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simpxxstan · 2 years

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Got My Number (pjm one-shot)

pairing: jimin x reader, ft. jin

genre: slice of life, pwp, angst, smut, infidelity au

summary: you married your husband because your parents asked you to. and it’s not like you don’t love him. it’s just that, you want more sometimes. and who better to provide this, than your fuckbuddy from college, who is also your husband’s colleague?

word count: 3.3k

rating: 18+

warning: explicit sexual content, infidelity, y/n is cheating on her husband, fwb in the past, masturbation, slight phone seduction, soft dom!jimin, jimin uses pet names for y/n, jimin has a daddy kink, oral (f. receiving).

a/n: this is for the bingo square “Jimin x Jin” in the Bangtan Writing Bingo event “That Thing You Do”, organised by @bangtanwritingbingo. inspired by monsta x’s song, “got my number”. can't believe how fast i wrote this fic. i just wish i could finish all my wips at this speed! although i hope that the speed hasn't resulted in this being absolute trash. idk but i feel like jimin would so perfectly fit this role! PLEASE lemme know your feedback! it means so much to me that you read this, and if you enjoyed please let me know! it's the best motivation :)

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Jin had been away for more than two months now. His business trips never seemed to end, and this one had been the longest till date. You had always know that he was a busy man, but this was quite unbearable. Especially since it had been merely eight months since your wedding. It was an arranged marriage, but you and Jin had known each other since childhood. You expected a little more effort from him. But it was all in vain.

It had been an unspoken thing between your and Jin’s families that you two were destined to marry when you grew up. And to be honest, you did not have a problem with that. Ever since Jin had built a sand castle with you at the age of four, you had loved him. He had been a constant friend, who you could get drunk with at 4 am in the morning. Although you two had moved in respective circles- especially with him taking after his mother’s business, and you had moved into the world of photography- you had never lost contact. You’d never had a boyfriend either- at least one that lasted long. Your relationships had been largely physical, perhaps because you always attracted the wrong tye of man and seemed to weirdly not notice his red flags until it was too late. And you knew that Jin, being always busy in his work, did not have time for relationships.

So when, on your 28th birthday, your mother asked you to marry Jin, you could not refuse her. Neither did Jin have any issues. It was quite smooth, the wedding, moving in together and living together.

Especially because he was away almost half the time.

You’d always known that Jin was attractive, and although you were too shy to admit, you had always had a tiny crush on him. When you were twelve and he was fourteen- you both faced changes in your body at the same time. Your menstrual cycle began, your hips grew wider defining your body shape as an hourglass figure, and your breasts swelling; while Jin grew taller in a rapid growth spurt, his shoulders broadening, and his voice becoming deeper over the passage of a few months. No wonder that you had been unable to keep your eyes off each other during the summer break when you were fifteen years old. You were in awe of how handsome he was becoming, as was he of how beautiful you were now.

There was one tipsy kiss on the beach that summer. After your first kiss, you had shyly moved away from him, giggling, and that had turned out to be your last kiss with him for the next thirteen years, as you two hardly met after that.

But now that he was back in close proximity, you could feel that crush blooming in you again. Especially when he cooked breakfast for you and brought it to you in bed before he left for work. Especially when he would wake up with bed hair and the most prominent morning wood, but he would try to hide it from you. Especially when your cuddles in bed became a little too risque for the both of you to handle.

But Jin always drew the line, leaving you frustrated and wanting more. It would be just one kiss on your forehead before leaving for work. It would be just a subtle hand on the small of your back when you would be outside. It would be just a back hug when you did the dishes. It would be just spooning in bed, fully clothed and him snoring within a minute, too exhausted from work.

He was the reason why you were sexually frustated, and lying in your bed staring up at the ceiling, knowing that you need him, someone, to relieve this awkward tension your entrie body had been in for last eight months. The last time you had slept with someone was a whole year ago, and since then, your body has received no escape. You knew there was no point calling Jin, he was busy in a meeting as he had informed you two hours ago. You finished drinking two glasses of wine, the next one would leave you drunk. You danced to your favourite songs and sang in the karaoke. But nothing was helping. You knew a vibrator wouldn’t help- the last time you had tried it, it had given a less than average experience, and you wanted, no needed more.

But who could give you that more right now, without you breaking your marriage vows to Jin?

Your mind wandered to one person. In fact, your mind had been wandering to him for the past few days, ever since you had met him again at a work dinner, after several years.

Park Jimin.

After graduating from college, you had no idea what your former fuckbuddy had been up to. You two hadn’t kept in touch. But seeing him here, in a three piece slate grey suit, his black hair gelled back, and dangling earrings on both his delicate ears, was quite a surprise for you. A pleasant one, for sure. When you had leaned in to shake his hand, as you were, afterall, in a formal setting, you could smell the typical perfume he always wore and the cold silver rings on his fingers. However, when he smiled at you with his eyes, you instantly knew that he had recognised you. You smiled back at him, as you sat down next to him.

It was an enjoyable evening to say the least although you generally hated work dinners. But with Park Jimin next to you, you were a little too happy for your own liking.

“I heard you’ve gotten married, Y/N.” He whispers to you, which the others cannot hear because the din at the restaurant is too loud, and you both don’t seem keen to let others know that you know each other. “To Jin?” You look at him with a surprised expression. You and Jin had hardly made any public appearances together, nor had you had a very big wedding. How did Jimin know?

“Yes…, but how do you know?”

He chuckles. “Jin’s my colleague and quite a close friend. You probably don’t know, but I work for his company too. Just different departments.” “Oh.” You gasped. Jimin smirked at you, his infamous smirk that had attracted you to him the first night you had met at a party. “Have you changed your number?” He asked, nonchalantly. “Umm, yeah.” “Can I have your new number?”

Fuck, he was still as flirty as he was that day. It was the same thing- even the same words. You couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to flirt with you, a married woman, wife of his colleague, wife of his friend. Or maybe this wasn’t flirting, it was just him being informal and nice to you.

You gave him your new number, believing the second possibility to be more plausible.

Until he texted you later in the night, “It was nice seeing you after all these years, baby girl. Maybe we can catch up more, later, over a glass of wine?”

Suddenly everything seemed different.

It seemed unfriendly to not respond nicely to him, but one conversation became two, and two became four, and slowly you were talking to him almost every day. And the more you talked to home, the more flirtatious and smooth he became. It reminded of his behaviour with you in college, and although you never met him again after that night, you were often disturbed with thoughts of how Jimin would react to you wearing something, or doing your hair in a certain way. You’d often compare how Seokjin’s kisses felt, and how Jimin’s kisses used to feel. You knew you should not compare. But somehow, your mind did it unconsciously. Unconsciously, on those nights when you would wish Jin would be a little more bolder, you kept going back to how good Jimin would make you feel, how bold he would be although the two of you were just friends with benefits, how he would be able to read your mind and know exactly what you needed without you even saying it.

Tonight was a night like that. You knew that Jimin would be able to give you what you want. And judging from his texts, which were highly suggestive and flirty as was his usual nature, you’d think he would want to give you want you wanted too.

Just then, your phone lit up with a text. You opened it, and saw that it was a text from Jimin. “I’m watching something that reminds me of you.” And there was a picture after that. Curious, you clicked on it.

It was a still from the first movie that the two of you had watched together. You remembered clearly how that night had ended. He had eaten you out for the first time.

Surely, this was a signal. Surely, what you were about to do was right.

As soon as you called, he picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Jimin…” Your voice had unknowingly become deeper, and you could hear him shuffle and move about, noticing the change in the mood.

“What’s up, baby girl?”

“Jimin, I need an answer from you.”

“Hmm…?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

He pauses. When he speaks, you can hear him smirking. “Were you thinking of the same thing I was when I sent you the picture?”

“Jimin, I don’t know if this is correct.”

“What?”

“What we’re doing?”

“What are we doing?”

You pause. Thinking about it, you were actually doing nothing except talking to an old friend. Then why did you feel so guilty?

“What do you want to do, Y/N? Were you thinking about me? Do you do that often?” His voice became increasingly smooth and seductive, his satoori accent beautiful and his tone swoon-worthy. “Jimin…, what do you want me to say?” “The truth, of course.” You falter. “Yes. I was thinking about you.” “Then why are you so shy?” He teases, “Tell me, how were you thinking about me?” His voice is too deep now for your core to not rumble. You’re already getting wet in your panties, and you put your free hand down to feel just how wet you were.

“Jimin, I… I miss your touch.”

“Hmmm… is Jin being too stuck-up as usual?”

You nod, “Yes! He always leaves me… I don’t know… wanting more? He doesn’t touch me like I want him to. Like I need him to.”

“Do you want me to help you?” His voice is now perfectly seductive, and the offer too tempting.

“But…”

“Where are your fingers right now?” You gasp, but Jimin’s hit the jackpot. Your fingers were unconsciously rubbing over your clothed clit in an effort to relieve the ache. “Do you want me to come over?” He asks when you don’t respond.

“Can you?”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes, baby girl. Till then, you may touch yourself, but don’t you dare come. Daddy’s gonna show you how to come.”

You’re speechless when he hangs up the call. At the end, you could hear him change into his dominating voice, the voice he would always use with you, and that left you craving for more.

You kept touching yourself, pushing your panties down with your other hand, and sliding in a finger to see just how wet you were. When your finger came out covered in slick, you were shocked to see that Jimin still had the same effect on you as he used to… before you were married. But right now, you had no time for moral dilemmas. You needed Jimin.

True to his word, Jimin arrives in ten minutes. When you go to unlock the door, he sees you half naked, and you see him standing in his black leather jacket, black shirt and pants. “Baby…” He steps in and you instantly lean in to kiss him. He holds you by the hips and kisses you fervently. You suck in his cherry pink lips, having missed them forever, as he bites your own lips. “You taste so good.” You whisper to him. He breaks the kiss and looks at you, a glint in his eyes. “I know, doll.” With that, he picks you up on his shoulder and heads straight to the bedroom, dropping you csrefully on the bed. He leans over you, kissing your neck, as you warn him, “Don’t leave hickeys, please!”

“Why? Jin’s not in town.”

“But… I don’t wanna risk it.” He shrugs, “Okay.” But he continues to suck at your pulse point, leaving you squirming and moaning under him.

His teeth nip at your collar bones, before going down to the valley of your breasts. Your loose night shirt allows him space, but he wants more. He tugs off the shirt from your body, revealing your bare breasts as you were sleeping without a bra. Wordlessly, he begins to suck on your nipples, as you whine, ”Jimin-aah!” He always knew that your nipples were your specific sensitive spot, but tonight, his attack was brutal as he used his lips, tongue and teeth to leave your nipples hard as rock.

All this was leaving you quite breathless, but your core was still untouched. You whispered to him, “Jim- aah! I’ve not come, as you- oh fuck!- asked me to… but I’m wet and ready for you- ugh!- daddy!” He stops his ministrations on your breasts to look up at you with hooded eyes.

“Is that so, baby girl?” You nod eagerly, before moving forward to take off his jacket and t-shirt. When he is shirtless before you, you touch his abs, which are still as well-defined as they were when he was twenty years old. But he hardly gives you any time, as he swoops down to your core, and gently kisses the folds of your most sensitive area. You instantly shiver and moan, as even his soft touch is too much for your touch-starved body.

He begins by licking the folds, trying to pry into your pussy with his smooth and skilled tongue as much as possible, before putting his fingers into your pussy, without any warning. He holds you down with one hand, while your hands are tangled in his hair. His fingers may not be as long as Jin’s fingers, but the cold rings on them provided a mind-blowing sensation that had you drooling for him. “Daddy, please let me come!” You were so close although he had just begun thrusting two fingers into you. As he smirked, you wash his fingers over with your climax.

Silence spreads in the room again as your breath becomes stable after your high, while he gently suckled and licked away all the cum from your pussy. It overstimulates you, pushing you to the edge again, when you abruptly yank his head away and say, “Please, I need you inside me, daddy.” He only laughs at your sudden demand, before kissing you on your lips softly again.

“The best is yet to come, baby.”

He sits up, unbuttoning his pants. Although the tight leather fabric leaves very little to imagination, you still drool thinking of his dick. It had filled you up in a way no one else had been able to, with the girth only he could provide, and his exceptional skills.

When he takes down his underwear, leaving him naked too, and his cock upright, you can only stare at it, before touching it gently with your fingers. Your touch is soft enough to make him swoon, but he wants none of this softness. He takes it in his own hand, rolling a condom over it, before saying to you, “Sit on me, baby.” With that, he sits back on the headboard, leaning behind, as you position yourself right on top of him. Your sweaty bodies slide against each other as you align yourself on top of his dick, its pink head already leaking. “That’s right baby girl, now let me see you bounce on it.” You gently slide down on him, before sitting up and bouncing back down on it. It’s euphoric and you begin to pick up your pace.

As he watches your tits bounce into his face, his tongue alternating from licking your neck to your nipples, you keep your eyes closed because the sensation is too good. After one point, you can’t bounce on him anymore, as your high nears but he takes over and begins thrusting into you.

“How does it feel fucking your husband’s colleague, huh? How does it feel fucking your ex-fuckbuddy in his bedroom, when he’s away?” you whimper at his words, which turn you on beyond control. He holds your hips and pushes into you with more force.

“You seem to be enjoying this too much, aren’t you? Do you want to do this often, huh?” You nod your head, as your eyes lock with his. He’s also groaning at the speed but the two of you keep going, until you both come together.

Panting, he gently pulls out of you, although you still lie on top of him. He removes the condom, and throws it away into the dustbin next to your bed.

You’re too exhausted to move. You haven’t had it this rough in a year now, and you’re speechless after the orgasm.

“How do you feel, baby?” You can only look at him, and smile. He smiles back at you, his teeth revealed in a beautiful angelic smile. You’re amazed at his duality yet again.

“I’m sleepy, Jimin-ah…” you mumble, as you roll off him and lie down next to him in a puddle. “Then, let me clean you up.” He gets up and walks to the washroom to get a wet towel. But you don’t know this, nor how he smiles at your sleeping figure, nor how he wraps the blanket around you, and puts on his clothes and walks away from the house at midnight. You’re too deep asleep.

The next morning, when sunshine pours in from the windows, you wake up with a smile, although you don’t yet remember why. When it does strike you, you instantly jolt up, searching for the man. But you remember how he would disappear in the morning even when you fucked in college. Huh, you smile. Old habits die hard.

You pick up your phone to see the notifications and find two texts. The first is from Jin, “Good morning, princess! I’m eating hot dogs for breakfast again today, and frankly now I’m bored. But the coffee is great! I’ll call you later, okie? Bye!” you smile at the affectionate text, but the text just below that sends your mind reeling into guilt and doubts.

It was from Jimin.

“That was great, baby girl. Thank you for having me over. If you wanna do that again some day, just remember that you got my number.”

#park jimin #bts fanfiction #bts smut #jimin pwp #bts fanfic #bts #fanfiction #romance #smut #jimin #bts jimin #jimin fanfic #jimin smut #got my number #jimin x reader #btsbingo2022

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tired-yashika-core · 11 months

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ek "if you need someone, you got my number" vala ladka toh mai bhi deserve karti hu

#kpop #got my number #monsta x #desiblr #desi tag #desi academia #desi dark academia #desi #desi girl #desi tumblr #desi things #rant

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badolmen · 9 months

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People against piracy fail to realize that no, I can’t just ‘buy it.’ They stopped making DVDs and Blu-Rays. They’re barely offering digital copies for download. I am not spending money I could use for food or bills to pay for a subscription service just so I can always have access to a beloved piece of media. Especially not when the service will remove media on a whim without concern for how the loss of access to that piece will make its artistic conservation nigh impossible.

For example, I recently learned that Disney+ had an original film called Crater. It’s scifi, family friendly, and seems cool - I would love to buy it as a holiday gift for my little brother! But: it’s exclusive to D+ and THEY REMOVED IT LITERALLY MONTHS AFTER ITS RELEASE.

The ONLY way I can directly access this film is through piracy. The ONLY available ‘copies’ of this film are hosted on piracy websites. Disney will NEVER release it in theaters, or as something to buy, and it may NEVER return to the streaming service. It will be LOST because we aren’t allowed to purchase it for personal viewing. If I can’t pay to own it, I won’t pay for the privilege of losing it when corporate decides to put it in a vault.

So yes, I’m going to pirate and support piracy.

#ra speaks #piracy #media piracy #pirate to make hondo ohnaka proud #obligatory ‘don’t fucking pirate small authors/artists works wtf dude’ statement.#anyone who’s seen my media bitching before knows I’m a hype man for indie films this ain’t about them #this is about corporate streaming services killing physical media bc sales numbers are less impressive than number of streams #edit: USAmericans stop telling me to buy DVDs and blurays at Walmart. think outside your borders for a hot sec. fun thought exercise.#your experiences are not universal #edit: WHO GOT THIS TO 100k. I JUST WANT TO TALK (this post is my second to hit 100k woahg.)#in other news: fix your fucking posture. drink some fucking water. and go the fuck to bed if it’s late bc it’s for me rn. peace and light.

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nineherbscharm · 8 months

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you just got a new job. choose your boss

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20

21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30

#made the numbers bigger to make them easier to click #rodya.txt #i closed my eyes and got hunter biden. btw

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sporesgalaxy · 14 days

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i shouldnt be at the club i should be at a monastery. illuminating texts and shit

#i feel like some number of historical monks and nuns ive read about just sort of got to publish controversial philosphy and opinions.#wish that could be me. if i could dedicate 10 hours a day to backing up my weird opinions you wouldnt know what hit you #adddna

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cinary · 8 months

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I'm curious how many times an avarage person (or as close as a tumblr user can get to being one) has been on a plane so tell me

A trip one way counts as 1 time, so if you flew somewhere and then came back (for example to and from a different country on a holiday) then that counts as two trips because you boarded the plane twice. I have decided to do it this way because I have traveled one way by plane and came back by train a few times and I guess some of you probably did that too.

Also! If you can tell me in the tags how many times you traveled by plane and which country you're from I'd be very grateful! I'm curious if there is any difference depending on a size of a country/continent you're from.

#Plane #Traveling #I'm at an airport right now waiting for my flight and I just got curious what is an avarage number #Polls #My poll

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realjediverse · 10 months

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Kim Petras "Feed the Beast" is Out Now!

Kim Petras’ debut studio album, Feed the Beast, is out today, June 23, 2023. The album is a collection of pop and dance songs that explore themes of love, heartbreak, and hedonism. It is filled with sex-positive lyrics on many of its songs. Petras has been teasing the album for months, and fans have been eagerly awaiting its release. The album has already received positive reviews from critics,…

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#Feed the Beast #Future Starts Now #Got My Number #I Don&039;t Want It at All #Icy #Kim Petras

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inkskinned · 6 months

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love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

#writeblr #warm up #ps edited so it is more clear where “half” of men is coming from:#15% literally don't even touch water #an ADDITIONAL 35% ''wash'' by just running their hands under water WITHOUT SOAP #15+35 =50%#like that is not washing ur hands. go back and use soap #btw the numbers for women are 4% never washing and 15% ''just water''#which is still gross but like. sooo much better yikes #ps i know we're all gay on this site but watching ppl ''correct'' my math on this has been wild #i have a learning disability im genuinely bad at math so i check EVERY time someone corrects me #but no they're just confidently wrong.....#182 hours is a week babes. 182/24 (number of hours in a day) is ~7.6 #that's where i got that number from. also from rent we know there's 168 hours in a week.#ALSO btw if u read this and ur response is ''men are also struggling rn tho'' like babe you missed the point of it tho #this doesn't even make fun of men it's legit just pointing out that bigotry against women isn't founded #in anything men actually CARE about . like they don't actually CARE about ''being clean'' when they make fun of armpit hair #or they would be WASHING THEIR HANDS.#men pretend to be rollin' in cash and Apex Predators and instead they are trained to be lazy and unwilling to act in emergencies #i have never and will never make fun of men for asking for more support on important topics like DV and mental health.#this is so clearly not about men; it's about how common just being plainly misogynistic has become.#like they don't try to hide it anymore.

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cayliecoltrane · 1 month

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quick lil ETHOwO redraw

#guys whgat the fuck was with todays video.#so much goofiness and at the end we got IRL PHOTO NUMBER 2 LIKE WHATTTTTTT #etho <3 #hc etho #hermitcraft #ethoslab #hermitcraft etho #ethoslab fanart #ethos lab #i just think hes neat #he is so chronically offline #also i played two shows this weekend and they were awesome #i live in new york and i did the math and according to my calculations 🤓🤓 2.6 of my followers live in the nyc area #so maybe next time i have a show ill post about it and 2.6 of my tumblr followers will show up????? ethUwU?? 🥺🥺🥺

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itsthislake · 4 months

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“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver.

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY ACE!!

Support me on ko-fi! ♥

#happy birthday ace!#portgas d ace #fire fist ace #monkey d luffy #one piece sabo #sabo is here in spirit for the most part #one piece #one piece comic #op fanart #lake's art #something something the duty of an older brother #man i almost got this done in time lmao #i love Mary Oliver's poems so much you've no idea #the summer day is like my third favorite poem ever i think #i finally learned how to draw fire for this lol #love the cowboy hat. hate to draw the cowboy hat #do not repost #lmao i just noticed i put the wrong number in the bounty. it's supposed to be 30.000.000 not 300.000.000

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ciearcab · 2 months

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baseball scribbles…. save me wolfwood in a jersey … save me …

#trigun #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash the stampede #trigun baseball au #<—- ???? idk if we have a tag for it #thinking ALWAYS of the baseball au #every day of my life i wish it got more attention #musing on my priv earlier about jersey numbers… 05 for vash for ship 5 ofc #ww was harder to pick but i think 02 for december being the second city is good enough #yes wolfwoods the catcher no i didn’t wanna draw the protective gear <3

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witchofthemidlands · 5 months

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Me watching Midnight for the first time aged 8:

Me watching Wild Blue Yonder for the first time aged 24:

#apart from the last five minutes of course 🥹#the second i saw him i started sobbing #fourtenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #midnight #wild blue yonder #doctor who #whoniverse #dw spoilers #i got the number wrong i was eight i cant see the right numbers for the life of me #this is why i failed my maths

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prettyboybun · 9 months

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I am genuinely always thinking about being one of a pair of subs. I'm the obedient bunny, he's the bratty puppy.

Our dom has us kneel for him in the living room after having teased us all day. "Alright, listen, sweet things. I know you're all riled up for me, but I need to go to the store. When I get back, I'll use you both properly, okay?"

We nod, my pup partner squirming already, wiggling his hips. Our dom continues, "You are NOT to touch yourselves until I get back. Got it?"

I nod sweetly, and get my hair ruffled affectionately in return. My sub partner, on the other hand, bites his lip with a glint in his eye, nodding slowly. You could almost hear the cogs turning. Our dom partner gives him a look, but inevitably ruffles his hair as well. "Okay. I'll be back soon, I promise."

We sit still and kneel in the living room until the front door closes and we hear him driving away. Suddenly, my partner pounces on top of me. He's already rutting against my thigh and pressing kisses all over my face and neck.

"B-But," I gasp, "Sir, he said to- He wants us to-"

"I know, baby boy, but I need you so bad right now, he's not gonna have to know," He says, against my neck, "You like this, don't you?"

I groan, "Yes, of course I do, I want you so bad... but I wanna be good for sir..."

"Just don't touch yourself, sweetheart. That's what he said, right? Don't touch yourselves? I'm sure that means I can touch you."

I ponder it for a little bit. Eventually, I nod, biting my lip. I'm still unsure if this is going against sir's wishes, but feeling my puppy boyfriend rutting against me, lips on my neck... It just feels too good after a whole morning of teasing and denial.

Puppy leans up and whispers in my ear, "Good boy." I shiver, hairs standing on end.

I let him manhandle me roughly into the position he wants, which turns out to be frotting our tdicks together. I'm laying on the floor, pinned, whimpering, feeling a little guilty at technically disobeying, but mostly lost in the pleasure.

My puppy looks down at me and says, "Don't cum, either, bunny. You have to wait til sir gets back for that one, definitely."

I nod, breathless. Then I open my eyes and look at him questioningly, "What about you?"

He smirks and rakes his claws down the center of my chest, leaving four pretty red scratches. I moan, and he says, "I can take whatever he's gonna dish. Don't you worry your pretty little head- After all, who's making the rules right now?"

I whimper, "Y-You, sir."

"Good boy."

We stay like that, him roughly grinding into me as I whine and moan beneath him. Eventually, though, the door opens, and I gasp and try to squirm out of my puppy's grip. We weren't supposed to still be playing when he got back. But puppy isn't relenting, he's still rocking his hips sharply against me.

"What do we have here?" Our dom says, a little amused. He surely would have guessed this would happen.

Puppy grunts as he continues grinding on me, "Welcome back, sir." I look at him and he's looking him dead in the eyes, smirking.

"Oh, puppy. Just couldn't wait, could you?" Sir sets down the grocery bags on a table, and walks over and picks pup off me with ease.

I start scrambling to sit up, but my dom presses his boot to my chest and gently lays me back down. "Still, bun, stay here. Let me deal with our boy and then I'll be back for you, okay?" I nod, looking up at him with soft eyes. "There's a good boy."

For a little while, behind me, I hear struggling, teasing, and soft moans. Then, my dom comes back over to me and lifts me up into his arms, walking us over to his armchair. This is when I see that our puppy is tied up spread open on the couch, gagged, but noticeably drippy and empty. Sir sits me down in his chair on his lap, facing puppy.

"Spread your legs, bunny," He murmurs into my ear. I do as he asks immediately, earning a quiet, "Good boy..." In response.

I turn my head to look at him and start saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to disobey, I-"

He shushes me, petting my hair, "Oh, bunny, that's not your fault. I know you need touched, puppy just decided that it was his responsibility to do so. Isn't that right, pup?"

Puppy says something in snarky defiance, surely, muffled against his gag. "Exactly. I know you're my good boy, bun. That's why I'm gonna overstimulate you on my lap right now while your pup watches and can't do anything about it." My eyes widen, starry. I see that sir is smirking at puppy. Our pup squirms and growls against his bonds.

I lean back against our dom's chest, also looking at puppy as I begin to have my tdick touched, softly at first. Then, he applies pressure, making me moan quietly. Teasingly, he uses his fingers to spread my bunnycunt open on display at pup.

"Doesn't he look so pretty like this, puppy?" At this point, our pup is ravenously trying to get out of his bonds, but he's tied up too tightly. Sir adopts a fake pity tone as he says, "Aw, I know, puppy. You just wanna use him so bad, don't you?"

Sir plunges a finger inside me and curls it, making me gasp and moan loudly, "That's it, good bunny. Let every sound out, I want him to hear how good I make you feel."

I do as he asks, making obscene sounds as his fingers fuck in and out of me, thumb circling my tdick. He growls gently in my ear, "You need to tell me when you're close, okay, bunny?"

"I- um- I'm close sir, so close for you, sir," I babble, already feeling so overwhelmed with sensation.

"Cum for us, bunny. Cum all over my fingers." I clench down and shudder, crying out and cumming all over his hand. He doesnt take his fingers out, but he gives me a little bit of time to breathe before he starts fucking me again.

Eventually, I cum the same way again. Then a third, and a fourth time, stacking them back to back against each other. After I've cum five times, I'm absolutely spent. He takes his fingers out, cleans them off, and pets my hair and shoulders, letting me slump against him bonelessly.

Our puppy has given up on getting out of his restraints, but he's whining softly, looking at us with big eyes. Sir motions for me to kneel down on the floor, and I do so, a little slumped.

He walks over to puppy and plays with his dripping hole as he says, "Good boy, good puppy. You took that so well, I know that was difficult. Are you ready for your reward?" Puppy nods, frantically. "Come here, bunny, kneel in front of him."

I happily crawl over, kneeling in front of my pup, smiling softly at him. Sir takes his gag out and says, "Tell him what you want, pup. Nicely, if you would, our boy is a little overwhelmed as you might imagine."

"Pl... Please suck my tdick, bunny."

I oblige, glad to have him down my throat. He throws his head back and moans as I start to flick my tongue. Sir teases his nipples for a while, watching me service him. "Such good boys, both of you. You're both so good for me, I'm so proud of you, so proud to be your owner."

Eventually, sir takes my head and starts fucking my mouth on puppy's dick. Puppy moans louder than ever, babbling about how good it feels, thanking us both. Sir fucks my throat on it harder, growling, "That's it. Take it, take it, both of you."

I moan into his tdick, sending loud vibrations straight through him. Puppy jerks his hips up in time with my mouth bobbing on him, crying out, "Sir, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, puppy, cum down his throat," I can hear sir whisper in his ear. Pup cums explosively down my throat, covering my face in it.

Sir gently pulls my head off, as I stare off in a subspace daze. Puppy is panting, as our dom makes quick work of untying him, "Good boys. You're both so good for me, took that all so well."

He lies puppy back on the couch against him, and motions for me to lay on him as well. I jump up, eager to get snuggled after all that intense play, and he chuckles sweetly at me. Sir pets my hair when I get nestled into his embrace, "Good boy, there you go. Much better, love having both my sweet boys in my arms."

Puppy leans up to kiss me gently on the forehead. They both keep praising me and each other, and I deliver slurred praise back where I can, eventually drifting off peacefully in their safe embrace.

#☀️overstim #☀️bunny #dom thoughts in this post brought to you by 💡- subby stuff is me rhfnbdmsbdkjd #☀️pubby #☀️mine #☀️bound #☀️displayed #☀️group #sorry for how fuckimg LONG this got holy shit #anyways this has been my number 1 fantasy for SO LONG.... it's insane how long this has been in my brain #(and um. likewise how often the system plays with this concept for ourselves. esp with me ⚡️ & 💡)

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