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dottedsilktie · 3 days

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Spring cleaning

Nanami Kento is the perfect man. At least, he would be if he wasn't so hellbent on dragging you into his maddening cleaning routine. Luckily, he knows just how to get you on board. cw : tooth-rotting fluff ! a little suggestive if you squint

You used to be partial to spring, looking forward to the last days of March when the prospect of warmer days thawed the chilly remnants of winter. Then you met Kento, and spring was no longer associated with flowers in bloom and sunny days ahead. Ever since you moved in together, you started dreading the last two weeks of March.

Kento had a peculiar way of welcoming the new season and it involved a day of thorough and almost debilitating spring cleaning. The first time he told you about it, you waved off his detailed plan for the day as a joke. Now, years later, you still cower at the thought of the back-breaking, mind-numbing and, quite frankly, infuriating cleaning programme he puts together every year to test your patience.

You've tried everything to get out of it - faking an illness, 'inadvertently' scheduling a conflicting business trip, crying and grovelling at his feet - but nothing worked. So you've come to accept your fate and gave up on throwing a tantrum first thing in the morning when your alarm rang at 6 AM sharp on that dreaded day. Kento was already out of bed, probably gearing up for a long day of power raking the yard and getting off on it. You were almost tempted to snooze it but you knew he would just slither in your room and snatch you out of bed himself. So you steeled yourself to get up, get ready and get cleaning. Kento was waiting for you in the kitchen, brows furrowed and deep in thought as he went over the printed plan he'd stuck on the fridge. He barely acknowledges you when you croak out a hoarse 'good morning' and kiss his cheek, only humming and squeezing your waist in passing. A glance at the plan he perused was enough to send shivers down your spine : it involved raking, watering, trimming everything in the garden, followed by never-ending laundry and finally channelling Kento’s Marie Kondo obsession to sort through your closets and get rid of enough junk to appease his vendetta against unworn clothes.

Once you settle on your high chair in front of the marble countertop, Kento pushes a cup of coffee towards you, and when you wrinkle your nose at the uncharacteristically potent smell, he explains with a small smile, “Blond roast ristretto - you’re going to need it, darling ” before kissing your forehead and standing up to his full height in front of you.

You just stare at each other for a while - you sipping the sewer water he called a coffee, and him shooting you a sharp scrutinising glare that’d have you squirming the right way any other day. “You are usually quicker than this, almost feels like you’re stalling for time”, he observes with the slightest amused upwards twitch of his mouth. God why must a man this handsome be so insufferable. “Just savouring the exquisite coffee my darling husband made for me, is that wrong ?”, you retort, tone dripping with sarcasm that only makes his smile wider. You think you might just be able to charm and laugh your way out of this but he’s quick to pinch your nose to distract you and snatch your mug from your hands, fine blond brows quirked and rosy lips stretched in boyish mirth. He doesn’t have to reprimand you, you’re already raising your hands in defeat, mumbling in a tone nothing short of dejected, “Okay, okay – no need to get handsy, it’s not easy giving up on my freedom”. To drive your point home, you make a show out of slowly sliding off your high chair, hissing and groaning as you stretch your arms over your head and crack your knuckles right under Kento’s nose. “I’m not fit for these things, Kento - every time I move I feel my body cracking and all, I’m not made for physical labour”.

He listens intently, amusement shifting into mild concern as his hangdog gaze dart between your cup that he rinses off and the pathetic stretching routine you’re performing. Kento moves to dry his hands on a kitchen towel before cupping your cheeks. His amber eyes are so soft and he looks at you with a fondness so genuine, so poignant you’re sure he’s going to let you off the hook. You inch even closer to victory when he bends down to brush the tip of his nose against yours and ghost chaste kisses along your cheeks, your jaw, then your temples. He stays like that for a while, one hand at your nape brushing the delicate hair there, the other cradling your face and rubbing soothing circles against your heated skin.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers right into your ear, his voice smooth and comforting, then he’s back to peppering your temple and cheek with small pecks that make you melt against him. “It’s fine, I know you wouldn’t want to put me through that now that you see just how bad it’d be for me to — " “I’m sorry that you thought this would be a convincing performance”, he cuts you off, biting down on your earlobe, making you gasp at the unexpected nip of his sharp teeth against your sensitive skin.

He pulls back to appreciate how your pretty face contorts in fluster, then surprise, before twisting in an angry pout. You’re gnawing at your bottom lip, arms crossed over your chest, truly defeated this time and the shame of being played only adds to your growing irritation. “My petulant little thespian is at her wits’ end”, he taunts you in a singsong voice, his usually inflectionless baritone voice sounding uncharacteristically chipper. You stare at your feet with the vexed mortification of a child caught red-handed and Kento has to hook a finger under your chin for you to look him in the eyes.

“Do a good job cleaning today and I might just help you work out those aches that make you ‘unfit’, mmh ?”, he offers, the swift flicker of his gaze between your eyes and your lips sullying the apparent innocence of his offer. He doesn’t give you time to answer as he brushes past you, a smug smile playing on his lips, and you all but scurry out of the kitchen, hot on his heels and bursting with energy. Needless to say, the house is spotless by the end of the day, your assigned chores crossed off at record speed.

can you tell i love domestic kento

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mooonjin · 8 months

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A Little Needy

Notes: ayyy first miguel drabble out now! yes hes very hot and very very veyr very very aattractive and has very big titties in the header. im accepting reuwests for him now by the way if u wanna pop into my inbox!11!!

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Summary: Miguel happily consented to you taking his virginity but he didn't realise how experienced you actually were. It's safe to say the 'M' in 'Miguel' stands for messy...

Warnings/Tags: 18+ work!! minors shoo flyyyyyyy - piv (wear protection cus they didnt), losing v-card mentions, no y/n mentions, implied f!reader but i dont use pronouns (i think), sub!Miguel, fantasy talk, cowgirl position, lowkey a short drabble sorry <3 ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

"Tell me, have you ever fantasised about me?" You asked Miguel.

His breath became ragged and laboured, each inhale was a desperate attempt to try answer you. The rhythmic pounding of your hips as you came up and down drowned out any last thoughts.

You simply watched him, his chest tightened and his gasps of air grew more intense at the sensation of your tight cunt. He was struggling to keep up with your pace despite laying there for you.

"Answer me." You mentioned once more. However, you smirked, enjoying this affect you had on him. A sheen of sweat formed on his forehead and he inhaled, finally being able to answer.

"Um y-yes.. I have." He finally whimpers out, sounding a little embarrassed. This was his first time, of course he was. He'd never ever think in his life he was here, probably about to share what he imagined with you.

You smirk, "What have you thought about?" The pace of yours hips continue to catch him off guard, he nearly forgot you were even talking to him.

He moaned out, "I've thought... I've thought about us d-doing, hngh, a lot of.. things-" He scrunched his eyes shut at the feeling of your warm cunt.

You couldn't help but smirk again. You knew an exact answer wasn't going to escape him, after all, you seemed to have completely invaded his mind, "Like?"

Miguel gulps, grunting every time your hips met his pelvis, "L-Like.. the stuff you'd expect, ungh, people to-to fantasise about." He slid his hands to your thighs, savouring your soft skin.

Ah, he was going to play this game. To tease him, you slowed your movements, watching as his neck craned up to wonder why you stopped.

"I want to hear it from you." Your cunt was gently clenching around his cock, making him gulp every more and then. You gently rocked back and forth, letting out soft exhales from the feeling of being filled.

"Oh- okay," Miguel looks up at you, his eyes wandering over your figure and mainly the bra you had on, "I uh, imagine you.. on top of me." He groaned, your warm cunt keeping his cock snug.

"Mhm?"

"And you making noises... your heavenly sounds of you enjoying yourself." He bites his lips, already imagining it himself. He sits up, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and tries to pump his cock in and it of you again.

"Yeah?" You taunt, pushing his hips down, keeping him still.

He seemed more nervous now with his words, "Can you please move, I can't take it..."

"Not until you tell me your fantasies." You smirk.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, his cock pulsating inside you desperately. You slowly started to bring yourself up the length of his cock to tease him and let out a choked whimper in response.

You pitied him as you slammed your hips back down onto his, causing his eyes to shoot open and strained moan to escape his throat. He felt like his lungs were suddenly punctured.

He groaned with a mix of pain and pleasure.

With your beautiful figure straddling him, Miguel swallows lightly, his face turning red. He was too needy, his hands making their way to your hips to hold you in place. His hands gently fondled your plush. Miguel wants to thrust his cock in and out of you but you wouldn't let him.

He didn't imagine being the submissive one when he planned on losing his v-card.

But he'd be submissive for you.

Only for you.

Post-Notes: what a suprise that the first miguel thingy i put iut is smut!!!!! also my requests are opne now as well as an updated taglist form! :D

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personasintro · 7 months

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Mutual Help | #08

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

"Why are we here?" you ask with narrowed eyes, eyeing your best friend whose cheeks are puffed up with pork belly.

"We are on a date." he answers with an obvious tone.

"I got that from your single message." you roll your eyes, remembering the message you got when you barely got home.

It's Tuesday, it's not even the middle of the week, and you definitely weren't expecting him to want to hang out during the week. He's lucky you were hungry anyway, home with an almost empty fridge. He knows you can't say no to food, especially when it's a typical Korean barbecue.

'I'm taking you out in an hour, be ready'

That's what the message said and even when his black car parked in front of your apartment building, he barely explained the point of all of this.

"Well, this is Seokjin's restaurant," he starts, seeing your dumbfounded look before he sighs. "Seokjin, you've met him when we went bowling with Tae, Jimin and Kiko. Even Hoseok tagged along." he explains, unfolding a very hazy memory.

If you remember correctly, it was the day when Jungkook introduced Kiko to you.

Jungkook looks like you should know exactly who he is, and the way he stares at you like if you were an idiot makes you annoyed. "It happened like a year ago. Do you really expect me to remember that?" you snark, rolling your eyes in annoyance when you see Jungkook doing the same.

So much for acting like a couple who loves each other.

"Anyway, he's not here right now. But Hoseok works here as operations manager."

Hoseok, Kiko's close friend, is here right now and it all makes sense. He knows when Hoseok would see you, he'd probably tell Kiko. Nothing is sure, but it's worth a shot.

"Ah, right. Now I get it." you breathe out, reaching for a chopsticks before you make yourself a wrap.

Jungkook just nods along, eating quietly before he opens his mouth. "Oh, Seokjin is getting married and he invited me to his wedding. You're coming with me."

"What? Why do I need to be there?" you exclaim with a full mouth, causing him to glare at you in disgust before he sighs.

"Because I need a date and he knows we're dating. He kinda invited you as well," he explains, shooting you his pleading look which consists of his doe eyes and slightly pouted lips in hope. "Okay, I'm sorry for dropping this on you all of a sudden. He just called me yesterday to remind me of the wedding and I forgot. I was supposed to go with Kiko, but that changed..." he trails off, silencing himself for a few seconds before he continues. "And now he knows we're dating, so I told him you'll come."

"Yeah, okay. Is she going to be there?"

He nods, biting the inside of his cheek. "Yes, Seokjin is marrying her best friend. She is going to be there."

With that, you only nod and stuff your mouth again.

It's just another plan that might work perfectly. Jungkook told you about him and Kiko talking to each other at the club. He hasn't said much, but he clearly sees the hope in winning her back. Even you can see it, after hearing her questioning you and his relationship. If she didn't care, she wouldn't ever stop by to talk to him.

"When's the wedding?" you ask him, noting that you need to buy a proper dress for that.

Your wardrobe mainly consists of sweatpants, slacks and basic shirts. If you want to look good, you need to invest some money in a nice dress.

"Next week."

"Jungkook!" you exclaim, watching your best friend in horror.

Next week is too soon.

He sheepishly looks at you, offering you a piece of pork belly with his chopsticks as a sign of apology. You roll your eyes again, but still lean towards him to eat the meat, not forgetting to glare at him in the process.

"What are you doing?"

Eyeing Jungkook, who's scooting his way over to you as he unlocks his phone.

"We should take a photo," he answers, turning on his camera. "And make it Instagram official, baby." he wiggles his brows, causing you to snort in return before you try to adjust your hair.

"Wait, I'm not ready." you tell him, glaring at the phone that's shoved into your face before Jungkook snaps the picture of your face.

He snorts, looking at the picture of you glaring at the camera with hands in your hair and slightly opened mouth. He tries to do it again, but you slap his hands before you properly adjust your hair. You smile into the camera, before Jungkook does the same and snaps a picture.

He eyes it, brows furrowing as he exhales. "It looks like most of our photos."

You lean to him, looking at the photo that looks cute. Jungkook obviously looks hot, even with the soft smile that's settled on his lips. "I think it looks good." you shrug, reaching for your drink as you slowly sip from it.

"We're supposed to look like we're in love," he points out, shoulders dropping in disappointment.

Well, you came here on a date and yet you've spent all your time teasing and making jokes. None of that showed one piece of your fake love.

"Come on, let's take another one." he nudges you, causing you to groan but you still lean closer to him.

Jungkook puts his arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him as you quickly smile into the camera. He does the same, your faces much closer before he starts to take more of them which turns to you goofing around, making different grimaces that makes you both laugh. The last shot is probably the best one and most believable. You're smiling widely with your eyes closer, while Jungkook presses his nose softly into your cheek, with a toothed grin.

You both check all the photos, none of you moving from each other as you silently comment on every one of them. You're both too focused from your creations to notice someone approaching, that's until he speaks catching both of yours attention.

"Hey, Hoseok." Jungkook greets him back, glancing at the man that's sporting a black slacks and a casual white button up.

"Hey guys, what a surprise," he beams, smiling at you when you wave at him in a brief greeting.

Although, you know Hoseok since the two of you hang out with the same people, you can't really consider him as your friend. He's a nice guy, very communicative, friendly and loud. You both have the same circle of friends, so there are times when you see each other from time to time. But that's it.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, looking back at Jungkook.

"We're on a date." he answers, a realization crossing on Hoseok's face as he takes his outstretched arm behind you and the proximity between you two.

"Oh," he opens his mouth in surprise. "So it's true." he comments, chuckling after that but something about his tone is off.

Of course. He's Kiko's friend.

"Yeah," Jungkook nods, not really sure what to say.

Just as you think he'll let it go, he opens his mouth again.

"I've never expected you guys to end up together,"

You shift in your seat awkwardly. "None of us did." you mutter, earning a very subtle kick to your shin from Jungkook underneath the table.

"We've decided to try it," Jungkook shrugs.

It's so damn fucking awkward, his short responses earning even more suspicious look from Hoseok, that he desperately tries to hide underneath his friendly smile. And the fact that you and Jungkook act so weird doesn't help.

"Ah, hyung," your best friend suddenly says, unlocking his phone before he hands it to Hoseok. "Can you take a photo of us?"

Hoseok eyes his phone before he slowly takes it from his hands, glancing at you before he smiles. "Sure."

It looks like Jungkook is one step ahead of you, knowing his friend and his rare fake smile. He must've thought the same thing like you did, proving that he got this. No matter how many times your conscience comes up to tell you that you're getting busted, Jungkook proves you wrong.

And when Hoseok finally aims the camera at the two of you, you're completely shocked when Jungkook grabs your face gently, hand spreading on your neck with his thumb on your cheek, before he connects your lips together. He kisses you, right in front of him, hiding your own shock by his mouth. When he pulls away, he does it slowly making sure when he opens his eyes, he's looking straight into yours with unrecognizable glint in them.

He traces your lips with his thumb, before he pulls away and looks at his friend. "Thanks." he says, grinning as he takes his phone from him.

"Yeah, no worries." Hoseok mutters, smiling at you as Jungkook takes a look at the photos.

Just when you thought he bought it, you glance from Jungkook's screen at Hoseok causing your breath to hitch. He's subtle, but still sporting an evident frown on his face as his eyes are glued to you. Your nerves get the best of you, a nervous smile spreading on your lips as Jungkook is completely obvious at your exchange with his friend.

Hoseok smiles at you, shaking off his previous frown as if he never stared at you like that.

But this time, you're smarter and see right through him.The smile he gave you was fake.

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mochamvgz · 17 days

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made with love.p.jay

; a warm meal with your partner was all you needed after a hectic month

; park jongseong x reader

; genre: fluff, non-idol au

; warnings: talk of exhaustion

; 0.7k words

; tags: @inkelea @sobun1est @kbookshelf

; divider cr: @plutism (i can't believe I forgot to credit them earlier 😭😭 if you're reading this i'm so so sorry)

you entered the passcode to your studio apartment, letting yourself in after being met with an affirmative *beep*

after carelessly tossing your backpack onto the kitchen counter, you miraculously managed to drag yourself to your bed, collapsing on it right away

thank god it's saturday tomorrow

that was the only thought in your mind at present. you'd had a hectic week—no, a hectic fortnight...or was it a month...? your pre-existing headache grew worse as you tried to recall so you gave up eventually

your eyelids grew heavy and just as you were about to board your train to dreamland, star lost by stray kids started playing from the front pocket of your pants. wait, no, that couldn't be right. pockets don't make sounds...oh, it was only your phone ringing

an annoyed grunt escaped your mouth before you checked the caller id. a tired but genuine smile speak across your face when you saw who it was. you accepted the call and put it on speaker

"how's my girl doing?"

you could almost hear the smile in jay's voice, which, in turn, made your own smile widen. "i'm feeling pretty wiped honestly"

jay knew that, he'd noticed the way your smile didn't reach your eyes these days, how your shoulders seemed deflated, the way you looked as if you could pass out at any given moment. of course, he'd be there to catch you if you did

"have you had anything to eat yet?"

"no...sorry"

jay had expected as much

"want me to come over? i can make you something to eat, and then we could cuddle or watch a movie or something"

"yes please, i could really use your cuddles. only if it's not too much of a bother, of course"

"nothing's ever a bother when it comes to you. i'll be there in 10. wait for me, yeah?"

you hummed in response and hung up with an "i love you" which he mirrored back. his soft voice when he spoke to you always warmed your heart. you dozed off thinking about how you truly had the best boyfriend ever

the clatter of pots and pans jolted you awake

you screwed your eyes shut as a groan escaped you, the blaring headache coming back. you heard someone cursing, probably the same person responsible for the racket that disrupted your sleep

sitting up, you began to rub your eyes when you heard a sequence of frantic footsteps, getting progressively closer, and then a pair of arms wrapping around you

you looked up to see jay with an apologetic expression on his face

"i'm soo sorry 'bout that sweetheart, I was trying to be quiet but..."

you mumbled an "it's okay" while hugging him back. after staying in that position for some time, jay broke the silence

"how about you wash up yeah? i'll be in the kitchen"

you noded, shooting him a smile—which he returned—before getting up and making your way to your bathroom

when you came back out, feeling considerably more rested and energized, you found your bed was made, and your previously-cluttered desk was much tidier. a smile made it's way on your face, knowing it could be none other than jay's work

jay noticed you as you approached the kitchen counter, his face lighting up

"you're right on time for dinner!"

"dinner? don't you mean lunch?"

he tilted his head a little to the side in confusion

"it's 7:00 p.m. sweetie"

"already??? have i been out for that long? why didn't you wake me up??"

jay chuckled, "you looked so cute sleeping, i didn't wanna wake you. plus, you seemed like you needed it"

"fair enough"

by then jay announced dinner was ready so you helped him set the table and sat down for dinner. the noodles he'd made were simply delectable. it reminded you of the way you used to make them with your sister. you mentioned it to him among other compliments

"well, where do you think I got the recipe?" he winked. your mouth fell open. no way.

"i literally love you so much"

"love you too" he replied with his adorable smile

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wildechildwrites · 2 months

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Looney Tunes

König/reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: N/A

No use of Y/N

Summary: You keep running into König in the elevator at your apartment building. He'd be incredibly intimidating, but he kind of reminds you of a cartoon character.

A/N: König is so serious with all his war crimes and intensity, and you are... not serious

AO3 Link: Looney Tunes

The man who steps on the elevator is giant, bigger than anyone you've ever seen in real life, and you can't help looking up at him, craning your neck. He's wearing a sweatshirt, the hood up and cloaking most of his face, disguising his eyes, but you see his nose point down at you, and you know he’s staring back at you.

"How tall are you?" You ask, before cringing at your own social awkwardness. It's silent for a moment, and you wonder if he heard you at all. The elevator dings for your floor and as you step off, a quiet, accented voice calls out.

“Two hundred centimeters.”

You whip your phone out, googling the conversion almost immediately as the doors shut behind you. He’s huge, with shoulders so widely set it's almost comical. You marvel at it briefly, then he slips your mind.

The next time you see the man, he’s got his hood off, his long hair pulled back into a bun. He’s older than you’d thought he’d be, strands of gray catching the light, standing out against the auburn. You step into the elevator with a greeting he doesn’t acknowledge. You both stand in silence, listening to the quiet ding as you pass the floors.

You've developed a quiet rhythm with the elevator man, leaving in the mornings at the same time, your greetings always met by a silence that should probably deter you but doesn't. You're staring at his reflection in the elevator doors, noting the way he seems to slightly slouch into himself, when your unbidden thoughts cause you to giggle. His eyes shoot up instantly to meet yours.

“You remind me of the looney tunes monster,” you blurt suddenly, the aimless rambling of your inner monologue spilling out before you can stop yourself. The man beside you stiffens, before turning his body fully to look down at you. You try not to cower, unable to meet his eye.

“The… um… the orange one? Have you ever seen looney tunes?” you push on moronically. He’s glaring down at you, and you wonder if getting murdered in an elevator is really the way to go.

“What is ‘looney’ tunes?” He finally asks, his voice low and hoarse, as if he's not used to speaking.

"It's a children's show… there's a bunch of little characters and they have their own personalities…" You know your face is bright red, and you thank whatever deity is involved when the elevator chimes and you can step off, too embarrassed to say goodbye.

You consider taking the stairs when you see him again the next day. You give a quiet greeting that he doesn't acknowledge, so you hope you're forgiven for yesterday. You're scrolling through your phone when he speaks, startling you.

"You are der hase?" He asks.

"What?" You respond, looking up with wide eyes, off guard.

He huffs, looking at the ceiling.

"The— rabbit. That is you?"

You scrunch your nose in momentary confusion, then the realization hits you.

"Oh. Bugs Bunny, you mean?" You laugh. "I guess I could be him."

You two stand in silence for the rest of the elevator ride.

You forgot you could be this drunk, staring at the elevator buttons in a daze. You couldn’t quite remember which one you were supposed to press, only knew for sure this was your building because your friend had put your address into the uber. You don’t even hear the footsteps behind you, the irritated sigh as König watches you sway slightly. It’s only when he reaches around you, pressing the up button, that you startle.

“Jesus Christ!” you say, jumping back. An impossibly large hand grabs your arm, steading you. You tilt your head back, and the elevator man is towering over you. He’s in army fatigues, and as your inebriated mind processes that information, the door to the elevator chimes open.

He doesn’t wait for you to move, just picks you up like you weigh nothing before stepping inside. You blink upwards at him in a daze, and he glares down at you. He’s chastising you in his low voice, and it takes you a moment to realize the reason you can’t understand him is because he’s not speaking English.

“You can let me down now,” you interrupt, your voice quiet and slightly slurred. He somehow manages to look even more pissed, staring down at you, incensed, and you’re sorry for saying anything. He fumbles in his other language before finding the words.

“You can— You can not stand.” He says with finality. You relax against him, lapsing into familiar silence as the elevator shoots upwards. This close to him, you can hear his heart beating, and you wonder why it's thumping so fast.

He carries you to your door, and you're too distracted to think about how he knows which apartment is yours. He sets you down, plucking the keys out of your hand with ease when you fumble with them, watching as you sway slightly.

"I keep thinking about the cartoon." He says suddenly, abandoning the key in the lock. He’s leaning over you, shadowing you in the small doorway as you look up at him, your expression confused. His face holds a neutral expression, but his eyes seem to glint in an odd way.

“The monster, he wants to eat the rabbit.” He states, taking a step towards you, crowding you against your door. The wood is cool against your back, and you’re blinking up at him through your drunken haze, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.

"Looney Tunes?" You finally respond, remembering your last conversation. He nods and reaches out one large hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skips, and you wonder if he can hear it as he drags his fingertips along your jaw, cupping your chin softly.

“Does the rabbit want to be eaten?” He asks, his head cocked. His eyes are like molten steel, his voice so soft and deep it’s practically a purr. It feels like the oxygen has been sucked out of the hallway, leaving you lightheaded.

“Oh,” you breathe, your lips parting softly, what little mental clarity you had abandoning you. There’s a scar that runs up from the man’s chin, stopping just below his bottom lip, and you’re staring at the scar, staring at his mouth, when he bends down, guiding your chin up as you raise yourself unsteadily on your tiptoes.

His lips are warm, scorching against yours, and you open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss, whimpering when he presses his hard body against yours. His hand slides into your hair, his palm curling around the back of your neck, holding you steady. You shudder at the contact, and he breaks the kiss, pulling away, leaving you dazed and breathless. Everything is spinning, and you can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol still coursing through your veins, or the fact that he’s still leaning over you, caging you in.

His pupils are blown wide, and you watch his chest rise and fall. He’s monstrous like this, a man at the brink of self control, his hands trembling at the effort to not touch you. He pushes away, creating distance, and you stare at him, stunned and confused. He’s muttering to himself again, and it finally cuts through your stupid, intoxicated brain that he’s speaking German.

He’s looking at you like he’d like to devour you. Instead he breathes, slow and deep, and takes another step back from you.

“Have a good night, häschen” He says, and then he turns, heading towards the elevator, away from you.

Part Two

#something about this concept just has me howling you're the most awkward person in the building and konig finds you irresistible #he wants you carnally and your brain is just the ducktales theme song #konig cod #konig x reader #konig x you #cod mw2 #cod x reader #konig/reader #hes changed his entire schedule for the 30 seconds he gets to spend in your presence and he cant even say hi the konig pov would go crazy

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kakujis · 1 year

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if i could just get my hands on you.

feat: bonten!mikey, kokonoi, kakucho, + sanzu. i really wanted to put the haitani brothers in but i cant think of anything rn ;-;. afab! reader x bonten.

a/n: this probably, most definitely ooc bc lets be real they would most likely not hold back(unless ur kakucho) but this was self indulgent for me!

warnings: i say “maybe” a lot. face-fucking (kokonoi), voyeurism + panty!! stealer!! kakucho my beloved!!!, a bit of angst, drug mentions/usage(sanzu), squint and there’s some yan, oral f! receiving(sanzu). minors dni.

manjiro sano always gets what he wants. it doesn't matter if it's something as simple as taiyaki or becoming the most notorious gang in japan. every request is met with a "yes, sir.” but for some reason, mikey, just can't have you. his pretty receptionist. he’s not entirely sure why he doesn't just order you into his room, bullying his way into your tight cunt and fucking you dumb. maybe it's the way you always smile at him, even as he's just ordered sanzu to kill the three rival gang grunts begging for their lives off-site. or maybe it's the way you make him his tea every morning, doing your best to make sure its just right and none of it spills. you're so sweet to him and yet every time he touches you, he feels the way you stiffen. the way you begin to tremble when he gets too close. he thinks you shine brighter than the sunlight that peeks through the curtains onto his desk. perhaps, there is still a piece of the old mikey left, because he just can't bring himself to hurt you. so instead, he fucks the next whore that sanzu throws at him wishing it was you.

due to his massive amount of wealth, kokonoi hajime, loves to spoil his girls. anything they want, he gives, as long as he gets what he wants in return. which means face-fucking them until he shoots his load down each one of their throats, throwing them away until he calls them up again with another tempting wad of cash and the promise of luxury. you walked in on him once, trying to fulfill one of mikey’s orders. a small gasp left your mouth once you realized what was happening. you shut your eyes, immediately apologizing and slamming the door. after that incident kokonoi wanted you to see him again. he’d think about it every time he shoved his cock deep into one of his playthings. would you run away again? probably. or maybe, you'd join in and beg him to take you next. he'd like that, he thinks, as he slams into one of his girls, a bit frustrated that her moans and wails were doing nothing for him. ah, if only he had the guts to ask mikey if he'd want a new receptionist.

kakucho is in love with you. every morning, he waits to hear you greet him. and every night, he waits for you to take his blood stained coat off and welcome him home. unfortunately for him, you do that for all of them. bonten's little maid, who runs around the base tending to each and every one of them. sure, they have the money and the access to all the top doctors in japan, but most of the time you're enough. as japan's top gang, no one really ever stands a chance against them in a fight and anyone who does is promptly shot. he feels so guilty, stroking himself with your used undies, outside your bathroom door. he drinks in your sweet voice as you hum a familiar tune, his little songbird. he desperately wishes he could slip inside your shower, your back arching against his chest, fingers sinking deep into your cunt. he imagines kissing you to swallow your moans, hand coated in your slick as he fucks you thoroughly on his fingers. ever so gently, he’d ease you onto his aching dick, feeling the flutter of your plush walls. he thinks you’d look so beautiful, more than usual, being bounced on his cock, water running down your body. he climaxes quickly once he hears the water switch off, stuffing your soiled panties into his pocket. he hopes you won’t notice this is your third missing pair.

sanzu haruchiyo needs you to need him. its only fair considering how badly he needs you. when he finds himself slipping from reality or sobering up from a bad trip, your voice always calls out to him. “sanzu… sanzu?” he blinks, your fuzzy form bringing some much needed company. as he continues sobering up, you always bring a cup of water to his lips, coaxing him to drink. it’s mind numbingly sweet the way you swipe at his scarred mouth when some liquid drips. you always dim the lights as well, not wanting to overstimulate him as he sobers up. if he wasn’t so fucked up he’d probably pounce on you then, ripping your clothes to shreds as he dives face first into your pussy. sanzu wants to feel the tug on his pink locks, envisioning how you would desperately grind on his face inching closer and closer to completion. what he would give to taste you just one time, to be completely soaked in your juices. he could probably eat you out for hours, licking and sucking on your poor puffy clit. maybe he’d tongue fuck you next, ignoring your pleas and overstimming you until you’re a trembling mess on his bed. but those are just dreams and by the time he’s grounded in reality, you’re gone, back to mikey’s office.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers smut #manjiro sano smut #sanzu haruchiyo smut #kokonoi hajime smut #kakucho hitto smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #pibby writing #kakucho x reader #manjiro sano x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #kokonoi hajime x reader

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sweetworkoffiction · 30 days

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"How'd you meet?" Lester Sinclair X GN! Reader

Summary: You and Lester have been married for four years. You have a child together, and one day, as you're doing a few chores, your son asks you, "How'd you meet?"... There is no right way to say you fell in love with the man who lured your friends to their death and kept you because you were pretty. Warnings: There are mentions of death, but I don't specify HOW you got the kid (let your imagination go wild). Extra: No mentions of Y/N, sassy ass son, and S/N is son's name!! A/n: omg hiii!! Thank you for reading; I love Lester, tryna show my man some love! If you enjoy, consider a like and let me know what I can fix! Shoot me a comment! Love you!

It was a hot day in Ambrose as you stood in your front yard in front of the small cabin Lester had built for your family. You carefully hung the wet laundry, taking it from the wickered basket and hanging it up with wooden clips. Water would occasionally hit the back of your calf as the sprinkler spun, and your son laughed as he jumped, hopped, and chased the water. You turned your head, smiling softly at the boy. "Be careful, grass is wet, baby!" You exclaimed as he slid on the slippery grass, though he nodded. Picking up the basket, you made your way inside for a moment so you could grab a drink and, finally, sit outside and enjoy the hot weather rather than curse it. Your son followed you inside quickly, you put the basket by the bedroom door and entered the kitchen and again, like your little shadow, your son followed.

"I have a question," Your son asked, his voice curious and suspicious. You cocked your eyebrow and smiled at him as you grabbed a glass.

"I may have an answer then." Filling the glass with water, and taking a sip.

"How'd you 'n daddy meet?" His little country draw, something he got from your husband. Your eyes widen, harshly gulping the water. You hadn't been prepared for this question. You rubbed your mouth with your hand, slowly setting the cup down.

"Why?" it came out more defensively, shaking your head. "I mean, why'd you wanna know, sweetheart?" You crossed your arms, as your son copied your movement.

"Uncle Bo said you just showed up one day, and they've been takin' care of you ever since." S/N tapped his chin, his little nose scrunching up. You rolled your eyes; you knew precisely how Bo probably said it.

You let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah, well, he ain't wrong, but no, that's not how we met." Tapping your fingers on the counter as you turned around, looking out the window. "Your daddy and I met at work... yeah, I met your daddy at his job." Wasn't wrong; you met Lester at the pit when your friend fell in, leaving out the part about how Lester charmed you so much you hadn't realized he was luring your friends and at the time, you.

"Where does he even work?" your son asked silently, seemingly bored with your answer, but his attention was flattered as he started walking back outside. You smiled, relieved to get out of the line of questioning. You quickly followed as you heard the loud rumble of a truck and a dog's bark.

"Jonesy!" Your son exclaimed as you shut the front door to preserve the cold air inside. The truck door slammed shut as Lester smiled at your son, then at you.

"Swear, he's more excited to see the damn dog than me," He joked, walking up to you. "Hey, baby." He mumbled, kissing you and wrapping an arm around your waist as his other hand fiddled with his keys.

You put your hands on his face, feeling his rough stubble. You smiled as he softly pulled back; he was grinning widely. Lester was still entirely in love with you, just as he'd been the moment he saw you. "Your son asked me somethin' today, didn't ya?" You looked at your son, who was in the sprinkler with Jonsey. "Mhm." The little boy nodded, "How'd you meet, Daddy? Since someone didn't tell me the truth." So sassy, you shook your head with a grin.

"Well, we met..." Lester looked at his son, then at you, and then back at his son. "We met when I bumped into her at... work." He nodded, satisfied with the excuse.

Your son groaned in frustration, and you laughed loudly. Lester looked between the two in confusion.

#house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #slashers #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #family #no y/n #gn reader #slasher fandom #slasher movies #house of wax #bimbowrites!

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toruro · 1 year

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hhu + them being jealous

hhu + you being jealous

tags/warnings: non-explicit sexual content (18+), light angst, jealousy

w/c: 2.7k

request: Hi! I really love your work and can’t wait to read more. I loved the hhu jealousy scenario and was wondering if you could please do a hhu scenario where they’re the ones who are jealous? No worries if not! Thank you so much!!

seungcheol

i just know seungcheol is possessive as fuck—he finds you so beautiful and sweet and so perfect in general that it's less of him not trusting you and a lot of him not trusting other men. when you're at a party, you'd told him you were going off to some other room to talk with your friends and he smiles sweetly at you, watching you walk away before turning back and joining the conversation with his own friends. it'll be a peaceful half an hour or so when he grows bored and wants to go grab a snack, deciding to find you so the both of you can eat together. when he walks into a room and finds you laughing along some people he hasn't met before, he gets curious. when cheol sees a guy look at you not too innocently as you laugh at a joke he made, he sees red.

cheol would march up to you, giving you no warning that he's even here before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his side, eyes set on jaeho the whole time. you stumble a little, falling into his arms and shooting one arm up to brace cheol's bicep and steady yourself. you're naturally a little surprised, but when you look up at him, you realize that you definitely know this look. cheol is jealous. now normally, this would be extremely endearing, and you're about to let him pull you away but suddenly jaeho is speaking. "easy there," jaehoe says, hardly audible but cheol hears it.

"the fuck did you just say?" he nearly spits out, stepping forward and nudging you behind him. the jaeho that was cocky, confident, and ever so ready to talk back now cowers slightly with cheol's approach, and a little bit of pride swells through your heart. honestly, you didn't catch on to jaeho's innuendos earlier, but you're glad that cheol did. when jaeho doesn't respond, your boyfriend scoffs, turning back around to roughly hold your hand and pull you out the room. his initial plans was for you two to get grab a snack from the kitchen, but now cheol is basically dragging you out the door and to his car while you try and get him to walk just a little slower. after he gruffly steps into the driver seat, letting you settle into the seat next to him, he huffs. it's silent for a few moments, and you internally wonder if you did something wrong as cheol begins to start the car and head in the direction of your apartment.

after what is an unbearable silence you'd be speaking. "cheolie," your voice is soft, and he can't help but give in to how his name flows off your tongue, "are you mad at me?" he'd look at you when there's a red light, and you're looking up at him with big, concerned eyes that has his heart fluttering and almost forgetting about why he's grumpy in the first place. "no, not at you," he'd sigh, pulling into the apartment building. you ponder for a moment, before replying, "at jaeho?" cheol would give you That Look when he finally parks, and you realize that maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. "don't say his name," he demands, stepping out of the car and helping you get out of your side. you press your lips tight together as cheol hastily leads you both up to your home.

once you're inside, cheol would be all over you. in a mess of of lips and tongue and hands, he'd have you propped up against the kitchen counter and proceed to fuck you standing up. it would be hot and it would be hard and it would be fast and you'd be so fucking dizzy afterwards. even in your fucked out state, cheol won't let you cum until you're basically screaming that it's him and only him who can make you cum. basically fucks you so hard that by the end of the night, you probably won't even remember how to spell 'jaeho' let alone remember his name or who he is.

wonwoo

wonwoo is always so composed it's hard to tell when he's actually mad or upset with something, although with years of being with him, you've started to pick up on the signs. you were surprised when wonwoo suggested this outing with a larger group of friends—he usually likes to stick with the small group of friends you have, but he said something about it being summer and wanted to go out and experiment and of course, there's no way for you to turn him down. you enjoy getting prettied up and all dressed up in a cute shirt and skirt that you've been itching to wear, and wonwoo would feel so happy just by seeing you get so excited and cute, although all those warm feelings drift away when one of your mutual friends introduces you to jaeho.

he's a friend of your friends and right off the bat, wonwoo senses something off about him. now, wonwoo isn't one to cause a scene unless it's absolutely necessary, and he doesn't want to take any action unless he really feels like theres a problem. he stays by your side the whole night, not letting you let go of his hand or leave his side, and you just take it as wonwoo being a little extra clingy for no apparent reason. wonwoo himself would be a little confused; jaeho hasn't necessarily said anything yet that's odd, but he just swears it's the way that man is looking at you, laughing hard at your not-super-funny jokes (he apologizes to you in his head for thinking that), and spending too much time in general trying to get close to you.

your personality is slightly too bubbly and excited tonight to catch onto it, but wonwoo definitely does, and he definitely doesn't like it. when he pulls you close to his side, being more affectionate than he usually is in public, you don't really place why it's happening. that is, until jaeho says something that has both you and wonwoo stilling. "you know you can let her go, right?" jaeho says, and there's a smirk on his face as if he's just made the funniest joke in the world. wonwoo chuckles, but not with jaeho—he's laughing at jaeho. standing up from his spot next to around the fire pit, he shifts his hand from your waist to your hand so that he can pull you up with him. he doesn't really say anything as it dawns on you why he's been like this all night, a look of guilt making its way onto your face, annoyed at yourself that you didn't notice sooner. as you follow him to walk away, wonwoo stops, turning to look around at jaeho who seems to be holding in another retort. wonwoo raises his brow, encouraging him to go on. "so what, you're just gonna drag her away now?"

"yeah i am," wonwoo says casually, and jaeho scoffs. "and she's going to listen to every word i say, right angel?" your boyfriend continues, gazing down at you so intensely you might just crumble on the spot. you nod your head along vigorously, knowing that it's the truth. that's all it takes for jaeho to go silent, letting wonwoo lead you to his car. he's silent as he begins the drive home, but after a few moments, he reaches his hand over and places it on your thigh. "i love you," he says, and you place your hand over his with a smile. "i love you," you repeat after him, taking the moment you're at a red light to capture his attention, "i'm sorry i didn't notice him being weird earlier, i thought he was just being nice."

wonwoo would turn to look at you and tell you that nothing is your fault, and once you both finally get home, he'd kiss you softly. tonight, wonwoo would be feeling more soft than anything. he's not mad at you—god no—but he's feeling a little...needy. but wonwoo is a dom through and through so he'd fuck you nice and slow tonight, taking time to unravel you and make you crack and break at his will, reminding both of you that he's the only one who can do this to you. he'd literally make love to you, and you'd both cum so intensely it reminds wonwoo that he might have you in the palm of his hand, but he's just as tightly wrapped around your finger as well.

mingyu

i think it's a tie between mingyu and cheol when it comes to getting jealous the most, but if one thing's for sure, mingyu is definitely more obvious about it. you're at a party tonight, and you stick by his side for a while before going off into some other part of the room to talk to your friends. mingyu is fine with it at first, until he sees a boy he doesn't know walk over to your group and join the conversation. that would literally be all it takes for mingyu's mood to drop, but he slightly a masochist and waits back to see just where this is going. sure enough, he can literally see jaeho smiling, smirking, and laughing in all the ways that mingyu knows is not sincere.

that's all it takes for him to leave his friends without a word (he can tell dokyeom and minghao he's sorry for ditching them later) and march up behind you. when you turn around you're met with the face of an extremely pouty mingyu. now, this isn't his first time getting jealous (or his second...or third...or fourth...or—okay, you get it), so by now you're used to the signs, and this is definitely one of them. you're slightly confused, since you aren't sure what's got him jealous, but once you trace his glare onto to jaeho, things start to piece together. you smirk a little at how he's letting a guy you can't give two shits about get to his head, letting mingyu wrap an arm around your waist so he can pull you close and somewhat possessively. you're about to speak to him when jaeho says something first, "oh who's this?" his voice is deceivingly playful, but mingyu catches the way jaeho's eyes glint with something more insincere.

you open your mouth to reply but you're cut off once again, this time by mingyu, who's interjecting, "her boyfriend. who are you?" his voice is laced with venom, and you aren't sure if you want to smile at how possessive he's being, or be slightly intimidated by what he might just do to jaeho. when jaeho doesn't respond within five seconds, mingyu speaks again, "oh i guess it's just no one important then." he shrugs nonchalantly and turns back to you. you can tell he's putting up a cold exterior, but the way his lip sticks out slightly is telling you that he's more sulky than anything. "let's go, yeah?" he says, and although it sounds firm, you know he's basically pleading with you right now.

lucky for mingyu, you aren't cruel and love him too much to put him through more, nodding your hand and slipping your hand into his as following behind him without as much as a goodbye to jaeho (much to your boyfriend's delight). you think he's about to take you out the door and to his car, so you're thoroughly surprised when he leads you to a bathroom instead. mingyu hardly gives you time to think before he's pressing you against the door, making out with you fervently in a desperate, hot mess.

and let me tell you, mingyu would fuck you so hard over the counter and facing the mirror, grunting about how pretty you look taking in all of him like a good girl. kisses you, sucks on your neck, plays with your clit, your tits—fucking ravishes you in general so he can punch moans out of you, definitely hoping that jaeho hears you screaming out mingyu's name like the angel you are.

vernon

it's difficult for me to imagine vernon being really jealous over anything. of course, he loves you so much and considers you nothing but his and only his, but he's also very level-headed and confident in himself as well as his relationship with you. that isn't to say that he doesn't catch himself getting a little annoyed when other men think that they might have a chance with his perfect girlfriend. tonight, you're out for dinner with a group of friends, a few of them bringing plus ones. now usually, vernon doesn't have a problem with you talking to other guys—for fuck's sake he has 12 boys as best friends and he'd be damned if he was too insecure to make you not talk to them.

but there's just something about jaeho. he can't quite place it until you excuse yourself to the bathroom and overhears the man saying something along the lines of, "she's so pretty, think i can bag her?" before his friend is muttering in hushed whispers, "that's her boyfriend you dumbass!" vernon watches jaeho's expression change from the corner of his vision, hoping that when you come back, the man will retreat his advances. spoiler aleart, he doesn't, and vernon swears that jaeho is borderline flirting with you in front of him as a way to prove a point.

now vernon doesn't like engaging in conflict of any kind, but his feelings and opinions also usually change when they have anything to do with you. suddenly, vernon is going from passive and trying to not let the irritation and jealousy get to him, to him gripping your thigh under the table and pulling you close to him. you glance at him and offer a smile, starting to pick up on what's going on. to be honest, you were slightly uncomfortable with jaeho's advances, but weren't sure if you should bring them up around everyone in this public setting. but now that your usually collected boyfriend is being quite apparent about his jealousy, you think it's time to leave. you and vernon share a look and nod, and he takes your hand and excuses the two of you. jaeho's eyes trail towards you, but vernon shoots him down with a glare that sends him sinking back into his seat with shame.

on the way to his car, vernon mumbles something along the lines of, "he was literally eye fucking you." you'd laugh, but notice how vernon looks a little...pouty. it'd have your heart melting and you would have to cling to his arm. "he was weird," you agree, "and i'm glad it's just you and me now." vernon's lips twitch up into a smile at your second comment, but he still seems sullen when you both pile into the car. "why do you have to be so perfect?" vernon groans as he starts the car, and this time you can't hold back your laugh. "i swear, guys need to stop thinking they have a chance with you." you shrug, "whatever they think doesn't matter anyways, since i only love you." vernon finally breaks out into a grin at the next red light, turning to you, "i love you."

when you get home, vernon basically throws you onto the couch and eats you out for what feels like ages in hopes of turning your brain to mush. he succeeds, of course, and after making you come down from what you think just might be your third orgasm from his tongue alone, he'd fuck you 'til you're a shaking, overstimulated mess. he's definitely trying to prove to both you and himself that he's the only person who can and will make you feel like this, and it's easy to say that the message was well received.

a/n: hope you enjoyed! sorry this took some time to get out, and if i'm being honest i'm not super happy with how these turned out so lmk how you liked it! please leave likes/comments/reblogs c:

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ceilidho · 9 months

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Now I cant stop thinking about when Ghost eventually brings Soap over for dinner:

Gf all dolled up, looking at him all pretty, greeting him with the sweetest smile and he can’t stop his mind from wandering to the filthy pictures he has seen of you.

She cooked up something really good (babbling something about keeping her boys strong and healthy, she likes them well fed), it's A5 Wagyu steak (the best cut the butcher had to offer) obviously payed with Ghost's money. He rarely splurges on himself but when it comes to his gf and Soap he doesn’t hold back.

The dinner can go two ways:

1.Lovie seated next to Soap, across from him Ghost. Halfway through his steak he notices a slight touch to his knee, but he brushes it off not acknowledging it further. When that touch gets firmer and starts to wander up his thigh he definitely notices. His body shudders and he almost chokes on the food in his mouth (much to Ghost's enjoyment), his eyes fall on you shooting him a lazy smile and oh my god are your eyes seductive like in the pics.

2.You sitting next to Ghost with Soap across from him. Both men engaged in a conversation about their last Op. When you play the oldest trick written in the books: oops I dropped my fork let me get it from under the table. It helps that Soap is still not fully used to Ghost's unmasked face, so he doesn’t notice you diving under the table. What he does notice is something heavy on his thigh and two hands ghosting over his belt buckle. He visibly jumps a little, his gaze falling into his lap, where you look up at him all doe-eyed, head resting on his right leg, waiting for permission.

In either scenario, a gruff voice brings Soap to snap his eyes back up holding eye-contact with his Lieutenant(who’s completely ignoring your antics):

"Enjoying yourself, Sergeant?"

Anyway it ends with cream pie for dessert <3

(Please tell me off, if i ever cross your boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable it’s the last thing i want to do when sending in nasty thoughts)

you're very sweet to check in about my boundaries!!! don't worry though - as long as the comments aren't aimed towards me (which maybe would be a bit off putting) and they're just related to stuff I'm writing ahah, I don't really care. I probably should think about and then clarify if I have any boundaries on my pinned post, but rn you're totally good!

(nsfw below)

Oh my god that last option has my brain melting out of my ears. Especially if Soap's still half-unsure if they're fucking with him or not, or if this is a one time thing that they're including him on. He obviously doesn't want to blow his only shot if this is the only time he'll ever get to fuck you.

Also there's something so surreal to him about you being on your knees in front of him after he's been literally jerked off in the middle of the desert by the man sitting across the table from him. To photos of you. In any other circumstance, if Soap had met you first and this was just a dinner between the two of you, he wouldn't be half as nervous; he'd be so comfortable and needy while you fit his length down your throat, palming the back of your head and maybe trying to fit more than you can manage before backing off and apologizing 😔

With Ghost sitting there though, just staring at him (and Soap has a fairly good understanding of Ghost as a person, but even he has trouble really getting a read on the guy), he's not sure if he should just sit there motionlessly as you undo his jeans and pull his dick out or if he should touch you. He can't stop looking from your face pressed up against the bulge in his briefs back to Ghost's (no mask now that they're at home away from everyone, but his real face is so much more intimidating somehow in this context).

Ghost at one point going, "Not gonna thank her for all her hard work?" and Soap can only whine and pat the back of your head shakily after coming down your throat, your lips still a bit wet with him when you pull away.

#ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader #ghost x soap x reader

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utahimeow · 2 years

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SEX101 — kageyama tobio [lesson 1.]

summary — your virgin best friend asks you to teach him how to have sex.

pairing — kageyama x f!reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. oral sex (f and m receiving), corruption kink, possessive reader, kageyama is inexperienced

word count — 3.2k

author’s note — i love this trope but i wanted to switch it up since it’s always reader being taught :p there will be a part 2!

The first time you met Kageyama Tobio was seven years ago, in the summer before junior high. You were twelve years old and so was he, and you had just moved to a new neighbourhood. The volleyball he'd been bouncing on his hand had rolled to your feet and as you served it back to him, your poor aim had sent the ball colliding with his face. You used up the little bit of allowance you had to buy him a carton of strawberry milk as an apology and by some miracle, he accepted it. It was then that you learned you were both going to attend the same school, and it was that day that an unbreakable bond had formed.

In the time you've known Kageyema, he's never really had much luck with relationships. At first, it's hard to believe. He's attractive (like really, really attractive), tall (six foot two to be exact), and athletic (you think you remember him having abs since he was sixteen). It's probably precisely that which is why he's never had a relationship—the fact that he lives and breathes volleyball. Where most people continue on to university after graduating high school, Kageyama had been invited to play the sport for a living. He's never had a moment to spare, always giving you the "training" excuse.

There's also the fact that Kageyama is Kageyama. He's awkward, rude, pessimistic, a little weird, and doesn't tend to get along with people in general. He's gotten far... kinder over the years, mainly as a result of being friends with the likes of you and Hinata Shoyou. Still, it came as a surprise to you when a week ago he announced that he had gotten himself a date with a girl.

In typical Kageyama fashion, he had told you nothing about her until you asked him. Her name was Ayumi, and she worked at the gym he went to. She was the one who asked for his number. He was the one who suggested lunch at a nearby cafe.

He's over at your house one day, a rainy day, one for doing nothing at all except maybe watching a show. You're laying in your bed together, you on your stomach as you struggle to keep your eyes open while he's on his back next to you. There's some ghost hunting show playing on your TV, but you've both stopped paying attention to it. The sound of raindrops beating against your window is far more fascinating.

"Can I... ask you... something?" he asks, breaking the silence eventually.

"Hm?" you reply, propping yourself onto your elbows so you can stare down at him next to you. He's staring up at the ceiling, cerulean eyes pensive, his features ever so hard to decipher.

He opens his mouth to speak, but just as quickly closes it again. A moment later he opens it, then closes.

"Today would be nice," you tease, but regret takes over instantly when you watch him gulp. He doesn't shoot back with an insult of his own, something uncharacteristic of him.

"How do you... you know... pleasure a girl?"

You can't help the laugh that escapes your mouth. Kageyama's face burns bright, a mixture of humiliation and rage. It's the last thing you ever thought he'd ask and you still can't tell if he's teasing you or not, although something in his tone tells you he's being dead serious.

"Shut up," he says, glaring at you. "Ayumi invited me to her house this weekend. She keeps reminding me that her parents aren't going to be home so I think she wants to... you know?"

Your eyebrows raise. There's a swell of pride because your best friend is finally getting action, but you can't ignore the pang of jealousy that lingers either.

His original question makes sense now—Kageyama's never gotten further than kissing anyone. If he had, he would have told you. He tells you everything, after all.

"What, you want me to teach you?"

It's a rhetorical question, not meant to be anything more than a joke. But your best friend stays quiet. The "no, dumbass" that you expect from him as a reply never comes.

"Tobio?"

"Well, how else am I supposed to learn?" he grumbles and that's when your heart skips a beat. He's never looked this vulnerable, like he's one second away from disappearing through the floorboards of your bedroom.

"Have you watched porn?"

"Obviously," he says, and his cheeks become tinted with pink. "But I wanna try do it myself."

Well, that's a given. Taking notes is different to putting them into practise. Plus, he's a boy. You doubt he ever makes it past the trending page where all of the porn is scripted and fake.

You push yourself onto your knees, sighing as you consider where to start. You're more experienced than him, yes, but that doesn't mean you're an expert by any means.

"All girls are different. They like different things, want different things. Some like to be in charge, some don't. But as general advice," you say, throwing one of your legs over Kageyama's waist so you can straddle him, "don't be afraid to touch her."

The boy's eyes nearly fly out of their sockets as you settle on his crotch. His entire body tenses. He's frozen beneath you, so you take him by his wrists and guide his hands to your thighs.

"The most important part is foreplay. If you don't get her warmed up, you won't be able to penetrate her," you tell him. Your voice has dropped an octave or two, all husky unlike anything Kageyama has heard from you.

Slowly, delicately, you drag his hands up your thighs. He's near panting as he tries to relish the way your soft flesh feels under his palms. You guide them along your hips, make him trace your waist, and ignore the doubt in the back of your mind before you bring his hands to your chest.

With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you squeeze Kageyama's hands that are beneath your own, giving a soft moan as he cups your breasts. You're scared he'll pass out underneath you. His eyes are even wider than before somehow, his mouth in a circle, breaths shallow now—you're not sure if he's breathing at all.

"Relax, Tobio," you rasp. It's when you grind your hips in an effort to loosen him up that you feel it—he's hard. His length pokes against your leg, strains against his sweatpants as you drag your clothed pussy over it. You think you could melt. A cheshire cat grin forms on your lips because you made your best friend hard.

In all his stubbornness, however, he still won't relax. You've had a fair share of stupid ideas in your life, but you don't think any of them come close to the one that forms in your mind in this moment.

"Can I kiss you?" you ask, bending your body. Your hands keep moving his over your clothed chest, groping and kneading at your mounds. He gulps at your question, then nods, and you're leaning your face in against his. You're slow, teasing. Your hands have stopped moving. Your breath mixes with his. You're so close, and yet Kageyama still doesn't have the courage to pull you in. He's so... pliant.

With a grin, you finally put him out of his misery, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. You can't ignore the way your stomach flutters, but you're too rapt by the boy's plush lips to question whether it's lust or something else that's making you fuzzy. The kiss is innocent—at first. Then you push your tongue against his and hunger takes over and your hips are rolling against his lap harder than before and Kageyama lets out a tiny moan against your mouth.

You never were really the needy type. Sex wasn't something you craved too often. But now, with Kageyama underneath you, rutting his hips against yours, letting you lick into his mouth, you need him.

Kageyama's always been good at reading you (not that you hide your emotions well anyway), but you'd grown close enough to where he could practically read your thoughts. He can sense that you're desperate for him, and his hands start to move downwards. He's hesitant, wondering when you'll stop him to give him his next directions. But you never do. You let him act on his instincts, following the curve of your body until his fingers find the top of your sweatpants.

You pull away then, your lips puffy, your mind dizzy from being breathless. "Take them off," you tell him, and that's enough for him to commit, to push the fabric down your legs. As he struggles to get them past your knees, you throw yourself onto your bed once more, onto your back so that you can help him out and kick your pants off the rest of the way.

For a moment Kageyama's eyes widen, then he's flicking his gaze between your lacy black panties and your face.

"Go on," you say, parting your legs as both inviting him to settle between them and encouraging him to strip you entirely.

The kiss must have worked, even if a little bit. The boy scoots forward into the space you created for him, curling his fingers around your panties and tugging them down slowly. The air hits your dripping cunt immediately, and you gasp because how are you this wet already?

"See this?" you say, your pointer finger landing on the nub above your hole. Kageyama nods intently as if he's not staring at his best friend's pussy. "That's the clit, got it? Now you have no excuse. Do not neglect it. Even when you're fucking her. Most girls can't cum unless you stimulate their clit."

There's a flash of panic across his features. Crap. He's not ready fuck you this soon. "But... what about foreplay first?"

"You wanna eat me out?"

Kageyama's dick twitches in his pants. Yes, he wants to eat you out. He wants to devour you until you're shaking, wants to taste your juices (he bets you taste sweet and heavenly), wants your thighs wrapped around his head. He nods, maybe a little too fervently.

You sigh. "Okay, well, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to instruct you on eating pussy. Let me see, I guess you just— oh."

He cuts you off when he dives between your legs, his tongue licking a long stripe between your folds. He's watched enough porn to think he at least has an idea of what to do. And he's right—his lips wrap around your clit and the quiet moan you give when he sucks tells Kageyama he's actually on the right track.

His tongue moves experimentally against your heat, licking at you with a precision that makes you surprised by the way your eyes roll back. You'd always liked it when boys were sloppy eating you out. No rhythm, no pattern, just flicking their tongues in whatever way made you arch your back. Lack of experience can make you overthink your technique—your movements turn static. But somehow, and maybe it's because it's Kageyama, there's no denying the heat that's building in your abdomen.

"Fuck, Tobio," you whine.

He pulls away for a second, blinking back at you with fear. "What?"

With a pout and a roll of your eyes, you tangle your fingers into his raven hair and push him back down between your legs. "That means you're doing good, dumbass."

Kageyama's hands have instinctively come to wrap around your thighs, gripping the fat as he holds your legs in place, spread apart for him. His tongue swirls over your bud ceremoniously. Each circle he draws against your clit sends pinpricks of pleasure throughout each and every one of your muscles. The flame in your stomach grows stronger and stronger with every second.

If you weren't so rapt by the way he worked his mouth against you then maybe you would have made fun of him for having his eyes closed. Instead you tug at the roots of his hair, and his gaze meets yours in an instant.

"Eye contact. Don't be scared of it," you say, and the end of your sentence morphs into a moan. It's tough to remember that you're supposed to be 'teaching' him, not just getting free head.

From then on, Kageyama's piercing eyes never leave yours. He thinks he feels himself easing into it a little bit, his tongue and lips moving almost by themselves now. It means he gets to focus on your face. How your eyebrows rise a little, how your eyes twinkle, how your lips part ever so slightly. How you look so fucked out and you haven't even cum yet. You look this gorgeous because of him.

The heat in your abdomen starts to pulse. Your breathing turns ragged, your eyes roll back again. Kageyama knows what's happening. You telling him just confirms it.

"I'm close, Tobio—oh, fuck... Please, Tobio, please..."

And just like that, your back arches off the bed as the flame erupts and you finally make it over the edge. You cry out as you hit your climax, a high-pitched mixture of a curse and Kageyama's name. He tries to pull away, maybe unsure of whether it feels better to continue through an orgasm or not, but you refuse to let him. Once you come down from your high, your hand releases his hair and he sits back.

"Congrats, Kageyama," you chuckle, sighing. He hates it when you call him by his family name, but something about you using it in this moment makes his heart swell. "You just made a woman cum."

The expression he stares back at you with is adorable. His cheeks are flushed and there's a dazed look in his eyes. He's shocked and in disbelief, but there's a little bit of pride there, perhaps exaggerated by the sight of your cum gleaming all over his lips.

"Come here," you say, patting the space beside you as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Ever so obedient, he takes the spot while you tug your panties back up your legs. He's staring at you, so you lean towards him, slowly in case he backs away. But he doesn't, so you connect your lips with his. It's a soft, careful kiss. Your body's too weak from your climax to make it anything more, but you don't want anything more.

Subconsciously you shift closer to him until you're flush against him, and it's then that you're reminded of his erection. That still hasn't been dealt with. Poor boy is probably in agony.

You pull away from Kageyama's lips, a string of spit following as you do. It's your turn to crawl in between his legs with a devilish grin upon your face.

"What are you..?" he asks, frowning as you toy with the waistband of his sweats. In the back of his head, he knows, but he doesn't want to assume.

"Paying you back," you tell him. You thought it was pretty obvious. "Unless you don't want me to. Oh, my god, I just presumed."

"No," he cuts you off, his voice cracking. "Please..."

This time there's no reluctance whatsoever when you pull his sweatpants down his legs, followed by his boxers. His cock, bright red, veiny, swollen, looks so enticing that you start drooling. It's also huge. One of the bigger cocks you've faced. Maybe the biggest. All this time you can't believe he's been packing.

He jolts when your hand wraps around him. "You need me to stop, I stop," you assure him, waiting until he nods to resume. You start with slow strokes up and down, collecting the pre-cum that drips from his sensitive tip, smothering it over the rest of his length. Briefly you pull away to spit in your palm before wrapping around him again. Your hand memorises each ridge that runs along his cock and all you can think is how pretty it is. How you can't wait to choke on it.

No, literally, you can't wait any longer. You lean forward, your lips wrapping around his tip, tongue lapping at the slit to get a taste of his arousal.

The thought that this is his first time ever getting sucked off has you reeling. You're dizzy just thinking about it, really. How you could probably half-ass it and he'd still cum. Or you could put your all into it and he'd cum so hard that no one would else would be able to compare and you would be the only one who could possibly make him feel good.

All of it spurs you on, and one look at Kageyama's blushing, spent face has you slowly taking him inch by inch into your mouth. You struggle as you make your way down to his base, tears brimming in your eyes once he hits the back of your throat. You stay still for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion in your air pipe.

In that moment, Kageyama's cock throbs. With a gasp, he releases, and it's as unexpected to him as it is to you. And you've never been a quitter, so you let him spill every last drop down your throat while his head spins and he watches you with awe and embarrassment all over his features.

"I'm s-sorry," he mutters as you pop off of his cock, spluttering a little as you catch your breath.

"For what?" You just want to hear him say it.

"I didn't last."

A smile spreads over your face, one that you can only hope is reassuring. You help him pull his boxers and his pants back up and for a fleeting moment you're tempted to cuddle up next to him, until the lustful fog in your mind clears and you remember once more that this is still meant to be platonic. A friend teaching another friend. So you sit criss-cross next to him.

"Didn't know I was that good at sucking dick," you quip, joking around to hide the possessiveness that has sprouted within you. You've sucked off boys who were inexperienced before yet none of them had cum so quickly. It's not a coincidence. Kageyama wasn't just worked up—he was worked up for you. You just know it.

Your best friend sits up. Ever so subtly he moves an inch or two away from you, but you notice. You notice how he swallows thickly. You notice how he can barely look you in the eye.

"Um...I never told Ayumi that I'm a virgin, you know," he admits. He twiddles with his fingers in his lap.

Is he asking you what you think he's asking you?

"Are you going to?"

"...I want to have experience with that too," he shrugs.

I want you to take my virginity, is what you hear.

Your lips curl into a smile again. It takes everything in you not to grab him in your arms and squeeze him and hold him tight and kiss him all over.

"Well, I'm here to help. Isn't that what best friends are for?"

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— STOREROOM

— summary : you've been faceless for years, but when mr beast reaches out to you, you can't resist the opportunity to surprise karl.

— genre : fluff!!

— warnings : none!!!

— pairing : cc!karl jacobs x fem!faceless!cc reader

— featuring : cc!karl jacobs, mr beast (+crew), cc!quackity (mentioned)

— pronouns : she/her

— request : what abt a karl x fem!reader where he has a crush on them but she is a faceless streamer and mr beast like asks them to face reveal for a competetion (the reader has been thinking abt face revealing so its not boundary crossing yk) and like its a surprise for karl?? like he wasnt told that she was coming and he is like a lost puppy following her around the whole video??? AND THE READER LIKES RHEM BACK GOOD VIBES ONLY anyways slay ilysm

— word count : 0.7k

— note : my best boy karl <33 he would be so giggly and cute

he was trending on twitter. it wasn't uncommon, he was a creator after all. but now he was trending in association with you.

"fans of karl jacobs left excited after his "adorable" reaction to the prospect of meeting up with longtime friend for the first time ever."

"why is 'adorable' in quotation marks?" he turned his phone screen around so jimmy could see. jimmy just laughed and shrugged.

you and karl had streamed together last night, and you'd entertained the prospect of a face reveal. you'd become a creator rather young, never expecting it to truly take off. but now as an adult with a flourishing career, you felt ready to show your face.

karl had been elated that he was the first person you wanted to meet in person. you and him had been friends for years, and you telling him that he was your best friend turned him into a giggly blushing mess.

but, that was for him to think about later, because right now he had a video to shoot. this one wasn't an endurance challenge, so he didn't think he'd be here for more than maybe four hours. but that was four hours he could spend talking to you.

"hey, karl?" jimmy called him over about an hour. "can you grab another cable from the storeroom?" karl nodded and pocketed his phone, jogging over to storeroom one. "oh, wait. not that one. we have a guest in there."

"oooh, who is it?" he asked. usually, whenever they had guests it was either viewers that karl would meet when they got to the warehouse, or another creator that he would also meet when they got to the warehouse.

"i can't tell you," jimmy said simply. "it's a surprise."

karl frowned, but just put it off. "why are they in the storeroom,"

"we took out the shelves and put up some decor and stuff," jimmy said. "figured we would do more surprise reveals after this one and we need somewhere for them to stay."

to karl's dismay, he soon found out that everyone knew who was in the room except for him. over the next few hours, they filmed the challenge portion of the video, and then took a break before the end segment.

karl had won, and he had a lot of fun. it seemed like everyone else had given up fairly easily, but he assumed that everyone had off days.

he pulled out his phone and texted you: "hi bub sorry, been filming all day. you're probably asleep right now so call me when you wake up <33"

you and karl had been friends for years, but for the past year or so it had been different. you weren't dating, it was a weird sort of in between thing.

you knew he liked you, he knew you liked him. but you'd both silently agreed to wait until you met up irl before anything was going to happen.

once they were all gathered together jimmy spoke to the camera for a second before turning to karl. "alright, now. since karl was the winner, he gets our mystery prize. it's right in there," he gestured to the storeroom that had been done up.

"ooh, is it taylor swift?" he giggled as he opened the door. he expected it would be maybe his family, or another creator he hadn't got to meet.

"you've been hanging out with alex too much," was the first thing you said before karl was pulling you into his arms.

"you're here. oh my god," he recognised you based off of your voice, and he couldn't believe you were physically in front of him. "you're so pretty, gosh,"

"hi honey," you squeezed him as hard as you could.

"it's weird," he mumbled. "i missed you. but, i talked to you all the time. it doesn't make sense,"

"don't worry, karl. none of us saw her, she came in early." chris said. "we were all in on it,"

"can't even be mad," karl still hadn't let go of you, burying his face in your neck. "not when you're here,"

he had to pull away from you (still keeping your hand firmly in his), to finish the video. but the second everyone had gone he was putting his hands on either side of your jaw. "you're here, with me," he needed to keep repeating it so you didn't suddenly disappear.

"karl, honey?" he hummed in response. "i missed you too."

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #karl jacobs x y/n #karl jacobs x you #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs oneshot #karl jacobs drabble #karl jacobs headcanon #karl jacobs x fem!reader #karl jacobs fanfic

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interlude | jjk

summary: Growing up you only had one goal: beat Jeon Jungkook. Sometimes you'd win, other times you'd lose. Sometimes he'd lose, other times he'd win. But you'd both walk away from the match thinking the other was the lucky one.

pairing: tlo!jungkook x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | sports au, fwb, fluff word count: 2.9K chapter summary: When Jungkook was little, he used to wish on shooting stars that he'd hear a bell when he met his soulmate. warnings/notes: this is part of my the lucky one jk series; it does not need to be read in order to understand the fic, it's just an extra pov from jk, no smut but i'm leaving this as 18+ because of the topics discussed, typos probably, explicit language, abuse of alcohol mentioned, your name references/inspo, descriptions of anxiety, depression, mental illness, trichotillomania (pulling out of hair: in this case eyelashes), just a lil look into jk's brain, i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know, i hope you enjoy, my loves <3

chapter four 1/2: interlude ( ← previous | next → )

BECOMING SOMEONE HAD NEVER truly been on Jeon Jungkook’s radar. He was born to two loving parents who adored each other as much as they loved him. They weren’t exactly poor or rich, they were just owners of another small restaurant on the streets of Busan, selling mostly chicken that young Jungkook would normally take to school for lunch when it wouldn’t sell.

That was supposed to be his legacy, and he was fine with that. He quite liked helping his mother in the kitchen and packaging the orders.

It wasn’t like they’d sat him down and told him he’d be forced to sell chicken all his life once he got older. No, actually, his mother had always told him to shoot for the stars. He could be anything he wanted as long as he was a good person at the end of the day.

And Jungkook had lived by that.

So becoming someone to him never meant becoming someone great . . . it just meant becoming someone kind.

Until he discovered badminton. You, his mother’s best friend’s daughter, and consequently his best friend since birth, also discovered badminton at the same time. And the both of you . . . the both of you discovered that badminton could be your chance at becoming someone . . . great.

You had taken quite a liking to this fact. You’d been the first to buy all the equipment and when Jungkook said he wasn’t that interested . . . you used all your saved-up birthday money to buy him equipment of his own. (You knew he was just lying anyway. You knew the Jeons didn’t have enough to buy Jungkook his very own racket . . . so you took matters into your own hands. He knew now that was the day he’d developed a crush on you. (A small, childhood crush of course, but still a crush he always remembered.)

He’d never wanted it as much as you, though, and he knew that. He used to think that he did. He used to think that making it to the Olympics would be a dream come true, but even now, after everything, he wasn’t sure if that had ever been true.

Jungkook had loved badminton . . . but he’d been gradually falling out of love with it for years now. But one small fact made it hard for him to admit this: he was good; no . . . he might have been one of the best.

He supposed that was why the little feud with you had started in the first place. He had never really cared about the sport, whereas you had always cared too much, and so his careless actions, yet ever so gracious, results managed to always get under your skin.

And of course, he’d find it funny, mostly because you scrunched your nose in this cute way when you were angry.

(He didn’t like to admit it, but he’d always used to challenge you just to show off to you. Now . . . not in a cruel way . . . but rather, he did it to try to impress you. Yeah . . . it had never really worked out in his favor.)

But he never really minded your attitude toward him. He knew the two of you were some weird kind of friends, and he liked that. He liked having you near him, just like he had liked having Taehyung and Jimin close.

He’d never really liked anyone else . . . (He didn’t realize why until later in life.)

So, yeah, there you had it . . . Jeon Jungkook had the chance to become someone great, but he’d never wanted to be that. He’d just wanted to be kind like his mother had wished him to be. But things didn’t work out that way; Life . . . didn’t work out that way, and in becoming someone great . . . he’d become something he wasn’t proud of.

And that was true . . .

. . . becoming someone had never been on Jeon Jungkook’s radar until he’d turned into someone he barely recognized; until he’d become a ghost of his old self. He hadn’t realized he’d been becoming this . . . person all his life; that it hadn’t started after the incident; that it’d started even when he was a kid.

Because you see, Jungkook had been pulling and plucking at his eyelashes since the sixth grade when he started developing his . . . issues. Like when he’d wake in the morning with his heart racing and his stomach churning, creating a nervous sickness deep inside of him all because he had to attend school. (He’d go all day with that feeling taking over his body. Eventually, he just kind of got used to always having this tight feeling constricting his lungs unless he pretended to fall ill and call his mother to come to pick him up from school.) Or when he’d be left with no choice other than to talk to his peers because that's what you're supposed to do when you're growing up: make friends.

And he’d hide this by putting on a personality. He’d make himself big, loud, and unmissable so no one could ever make him feel small. He’d make fun of himself, make himself seem more approachable, more well-rounded, and less easy to offend. Because if he made himself seem stupid; if he made himself seem laid back . . . no one would think to judge him.

Of course, that didn’t always work. Sometimes people became too comfortable with him. Sometimes so comfortable they’d say things about him to his face, thinking he wouldn’t mind. And while he did make it seem like he didn’t care . . . he did, and hearing those things from people he called friends made him wonder if anyone actually liked him.

That only made him feel more alone.

So he had friends, yes, but none of them ever really knew him because . . . well . . . that had always made him . . . freak out.

And the thing they don't tell you about anxiety: there is no give and take; it just takes and takes and takes.

. . .

He used to think once he got older, these nerves would die down, but he just became scared of new things. He knew how to hide his nerves more now, but storming off toward a bar or disappearing for days on end only worked so much. No matter what he’d always find himself right back at square one . . . He’d sit down by himself, pulling at the ends of his eyelashes because it'd be the only thing he knew that would calm him down.

The funny thing about that was the fact that he used to get compliments about how long his eyelashes were when he was younger (mostly from his mother, followed by her pinching his cheeks but you know . . . ). He didn't even notice just how quickly these compliments stopped once his strange little addiction kicked in. Now in their place were broken lashes and small gaps at the tails of his eyes.

Until the small anxiety tic grew into something so much more . . .

Even as he grew, he never truly learned how to deal with the tight feeling in his chest that would consume him when he got even slightly overwhelmed, and that seemingly small habit never left his side. Like some sick vice, the urge to pluck and pull and pick at his body, at his chapped lips, at his eyelashes, and even the tails of his eyebrows, never went away. They only got worse.

It wasn't until the incident that his strange habit developed into something more gruesome. And this new habit he had developed couldn't be hidden with a silly little white lie. No, this he couldn't hide, because of the simple fact that there was no way he could make things right with his friends, with his teammates, with Tae or even himself. There was no way he could hide just how badly he wished he could take Tae’s place. There was no way anyone could look at him the same again, especially as his tiny habits turned into day-long benders filled with booze and drunk walks back to the dorm. He couldn’t hide the smell of alcohol on his breath no matter how many times he scrubbed at his teeth.

The feeling of numbing everything; of just being able to forget . . . would still stick, and the urge to do it again and again and again would remain because that was the thing about anxiety: it only knew how to take and take and take.

He’d tried to stop a few times before it got worse. He’d tried to quiet the urge and just let it be . . . but he never could, not when he was reminded of what he had done every day.

And the thing was: Jungkook knew he never truly believed he would stop. He had wanted to. Trust him, he wanted to believe that he had actually been getting better, that he wouldn't need the booze and the euphoria which came from numbing the pain inside him. But he always knew he’d give in. He knew his memories would seep back in. They always had.

The past had a way of sneaking up on Jeon Jungkook, and his anxiety only fed on it.

He’d thought he’d left everything behind him. He thought he could live in this sick limbo, forever dotting the line between madness and numbness. Truly, he really thought he could, and he almost did.

Until he saw you again.

He remembered he had walked into that bar all those months again, expecting nothing but another drink in his hand, but there you were, a scowl on your face and a furrowed brow. And suddenly, it was as if he had been transported three years back.

The past was looking him right in the face, and he couldn’t cross it out. He couldn’t put an X on your face and pretend not to know you. He couldn’t pretend to not remember. He couldn’t erase those years. He couldn't erase you.

So he sat down right in front of you, and then he saw it. He’d seen how nervous you had been, trying to make yourself blend in with the group. He’d seen just how different you had become in just three years. And then he saw you bite your fingernails, taking note of the dried blood.

You had an anxious tic, too.

And he wondered if you understood how all this felt.

He wished he could say what his plan was after that, but truth be told: he had no idea. He just remembered touching your hand once and he couldn’t stay away. He supposed a part of him . . . perhaps the part of him stuck in the past couldn’t let a part of you go. And, sure, he wasn’t sure what that all meant but it did mean something . . . and he trusted it.

He still trusted that gut feeling as he brought a hand up to his eyes, rubbing them to clear the sleep from the corners. Dropping his hand, he finally took the time to focus his eyesight, squinting in the dark as he turned his head to the side, finding none other than you sound asleep with your mouth slightly agape as you snored softly.

Then . . . you let one loud snore out, and he couldn’t help it: his grin grew so wide, his eyes crinkling as he silently laughed.

You were a snorer. A loud one at that.

This was something he’d keep to himself.

You’d never admit it if he told you. So he’d keep this to himself. It was something he knew about you that would stay a secret, and that in itself had him attempting to reach for you, but he found that your hand was already clutched tightly around his thumb, stopping him from moving entirely.

With a small smile on his face, he gently pulled the hand wrapped around his thumb, slowly moving you into his arms. Luckily, you were a heavy sleeper, so when he’d finally tucked you into his chest, his chin resting on the crown of your head, you were still snoring into his skin without even stirring in the slightest.

And finally, he could breathe a sigh of relief.

But for what? he still pondered.

And then it hit him.

He’d recognized that look on your face, the nail-biting, your demeanor . . . He recognized it because he knew it well. That look, those feelings, the habits . . . he’d borne those, too. He still did.

Perhaps he had issues with letting the past go. Or perhaps he felt a sense of familiarity with you.

Or maybe he believed in you more than he believed in himself.

And then it clicked.

Jungkook wasn’t exactly a fan of parties. In college, he’d attend them for the sake of his team, perhaps even help throw them, but he’d always find himself standing near Taehyung or Jimin, trying to pass the time before he could crawl into his bed. So . . . when his social battery would drain out . . . Jungkook liked to watch movies.

All kinds of movies . . . sometimes shows. He liked anime and dramas. Hated Pulp Fiction and most sitcoms (mostly because he thought they were trying too hard to be funny half the time). But he didn’t mind romance movies. In fact, he preferred to watch them. He didn’t really find the point in watching something if there wasn’t at least one well-written romance.

He loved love, although it had never really worked out for him, but he still believed in it. His parents had shown him that.

Call him a hopeless romantic, he didn’t care. That was what he was.

He liked thinking that everything would work out the way it was supposed to. It made his anxiety subside enough to let him breathe, although most days he lost sight of that. Most days he lost sight of everything.

But . . . he never truly lost sight of you . . .

Anyway . . .

One of his favorite go-to movies when things would get . . . too much . . . as a kid was Your Name. He loved the art, he loved the plot, the characters . . . everything. He loved the fact that despite it all, a soul connection would always be a soul connection.

When he was little he’d even wished upon shooting stars that he’d hear bells when he found his soulmate. But no bells ever rang, and Jungkook grew up. He realized no bells would ever ring, and that was OK. (He still had just an ounce of hope . . . not that he’d admit that.)

Now . . . OK . . . maybe he was going a little overboard. He’d realized now that perhaps soulmates didn’t exactly exist. Maybe two people just happen to find each other and fit into each other, but where was the fun in that? (Fine, he was getting off track. Fine.))

Soulmates didn’t have to exist. Jungkook could admit that.

But every once in a while, two people find each other and maybe no bells ring and there’s no red string tying them together . . . but . . . they meet and everything else doesn’t seem that scary as long as that person is standing beside them. Maybe that was Jungkook’s fucked up version of love, but he believed in that. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what you’d call fate . . . but it was . . . something . . .

And for a second, as he toyed with your hair, he wondered if you believed in soulmates. That only made him grin, because of course not! You didn’t believe in soulmates, he knew that.

You believed in people.

You believed in . . . him . . .

Jungkook slowly blinked. He knew that now.

He wasn’t exactly sure what that all meant . . . but . . . but you’d sat there and you’d listened to everything that had happened to him . . . and you’d understood. You’d understood him and you’d looked him right in the eyes and told him he wasn’t alone. And fuck . . . he’d believed you.

Maybe it would take a lot longer for him to accept everything you had said, but he did know one thing: you would be there.

And he . . . he wanted to be there for you.

He felt . . . that.

He felt it all.

At the time, he had wondered what he should call this feeling. He’d almost forced himself to stay up half the night with you snoring in his arms while he tried to find the right word, desperately mauling over countless explanations after explanations . . . until . . . well . . .

As Jungkook closed his eyes, squeezing you a little tighter, and breathing in your scent, he realized what he had been trying to ignore ever since he saw you again at the bar all those months ago. He realized why it had always been your opinion that mattered to him the most; why he didn't mind putting on matching froggy headbands with you and doing face masks while just letting the world . . . be; why he could never forget you; why he’d always searched for you in everything . . . even in how he’d dress. He realized why it had always been you; why he would always choose you no matter what over and over again.

And then he realized why that all occurred.

Jungkook loved you.

Wait—

Fuck!

He loved you. He loved you. Holy fuck, he fucking loved you! And fucking hell, he was sure he always had.

He realized this wasn’t just a feeling. There were no bells, and no bells were needed. He couldn’t find a red string tying the two of you together, and he didn’t care to search. He knew this wasn’t just a feeling. No, it was . . . love.

And for a second time that night, he wondered what you believed in . . . and if it included him at all . . .

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lady-eris · 4 months

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hello everything is fine? MERRY CHRISTMAS! If requests are still open can I request jjk headcanon? what it would be like to be the younger female sister of the characters choso and aoi todo (separately) the female reader being a strong hand-to-hand fighter and skilled with weapons (whether firearms or bladed weapons)

Merry Christmas! i hope Everyone's Christmas is going well! Also does anyone know what i tag for Platonic/family stuff? Also, i decided to make the reader the Younger sibling of Itadori!

Choso

-you'd probably meet In Shibuya, and at first He think's Itadori's about to loose and then suddenly he Barley misses a swift upper roundhouse kick to the face. Narrowing his eyes, as he See's you. He'd likely, say something along the lines of a threat. His brother's were killed by Itadori, so he'll kill Itadori in return.

Obviously this would lead, in a fight. You've had to throw Itadori on your shoulders (Struggling greatly, and almost failing) Behind hiding behind one of the pillars that gave the ceiling support.

Choso think's this is you running away, Only to Miss a blade that had cut a few strands of his hair. It was like a boomerrang, that came back as well.

Imagine if your cursed technique was a gun. Sort of like Lady Nagant's quirk, you can summon a gun or multiple gun's and have them shoot at him. Of course these would actually hurt him if not careful.

I like to imagine that he falter's in the fight, once he sees your determined expression. It reminds him of his younger brother's when they would a similar expression before there ultimately demise.

-once after the realisation, With the both of you He'd consider you his younger sister. (He's a bit awkward cause he doesn't know if having a sister is different)

but none the less he loves you, constantly making sure you don't get hurt. After all what type of big brother would he be, if his younger siblings are harmed in his prescence?

-Often watching over you, even if it's in the corner of his eye. After all that's happened, he doesn't like the idea of leaving you out of his sight.

Constantly wants you to call him Big brother (Same with Yuji)

-Scary dog. Since he can be seen by both non jujutsu sorcerers and Jujutsu sorcerers, as well as curses you have no hope of getting a lover. As soon as they see Choso, they're too afraid to even think that you're cute.

Aoi Todo

You met, either just as He asks Itadori his type, or just before. You won't be except either. He'd point at you suddenly, and go "and you! what's your type?" Whether you said your actual type, or a heartfelt one (like Megumi) It ended with "Oh and i nice Butt" or something along the lines.

-This is probably what made him like you, or begin to like you, Your fighting experience just makes it even better.

-Once He declared Itadori as his brother, You aren't an exception. You've just become his younger sister. The Kyoto student's are offically concered, not for Itadori but for you.

"Blink once, if you want me to take you away"

-He'd buy you ticket's for all of Takaba's meet and greet's and any performances, she does and decides that he's gotta look after you whenever you two meet.

he's eccentric and will try and do what ever he can to help you, He'd exchange contacts and message you to help with your studies.

He'd get you things if he knows you like them. He's never had a younger sister before, and Decides you need to be spoiled. (i feel like hes the type of brother that's like, no ones good enough for my sister, so I'm gonna make there standards high)

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foreverdolly · 1 year

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love bug | austin butler x injured!reader

this is a yet another lil blurb for my "three days of blurbs" event.

request: where austin accidentally hits reader and him being super sorry and helping?

requested by: @abloversblog hope you enjoy it !

word count: 924

warnings/notes: just adorable fluff- what an incredible idea! i set this in the same "universe" as your last request to make it extra special for you. austin would be oh-so sorry if something like this happened. he'd be eaten up with guilt. he apologized a thousand times throughout the night as well. to the point that it got incredibly annoying.

Austin’s love language was touch. Any second of the day where his hands weren’t on you was a second wasted in his book. The two of you thought that it was fun to “play-wrestle”. Realistically, Austin was strong enough to hold you down until you tired yourself out. He always let you win though, which was part of the fun. The two of you had been rough housing all day, teasing one another just for the chance to grab at one another’s warm bodies. It was often a form of foreplay. His big strong body straddling yours, his arms pinning your hands up above your head. He had been batting you around like a cat with a mouse all day.

Physically, Austin could probably bench you, but he never got too rough with you. Not once. The only time Austin had ever really hurt you was when he had gone in for a kiss too eagerly and his front teeth had painfully knocked against your own. It had been towards the beginning of the relationship, which made it even more mortifying for him when he realized that your top lip was bleeding.

It was like every single second of dating experience had flown right out the window when he had met you. You made him unrealistically giddy and nervous, which further solidified the fact that he was positive that you were the one. You had reduced the thirty year old man to a bumbling, blushing idiot. Austin was ridiculously soft for you, and would rather shoot himself in the foot than ever hurt you.

The mere thought of you in any sort of pain nearly had him falling to his knees. He took his role of “protector” extremely seriously where you were concerned. He was always so careful with you- which is why your sudden cries of pain had him jumping off of you so quickly that his back knocked against the coffee table so hard that it toppled over. The decorative art books that the two of you had used to spruce up your home clattered to the ground. Austin tried to reach for the vase of your “get well soon” flowers before it was too late, but the smooth glass slipped right through his sweaty palms, shattering against the wood floor.

“W-what did I do, baby? Where do you hurt?” The expensive decorations were forgotten the moment that he remembered that you were in pain. He was quick to scramble onto his hands and knees, moving towards you so that he could get a better look. You were still laying on the couch right where he had left you, only this time you were clutching at your ankle, eyes screwed shut in pain. His blue eyes widened in fear, his golden features paling as he realized what must have happened.

“Y-Your knee hit my bad ankle.” The ankle that you had broken not even three weeks ago on the red carpet.

“Oh my god. . . Do you think I might have shifted the bone somehow? Should I take you back to the hospital? Hold on, I’ll get my things.” He scrambled to his feet, nearly slipping and falling on the polished hardwood floors in his socks.

You were quick to call out to him, but he was too panicked to really hear you. He slipped off his plaid pajama pants, quickly putting on a pair of jeans over his boxers. He covered up his messy, wavy locks with a baseball cap, quickly reaching for the keys to his car that he had put on the kitchen island.

“Aus, I don’t need to go back to the hospital. It’s still sore though, so when you knocked up against it. . . it took the wind out of me, that’s all.” He was overreacting. Big time.

“But what if I did some damage? Babe. . . what if I dislodged something. What if your ankle hurts all the time now, even after it’s healed? I’m such an idiot!” He knocked the palm of his hand against the side of his head. “Why did I think that it was a good idea to be rough with you when you’re all broken like this.” He motioned towards you on the couch before letting his hand fall limply. It slapped against his jean clad thigh loudly.

You wrinkled your nose in offense. “Broken? Hey-”

“Baby, you’re temporarily crippled. Our room is upstairs and I have to carry you up to bed every night like you’re Pollyanna.” He explained softly to you, pinching the bridge of his nose as he continued to worry himself sick.

You blushed in embarrassment, quickly covering your face with a pillow. “I’m fine. Cut all that out and come sit back down. I wanted to finish this movie.” You mumbled against the cushion.

Austin could barely understand what you were saying, but he shuffled over to you anyway.

“I’m sorry. I don’t even know what to say-”

When you moved the pillow off of your eyes you could see that he was looking down at you. His long fingers were gripping the edge of the couch hard, his blue eyes slightly watery with guilt.

“Can you just take those jeans off? I’m trying to cuddle.” He rolled his eyes at your nonchalance, throwing the keys back up on the kitchen island before moving over to the coffee table, grimacing at the mess that he had made.

“I’ll love on you in a second. . . broken glass got everywhere. I don’t want you stepping on glass with your good leg.”

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dawndelion-winery · 3 months

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I Like You! (Not)

Alhaitham × GN! Reader

College au! Academic Rivals to Lovers

[3] - Let's Break Up

You called Kunimitsu the very second you got home to scream about what a god awful horrendous day it was. Alhaitham, in spite of accepting your confession and waltzing right into the position of your boyfriend, made no effort to further include himself in classroom activities.

Even while on your little impromptu lunch date, he'd refused to speak even a word about work, deftly changing the topic back to something personal about you or your interests. If anything, it only irked you more to know that he did have sufficient social aptitude to steer a conversation but chose not to care to do so. The absolute audacity of him...now you couldn't even excuse his impoliteness with poor social skills.

You were so sick and fed up with Alhaitham, and Kunimitsu was doing nothing to help as he choked and wheezed over every detail. "Wouldn't it be funny if it turns out he's been into you all along?" your dear friend chuckled humourlessly. That? Funny? You'd have to be sick in the head for that thought to please you. Just what were you supposed to do with a rival you could barely stand suddenly becoming your boyfriend? Anyone else worming their way into your heart would've been endearing. Anyone but him. Yet, as fate would have it, Alhaitham of all people would be the one to do it.

What would you do if anyone found out? What if- and then it hit you; no one else knew yet. If you broke up with him, claiming it was a change of heart or some other impulse, it'd be like it had never happened! You giggled to yourself as you thought of how easy it would be to out an end to your plight, and soothed your anxious heart til the next day. Shooting him a text to meet you tomorrow, you fell asleep with a renewed sense of calmness, relief taking you to slumber with ease.

You told Kunimitsu of your plan as you walked to school with him. You'd expected praise for the idea, but he'd only scoffed and looked at you with a taunting smirk. Some friend he was as he raised an eyebrow and sarcastically asked if you were confident it would work.

Of course you were.

And perhaps you shouldn't have been. The moment you walked into the lecture theatre, you were met with two peculiar sights. The first: everyone was strangely chipper and energetic - a tad bit too much so for a Tuesday morning. The second? That was probably the more concerning one; Alhaitham, ever the loner, was uncharacteristically surrounded by classmates, engaging in small talk. Horrific. More dreadful yet was the way his eyes perked up at the sight of you, and he gracefully excused himself from the crowd to stride over to you.

"You wanted to talk to me?" He murmured softly, an eerie gentleness in his tone that unnerved you beyond words. You shot a quick look past him to see your peers watching with great interest as you ushered the unusually cooperative prick outside.

"Yesterday was an impulsive mistake, let's break up, Alhaitham. I don't think we'll work out. I'm sorry to jump you with a confession out of the blue like that, so let's end this before word spreads while no one knows about us." The words rumbled out of your mouth like a rushing stream, racing to reach the ocean. And precise to the analogy, its contents were lost in the depths it sought to reach.

"No," he said curtly.

"No?" You repeated, gaping slightly at his audacity. "Why not? We're not even each other's type."

"There's so many fallacies in what you've just said that it's almost too much of a hassle to pick them all out. Let's start with what you said about no one knowing - everyone knows. Or they soon will even if they don't. A sizeable crowd seemed very interested in the reason I sat right beside your usual seat all of a sudden, and I had no issue telling them about us."

The annoyance on your face slowly morphed to mild panic, but he wasn't done yet.

"Secondly, you claim we won't work out, but how do you plan to support that hypothesis? We spent half a day together yesterday, and it was quite pleasant. If anything, your theory seems rather easily disputable at the moment, wouldn't you say?"

You bit your lip as he continued listing off his rebuttal. Despite having no visible change in expression when you'd confessed, there was a subtle irritation in the faintest furrow of his brows as he reasoned why you shouldn't break up. You'd be more curious about it if you weren't so frustrated with his stubborn refusal.

"And finally, what would you know about us not being each other's type? I've never once told you my type." His last point was curt, a firm tone of finality in it as he gazed at you with those indignant eyes that only viewed solid reason with acknowledgement. Was it really that bothersome for him to be broken up with?

"My type is someone who'll adore and spoil me. Someone doting and affectionate." Your voice came out gentle, almost pleading him to understand. Were you that desperate to leave him? If anything, Alhaitham was the furthest from affectionate, so you were confident he'd back off, thinking him uncomfortable with your needs.

Contrary to your hopes and beliefs, he donned that same thoughtful look he'd had when you'd confessed. "That can be arranged," he declared, as he reached to stroke your cheek. "I'd much prefer you told me what you want from me instead of trying to break up immediately."

With that, he returned to his seat, leaving you in your state of disbelief and incredulity.

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