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vumming · 2 years

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all of us are dead — yoon gwi nam “ocean”

requested by : 🏹 anon [ can i request another gwi nam one shot pls? (sorry i love him and there isn’t enough fics about him lol) kinda like a pt2 to my other request but they find a room together but can it be a locker room or just another room that has a bathroom with a shower? reader is covered in blood and gwi nam washing the reader and himself while he keeps praising her for small things like (ur doing so well, that’s it just relax, good girl that type of thing) and he gets her into new clothes that are clean and cuddles her to calm her down. ]

warning : cringe(?) g*i-na*m ooc, suggestive, rqst changed a bit, soft bastard

Gwi-nam lifted you to take a seat on the sink, his hands glide on your clothed soft thighs as he examines your messy appearance. Brushing a few dirt off of your face with the ever so usual tough look plastered on his features. “What exactly did you even do to get this much stuff on yourself.” He sneers at the grime on your face, wiping them off with napkins, disgust written all over his expression.

The white stained in brown and red as he draws them all over your face, holding your jaw to align it straight, his eyes that held nothing but ease and care oftentimes making in contact with yours.

“I escaped from the zombies.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his words and you watched him groan before slapping himself on the face, massaging it until his eyes flutter open to look at you.

“Besides, shouldn't you be more worried about yourself? You're literally covered in blood! And not to mention your eyes!”

“It's not about me, it's about you, doll.” Gwi-nam muttered in response, deep voice barely audible if not for the closeness that you two have.

Frowning, your hands made in contact with his cheeks, cupping them like he does to yours as you stare at him with twinkling gaze. “You matter too! Of course I'll be fretting over you, you're my boyfriend!” Pouting as you shake him—his head to be exact, back and forth like a rag doll.

Gwi-nam's hand left your face to find purchase on your thighs, the other on the marble sink as he tries to stabilize himself.

“H-hey! Sto- stop!��

“No! Not until you realize that you're a mess too!”

“Yah! Stop it or I'll make you more of a mess!” He growls in warning prompting you to shut up and halt your attack, for the lack of better word. “Hmph, that's what I thought.” Gwi-nam adds when he watches your eyes grew bigger than saucers—registering his statement.

“Then make me.”

“What?” Now that, was something he didn't expected. Gwi-nam pinched your thigh with a look that tells you something. He knows for sure that you can be cheeky if you want to but it never fails to left his surprised whenever you'd do so of sort. Even after all the years that he had spent with you—Gwi-nam still felt aghast when you'd dare show him your bold side.

“I said, make me. Of course, unless you wanna chicken out-”

The boy pulls you to his body close by dragging your legs close, growling in your ear with a slight tease, “Be careful of what you're wishing for doll, or I might just take those literally.” Drawing giggles from your lips with you draping your arms over his shoulders, a silent invitation. Gwi-nam nuzzles further in your palm, kissing the inside while his gaze locked with your mesmerizing e/c eyes.

Gwi-nam hummed in contentment at the gesture.

The ambiance seems right, despite the apocalypse, everything is so calm and deadly sweet. He lets your hands map his face oh so calmly and delicately and he found himself leaning in for more of your touch. Eyes trained to yours while they twinkle in delight at the thought of you only admiring him, and him only.

Yeahh, that's right..

It's only him that you should look at like that; eyes set full of adoration and contentment. Gwi-nam, subconsciously knows—and he tries his best to push it all back, that you and him aren't compatible. He isn't enough for a girl like you. He knows it. Yet the boy wouldn't want to leave you.

He wants this, he needs this.

He needs you.

And Gwi-nam somehow came to slowly lean in to capture your lips in a soft kiss, eyes fluttering close when they made in contact. His thumb brushing circles on your thigh and the other supports your neck.

Your hands threads through his locks, tangled yet soft, there's a bit of a slick due to the blood but you pushed them into your mind, Lips parting in instinct when you felt him draw a lick to your plump lips, biting them a bit. Gwi-nam made an entrance, exploring every cavern and ridges, leaving nothing untouched as he fight yours for dominance—shifting your spot, you find yourself pulling him closer; his lean body pressed against yours as he tried to devour you, following along your tug.

Breathing through the feverish kiss, you fought along him. Winning in the end as you get to tangle yours with his, emitting a groan of pleasure to escape his lips, hands sliding up to the waistband of your pants to drop them. A cute small plop was produced when the fabric hits the cold floor of the bathroom.

Gwi-nam felt intoxicated—he feels so vulnerable when with you and he likes it, despite his usual gangster façade that is always on guard. You find yourself bare when he took your uniform off, him parting to take off his as well, unbuttoning them with your feeble hands.

Gwi-nam resume the kiss again, his lips drawing down to your jaw, chin, neck and collarbone. Sucking on the skin and feeling you arch your back, he couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, vibration not helping. “Beautiful.”

Compliments that found themselves to escape his lips thrown to you when he saw your bothered expression.

Butterflies flutter profusely inside of your stomach, it is known that Gwi-nam causally compliments people, be it through bullying or teasing but this—God, it feels so genuine. So true that your heart can't help but twist in happiness.

With his hands fumbling to reach your undergarments before you stopped his eager hands. Breathing through the parting kiss, “Gwi-nam...”

“Yes, doll?” He breathes, eyes still in a fever along with yours. Your legs closing in on his waist when he tries to pull away from your hold.

“You stink.”

And your lover deadpanned at your words, moving away to smell his body, “Wha- no I don't-”

“With your heightened senses, I thought you'd be more self-aware.” Gwi-nam facepalmed, way to go ruin the room oh beloved y/n—now what?

He moves close to you before lifting you up in his arms, “Then we'll go continue this at bath, yeah?”

“H-hey! Let me go!” But he didn't listened, only grinning when you pout at him.

The two of you ended up warming under the shower, cold licks of water flows down your skin, Gwi-nam washing the blood that sticks to his eyes and face with a slight groan before feeling your warm arms go around his waist, chest against his back that made him crane his neck to look at you whose hair sticks to their skin, eyes looking up at him happily.

“Shit.”

He cursed under his breath when your finger starts to hover on his skin, drawing patterns and shapes as they map along his muscles.

“That tickles.”

“Really?” You giggled at his drawn expenses, hiding his face behind one hand before sweeping the wet hair that restricts his vision. Turning his figure to encase your smaller body into his. “You're brave today.”

“Only because I am with you.”

He hums, “That's right, I'll protect you after all. I said it before, yeah?” Leaning down to boop your nose eliciting a squeal from you. He remembers seeing your scared look when he found out where you hid, terrified and alert— yet almost ready to give up until they shine when you saw him. God, he was glad that you're by his side now. Gwi-nam sighed, his palm takes the curve of your cheek.

“Turn around then, I'll wash you.”

“But I can do it myself.”

“And I want to do it for you so,” following to his words, Gwi-nam gestures with his finger for you to turn around making you comply. Relaxing when his fingers massage your scalp and entangles the knots of your hair. A shampoo that is left from the sports team left there to use. “That's right, y/n. You're doing so well.” Foam and bubbles slides down from your head, the atmosphere made you forget that outside of this room is a battlefield for survival.

From your head to your neck and travelling to your shoulders to knead them, “Relax, doll.” He kisses the skin of your nape, soft and low tone that brought tranquility. His touched relieving you from your stresses, you remembered earlier how lonely you are, struggling alone until he managed to find you.

“Ease up. I'm here.”

And at his voice, your hand creeps their way to hold his. “Thank you, love.”

Your fingers laces with his and Gwi-nam let loose in the moment, laying his head on your shoulder. “Anything for you doll.”

#ooohhhh we this isn't really a part two #but it does connect!#quite!#all of us are dead #all of us are dead x reader #aouad x reader #fem reader #x reader #zombies #yoon gwi nam x reader #yoon gwi nam #gwi nam x reader

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gunnysacks · 6 years

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wow i didn't know there was a aoharu x kikanjuu imagine blog :D I couldnt find ur faq so imma just request something so if somethings wrong just ignore this!! could you do a prompt or hc of what midori, fujimoto and Yukimura are like when they're jealous (with neutral s/o pls :D) :0

Yes this is an imagine blog, sweetie pie! And I’m sorry, I’m working on fixing up the mobile profile so there’s a link to the faq

Yukimura:

Tooru is the type to ignore his partner when he’s jealous. He gives everyone in general the silent treatment because he’s seething.

He nags a lot too and in the pettiest of ways (i.e: “You need help lifting that up? Well ask that guy you were staring at for .23 seconds when we went to grab lunch the other day to help you out”).

When Yukki sees someone who is a potential threat he doesn’t let it slide and is super vocal about not liking them (he’ll even say it directly to their face).

PD x 10,000 around the threat. He’ll literally cling to his partner as if letting go would mean the end of the world!

“So what if he’s buff, and charming, and smooth when it comes to talking I’m…. I can draw men who are buffer and more smooth and charming than him any day!”

He’s a pouty baby for the next few days and demands a lot of cuddling and kisses to make up for it.

Midori:

Midori is the silent jealousy type of person. He never lets it show no matter how jealous he is.

But be prepared for Midori to do everything possible to ruin that person’s life he sees them flirting with his partner.

He’ll literally humiliate anyone who flirts with his partner but he’ll be so casual about it people ask if it ever even happened.

“I noticed you’re really talkative with that person? That’s nice that you’re making friends.” and then proceeds to get this person into bad situations because he’s petty like that.

If he ever speaks to someone he gets jealous of, he’ll constantly refer to his partner in a particularly loving way more than usual (i.e: “My love, My princess, my angel, etc.” All of which sound very possessive even if his tone is casual).

Shameless kisses/hand-holding/etc. in public with a pinch of “Don’t you dare look at someone else because I love you and won’t allow it.”

Fujimoto:

He acts like a kicked puppy, he gets so disheartened and lays around lost for a long time when he gets jealous.

Fujimoto won’t give up though! He’ll do everything to prove that he is worthy of your love! He’ll make sure to clean extra and make only his partner’s favorite foods, buy them lots of gifts, ect.

While Fujimoto is very soft and always friendly, he may come off as more hostile and intimidating to someone who’s flirting with his partner (in general a lot of people think that Fujimon is quite intimidating). This isn’t intentional though.

Fujimon is the type who begins to get a lot of self-doubt and more than likely requires a lot of reassurance from his partner.

“I know you like me… but do you like me like me?”

He’s probably the sap that writes a whole ten page letter to his partner and leaves it somewhere his partner can find it with details of how much he loves them and how he really hopes nothing will change between them ever.

Original prompt: “wow i didn’t know there was a aoharu x kikanjuu imagine blog :D I couldnt find ur faq so imma just request something so if somethings wrong just ignore this!! could you do a prompt or hc of what midori, fujimoto and Yukimura are like when they’re jealous (with neutral s/o pls :D) :0″

I hope this is to your liking, honey! Also again I will be editing my blog more so that the faq is accessible on the mobile site

Feel free to drop me any requests as they are currently open!

#aoharu x machinegun #aoharu x kikanjuu #axk #anime #asks #requests #fujimoto takatora #midori nagamasa #yukimura tooru #thank you bb #funky-mebe

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