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Smol Brainstorm: Met Gala 2024
Ok! Another brainstorm! Jennie at Met Gala 2024! Some scenes I thought of for it. For the story, whenever BlackPink's Jennie is in scenes, I will put my OC, BTS' Jennie, as Jen for dialogue while keeping BlackPink's Jennie as Jennie. I truly hope it won't be so confusing. Back in 2016 when I planned the story and made the chapters, it was before BlackPink debuted and when I saw Jennie, I was like oops, should I change my character's name? But then I decided to keep it. I felt like I could work around it. J&J hehe.
For now, I'll keep the majority of Jen's met gala look for 2024 a bit vague since I'm still brainstorming and tend to change my mind a lot so whenever I officially get to this chapter in the story, I'll add more detail. I kind of want her to wear wings though. I'll see how I feel when I officially get to that moment in the story.
I'm not too sure the reason why Shawn Mendes didn't attend this year's Met Gala so we just gonna say he chose not to attend and was working on music in the studio in NYC instead or something. But I do plan for the two of them to hang out and see each other. I remember seeing tweets the day after the Met Gala that he was seen by fans and took photos. I think it was at Central Park?? I think. So I'll write scenes about that too for the future chapter.
Furthermore, Jennie will be vocal and call out the rude reporters who were rude to Stray Kids at the Met Gala. That wasn't cool at all. She'll tweet and speak about it, defending them.
Like always, these scenes will probably be a bit longer and more detailed during the final product. :)
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Still in her casual clothes, Jennie was filmed for a Bangtan Bomb gathering the packaged baked goods she recently made. She was currently staying at The Mark, and The Met Gala was going to start in just a few hours. Excitement was building up inside her because this was the first time she'd be attending alone, since her usual companion, Shawn Mendes, chose not to attend.
"I'm still shooked I made it to Anna Wintour's VIP list. This is insane. I'm so blessed and honored. Like wow. I couldn't attend last year but I'm happy to be back for 2024. ARMY are here to see me, today, too. I've been scrolling on Twitter and watching tweets of them waiting outside. They had probably been waiting since this morning so I asked the staff to provide water and food for them. They should be receiving it now. I know it's exhausting having to wait hours just to see a glimpse of your favs. I want to try to at least say hi before getting in the van. Also! Stray Kids and BlackPink's Jennie are attending The Met Gala this year! So, I get to see them! I baked cupcakes for them, so let's go visit them and then get ready for the Met Gala,"
She chose to go see Stray Kids first. As she made her way to their room, she happily talked about the group and loved how more K-Pop groups were attending events in America. It was a beautiful thing. From PSY, Wonder Girls, Bangtan, NCT, and other acts, it was great to see more exposure for Korean Pop in America.
After knocking on the door, she was immediately greeted by Bang Chan who grinned.
"Jennie, you're here!" his eyes lit up.
"Hey! I came to see you, guys! Is this a bad time?"
"Did you say, Jennie!?" Han pushed past some of the boys to get a good view of the door while Bang Chan opened it wider to reveal her to the guys.
"Jennie is here?" Felix's eyes lit up as the boys started to get excited to see her, as well as seeing a familiar face.
"It's not a bad time at all, come in, Smartie!" Bang Chan let her inside as she walked in.
"Hey, guys! I made cupcakes for you to eat after the event! I hope you like them. Chocolate and vanilla," she gave Bang Chan the box, who set it down on the table as the boys were grateful.
After they bowed to each other, she smiled as they were lined up, giving her their undivided attention. Felix and Han couldn't contain the big smiles on their faces as they watched her. They couldn't wait to see her look for the Met Gala.
"It's been a while, huh? How are you guys?" she asked.
"We've been well! It's our first time attending the Met Gala and it's a huge honor," Han answered. "I'm looking forward to having a great time, today. And with you here, seeing you gave me strength for today,"
"Aw, thank you! That's so sweet. I'm really happy you boys got invited. If there is anyone who deserves it, it's you, guys,"
"Thanks, Jennie,"
"Of course! And can I just say, Felix, that hair color suits you so well!? I hope you keep it for a while. It reminds me of The Witcher a little bit,"
Loving her compliment, Felix thanked her and felt himself blushing as he grinned, looking away for a moment.
"He's blushing again. Every time," I.N teased with the boys.
"Do you have any tips for us?" Seungmin asked.
"Yeah! Listen, I understand. I know you guys are nervous. I'm nervous, too. Every event I have attended so far I have always been nervous. My butterflies go crazy as I'm about to arrive, too. Like, everyone's eyes are on you and you're modeling and strutting what you got on. But just breathe. Relax. Be yourself," she answered.
"Us being ourselves is a bit chaotic. We'll try to contain it," Bang Chan playfully warned.
She laughed with them. "I've seen first hand. You guys have a unique aura that draws viewers in. And you know Stays are watching the Met Gala for YOU! Think of them and how you guys are on stage,"
"You're right about that. I just hope I don't make any mistakes. Like trip on the stairs or something," he laughed.
"Real. Oh my God, do you remember when I almost tripped that one year? I was like oh shit but caught myself,"
Bang Chan laughed lightly at the memory. "I remember your face! Bam Bam wouldn't stop roasting you for weeks,"
"Yo, he got on my nerves! At least I was kind of graceful with it,"
"Yeah, you did play it off, pretty well,"
After their conversation, the boys felt more at ease thanks to her encouraging words.
"Before I go, can I give you guys hugs?" she kindly asked for permission.
"Yes, please!" Felix and Han immediately said, causing the boys to laugh at their eagerness.
She giggled. "Bring it in!"
It amused the boys when Felix and Han both playfully pushed each other to try to be the first one to hug her. In the end, Felix got to her first, enjoying her warm hug. Then one by one, she hugged everyone else. After hugging Bang Chan last, the two did their secret handshake afterward, impressing the members.
"I'll be attending the Met Gala as well," she reminded. "If you need me for anything, just let me know. All eyes are going to be on you and you guys are gonna kill it out there. Ever since I saw you guys, I knew you'd be superstars. I'm so proud of what you've accomplished so far. Keep up the amazing work!"
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"Knock knock~!" Jen knocked on Jennie's door in rhythm.
As soon as Jennie opened up, her eyes lit up and she let out a squeal of excitement, pulling Jen into her arms for a big hug.
"You're here~!"
"I'm here~! I missed you! I made you cupcakes to eat after the event,"
"You spoil everyone! Thank you! When are you going to open up a bakery? Everyone needs to eat these," she happily accepted them and walked into the room with her, placing it on the table.
"One day. It'll happen. I definitely want it to. So, how was your Gentle Monster event?"
"It was so fun! The decorations were cute. You got yours, right?"
"Mm hm. They're cute. Thank you,"
"You've been at the Met Gala a few times and you're attending again. How are you feeling?"
"You know it's crazy. I never even thought I'd get sucked into the world of fashion. I just wanted Nike. I never thought of any other brand. But everything blew up ever since getting sponsored by Nike and attending Seoul Fashion Week for the first time. Like I was so clueless about fashion but ever since then, I embraced it and took it upon myself to learn more about it. I like it. It's fun. I like how people express themselves through clothing. It's beautiful,"
"Right? Your come up in fashion is amazing. I know the guys and ARMY are so proud of you,"
"Thanks, Jennie. I kid you not when I first got invited to the Met Gala I scared shitless. Like um...ME? It's an honor. How are you feeling about tonight?"
"I definitely feel a lot more relaxed this year,"
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After heading back to her room, Jennie continued to be filmed by Vogue and a Bangtan Bomb camera while getting ready. After interviews and photos, she was just about ready to leave. As she scrolled through her phone, she tweeted her excitement on seeing Stray Kids already there and Jennie in her beautiful blue dress.
'Stray Kids!! They look so good! And yasssss Jennie! You better work! #JW' she tweeted with heart eyed emojis.
Immediately ARMY responded under the tweet, asking for her whereabouts:
'Ma'am! Where is BTS' Jennie?! You showing up? We need a J & J reunion!'
'AHEM! When are YOU going to the met gala!?'
'Ummmm Jennie did you forget your way to the met gala? If so here are the directions! Aren't you going!?'
'Where are YOU!?'
'Are you and Shawn Mendes attending this year!?'
'Did you get invited?'
Seeing all the tweets, Jennie laughed and tweeted, 'LOL! Relax!'
In response, ARMY tweeted:
'Telling us to relax, ma'am we wanna see YOU!'
'Is this a sign queen is coming!?'
'History about to be made again! That's confirmation!'
After discussing on camera the designer she was wearing and her thoughts on attending another year, she bowed and thanked all the staff members for helping her get to this point for the show.
At the entrance of The Mark, Jennie inhaled and exhaled deeply, anticipating what was about to happen. Reporters and fans were waiting for the next celebrity to walk out of The Mark to reveal their outfit, making predictions on who would be next.
"Ready?" Diana grinned.
"Yeah, let's do it," Jennie nodded.
As soon as she heard a loud shout of her name once she walked outside, loud screaming and cheering were heard. It startled the photographers and reporters as they turned to who was the cause of the pandemonium and began snapping away, filming her smiling brightly. Jennie immediately looked around, seeing a lot of ARMY there to support which warmed her heart. Smiling directly at the fans, she waved happily while Diana stood to the side, watching proudly. Loud chants of her name occurred along with chants of BTS.
"Wow, that is a lot of ARMY," Diana was surprised.
Diana watched, amused at how Jennie talked about how nervous she was but proceeded to pose confidently for the camera. The crowd was mesmerized by her outfit, loving how on theme she was, and was curious about the wings attached to her, hoping she'd present them more when she arrived at the Met Gala.
"Hi! Hi, hi, hi, hi! Thank you so much for being here!" Jennie quickly said once approaching fans, trying to give as many hugs and high fives as possible.
She even managed to take a few selfies for lucky fans and grabbed one phone to take a big group photo.
"We gotta go, Jen! We're a little late," Diana warned.
After getting inside the van, the loud screaming for her continued.
"Sooooo many ARMY! Oh my gosh, it warmed my heart! After seeing them, I'm not even nervous anymore," she beamed.
Fans tweet:
'The way she stopped to say hi to ARMY although she had to rush to get inside the van!'
'I got hugged by Jennie! IM SOBBING!'
'SHE ATE AND LICKED THE PLATE!'
'SHE'S HERE! SHE'S ATTENDING THIS YEAR!'
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When finally arriving at the Met Gala, she took in another deep breath, meeting with Emma Chamberlain in the back, who she was excited to see. Every time they met up, it was always a vibe.
Emma gasped at the sight of Jennie's outfit and went to hug her. "Jen! Hi~! We missed you last year! It's so good to see you back at the Met Gala!"
"Hi~! Thank you! I've been anticipating seeing you! I love being interviewed by you," she beamed as she held her own Vogue microphone.
"Aw, thank you!"
"Thank you! You always know the best things to say. Speaking with you is always a joy. I'm happy to be back here. I'm pumped, I'm ready,"
"You look amazing!"
"YOU look amazing! Look at this! The hair? The makeup!? The dress is giving. I gotta give you a 10 out of 10. Just wow,"
The two girls giggled as they continued to compliment each other.
"How has your day been? Was it hectic getting ready? Tell me about it,"
"It went smoothly! I visited Jennie Kim, that's my girl, right there. J & J forever! I can't wait to see her inside. She looked stunning in her blue dress. She truly is the best. And I went to visit Stray Kids! I love those boys. I'm so happy they got invited this year, they look amazing and I'm very proud of them. I also gave food and water to fans waiting outside The Mark. I just love ARMY so much, their support is undeniable and I'm forever grateful,"
"I heard a lot of buzz about you telling staff to give food and water to fans outside. That was very sweet of you,"
"Yeah! I'm like, they're standing out there for hours, let me make sure they're hydrated and stuff, you know? I just feel a lot of good energy today. I saw a lot of ARMY, they truly gave me a lot of strength while being here. I'm very excited to walk the carpet and show off my look,"
After discussing what she was wearing, Sebastian Stan, who was walking in the background, noticed her and politely placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn around.
"Oh my gosh~! Hi!" Jennie quickly embraced him.
"Oh! Marvel co-stars reuniting!" Emma announced with a smile. "We got Sebastian Stan!"
"I'm sorry to interrupt, you look gorgeous," he said. "I love the fit,"
"Thanks so much! It was good to run into you! I'll see you inside!"
After her interview with Emma, Jennie finally made her entrance to the Met Gala. As soon as fans saw her appear, loud screaming was heard as she smiled and waved.
"Oh! And if you hear the pandemonium, you know that BTS' Jennie has arrived, making her return to The Met Gala. Absolutely stunning!" Ashley Graham announced as she stood next to Gwendoline Christie.
Catching a glimpse of some silly signs fans were holding up, including a big sign of her face, Jennie ended up laughing, pointing it out. As she walked to the steps, she posed confidently at every angle as photographers shouted her name so she could look in their direction.
Glancing at her designer who gave her the cue, she pressed a button on her dress. Suddenly, her wings expanded and began to move slightly on their own, surprising the audience. The cheering increased in volume as she grinned and posed again with the wings.
After she was told to continue moving forward, she began walking up the steps, going straight to Lala Anthony to embrace her.
"Mrs. Jennie Jeon, look at you! It's great to see you, again!"
"Lala! You're gonna fluster me," she giggled as her heart fluttered at the last name.
"We love seeing you glow! Married life looks beautiful on you,"
"Thank you and thanks for having me! It's great to see you!"
"Now, first of all, this dress! The wings! They're literally moving! What was the vision for this? This is everything!"
"Thank you! This took a long time to make, especially with the wings. It's a little heavy but I'm doing well keeping myself composed. I wanted a little bit of BTS with me for this look. No matter the distance of where my boys are, they are always with me. So, while being on theme I also wanted to incorporate a butterfly. Hence, the wings. We have a song, Butterfly. I highly recommend people to listen to it. It's beautiful,"
As they continued to talk, Lala asked her about how married life was going.
Jennie grinned at the question as her mind went to Jungkook. "I love it. I am still patiently waiting for him to return home. 2025 will be here before we know it,"
"All the boys are still enlisted, yes?"
"Yeah, I'm counting down the days! Jin is getting discharged next month!" she said excitedly. "I miss him. I miss all of them. Time really flew so I'm excited to be able to give him a big hug when he comes back home,"
"We can't wait, either. I know ARMY is very excited,"
"Oh yeah, it's gonna be a movie!"
"Okay, so last month you were at Wrestlemania and now you're at the Met Gala. You're all over the place, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm basically doing side quests, right now. It's pretty fun!" she giggled.
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Later on in the evening, those on Weverse suddenly got a notification:
[BTS Weverse] JK created a new post! : Wow!! Proud to call you my lady!
Along with heart eyed emojis and photos of her at the Met Gala.
Fans immediately rushed in to respond about it, gushing over the cute post:
'Omfg he posted!'
'Best husband!'
'Mum and Dad!'
'Husband of the year!'
'If he's not like Jungkook then I don't want it!'
'Jungkook is the cutest husband ever!'
'Showing love while he's enlisted!'
'The standard!!'
'I know he misses her BAD.'
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I once again apologise to whoever asked for Cat Gem and,,, goat,, Pearl?,,,,, i swear I will finish it at some point I’m just in the midst of a college project and a big commission I got
(they want me to draw 7 people?? I don’t even care if it’s chibi’s instead of normal full body 7 characters interacting in a singular art piece is gonna be a nightmare I’m not even doing it for full price because it’s a friend of my sisters and I’m just hnghhhhhhhh if this was a random person I’d be making them pay at least €100 but no I’m probably not even gonna charge more then €30 fuck me)
#also this may seem random but it’s also just really fucking cold#it’s hard to think about doing digital art when my hands are so cold even typing on my iPad kinda hurts lol#my apartment heating is… so bad#I need to bring more blankets here#and get more jackets and hoodies#I come back after school throw 6 layers of blankets on the bed and turn my radiator full blast#I’m tempted to take extra showers just because of the hot water#hnnghhhh#sorry for the rant#I just#how to be productive in these trying times /j#gonna start wearing gloves indoors#but hey com money means I have more money to spend on sol#lmaoooo#funniest thing with my income from art is that it goes straight back into buying coms from other artists
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i find it funny to imagine crowley and aziraphale living through the rise of capitalism and being absolutely baffled by it, like not to idealize pre-capitalism life more than we should but imagine aziraphale going "crowley... you won't believe what they're doing about the borders of nation-states now..." and crowley like "oh angel i just got a commendation for that and i don't even understand how it works"
#this is especially funny because like any text good omens makes some assumptions that are a product of its time and authors#but if you try to ignore that and see how it would “actually” play out... imagine these two suddenly horrified that they're “white” now#the humans have invented whiteness and they're somehow in it#possibly my most niche headcanon but it makes me laugh#good omens#aziraphale#anthony j crowley
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Productions of Hamlet where Hamlet downs Horatio’s poisoned wine himself, my beloved. Drinking the poison meant for your best friend to save their life must have felt so intimate…
#bonus points if horatio realises how decisive hamlet is being and just watches him do it with a very broken-hearted look on his face#i prefer that to the struggling and very visibly sobbing horatio. he’s more suited for silent tears. to me.#the rational stoic guy breaks down on the inside and you can see it#ALRIGHT ILL CONFESS that’s just my fav production of hamlet#it’s a musical and it’s in japanese so i don’t think the shakespeare girlies know about it but one day ill write up a post#and in that post ill be so obsessed with it. as i constantly am.#hamlet#also hamlet drinking the poisoned wine also means to me that he gets to kill himself even if he’s going to die from the poisoned blade first#and that makes him as many times killed as claudius. i haven’t thought deep enough about this part#on the other hand it also enables him to die for the purpose of saving someone instead of the purpose of avenging the already dead#(if someone’s trying to produce hamlet with the main message being it’s better to die to save someone than to die for revenge#this would be the chance)#(although why on earth would you want to undermine hamlet’s grief… don’t make his entire story pointless c’mon#if anyone has a better way to fit this point into the story than i do pls tell me)#the amount of times i think about the final scene of hamlet is just the amount of times normal teenage girls do the ending of r&j i guess#also look at this bitch describing what happens in hamlet like it's a real historical event
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pairing: logan sargeant x piastri!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au, break up, brother's best friend/childhood friends to lovers
warnings: trigger warning many max verstappen mentions unfortunately /j
summary: in which they are pulled together following a particularly messy crash during the last race of the season and an even messier break up
a/n: i got this plot as a request and i love it ahhh i linked the request below!!! hope u guys enjoy i lowkey luv writing logan fanfic especially when max loses something 😆
request!!!: max is getting too cocky and dangerous on the track and he knows you disagree with his antics which causes tension between you, he continues his dangerous streak even though he’s just had the pit lane rules changed for abu dhabi and ends up crashing into logan during fp2, you’ve had enough of max putting himself and others in danger whilst he’s on an ego trip and rush to check on logan after he’s been taken safely from his car and end up going to the hospital with him (you’re childhood friends because he did karting and f3 with your brother), you leave max that night and end up spending more time with logan as he recovers, the summer is spent exploring your new relationship and you go public when you’re spotted in his paddock in 2024, max is humiliated beaten by the worst driver on the grid in his opinion, he’s finally humbled, you could also maybe have logan doing better as he’s had an opportunity to be involved with the cars development, and he even gets a couple podiums in his sophomore year :)
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— MIKE SCHMIDT NSFW ALPHABET
— a/n - like everyone else the josh hutcherson renaissance got me too and i’ve been obsessed with him and this was a product of that, hope you enjoy!
— warning(s) - 18+ mdni, somewhat implied afab!reader, not proofread
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
doesn’t know much about aftercare at the beginning of your relationship but a few months in you’ve figured out what works best for the both of you which is usually a warm washcloth some water and a sometimes a nice bath if you’re both up for it but if not cuddles it is
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his arms and hands would probably be his favorite (because he knows how much you like them) and his favorite body part of yours would probably be your eyes
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he’s gotten off multiple times just by pleasuring you, it could be him going down on you or fingering you or something else it doesn’t matter just making you feel good makes him feel good
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
has gotten turned on by the way that you take care of him so well, he’s always busy taking care of abby but who's there to take care of him?
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he wasn’t a virgin when the two of you got together but he also wasn’t the most experienced. sure he’d fucked around some but he was always too busy
F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)
anything where he can see your face clearly so he can see how good he can make you feel and so that he can kiss you easier
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he doesn’t try to be goofy but in the beginning he was more often than not
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
not super groomed but not incredibly messy either, again something you helped him figure out because it was something he didn’t care about before you
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
so sweet and giving and loving. he’s always making sure you’re alright, makes sure you remember the safe word you put in place before anything really starts, checks on you throughout the entire thing no matter what
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
used to jack off because it was all he had the time for until he met you and there still isn't always a lot of time for anything more but you have no issue helping him out
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
mommy kink, spit (giving or receiving but mostly receiving), praise (giving and receiving)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
his room or the shower mostly because of the privacy it gives you but he’s brought you to the pizzeria once of twice for some fun
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
genuinely everything about you gets him going it’s so easy to rile him up
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
nothing too dark, no bodily fluids (minus spit and cum)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
loves giving but loves receiving more
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
really depends. sometimes it’s fast and needy and messy other times it’s soft and slow and incredibly intimate
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
loves taking his time but quickies are all you two have time for more often than not, whether it be in the mornings in bed before you get up for the day or right before a date night that rare time vanessa is able to watch abby for a couple of hours
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yes and no. depending on what it is he’s hesitant because he’s nervous of hurting you
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
judging by how little he sleeps, probably 2, 3 if you're lucky. if you want more then you’ll have to wait a little while
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he owns a few but he rarely uses any on himself he much prefers using a vibrator on you
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
doesn’t hate being teased but loves to be the one doing the teasing
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
oh he’s so loud, he’s whiny and is always whimpering
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
this wouldn’t happen often but one time after he sees the way you look at her, he asks if you’d want to have a threesome with vanessa. the two of them would be so focused on you and little to nothing would actually happen between them because all their attention is on you but vanessa ended up in your bed a few more times after that
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he’s a bit above average but makes up for it in girth
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
so high after so long of just using his hand or a toy but it dies down a little bit after a few months
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
if it had been a particularly rough day he might fall asleep within the hour but i can see him still taking a while to fall asleep
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It's Never Over (C. S.)
contains: 2nd person pov, angst, somewhat toxic relationship, verbal argument, relationship issues, kissing, smut (softdom!chris), overstimulation, angry/make up sex, unprotected sex, 3.4k words
a/n: hi friends. this is apart of the triple threat event sooo don't forget to go see my babies @luv4kozume and @rootbeerworshiper for two more fics for your smutty needs. j will be posting in one hour and sienna is an hour after that.
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Maybe we’re too young.
The thought bounces around your head uncontrollably as you watch Chris move silently through the kitchen from your perch on the counter. You haven’t been home long- maybe 10 minutes- but after the day you’ve had, the silence feels like a jab.
“So,” you start, raising your eyebrow as he pulls out a drink and leans against the counter across from you. “How do you think the pictures will turn out?”
He gives you a tired look, seemingly trying to gauge whether your question is a trap. “I actually really fucked with it. It’s a new look for us.”
You two had spent the entire day on the set of a photo and promo shoot for Fresh Love’s new line of products. He was right about it being a new look and he’d gone all out for the launch; the shoot had been completely 90s-themed to match the vibe of the products and he’d recruited some influencers to model.
Not that you were keeping track or anything, but the original idea had been yours and you’d put countless hours in helping him execute it. That isn’t to say you minded at all... at least not until today.
“I’m glad it’s exactly how you envisioned it.” You say, testing the waters unsure if you wanted to raise the issue again.
But Chris takes the bait and groans. “Don’t start.”
“I didn’t even say anything, Chris. But I just don’t understand why my input stops being taken seriously as soon as other people are around.”
“Did you ever stop and consider that maybe my photoshoot wasn’t the place for you to start a random ass argument?”
“I wasn’t trying to start one. And my bad, I didn’t realize you stopped being my boyfriend when you walked on a set.” Your eyes narrow as you stare him down, irritation at the situation resurfacing.
He sighs heavily, running a hand over his face. “I don’t but it’d be cool if my girlfriend supported me on days like this instead of adding more stress.”
Your eyes grow wide and you look around dramatically. “I’m sorry? Is that not all I do? Planning with you. Pitching ideas. Running around finding any little thing I can do to help? You wouldn’t even have the new product ideas without me.”
He throws his hands up in surrender, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “And I’m grateful, baby. You know I am. I’m not saying you’re not important to me. I’m saying it can’t always be about you.”
“Can it sometimes be about me?” You question, feeling like you’re losing your mind. “I would never have an entire photoshoot full of influencers and not even ask you to join. Do you know how embarrassing that was?”
“Oh my-” He laughs out harshly, turning away for a second and then turning back. “I knew that’s what this was about. The team wanted people with over a million, not me-”
“And who owns Fresh Love, Chris? Don’t act like you have no control.”
“I own it, but it’s not just me who runs it. How stupid would I be if I hired a marketing team and didn't fucking listen to them?” His voice raises slightly and he shakes his head, attempting to regain composure.
“Probably as stupid as I looked pulling up to the set and looking for hair and makeup. You should have told me.” With that you slide off of the counter, intending to let the argument die there and go to bed but he follows behind you.
“How are you mad at me because you assumed you were modeling? I never said that. I invited you to the set like I do every time because You. Are. My. Girlfriend.” He claps to emphasize his points and you spin to glare at him.
“I’m not just your girlfriend, Chris. I work hard on my content just like you.” You say defensively. The decision to even begin posting was his idea so you can’t believe how unsupported you feel.
“And I'm so proud of you. You know I am.” He says with sincerity, bringing a hand to his chest. “But you aren’t..." His sentence trails off and he gives you an uncomfortable look.
“What?” You challenge, knowing exactly where this is going. “Say it. Tell me how little I matter since I haven’t hit the right numbers yet.”
He rolls his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. “It’s business. And they asked for people with reach. What did you want me to do?”
“Fight for me, Chris. That’s what I expected you to do.” You turn and head over to your dresser, snatching out your favorite oversized t-shirt and changing quickly.
Chris leans against the door frame with his arms crossed, watching you intensely until you finally face him with a scowl. “Stop following me.”
“I just can’t believe this is how you want to end this night. Why can’t you celebrate this win with me?” He asks, annoyance coating his tone.
“Go celebrate with Brooke. You two looked comfy today.” You suggest as you pass him to head into the bathroom.
Behind you, he barks out a laugh of disbelief before whispering something under his breath. You don’t even bother asking him to speak up, grabbing your makeup remover instead.
“So what’s that supposed to mean, huh? You're gonna start throwing accusations at me now?” He sounds absolutely over the conversation but won’t walk away to cool off. It’s a flaw you have in common.
“Just saying Addison has twice the followers as her but somehow you put her centerstage. I mean, I thought this was a numbers game.” You say, refusing to look over at him as you lather your face wash.
If you’re being completely honest, it’s not like you actually believe Chris would ever cheat on you. One thing Chris has always been is loyal to a fault. But right now you're itching for a reaction. No matter how you have to get it.
“You have to be fucking kidding.” He says, reacting exactly like you expected him to. “When the fuck would I be cheating on you?”
“How am I supposed to know? People make time for what’s important to them.” You say, letting your voice take on a nonchalant tone as you pat your face dry.
“That’s so fucking stupid and you know it. Look, I’m sorry you’re not where you want to be in your career but don’t take it out on me.” He grinds out, his voice thick with distaste.
You spin to face him, your eyebrows high. There it is. At least he finally said it. “Wow, Chris. Tell me how you really feel.”
“Y/N.” He says, rubbing his eyes roughly. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Do you think I could buy a shoutout, Mr. Six Mill? Only if you have time, of course.” You drawl, pressing your hands together into a begging gesture.
“Tell me what you want to hear, baby. Tell me what I need to say to end this conversation.” He says, stepping toward you but you take a step back instead, leaning against the sink.
“How about an apology? How about recognizing that I worked hard on this launch too and deserved to be a part of it? Anything except this condescending bullshit.”
He drops to his knees dramatically, looking up at you with a faux pleading look on his face. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. Please forgive me.”
You shake your head and curl your lip up in disgust. “Yeah. ‘Cause everything’s a joke, right?”
Chris blows out a huff of irritation and stands up, reaching out to wrap his arms around you and spinning you around to face the mirror. He presses himself into your back and meets your eye in the reflection as he runs his hands up and down your body. “Aren’t you tired of arguing yet?”
Your gaze drops to his hands, watching as he slowly and methodically slides up your oversized t-shirt and rubs teasingly at your inner thighs.
"You know I love you." He whispers, his grip tightening as he trails higher, grazing your heat before dipping his hands back down.
“Do you?” You question childishly, heat flooding your body as his hands travel your skin. He leans in close, the cool breath of his words sending a shiver down your spine. “Let me prove how much.”
Part of you wants to snatch away from him and refuse to reward his arrogance. But there is something so erotic about the way his eyes stay locked on yours as he moves in closer to where you need him most. Without your permission your body melts into his, the muscle memory from every other time he’s made you feel this way activating naturally.
You turn your head to look at him full-on instead of the reflection, the slight flush on his face from the arguing turning you on even more. “Nah. Prove how much you need me.”
If Chris is at all surprised by your demand, he doesn’t show it. He just walks you closer to the sink and spins you around by the waist to face him. His blue eyes are so coated with lust and frustration they seem almost brown under the harsh bathroom lighting.
He lifts you onto the counter, pausing only for the barest of seconds before crashing his lips against yours. The sudden movement pushes the back of your head into the mirror but you barely feel it over the heat and pressure of his kiss.
His hand travels under your shirt, his fingertips grazing your nipple with a frustratingly delicate touch that has you groaning into his mouth. You pull away, drawing a shudder out of him when you lightly nip his bottom lip as you do.
“Stop wasting my time.” You demand, your hands fiddling with the bottom of his shirt in a hint for him to take it off.
He does with a roll of his eyes before he comes back, placing a firm hand on the back of your neck and bringing you closer. “You can drop the attitude now. You know you want this just as much as I do.”
Pain flashes through you again briefly as you consider the possibility that this is the only thing you two will ever agree on wanting but you push it down and lean in to run a tongue over his collarbone. “Shut up and prove it like you said you would.”
A smirk grows across his face before he nods and kneels down slowly, pushing open your legs and roughly snatching off your thin underwear. Pushing your legs open wider, he buries his face in your inner thighs and peppers lingering kisses on them as he trails closer to your heat.
When he finally reaches it, it’s clear he’s not done taking his time as he runs his tongue through your folds purposefully avoiding where you want him most. You push at his shoulders in annoyance and he chuckles darkly, only making your wetness grow despite yourself.
The first kiss he places on your clit is slow and shallow before he leans back to find your eyes. “I always forget how fucking pretty you are.” He says as he smooths a thumb over you before diving back in with a new urgency.
There’s reverence in the way his tongue circles your clit, the movements somehow both precise and desperate. Before you even realize what you’re doing, you find yourself grinding your hips up to chase your pleasure, pathetic whimpers falling from your lips.
You don’t need to glance down to feel his eyes on you, baby blue and laser-focused as he peers up to gauge your reaction, alternating expertly between sucking and flicking his tongue. But instead of giving him the reaction he wants, you press your fist into your mouth and work to keep your face a mask. You’re determined to grant him as little praise as possible, leftover anger spurring on your pettiness.
Smiling against your core at the challenge, he readjusts his hold on you, slinging one of your legs lazily onto his shoulder before locking his arms around your thighs to keep you still. He pulls fully away and you finally snap your eyes to his, a protest on the tip of your tongue.
“I can do this all night and still make sure you never come. Stop playing with me.” His voice is like velvet as he warns you, not even pausing for your response before he buries himself back in. He taps your leg, signaling for you to hold it before he readjusts to add his fingers, swirling them around teasingly before pumping them inside to stretch you out.
All of your pride flies out the window as he fucks into you with his fingers, finding your g spot easily and caressing it. Flinging your head from side to side and calling his name wildly, you feel a familiar pressure building inside of you. “Please, Chris.” You beg as you tangle your hands into his hair.
His pace only increases when he realizes you are close, his moans against your clit sending vibrations through your body and driving you even crazier. You tug his hair lightly as your body tightens and grind your hips against his fingers to ride out your orgasm.
Chris pauses and removes his fingers slowly before placing one last kiss on your throbbing heat. He comes up with his breathing unsteady and a look of pure triumph on his face as he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
Your legs are still trembling slightly as you slide off of the counter and pull his face down to yours. This kiss feels different, like coming home, and you can tell he feels the same. He kisses you back like he loves you like the taste of you is air and he’s suffocating.
It’s been a while since you two were desperate enough to leave marks on each other’s skin but he does tonight. And you let him without a single thought to the effort of covering them up, too focused on his tongue working over the sweet spots of your neck.
You reach down fumbling with his belt impatiently as your breathing goes ragged, and free his hardened length, stroking it slowly.
His lips freeze on your throat as he thrusts into your hand before he yanks away and spins you back around, pressing his palm into your back and kicking your feet apart to give him access.
You feel his tip nudge against your entrance, slipping down further to tease your clit briefly, your only warning before he slides inside of you. A cry tears out of you as he rolls his hips into yours, bottoming out.
You’re still soaked from your orgasm but as he stretches you out around him, you feel yourself coat him even more and he groans. “My pretty girl. Best fucking feeling in the world.” He pushes your shirt further up your back, his fingertips trailing your spine lightly as he continues to thrust into you.
Squirming with a need for him to go faster, you push your hips up to meet his, forcing him deeper and making you both curse. He takes the hint, wrapping his hand tightly around your shirt for leverage before setting a brutal rough pace.
Your vision starts to blur so you close them as you try to hold on to the counter for stability. With your eyes squeezed tightly closed, it’s almost easy to pretend the tears swelling up are from the intensity of the moment and not from everything that came before.
Because it’s nothing if not intense, your stomach pressing into the sink as he slams inside of you roughly. His free hand grips the counter so hard his knuckles turn white and he keeps up his insane pace. His name slips from your mouth as a moan, seeming to spur him on as he increases his tempo even more.
“That’s right, baby. What’s my name?” The sound of his voice barely breaks through your fucked out trance and you lift your head to see him through the mirror.
The sight of him almost pushes you right over the edge immediately and you watch him in a sort of fascination. The way his muscles strain with his movement, his slightly open mouth before he bites down on his bottom lip. But it’s the wink he throws you when he notices you watching that has you contracting around him for the second time tonight.
This orgasm tears through you like a wave and you lose all control as Chris fucks you through it, never missing a stroke. If you had it in you to be embarrassed right now, you would be mortified at the things you say at this moment. Making promises, calling him names you never thought you’d utter, telling him exactly who you belong to.
When you come down, Chris’ pace slows and he pulls you up to face him. He watches you tenderly before he lifts the shirt from over your head and kisses you deeply.
He leads you to your bedroom and lays you down at the center of the bed, climbing on top of you slowly.
He enters you again with a gasp and you bring your mouth up to his to swallow it, his hand traveling up to lightly circle your neck. You moan in contentment and he makes a sound of approval from the back of his throat as he begins to thrust.
His strokes are slow and as deep as he can make them, his hands roaming your body as his tongue explores your mouth. There’s emotion laced in every snap of his hip and you know him well enough to understand every message. I love you. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.
Pleasure coils around you as his thumb finds your clit and circles it, coaxing you closer to the finish line as he drops his head near your ear. His hips stuttering tell you he’s close and you bring your mouth up to his ear to whisper. “Come for me.”
He groans loudly in response, fighting not to lose control yet. “You first.”
“I already did!”
“I don’t care. Give me one more.”
At his words, he pulls himself up and angles himself deeper, finding your g spot and plowing into it mercilessly. You drag your nails down his back, yours arching up off the bed. “Chris, I can’t.”
He shushes you softly, his lips claiming yours again as he continues to push into you. Ultimately it’s his muffled moan of “fuck” against your mouth that sends you over the edge, your face screwed up from an erotic mix of ecstasy and exhaustion.
You know you can’t take much more but Chris follows right behind you, dropping his head on your shoulder and moaning your name into it.
You lay there breathing heavily, skin to skin, for a while before you tap his back and he slides out of you. Awkwardness settles between you, so thick you’re not sure what to do with it so you stand wordlessly and head for a shower.
Your thoughts race as you scrub the remnants of him off your skin. The words you threw back and forth play on repeat in your brain as you wonder how to fix what’s between you before it’s too late.
The bathroom door opens and you watch through the streamy glass as Chris settles on the counter. The same counter he had you bent over not long ago.
You step out of the shower and grab your robe, all the while avoiding his eye contact. This is the part you hate the most. The part that never ends. Because neither of you knows how to force it to end.
He clears his throat, gesturing for you to come to him when you finally meet his eyes. Once you are standing between his legs, he pushes your wet hair out of your face gently as he studies your face. “You know how much you mean to me, don’t you?”
The nod you give is reluctant and slow. It’s never been a question of if Chris loves you. Just a question of whether he appreciates you.
But he continues this time, his eyes holding a fierce sort of intensity. “I’d give this all up for us if I had to. My whole platform if it means I can wake up next to you.”
Your breath hitches at this and you feel the tears threatening to fall so you bury your face in his shoulder, letting him pull your body into his.
And you hope. Hope that his words are more than just words. Hope that you’re not too young to keep each other from slipping between your fingers.
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I’m so sorry if you’ve already answered this somewhere, but how do you design your characters?
I’ve been trying to make an OC from the prohibition era and it turns out there’s basically nothing to work with for men’s outfits, so I’m curious how you made this many that look unique and fitting to the characters
There is so much to work with, though!
You will tend to find more of a focus on variety in women's fashion, but there is still quite a lot of menswear to ogle too.
I suppose it's just a matter of searching out ideas and inspiration in the rights corners. Here are a few suggestions:
Old Clothing Catalogues -
Collections from Sears-Roebuck and other popular clothing retailers are pretty easy to find compiled into relatively inexpensive books, or just floating online.
A fair bit of it is in the public domain now.
--Here's an entire 1922 catalogue of stuff to flip through.
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Contemporary Artwork -
Some phenomenal illustrators were working in this field amidst the "Golden Age of Illustration" and featured prominently on the covers of magazines and on the ads inside. There was a lot of emphasis on fashion.
Collier's and The Saturday Evening Post are a couple of the more prominent and easily searchable resources. The costuming on the cover art always has a lot of personality.
There's Rockwell, of course, and it's almost impossible to go wrong with J. C. Leyendecker. He's probably best known for his Arrow Collar ad art, but even his sock ads are like…
There were numerous other amazing and influential illustrators working at the time too. Here's a list of some of them.
Here's a bonus Henry Raleigh featuring some of his fabulously-dressed people.
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Blogs and Articles -
There are so many of them!
If you want historical accuracy, be wary of write-ups pulling all of their references from film and television. There's nothing wrong with using those for inspiration if you aren't too concerned with historicity, but there are some pretty comprehensive and well-researched things out there with more of an eye on actual fashion history too:
--Gentleman's Gazette - What Men Really Wore in the 1920s
--The Fashionisto - 1920s Men's Fashion
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Digital Collections -
There are numerous digital historic image collections stemming from universities, museums, libraries, and the government that are free to peruse too.
--The Metropolitan Museum has a searchable catalog of exhibits that includes fashion and photos
--Here's some things from the New York Public Library
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Photos at Large -
If you aren't sure where to start, image searching for any of Hollywood's early celebrities will typically turn up a bevy of production stills and promotional photography featuring a variety of fashions.
Here's a random Getty images search for Harold Lloyd. A lot of standard 3 piece suits, but a lot of stuff with added character too.
Photography was generally quite accessible by the 1920s, though, and you can find a lot of authentic photos of people from all walks of life, out in the wild wearing all sorts of clothes.
This is by no means the limit to the resources available, but hopefully it'll provide some leaping-off points for designing looks for your characters!
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second | j. sc
boyfriend!sungchan x fem reader | 3.4k words
second base - petting above the waist, including touching, feeling, and fondling the chest, breasts, and nipples.
contains: barely public car shenanigans, touching above the waist, fluff, smut
base series: first | second | third | homerun
you and your boyfriend are in the front seat of his car when you two should be seating in the theater. you had plans to see a new movie. the barcode sitting on his phone that should’ve been scanned fifteen minutes ago.
instead of watching a movie and eating popcorn, you two made the executive decision to eat eachother’s faces in the leaned back driver’s seat of sungchan’s car. you two are lucky you’re in the back of an abandoned parking lot, away from anyone who could possibly see what you two are doing. you didn’t have a chance to even make it to the theater, ruining the “date day” sungchan had intricately planned out for you. it was a surprise, sungchan first saying you two were going to the store. you should’ve suspected more when he told you to dress nice and to be fully prepared for a “day of errands”.
the date had started out at a pottery painting place. you remember in the back of your mind showing sungchan a tiktok of cute date ideas, something randomly popping up on your for you page. you had no idea he had paid attention much less booked you two an appointment to paint ceramics. you were surprised that he remembered something you showed him so long ago that even you had forgotten. you learned that although sungchan was talented with his hands, painting was not his calling. you learned that hands learned to hold a hockey stick didn’t transfer to holding a paint brush. you can’t say sungchan didn’t try his best. the idea was cute and well thought out, it was just that towards the end something along the way was lost. the finished product was allegedly supposed to be you two holding hands on a grassy field. you did everything in your power to hold back a laugh when he showed you the finished product.
“babe don’t laugh at me.” sungchan said pouting. you were two stick figures with gigantic hands. “it’s because i’m emphasizing that we are holding hands!”
when it was done you left it with the pottery staff so they could glaze the finished product. it would be awhile until they were taken home so you took a picture of your finished products. you thought the day was over, getting ready to go home. sungchan wasn’t done with you just yet. you were confused once again when sungchan parked in front of a cafe you’d never seen before. you guys went to lunch at the cafe that also had boardgames. the food was alright, and the games were okay, but the pictures that sungchan took of you was the highlight.
“you know how much i love taking pictures of you, babe.” sungchan said. it was funny seeing him take photos of you. he would contort his comically large body however he could to get the perfect angle of you. sungchan called you his muse, yelling compliments from behind his phone camera that made you blush. it was a nice change of pace too, since you were usually the one taking pictures of others. you always thought you were awkward in front of the camera, which is why you preferred to be behind it. but sungchan took the time to coax you out of your shell by showing you pose ideas and always complimenting you no matter how the photos turned out.
after the impromptu photo session you were spent. you knew your boyfriend knew you well when he took you to the park. he carried the blankets while you looked for the perfect tree with shade underneath it.
you two were camped under the trees, people watching and listening to music that reminded you of one another. sungchan laid on your stomach while you played with his hair. it was a position that you guys always found yourselves slipping into when together.
“this song reminds me of you.” sungchan said, turning up the volume on his phone. it was a cute song, one about being young and in love.
you added the song to your secret playlist, the one you had been compiling since you first met. songs that you were afraid to show him at first, songs you think he’d like, songs you liked. it had a little bit of everything and you had the plan to show it to him on some sort of anniversary. while you were playing with his hair, you wondered what brought this all on. sungchan planned dates of course, but something in the air felt different.
“is there a reason for all of this?” you ask sungchan. he looks up from your stomach to smile at you.
“just as a celebration.” sungchan says. he looks up through the leaves of the trees filtering harsh sunlight. some of the light filters through, showing a beautiful highlight on your face. sungchan was tempted to take a photo of you but instead he opted to save the mental image of you being bathed in sunlight.
“celebration of what?” you ask. some hair from his bangs had fallen into his eye so you move it out the way.
“hockey season is over now so i just wanted to show you that we can still spend time together.” sungchan says happily.
you smile while continuing to play with his hair. you would be lying if you didn’t have your hesitations for the season ending. you and sungchan had spent nearly every single dat of the season together as the teams’ photographer. now that it was over you thought you two would drift apart or even break up now that close proximity was no longer an option.
“i appreciate that. but i think you might be stuck with me now.” you say. sungchan smiles at you and continues to watch people around the park.
you guys stay at the park for a majority of the day. sungchan eventually ends up joining a game of volleyball as you watch from the shade of the tree. you would’ve loved to join but you didn’t want to think about sweating in your nice outfit. you also wanted to be fully seated for the show sungchan was about to give you.
your boyfriend took it upon himself to play for the both of you. sungchan was jumping, hitting, and passing with ease. you wanted to remind him that it was an innocent game of pickup volleyball. you thought it would be useless to mention it when he took off his shirt and rolled his jeans up to his knees to give him more mobility. you laughed at how much effort he was putting into the game. during breaks or in between plays sungchan would face to where you were sitting and make a show of flexing his muscles and posing for you. each time you cheered loudly like a fangirl, making sure everyone playing heard you.
when the game was done sungchan had worked up a sweat, to the point that you both had to go back to his place so he could shower. you sat on his bed, expecting for your day to be done. you couldn’t help but be excited at the fact that you two were conveniently at his place while his parents weren’t here. you had gotten comfortable on his bed and even found on of his shirts that you could wear to sleep. you were searching through netflix looking for the perfect movie to be background noise when sungchan came out dressed in a casual outfit. you had expected to see him in his pajamas or sweats, something that would make him ready for bed. sungchan revealed the final part of your date. it was a double date, with anton and yunjin at the movie theater.
sungchan drove you both around town for a while, not sure what to do while waiting for the movie. sungchan had made the mistake of getting movie times mixed up, so now you two had thirty minutes to spare before having to be there. the whole time while he was driving you had to fight hard to ignore his hand that was on your thigh. when sungchan parked in the back of the movie theater parking lot you tried your best to sound shocked.
“we are really far away from all the other cars.” you say innocently.
“we got some time before the movie starts,” sungchan says. he moves the seat backwards with the automatic button on the side and makes use of the extra room, spreading out his body and legs. “wanna come over here?”
sungchan helps you over the center console with ease and you are on his lap. you could never get used to the feeling of him underneath you. his athletic legs were like cushions underneath yours and his legs spreading made you extremely pliable. this position always makes you feel antsy in the best way. the way sungchan has to look up to you makes you feel like you are in charge but you both know his strength has you completely at his mercy.
before making a move to kiss your lips, sungchan plays with an earring hanging from your ear.
“sungchan,” he pulls away from your ear to look at you in your eyes. “i had alot of fun today.” you say.
he nods as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.
“but can we have a little bit more fun? before the movie starts?” you say, looking down at him.
sungchan is more than happy to pull you into a kiss. this one is different from the one you gave him. he wastes no time to tilt your head with his hand and drag his tongue along your lips. you open your mouth wider and you let him in. you can’t get enough of the feeling when he grips the back of your neck to get you you open your mouth a little wider. he’s having the time of your life kissing him, feeling him move under you and against you. when you pull away from sungchan and you see a string of spit connection your lips to his. sungchan holds onto your hips, massaging the skin in his hands.
“we are going to be late for the movie.” you say looking at your phone. the movie starts in twenty minutes.
“let’s go then.” sungchan says back. neither of you make a move. sungchan smirks, moving a hand going back to your neck.
“just five more minutes.” sungchan brings you in and you oblige, immediately catching his lip in your mouth. you suck on his bottom lip, the soft skin sweeter than any confections the theater can offer.
sungchans’ hands roam up and down your body, unsure of where to put them. this is when your position above him works perfectly. it gives you just enough sense of authority to make the move to his hand and put it over your breast.
you can instantly feel sungchan become distracted, his kisses had become delayed and his tongue freezes in your mouth. his legs that were making a game of spreading yours stop. you let him rest his big hand on your chest and use your hand over his to squeeze. sungchan took this as permission to kneed your breasts over your bra. you let out a sigh of relief when he brought his other hand to the other side to do the same thing.
“i thought you’d never do it.” you say. you lean back exposing as much of your chest as you can, giving him the entire expanse of your chest to roam.
“didn’t wanna move too fast baby.” sungchan says.
he has completely abandoned trying to kiss you, fully focused on making up for lost time with your breasts. even over a bra and blouse your skin felt soft and yielding underneath his hands. sungchan was slowly losing himself in between the valley of your mounds and he wanted to stay there. the movie was the furthest thing away from his mind.
“do you want to see them?” you ask quietly.
sungchan nodded like a idiot, afraid that if he said yes he would be confess that he had been thinking about your boobs like some hormonal teenager. he was ashamed to admit that he wondered if they would fit in the palm of his hands or be smaller, if your nipples were the same color as your lips, or if you played with them when you thought of him. he thought about your boobs the most when you were button up blouses like these, or on the days you’d go braless. when sungchan could see your hardened nipple through your shirts he always had to avert his eyes. he hoped you never noticed when he’d be staring at the shape of your boobs through your shirt. sungchan never wanted to pressure you to show him, but when make out sessions would get heated he wanted nothing more than to feel your chest the same way you were letting him feel them now.
you were slow and steady with each button. even though the pace was agonizing, sungchan used the time it took with each button to try and compose himself. he was liable to cum in his pants at the first look, and he absolutely had to focus on not embarrassing himself if he wanted to feel you up like he had been dreaming to. when you were halfway up, revealing the outer trim of your bra you put your hands down.
“wanna do the rest?” you asked, with a smile playing on your lips.
sungchan brings hands up to your blouse. they have a slight tremor to them and sungchan almost laughs at how ridiculous he’s being, how nervous he is for no reason. you must’ve seen his red cheeks because you put his hands over his reassuringly.
“don’t be embarrassed. i take it as a compliment.” you say.
you both work together to undo the remaining buttons. sungchan helps your arm out of your sleeves. when the blouse is finally off of you, you are the one who’s shy. as a reflex your arms come up to cover your bosom. before you can, sungchan thumbs the fabric of your blue lacy bra in his fingers.
“i think blue is my favorite color now.” sungchan said. you would’ve taken it as a joke but the way he stared at you made you think he wasn’t kidding. sungchan looked to you with wide eyes, like it was his first time ever seeing the color blue.
“do you want me to keep it on?” you ask. seeing sungchan so enamored by you gave you confidence.
“can i see all of you?” sungchan asked.
you nodded as he was reaching behind you for the clasps of your bra. it only took him two tries before he was able to undo the clasps. you let out a gasp when you could feel your bra loosen on your body. there was no going back as you let the straps fall forward off your shoulders.
sungchan thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. even his greatest imagination fell short of what he saw before him. he felt like a teenager seeing boobs for the first time. when you used your arms to bring them closer together he had to clear his throat to focus on something else. he looked at you looking at him and was extremely aware of the tent in his pants, and how close your thighs were to it.
“baby. can i touch them?” sungchan asked. he was pleading and desperate, as if you could ever say no to those eyes.
he was careful and attentive when he first put his hands on you. sungchan almost felt like he was tainting your pure beauty with his hands. did he even deserve to touch you? he didn’t think he was worthy to touch the supple skin, or to flick your hardening nipples. when you held him a little tighter sungchan was driven by the idea of making you feel good. when he experimentally pinched your nipples between his thumb and index finger you nodded your head vigorously.
“keep going.” you whispered. sungchan started pinching a little hasher and you let out a new sound sungchan hadn’t heard you make before.
“does this hurt?” sungchan asked worried. he rolled both your nipples in his fingers, feeling the buds get harder and harder.
“it hurts in a good way,” you laugh. you seem to be getting carried away on your own, moving your hips slightly on sungchan’s lap. “take off your shirt.”
sungchan is upset he has to pull away from your chest to expose his. sungchans’ shirt is off in a second, thrown the backseat unlike yours that was neatly placed in the passenger side. sungchan flexes for your enjoyment and your hands go to his chest slowly. you do the same pinching motion he did to you and sungchan is shocked at the new sensation.
“wow you were right.” sungchan says. the pain is there, but it’s a type of pain that gives him a little bit of excitement. it’s the type of pain that has him reaching for your chest a little more aggressively, kneading the fleshy parts a little harder.
you arch your back towards sungchan’s face, straining into his hands. you close your eyes as he gets more into feeling your chest. sungchan has his hands full of you now.
“sungchan,” you moan. sungchan looks at you instantly. “can you suck on it?” you ask a little louder than you meant to.
you think you may explode from the heat you feel everywhere. the car feels like it’s crackling with electricity, like a bolt of lightening is about to touchdown right beside your car. sungchan’s cold tongue on your nipple cools you down, and you lean so far back lay on the horn of his car. the blaring sound doesn’t stop as he sucks on you, and it fails to drown out your moans that fill the car. sungchan has to sit up and use his free arm to pull you into him and off his horn. it isn’t until he adds the pinching motion to your free nipple that your digging your nails into his back.
sungchan doesn’t stop, looking at you react to his every move. he wants to tell you that you’re addicting and the softest thing he’s ever touched, but all he can do is nod and bring his mouth to your other nipple when you say you’re close. you finish when he nips a little bit, adding a new wave of pleasure coated in pain. you ride out the wave on his lap, amazed that you are having an orgasm without any stimulation in your pants.
when you finally pull your hands off of sungchan you can see crescent moon shapes from the impression your nails left. you can barely mumble out a sorry as you slump against him, chest to chest. you are so sensitive and out of it that you almost don’t notice the wet spot where sungchan finished in his pants.
“that’s never happened to me before.” sungchan pants into your hair. it’s relieving that he’s just as shocked as you are.
you both stay in the drivers seat of his car trying to regain composure. when sungchan finally pulls back he lets his body rest on the back of his seat. you don’t know he means to but his bare chest and new exposed view of his neck already has your body winding up for more. you look at sungchans’ arms as he reaches to the passenger seat for your clothes. he slowly helps you back into your bra, letting you lay against his chest so he can peer over your shoulder to make sure he clasps it correctly. it isn’t until he buttons your blouse up and smoothes out your hair that he reaches to the backseat to put on his own shirt. you feel at ease even in the stuffiness of his car, so at ease that you almost fall asleep until you jerk up from sungchans’ chest. you see your phone light up with a text notification and several missed calls from yunjin.
“we are definitely going to miss the movie.” sungchan says while leaning the seat even further back.
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Domestic Simon Riley? 👀 -🪴
[With you] [Simon 'Ghost' Riley domestic headcanons]
(Romantic Ghost x Reader)
Summary: Simon is your disconcerning boyfriend, to most people it seems as if he'd be incapable of gentle touches and affection, you know better though.
More info: You're apart of 141, no one knows you two are dating, you are younger than him and are shorter than him in this.
Warnings: usage of the word Girl once but it is more geared towards fem! (This is so fucking self indulgent im sorry) possibly ooc for Ghost (idc tbh) , do these even count as domestic? Idk ive never dated someone, nothing else that I know of but do let me know if there is anything that needs to be tagged!
Ghost is so painfully subtle in public with the way he treats you, he'll never outwardly do anything romantic but his actions and how he looks at you while he does it makes people pause.
In your own quarters or homes though, its different.
He's extremely attentive to you, your wants, your needs, your dislikes, he knows it all, he classifies it as important as missions. Simon didn't have a good father growing up, he didn't get to see what a good husband was supposed to be like, he's learning from the bottom up and he takes it seriously.
You'll never have to ask him to make breakfast, he's always up before you and has it cooked on the table with your drink.
Knows exactly when it's the time you wake up, and if he's able he'll go wake you up personally, brushing your hair out of your face and gently running his fingers through to detangle it from your sleeping.
Despite how cute you are sleeping in just his large hoodie, he won't let you sleep in, y'all got stuff to do.
He'll pick you up and bring you down to the table, pressing a kiss to your temple, if that doesn't wake you up (you usually will look up for a real kiss), he isn't afraid to grab your face in one hand and just, smoosh your face, he knows you hate it but it's gonna wake you up bc you're trying to slap his hand away.
He sits across from you, but reaches out one arm across the table with his palm facing up so you can grab it whenever, he likes it when you play with his hands.
Don't get me started on Simon and washing dishes, he always takes over washing duty and let's you dry ‘em. But every other time, he's gonna let his hands stay wet and will tell you to “think fast” and flick water over you (if you truly hate it, he'll stop though)
you know that saying of peeling oranges? He's the biggest proof that there is somewhere out there that will do it for you without question. Doesn't matter what it is, if you don't prefer driving, he has no complaints about driving you everywhere, if you don't like washing your hair? Just tell him what products and what order you use them in, just sit there and relax.
If you wear makeup and you're too tired to take it off yourself, he'll do it for you and it makes me emotional.
In your shared bathroom, he sets you on top the counter and uses one hand to gently grab your chin, taking the remover and firmly rubbing off your eyeshadow/eyeliner/blush/etc, afterwards he'll murmer a “that's my girl.” (He loves you with or without makeup, but he loves you for you, doesn't matter which you choose to do that day or any day)
He covers the corners of the meeting tables when you bend down to grab at the pen you dropped, it's just second nature for him to protect you from hurting yourself. He's yanked you from the street, picked you up just with one arm to make sure you don't walk into something gross on the street, gotten in front of strangers who try and get in your face for something. His body completely covers your own, and he always has weapons on his person, he isn't afraid to resort to maiming someone for you, you're his number one priority.
Simon loves having you sleep on top of him, he finds the weight a good reminder that you're there, you're not going anywhere if you do, he'll notice right away. If you get up to go to the kitchen, he'll sleepily follow you and just stare at you for an uncomfortable amount of time til you realize he's there. He'll make fun of you too “You should know ‘m right here, what kind of soldier isn't aware-” “Simon, I'm literally in just a bra and boxers right now.”
He demands your attention, this is one he'll do on bass in front of others bc technically he can get a with it. You're next to a recruit he doesn't like? Suddenly there's papers on a recent mission he needs your signature on, or he needs you for special 141 training reasons (he wants you to come with him to the dining hall, he's hungry and he doesn't want to go alone)
Dude stands right up against your back, in every scenario. His chest is probably an inch away from your back. He's playfully called your shadow by Price and the rest of the guys.
He grabs your hips alot, usually just to rest his hands there, occasionally rubbing small circles into the flesh, humming.
Simon will try and subtly leave as well if you leave the room, he gives it 10 minutes before he makes his way out to find wherever you wandered off too
Price finds it fucking hilarious, he'll look down at his watch and mentally countdown to when Simon makes his escape. Simon can fool most people but not John, the way Ghost will tap his foot and roll his shoulders are tell tale signs that he's had enough of being there.
He'll dance if you want him to, though he simply sways with you in his arms, if you're of a specific culture, he'll try his best to learn it but no promises, while he is fast learner and perfects everything he does, he's a big man, he's not that graceful.
Without thinking if he sees you're cold, he's stripping off his jacket to give it to you, he doesn't ask, he just moves behind you to drape it over your shoulders.
He'll take off his mask with you, and let you trace the scars that litter his face, let you trace his features too, he's fallen asleep to you doing it and he doesn't know how much you cried silently when he did.
Simon practices new jokes on you, to get your opinion of them until he can tell the others, the louder you groan the better the joke is in his eyes.
Soap asks why you don't even react anymore and you just sigh. You are tired.
When he's especially annoyed and done with the day, he just shoves his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a death grip while he takes deep breaths, in the least weird possible, your scent and body so close to him helps him destress.
One thing he makes a huge point to do is to clean your guns for you, yes you should do it yourself but ever since y'all have gotten together, he's taken it upon himself.
He's scared, more scared than anything that something will go wrong when you're both not on the same mission, this is just a way he can ensure your gun will fire correctly and efficiently, that you can defend yourself when he isn't there.
Speaking of weapons, he gives you one of his personal knives for you to keep, he'll ask for it back only to sharpen it, everything has to stay in its best shape.
Likes when you drape yourself over him when he's sitting, alas he is just a man so he likes to feel your chest against his back.
Pulls you into his lap if you walk by, he'll let you get up if you truly want to but he'll position you to sit sideways and will rub your legs as he watches whatever is on the TV.
For anyone who has arthritis, Ghost will take the time to rub your ointments into your hands, he knows what weather makes then worse and keeps his own tube of it onhand so he's prepared.
He's always buying you things, he knows that it's not necessary but for him, it sees it as ‘if for some reason I fail at something else, at least I can provide this’ someone hug him he's fighting for his life.
Stocks up on every single essential you can ever need, your comfort food and snacks? Always on base and always at your flat, if you two are walking around the shoppes and he sees you eyeball anything, bet your ass he's going online to order it for you immediately, and when it shows up, he just shrugs. He doesn't see it as a big deal, it's just money. Which is very cute but also a ps5 is NOT cheap sir, you can't just-
#ghost <3#kayla writes <3#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost mw2#call of duty headcanons#cod headcanons#call of duty x reader#call of duty#kayla asks <3#fem reader
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Joey B Imagines: I’m On Fire*
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Summary: When Joe mistakenly leaves his JB9 iced-out chain while at an away game, you bless him with a little photoshoot while you're hours away in Cincinnati.
Warnings: Smut
Paring: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine universe: Just the Two of Us
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*No specific date for this fic!*
(y/n’s pov)
Joe had just left the house for an away game, and due to some work-related stuff, I wasn't able to go with him.
The pouty expression he gave me when we were standing at the front door just a little bit ago made me want to climb into his bag. His lower lip sticking out was oddly convincing, along with his blue eyes.
“Joe, you know I can't go, baby.” - you
“Please… I want you to go with me.” - Joe whined
“I wish I could go too, but I can't, J.” - you
Joe whined once again, but this time, it made me roll my eyes. My annoyance didn't last long, though, as he hunched over and laid his head on my shoulder.
“I love you.” - Joe mumbled
His face being pressed into my neck made his words muffled, but it was oddly adorable.
“I love you too, but if you don't leave now, you're going to be late.” - you
I laughed when he stood up straight and groaned.
“I'm gonna be so lonely by myself in my hotel room tonight.” - Joe
“We can Facetime, goofball.” - you
“Not the same.” - Joe whined
“Okay, enough whining. Goodbye, Joe.” - you
Joe stared at me for a few seconds, trying to come up with a response that didn't show how annoyed he really was.
“Bye…” - Joe mumbled
I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Joe’s lips. When I pulled away, I giggled at the look of his flushed cheeks.
“Love you, sheisty.” - you
“Love you too.” - Joe grinned
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Hours later, I was bored out of my mind, all alone in this big house.
I had cleaned almost the entire house, scrolled through Pinterest, made a dinner recipe I had pinned, and finished a show I had been binging - Fool Me Once.
There was pretty much nothing to do.
All I was doing right now was lying in bed, watching the ceiling fan turn, and feeling kinda sad when I got a whiff of Joe’s scent off of his pillow.
I missed him, and I saw him just hours ago.
That's what happens when your boyfriend turns into your best friend, I guess.
Joe’s game wasn't till tomorrow, but they'd probably just landed at their destination.
Maybe I should text him?
After thinking about it for a few minutes, I made up my mind and texted Joe.
hiiii
Ew, no. Sounds desperate.
What am I even talking about? I've been with this man for six years.
I had almost deleted my message, but Joe answered before I could.
HIIII! 😁
He's such a dork, I thought to myself with a giggle.
Wyd?
Nothinggg, hbu??
Do I tell the truth or make a lie to seem productive? In the end, I told the truth.
Missing you.
My heart warmed at Joe’s message back.
I miss you too. ☹️
Are you at your hotel yet?
It took Joe a few minutes to answer, but his reasoning was ironic.
Just got back from checking in actually. Imma head up to my room, take a shower, and then ft you.
Okay, I'll talk to you then! 🫶
Talk to ya then, I LOVE YOU! 🥰
I hearted his message and than sent the sentiment back.
Love you more, baby. 😘
The conversation ended after Joe’s simple but butterfly-inducing text.
Not fuckin’ possible.
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We were on Facetime for way longer than we should have, but neither of us cared.
The call ended with the usual “I love you more” back-and-forth playful argument.
Joe won in the end, and I can't say I’m surprised because he always did.
After the call ended, I was just lying in bed, my head on Joe’s pillow, just to smell his scent.
I got bored eventually and decided to play around in the closet. Joe always forbade me from trying on his chains, but he wasn't here.
My eyes immediately widened with excitement as I opened the top drawer on Joe’s side of our walk-in closet.
Everything was cleared out except one chain, he probably took them all with him to have options for his fit tomorrow.
“Damn, this is heavy.” - you mumbled
It was the JB9 Nike check chain Joe wore for the AFC Championship in 2022.
One of my personal favorites out of his collection but too iconic to be worn again.
God, he looked so hot that day.
I stared at myself in the mirror, the chain of my boyfriend’s initials and number adorning my neck.
That's when I got the idea.
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Settling into my bed for the night, I grabbed my phone and giggled to myself as I looked through the pictures recently taken in my camera roll.
Nothing but black lace and that iced-out chain.
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Next Day
Joe won his game, and sure, I was happy to see him win, but being miles away from him and unable to celebrate with him put a damper on my mood.
I watched the game by myself in the living room, and then proudly watched his post-game conference.
Just a minute after Joe left the media room, I received a text from him.
Did you watch the game?
Of course. Watched your conference too, baby.
Joe didn’t answer for a few minutes, and I thought he might've gone to take his postgame shower, but his text back made me laugh.
I just got made fun of because I was blushing from your text. “You texting yo girl?”
What did you say back? 😂
I proudly said yes. 😁
A few seconds passed before another text vibrated my phone.
Hey, I gotta go shower, though. We're set to get home late tonight, so don't wait up on me.
What if I want to?
You'll wake up with me next to you in the morning either way, so no need to wait for me to get back.
He was right, so I left him alone to go shower.
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It was around ten o'clock, and Joe had texted me just a little bit ago, saying they were on the bus to the airport.
Out of nowhere, with no context or caption with it, I sent Joe my little experiment earlier.
Attachment: 10 images
When I was left alone with Joe’s chain earlier, I took a little photo shoot with some black lace lingerie and Joe’s chain.
He'd usually take a power nap on his way to the plane, so I was surprised when his response was quick.
Joe sent a picture of himself with his eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock.
The silly reaction picture made me giggle, but I had no idea that Joe had just pulled his bag onto his lap while on the bus in an attempt to hide the stirring between his legs.
Fucking shit, y/n. I'm getting so hard right now that I might have to rub one out on the plane.
No. 😘
Wdym, no?
How do I word this?
You always get pissed when I get off without you, how about a taste of your own medicine?
I don't get pissed…
Joe, honey.
Please, baby.
No.
Joe sighed and put his phone on his chest, discreetly slipping his hand down his sweatpants to rearrange the erection in his boxers. He's so hard just from the sight of nothing but lingerie and his initials in the form of diamonds on your body.
He so wished he was with you, inside you.
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When Joe got home, it was really late.
You were already sleeping, so when Joe slipped into the bedroom he made sure to be quiet.
Joe stood there for a few seconds, just admiring how peaceful you looked while sleeping.
A small smile found its way onto his face when he noticed you were wearing his t-shirt and snuggled onto his pillow instead of yours.
After staring for a lot longer than he anticipated, Joe put his bag down and took his sweatshirt off before crawling into bed beside you.
You stirred for a bit, feeling the presence of someone else near you. After moving around for a bit, you were met with a hard chest, but you knew it all too well.
Joe grinned to himself when you snuggled into him, your face against his pec. He ran his fingers through your hair, and soon, you were peacefully sleeping again.
Feeling tired but unable to sleep, Joe discreetly grabbed his phone to see the messages he wasn't able to answer on the plane and his drive home.
You sent him a video?
Joe made sure his volume was down before pressing play on the video. His eyes went wide when he was met with the sight of you fingering yourself.
All at once, Joe’s heart rate picked up, he started sweating, and his cock stirred in his sweatpants.
He didn't need volume to know you were moaning his name with each thrust of your fingers. Joe was able to read your lips.
The sight of your head thrown back, bare chest, and your sweet heat swallowing your fingers had Joe fully erect in a matter of a minute.
He needed you badly.
Joe can admit he was thinking with his dick and not his brain when he shook you awake. In his defense, most of his blood supply was in the wrong head.
“Joey?” - you mumbled
“Shit- sorry I woke you up…” - Joe
“I missed you…” - you
His heart fluttered, and he hoped you wouldn't shift around and feel him. Please just go back to sleep.
In all honesty, Joe felt guilty waking you up with his sexual needs in mind. He felt horrible and selfish.
“Missed you too, baby.” - Joe
You moved around and Joe’s eyes went wide. Please don't feel it. Please don't feel it.
Abruptly, you paused your shifting and looked up at Joe’s face. Maybe she just found a comfortable spot?
It was hard to make out Joe’s features in the dark, but you could see his piercing blue eyes easily.
Unbeknownst to Joe, you'd felt his hard-on as soon as he got it, but you wanted to mess with him, make him beg for it.
Slowly, you reached your hand out and palmed his bulge. Joe bit his lower lip to stop an audible reaction as you started rubbing him.
“He missed me too, huh?” - you giggle
“Fuck- so much.” - Joe
“Take your pants off, Joe.” - You
Joe shed his pants and boxers off faster than the speed of light, all because his girl asked.
Now that he was completely free from restraint, Joe got even harder, and he didn't think that was possible.
You spit into your hand and firmly grasped his cock, a plan forming in your mind as you started to jerk him off.
Joe was a groaning mess, relishing in the feel of your hand around his length because he'd needed this for days.
Precum was beading at Joe’s tip, so you maneuvered yourself around to take him into your mouth.
“Sh-it.” - Joe moaned
He was close, so close.
“Baby- I'm gonna… cum!” - Joe
You pulled off of him, trying to follow your plan of edging him until he couldn't help but beg for you to finish him off, but Joe was too close to stop his inevitable orgasm.
With a loud moan, Joe shot his load onto your face, some making it into your mouth.
Both of you were surprised when it happened, looking at each other with wide eyes.
“I- I'm sorry…” - Joe
“No, don't be.” - you
You reached out and put a hand on his chest, rubbing comforting circles on it.
He grabbed a tissue off of his nightstand and wiped his cum off of your face.
“That was kinda embarrassing…” - Joe
“Why?” - you
Your voice was soft, a little sad yourself that Joe felt embarrassed.
“I don't know, I couldn't stop it from happening, but it happened so fast. Like under three minutes? That's embarrassing.” - Joe
“Joe, don't be embarrassed. How long you last doesn't matter to me at all, I just wanna make you feel good.” - you
He nodded but bit the insides of his cheeks.
“I think it's kinda hot that I can get you off that fast. Makes me feel good about myself.” - you
“Really? You don't think it's funny or embarrassing?” - Joe
“No, baby.” - you
You leaned up and pressed a big kiss to Joe’s lips, one of his legs slotting between yours, causing you to grind down onto his thigh.
“Mmm, Joey baby.” - you moaned
“That's it.” - Joe
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Next Morning
You woke up with a grin on your face as you replayed last night's events in your mind.
Joe had gotten you off twice with his fingers and tongue before he filled you up with his thick cock.
In the back of his mind, he was still feeling a little self-conscious about his first orgasm of the night, but he wouldn't let it show.
When you two were in the shower cleaning up, you could tell something was on Joe’s mind and that something was what had happened earlier.
Without saying anything, you dropped to your knees when his back was to you. He turned around and looked down at you, his dick stirring to life at the all-too-familiar position.
Despite the fact you two had just gone four rounds, Joe’s craving for you was never-ending.
You'd slowly reached out to stroke him, and you finished him off with your mouth.
He manhandled you back to your feet before pressing you against the shower wall.
“If you want me to stop, I will, but you started this.” - Joe
The feel of his thick length against your behind, and his hands holding you in place was getting you worked up all over again.
“Fuck me, Joey.” - you
You two ended the night giggling in bed as you counted up the number of orgasms shared between you two that night.
“Four for me, four for you, gah-lee!” - Joe
“I’m not gonna be able to walk tomorrow morning.” - you
“Fuck I might even have a limp.” - Joe
You were pulled out of your fantasies when Joe walked into the bedroom. Toes curled at the sweet sight of him.
Joe wore nothing but a bashful smile, a pair of sweatpants, and raging bedhead.
“Hi.” - you smiled
“Hi. How'd you sleep?” - Joe
“Good. Get in bed with me?” - you
He did as you asked and curled up in bed beside you, pulling you into his chest in the process.
“Where were you?” - you
“Uh… nowhere…” - Joe
You sat up and looked at him, giving him a skeptical look as you narrowed your eyes at him.
Joe sighed and broke your eye contact.
“I was doing something downstairs. It was supposed to be a surprise after you got ready, but you can come downstairs now.” - Joe
You excitedly jumped out of Joe’s arms and ran out of the bedroom, your hand grabbing his as he followed you.
When you two got downstairs, you saw the dining table set up like a date. Breakfast on both of the plates and a bouquet of roses between them.
Joe walked away from you for a second and grabbed a rose.
He walked back up to you and held the flower in front of his bare chest.
“Go on a date with me?” - Joe
You grinned at your boyfriend so big that your cheeks hurt.
“Of course.” - you
Joe handed the single rose to you, and you stood up on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his smooth cheek.
“Thank god, woulda been really awkward if you said no.” - Joe
“I'd never say no to you.” - you laughed
The blush on his cheeks went deep, almost to the shade of the rose he gave you.
You spent the rest of the morning laughing with the handsome man you loved so deeply, wondering about how you got so lucky, and thinking about your future with him.
You were so grateful to have a man you could laugh with, share secrets with, tell all the drama to, and have intense intimate moments with. Sometimes, all within the same day or hour.
It was scary to realize how much of yourself you put in Joe’s hands, but you trusted him more than anything.
The sweet thoughts and realizations were swirling in your mind and making you smile. You'd been staring out of the window, but your thoughts were abruptly interrupted…
*BURP*
Your wide eyes snapped over to Joe, who was holding a hand over his mouth and shared the same wide-eyed look.
“Sorry, didn't expect it to be that loud.” - Joe laughed
“Gosh, I love you.” - you laughed along with him
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𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖉
Characters: Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu, Takashi Mitsuya, Hakkai Shiba, Kazutora Hanemiya, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Hajime Kokonoi, Seishu Inui, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kurokawa Izana, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Shuji Hanma
Warnings: slight angst, abuse, destroying of personal property, arson, lying, toxic relationships, yandere themes, drugs, hurt no comfort
Manjiro would be pissed.
He tries to hold you down or restrain you, but you're already heated, and having him on you all in your personal space while you're mad just makes you angrier.
After you're done breaking things, no one cleans up the mess. You sleep in the guest room for the night, not wanting to be near him.
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You've never seen Ken this mad.
He knows that if he tries to calm you down, it'll make everything worse. He leaves the house to cool down before he does something he might regret. It makes his blood boil to see you tear up shit you both helped pay for. Most of the stuff you tore up was irreparable. You made sure of that.
Nonetheless, Draken sleeps at Mikey's place. He knows he'll have to wait a few days for you to cool down and clean up. When he does come back, you both talk it out or break up. It depends on the relationship as it is. I highly doubt you'd be staying together, though.
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If you want to play dirty, Baji can play dirtier.
He gets all your hair supplies, makeup, and other products, takes them, and throws them out the window. Grabbing your favorite pieces of clothing, and throwing them out as well. After you notice your things are gone, he waits until you start looking and asking about them to burn them. Only leaving clothes you either didn't want or couldn't fit.
You can try to fight him, but he'd only push you back. No matter how mad he gets, he will never put his hands on you. After calming down, you'd both go to a rage room. While there, you both name things that piss you off about the other person before breaking something.
It's a huge stress reliever and lets you both know what you need to work on. You clean up the mess on your own since Baji said he had no part in it. You restrain yourself from starting another fight and clean up. There was never an apology.
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Chifuyu tries his best to keep you from breaking things; constantly snatching things out of your hand.
Once you even attempt to touch Peke J, he loses it. He starts yelling at you with no remorse. The things he says bring you to tears. You try to yell back, but the tears and your tightening throat make that seem impossible. He goes into a separate room with Peke J, slamming the door behind him. Leaving you in these messy rooms all alone.
You curl up and cry until Chifuyu comes out of his room and sits down next to you, placing Peke J in your lap. He rubs your back as you both apologize. You share a sweet kiss before getting up and cleaning. After you both finish cleaning, you sit down and explain why you both got mad.
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Mitsuya keeps his calm. His main priority is getting his sisters to safety, away from flying objects.
Once his sisters are safe, he tries to stop you or at least have a civilized conversation. If you don't listen, he sits by and waits for you to calm down. For the most part, as long as you destroy your shit, he's good, but once you go for his studio, his first thought is to stop you.
He grabs your wrist and brings you to your shared room. He chews you out to the point where you're on the brink of tears. After he's done, he takes his sisters and leaves the house, not caring anymore.
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I don't think Hakkai would freeze up unless this is a new relationship and you've just started dating.
He doesn't want to manhandle you, however, he doesn't want to stand by as the love of his life wrecks everything they've both worked hard to get. It wouldn't take long for him to snap out of his daze, as that trait faded over time, and tries to talk you out of breaking anything else.
This doesn't work and only makes you start yelling at him. Now, I feel as though he would have PTSD and have a panic attack depending on what you say or do. He'd likely run to his room and call Mitsuya and or Yuzuha so that they could help.
He's probably going to break up with you depending on how rocky the relationship already is.
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Kazutora lashes out and hits you. Not enough to hurt you, just enough to make you realize what you're doing.
This depends on the relationship.
If you have a good relationship, he gives you a little pop on your upper arm. You might mistake this gesture as an invitation to fight. You know Kazutora could easily beat your ass, but you're not gonna let any man put his hands on you without somewhat getting your lick back.
While you're swinging at him, scratching his face, and yelling, he manages to pin you down and explain that he meant no harm and would never hit you. His face is bloody, bruised, and swollen. You calm down and he lets you get up.
You tend to his wounds as an apology, and you both clean up, planting kisses on his face.
If your relationship pretty much sucks, he'd beat you.
If he's treating you with respect, he expects the same.
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Girl… you got the right man on the wrong fucking day. As soon as Nahoya sees you throw something, he's going straight for your things. Grabbing your colored clothes, bleaching them, burning your white clothes, and making sure everything is beyond repair. Then he's going to grab his stuff and make sure you can't get to it. He's going to make sure the property damage is through the roof. Windows are broken, walls got holes punched through them, girl you're a goner.
Afterward, y'all are huffing and puffing, glaring at each other. Now, I feel as though Smiley likes it when you're mad at him, yelling and telling him to shut up, giving him all your attention. So seeing you like that? He's gonna fuck your brains out, telling each other how "sorry" you are throughout the process. He cleans the house while you lay in bed unable to walk.
This happens so often, you have repairmen on speed dial. You two only pay for the stuff you broke. There's always the most expensive thing you both swear up and down neither of you broke.
Nahoya broke it.
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Now as much as I believe Souya is a sweetheart, ya'll be making him too soft. You can sit there and break your shit. That's completely fine with him, but once you so much as graze his stuff? He's calling his brother. He'd never put his hands on a woman, but depending on how far you go, he'll call Nahoya to if need be. Just don't touch his stuff. Period. Once you're done with your tantrum, he'll lock himself in your shared room until you pick up your mess. If you refuse to, you're going to be sleeping somewhere else until you do. Once you do, he'll let you in, and you two'll sit down and braid each other's hair into cornrows, talking it out. So now you two sit here in bonnets, sipping tea and watching Netflix. If you make him cry though? he's breaking up with you, period.
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Boo, do you think this is hurting him? You're practically Kokonoi's sugar baby; he'll get it replaced at some point. Although, he won't be buying you anything for a while. Sooner or later you'd apologize and act like nothing happened. As long as this isn't a reoccurring thing, he won't break up with you.
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Inui? Yeah, no. Just because you're his girl doesn't mean you get special treatment. He was about to kill his boss' sister. He will most definitely put his hands on you if you throw something of his, break something valuable, or the fight is just going on too long, period. Depending on the relationship, he won't care and will break up with you when you're done, or will try to talk it out. At the end of the day, you're cleaning the mess! It doesn't matter if the fight was his fault.
If he does end up hitting you, he does feel bad. He cares about you and your well-being, so he will tend to your wounds. He talks it out with you, apologizes by telling you not to do it again, and pats your head.
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Ran whacks you with his fucking baton.💀 You're his everything, but that doesn't mean you can tear up shit. He explains this, walking away afterward. He's the one paying the bills, if you're going to disrespect him, he's going to put you in your place. You're not going anywhere.
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Please, Rindou's so fucking over your shit. 💀 He just leaves the room and then calls his brother to let him handle it. If his brother doesn't answer, he goes over to wherever you are and slaps you. You wouldn't take that from anybody, but the fear of Bonten's capabilities makes you freeze. He leaves you to clean up the mess and later apologizes to you while holding an ice pack to your face. Spoiling you later on.
This happens once or twice as your relationship gets healthier.
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Izana will knock some sense into your black ass. I swear the dick makes you do crazy things. The godly sex makes you forget that this man will beat you if he has to. He's making you clean everything up, by the way.
Secretly picks stuff up on the way to his room.
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It depends on whatever Sanzu's on. If he's sober, he'll get pretty mad and threaten you by saying he'll shoot you if you don't stop. However, if he's on some kind of relaxant or he's high, he'll just sit on the couch, manspreading with his hands resting on the back of the couch. If he's on some unspeakable shit, he's beating you and making sure you're sore. Afterward, hell fuck your brains out. He does not care. You'll take a half-assed apology though, right?
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Hanma finds it hella entertaining. Nigga will sit there laughing, knowing that will piss you off more. He does shit he would never do on any other day. Nigga pulled out a coloring book at one point, sat his big ass down, and colored his life away. If you try breaking his shit or throwing stuff at him, he'll catch that shit with ease and then laugh at you. Let's say you're arguing about him not doing the dishes, he'll say something slick like, "Why're you throwing shit around in here instead of throwing those dirty dishes into the dishwasher?"
When he helps you pick things up, he'll laugh his ass off like it's some happy memory.
"Remember when you tried to throw this at me, (y/n)? So pitiful~!<3"
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Little secrets they have - Batboys headcanon
Trying something new here! Since I'm not really motivated to write for TV show characters, I've tried writing about book ones. What better way to start than with our batboys from Sarah J Mass, Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel.
From now on, I take requests about them and about any of the SJM's characters (from throne of glass, crescent city and acotar). Let me know if you like it, and if you want more.
Plot: the batboys keep a small secret during your relationship, and you find about it.
Rhysand
It would take you a while to figure it out, because boy, does he hide it well.
But eventually, you two would be comfortable enough in your relationship for small secrets to come out.
You discover it during a small retreat to the cabin. Everyone has been really stressed in Velaris because of the upcoming Starfall, so you have decided to take a break in the cabin.
Usually, you go to be way earlier than Rhys, because he stays up working.
Or so he says.
Because in the cabin, there’s no way he can hide the extra bag he has bought with him that weights almost like your own.
You are already in bed, the fire is on and you’ve just finished one of the best sex you have ever have.
“Give me a second, darling. I need to do something”
Tired and happy as you are, you don’t give it a second thought until you find yourself falling asleep and he hasn’t come back.
So you get up, open the bathroom and find out about Rhysand’s little secret.
“I promise that I can explain. It’s not what it looks like”
“Is that mud?”
“It’s actually a clay mask”
The most powerful High Lord in Prythian is surrounded by skin-care products, his face soaked in a blue mask and his hair gathered up in a froggy-style bandana.
There are so many products around that you can’t see the sink or the toilet sink, and the bag on the floor shows you another bunch of them.
Suddenly, the softness of his face and the absence of any type of imperfection make sense. As it does the minutes you lay awake waiting for him when he tells you that he needs to finish something.
You stare at each other for a while, giving you enough time to consider turning around and going to sleep or actually talking about it.
Rhys beat you to it.
“It’s Mor’s fault. She told me I had a wrinkle, and then she bought a cream. And then another”
There weren’t just creams anymore. There were almost fifty small bottles of different colors, shapes and sizes.
Something started beeping and, without breaking eye-contact, Rhys bent over the sink and made enough space to start removing the clay mask with water.
After a few minutes, you discovered there was something absolutely amazing about watching your mate put on different products.
Rhysand noticed that you weren’t leaving and started talking about what he was using and what it was good for. He even let you try some of them in the back of your hand.
You both went to sleep without talking about it and next night he left the bathroom door open for you to join him.
Since that moment, it was kind of a tradition to do your skincare together. A cozy, domestic tradition that you repeated back home. And probably for the rest of your lives.
Cassian
You might have been too blind in your love to notice how loud he snores and the clothes he leaves hanging everywhere.
But when Cassian starts sneaking during the weekends with no explanation, you notice.
It starts as casual “hanging out with the boys, love” and “going for a run, gotta keep the abs firm”.
The boys don’t know what you’re talking about when you ask them about it and the sneakers he uses for running stay clean during the weekend.
You aren’t afraid of him cheating on you because the rest of the days he worships everything you do and kisses the floor you step in. Almost.
When Saturday comes around, though, he leaves for a few hours and comes back as if nothing has happened.
There are a few hypotheses you work with: that he’s stealing Rhy’s wine or Nyx’s sweets, that he’s secretly practicing for karaoke nights at Rita, or that he’s building and hiding snowballs for the annual fight.
None of them are proved right when you decide to walk through Velaris while he’s missing.
You’re walking near the Sidra when you hear a familiar, loud laugh. Then, you look up.
Through the window, you find Cassian where you least expected: surrounded by women, kneeling at their feet and letting them run their fingers through his hair.
The thing is, they aren’t the type of hands you expected.
They were wrinkled, and fragile, and their owners were just as.
“I told you! Renaldo was alive! Our man isn’t that easy to kill”
You look up to the name of the building.
Velaris Elderly Home
In a haze, you enter the place and continue watching Cassian.
Your mate is almost seven foot tall, his shoulders as wide as the TV on the room. His arms strong as steel and thick as trees branch.
And that giant warrior, that snaps enemies in a half and carries swords as heavy as you, is sitting on the ground, watching a novella while older women braid his hair.
Eventually, after realizing Cassian is not only behaving like one of them, he is one of them, he notices you.
His smile falls and the room seems to go colder.
Loss at words, you don’t know what to say until the women around him see you.
“Oh, that must be Y/N! You’re just as pretty as he says! Look at her, does our Cassian treat you well, honey? You better take care of that beautiful girl!”
“Are you hungry, darling? Do you want cookies? Get your girl a seat, lover boy!”
“Finally! We’ve been begging Cassian to bring you for a decade!”
Before you could register, two women grabbed both of your arms and dragged you inside. In a few minutes, you were sitting in a chair, TV long forgotten, surrounded by questions about Cassian.
You looked at him and noticed that he was nervous. About not telling you, about you finding out, about them asking you if he satisfied you in bed. Too stunned to comfort him, you smiled softly.
“Well, he does have a large wingspan”
Turns out that was the right answer, and suddenly you were part of the group. For almost an hour, you answered their questions and heard about this new part of Cassian.
Your mate, who spends his Saturday’s afternoons in the elderly home making them laugh. Who lets these women braid his hair, knit him scarfs and feed him expired cookies.
That night, while you walk home, you do it in silence, closer to Cassian than what you usually walk.
You arrive home in a comfortable silence until he speaks.
“Large wingspan, hm? I guess I am a great lover”
“Yeah, and a great gossiper. Bet you’ve been taking cues from Renaldo”
Cassian laughs and spends the night proving you how good he, not Renaldo, is in bed.
Azriel
As your mate, Azriel is the most honest and open person you have ever met.
You didn’t expect the Shadowsinger to be so close and frank with you, but as the years passed and your bond solidified, you discovered he was.
There is no miscommunication, no fights or disappointment. You talk it out, you share your emotions and take your time to fix things.
So, when almost fifty years after you discover he’s your mate, he doesn’t answer your question right away, you know he’s lying.
Lying to you, about something, and you couldn’t have imagined how sad that would make you feel.
He had missed dinner last night, and this morning, you had asked him before he left for work about it. Without looking at you, he had offered a quick apology and had told you that he was with Rhysand.
Who you had called last night to ask where Azriel was, and hadn’t known about it.
You spend the whole day thinking about it. And the more you think, the more dates you discovered.
That time he was late for Starfall. When he skipped Nyx’s birthday party. After your birthday, when he disappeared for a day.
Of course, being the spymaster he was, he had been able to hide it just fine. And it hadn’t been until this morning that you have caught up with it.
When he comes back, he finds you sitting in the couch with tears in your eyes.
You don’t want to think about it, but your mind keeps coming up with the possibility of cheating. Because, what else could be keep from you?
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
It’s his voice, full of concern and love, that has you breaking down.
Azriel holds you while you cry, constantly stroking your hair and side. You finally blurt it out between sobs, shaking so hard he can hardly understand you.
“What – cheating? Dove, why would I cheat on you? I love you more than my own life. I would rather –“
“You lied, Az! I – Last night I talked to Rhys. You… you lied”
When he doesn’t say anything else, you actually consider that he cheated. That he’s about to leave you for some other girl. Before you can answer, he beats you to it.
“I… was at Rhys house. Not with Rhys, though. I’m sorry I lied to you”
“He told me –“
“He didn’t know I was there, because I was with Feyre”
Feyre, the new High Lady that you loved with all your heart and that has turned your lives upside down for the best. That has given you all a night court heir and almost lost her life in the process.
That is Rhysand’s mate and life, both of them in love just like you and Azriel.
Before you could develop further in your thoughts, he continues.
“There was a new episode of Say yes to the dress. And… I wanted to have dinner with you, I really did, but Analise is choosing the drees her sister wants. And her family is there, too. It’s a beautiful dress, I just wanted… I’m sorry, dove. I shouldn’t have lied to you”
“You’re – you left me – you’re watching say yes to the dress?”
Azriel likes to dress nice, and every now and then would tell you to buy one of the latest items of certain collection. You know he likes clothing, that unlike Cassian who can wear the same trousers for a week, Azriel knows the difference between dark blue and marine blue.
You raise your head from his chest and listen to him explain that Feyre had showed him the show a few years ago, and that since then, it has become kind of an obsession. That he, Feyre, Mor and sometimes Amren meet to watch it.
That he hasn’t told you because once you watched it together and you said it was a waste of time.
Needless to say, that from that moment, you all watch the show together. You find a new side of Azriel that likes to point out every detail of the dresses, that know the story of each couple and that talks about it for days with no end.
It is also fair to say that you dust out your weeding dress and that you spend a fun night together, making up for mean comments and harmless lies.
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i srs need a scenerio where we are so bratty to the point motherly!bf just denies giving us a blowjob and then scolds us..
this has been in the back of my mind for the longest time i finally have my thoughts in order bro GOD. ramble,,, ish.
dom motherly yan w sub brat m reader...
im imagining reader - darling just crying crocodile tears and writhing on the bed begging for motherly yan to suck you off because you love the way his mouth feels on yr dick but he's purposefully ignoring you in lieu of deleting emails to pass the time because he's CRUEL.!!!!! So.;;;
fidgeting with your phone on the bed, mother at his desk... wanting attention, as you ere onviously infuriatingly horny - watching porn at a low volume that he was sure to hear... and yeah he does. head snapping back at the sound if moans and catching sight of you groping yourself ove your pants... he takes it away, catching a glimpse of what you were on. porn... god, you know how he feels about that. it's like you were delibrately trying to get a rise out of himㅡtouching yourself and watching other people have sex when he was right there? naughty, naughty, naughty... mother shakes his head, grunting in displeasure as he places your phone near his computer; "don't touch yourself. you don't want to know what happens if you do." he demands lowly, a terrifying baritone that makes you faint and blood rush to your face.. tears stinging your eyes. you can't tell if they were fake, the product of being overwhelmed, or just because you were blushing so hard.
writhing on the bed, hands itching to grope your erection through your boxers. tears stinging your eyes and slipping down your cheeks freely - god this was fucking with you even more. your cock, positively fucking aching in pain despite him ignoring you. knowing that he was getting off by this made you even more squirmy... "fuck, mom - please!! please, i'll be good!! j-just fucking touch me.." you sob, overdramatic as you squirm. Hands rubbing over your thighs, so close to your bulge... "maa... mm-mommy." sniffling as you bury your face in the pillows, hugging it to your chest..
he snarls, jaw setting as blood shoots to his cock at the sound of your pathetic, sobbing voice.. "no. quit your whining. be patient. you can manage that, can't you?" he snaps harshly, palming himself; faced away from you at his desk.. and you whine. he was simply resisting the urge to pounce on you just then... the way you called for him, your mommy... made him giddy. laying on your tummy beforehe takes your situation into his own hands. abusing your cock with his huge hand, keeping you in his lap; sitting on his cock, and letitng you sit in your own mess of cum, sweat, and drool before he works up the niceness to bathe you and kiss you sweetly as though he wasn't purposefully overstimulating you til you cried.... mother ftw.
#motherly yan!#x male reader#male reader#x top male reader#top male reader#yandere x male reader#yandere oc x reader#yandere male x reader#yandere male x male reader#yandere m x m reader
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Who (6/?) J. Y & S. M
Pairing: Poly! Jeong Yunho x reader x Song Mingi
Genre: Angst, Smut
Warnings: This content is for a mature audience
Synopsis: You can't remember when was the last time you spent time with them, the last "I love you", the last time any of them kissed you.
Author's notes: It's been such a long time, and I'm sorry for that. Life hasn't been quite easy, but as an apology here's some smut. Hope you enjoy.
Other chapters: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
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It had been a couple of weeks since that night, and getting used to being back wasn’t quite as easy as you thought it would be. At first feeling like a stranger to the place you had once called home, and while your lovers may try to help with that, you fear they may seem to be overcompensating a bit.
You woke up because of the ungodly amount of sound that came from the kitchen.
“Yunho?” Your eyes could barely focus on the things in front of you, besides, what the hell was he doing at home at this hour? Wiping the floor?
“Good morning, my love.” He sighed and got up, “I’m sorry did I wake you up? I dropped some pans and spilt milk. I’m sorry I’m a bit of a mess right now.” He kissed your forehead before going back to cooking, “I’m making breakfast, are pancakes, okay? We also have cereal, or I can make you some eggs or…”
“Pancakes are okay, but what are you doing here so late in the morning? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital?” You took a seat on the kitchen bar.
“I’m taking some time off, they asked me to. Just to get my head back on my shoulders.” He flipped a pancake, “Mingi will be back in a second he went to get some orange juice, we ran out yesterday and we know how much you like it and…” He kept on going, but you couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.
You looked at him without saying anything. His hands trembled with every move he made; he kept on rambling, not stopping to take a breath, afraid to let any uncomfortable silences come through. He couldn’t stay put, moving things around, not able to focus on one thing.
Mingi came through the door. His hands were full of grocery bags that threatened to snap and spill what was inside of them. “I’m back!” He set everything on the countertop, bags of snacks spilling out, hygiene products you were missing, and a bunch of things you don’t even remember mentioning you needed. “I bought everything you ask for, my love.”
“Mingi, you didn’t have to buy this all at once. I have most of this stuff back at my place.”
“Oh well, now you have them here.”
After everything that you had gone through you felt like you needed a bit of time alone, to take a step back and process. Having to come to terms with the idea of being single, actually trying to move on, Bang Chan, the club, Yunho and Mingi. All that in such a short period was messing with your head. But your lovers seemed to differ.
“Babe, I will come back earlier from work to take you on a date, okay?”
“Mingi, we went out yesterday, I’m sure Jongho needs your help back at the office.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of everything.”
Yunho wasn’t any different.
“My love, how about we go for a walk? Or would you rather watch a movie? We can go for some ice cream.”
“Yun, don’t you have to study? I saw your calendar and you have an upcoming test.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure it out.”
You missed them, and not having them around had been a nightmare, but this might be over the top. Not neglecting you didn’t have to mean neglecting everything else. So, a list of all the things you had to do began to form in the back of your head.
First, figure out a way to tell them (in a way that won’t destroy Mingi) that you need some space to understand what’s going on in your head and heart. Second, get some actual work done; bills still need to get paid. Third and last of all (and the one you have been dreading the most) talk to Chan. You weren’t even sure if he would be willing to. Jisung said he hasn’t seen him come out of his apartment, and he doesn’t even answer the door; every single time Minho tried contacting him it goes straight to voice mail. Your friend assures you he only needs a bit of time, but you are not quite sure, this might be it for your friendship, and you won’t lie, it breaks your heart.
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Going back to the first task. You rehearsed over and over again the things you want to say, in your head and front of the mirror, it makes you cringe, but it’s better than to see Mingi drown in tears and sobs.
“I appreciate all the effort you are putting in, but that doesn’t mean you have to neglect everything else in your life...”
“We have to learn how to balance work, our individuality and this relationship...”
“All this will take time, trust is gained slowly, and I’m sure…”
And you swore those would be the words that would come out of your mouth the second dinner was over. It wasn’t easy to explain how you ended up in this position…
Mingi between your legs, lapping at your pussy like a starved man, his mouth alternating between your entrance and your clit, not knowing which one to pleasure first. Meanwhile, Yunho was sucking at your neck, leaving bruises all over the sensitive skin; his fingers pinched and pulled on your nipples, and the sins that came out of his mouth made you tremble.
“Haven’t you missed this, my love?” He said pulling on your earlobe, “Have you missed Mingi eating your sweet, little cunt, mm?”
Mingi let your skin go with a pop, before pushing two of his long, thick fingers inside you without warning, finding a rhythm immediately, kitten licking your clit at the same time.
You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts; pleasure had completely taken over your brain; you could only feel the warmth of Mingi’s tongue and Yunho’s hard cock on your back.
“Please, please, please.” You didn’t even know what you were begging for.
“What do you need, baby? Tell us and we’ll give it to you.”
“I need you.” You whimpered.
“But baby, you have us.” Fucking Yunho, always a tease.
“Please, please Yuyu.”
“You need to tell me, love.”
Mingi’s mouth abandoned your core, leaving you aching and in need of more. “Come on, baby. You have to tell us what you want.” He urged, mocking you. “Use your words.” His fingers kept you on the edge, but not giving you any more.
Your mind is clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. "I need..." you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "...both of you."
Yunho's fingers continued their torturous assault on your sensitive buds, while his teeth nipped your skin, "And you will have us."
Mingi resumed his ministrations with renewed fervour. His fingers delved deeper, stroking that sweet spot inside you that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins, while his tongue resumed its teasing assault on your throbbing clit.
“I need to cum, please.”
"Then cum, my love, cum for us.”
With a strangled cry, you let yourself go, surrendering yourself to the overwhelming sea of sensations your lovers were providing. Heavy breaths escaped your chest, a constant ring in your ears, you could barely tell where you were, but one thing was clear, your lovers were not done with you.
You could feel them moving around you. This time Mingi was the one behind you, holding your knees against your chest, placing small kisses and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, his hands massaged your thighs gently.
“You did so good for us, sweetheart.” His fingers traced patterns in your bruised skin.
The familiar sound of the lubricant’s cap opening made you whimper; you had been conditioned to know what would happen next. Yunho and Mingi would always make sure to prepare you to take them, making you cum a couple of times before even trying anything, but tonight you just couldn’t wait, and neither could they.
“Are you ready, my love?” Yunho’s words made you tremble. You felt both their tips in your entrance, ready to claim you at the same time. Mingi kept his hands on your hips while the man in front of you caressed your legs, waiting for your permission to go on. Both of them slightly shaking with excitement and desperation.
“Yes.”
The sensation of being filled by them was overwhelming, but made you feel complete, whole, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Their movements were slow and hesitant, not wanting to hurt you. Mingi’s moans and whines filled your ears, his hands pinched your skin and his head was thrown back in ecstasy.
“Oh my god, yes, god yes!” He wasn’t concerned by the sounds that left his mouth, too busy enjoying the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.
Yunho wasn’t doing any better, groans constantly leaving his mouth, driving himself deeper inch by inch. His eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly opened, his eyes could only focus on the place where your bodies met and became one. The image of his and Mingi’s cock splitting you open wasn’t new, but goddamn was it the most erotic thing he had ever seen.
You closed your eyes, trying to control yourself. Pain and pleasure danced inside you, intertwining themselves and covering your entire being. Each thrust consumed you entirely, making your moans turn into screams, you could feel yourself teetering over the edge. The blonde´s fingers pushed on the small bud of nerves at your core making tears spill out of your eyes, while Yunho’s lips sucked your nipples raw.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moaned, his hips never relenting their hellish pace. And a single moment of clarity, his eyes met Mingi’s. The same look of need and lust covered his face, red cheeks and dazed eyes, cries escaping his mouth, a small I love you between them. With what little sanity he had left, he took the younger man’s head and pushed their heads in a kiss. their teeth clashing and tongues sucking on each other in ardour, both of them moaning because of the new stimulation.
“I’m going to cum!” You cried. An explosion of pleasure filled your system, as your body convulsed in ecstasy, making you almost pass out. Yunho and Mingi couldn’t hold back any longer, the tight knot snapped, joining you and spilling their seed inside you. Their essence and yours running down your thighs, ending up in the couch’s leather.
The three of you lay breathless, boneless, but complete. You had for once and for all found your way back to each other, and after what felt like an eternity, everything felt right.
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hearing you out on the yan pavitr
YES PLEASE- ok I'm gonna start out this new thing where I separate things for romantic + platonic so people can scroll to different sections. (I'm such a good business person- /j)
I will copy and paste some of the headcanons because they apply both ways. So don't bother reading both unless if you want to because for the most part they're the same (with some light editing)
Tw: hardly any tbh-, delusional softie, uh- and breaking in
Yandere Pavitr Prabhakar
Type: Delusional + Clingy (This is really fucking obv ngl)
Romantic
Listen- He literally gives off so much delusional that I can't even tell you why he's delusional because it's literally written all over him omg. Now, the thing he is delusional about is you love him back. It's not in a malicious way; he genuinely thinks you love him.
He's not in any sort of way problematic or concerning with his actions/intentions. He'll be all caring and constantly giving you support. He's the type of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to go buy you a bouquet of flowers to greet you with when you get up.
If you try to push him away or express that you don't love him he just believes you're a troubled person and need more support in your life. Which means more affection from him. He is your therapist. He will be whether you like it or not because he is a softie and will continue to be a softie.
The only time I can see him getting the slightest bit aggressive is if he gets jealous. I'm not entirely sure yet because we haven't seen too much of any trauma or negative backstory to him (Uncle Ben's death canon event doesn't fucking count). I think he's about a medium level when it comes to how easily he gets jealous. Even then I don't think he would outwardly hurt anyone unless they've overstepped a boundary of his. He'll give them a slight threat or tie them up in webs for a while.
Now if anyone hurts you? Bro is going crazy- he will do everything to make the person surrender or maybe even die (if they've caused him enough anger) He'll worry so much if you get hurt. I wouldn't say he would overreact, but he definitely worries.
He is physically affectionate 100%. He will sneak in your window at night for snuggles. Imagine yourself standing at your window one night, knowing he'll come. He arrives and is about to slip inside when you frown and tell him no. He is going to give you the most heartbreaking face known to mankind.
He WILL call you embarrassing/cringe affectionate names. You can't convince me he doesn't.
"Jasmine flower! Look at the stuffie I got you!" *proceeds to hold up giant elephant stuffie*
Platonic
He literally gives off so much delusional that I can't even tell you why he's delusional because it's literally written all over him omg. Now, the thing he is delusional about is he thinks you wanna be friends with him. It's not in a malicious way; he genuinely thinks you guys are besties and constantly hang out. (tbh I feel anyone would be friends with him???)
He's not in any sort of way problematic or concerning with his actions/intentions. He'll be all caring and constantly giving you support. He's the type of guy who wakes up at five in the morning to go buy you your favourite drink or line up for a limited edition product.
If you try to push him away or express that you don't wanna be friends with him, he just believes you're a troubled person and need more support in your life. Which means more affection and suggesting hangouts or giving gifts from him. He is your therapist. He will be whether you like it or not, because he is a softie and will continue to be a softie.
The only time I can see him getting the slightest bit aggressive is if he gets jealous. I'm not entirely sure yet because we haven't seen too much of any trauma or negative backstory to him (Uncle Ben's death canon event doesn't fucking count). I think he's about a medium level when it comes to how easily he gets jealous. Even then I don't think he would outwardly hurt anyone unless they've overstepped a boundary of his. He'll give them a slight threat or tie them up in webs for a while.
Now if anyone hurts you? Bro is going crazy- he will do everything to make the person surrender or maybe even die (if they've caused him enough anger) He'll worry so much if you get hurt. I wouldn't say he would overreact, but he definitely worries.
He is a clinger 100%. He will sneak in your window at night for a hug and to talk about random things (he giggles a lot). Imagine yourself standing at your window one night, knowing he'll come. He arrives and is about to slip inside when you frown and tell him no. He is going to give you the most heartbreaking face known to mankind.
He WILL call you embarrassing/cringe affectionate names. You can't convince me he doesn't. Like Pookie Bear or just cringe names to call your best friend platonically cuz it's funny.
"My rat! Look! I have- WEBS!" *proceeds to shoot webs like it's a discovery even though he's known for six months*
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That's all I got for now-
I still don't like Gwen.
- Celina
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