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#he pink! so cute i lov <3
quackshley · 1 year
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Commission for NagaKip on twitter! I got to draw petey Yipeeeee!!!!!!!
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moumouton4 · 8 months
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hihi! i love your writing! this is my first time requesting but could you do hcs of the kamaboko squad (idk if that includes genya but genya as well) with holding hands/pda? fluffflufffluff :))
have a nice day <3
Hand Holding And Pda Hc || Demon Slayers character x reader
Including : Genya Shinazugawa, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agastuma, Inosuke Hashibira
A/n : Hello love I hope you're gonna love this one ✨ I genuinely didn't know who was part of the Kamaboko so I checked and took only the characters I know I write good hopefully 😂
Warning : None fluff fluff fluff, no mention of gender for reader
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Word count : 1443
Genya Shinazugawa :
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Bro is literally flustered as hell when he sees you from afar… so imagine if you were holding his hand or displaying affection in public 😳😱
The first time you grabbed his hand in your he jumped 452187762 meters away, his face was red as a bottle of ketchup ( yeah so American )
It takes him a lot of time not to have a nose bleed anymore when you’re holding hands. He manages to look casual after 6 months or so
His face is still red-ish or pink but he always has a big smile plastered on his face. His hand are moist though ( I mean mine too it’s the anxiety )
He loves it though. The feeling of having your smaller hand in his bigger one feels like he can protect you. And everyone knows that it’s important to him
For the pda I think that at first he is cautious about it
He wants to look strong in front of everyone, especially his older brother and he doesn’t want people to see him this weak for you
So he tries to avoid anything of the sort at first
He pulls you in quickly for a kiss when no one is looking or he hold your hand under the table
But then I think he softens, or maybe he has enough to hide his love. He emerges from the personality he borrowed from his brother and asserts himself ( I don’t know anything about what happens after what was shown in the anime so no spoilers please )
Of course kissing you publicly is emotionally tiring when he feels the gaze of his brother on his back or someone else teasing him… or whining about how cute his partner looks cough cough Zenitsu
But at the end, like everything else he manages like a pro
When you’re about to sit he pulls you on his lap instead
“Come here. I’m far more comfortable than the ground”
His arm is often draped around your shoulders and in the evening around your waist
Quick neck kisses because your neck is so soft and appetizing and he wants to bite you
You discover that he is kinda possessive and that even if at first he was flustered about the thought of pda. Now it seems that he likes to make sure that people know that you’re his and he is yours
Though kiss him out of the blue and he is going to react as if it was the first time
< error404 > Genya.exe.stopped.functioning
Tanjiro Kamado :
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This dude is made of love - like in the Powerpuff Girl but for him Professor X just used Lov
He always makes sure you’re comfortable when he is touching you.
But when he is sure you are well he doesn’t hold back
His fingers are always intertwined with yours as he holds your hand. They are a bit rough but he hopes you don’t mind
For him it’s a reminder of your connection to everyone, not that he cares but he loves you so much he wants other to know as well
His thumb always rubs circles on the back of your hand. He does this to soothe you when he senses that you’re feeling tense. But most of times it’s mindlessly
Concerning pda, well he doesn’t care if people stare or stuff - he wouldn’t notice it anyways. His focus is always on you
“Your skin is softer than the usual Pumpkin. Did you change something in your routine ?”
But man is a classic and he isn’t going to have you sitting on his lap
in the middle of the day. Or his tongue doing the washing machine in your mouth
But he gives you a lot of sweet pecks. And sometimes it’s several pecks in a row. His eyes always end up sparkling
Neck kisses… I think he is too pure for that. Or maybe he keeps his cards close to his chest
But everyday you have your amount of forehead kisses, cheek kisses and shoulder kisses ?!? Zenitsu always whine that if he had such a partner he wouldn’t be kissing the shoulder first
Though when comes the evening and the night his kisses and touches becomes more daring than in the middle of the afternoon
Yeah you heard me right. There are some evenings when you find yourself straddling his lap and kissing him. You wonder where your classic boyfriend disappeared
Zenitsu Agatsuma :
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Ahah he LIVES for physical contacts with you. Give him hand holding HE TAKES. Give him pda OH YEAH HE TAKES
He is stuck to you. You can’t pull him away. No one can
What ? An hashira wants to speak in private with you for an upcoming mission ? He is going to stay
It seems that he can’t live without you
And if you manage to pull him off, he is going to whine whine whine. So you don’t. But he is so cute so must of time you don’t mind
You’re his pacifier lmao. In every ways you could think about
His hands are hyperactive. One moment he is holding you then, then a sec after he is rubbing his thumb over it, then he is intertwining your fingers, then he is rubbing your shoulder, then it somehow lands on your thigh while he leans into you…
Then he plays with your hair… a lot… maybe too much. Then he asks you to play with his, then as you start he cries saying you haven’t thought about it by yourself because you don’t love him as much… J E E Z
“Y/n-chaaaan can you pet my hair like this ?” he’d do it on you first to show you the exact motion
He lives for pda. He isn’t jealous but he is very needy. And he needs people to see that you’re taking care of him. So most of the time you’re the one having to display more affection. Not that you mind here too
Sometimes his hands wander to much and your have to hit - gently - the back of his head or pinch his cheek
If he gets too excited you surprise him with something. Maybe a long and slow kiss or a French kiss 😉 or by pulling him on your lap. He gets so flustered that his shut his mouth and stop moving in case he does or says something that would make you stop
When the night comes Tanjiro and Inosuke, or a friend hashira literally have to knock him out to make him lose his grip on you
(( I must add that he knows you don’t mind because if so.. well no that’s Zenitsu anyways.. ))
Inosuke Hashibira :
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First he doesn’t hold your hand
Well he did it once and it was just to show you how smaller your hand was compared to him meaning that you were weaker and that he needed to protect you. And that was basically it
He likes to hold your arm. When you’re sitting down. When you’re walking as well. It just feels stronger than holding hands
And it’s also a way to warn others that you’re his and not to take anymore
Talking about this he doesn’t know what pda is. But he knows that you belong to him and this is all that matters to him
Though it’s not always easy when he is running after people to fight them. Or when he wears his boar mask. How to say that… it stinks
But even on the rare times he doesn’t wear it, showing affection isn’t inborn for him
Like once you tried to kiss him and he stepped back thinking you were trying to eat him… ?!?
You explained that you just wanted to give him a kiss. but when he looked at you dumbfounded you showed him by kissing the back of your hand. Then you asked him if he wanted to try and kiss your cheek
He did. It was sloppy. But something clicked inside of him and he understood somehow the meaning behind it
“Is that another way of marking you as mine ?”
And since you said yes he never dropped the habit. He kissed you the first time he sees you in a day, before leaving for a task, when he return, when the night comes… and when Zenitsu gets a tad bit too close for his liking
He stays his hot headed self most of the time but when he is with you he gets a little softer. And when he gets sleepy he is drags you to cuddle with him while he takes a nap
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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍝🍢 Again my requests are open 🥗🧀
Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff
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haee-elia · 6 months
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spence-tober: day 3 - florist
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pairing: florist!spencer reid x fem!reader
summary: in which you are having a rather down day and you go to buy flowers to cheer yourself up
word count: 1539
warnings: none, just lots of fluff and a meet cute
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It had been an absolutely dreadful day at work. It was one of those days where it wasn’t just a singular thing that made you want to rip out your hair from your head. It wasn’t even one of those days where everything went wrong. 
You had just woke up and slept through your first alarm, having to rush through your morning routine and barely made it in time for work where every single little thing seemed to add to your annoyance and grate on your nerves.
You were extremely glad to be done with the work day and was hoping for a quiet, indulgent night in where you would watch your guilty pleasure show in your apartment with the ultimate girl dinner and dessert to go with it. 
It was these times where you were happy that you didn’t own a car. You didn’t particularly need one living in D.C. and although it was a little unbearable to walk in the heat of the summer, these walks home from work definitely helped you unwind from the stressful day.
You could tell your mood was already lifting just from the nice cool early evening air and the nice surroundings of your route to home. 
Perhaps thats why you decided to randomly enter a colorful shop which you assumed sold flowers by the display around the shopfront. 
The windows in the front were filled to the brim with different flora and the lighting was warm yet not too bright for your eyes after the tiring day. Buckets and baskets of flowers filled the space around the store in a neat yet controlled chaos look. The counter was decorated with different arranged bouquets and had various books on different flora on it.  
There was also no one behind the counter. 
You doubled back and checked the door again. It was unlocked and the lights in the shop were still on and there was no sign to show that it was closed, so you shrugged to yourself and wandered about the shop, looking at the different flowers and arrangements.
A coughing noise sounded behind you while you were thumbing the petals of a beautiful set of poppies. You turned your head at the noise and hadn’t realized that the shopkeep had returned from a backroom and stood at the counter now.
“Oh hello,” You say shyly, feeling as though you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have, “The door was open,” You say gesturing to the said front entrance behind you, “I didn’t see a sign to say that you’re closed.”
The man behind the counter couldn’t have been but a few years older than you perhaps. His hair was a little messy, but didn’t have the length to go over his eyes. It was just above his ears. You noted that his face was incredibly chiseled and his lips were rather pink. You admitted in your mind that he was in fact, rather handsome. 
He smiled at you, “No worries. I was just about to close, but feel free to look around.” He explains, he shows you a sign on the top of the counter, one that he had just brought out from somewhere else. It was one of those signs you flipped back and forth between ‘open’ and ‘closed’.  It was on a chalkboard and had small designs of flowers decorated around the words. 
You shook your head, “Oh, no.” You say, embarrassed that you were keeping this man from leaving, “I don’t want to keep you from going home.” You say, bashfully.
He shakes his head as well, “It’s totally fine. It’s, uh, my shop.” He explains, “And I just live upstairs so you’re fine.” He assures.
“My name’s Spencer.” He introduces, “Can I help you with anything?” He asks kindly.
You smile at him, “I’m just looking for a nice bouquet.”
Spencer returns your smile, “Okay, are you searching for a certain flower?” He asks.
“No, nothing in particular.”
“Alright,” He says as he walks around the counter and joins you, standing at the baskets of flowers. “Is this for a special someone? Loved one?” 
You shake your head once again, “No, just thought I’d pick up some flowers for myself.”
A blush comes to your face, “It sounds kind of weird.” Spencer looks at you confused so you further explain yourself, “Getting flowers for myself.” 
“Not at all,” Spencer assures you. He reaches over your shoulder and grabs a few of the poppies that you had been admiring, you hope that he can’t see the blush forming on your cheeks. 
“Buying flowers for yourself can actually be a form of self care.” Spencer says to you, “It has shown to boost self-esteem and add to feelings of empowerment. In fact, a study conducted by the AFE and the SAF in 2016 found that 22% of people who buy flowers buy them for themselves.”
“Thats really neat,” You compliment, you smile to yourself, “I like to get some flowers to cheer myself up every once and a while.” You explain.
Spencer nods along with you, then gestures to the poppies in his hand, “Are these poppies okay?” He moves towards the counter at your nod, “Would you like an arrangement with these?”
You smile at him, “Sure, that would be lovely. Anything that you could put together would be great.”
You watch as Spencer expertly moves around the room, plucking flowers from the rest of their places in the room and grabbing a spare vase from the shelf behind him. His nimble fingers place the flowers quickly and delicately, being careful not to bend or break any part of the flower.
“So,” you say, trying to make some small talk, “You really know your stuff.” You try to compliment.
“I mean, I guess knowing about flowers comes with the job, but being able to recite facts and statistics from a study? You must really like flowers.” You say.
Spencer smiles widely. It’s a smile, you note, that shows real genuine joy. 
“It started as a hobby,” He says, rearranging a few flowers before scrutinizing it under his gaze, “Then it became my passion. Flowers can tell a story without saying any words. Giving flowers has been a sign of love for centuries.”
“That’s beautiful, Spencer.” You say. “It’s a really beautiful look on flowers.” You compliment.
Under your gaze you think you can see a hint of a blush coming to the surface of his skin. You also see a grin as he works on the flowers.
Spencer grabs a roll of twine from, you suppose, underneath the counter on a shelf and wraps it around the bouquet he’s finished for you. After a few moments of ensuring none of the flowers will move out of place, he takes them out of the vase and wraps it in brown paper, securing it with another wrap of twine.
“How’s this?” Spencer asks, showing you the bouquet, all finished and wrapped up nicely.
The arrangement that he’s made is absolutely stunning. The red poppies stand out in color around the dusty green stems and branches he’s added in. The red also compliments the small, sparsely located white flowers he’s thrown in for a stunning bouquet. 
You can’t help the smile that comes to your face when Spencer reveals the flowers to you. 
“It’s perfect,” You say, only taking your eyes away from the assortment of flowers to ruffle your hand around in your purse to find your wallet.
Spencer, with his long, lanky, arms, reaches across the counter and blooming bouquet to place his hand on your arm gently and non-forcefully. 
“Don’t worry about paying.” Spencer says, “It’s on me.” There, again, is a slight blush on his cheeks, but you don’t comment on it.
Instead you protest a little, “Spencer-” You shake your head and bring out your wallet once again.
He shakes his head at you and smiles, a wisp of something playful in his eyes, “I mean it.”
“Spencer, I can’t let you just give me these flowers for free.” You argue lightly, “I’m a customer.” You remind.
“I know,” Spencer says. 
Theres a look to his expression that’s so carefree and confident. In the back of your mind, you know you’re not going to win this small battle. 
“But,” He starts to say, again making no move to accept any form of payment from you, “I also know that about two-thirds of people feel special when receiving flowers from someone. Everyone deserves to feel special. So, consider this my gift to you. I just hope it makes your day a little brighter.” Spencer explains.
You sigh and put your wallet away in your purse, you smile at Spencer, “Is that from the same study?” You ask. “The one by the-”
“American Floral Endowment and Society of American Flowers.” Spencer finishes your sentence and nods, still wearing that smile. “Yeah.”
“Fine, then.” You say, letting Spencer hand you the wrapped up bouquet, “But I’m going to come back here and you will let me pay next time.” You say assertively.
Spencer’s smile grows wider and you share a look communicated between your eyes. Silent, but communicative. Just like flowers, you muse to yourself.
“Next time, then.”
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a/n: i'm quite happy with this. there's no kiss or true romance in it, but it's a nice meet cute and i hope it puts a smile on your face or convinces you to buy someone or yourself some flowers :)
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succubasz · 1 year
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★... tomura as your nerdy bf !!
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﹒╴featuring . tomura shigaraki x gn & afab! black ! reader
﹒╴content . nsfw written by a minor. general nasty incel tomura behavior. possibly canon-divergent, i haven't kept up with the series in a while. overstimulation. dom-ish reader. pussydrunk!! shiggy. creampies
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nerdy bf tomura! who never had a taste of pussy before meeting you, his head full of unsavory hentais and raunchy adult games he came across online !!
nerdy bf tomura! that looses his fucking mind when you start dating him. the two of you met on some sleezy chat forums; but that wasn't important to him. he'd finally be able to get his dick wet now.
he's estatic once he finally gets you to come to the league's hideout, leading you with a hand down the expanse of your back. poor, pretty, and utterly fucking stupid y/n— being lead into this dingy base by not only an incel who scrolls on forums in his free time; but the leader of the lov too !! :( it's okay though, you can feel your panties growing damp following behind tomura. <3
nerdy bf tomura! that clears the energy drinks and other assortments of trash and filth off his desk so you can rest comfortably on it while's hyper-focused on whatever shitty first person shooter he's playing. you've got your forearms on the desk while you're seated comfortably in his lap.
nerdy bf tomura! who acts like a nervous virgin when you grind the plush of your ass back against him !! he's so cute, denying the fact that he IS a virgin, "i get pussy all the time, you jus' caught me off gaurd.." for a criminal, he's really shit at lying. <3
tomuras panting against the curve of your neck, hands fidgeting since he can't find anywhere to place them. poor baby, finally gettin' a crumb of pussy and doesn't know what to do !! :(( your smirking to yourself when the game he was occupied with is an afterthought, 'game over' sitting on a black screen.
he could chastise you for fucking his game up later— he's too focused on the way your easin' that pretty pink pussy over his leaking cock. </3 his head catching your entrace as your soon-to-be defiled cunt is slobberin' all over him !! his perfect long baby-blueish hair is decorating his face so nicely, chapped lips caught between his teeth. he's so fucking cute in his own right– you're so lucky to be his first !!
nerdy bf tomura! who has physically hold himself back from cumming in your heat once you're flush against him. he's cursin' you out— filthy words to distract himself from how tight your cunnys squeezin him, ease up a bit, okay? :(
"f-f-fuck! don't move yet, shitshit— y'feel so good," poor baby has to catch his breath!! he's already pussy drunk !! "hah, don't wanna cum yet like s-some fuckin' virgin, pussy got me in a chokehold, princess," you'd be upset if his cockhead wasn't rubbing so nicely against your droolin' walls— him being cute was a bonus too.
"but you are a virgin, shiggy," que you giggling at the poor boy. <3
nerdy bf tomura! who came in you embarassingly fast! balls pulsing and tightening since he finally, finally was able to cum in some good pussy! he's whinin' and whimpering, eyes glossy with tears noticing your teasing gaze!!
nerdy bf tomura! apologizing for cumming so early, he promises to make it up to you. (just give him some time to recover) he's just too cute to mess with though— so of course you start your own pace and ride him for all he's worth! its what he gets for soiling your cunny so fast !! <3
"shit, y/n— m'sorry for cummin' inside so quick! f-fuck! g'mmie a seco-ouuh-nd!!" you ignore him, of course, he'll be fine. ignore the fat tears threatening his eyes— the feel of his oversensitive cock spilling pre along your walls is too good to give up!!
your nerdy boyfriend is soo cute— it's not everyday someone gets to ride japan's most wanted villain, and you plan to milk him for all he's worth. <3
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applefan28 · 2 years
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tony :3
TONYYYY BABY DARLINGGGGG <3333
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Sexuality Headcanon: GAY AND T4T AS HELL like there is no denying tony loves boys, you’d have to be pretty blind to how obvious his crush and love and care for jeff is throughout the game. of course, one could argue just because he crushes on jeff, doesn’t mean he can’t for girls. But come on be real, tony wouldn’t like girls other than just having a good amount of besties he’s close to. Tony is Gay and very much Proud of if, and she’s kinda become the sorta spokesperson of gender and sexuality for his closest friends/those he loves. Going more into her gayness and attraction, very obvious tony has a thing for shy, passionate nerds that he can also dote on affectionately (jeff hehe). She’s a bit of a nerd herself in some aspects, but jeff outweighs on that by a long shot and adores that part of him <3
Gender Headcanon: tony is a he/she feminine trans boy who’d say her gayness is a factor in her gender. Ever since he was little, tony’s always had a liking to the stereotypical “girl” interests and likings from loving pink, frilly/pretty clothing, partaking in pretend tea parties and baking, anything that again, would be deemed a solely “girl” trait. And none of that ever goes away, because that’s just what tony loves. Coming out and transitioning into a boy, tony’s confident stride takes that liking into another level of self identity. She might’ve started off with just he/him pronouns because it’s the “boy” pronouns, but i think given her self awareness and pride in femininity, tony would include in she/her pronouns (and own it). As for gay being a facet of her gender, it really comes into play as she comes to realize being t4t. This sorta connection and self love in loving those like you that reflects on yourself, simply just being a boy that loves boys but in a transgender way because of unique experiences and worldviews that comes with, tony is all about that :)
A ship I have with said character: JEFFTONYYYYY <33333 augh, they’re absolute sweethearts man, one of the very very few things that make me alloromantic (aside from marshple) lol.
Tony is super caring and shows concern for jeff when he literally just gets out of bed, hell, she had a dream about them two… it’s so insane. Throughout the snowwood portion, all tony has shown is how much he looks out for jeff by helping it around to leave and head out on it’s quest with ness and paula. Even at their departure and split, tony tells him “remember, we’re best friends!”... actually making me tear up as i type this ahah even when tony was held captured with many others, the one she calls out for is jeff of all people, both for the fact that she hopes he saves him and misses him so, but she believes in jeff and it’s capabilities. Even after being rescued, she tells ness “im jeff’s best friend”, to firmly state his position in their relationship, it’s so silly and cute <3 and the phonecall OHHHHHH ohhhh the phonecall… there’s just so much worry and anxiety and tenderness in her tone and wording… because tony truly misses jeff and wants it to be okay :,( just writing about that phonecall isn’t enough oh my god. One of the moments ever in that game. And then there’s the letter she sends to jeff… how much she misses him and is waiting back at the school… and states how she’ll be sure to clean it’s glasses… ugh…
And that’s just the tony side of the pairing! Jeff doesn’t speak much of tony in the game, but it isn’t until the letter at the end where jeff says outloud “that tony has a heart of gold…” that’s just so simplistic yet telling of jeff’s feelings of her. He’s not one to talk so much of his own feelings let alone just talk in general, but it’s clear it’s aware of tony’s caring attitude towards him. That statement speaks volumes in how jeff feels of her, as i can imagine it being a little flustered and in this unknowing state of love reminiscing on tony, knowing she’ll be back at the boarding school waiting for him
There’s just so much love and heart in those two kids man, by canon alone it’s chock full of their undying bond. Asking me about headcanons between the two ahhhh man… staying up late playing games that were snuck in by maxwell, talking back and forth listening intently about the others’ interests, baking and cooking for the other to indulge in their heartwarming crafts, helping the other out during study sessions, pulling off pranks, going out for walks in Winters’ snow filled landscape, christmas celebrations together… seriously man there’s just so much you can make of these two im forever obsessed <3
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A BROTP I have with said character: being a little basic here, but im fond of tony and ness’s friendship being rooted in their shared love of music together! Ness, you can assume by his default “PK Rockin”, would be super into almost any rock genre and music overall (a bit of an oldhead. Also would play guitar). Tony struck me as someone who would study music and sing, and because of how much my boyfriend and i exchange so many thoughts about jefftony, tony being into bubblegum pop and punk. A lot of what them two listen to are somewhat obscure and not in the range of what their generation would listen to, so finding out the other is into this old band as well would lead to sharing in vinyls and CD’s and tapes and showing each other the music they’re into #autisticswagger
A NOTP I have with said character: anyone that isn’t jeff </3
A random headcanon: not mine specifically (props to my boyfriend) but i stand by it very much because I Agree, tony has PTSD from that hostage event in the game where she was, along with others, in those tubes held captive. Such a thing happening to a kid would obviously leave tony scarred and frightened about it, left with nightmares and terrors of the same happening again, or even worse involving either her or jeff :( of course, jeff would be the first she’d go over to for comfort, needing to be by him in bed or held and comforted through means of distraction and reassurement. Maxwell would also help in too, being older than them two, he takes responsibility and action in not only giving a step-in for gaurdian support, but maybe even helping her get some form of professional help too? point is, tony developed ptsd as a result of that hostage, and was left scared and afraid of it happening once more... she'd be a little more cautious and anxious than usual especially towards jeff, and it does chew a bit at her state. thankfully, tony has a very supportive group of friends around him who not only listen to what he's so afraid of and why, but console and offer aid in mending that mentality without judgement. she deserves the love and all else <3
General Opinion over said character: your honour that’s my sondaughter my literal ANGEL <333
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lovelytenlee · 2 years
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Kun x Ten AU
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Warnings: Angst (?), erection description, swearing
Genre: Romance, erotica
Word count: 1700+
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Part 1: Kun
The museum was warm, and comfortable. Kun was relieved. The rain in New York City was hard and frequent these days, and unbearable. He hated the rain. But it was his day off, and the only thing he could think to do was come to the museum. So he hoofed it down the three blocks from his apartment to make his way here.
He saw an ad for it online, saying for today and the next there would be no fee to enter and view the art exhibits. He didn’t understand art. Not really. But he enjoyed going anyways. It was quiet and warm, and not far from where he lived.
The art was as he expected. Inconceivable to him but technically impressive. A spectacle more than a puzzle for him to solve on his own. Sculptures of nonsensical shapes, paintings of abstract figures, paintings of nonsensical shapes and abstract figures. What he expected.
He was enamored with a particularly colorful painting of what he would say was a cloud inside a grocery store, but was probably much more than that, when he saw something he didn’t expect.
Over near an all white sculpture of various shapes piled onto one another, was the what he thought is the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
Kun moved to the sculpture to have a closer look at him. Slow, nervous steps, trying to seem as casual as he could. He stood on the other side of the sculpture, at an angle where he could look without being obvious, and keep his distance so as not to invade the pretty stranger’s space.
The man was short, wearing silver wire-rim glasses, and a denim jacket and jeans, with black hair tucked into a black baseball cap. His lips were small but plump, and pink as a rose. His nose was prominent, and complimented his slender face. His eyes. Well. His eyes were hypnotizing.
The shape of them was beautiful when he was looking down: sensual, even. Mysterious, and sexy, almost dangerous. But when he looked up, they transformed. They were large, and curious, and a deep brown that was almost black. There was so much thought behind them, and so much warmth. They were pulling him in.
The man was very interested in the art. Not the same way Kun was, who marveled at the technique but had not the foggiest idea what he was viewing. This stranger was really trying to *see* the art. Trying to understand it.
The man’s head was tilted to the side slightly, his eyes wide and curious. Kun traced his eyes down his face, taking in every inch that he could, and when he got to his mouth he realized that the man’s tongue stuck slightly out from between his lips, deep in thought. It was cute, and caught Kun off guard, and he released a chuckle unexpectedly.
The man’s gaze shifted from the art toward’s Kun on the other side of the sculpture, and Kun looked away as quickly as he could. Clumsily he walked away from the sculpture towards a bench in the next viewing room. His heart pounding in his ear and his stomach anchored down deep in his body.
He took a seat on the empty bench and pulled his phone from his pocket.
“I need to check something,” he thought. “Anything. My email. My Twitter. The weather. I don’t fuckin’ care. Just anything.”
He continued to fumble on his phone for a few minutes. His heartbeat going back to a steady rhythm, and his stomach relaxing into its proper place once again.
Just a few more minutes is what he allotted himself. Enough time to regain his composure and leave to the next section of the exhibit before the man made his way into this one. Just a few minutes.
Then he came in.
The man walked into the room before Kun could notice, and began to sit on the bench before he could react. If he got up and left now he might seem cold, or like a freak. So he kept his eyes glued steadily to his phone.
The air was wafting off of the stranger. It was sweet, and floral. Some kind of perfume. It was intoxicating. The man was rifling through his satchel, looking very determinedly for something. He pulled his hand from the bag empty, and released a heavy sigh.
“Excuse me?” He spoke to Kun. His voice quiet, and shy.
Panic. Kun wanted to panic. But there was no time now. His living nightmare was coming true and he needed to be cool. If only for a second.
He looked back at the beautiful man.
“Hm?” He mustered up, though he nearly choked on this small sound alone.
“I’m sorry to bother you but…do you have a pen?” He asked meekly. His eyes nervous but hopeful.
He continued. “I thought I packed one but I guess I didn’t. And my phone died on the train over.” He was speaking quickly, like he was afraid Kun would lose interest.
“Oh…umm let me check my bag.” Kun pulled his tiny black bag off his back and began to look inside.
“I just need to write down the name of one of the artists in the other room. So I can find some more of their work. I’ll only be a second.” He said politely as Kun rifled through his cluttered bag.
More panic began to set in as he started feeling like he was wasting the man’s time, but he felt the cool plastic of a pen brush against his fingers. He grabbed it out with a triumphant, relieved smile, and handed it to him.
He smiled, amused at Kun’s earnestness, and scurried back into the other room momentarily.
Kun could feel the pit in his stomach growing larger, and the flushed, warm feeling encased his body and made his brain feel fuzzy again. That smile. It was destroying him.
He heard hurried footsteps coming in his direction and he broke from his anxious trance. The man was returning, pen in hand and a sweet, grateful smirk on his face. He handed the pen back to Kun and sat down next to him on the bench.
He opened his bag and tucked a piece of paper into one of the small pockets inside.
Kun was watching, mustering up the nerve to say something, but afraid once he spoke his voice would fall out of his mouth and roll off into the distance out of fear.
He cleared his throat. “Did you — erm. Did you get it? The name, I mean?”
The man smiled. “Yes, I did. Thank you, again. I want to look them up when I get home but I would never remember that name. I can’t even pronounce it.” He giggled at himself.
“I’m Ten.” He says.
Ten. Kun thought it was the best name he’d ever heard. He would’ve thought that of any name this man could have given him, but Ten seemed to suit him all the same.
Kun offered a friendly smile. “I’m Kun.”
“Kun. Nice to meet you, Kun.” Grinning sweetly, Ten offered his hand for shaking. Kun took it in his, feeling the softness of his skin, and the slender, almost feminine shape of his hand and fingers. Ten’s hand was cool, cooler than his own, at least. And the skin on the back of was like silk against his fingertips.
And then Kun felt it. Deep inside himself.
The pit in his stomach was tumbling down his body swiftly. It crashed down inside him like a boulder until it was sitting in his groin. The queazy feeling he had become drunk with was changing to a sickening yearning. A thirst. An ache.
The blood that had vacated his face earlier was now making a beeline down to his cock. Kun could feel it stir. Not harden. Just…waken. Like it was a living thing sleepily opening its eyes. He knew what was coming.
It was quick. The soft, tender muscles of his manhood began to stiffen and engorge in his pants. The skin on his shaft tightening as it grew, and his foreskin pulling back from the head as it began to swell like a balloon.
He should’ve worn looser pants. He should have worn baggier pants. But he hadn’t anticipated getting an erection in the short time he had planned to be away from his house. And now it felt like he was trapped. Trapped in his jeans.
Kun’s cock while soft was what you’d expect an average sized penis to be when it’s flaccid. But once the rod was standing at full attention, it was much more…ample.
Kun was an old-fashioned man. He didn’t have a history of many sexual partners because he didn’t have sex with just anybody. But the few that he did lay with, would attest to the girth and might of his cock.
Once hard, it stood at about 8.5 inches, and about as thick, or thicker, than a cucumber. Not an easy thing to hide in these pants.
So Kun needed to make his escape, and make it fast. Not just to spare himself embarrassment, but to spare himself the pain of having a rock-hard erection that was running out of space to grow.
“Umm. I’m…It was really nice meeting you.” He was stammering, and obviously shaken. “But I umm—I need to go.”
“Are you okay?” Ten asked, concern in his eyes and a little bit of nervousness, too.
“Yeah, I’m fine I just need to find the restroom.” Kun wished that didn’t sound so urgent. The last thing he wanted was for Ten to think he needed a restroom right this very moment. But he did, unfortunately.
“Oh, umm. Yeah it’s that way.” Ten pointed back the way they had come from. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m great, thank you.” Kun stood. He tried pulling his bag up from the floor to discreetly cover his throbbing cock in his jeans, but as he stood up it became caught on the corner of the bench, which left Kun exposed.
The world stopped around him. He felt like he had gone deaf and blind all in the same instant. His eyes darted around the room, but no one seemed to notice him or the bulge protruding from his pants. No one except Ten.
Kun only caught a glimpse of Ten eyeing his cock, before Ten broke his gaze and looked off to the side, pretending he hadn’t seen anything. Shame washed over Kun.
“Umm…yeah I’m sorry, I have to go.” Kun hastily unhooked his bag from the bench and trudged off to the bathroom without looking back.
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🧸 + 🫖 re: the new ciipher release <3
hiii <3 thank u for the ask, beloved <33
🧸 the plushie(s) i’d give you : either of these plushies ^^ i don’t .. know any kpop plushies, sorry </3 but these two remind me of you the most 🥺💗 between strawberries just … reminding me of u ( very eri-esque of a fruit .. idk how else to explain it JDBDBD ), and pink … very much eri methinks 🤧 + the cat is giving … eri .. very cute, very soft….
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🫖 : ciipher’s cb omg … where do i even start KDBDND — them actually giving the concept they were teasing was so, so beloved…. esp in the bsides 💓💞💖 and speaking of…. the bsides all being so fun & bouncy — like .. their grins in the medley 🥺 especially taegyun & hwi’s when they were lip-syncing taegyun’s song/bside, you <3 which… you is so endearingly cute <3 ! very much something i’ve been in love with since it came out JDBDBD — and on a highway also being so, so pretty !! truly is so won-esque in sound ( from what i’ve heard of the songs he’s uploaded on youtube ), and i’m so glad him & keita were able to have more input with the songs this cb ^^ which leads me to stay … yet another won-esque bop .. she’s so fun, so bouncy <3 and slam the door .. she’s sooooooo <3 she took some time to rlly love, but now … so 💘💞💓💖 dohwan’s voice is so cute in it 🥺🥺 and last, but def not least, is the main track, fame 💞💘💓💗💖 literally adore her, and keita’s & won’s brains are so big for her, actually <3 the choreo… that one part where they all form a key ‘n tag is moving through the shape & ‘solving’ it 🥰 + the m/v….. giving tag so much screen time .. i lov them for that (<3 plus the animation is so cute 🥺 truly so .. fun, and also just … i love the visuals they played around with & how fun the filming it just seemed to be 🥰 alSO HYUNBIN PURPLE HAIR— 💞💘💓💖
slumber party asks <3
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#o my god wow ok these r cute#sky is low res as FUCK but its ok sjdghjk#ts3#the banda bunch#this is my first time logging in2 tumblr ALL DAY i gotta go thru my entire dashboard#i had a rlly rlly rlly long day at work cuz my manager loves 2 schedule me by myself ! fun ! thanks !#deadass im just powerwalking around the rink like. all day trying 2 get shit down its ridiculous i had to run a whole birthday by myself#and then 3 public skates. learn to skate. Just Me#yesterday tho my favorite coworker stayed an hour after he punched out n we got to talk so tht was nice at least#cuz hes not working this weekend so he was in  a rlly good mood#hmmmm my outfit was cute#so i wore a light pink lettuce hem mockneck under this hello kitty pullover i have#so the hello kitty pullover has like. japanese on it in blue lettering and hello kitty and pink n yellow n blue accents its super cute#and then i tucked all that in2 my Classique jeans we lov them#i woreee my pink butterfly belt cuz its ADORABLE n then pink socks and i wore my skechers w the blue accents n charms#it was super cute n then hello kitty earrings and i layered like 4 necklaces that all tied into the colors on the shirt#sometimes im like UGH i should just be a fashion youtuber so i can take videos of my outfits and gush about how much i lov them#cuz i fr looked so cute today this description doesnt do it justice !!! i need a bigger audience to show my fits to !!!!#lmfao i'll go now tho i rlly need to look at my dash n then i need to fill up my queue cuz its still. Empty.#bye !!! if u read any of this i lov u have a nice day ;~))
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— 15 | pink camellias 🖊
series masterlist | taglist (wow ,, so cool): @blckjeon @babimyeon @filmtae​ @xxxanimangxxx​ @cherryeyedjikook​
unable to tag: @jkmybby 
a/n: hi, it’s been a hot minute (^o^) i didn’t expect to get this done so quick ?? but i lov these two a lot hehee. honestly,, i rlly bang my head every day trying to develop or fix these characters and then look back at what i’ve posted and realize ,, hey :( they’re actually kinda cute !! LOL anyways,,  i hope you enj as i enjoyed taking my time to write this ,, <3 it’s lowkey my baby :’) as always, feedback is welcome (send me asks ,, i want friends) and reblogs are much appreciated !! receiving so makes me feel motivated ,, but i am thankful for your time regardless lovies 
wc: like 8k? bruh. i could not shut the fuck up ! 
warnings: sprinkles of gaslighting (but it’s sexy?), sulking vibes, emotional constipation (miscommunication), a virgin church girls sad attempt of writing smut (gonna have a long talk with boss man at church tmrw), tit fcking, fingering, unprotected sex?? ig?? not me tho,, y’all stay safe </3, creampie, cockwarming for like 0.5 seconds, oc has brat complex and jk is like ,, not having it (but he can have me), light angst towards the end, and a good time besties ,, 🤑
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It’s 7 in the morning. 
You’ve had this pounding headache for a few days now. The headache most likely came from your late night studying, early morning cramming, and —if you’re guessing correctly— rough bus ride naps that have your head hitting the window a little too hard. Sometimes Jimin would offer to drive you to class but his driving wasn’t necessarily that much of a different experience than the bus. Ultimately, you couldn’t be upset because it made sense that your head hurt. It’s easy to figure out why your migraine is so invasive. 
Why? The signs are all there. 
Could you say the same about your heart lately? How it’s been pounding and sits on the edge of a cliff? Like it’s walking on a tightrope to get across and you have no choice but to wish for either A) it gets to the other side as planned or B) if all else fails, a safe landing. 
Putting the sweet moments aside —moments where he felt like he was yours and like the (his) world belonged to you— you two had a bad habit of going back and forth. Something like a “one step forward, two steps back,” moment along with a need for an emotional break somewhere in between. You’ve always been the type to wait things out and suffer the consequences later. When it comes to being upset or having your feelings hurt by others, you prefer space. When it’s something you’re flat out involved in, you’re reactive in a way that some may find timid and weak.. But you find it peaceful, resourceful, and much more convenient in terms of long-term solutions. To others who sit on the other side, feelings related to waiting, hoping, and anticipation deserve to die. It may feel ruthless, but it’s the only true way to stick to your feelings. It’s way easier said than done, but the point is: you were and always been the type to make people wait for you. Since your world is yes or no, loves me or loves me not, wrong or right, you want to always be sure… Until it’s about him. 
And it’s always about him. 
Rolling out of bed, you get washed up and dressed for the day. Nothing special, just sweat pants and a sports bra. Maybe you’d go for a workout after breakfast or sometime before Jungkook comes over for your talk. Maybe you’d go back to sleep after you eat and take some medicine. Who knows? All you’re thinking about is how you’ve been craving kimchi jjigae for a while.  
The last time you had it was probably the last time Jungkook had slept over and poorly taught you how to cook it. It’s a simple dish that led to such a domestic atmosphere —the kind that had you giggling at his slight touches and nonsense narration as he cooked. Looking back, moments with him always seemed to flow like that. It was a collection of mundane, a mix of queasiness, and a lot of adoration with how it felt to be with Jungkook. He comes in waves of excitement but is also your steadfast comfort. Truly, no one has ever made you feel this way. It has, and for the most part, will always be him. 
You’ve lived a quiet life, after all, you’ve never experienced a real boyfriend or real friends until now. Maybe that’s why your mom insisted that you bring a date. It didn’t really make you feel bad or like you weren’t enough. When you had no close friends or love interests; you honestly just did your best to live. Often, you remind yourself not to compare yourself to others. You tell yourself that it’s okay to bloom late or even not at all. Who knows anything, really? Life is just meant to be lived and you don’t believe that moping around waiting or expecting someone to come in and to change it is what life is about. You deserve to enjoy who you are for yourself first. Perhaps that’s what bothers you so much. Who gets to experience this side of you? Your possible first love and possible first heartache? it was all on him. 
That’s a lot of pressure for a fuckboy. For someone who denies and insists on nothing. For someone who you love(d) as a friend first.
Yes, you’re still hurt. Isn’t it obvious? 
As the stew begins to boil and you’re focused on chopping the onions, the knock on your door occurs earlier than expected. 
You and Jungkook had discussed meeting sometime in the early evening. In your head, you had memorized his schedule. This left you to safely assume that he’d make his way over to you after his 5 PM class. It’s literally the buttcrack of dawn and he’s waiting outside your door. Is he skipping class? 
Dumbass. 
Still, your heart does a flip or two.
On the other side of the door, Jungkook is wondering why the actual fuck he’s here so early. His heart is about to burst and he feels a little nauseous. God, when did he ever get nervous about a girl? He’s been over at your place a million times but something about knowing that this time is different makes his tummy turn. There was no point in attending his morning classes today. What would be the point if all he’d do is sit there, watch the clock, and think about you? He felt too distracted and impatient to sit through anything. In his head, he just wanted to see you. It’s been too long, it’s been too confusing, it’s been a few sleepless nights. 
If anything, both of you took a moment for yourselves before proceeding. You knew who it was on the other side and you wanted a clear mind for good intentions. You don’t want to lose Jungkook, but your pettiness has been a little difficult to work with. 
He would agree. 
He clearly meant something to you. If he didn’t, you wouldn’t be this invested. You wouldn’t have complained or sulked as much if you didn’t care for him the way that you do. You wouldn’t have gone through the extra mile of posting a small thirst trap just for his attention. You wouldn’t have been so hurt if it was truly nothing. 
It was definitely something. Something was in the air when he had his lips on yours and the way it felt when he smiled into the kiss. 
Your heart aches at the memory. 
It’s a little funny how easy it used to be. How you’d leave your door unlocked while you’re cooking or cleaning, and he’d just stroll in like this was his home too. Laying his bag somewhere and making himself comfortable in your apartment. Whether that meant getting started on dinner or helping you tidy around; it used to be so much easier than this. 
Now, he’s knocking, waiting anxiously, and you’re standing on the other side trying to gather your thoughts as fast as your hands turn the doorknob. When the door opens, it reveals the man responsible for all your doting behaviour. 
You hate to admit it, but he looks angelic. A little too perfect and the realization of how much better you suddenly felt at the sight of him is almost humorous. A wave of comfort rushes through you and you find yourself annoyed that you’re still mad at him. You want to be mad but he looks too good to be mad at. A part of you has already craved. Already wrapped yourself in his embrace and forgave him for his stupid words.
Your world is completely gray. 
Jungkook’s eyes move from his feet to your face fairly quickly. A rush of concern takes over as he notices your slightly puffy eyes and stuffy nose. 
“Were you crying?” he asks, hesitating to touch you. 
He feels like shit all of the sudden. Were you too anxious to face him that you cried? Too overwhelmed? Was he the reason? He doesn’t want to be. He wishes not to be. 
For a moment, you don’t understand why he’s concerned. “Oh! I was just cooking. Chopping onions and well.. You know?” he nods in response, unsure if he believes you or not. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have class?”
“No,” he lies. “I have all day with you.”
“Did you eat?”
He shakes his head with a soft smile. “No, I haven’t eaten. I just waited until now to come over. I remember your body clock.”
His ego deflates when you offer him an awkward gesture. “Join me for breakfast then.”
He follows you inside, closing the door behind him. You close your eyes, feeling uneasy. Then, just as your thoughts begin to crowd your mind, Jungkook puts his bag down where he usually does. He offers a smile, and your mind settles down. He then peaks over to the stovetop, playfully sniffing and squinting at the ingredients scattered around your countertop. He takes a guess. 
“Kimchi jjigae?”
“Yeah.” you respond plainly. 
“Isn’t it too early for this?”
“Then don’t eat,” you snap.
Your tone of voice pains him. It reminds him of his place and the reason he’s here. You catch his dying expression, instantly disliking your response to him as well. You felt bad. You didn’t feel like you. 
“Sorry,” you apologize walking over to the stove. You lower the heat and stir it. Jungkook gives you space. 
“Don’t be.”
He feels like he deserved it. Your heart doesn’t know if it wants to sink or do a flip or two. 
���You know where the placemats are. You can just do your homework or whatever while I finish up.” For the first time tonight, you look into his eyes and he feels torn for a moment. He’s here for you. He skipped class for you. He’s here to learn, understand and study you. 
“It’s okay. Not much is due,” he lies. “I’ll just help you out.”
You decide not to argue with him since you figure you’d do that part later. He stands beside you, washes his hands, and nudges you. 
“Aren’t you cold?”
You remember you’re literally in a sports bra. 
“Give me a minute,” you plead, rushing into your room to put on a random shirt. When you get back, Jungkook lets out a small laugh. 
“I’m surprised I didn’t get a ‘my clothes are not an invitation,’ scolding —not that I need one. I know clothes aren’t an invitation.” he enlightens. “Nice shirt by the way.” 
You look down, realizing you had put it on backwards. 
Honestly? Fuck your life. 
Hastily, you take it off and put it back on after fixing it. Jungkook watches in silence, thinking of new conversations to start. He didn’t mean to make you feel annoyed, self-conscious or frustrated; but you sure look that way now. 
“What have you been up to, Momo?” Jungkook begins, wanting to shift the dense atmosphere. 
“Stealing Taehyung’s lines?” He shakes his head, immediately denying and feeling a bit embarrassed. 
“It’s just.. I—uh..” Jungkook tilts his head and lets out a sigh. “I usually call you baby.” 
For the second time tonight, you look into his eyes and he again feels torn. You don’t answer him. Instead, you change the subject and ask what else you’re missing for the stew. 
When the food is ready, Jungkook takes a seat and so do you. As you pick up your spoon, ready to take your first bite; Jungkook lets out a groan. 
“Why are you sitting so far?”
You slump in confusion. “I’m right here—”
Before you know it, his right-hand grips the lower part of your chair and pulls you closer to his side. 
“Better.” 
You blink at him, a little taken back by his actions. He groans when he begins to eat and asks you if seeing him eat makes you full. To that, you scoff and go back to your food. Throughout the meal, he carries the conversation and you relax into his presence again. It’s comfortable and exactly what you’ve missed. He makes you laugh like it’s what he’s meant to do. You two, without realizing it, begin to heal. 
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The kimchi jjigae is a little too salty. You’re completely embarrassed and feel even more so when Jungkook lifts his bowl and slurps the very last drop. 
“I know it was salty. Just admit it!” you whine. “Don’t be such a suck-up. Nobody likes a suck-up.”
He shakes his head, resisting.
“It’s so good though,” he licks his lips and rubs his tummy. “I liked it.. I like anything you do.”
Silence. 
“Whatever,” you conclude. 
Quickly, you take his bowl and yours. Bringing everything into the sink, you run warm soapy water to begin washing the dishes. As you scrub, you assume Jungkook is cleaning the table like he usually would. Taking into account how everything has been going so far, it feels like things are somewhat falling back into place. 
But you’re wrong.
So fucking wrong. 
There’s an intimidating feeling people usually get when others step too close to them. Unexpected touches done in complete surprise are either make or break moments. The thing is, as you continue to scrub the bowls clean, you feel more warmth from Jungkook’s body pressed against yours than the running water. He had snaked his arms around your waist. His chest is pressed against your back as he rests his chin on the crook of your neck. 
“Can we talk?” he mumbles against your skin. 
Shivers. Fucking shivers. You want to tremble and give in so bad, but you want to stand your ground. You need to stand your ground.
“Isn’t that why you’re here?” You question him. 
“I guess.” He agrees. 
“You guess?”
“I’m here because I miss you.” He admits it so nonchalantly. If you closed your eyes and hummed a tune, you would have missed it. It was weak and needy, but it was him. You reply with more silence. It sets his patience to the test. 
“Why are you so mad at me, YN? I’m here, attempting to do something about us—”
“Us?” you turn to him. “What us?”
By now, you’ve turned off the tap and unwrapped from his embrace. His heart drops when you answer him like that. An “I’m sorry,” is what he says immediately; simply, and meaningfully.
There’s a look in your eyes, something he hasn’t seen personally but has often been scolded for causing. You look hurt. Tired, confused, sad. All because of him? 
He hates himself.
He reaches out to you again but you lightly shake him off. Then, he confesses the same thing again. 
“I miss you.” 
You stand still for a moment. Unsure of what to do next because he takes the opportunity to hold you again. Except for this time, he holds you tighter, squeezing your bodies together, getting you to remember his warmth. His presence. Him. 
You bite your tongue, so desperate to not respond. Partly because you don’t know what to say and partly because you have nothing to say. Partly because you don’t want to give in. You feel dizzy but you also feel safe —like you’ve finally made it home after weeks of exhausting thoughts and helpless irritation. 
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” His low whisper has a faint sound of a whine. There is no denying it —you can’t help but feel amused by him. 
“Say what?” you press, slightly sounding dumbfounded. 
Jungkook sucks in teeth and takes a step back. With that, he tugs your hand and your body turns to face him. He moves closer, towering above you, but it doesn’t feel scary. It feels enticing. You don’t know what to expect. You only wish for the best. 
“This is the most obvious thing ever but.. I like you. A lot,” he admits, taking your hand and placing it over his heart. “Too much, even.” 
Truthfully, it felt a bit painful to admit so. Admitting so would mean honesty — something he had greedily insisted on from you yet lacked to deliver himself— and maybe it’s more of the feeling of being this bare. Being this real and vulnerable to someone who mattered… Someone who he desperately wanted to be loved by.. It was too consuming to keep inside; he didn’t feel the peace love was supposed to bring because the thought of losing you was literally driving him crazy. It was uncomfortable and itchy to have you not know. 
It wasn’t because he had been loved poorly in the past. If anything, he was loved well. Jungkook has just always thought love to be an investment more than anything else. He didn’t have the time to do so and quickly fell into a life of temporary satisfaction. Every friend, every past hook-up were just drops of dopamine before you. Jungkook has always been the type to make his decisions slowly. 
Why? 
Why not. 
Again, this is where Jungkook stood conflicted. He didn’t understand why everything feels a certain way when it comes to you. Questions like: why the fuck is it you? Why did it have to be someone his whole friend group held close to? Why was it someone as heartfelt as you? Every part of Jungkook wants to be the one that loves you right. Be the one that treats you the way you deserve and ultimately just be there for you.. But he is just so terrified that his habits would contradict the feelings he had for you. 
“Say something,” he begs. “Or.. Don’t. I don’t know? I probably look so stupid right now.. Maybe I should go—”
“What do you want from me, Jungkook?” you ask, curious for his answer. If he was going to confess, he should do it right. 
“What?”
“What do you want from me? You like me? And what? What am I supposed to do with that?” you begin to burn inside. Here he is again, cowardly admitting things to fuck with you. 
“So what? What the fuck does that mean?”
You shrug and turn away. “Your confession sucks. One moment you want me, the next you’re offering to leave. Make up your mind. What do you want?”
He pulls you back, bringing your attention to him again. His eyes chase yours and he tries his best to read you. What was going on in your pretty little mind —
“You.”
You scoff. 
Something in him stirs. It wasn’t anger, it was more of a fed up feeling. He was getting tired of the same conversation —the one that you can’t bring yourself to listen or confide in him with. How could he get you to listen to him? How could he get you to say what you really want to say? By being the asshole you’re painting him to be? He doesn’t want to be that guy, but you’re so difficult. So used to letting space and time fix things instead of taking matters into your own hands. 
“Yours isn’t exactly award-winning either, baby.” He retorts. 
You cross your arms and lean against the sink. “You’re honestly unbelievable. You can’t just show up out of nowhere these past few weeks and say meaningless shit like that. It’s not fair. Stop playing with my feelings like they’re yours to toy with.”
“Aren’t they?” Jungkook insists. “Stop projecting, baby. We’re equally at fault.”
You draw a blank. All you can feel is your headache being replaced with a different kind of pain. 
“You think you’re cute —all bratty and difficult? Please, enlighten me,” he cross-examines. “I get that I messed up. I get that I shouldn’t have denied us. Yes, us. Because clearly, if we’re going to fucking start arguing like this; there’s something we’re arguing over! Us. So get it through your thick, boba-filled skull that there is an us. I’m not your boyfriend—“
“Fuck you!”
“Will you let me?” He snaps. “Look, I may not be your boyfriend, but fuck anyone who doesn’t see the way I am around you.. And just because I’m not your boyfriend, doesn’t mean I never want to be, okay? I do want to be.” He discloses rather suave and you don’t know how to react to his scolding. He had a point that you couldn’t fight.
“Jungkook—”
“But I just can’t be everyone’s boyfriend too. And it feels like that, honestly. Everyone is so used to being in my business and I don’t want you to feel like any other girl I’ve been with before. You deserve more than that. I don’t deserve you, you know? So I get it. I get that if I have you, I have everyone too. I just need time to figure out my boundaries when it comes to things like this. I need to figure out what parts of you I’m willing to share, what parts of me I’m willing to share, and what parts of us I’d like to stay between us.” he confesses. 
Your heart softens. 
Before you can open your mouth to respond, he cuts you off with a deep sigh and begins to conclude. “I’m so over it, YN. I’m tired of guessing why you’re so petty about this. I didn’t even know you were that sensitive, and I’m offended you didn’t tell me. I had to hear it from Taehyung and Jimin that I made you feel like a dirty secret in our fucking group chat! What’s that all about? I get that how I treat you is under their surveillance 24/7, but I don’t get why everyone got to know how I made you feel before me. How is that fair? How do you think that makes me feel? When I found out what I fucked up on, I tried to fix it, right? That’s why I’ve been trying to reach you. Calling you, texting you, meeting you after your classes.. That’s why I knocked on your door at 7 in the morning today. Now I’m here, but it’s like you don’t want me to be.”
You want to cry. 
You felt stupid. You feel stupid. You are so fucking stupid. 
“Tell me, baby. Tell me what I’m supposed to do,” he begs. 
Baby.
Everything Jungkook is expressing is valid. You had been too petty these days, too avoidant. You’ve spent so much time complaining about the lack of communication between you two yet failed to meet him halfway. You have the right to be upset though. This does not invalidate your feelings of being hurt by him prior. This is just more insight into how it’s been affecting the both of you. 
He switches. He hates seeing your eyes get teary. Especially if it was about him. 
“Don’t be such a crybaby,” he dictates, breaking the intense atmosphere with a smile and warm laugh. He pulls you in and you immediately melt into his arms. Your vision begins to blur with your tears the moment his embrace hits you. “You’re okay,” he comforts. 
“I.. I missed you too,” you whimper. “And I’m sorry too.”
“I’m right here,” he teases, pulling away to find your eyes. “But can we both agree there is an us? Even though I’m the one that said there wasn’t.. I’m asking you to forgive me and let me prove to you that there is an us.”
You just nod. 
“Use your words, baby. Why are you mad at me?”
So you do. 
“I wanted to move on,” you tell him sadly. His heart twitches, making him feel sick. He never wanted you to feel like you didn’t want him around. 
Fear: faced.
“Move on from my feelings for you while I still could. It was overwhelming, Jungkook. Do you think being around you guys is easy? I have so many fake acquaintances because every girl friend I have wants to get with one of you. The rumours about us felt like high school teasing until they started to become real. Sneaking away from the parties together, you sleeping over and acting like my boyfriend.. The whole bouquet thing.. And then our friends got into a fight because they were defending me. Defending us. Only for you to say that there is no such thing,” you take a moment to breathe. Jungkook is holding your hand, his thumb rubbing against your palm. “I wanted time away from you. I distanced myself because—”
“What did I say about wanting space?” he scolds.
“Never from you.”
His heart flips when you answer as if you knew better.. Because you did. Jungkook has always been the type to invade and sit with you. He didn’t believe in space unless it was shared with you. 
“I just don’t think it’s fair to be called your friend but act as your girlfriend. I don’t like how you hug me, confront me, support me, and..” you choke. “M-maybe.. Maybe even love me like a boyfriend.. When you’re just my friend.” 
“I can’t be your boyfriend,” he admits softly. “Not yet. I just.. I don’t feel like it’s the right time for me to ask such a thing. I don’t want to ask you to be my girlfriend just to make up for this fight. I want to ask you when you’re happier with me —with us. When you’d actually want me.”
“Wow,” you laugh. “Who said I don’t want you now?”
He rolls his eyes and tugs you towards him. He kisses your forehead, and sways the two of you back and forth. 
“I can just be yours.”
“What’s the difference between a boyfriend and being mine?”
“I’ll be your boyfriend someday,” Jungkook promises. “I’ll be yours now.” 
For some reason, you like his answer. 
His answer is enough. 
His answer is a start.
More than that, you feel relief in his answer. There was structure, there was a plan, there was a promise. 
“I’ll hold you to that, bunny.”
With that, Jungkook is caught off guard when you go on your tippy-toes and press your lips on his. When he realizes what’s happening, he kisses you back. At first, he kisses you at a fast, hungry pace. When the feeling of you kissing him just as passionately settles with him, he suddenly slows down. He kisses you slowly because now he’s a little overwhelmed and wants to savour this moment. He wants this to never end. Then, without thinking, your hands travel to his hair and it takes almost everything in himself back. 
God, what wouldn’t he give you?
He lets out a soft moan and you tug his hair and can’t stop himself from placing his hands on your waist and lifting you up. Sitting on the edge of the sink, it’s a more comfortable position for you two. When you pull away for some air, he places the palm of his hand on your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip. 
You place your hand on top of his and you look at him with the most ‘fuck me eyes,’ you’ve ever given anyone. He rolls his eyes at your play and closes in between you two. With both hands on his cheeks, you kiss him again and again. 
“I’m sorry too.” 
Kiss. 
“I miss you too.”
Kiss.
“I like you too.”
Kiss.
“A lot?” He questions with an eyebrow raised. You shrug in response and he instantly gives you a straight face. To which, you giggle and kiss his frown away. 
“Too much, even.” You admit softly and it’s more than enough for him. 
With your words and the lustful way you’re testing him, he takes it upon himself to tug on the hem of your shirt. Without a delay, you break from his kiss and take off your shirt. 
In your dimly lit kitchen, Jungkook’s hot whispers in your ears begin to change the mood. From something so lighted like an innocent kiss to the way he’s speaking to you made all the difference. You find yourself dropping to your knees and him leaning back against the counter. If he stays standing without support, he’d lose it. He’d lose everything he so desperately wants to keep kind and respectful for you. He’d do too much. 
“Not here. Please,” he asks of you.
He helps you up, and you two make your way to your bedroom. 
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You’re laying on your bed as he towers over you. Kissing from your neck to behind your ear, then your lips. So hungrily and slow, it’s practically sinful. He’s brushing his tongue against yours when you least expect it, sucking on it before moving to bite your bottom lip as he pulls away for air. You’re breathless, but it’s not from the kissing. 
The arousal from between your legs makes it difficult to catch your breath. His hands, roaming up your inner thighs, have never felt so foreign to you. Why did they feel so electric against your skin? It felt just like his kisses. 
In response, you breathe his name and his heart beats faster and faster. Jungkook places sloppy wet kisses, dragging his tongue along the side of your neck to your collarbone. Meeting the crease of your cleavage, he bites into it and you let out a moan. He’s rubbing his teeth against your skin, licking and sucking as he did with your mouth. Jungkook pulls away with a sleazy smile, proud of his artwork.
Maybe it’s the morning light that made him look so desirable right now, or the way that his eyes looked like they only wanted you, but in this moment, it feels like you’re his universe. 
You can’t take it anymore. 
You sit up, causing him to follow. You aren’t sure what comes over you, but it’s too late to back down when you both realize where you had just placed your hands. Fidgeting with his belt loop, he looks down and places his hand on top of yours. You two share and look, pausing because even though he wanted this more than anything; he wanted to be sure you did too. You nod with a reassuring smile and he caves. Just the longing look in your eyes sparkle causes him to lazily lean against your headboard, lift his hips and tug his bottoms off for you. You take off your sweat pants too. 
“We don’t have to—”
“Are you really about to say what I think you’re saying?” you breathe. “When it’s your fault I’m this wet?” His head spins when you take his hand and have his thumbs run against the fabric of your panties. 
How could he say no?
Literally. How could he? 
With a small shift, Jungkook takes out his semi-hard cock. You gulp. 
“Show me what that bratty mouth of yours can do aside from talk big.” 
You had no words. Seriously, why was his cock so pretty? You gaze at it a little longer and he gives you a look. 
“If you’re going to drool, I rather you just spit on it.” Suddenly, he takes off his hoodie, revealing his bare upper body. Your eyes trail over his tattoos more than his crafted abs.
You’re stunned. Absolutely lost for words. Breaking away from his trance, you do as he says. You run your tongue around your mouth, gathering your saliva before dipping your head and spitting right on it. As you pull away, a string of saliva follows and you look up at him. Eyes, wide and so innocent, yet your hands were the exact opposite. 
“You’re so big, bunny. What the fuck?”
Bunny.
He grins, giving himself a few lazy pumps. His hand on top of yours when he does so. Your eyes follow his hands and he instantly knows the reason for his precum. 
“You can take it, baby. I know you can.” He encourages slyly. He leans forward, pressing a kiss on your shoulder, then to your collar bone, to your cheek, and finally to your lips. 
You don’t know if you can. Really, honestly speaking. It’s thick and from the looks of it; only half of what it’ll be in a few minutes. Fuck, did you want him and this sight is making it difficult for you to think straight. 
Without warning, you reach out and grip his length, moving his hands aside. You add pressure to your wondering hands and look up at his bambie eyes; completely enchanted by your doing —by you. Jungkook takes a sharp breath in as you two watch your thumbs run over his surface, spreading his pre-cum. 
“What do you want, bunny? My mouth? My tits?” 
“You.”
You laugh, giving him a sweet kiss he’s definitely earned. 
“Be honest,” you pry. “What do you want?”
“I want to fuck your tits,” he reveals. “Then you,” you nod, understanding his wish and wanting so much to fulfill his desire. 
“Whatever you want,” you promise almost too sweetly. You remove your bra and Jungkook instantly traces the curves of your breasts with his eyes like a masterpiece. Like he’s memorizing the way they look, and to his surprise, you lift his hand and place them on your breast. 
“Is this what you want, bunny?” 
He nods vigorously. You grin, moving away from him and get on the floor. Kneeling down as he moves himself to the edge of your bed, he lazily gives himself three long strokes before you place your hands on him again. You bring yourself closer, tugging on his length to your tits. You with him for a moment, tapping him around and sliding your hands down his velvet skin. You pump him a few times before placing small kisses on top. Letting him enjoy the soft movements, you then run your tongue over the top of your teeth and spit onto his cock. You use your spit and his pre-cum like lube and begin to pump him faster. He’s twitching, utterly undone by your touch. You let go once it’s up on his own, almost so hard and big you wonder how this would ever fit inside of you. 
You squish your breasts together and begin to bounce. His cock, peaking at the top of your breasts, is throbbing. 
“You’re so big, Jungkook.” Bouncing faster, he moans watching you.
“You’re loving this, huh? You love having me like this? You’re ruining me, YN,” he tells you, short of breath.
“Mm —mhmm, yes. I love it!”
He’s losing his mind the same way you’re losing yours. Your big eyes, innocent tone, and movements are just too much for him. He’s not as strong as he thought he would be. You’re so good at this. You’re so good at tearing down his walls; changing his plans and making him suffer. But you were also so good at soothing him, making him feel good —making him feel better even when you’re the reason he feels like shit.
Jungkook doesn’t answer with words. He places his hand on your hair, tugging it. You smirk and lick your lips before pulling your breasts away. Bowing your head, you first dip low for his balls and before you wrap your plump lips around his cock. 
When you do so, he throws his head back and breathes heavily. “Mmph,” he voices. “Such a fucking tease.. All this time you just wanted my cock, huh? You look so pretty right now. You know that? You’re so pretty.” 
Kiss.
“The prettiest.”
You continue to suck him off and occasionally squeeze his balls. He feels like he’s in heaven; this is the best head he’s gotten in a while. Actually; it’s the only head he’s gotten in a while. 
He hasn’t told you but Jungkook hasn’t slept with anyone in almost two years. He hasn’t slept with anyone since you first stole his shirt and wore it around campus like a girlfriend. Like you could be his girlfriend.. Something like that. Ever since then, you continued to steal his clothes and he let you. He let you walk around in his clothes. He let you walk around looking like his girlfriend. 
“I’m gonna cum.” He states in a mild panic. 
You listen well, putting more effort into your act. His breathing becomes hitched as you pull away, holding his cock to your breasts. He cums over them and fights to keep his eyes open — moaning at the glorious sight. When he’s emptied himself, you run your thumb across his tip and feel him twitch. You two pause for a moment before he’s handing you your shirt and wipes his load off of you. 
Hands still on him, when cock relaxes and softens, you give it one last kiss and climb onto his lap. Your bare pussy and his cock at touching; and you glide back and forth for a moment. Jungkook catches his breath and sits up. 
“Hi.” 
“Hey,” he smiles. You take the back of your hand and wipe away the sweat accumulated on his forehead. “You worked hard.” he compliments, making you laugh. 
“I missed you.” 
“I missed you,” he repeats. 
“I didn’t miss how mean you get when we fight. Can’t you be a little nicer? Like when you were calling me pretty earlier?” you take the chance you can get, being on top of him wet and all. 
“With my dick stuffed inside your mouth? Yeah,” he says in awe. “I’ll be nicer.. Only if you’re less bratty.”
“But you’re into it!” you defend. 
Jungkook shoots up. “So you act bratty for me to get off on it?”
“I mean..” you gesture to your two naked bodies. Jungkook rolls his eyes, leaning on your shoulders to kiss them. He then moves on to kiss your cheeks and wraps his arms around you. Before you know it, he brings you down with him, laying on your mattress again. He’s cuddling himself onto you and you can’t help but do the same. 
He places chaste kisses on your jaw line, and you moan at his touch. You move, taking a seat on his lap again. 
“My favourite spot,” you tease.
He snickers as you lean into him. You begin moving your hips up and down, side to side; driving him crazy at this point. You can feel him hardening under your heat. The feeling of him in between your legs is enough for you to stimulate. He’s not even in you yet and you’re already drooling. 
“Like that,” he moans. “Feels good.” 
Fuck this man has you melting. Without an explanation, he’s lifting you up and flipping you so you’re laying on his mattress. There are no words to describe how much your heart is racing. Jungkook hovers over and you smile into the highly anticipated kiss. He does the same moments after you.
Lips passionately crashing onto yours, you two waste no time. You kiss him back just as lewd. His hands travel to your thighs and he squeezes them, gripping dangerously near your heat. How did his hands make it that far up? You didn’t notice because you were so focused on the way his tongue slipped its way into your mouth; boldly wrestling with yours. Soon, your energies calm and it’s more like a dance. Every time you pull away for a breath, he softly sucks on your tongue and moves his kisses to the corner of your lips patiently waiting for them to come back to him. 
“You taste like milk tea again,” he laughs when you bring your lips back to his. You switch to giving him short pecks and bring your hands to cup his face. “We literally ate the same thing too.”
“I bought a milk tea flavoured lip balm,” you admit, feeling slightly embarrassed at your childish purchase. 
He scrunches his nose and smiles wildly. “You’re so fucking cute.” He compliments before trailing wet kisses from the top of your breast to your neck. “So fucking wet too.”
It’s then when you feel his thumb rubbing against you. You moan as he deepens his touch, feeling the warm spread. 
“Are you gonna stick your fingers in me or what, bunny?” 
“Eager much?”
“Only for you.” 
He looks at you in amazement. God, when did he get so lucky to have you like this? His digits dig into you and all you can do is shamelessly spread your legs, not breaking eye contact with him. He swears he’d going to burst. 
“Fuck, Y/N.”
You fix your position on the bed, laying back and arching yourself as he inserts his sturdy fingers inside of you. He begins to circle around, all the while still using his thumb to rub your clit. His touch is gentle, but the way he is beginning to pick up the pace is what gets you biting your tongue. 
“How do I make you feel, baby? Boost my ego,” he chuckles, noticing your lip bite. You sigh deeply, beginning to lose your breath. Without much thought, you let out a frustrated groan. 
“Good! So, ah, fu— fuck. Jungoo— fuck! So fucking good.” you moan. “Only you.”
“Fuck, that’s right,” he confirms. “Only me.”
He wants you closer. He wants you to be completely fucked out and crying from overstimulation; he wants so much of you.
“You can do better than that, YN. You can be louder than that,” he assures you, reaching over to give you a quick kiss. “Can I taste you, baby?” 
You don’t hesitate to say yes. 
Gripping your bedsheets, you’re moved by the way he’s sucking your clit while pushing his fingers inside you in such clean strokes. His tongue, occasionally licking you up and down has you quivering. When it comes to sex, you aren’t too experienced. You haven’t really fooled around since high school and just had a few moments with other guys throughout your university life. Ever since you and the guys became close; you haven’t really gotten the chance to be active. They were way too protective. Besides, everyone knew who had their eyes on you.
Every split moment you think you’ve adjusted to his mouth on your pussy, he does something different. He’s burying his face inside you, gliding his nose and making you squirm. At one point, he’s slapping your heat and mumbling dirty words to it. At this point; you’re out of breath and you’re reaching your climax. You aren’t sure how you’re not screaming, but you’re thankful you aren’t. 
Your mind quickly thinks of Jungkook’s words from earlier: yours, and it makes your stomach turn. His movements are so quick now, you’re practically aching. 
“I’m gonna cum. Keep g-going.. Arghh,” you plead breathlessly. A few seconds later, as he’s flicking his tongue aimlessly. You feel him smiling against your pussy and licking you. You move your weight to your elbows, and suddenly he’s moving away. Quickly, he leans to you and kisses you. He runs his tongue around his lips and smiles. 
“Why— “
“Cum around me.”
You agree, he bites your neck as you lay down. 
“Condom?” Jungkook recalls. You shrug.
“If you want?” 
“To be honest,” he laughs. “Not really. Not with you.”
“Okay,” you agree. “I’m on the pill anyway.. And I trust you.” 
His heart is filled with glee. He offers you a bunny-like smile and cups your cheeks to kiss them. Then, he sits up, guiding his length around you. He glides himself into your folds a few times, gently lifting it once in a while to hit your heat. To which, you love. You bite your lip, watching him tease you 
“Plea— please, Jungkook,” you breathe. “Please.”
He smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. You don’t kiss back, instead, you tug him into your body. He crashes into you, and swiftly puts himself inside you. He groans and you let out a satisfied moan. 
He begins to pace himself, getting off with your hitched breathing and whispered pleads. His thrusts are deep and well done. He just knew how to fuck you and that was simply the truth. Within a few moments, he’s close. Jungkook throws his head back when he feels you begin to close in on him. He feels you lifting your hips, meeting him halfway. There’s no way to describe it with you, it’s complete pleasure. It’s the borderline of lust and love; everything about this was you. 
God, could he fall in love so easily right now. 
So a part of him does.
When you string your arm around his neck, kiss him slow and tender, he can’t do much more. He can’t fight the rush in his body. It’s the way you literally made him weak that had him go through overdrive. 
“I’m— “
“Mmhm, me too.”
“Where do you want me?”
“Inside!” you squeal, “where else?”
That does it. He attacks your lips, squeezing your breasts with his hands, and rolls his hips, pushing himself inside of you more and more. Then, you feel it. Your toes curl, and you whimper warnings. He feels your cum around him and it’s more than enough for him to begin to do the same. Jungkook spills himself in you, sloppily thrusting and chasing his high until he’s left catching his own breath. Foreheads pressed against each other, he kisses you once more. He stays there, inside of you. Oozing out of you, you feel your bed sheets begin to stain. You don’t care. His warmth is all you’re thinking of right now.
“I came too fast.”
You laugh, pushing him off of you. He lies beside you, laughing too. Like reflex, he kisses your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you.
“Seriously. I don’t think I’ve had sex in like… Two years.” Jungkook reveals. Your eyes widen.
“Are you serious?”
“Been about you,” he smiles. “Still about you.”
He earns himself a kiss. Jungkook happily accepts and pulls your covers over your bodies. You two cuddle in together, tangled in your sheets. 
“Can we take a break,” you request, as he moves into your arms. You play with his hair as he rests on your chest. “It’s still morning.”
He looks up at you, pecking your lips in responses. Jungkook moves back to hugging your body, mumbling, “okay, okay. Let’s recharge.” 
“Recharge?”
“Two fucking years, YN!” he complains. 
To which, you laugh and hit his shoulders playfully. He doesn’t care, he joins your giggles and snuggles himself into place. He buries himself into the crook of your neck, and you can’t help but sink into his embrace. When it gets quiet, you hear him silently mumble something against your skin. 
“What?” you whisper sleepily. Still, you’re running your fingers through his hair. You feel him take a deep breath and you swear you feel his heart collapse into yours when he repeats; 
“I want you like this forever.”
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Jungkook wakes up to the sound of your phone buzzing. At first, he ignores it, shifting himself closer to you, trying to fall asleep again. Merely dozing off again, he hears a knock on your door. You stir in your sleep, and Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheeks before getting up to answer the door. 
He stumbles, finding his underwear and then his pants. He approaches and opens the door, still adjusting his pants. Looking up, his eyes meet his precious friend. 
Jungkook didn’t need much context. The scene is set and the tension is obvious. Taehyung was standing outside your door, just as nervous and conflicted as he was earlier today. Taehyung was standing outside your door with two bobas, a small bouquet of pink camellias, and his heart out in the open. It takes a moment for the two of them to register each others presence. Briefly, Taehyung pauses and realizes that Jungkook is shirtless and buttoning up his pants.. Inside your apartment. 
The two friends share a look. One they have never shared before, and it feels unsettling for the both of them. A short-lived, yet relieved laugh escapes Taehyung’s lips. 
“This stays between us.”
Before Jungkook could answer his disoriented friend, Taehyung shoves the boba to Jungkook and turns away. Frantically, Taehyung rushes to leave with the pink camellias in his hands and his heart still with him. Jungkook is stunned, unable to gather his thoughts and actions. He lets Taehyung go without a fight. 
Maybe later tonight, he’d bring it up. 
Maybe tomorrow, he’d bring it up. 
Maybe one day, he’d bring it up. 
Was Jungkook supposed to tell you this? What is there to say about this interaction though? Even Jungkook had no idea what to feel; how could you?
And that’s when it hits him.. What if it was you that opened the door instead of him? What would have happened then? What would Taehyung have said or done? Would that change anything between you and him?
These questions follow Jungkook around as he puts the boba in your fridge and as he climbs back into bed with you.
As Jungkook lays beside you, he can’t help but pull your body closer to his —like he needed to. Half asleep, you adjust yourself into his arms and snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. 
“Where’d you go? Someone at the door?” you murmur into his skin.
Jungkook contemplates. His arm is wrapped around you, his thumb rubbing your arm in response to fill the momentary silence. He shifts closer to you, closing any remaining space between you two. Kissing your hair, he makes his choice. He decides and closes his eyes, letting it sink in. 
It’s selfish, he knows, but just because he didn’t deserve you doesn’t mean he’d decline your offer to be his. In each other’s embrace, that’s exactly what he does. He chooses to have you —no matter what way. 
“No where,” Jungkook lies. “No one.”
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Hi sweetie <3! I'm not sure if your request still opened but in that chance i was wondering if you can do a Shigaraki, Tanaka(Haikyuu), Reki, Hanako kun and Kaeya with a male reader who is like, shorty and likes soft things¿ if there are to much characters is enought Hanako and Tanaka, thnks!(srry if is badly worded, i just still learning English •w•) take your time ^^
I've never written for Sk8 or Toilet bound so I'm super excited for this one! And yes my requests are open and will always be open!! Sorry this took a little while I've been a bit busy. Hope I did good <3
Included: Shigaraki, Tanaka, Reki, Hanako, and Kaeya x Short!Soft!Male reader!
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Tomura Shigaraki
"You look..cute." Need he say more? Your fashion choices were different than what people saw as "masculine"
These are the things that drew him to you. You gave off a different aura than others. He loved you for that.
If he could stop time just to sit and stare at you he would. "Thank you Tomura.." Your voice was soft yet truthful.
Once he fixes the world, he will make sure you will get everything you want- no, deserve. You are his king.
You being his king is clearly shown when you leave the base. You don't get yourself involved with the LOV mostly because of you safety. He worrys every second your gone. He doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. He has many enemies and people looking for him, people definently know about you.
He dearly cares about you and your safety. He would do anything to protect you, even if it cost him his life.
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Ryūnosuke Tanaka
You are his god. Everything you do sends butterflies into his stomach. Everytime you walk into the room he suffocates.
He will make a scene everytime you walk into a room, was he wrong to do so? No. You were absolutely stunning, you turned heads everywhere you went. Sometimes it would be people judging your appearance, Tanaka would not let tbat slide.
No one could disrespect you, if you ever got upset he would take you shopping to buy anything you'd like. Your room would fill with cute objects that fit you aesthetic.
Tanaka knew he was lucky to have you, and he would always treasure that. Seeing you was all the proof he needed to know he had one at life.
His handsome god gleaming in the moonlight was a sight he never knew he always needed.
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Reki Kyan
Ever since you started dating he would try to teach you to skate. Everytime you tried you got hurt.
He made you a skate board that was a beautiful pastel pink and blue, it had a cute bunny on the bottom aswell. Even though you had a board you were too scared to skate
Slowly you got better, you took a lot longer than he did to learn to skate. He was proud of you when you fi ally got all the basics and few tricks down.
You were never alowed to go to "S" with him. When he would tell you the storys of what happened you'd feel bad that you weren't there, but you knew you shouldn't go for many reasons.
Even though you couldn't go to "S" he still introduced his skate family yo you. It contains his best friend, a middle schooler, and three adults. Lets say it was concerning at first.
Reki would invite you to skate with him and his family sometimes. Everytime you came Langa would complement your fashion, skateboard, and tricks.
Reki would get jealous a lot, but knew Langa only Meant well. You slowly became apart of this family and became a skater at "S"
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Yugi Amane/Hanako-kun
"You look adorable!" He loved the way your soft style of clothing looked next to his dark uniform.
It was a blessing that you found him. Ypu would help Nene and Kou clean the bathroom and Amane would always mess with your hair/Shirt. He thought you were the most perfect thing in the world.
It took him a while to feel comfortable introducing you to his brother. When he did Tsukasa was so offended that it took so long for you two to meet. None the less he thought you were perfect for his older brother.
He liked bringing you to boundaries with him and his friends. He would always protect you from anything attacking. You were his number one concern.
You would always leave boundaries unharmed thanks to Hanako. He never wanted this to end.
Too bad humans grow up, and ghosts don't.
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Kaeya Alberich
Compliments, it seems the only words he knew were words that would boost you ego. You never minded, you found them cute.
Along with all the nicknames and compliments, he would buy you everything you could ever want. He was the Cavalry captain after all.
All the bights loved you, amber especially. She thought you were adorable and perfect for Kaeya.
Dilucs thoughts of you were not great at first. You were dsting his brother, the brother he Hates.
Well, no matter what he said truly all he wated you to do was take care of Kaeya. He cared about him, not that he would ever say that to anyones face.
Take care of Kaeya for him.
Make Kaeyas life have a hapoy ending, okay?
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kuroos-world · 3 years
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The Bookshop Keeper - Dabi mini series
Masterlist A/N: thank you for reading ! :) lmk if you want to be tagged !
Pt.1 EC Pt.3 Pt.4
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Ever since your official introduction Dabi comes in more frequently. Often the two of you stay way past closing, discussing books you’re reading and theories you have about certain lines. Recently though you’d been reading lots of poetry, which you read aloud and Dabi listened intensely. Your voice was so soothing to him and he loved the way you annunciated your words. One night while you’re reading poetry, you sneak in some of your own. ‘Casually’ asking Dabi his thoughts on it, and when he realizes it was an original he’s elated. Demanding to read everything you’ve ever written, he’s so impressed and loves how intelligent and knowledgeable you are. Really though he’s just happy you trust him enough to read your innermost thoughts, and he learns so much about you through it. Pains you’ve hidden from others, topics that are important to you, how deeply you're capable of loving, and so much more. You become his escape from reality, and he was yours.
No matters what struggles you faced during the week, the two of you could always come to one another and relax. Whether it be reading in silence next to each other (which was Dabis favorite) , venting about the problem (mainly you) or distracting yourselves with talking about anything. He even stayed with you on long nights when you had to update your records or check inventory. Dabi became your most trusted friend, he knew practically everything about you, and even though he never talked about his personal life you felt like you really knew him too. But the closer you grew the more worried Dabi became. He feared his life with the LOV would catch up to him or worse you, he wanted to keep you as far away from that as possible.
“Dabi?” Your voice is so soft as you call out to him.
“Yeah? What’s up?” He asks from across the aisle. Tonight the two or you were unboxing and shelving a new edition of shojo manga, “Thanks for always keeping me company,” you’re smile is sweet and pure, Dabi chuckles, “anytime”
“I really like hanging out with you, mm, maybe though we can hangout outside the shop too?” Your tone is hopeful but you catch his gaze, Dabi stares at you with a blank face. He knows he has a mission coming up so he probably won’t be around for a while anyways “...or not” your voice falters but you smile at him to show you’re not upset. “Uh I mean I’d like to but I can’t for now” you nod and busy yourself with shelving the new books. He leaves soon after and you mentally kick yourself, ‘ he probably doesn’t want to or maybe he just doesn’t like being around me as much as I like being around him’ you lock up shop walking home quietly ‘only 2 blocks’ you tell yourself. You’re too wrapped up in your thoughts to notice the shadowy figure trailing behind you. He walks slowly mentally scolding himself for being so cold to you, but also for barely realizing you walk home alone every night. ‘I always stay late with you, dangerous and this idiot hasn’t even realized I’m following, ugh why don’t you ever say something?’ He thinks as he watches tensely as you walk into your apartment before walking away.
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You haven’t seen Dabi in about two weeks, you were worried you overstepped your boundaries. You sigh feeling lonely as you close up shop for the night. There was a quiet knock on the back door, you opened up to see Dabi. He was breathing heavily, his turquoise eyes wild with adrenaline, he’s holding his side leaning into the frame. His whole demeanor had changed from the quiet pensive man you knew to a cocky bastard, he smirks looking down at you, “can I come in?” He asks his voice full of arrogance, but you side step anyways. The two of you walking towards your office, “what happened?” You sounded so worried it was almost enough to bring Dabi down from the high he currently felt, “don’t worry about it-,” he sighs and you feel a change in him once again as he sits scratching his neck awkwardly, “uh I just need to lay low for a few hours, can I stay here?” You nod, “course you can” you touch his side and he hisses, your eyebrows furrow and you reach out to him. He lets you, watching you tentatively, you pull up his shirt seeing his scars but also a giant bruise forming right under. You stare at him eyes full of worry and pain for him, “ ‘s okay hun, I’m fine, I just need to lay low,” He was so excited to see you after his mission he completely forgot he’d have to lie about where he’d been and why he needed to hide out. The main reason he came here was because he’d rather hide out in a place he could feel close to you. He sits back in your comfy chair, eyes even more tired than you’ve ever seen. “stay with me tonight,” you say the words before your brain can even process them, Dabi still laying back, opens one eye, peaking at you. Once he sees the pink in your cheeks and the seriousness in your eyes he nods. The two of you walk side by side avoiding the open roads or anything with too many lights and people. When you arrive at your apartment your heart is racing, Dabi walks in behind you, his mouth hung open in surprise at the wall of books you had, filled from top to bottom. “Um so it’s not much but this is the living room, the kitchen is there, the bathroom is on that side and my room is through here,” you point everything out to him and walk into the room with Dabi right behind you, he laughs when he sees another small bookshelf by your bed, “those are your favorite ones right?” He asks seeing how worn most of them are and noticing a few familiar titles, your face heats at his words, “yeah.. I like to have them close” the innocence in your voice drives Dabi mad, you’re too cute. “Anyways, you can stay in here and I’ll take the couch” you smile at him, “y/n” his tone is stern and his eyes meet yours, “I know you read a lot of romance so not to be cliche but, we’re adults we’re more than capable of sharing a bed,” you give him a sheepish look, and he laughs loudly, more than you’ve ever heard him laugh. “Dabiii, I knoww,” you huff and he laughs louder, a full belly laugh, Your heart skips a beat at the beautiful sound, and he teases you some more. His demeanor was no longer cocky but also not as pensive as usual, he seemed more in his element, more comfortable than in the shop. He looked like he belonged here, teasing your embarrassed state, and laying in bed next to you with a book in his hand.
You leave him laying in bed while you go shower, you come back changed and sleepy. You yawn as you crawl in next to Dabi, who was still reading. He turns his attention away from the book, “y/n” he waits to have your full attention before continuing, “I appreciate you letting me stay with you,” he smiles, so kindly at you, you return the smile, “anything for you” he smiles wider, “read to me” he whispers, his face inching closer to yours “okay” you respond whispering too. He hands you the book, you open your mouth to read but he stops you, “come here” he pulls you to him. He leans against the headboard and sits you between his legs, you lay back against his chest, looking up at him in the dim light. He smiles down at you, playing with your hair, “read hun,” and so you do. The two of you lay like that you reading and him listening playing with your hair, happy to be in the blissful world you create.
You continue to read until you can barely keep your eyes open, Dabi takes the book from your hands placing it to the side and turning the light off, as your body relaxes into his,
“Y/n, lovely as ever,
Kind as can be,
You’re so very clever,
Please always stay with me”
he laughs at his own sappiness, pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head.
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@orenjineki @liitlesushi @icedtea-with-lemon16
@dabis-bitch @c0metar5on
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mo2k · 3 years
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hello bambam :>
do you have any favourite ships from people you follow? like people's selfship and all? i see them on my dash and smile when i see them, so i was wondering if you had any that made your heart warm too! take care lovely
Oh hello to you too dear anon ! ❣︎ And oohhhh yes I have ! <3 Tbh I kinda love everyone’s selfship ! But I’m gonna choose only a few I could think of here (but remember that I love all of your selfships ! And they are all my fav ! 🥺💗) Also I can totally understand that ! Seeing others selfship make my heart warm too !! And awie — pls take care as well ! ♥️
My fav’s ship + random thought I had ab. it ♥︎ :
@quirrrky — tetsurei (kuroo x rei) : This one’s… Are you kidding me ?? They’re practically soulmates like she always got him in her matchup or quizzes, their mbti even clicked ! They’re meant to be — yeah, I shipped this two v. much ♥︎ I also have the thought of kuroo teasing you non stop, trying to get you mad and flustered, and then apologize to you by giving you kisses & cuddles — oooooo
@madeofsaltiness — dabisey (dabi x sey ?? I’m sorry but I have no idea ab. your ship name T^T) : Yeah I know I once give sero to you. But I’m just so terrible at matchmaking and that I completely forgot ab. lov at that time whoops — nvm let’s not talk ab. it, anyway after I got to know you better, learn your type and stuff — I now shipped you w. dabi my bby シ A random thought I had ab. you two… dabi would hugged you tight when you fall asleep (maybe due to his bad past or something— so he’s kinda want to make sure that you’re safe :D), kissed the top of your head while mumbling a good night (??) Lol I somehow got this thought out of nowhere bahahaha ! 😂
@moon-mars-ikemen — mars x fat gum (I’m so sorry 😭🙏) : You both will be such a v. cute couple ! You are such a sweetheart & fat gum is one of the best boi ever uwu. I lowkey have the cute thought about you two going to the local market looking for some delicious food for a date asdfghjkl —
@koushisbutterfly — anasuga (anastasia x sugawara) : Yeah, they’re perfect for each other. Although I love suga too but they’re just so perfect for each other 😔👏 I bet suga must be dying to hear you play the piano (might eavesdrop too if you don’t let him — lmao imagine him putting his ear against the door just to hear you playing, and then got caught by the door slammed against his face bc you’re gonna go the bathroom bahahahaha !! 😂) bc you’re just so talented and have such an amazing person. 💕
@just-pepperbean, @joykamado , @yui-san0 — the triple tanjirou’s stan, I love them all v. much :> And I’m sure this precious bby boy will be whipped for you three too bc ya’ll are just so kind and sweet, and it’ll be v. adorable, too !! >w<
@samu-sorbet — faesamu (fae x osamu) : eh… I’m so sorry but I just couldn’t ignore the urge to include you, fae ! I wanna tell you that I love this ship so much ! It’s so so cute ahhhhh — trope I wanna give you two ; strangers to lovers. Samu met you in one of the local ice cream’s shop, you could practically sense that someone’s eyes were glued to you even when you don’t turn around. After a while you confronted him since he’s been making you uncomfortable, he then apologized profusely and offer to walk you home, what a cute lil love story huhu —
@maipxilia — maitsuki (maia x bakugou) : there’s one trope I wanna give to you both, and that’s opposite attract. You are so caring & sweet and bakugou is a tough on the outside (soft on the inside but there’s no way he’ll let anybody see that side of him, well *cough cough* you is an exception, of course *cough cough*) He’ll def look away from you to hide his blush when you’re being too cute ! Which is almost all the time but that’s just — ugh — >////<
@tooru-luvs — ahh zizi, I remember that you said once that you simp for nanami. If I’m not remember wrong, and I often had this random thought when I think ab. you & him… imagine nanami sometimes become distracted bc he’s been thinking of you <3 He know he should focus on work more, but he just can’t, and ended up come over to your house to confess his feelings to you that night bc he can’t just keep it anymore. Wow —
@kitacharm — nat ! my fav’s ship for you could be no one else but kita. Yeah yeah ya’ll fit each other so much and I can practically see kita simping hard for you but have no idea how to convey or say his feelings nor did he know how to come and talk to you hahahaha. Might also try to throw some flirty jokes — as he’s been advised by the twins & the team. but end up failing miserably and embarrassed himself, bby boy face would be so red & suna would take a quick pic of it and secretly send it in the team’s secret group chat whoops —
@animated-moon — ooh yes, moonten (moon x tendou) & @shirari — riri x shirabu, I’m kinda surprised (but in a good way, I’m excited too, actually —) at first that you both simp for character that came from shiratorizawa. Bc there’s not a lot of ppl (or at least for the ppl I’ve met before) who love character that came from shiratorizawa, they’re so underrated T^T. But overall I think you will be such a lovely couple ! (moon x tendou & riri x shirabu)
Riri — I think shirabu will silently ask (beg) to see your artwork bc they’re all so beautiful !! By giving you the looks that only you will understand. With his face shaded in light pink ofc, he’s too embarrassed to say it out loud but he really wants to see them ! (Both you and I know that he’s v. stubborn and not in the million years will he even try to voice his feelings *sigh* :<)
Moon — Awie, you & tendou will def practice volleyball w. each other !! And you both will go to each other’s game to cheer one another !! And it’ll be so cute asdfghjkl — tendou’s eyes would go soft, and he would also grin and winked at you when his eyes landed on you <33
@mysterystarz — keinova (akaashi x nova) ofc, could not think of anybody else ! I shipped you two v. much !! I have a feeling that bokuto would encourage (nah pressed) akaashi into confessing to you, being such a fantastic friend he is. And akaashi’s face would heat up & get flustered everytime bokuto bring this up ! >w< “Bokuto-san ! I told you to keep quiet ! She might hear you !” Ooh ooh lal laaaaaa~
Okay okay, enough — I might turn this into a short scenarios, might. Stress on that part, might. I’m not sure but I’ve been lacked in inspiration lately… nvm, anyway pls take care and have a great day everyone !! Remember ya’all are v. amazing & important !! I luv u so much for just the way you are !! ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
- With love, BamBam 🦢🌙
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I didn’t get to finish that I— anyways uhm, in his drunken state he manages to fuck her and he quickly gets attached. I love your writing so much, and I love giving out cute prompts for headcannons fics and drabbles
1/2 - Masked reader finally reveals her face to Shigaraki when they’re drunk one night. Now he’s beginning to get creepy with her, but when they get drunk again, he managed-
Aww you’re so sweet thank you! I’ll give ya a nice lil drabble <3
Also this turned out longer than I was thinking but that’s cool I guess so enjoy
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You’d kept the mask on since you’d joined the LOV, only taking it off in private and once in front of Kurogiri so he could get a piece of glass out of your face. You currently had a straw sticking out from under it, sipping at your fifth drink of the evening beside your companions; Shigaraki, Twice, Spinner, and of course Kurogiri, who was mixing you yet another drink at your request. 
“So what does that have to do with my question?” Twice sighed, taking another big sip of his beer. 
“The point is that you can’t just ask people if they have two dicks, Twice!” Spinner shouted, face red from a combination of alcohol and embarrassment. He cast a glance at you apologetically before downing the last of his drink and heading out, Twice following and continuing to press him on the subject. You giggled, head fuzzy as you slid your glass toward Kurogiri and picked up the new drink he’d set before you. 
Shigaraki just shook his head, giving you a slightly concerned look. You weren’t usually so bubbly, he knew you must be drunk. He sent Kurogiri an expression you didn’t see and he excused himself, leaving you and Tomura alone. You glanced around to make sure everyone had left, and slid the mask off your face, breathing deeply and letting out a content sigh at the fresh(ish) air hitting your face. 
Instantly you felt his eyes on you, not even trying to be subtle as he stared at your face for the first time. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wide. 
“What? It’s just me,” you mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Did he think you were gross or something? Maybe he’d been expecting something better and you were falling short. The thought had you downing the entirety of your drink, standing shakily and preparing to head back to your room. 
“N-nothing,” he said, forcing his face away to hide the blush creeping on his face. 
You left it at that, stumbling off to your room and passing out on your bed with your clothes still on, reeling from what had happened and cursing yourself for taking off the stupid mask. You’d forgotten it on the counter, but when you woke the next morning it was on your bedside table. 
Figuring he’d probably been pretty drunk too, you decided it wasn’t too big of a deal, even if the thought of him finding you unattractive stung and made your eyes burn. And even if he kept staring at you creepily since then. Until the next time everyone had headed off to bed while you and Shigaraki continued to drink, awkwardly silent as you sipped at your drink through a straw, keeping your mask on. 
After a long pause, Shigaraki spoke,
“You could take that off, you know,” he nodded at you and gestured at your mask. You blinked at him, not that he could see it, and slowly slid it off your face, placing it on the counter beside your drink. 
“You acted weird when I did it before,” you mumbled, taking another sip of your drink. He looked down, playing with the rim of his glass,
“You’re pretty,” he said almost inaudibly. You stared at him with wide eyes, nearly choking at his statement. 
“W-what?” You gaped. He wouldn’t meet your eyes, opting instead to stare at his glass before knocking back the rest of it and turning to face you. 
“You’re pretty,” he said more confidently. You felt blood rush into your face and noticed pink dusting his. That’s when he leaned in, suddenly forcing his lips against yours and digging four fingers into your shoulder to pull you closer. 
You kissed back to his slight surprise, locking your arms around the back of his neck and leaning into his touch, complying immediately when he swept his tongue along your lips. Your mouth opened for him and your tongues lapped at each other hungrily, his hands carefully roaming your figure with only three fingers on each hand at a time. 
Once you broke the kiss he took your wrist, pulling you quickly back to his room, locking the door as soon as it closed and pouncing on you, holding you close and decaying your shirt as you held his face, kissing him all over it and making him more flustered. 
You nearly tripped on some of his clothes he’d left on the floor as he pushed you back, guiding you to his unmade bed. He must not have been expecting you to reciprocate so well. You laid back, letting him straddle you as his hands destroyed the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare under him, shyly covering your chest with your arms before he pinned them beside your head.
“You’re mine now, y/n,” he panted, planting several kisses along your jaw, “I’ll look if I want to,” he muttered against your lips, closing the distance and sealing your mouths together briefly before leaning back to admire his new possession. You squirmed a little, but could feel slick gathering between your thighs. 
Your chest heaved as you panted, splayed out as he drove his knee between your legs to force them apart. 
“Be a good girl,” he breathed against your skin, pausing to lick a long strip up your neck, “I’ll make you feel good,” 
He released your hands, decaying his shirt and pants before pressing himself tightly against you, swirling his tongue around one of your hardened nipples and pinching at the other one, eliciting a moan from you. His hips rocked against you, grinding his boxer-clad erection against your wet core.
He slid down further, settling himself between your legs and forcing your legs apart further, opening you up to him. You tried to push his head a little, squealing for him not to look, but he swatted at your hand and gave your inner thigh a bite. 
“I said be good,” he growled, rubbing over where he bit when you relented, using your hands to grip the sheets instead. 
He licked and suckled at your sensitive folds, unsure what exactly he was doing but using your reactions against you until you were crying, twisting your fingers in his head as he coaxed an orgasm out of you, continuing even after you begged him to stop until you came on his tongue a second time. When he pulled away, trails of your slick and his spit connecting him to you, he grinned at you widely. 
“I’m gonna fill you up,” he said between kisses to your thighs, hips, chest, working his way back up to kiss your lips softly, “over and over again until you know you’re mine,” he panted, swallowing the groan you let out as you felt his tip press against your already sore entrance. 
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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 years
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more Thots™ i'm feeling emo bc i just wrote some letters to my pen pals. not a request, just a thot dump
i like to think that stucky would handwrite letters to each other when they're out of town for long periods of time. they seem like the type to send snail mail. mostly it's when steve's gone for diplomacy reasons, bc bucky is Retired™
steve because he staunchly supports USPS and wants that specific government institution to thrive, and
bucky because he's sentimental and enjoys having cute little envelopes and cards and stationery around the house and his room with steve's handwriting on it 🥺🥺
i can also see them going to a local bookstore n shopping for cute stationery, pens, etc. bucky 100% has a messy desk and needs to clean it off to write one. he has a million pens to choose from. he likes fountain pens n wax seals.
steve is still heavily regimented and used to the Rules the allies drilled into him so his desk is neat, he has one normal ballpoint pen. boring. bland. lame. but bucky still loves him anyway and cherishes every single letter he gets.
also i'm 100% using your hiatus as an excuse to out myself. hi! sorry i disappeared for a bit. i'm gonna miss those massive paragraphs while ur in school but i have a feeling peach & i are gonna be filling your dashboard with lots of Thots™ anyway 😈😈
- formerly 🎁
Hey!!
I've been seeing you in my notifications and it's nice to pair your asks with your blog! Pen pals are super fun lol Also- apologies for not answering this prior, it got lost in my asks unfortunately! Forgive me <3
Yes! I agree. They totally love actually writing physical letters. Not just emails that they pretend are like letters.
(I can see both Bucky and Steve getting into the art of letter writing, thick, pulpy paper, fountain pens, pressed flowers, scents sprayed inside the envelope, wax seals on the outside. All of it. Bucky I can see because a) he's a romantic at heart and b) he will do as a damn well pleases now that he's retired. Including acting like a grandpa. And Steve because he's an artist at heart.)
Oh my g o d I didn't read your reasoning before I wrote that ^
Your reasons too. AH! Yes. Yes. Yes.
Steve trying to single handedly uphold the postal service haha and-
Bucky's sentimental, romantic self coming out. Induldgently buying himself all the pretty, expensive paper and pens and cards and envelopes he wants. Smiling everytime he goes past a little peice of Steve; his heart scrawled out from his chest to his fingertips on paper for him and only him. Bucky's heart fluttering when he sees one of the first letters Steve wrote him after the ice and after his own freedom, when they were together again. It's a full three pages - front and back of each page - of I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I lov- written in his best, prettiest script. Because its true and also because now he can write it and it's not only LEGAL but also not something that will be redacted (had he dared write it down before), lost to time and ugly, thick, black lines over otherwise perfectly good paper, marking the eyes of someone else peeping in. Knowing their voices, their handwriting, their secrets.
Y e s
They totally go on little excursions/dates to local book shops!
I can see Bucky’s messy desk in my head and I can also hear how he would cross his arms, roll his eyes, and huff while admitting, okay, yes, he does tease Steve all the time for having so many goddamn colored pencils of the same color, so many fucking pencils that're all the same, and enough sketchbooks to cover the entire floor of their apartment but c'mon... he just needs some more pens. Like, c'moooon, Steve, don't you want a handwritten letter in pretty, sparkly pink gel pen? Mmm yes, I see the wax seal and the fountain pens!
Yeah, I see that. During a sketching or drawing session, especially if its a vent one, is when Steve's desk can get messy. Pencils and pencil shavings all over the place. Paint flecks over his fingers and hands and forearms, smeared over his cheek too probably. But he always cleans after he's done, so when he's writing, he's neat and orderly. Okay though- you said one ballpoint pen and I just. I have this one ballpoint pen myself, black ink, that I'm now imagining Steve would LOVE. I cannot explain how smooth the ink is and how satisfying the weight of the pen is. Like. I literally, when I got it, made up sentences to write down for no goddamn reason because it's such a good pen. Doesn't cramp your fingers or anything. I see Steve with a pen like that. One that he adores too much to part with, y’know? It's a good mass, a good rolling tip, and encourages him to be comfortably lulled into writing a lot.
Hi yeah!! As aforementioned, sorry I didn't get to this earlier! But I 1000% look forward to seeing you and peach (@theelectricpeach) on my dash! I love both you guys so much <3 <3 <3
Thank you for dropping your Thoughts™️
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i-may-be-stupit · 3 years
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Idk the horney got me, so here we are HAHAHAHA 18+ and kinda a bit of crack at times, ENJOY!!!!! Oh! And this is reletively gender neutral, babes!!
Your name is (Y/N) (L/N). And you've always been known as a good kid. That is until your father was murdered by a hero. He did a lot of dirty work, sure, but he did it for his family to survive. And when a hero took him down, everyone cheered. They never though about his family. Nor his place in the world. They saw him as dirt. The same way you started seeing heros.
To you, heros didn't care about the villians and didn't care whether they died or lived. They were savage beasts who needed to be taken down. You became a villian. You would assassinate hero after hero with the simple tittle of "Marrow." And that's when you met the League.
They had the same ideals as you and could help make your dream a reality.
You joined the League, but you were still you. You were a seemingly innocent flower that blossomed in any form of villainous mayhem.
Your quirk was known as simply bone manipulation. You could manipulate your bones however you pleased and you could even shoot them out like needles. But, you were at higher risk for osteoporosis.
Its been 6 months since then and you've made yourself at home with the LOV. Twice and Toga were your closest friends now, but Shigaraki just hits different.
You'd go out and have fun with your two close friends, and to be honest, you're pretty sure that you three had pulled every prank possible on Dabi. Kurogiri was like a dad to you now. He gave lots of great advice and made sure that you kept up with your online college classes in between villian duties.
But shigaraki was a whole other story.
I mean, he was usually crule and hateful towards everyone, but the League was his soft spot. He treats members like family. He cherishes them. Even if he doesn't say it. He almost always have been putting them first.
And it made you kind of...attracted to him.
Yeah, he was dryer than the Saharan Desert, and had a diet of strictly microwavable ramen and redbull, but he was actually a good guy. You caught yourself staring at him a few times per day and your crush on him was appearant to you as well as all the other members.
So here you were, staring in awe at Tomura as he and Dabi played against eachother in Mortal Kombat. (They'd fight at least once a day, so Kurogiri made up the idea of fighting in Mortal combat instead whenever they got fed up with eachother) You blushed, seeing Shigaraki so serious. Ugh, there's just something about him...
Toga walked into the room and sat down in the loveseat next to you. She smirked before loudly announcing, "Gee, (Y/N)! It looks like your boyfriend, Tomura, is winning!" You started choking her.
No, deadass.
You fucking wrapped your hands around her neck and violently shook her head back and forth like Bart and Homer Simpson. Toga just laughed and moaned, causing you to feel too violated to keep choking her. You let go and as you did, Shigaraki stood up and started making fun of Dabi for being a "Bitch ass loser."
You blushed deeply, eyes lidded while gazing at the crusty boy. All you could see was Shigaraki, hearts around him as he did his breathtaking victory dance in slow motion. His gorgeous, dehydrated body swayed and jiggled happily as he jumped a few times, white specs gently fluttered from his head. His dandruff glistening in the florescent lights, as you sighed, absolutely smitten. Dabi rolled his eyes at his boss before looking at you. He then smirked. This cant be good.
Dabi chuckled. "Oh okay, Shiggy, you beat me fair and square." Shigaraki looked at him suspiciously. "It's okay though." He smirked, "Because I'm sure that (Y/N) can give me a little pick-me-up!"
The white haired boy glarred at Dabi then at you. Dabi slyly slipped over to you and Toga. He grabbed you be your wrist and pulled you up to stand. You were too flustered out of your mind to even do anything. He wrapped both of his hands around your waist. "Isn't that right, baby?"
You laughed awkwardly, "Dabi, not to be rude or anything, but you seem like a heavy man and I don't know if I could manage carrying all of your body weight if I were to pick you up, I mean my bones are kinda brittle as they are and-"
He brought his face to yours and kissed your neck softly. "We're gonna have some fun tonight, right?" You fucking hit him with a suplex, a small crack being heard from your hip. God damn it, your fucking brittle ass bones! Everyone burst out in laughter (aside from Kurogiri who was facepalming). Dabi sat on the floor rubbing his head in pain. "Fuck, (Y/N)! It was a joke!"
You folded your arms and frowned. "Well don't joke around with me like that!" Heat rose to your cheeks, "Especially in front of T-Tomura..." You looked at your boss to see him still too busy laughing at Dabi getting backflipped. You smiled shyly, holding your cheeks and wiggling like the love sick shit you are. He's so dreamy~ oh my, is he coughing up blood from laughing too hard?
You looked in disgust for a moment before sighing loudly. Ugh, it's so sexy when he coughs up blood! Shigaraki looked at his hand before licking the blood back into his mouth like a fucking heathen-
Sorry.
Your fucking heathen.
Later that night, everyone was out and about, leaving you and Shigaraki alone. He was drinking a glass of rum and coke as you doodled in a little notebook. You looked up to see him staring at you already. You both quickly looked away. It's been rough lately, dealing with your crush on him.
And Tomura was catching on.
Well, kinda.
He thinks he's really ugly and unworthy of love, so he thinks you just stare at him because you're still taken back at how hideous (he believes) he is. He's been wearing Father on his face more often and been getting more easily upset at you. But, he was also confused because he was starting to like your fragile self.
He's scared that he'll break you with one tap of the finger. That's just how fragile you seem. Shigaraki smiled softly, staring deeply into his glass.
(Y/N) seems so fragile, but they're a god damn hurricane.
Shigaraki swirled his cup around, deep in thought. How can they fight so well when they seem so brittle? It's strange. It's unexpected... It's interesting. Your boss' cheeks turned a tint of pink. (Y/N) can pull off a suplex on Dabi. Their back bent so far... I wonder what (Y/N) looks like arching it for me... He looked over at your figure. You were awkwardly dangling your feet off the couch, seeming to be lost in thought. Tomura sighed and took another whisk of his drink. They're way too cute for me...
There's been a lot of awkward times with you two alone. And you could both feel the tension. Shigaraki left to his room with a small sigh. He hates basically everything. But you? He might just love you.
You two hung out a lot actually. You'd play videogames together and have small movie nights for the two of you. You vividly remembered cuddling up beside him one winter night. It was snowing and you two chatted while sitting on the floor making Smores in the fireplace.
But it got harder and harder to be around eachother when you both started liking eachother. It got...awkward. And the night that Tomura asked you if you wanted to watch a horror movie with you and got a concerned face from you was the night his heart broke. You just didn't want to accidentally grab him at a jumpscare and have him laugh at you for being a pussy. But he thought that you just didnt trust him.
You sighed, thinking about that shitty night, and walked to Shigaraki's room. You had to tell him about your feelings. You knocked softly and was allowed to enter. Shigaraki was sitting in bed, wide awake, just sitting there, staring at the wall in front of him in thought.
You sat awkwardly on his bed in a tense silence for a good minute as the man just stared awkwardly at you through the hand on his face. Shigaraki sighed when he noticed you werent going to say anything, and he set Father down on his nightstand.
"(Y/N), I feel uncomfortable with you staring at me all the time." Heat rushed to your cheeks and you stared harder at the  ground. "I get that I'm ugly, but you should know how rude it is to stare-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" You glarred at him, anger boiling up. "The fuck did you just call yourself?!"
He glarred right back at you. "I said I was ugly, did I stutter?"
Yeah. Youre choosing to ignore that attitude. "Tomura, you're not ugly."
He rolled his eyes. "There is literally no other reason for you to be staring at me that much, mutt."
You folded your arms with a frown. "I think you're handsome."
He laughed.
He laughed hard as hell.
For a good 3 minutes straight.
"Oh thats a good one, (Y/N)! You know, I'm actually enjoying you-"
"I'm serious!" You poked his chest hard while getting closer to his face, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. "I think you have pretty eyes!" You poked him again, "You have a pretty face!" You poked him one last time, "And you're an amazing leader!" Shigaraki went silent with a blush and so did you. You twittled your fingers together, looking away timidly. "I-uh... I think I l-like you, actually."
Tomura chuckled breathlessly with concern for your mental health, eyes darting around uncomfortably. "Are you being...serious...?"
"Mm-hm..."
"Oh....okay." He awkwardly looked away from you with a small blush. Hes never had anyone like him romantically. Actually, not a lot of people even like him generally. And it made it extra weird with you being so damn cute and funny to him. 
You layed down on his bed, anxiety rushing through you. It was weird to tell your boss that you liked him. I mean, its probably gonna be awkward between you two forever! Tomura layed down next to you. His hands overlapping eachother on his chest. You looked over to him with a small awkward smile. "So-uh... do you like me back...?"
Tomura frowned. "Are you fucking dumb??" You winced and he just rolled his eyes. "It would be impossible to not fall in love with you." A small chuckle left your lips as he softly started playing in your (h/t) hair.
You frowned. "Did I say you could touch my hair?"
He rolled his eyes before lifting you up to straddle him. Heat rushed to your cheeks. And you pushed his chest away as your (e/c) eyes darted away. "T-Tomura, what are y-you doing?" You were speechless and flustered. And it wasn't helping that his hands were laying on your waist (pinkies up of course).
Tomura chuckled with a mischevious look in his eyes. He slowly moved his hands up and down your sides. "Let me play with your hair...and as a reward..." He kissed you softly on your lips. "I'll make you feel things you've never felt before...." He licked your ear and you thanked the Lord for that because it just made his mouth a lil less crusty. "Deal?" His breath tickled your ears and your breathing turned into aroused, airy breaths.
"Deal..." Shigaraki smirked before kissing you roughly, his hand engulfed in your (h/t) hair, leaving his middle finger up of course. As his tongue darted around your mouth, he pulled your hair harder, causing a wince of pain from you. His lips left yours quickly.
"Am I being too rough?"
You smiled softly at him. He cares! "Oh, just a little."
Shigaraki grinned before pulling your hair even harder. "You'll get used to that." Your eyes widened in fear and pain as he threw you onto the bed roughly. He kissed you harder, and forced your thighs open with both of his hands, pinkies up.
He laughed with arousal, pressing his clothed member against you. You sighed as he grinded against your bottoms while tongue kissing you. His hands left your thighs and brought themselves to your body. He sucked, kissed, and bit all over your neck and his indexes and thumbs twirled and pulled at your nipples under your shirt.
"Ah-!" You moaned loudly as the man sucked at your soft spot. "T-Tomura!" A small gasp left your lips and his connected to your skin. Mumbled moans came from you, your hand over your mouth. Tomura glarred the second he heard a moan muffled. "H-Hey!" He had grabbed your hand from over your mouth and tightly gripped it with four fingers, pressing it against the headboard.
He grinned widely out of nowhere, "You really thought you could get away with hiding those beautiful sounds from me?" He sat up, unbuckling his jeans. His eyes went cold as he took off his pants and boxer briefs. "I'm gonna have to get some type of...hm, whats the word?" He looked away in though before smiling and snapping his fingers, "Compensation! Yeah...and I know just what I want from you." Shigaraki push you off of the bed roughly. You fell to the floor and rubbed your arm. He sat on the king-sized in front of you with his cock in his hand. "Suck."
You frowned at him. Did he really have to push you off like that? You got on your knees between his thighs and took a good look at it.
Fuck, he's hung...
You covered your mouth with a huge blush. Where the hell did that come from?! He was a good nine inches and quite thick. You frowned at him and pointed at his cock. "The fuck am I supposed to do with this?" He frowned.
Shigaraki didnt say another word. He just grabbed you by the hair and placed it against your lips. You frowned before licking the tip softly, making him laugh breathlessly. "Fuck..." You sucked on his tip and his hand tightened around your hair, pulling a bit. He looked down at you, smirking while absolutely flustered. "Ugh, your little mouth was made for my fat cock, wasn't it, (Y/N)?" He chuckled and pressed your head forward, forcing a bit more of him inside of you. Shigaraki panted as you bobbed your head back and forth on him. "Youre such a fucking slut..." His cheeks was tinted pink as he stared down at you. Tomura started bobbing your head back and forth on him. He laughed as you gagged on him. "What? Is it too big?" Your face went even hotter. How can he be so fucking conceited yet self conscious?! The white hair boy held your face and was practically thrusting into your mouth at this point. He threw his head back and groaned as cum filled your mouth. "Fuck, (Y/N), you're good at that." He watched you like prey as you thumbed the white substance dripping down your chin. You licked your thumb and he chuckled. "How does it taste?"
You smirked at him minscheviously while getting back on the bed. You took off your bottoms and short then spread your legs. "It tastes good enough to deserve a tip, right?" Shigaraki licked his lips as he crawled in between your thighs.
He rubbed you, playing with your slit. "Did sucking me off really get you this turned on?" You flushed and covered your eyes with your forearm. Tomura smirked mischievously as he licked at you. You moaned quietly, his tongue swirling around and his finger going in and out of your hole.
He stuck his ringerfinger in and you squeaked in pleasure. "Mmm... Tomura, I-just like that..." He sucked and licked, getting more sloppy as his fingers pumped in and out of you. He pumoed faster and faster and your small groans turned into loud moaning as you orgasmed. "Fuck Tomura! Ah-!" You came in his mouth, immediately apologizing. Shigaraki just licked his now soaked fingers and you just stared at him, blushing hard as hell. You smiled softly. "H-How do I taste?"
His red eyes prowled your body as he got on top of you. Your cheeks got hotter when he strattled you. You sighed as he rubbed his manhood against you. Small, flustered moans escaped your lips at his teasing. "You taste like you were missing something." His warm breath tickled your ear, "But I'll fix that right up for you."
Tomura slowly entered you. He groaned out your name in ecstasy. You were a bit uncomfortable at first at his thickness. "W-wait, dont move yet..." You breathed in and out slowly, feeling yourself adjust to him. A groan left your lips, "O-okay..."
Tomura grinded against you, kissing your neck as your hands fiddled with his hair. He started off slow, savoring the feeling of you. He sighed into your collarbone. "God, (Y/N), you're so tight..." He cursed underneath his breath, fucking you a bit faster.
Tears pricked at your eyes. This was almost too much for you. Youve always fantasized about being with Shigaraki and now that it was happening, it felt almost too good to be true. He grinded into you deeper, filling you up fully as his hand held both of tour wrists above your head. The bed rocked as he started thrusting into you faster and deeper. "T-Tomura, you feel so good inside of me!" He groaned louder and you couldn't help but become flustered at all of his noises.
He fucked you even faster and harder. "Fuck, youre mine now, okay?" You nodded and moaned louder at him. "Oh fuck!" His white hair bounced as he pulled out and flipped you over. You were on your forearms and knees, begging for him to keep fucking you good as he thrusted in and out, his hand pulling at your hair as the other gave the occasional spank on your ass. Tomura's thrusts became sloppy as you reached your peak. You both moaned loudly, his cum pouring from inside of you. Shigaraki pulled out and immediately collapsed next to you.
You panted as his arms wrapped themselves around you. You smiled at him. "That was good, right?" He chuckled and kissed your lips.
"The best."
You two spooned as Kurogiri had an extra glass of wine, in utter disgust at when he was forced to hear.
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