to sleep despite the pain. if you feel better, he will move his papers aside and let you color on his desk, sitting on his lap while he continues his work. But if not, Daddy will let you sleep as long as you need, only waking you up to eat! He will also be more lenient with your food: you eat a balanced and healthy diet, but if humans become more needy when they have their period, why should he deny you a few more biscuits? But no, it doesn't mean you can have 20 of them…

#obey me shall we date #obey me #daddy simeon #daddy diavolo #age regression #forced age regression

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stopdyingnow · 1 year

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Random Aki Relationship Headcanons

You Aki fans and blogs infected me- 🤧 I’m getting so much brain rot. I hate y’all Aki blogs for infecting me. Curse you all and including you Fujimoto, for making Aki so loveable. 🥲

Sigh.

I rushed through this so it ain’t that good- 🤧

Warnings: None. Pure fluff, sfw. No manga spoilers here. Anime onlys are safe.

Randomly pinches your cheeks if you act cute, he tries to resist hugging you then and there if there are people around. So he’ll pinch your cheeks or squish them.

Pats your head if you’re shorter than him.

Loves spoiling you. That’s a fact, not a headcanon.

As you’re in a relationship with him longer, there are times where he just randomly tells you to come over. You wonder what he wants- but then he sits you on his lap just to hug you from behind.

Would let you lay on him as he wraps his arms around you, he really enjoys seeing you peaceful and overtaken by pure bliss. Doesn’t mind you sleeping on him.

If you randomly flop down on the couch or something he’ll sit on top of you.

Man’s is ALWAYS making sure you’re healthy, he wouldn’t want anything to happen to his cute s/o. If he senses you’re being a bit unhealthy whether it is not eating, forgetting to drink, or ANYTHING he’s telling you.

”You haven’t ate anything. You should really eat something now.” “Drink water, it’s good to stay hydrated.” “I just want to make sure your health is good, take care of yourself.”

If you have a wound or scratch on your arm or anywhere he’s also on it. He asks what happened, and treats it right away. He would never want you to ruin your pretty skin.

Random scenario:

You were about to go back to your place in a few minutes, and you were sitting in Aki’s lap. He was holding you after calling you over. “I’m going to get ready now Aki-“ as you said that, you tried to get up. Only for the arms around you to tighten as you were then stuck there. He didn’t say anything, as he just tightened his arms around you. You were now unable to move and we’re stuck there. But it was fine, you’d just get ready to go later.

…

You ended up just sleeping overnight on his lap.

#chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #hayakawa aki x reader #aki fluff #aki hayakawa fluff #hayakawa aki fluff #i hate you all #you all infected me.#you aki blogs infected me with aki brainrot #curse you all.

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softpawpup · 7 months

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materials for making a nest 🧸

owner's clothing !! shirts, t-shirts, hoodies, pants, all of it!

stuffed animals and toys

blankies, LOADS of blankies

snacks so you can stay fed without getting up

water !! good pets should be well hydrated !!

enrichment !! fill that bad boy with coloring books, things to read, movies to watch !! whatever you enjoy !!

#nest #petre #pet regression blog #pet regression #pet regressor #regression #petre blog #sfw petre #sfw

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taeyongsfemdom · 8 months

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| Made For Me |

•sub!taeyong & the return of the futa!reader

•After giving him that special session that one night, the love of your life decides to return the favor when he finds out about one of your secret kinks that you've been hiding from him.

●WARNING: this the return of the futanari reader and taeyong having female parts (not your speed, then don't read)

•Contains: filthy rough kitchen sex, fingering (male receiving) degradation, sloppy kissing, lingerie & skirt wearing, slight cumflation, reader has daddy kink, spit kink, choking (just hella nasty shit) light fluff at the end.

•So this fic is basically an unplanned sequel to "A Cheer Up Session" and I know you guys loved that one, so that's why I brought back the futa reader. Also just wanted to say that Taeyong is very feminized in this (wearing a maid outfit, panties, high heels etc.) You know the vibes! I was thinking of what my next story should be and this came in my horny ass mind pretty quick also this was a bitch to post due to technical issues lol

• hope you all enjoy, loves 💋

It was a surprisingly chill day at your office, it was a beautiful afternoon and you were gonna be closing things up pretty soon. You had a few meetings today, but oddly, your phone was going off quite frequently during your meetings but you already knew it was Taeyong texting you, it's not very often where he spams you unless he's feeling needy.

"Alrighty boss, I got everything done on the list you gave me" Mark said with a nice smile on his face "Thank you so much for all the hard work you do Mark, you and the team! I just wish those meetings weren't so damn long" while speaking to him, you finally open up your messages from Taeyong and your eyes pop open immediately, they are blessed with multiple images of your angel wearing a tight maid outfit with no panties on and his tongue out like those slutty anime girls in those unhinged hentai videos with the message "ruin me..." right under. You threw your phone down on the desk as your cock thickened up in your skirt, a boner becoming visible and your breath getting caught in your throat "Hey boss, you feeling okay? You look a little flushed"

"H...hm? Oh don't worry about me! It's just u..um a little hot in here! Hey I think I'm gonna go ahead and head out for the evening! You all be safe going home okay?"

Mark smiled at you again and nodded as he walked toward the door "Yeah of course! Get home safe and stay hydrated! It's been hot this summer! You have a good weekend okay?" You waved at him while he left as you released a held breath, your eyes looking down at the massive bulge in your skirt while eyeing your phone "Goddamn it...why would he send that to me?" You & Taeyong talked about everything together, you knew everything about each other except there was one thing that you didn't want him to find out. A while back, you left your laptop unlocked in your home office accidentally while you stepped out, with a curious Taeyong coming across it while looking for you to let you know that dinner was ready for the night, his mind filling with a devious ideas to please you, ever since you fucked him very rough that one time to cheer him up, he wanted to give you a thank you.

You were turned on yet pissed off "Fucking Taeyong....why did he send me that?" I can't walk out the building with a fucking hard on!" You grab your phone and look at the pic of him with his mouth open, your mind running wild "fuck he is so hot" your nails clicking against the screen responding to his text saying "What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm on my way home..."

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It didn't take you long to come home from work, you had scurry away from the office with your purse covering your boner, you pulled into the driveway of your mansion and parked your brand new black SUV and stormed into the house quite quickly, you walk in and scan the house as you shut the door.

"TAEYONG!?" You yelled as you headed to the kitchen as your heels clicked against the marble floor, you stop in your tracks as you see the petite boy wearing a tight maid skirt with stockings & a lace black bra with a pair of black high heels that you realize are the ones he asked you to buy for him, you didn't question him on why but you didn't care because you spoil him, his dirty blonde hair with his dark roots showing hanging in his face and he looked delicious in his little outfit.

"Been waiting for you to get home from work, so you can see your dirty little maid"

His skinny leg lifting to reveal his sweet wet pussy that was dripping fresh juice that slid down his leg from how horny he was just waiting for you to come home and have your way with him.

"You like what you see, mistress?" His slender fingers playing with his sensitive cunt while his other hand rubbed one of his nipples under the bra causing him to moan. Your boner stiffened up under your dress skirt even more as he looked at you while biting his lip, you walked over while licking your lips like you were hungry, your body was pressed against his, your hands gripping his chest and squeezing his nipples as he held the counter, hot breath was between the both of you before crashing your lips against his plump ones which led to a heated make-out session, sloppy sounds of kissing filled the kitchen as you kept groping his chest, Taeyong tongued you nastily as kept groping him. You pulled away as a string of spit hanging off both of your lips which were very swollen, your free hand slid off the bra and down to his cunt, sliding two fingers deep inside him.

"Look at you, getting fingered in my fucking kitchen when you're supposed to be cooking and cleaning! You've been horny ever since you sent those dirty pictures to me, haven't you?"

Your fingers started working his pussy HARD he looked at you with his bottom lip in his mouth as you fingered him roughly.

"You thought it would be a good idea to send those fucking pics to me while at work? Let's not pretend that I didn't see that text under them...I WILL ruin you until you can't stand up straight, you fucking drooling whore" his head fell back on the counter as pussy juice dripped on the floor while moaning loudly "OH FUCK CAN I CUM? PLEASE FUCK!" one of his legs squirmed with the sound his high heel clicking against the floor "Fucking hold it in, you don't deserve to cum yet" your fingers slowly pull out of him and got shoved right back in before you rubbed his clit lightly.

"P..please please! Please let me cum" you gave him a stern look as your fingers moved away from his pussy "I said HOLD IT...I'm not fucking playing with you right now, slut"

You take your pussy juice covered hand and rub it all over his pretty face, a smile appeared after he licked your hand a little bit, that smile getting wiped away as you slapped him across the face hard.

"Dirty fucking whore, the fuck are you smiling about? Enjoying yourself too much?" You gave his nipples one good tug "Sometimes I dream about you having tits, I would suck on them all day just to have a taste of milk" you turn him around roughly, bending him over the counter and lifts the tight skirt up, his tight pussy in full view, your hands pull your skirt up as your cock bounced free, throbbing hard with potent pre-cum dribbling out of your thick tip.

"Fuck...you're lucky that you have a pretty face because you have no ass, but that doesn't matter because all I care about is this beautiful pussy"

You rubbed your thick cock against his small ass and tip poked his hole. Before he could say anything, his mouth fell open as he got filled up by your cock "Oh fuck!!!! Mistress! I always forget how big that cock is" A soft yet hot moan left your lips as you started thrusting slowly while taking your large full breasts out of your tight work blouse, Taeyong looked back at you while you fucked him, he looked like the sluttiest pornstar to ever exist "Mmmmmmmm fuck me!!!! Fuck me like the dirty whore that I am!" Your thrusts got rough real quick after his request "So *ah* I have a question for you, how the fuck did you find out that I would enjoy seeing you dressed like this?" The small boy was too fucked out to respond to you "Uh hello? I'm speaking to you, slut!" You said as you pulled his hair roughly.

“A..AHHH! I SAW THAT YOU WERE LOOKING AT BOYS IN MAID OUTFITS ON YOUR LAPTOP WHEN STEPPED OUT OF YOUR OFFICE WHEN I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU!” You blushed with embarrassment yet happiness when he found out your secret kink for boys in skirts, you pulled him up off the counter and turned him to face you, both of you touching nose to nose while dripping in sweat. You lifted his pale leg over your shoulder and poked his cunt with your tip “Look at what you did to me, made my cock hard and along with filling my balls up” you shoved yourself back into his tight pussy and continued fucking him.

“Open that mouth….WIDE, and keep it fucking open” you grabbed him by his hair and Taeyong truly looked beautiful, his lips were all swollen from all the kissing, his mouth opened with his tongue hanging out, your hand gripping his throat hard, the tip of your acrylics lightly touching the sides of his neck, a large wad of spit landing on his tongue "Filthy fucking whore...." your cock was basically in his womb at this point.

“You feel that slut? You feel me deep inside you? Tearing up your fucking insides?”

You force him to look down at his belly where your cock was bulging inside him, your hand letting up off his throat so he can breathe, he let out a large exhale with a ragged cough following after “Now…call me daddy” you gave him an evil smile as you choked him roughly again, cutting off his airways yet again.

“D..daddy! DADDY!! Please don’t stop fucking my tight pussy! Please please fuck your dirty little maid! I’m your dirty slutty little maid who’s just a fuck doll! Oh fuck fuck fuck! I n..need to c..cum, i need to cum s..so bad" Taeyong was completly out of breath since he was about to explode "One more thing I want you to do, tell daddy how much you love this cock while you cum...c'mon babygirl, cum for me while saying how cock addicted you are" your hand lightly grabbing his cute cheeks.

"I FUCKING LOVE DADDY'S COCK! I'M YOUR COCK SLUT, COCK SLUT, COCK SL-" his voice cutting off as he came insanely hard from a denied orgasm, your hand going for his neck since you love seeing him struggle to breathe, Taeyong had tears sliding down his face as he clenched around your cock “Ohh fuck, i’m cumming!” You released your hand off his throat for the last time and as he took a gasp for air "Daddy please kiss your filthy little maid! Please kiss me!!!” your tongues crashed together with your kisses being deep and passionate. Your balls sloshed and churned as you unloaded inside him during the kiss, his flat belly swelled with fresh steaming hot cum, Taeyong barely lifting his head up to see how primal you looked while cumming. The both of you were out of breath as you pulled your now limp cock, cum dripping out of his ruined pussy onto the floor.

"Oooh daddy I feel so full!" his finger grazing across his swollen belly as you walked to the fridge to get bottles of water for the both of you. You patted your face with a napkin as you brought him a bottle of water "You know this is your fault right? You should've never sent those pictures to me" runny makeup stained the napkin as you looked at it

"I know but I wanted it to happen, I wanted to give you a thank you for uhhh...cheering me up that one night after I was really sad, I hope you liked it" You gave him a sweet smile as you pulled him into your arms. Taeyong was literally your entire world, him wanting you to give a thank you gift was just so adorable to you.

"I absolutely loved your gift, baby boy, honestly seeing you in a skirt, tights and heels really had me going, especially when you called me daddy" Your finger lifted his chin, his cheeks getting bright red as you took him upstairs for a shower "I...i really liked it how you made me call you daddy, it was really hot and it makes me feel owned by an amazing woman like you, y/n" You giggled as you put your long hair up in a thick bun.

"What can I say? You were just made for me"

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I already know you kinky freaks are gonna eat this up like a buffet, also shoutout to the futa enthusiasts out here! This one is for you! hope you guys love this 🥺 also I'm not too far away way from 300 followers which is so exciting!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#sub!taeyong #taeyong smut #sub!nct #sub!kpop #lee taeyong imagines #lee taeyong smut #my fic

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kitchenisking · 8 months

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August Fic Rec

I know its late, but better late then never😅 enjoy the fics my loves. And stay hydrated!❤️

Take Your Breath Away by thecheekydragon - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 23102, sterek)

Stiles didn’t need Scott to tell him who their new English Lit teacher was. He knew it was Derek Hale. He also knew Derek Hale was hot.

Graceless by AsexualDerek (Cammerel) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 22075, sterek)

Stiles doesn't ask for much in return, but a 'please' would be nice.

Then There Was You by EvanesDust, Novkat21 - (Rating: T, Words: 1409, sterek)

'So, could I get you something?' Stiles signs as he speaks, his movements stiff and self-conscious. It's obvious he hasn't done this in a while. 'Did you wanna make out?'

Derek's brows shoot up in surprise, heat rising in his cheeks. That couldn't have been right. 'I'm sorry. I think I misunderstood. Could you repeat that?'

Stiles tries again, and this time there's no mistaking it as he crosses his wrists and bobs his hands up and down as if they were two people making out. But it's a good thing that Derek can read lips because he's clearly saying, "Would you like a coffee?"

They’re all together ooky, the Hale family… (Snap, Snap) by DropsOfAddiction - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12482, sterek)

Derek realises that he’s probably squashing Stiles a little bit, right at the same moment that Stiles apparently realises that he’s still holding onto Derek’s face.

They both definitely acknowledge Derek’s nakedness at the same exact time, judging by the alarmed look on Stiles’ face.

“So, you have no clothes on,” Stiles removes his hands and holds them above his head in surrender, cheeks a muddy red.

“In my defence, I was covered in fur less than two minutes ago,” Derek rolls his eyes and he pushes himself up and off him, hands covering his junk for Stiles’ sake.

“You’re still kind of furry now…” Stiles sits up, blinking rapidly, clearly just as weirded out as Derek. “Oh my god, pretend I didn’t say that. I’m not looking or anything.”

Derek smirks, because that… that was a lie and he cocks an eyebrow at him.

How Many Wonders by SylvieW - (Rating: Mature, Words: 15359, sterek)

Derek doesn’t think Scott should make a deal with Stiles the sea witch in the first place. When Scott can’t hold up his end of the bargain, he’s doomed to spend eternity in Stiles’ watery hell-soaked lair. Derek can’t stand to see his best friend taken and he’s got an eternity to spare…

Welcome To The Pack by orphan_account - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 16527, sterek)

Summary: A wolf, animal or were doesn't leave it's pack without good reason because it's damned hard and dangerous to join a new one. Stiles is a young Omega forced to do just that when his dad moves from Rio Vista to Beacon Hills.

WARNING: This features Derek in his Animagus Alpha wolf form with Stiles in his Omega wolf form. I don't view this as bestiality, but if the idea squicks you, be a responsible adult and don't read!

Teasing Daddy by sapphireginger - (Rating: Mature, Words: 698, sterek)

Being a parent is something Stiles and Derek both love. One particular morning though their usual banter is laced with underlying sexual teasing. Good thing their kiddos don't pick up on it.

Fight Fear for the Selfish Pain (it was worth it every time) by LadySlytherin - (Rating: T, Words: 11779, sterek)

After Kate Argent pretended to be his soulmate and burned most of his family alive, Derek resigned himself to a life alone, unwilling to trust the mark on his wrist again.

Stiles Stilinski has never seen his soulmark - and never will - so he's accepted that he'll never know the person who's supposedly perfect for him.

Fate is a funny thing, and it has a way of leveling the playing field in ways no one would expect.

Question of Trust by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5785, sterek)

Having made the hardest decision of his life to willingly betray his beloved alpha, Stiles struggles to accept his new reality. The unexpected arrival of a familiar guest can change everything, but will it be done in revenge or out of love?

Satisfaction Brought It Back by Snare - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7223, sterek)

Derek doesn't know how nobody else seems to notice the large, ever-present bulge in Stiles' jeans. He can't help but be curious about it, he just - he just wants.

#stiles stilinski #stiles x derek #derek hale #fanfic #fanfiction #fic rec #kitcheniskingficrecs

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no-see-um-incorrect · 9 months

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I’ve been going to a lot of concerts recently, sooooooo my favorite redacted boy concert headcannons (this is my favorites. If I get enough requests to do more then I will)

Caelum

His first concert he is a little nervous. So he’ll go with Gavin and freelancer. And he’ll have a great time.

#1 because he’s with his favorite people

#2 all of the happy vibes/ emotions from everybody there will make him feel 10x better

For all the other concerts, though, I can imagine Gavin/his brothers and sisters, taking him to a demons only concert and him having a blast with bracelet trading, making sure everyone’s hydrated.

Overall, having a great time

Milo

Milo only likes concerts if other people are there with him. and he likes to get seats that are really close to the stage even floor if possible.(providing that the venue isn’t just floor) because it’s no secret, it’s tough being a short person at concerts (as a short person I’m speaking from experience)

So yeah, Milo by himself at concerts it’s rough

Milo plus the rest of the pack (David, Asher, Sam plus their mates, etc.) he’ll be having the time of his life

Sam

This poor man…..

Concerts are not his favorite thing….

if it’s for a band that he really liked before his turning, then he’ll stick it out and risk the migraine. but the only time he will willingly go to a concert is if Darlin is going. And even then he hast to wear sunglasses and noise canceling headphones. All of the lights and loud music can be a bit too much for our vamp grandpa (I said what I said)

Asher

I am convinced that this man schedules all of the fun group activities for the pack so you know he’s having a blast at the concert

We’re talking pregaming at his apartment (if necessary)

He’s got the glow sticks, everybody’s getting Murch.

But not only is he Asher the party animal. He’s also Asher talbot beta of the shaw pack

Making sure Everybody is safe, happy and accounted for.

Cuts people off when he has to, helps David make sure everybody is hydrated and fed

Making sure everyone has a safe and awesome time.

Believe me, I would do one for hush, but we don’t know enough about him yet.

David

I’m sorry did you say concert dad

No, I said David Shaw

Are you sure cause I could’ve sworn you said concert dad

As alpha of the pack it is his job to make sure that everyone stays safe and healthy during their activities….

Which is just a fancy way of saying as the dad friend, he must keep his menaces on a short leash

“is your phone charged?”

“do you need anything?”

“buddy system everybody”

“you can’t go to the bathroom alone and take someone with you”

Are phrases that you will hear him repeat throughout the night, and we love him for it

Yes, he’s having a great time but he’s not gonna have a great time until he ensures the safety of everybody else.

Those are all my favorites. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave. Suggestions on who I should do next.

Love you have a great day/night

Forgive me, if I misspell things, my glasses are broken

#writing #redacted david #redacted incorrect quotes #redacted darlin #redacted caelum #redacted freelancer #redacted sam #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted asher #redacted headcanons #redacted milo #redactedverse #redacted davey/angel #I couldn’t find David’s tag

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radio-navlee · 4 months

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Hi Navy! Saw the request announcement and got excited! (⁠ ^▽^ ⁠)

Could I request some lee!Max with lers!Gwen and David? Maybe he's bumming about his parents not showing up, and the counselors try to cheer him up? Stay hydrated!

EE! Yesss!! I love Lee Max! I’ll never say no to it!! (Also it’s a little angsty, I hope you don’t mind me taking the “bumming” part and running with it!)

The middle of summer, should be fun right? Not for Max, parents sending him away to a camp just full of nerds and dorks, nasty camp food, bugs, and even more annoying counselors!

eventually, max got used to the camp, and even enjoyed staying. Until the parents night came about. He enjoyed seeing his friends, Nikki and Neil, get embarrassed and pushed around by their parents a whole lot. But it did remind him of where his parents were.

Not only that, but David made it a lot worse by just unintentionally rubbing it in his face. The night was resolved with pizza and a good talking session with his counselors, but the feeling never seemed to leave Max.

The nasty, gross, pitiful feeling that made his stomach turn and his head hurt with emotion. He’s never had anybody worry about him before David and Gwen. Usually if he was back at home he would hide outside until the feeling went away. So that’s what he did. He hid.

He grabbed his raggedy stuffed bear and snuck into the woods. He walked around for a while until his face began to heat up, his eyes watering as well. “Damn it” he thought, wiping away the tears. “It’s not fair,” he whispered with a cracked voice as he felt the lump in his throat trying to swallow it back down.

He stoped walking, sitting underneath a tree between some bushes. He hugged his bear, crying softly when suddenly he started to feel panicked. Why he felt panicked? He doesn’t even know himself. Maybe it was the sun beginning to set, worried the camp would start to look for him. Maybe it was weakening feeling of crying for the first time in weeks.

He started to try to gasp for air as the crying escalated, trying to be as quiet as possible as well. He closed his eyes and put his hands over his ears as even the crickets chirping made his head hurt. His breathing was getting shorter, this made him feel worse. “What if they leave me here” Max thought, another stream of tears running down his cheek. “What if they forget about me?” What ifs and worsening thoughts began to pile up in his head.

He tried to breathe, tried to think straight, he tried. That’s all he could do, try. Try after try and he began to fail. He failed to calm himself, spiraling into a panic attack. He’s just lucky somebody found him. It was David.

David always took walks at night. It started when he first became a counselor. He was often scared of the dark and the woods, he thought that he could get over that by walking through them. Eventually it didn’t become scary anymore, it became calming and a routine.

He never talked about it to the campers, he’d never thought it was relevant for them. Only Gwen knew about it, she kinda had to know. He didn’t want her to wonder where he would go every night. She didn’t care though, as long as she got a break from everyone before bed. It worked as a favor for them both.

David usually heard crickets or owls, but this time he heard something different. Not animal like, almost human like. Crying? That can’t be right, nobody’s out here. The crying suddenly became fast and heavy breathing, then it was a mixture of both. David walked closer to the noise, growing louder and louder until he found who was making it. A small puff of hair stuck out, trembling.

“Max?” David thought, “No, no that can’t be Max… Can it?” He spread the bushes to find a curled up boy crying, covering his ears, breathing heavily, his bear tucked into his lap, not caring about being quite anymore. David immediately filled with worry.

“Max?” David spoke.

Max raised his head quickly, eyes widening, he started to cry more, backing away and breathing quicker.

“Hey hey hey, no it’s ok!” David reached his hand out, causing Max to flinch back. “This poor boy,” David thought

“No! No! Get away!” Max finally spoke panicked, pushing at David’s hands.

“Max, seriously, what’s wrong?” David asked softly.

“No! No! You wouldn’t- I- it’s just-!” Max tried to speak, too much to explain, not wanting to speak, he couldn’t even function properly. David could tell he wasn’t going to get anywhere with questioning the poor boy.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, look at me. Follow my breathing” David sat down with max and began to take deep breaths in and deep breaths out, he kept his hand out in case max wanted to grab onto it.

Max looked at him, then suddenly the scared and panicked look began to fade away. He followed David’s breathing, holding onto his hand. It took time but Max started to calm down.

“Good,” David spoke, making Max jump a bit.

“Are you ok?” David asked again. The thoughts began to swarm back in as Maxs eyes started to tear up again.

“Look, it’s ok to cry.”

Max started to sob again, “Damn emotions! Won’t even let me talk!” Max thought. David signaled a ‘Is ok to hug you?’ Max shook his head. Not wanting touch anymore, he took away his hand and started wiping his tears.

“Whenever you’re ready Max,” David softly spoke.

Max calmed and began explaining.

“David, I don’t get it. W-why do you care for me so much? You and Gwen are the first adults who have treated me like this… Why?” Max asked

“It confuses me David. If my parents were to care for me, they would have had me for a reason right? Right David?” Max rambled for another minute, he started to tear up again as he was actually talking about it. He didn’t stop though, he talked and pushed the tears away.

“Max,” David looked at the boy who started to mess with the matted fluff on his teddy bear.

“I care about you because I’m supposed to be responsible for you, for all my campers. Max you’re a kid, even if I didn’t want to, I have to care for you. Caring for you isn’t a choice Max, it’s a must. Now I’m not saying that if you were older I wouldn’t care for you, I would, trust me, but maybe others wouldn’t.” David talked, comforting Max. As David spoke he reached out his hand, to try again, see if Max wanted to be touched now.

Max grabbed onto his hand fidgeting with David’s fingers. Although Max felt so venerable and weak, it didn’t matter right now. David stoped talking and stood up

“Cmon Max, let’s go back to camp,” David signaled a ‘want me to carry you?’ Max nodded his head and David picked the boy up heading back to camp.

They arrived but David didn’t take his to his tent, David took him back to his and Gwen’s cabin.

“Oh, David your bac- why do you have Max with you?” Gwen spoke, making the already sleepy Max flinch at the loud sound.

“Shhh, just let him be” David put a finger over his lips, causing a sleepy ‘Ha’ from Max.

“Sorry, why what happened?” Gwen asked, David looked at Max to see if it was ok to tell her, Max nodded

“Well I found him in the woods having a panic attack, it took a while for him to calm back down, there’s a lot he hasn’t told us.”

“Oh crap, Max are you ok?” Gwen asked, noticing how red the tip of his nose was, and the tear stains on his cheeks

“Well, I am now..”

Gwen sympathized with Max, David ruffling the hair on the back of his head. Max giggled, scrunching up his neck.

“Max? Are you ticklish?” David chuckled, moving his hand down to the already scrunched up neck.

“AiHihiHIhi!! Dahahavid!”

“I think that’s a yes” Gwen smirked, walking over to the boy in David’s arms.

“Aw, see Max! You should laugh more, you sound so cute!” David coo’ed

“Shuhuhahut uhahahup!!” Max’s cheeks turned pink at the compliment. Maxs giggles turned into laughter when Gwen started to wiggle her fingers into Maxs ribs.

“GWeHEhEhen!!”

“Sorry! Cant hear you over the sound of you being happy right now!” Gwen teased, moving down to his stomach

“NohoOHOHo!” Max squirmed in David’s arms, he was surprisingly light, which made it easy for David to carry him with one arm.

Gwen moved down to his knees and David moved to his sides. Max squealed falling into childlike laughter which made both the adults smile in awe.

“ThihiHIHIs is Tohohrtuhuhure!!” Max kicked out

“If it’s torture why don’t you just tell us to stop?” David asked slowing his fingers. Max blushed hiding his face, not saying stop. David and Gwen both knew why Max didn’t say stop, he enjoyed it, but they weren’t gonna mention it. They both continued their ‘torture’ being careful not to go near any bad spots that might make him uncomfortable.

Eventually Max asked them to stop and they did. David put Max in his bed, pulling out a sleeping bag so he could sleep on the floor. He tucked in Max, tracing his back with the tips of his fingers. Max giggled putting his hands over his mouth embarrassed.

“Tihihihcklesss!” Max giggled, David laughed resorting to just rubbing Maxs back until he fell asleep. David then tucked himself into the sleeping bag on the floor and fell asleep. He didn’t mind sleeping on the floor. After all, Max, the hateful, tough, never talks about his feelings, always angry, Max just opened up to him like crazy! David just knew if Max was comfortable, David was comfortable.

Ohmigosh, this was so fun to write!! Thanks for the request!!✌︎('ω')✌︎

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