#i'm not saying i'm giving in to the dark side

[daenysx]

imagine giving james a skincare sesh where reader is seated comfortably (on his lap ehm) and he lets her put all sorts of moisturizers, face masks and even lip balm on him and he secretly LOVES it and after they eat homemade cookies and watch their comfort show

thank you for requesting!! i had so much fun writing this, it's my skincare routine applied to james. i guess that means he's literally my boyfriend now (support my delusions please <3333) you can send me requests for james!

james potter x fem!reader, fluff

"are you ready?" you say, grinning. you carried most of your skincare essentials to living room, ready to give your tired boyfriend a nice spa day.

"yes." james walks out of the bathroom. "i washed my face."

"with the cleansing jel?"

"yes, baby." he sits on the couch next to you. you place yourself on his lap expertly, his face looks dry and clean. you lean to give him a kiss on his cheek, james settles down on couch with his back to pillows.

"okay." you say, clapping your hands. you're excited to give him a nice treating, he deserves all the best. you've never understood how boys have clear and smooth skin naturally, james certainly doesn't use as many products as you do, but he lets you do anything you want to him. skincare is like a therapy for you, quality minutes you spend on yourself. it's relaxing, taking care of your body without a single thought in your mind, you want james to experience it, too.

"let me just pull your hair back first." you say quietly, using tiny hairclips to secure his curls.

"why are you whispering?" he asks, whispering.

"i wanna create a relaxing ambience for you." you answer. "whispering is a part of it."

"oh." he teases. "okay."

you take your face toner in your hand, pouring some of it on a cotton pad. "close your eyes, jamie." you say, start applying it on his skin.

james relaxes into the pillow, his hands keep you balanced on his thighs. he likes how excited you get to take care of him, he likes being spoiled by you. your fingers are gentle on his face, almost invisible.

"now i'm gonna put on a face mask, handsome." you say, tearing the package of the mask. "it can feel a bit cold."

"that's okay." he mumbles. you place the mask on his skin carefully, adjusting the sides to cover his entire face. "what does this do?"

"um," you read the package. "it's for hydration mostly, and it has vitamin c in it."

"cool." he has no idea what vitamin c does for skin.

"we're gonna wait for 15 minutes." you say. "can i massage your hands while we wait?"

this must be some kind of special heaven for james. he gives you his hands blindly, you put on hand cream on the back of his hands and start rubbing it nicely on his skin.

james sometimes complains about how rough his hands feel, he washes them a lot and always neglects applying moisturizer. the cream feels good, like he has the skin of a baby now. you're being really sweet on him, he likes the way his muscles loosen up under your fingers.

"you're an angel." he says, a deep sound coming from his throat when you press a tight spot between his thumb and forefinger. "my fucking angel."

you smile, giving the same care to his other hand. james feels his hands go numb when you're finished. you clean the remnants of the cream on your hands before taking the mask off his face. "there you go." you put the used mask aside. "feels good?"

"i feel like a baby."

you laugh. "you're gonna be like a baby when i'm done."

it's a nice promise, james likes it very much. "i'm gonna apply some under eye cream now." you whisper. "you have no dark circles, i'm so jealous."

"it's because i actually have a sleeping schedule, lovely girl." he smiles. "something you lack, you know."

"hmm."

you massage his face a little bit before applying some moisturizer. you don't think any more products are needed for james, his skin is already perfect and the mask takes care of a lot of things. you want his face to be relaxed, so you keep your fingers on his cheeks. he smiles a lot, there are little lines on the corners of his lips and eyes that start forming. you can't help yourself, you kiss his lips softly. he immediately reacts but you pull yourself back, focusing on your work.

"what's the point of relaxing if i'm not gonna get a kiss?" james frowns.

"you'll get your kisses." you promise. "when i'm done."

applying moisturizer is so easy, his skin is glowing now. you make sure you cover every little spot on his face. "it smells good." he says. you nod even though his eyes are closed. "it really does." you say.

"and now," you put the cream away. "lip mask."

"lip mask?" james opens his eyes. "how will i kiss you if i have something on my lips?"

you laugh at his dramatics. "it never stopped you before. you always ruin my lipstick, remember?"

"not the same thing."

"come on, be a good boy for once." you tease. james parts his lips in shock. "once? this is a vile accusation."

you stop him, putting on a tiny bit of lip mask on his lips. he presses his lips together clumsily. "it tastes nice. is that strawberry?"

"you're not supposed to eat it!" you laugh. "leave some of it at least."

"mm, okay." he says. you fix his hair, and put a kiss on his cheek. you hand him the remote before leaving his lap. "i'm gonna bring you some cookies, can you pick a show?"

james nods, watches you clean up the mess through sleepy eyes. his skin has never felt this soft, he wants to pinch his own cheeks. he opens up the show you both like as he waits for you.

you come back with a plate full of cookies. james pulls you into his lap again. "i'm gonna eat just one." he says smugly. "i can't ruin my lip mask and i don't want crumbs on my face."

you laugh. "you're getting really good at this skincare thing."

"thanks to my angel." he says, he kisses your cheek three times. "i love you so much."

"i love you, too, baby." you say, your hand in his curls. "i can do it anytime you want."

"good, because i don't think i can go on without this anymore." he says like it's so obvious. "now, i remember i was promised kisses."

you settle down on his lap. "i don't wanna ruin your lip mask."

"it's not ruining, babe." he disagrees. "i'm willingly sharing my lip mask with you."

you laugh until your chest hurts.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fic #james potter x fem!reader #james potter fanfic #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #james potter fanfiction #marauders #marauders era #marauders imagine #marauders fanfic #marauders fic #marauders fics

[estellan0vella]

So Many Legs, So Many Eyes ❀ includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna, Yuji, Yuta & Megumi

Masterlist

You let out a shriek, loud enough to rival a banshee, as the spider scuttles across your desk. Instantly, Satoru appears by your side, a wide grin plastered on his face. His blue eyes twinkle with amusement behind his signature sunglasses.

"Relax, sweets, it's just a tiny spider," he teases, his voice laced with laughter. He bends down, effortlessly scooping the arachnid into his hand.

You move to the other side of the room, putting distance between you and the creature with too many eyes and too many legs. "Get rid of it, Satoru! Please!"

He chuckles, stepping towards the window. "As you wish," he says dramatically, flinging the spider outside. He turns back to you, still grinning. "Next time, I'll charge a rescue fee."

Suguru walks into the room, his serene expression faltering as he sees you backed into a corner, eyes wide in terror. Following your gaze, he spots the spider on the floor.

With a soft sigh, he approaches you, his movements calm and measured. "You really are scared of these, aren't you?" he murmurs, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He picks up the spider gently, cradling it in his palm. "There, there," he coos to the spider, opening the window to release it.

You let out a shaky breath, clinging to his sleeve. "Thank you, Suguru."

He gives you a gentle smile, though you can see the laughter dancing in his eyes. "Always here to save the day," he says, patting your head.

Nanami enters the room, instantly alert at your scream. His eyes narrow as he follows your pointing finger to the spider on the wall.

"Stay calm," he says in his usual composed tone, though you can see the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. He grabs a tissue, carefully trapping the spider.

"Honey, it's just a spider," he mutters, but there's a playful glint in his eyes. He disposes of the spider and washes his hands meticulously.

You exhale in relief, still clinging to his arm. "I can't help it. I hate them."

He chuckles softly, patting your back. "It's fine. I'll be your spider exterminator," he says, the hint of a smile breaking through his stern demeanour.

Choso rushes into the room, his usually stoic face filled with concern as he hears your scream. He quickly assesses the situation, spotting the spider on the ceiling.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice gentle yet firm. He reaches up, easily grabbing the spider with his long fingers.

You nod, still trembling. "I'm... I'm fine. Just please, get rid of it."

He walks to the window and releases the spider outside, turning back to you with a small, reassuring smile. "There, it's gone."

You sigh in relief, leaning into his comforting presence. He chuckles softly, his eyes warm. "I didn't know you were this scared of spiders. It's... kind of cute," he admits, his smile widening.

Toji bursts into laughter as he sees you perched on top of the couch, eyes wide with terror. "Seriously, doll? A spider?" he asks, his voice filled with mirth.

"Toji, please!" you beg, your voice trembling. "Get rid of it!"

Still chuckling, he strides over and crushes the spider with his bare hand. "There, happy now?" he asks, wiping his hand on his pants.

You scramble off the couch, glaring at him. "You think this is funny?"

He grins, ruffling your hair. "A little bit," he admits. "But I'll always be here to save you from the big bad spiders," he adds, his tone softening slightly.

Sukuna watches you with a smirk, thoroughly entertained as you scramble away from the spider. "Pathetic," he drawls, his voice dripping with disdain and amusement.

"Please, Sukuna, just get rid of it!" you plead, backing into a corner.

With an exaggerated sigh, he flicks his fingers, incinerating the spider instantly. "Happy now?" he asks, his eyes glinting with dark humor.

You nod, still shaking. "Thank you," you whisper.

He chuckles, stepping closer and tilting your chin up. "You should be more grateful," he says, his voice a dangerous purr. "After all, not everyone gets saved by the King of Curses."

The scream that leaves your lips is bloodcurdling, echoing through the entire apartment. Yuji comes rushing in and he finds you standing on the couch, pointing a trembling finger towards a corner of the ceiling.

"A spider! It's huge!" you exclaim, voice quivering with fear.

Yuji's eyes follow your gaze, spotting the small arachnid leisurely making its way across the wall. "That's what's got you all worked up?" he asks, a grin tugging at his lips despite his efforts to stay serious.

"Yuji, don't laugh! Just get rid of it, please," you beg, clutching a pillow to your chest as if it’s a shield.

He nods, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. Grabbing a tissue, he approaches the spider, making sure to capture it without squishing it. As he carries the tissue-wrapped spider to the window, he can’t help but glance at you, your eyes wide and unblinking, still perched on the couch.

After safely releasing the spider outside, he turns back to you. "All clear. The monster has been vanquished," he announces with a playful bow.

You let out a shaky breath and finally step off the couch, glaring at him half-heartedly. "Thanks, Yuji. And stop laughing."

He puts his hands up in surrender, a broad smile on his face. "I’m not laughing! Promise. But you’ve gotta admit, you’re kinda cute when you’re scared."

The minute the spider appears on the kitchen counter, your legs move before your mind can process it, carrying you halfway across the room in a flash. Yuta looks up from his book, concerned at your sudden movement, and sees you trembling with wide eyes fixed on the counter.

“Yuta, there’s a spider!”

He sets his book down calmly, walking over to you with a gentle smile. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ll take care of it,” he says softly. His calm demeanor is a stark contrast to your panic, which helps soothe you a little.

As Yuta approaches the counter, he spots the tiny creature. He lets out a quiet, almost inaudible chuckle, but quickly covers it with a cough. “Alright, little guy, time to find a new home,” he mutters to the spider, grabbing a glass and a piece of paper to trap it.

With practiced ease, he scoops the spider up and carries it to the window. You watch him, heart still racing but beginning to slow as you see how effortlessly he handles the situation. Once the spider is safely outside, he turns to you, his eyes sparkling with amusement but his expression kind.

“All done,” he announces, walking back to you.

“Thanks, Yuta. I really appreciate it.”

He pulls you into a comforting hug, chuckling softly. “Anytime. And don’t worry, I’ll always protect you from the big bad spiders.”

You’re in the middle of reading when you notice the spider descending from the ceiling on a thin thread of silk. Your book slips from your hands as you scramble backwards, a yelp escaping your lips. “Megumi!”

Megumi looks up from his own book and he spots the spider before he sighs, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips. “Really?” he says, standing up.

You nod frantically, pointing at the spider now dangling ominously close to your abandoned book. “Please, Megumi, get rid of it!”

With a shake of his head, he approaches the spider, grabbing a nearby cup and a piece of paper. Deftly, he traps the spider in the cup and slides the paper underneath. “You know, they’re more afraid of you than you are of them,” he comments, walking to the window.

"I highly doubt that," You mutter, making sure you're far away from Megumi. "I think I'm about to have a stroke"

You can see the corners of his mouth twitch as he releases the spider outside. “All done,” he announces, turning back to you.

“Thank you,”

Megumi’s eyes are soft, though his lips are pressed tightly together, clearly holding back a smile. “You’re welcome. Try not to let them scare you so much,” he advises, his tone gently teasing.

You roll your eyes, but a smile tugs at your own lips. “Easier said than done.”

He chuckles, finally letting the amusement show on his face and you nudge him as he pulls you into his arms.

"What are you going to do if I get a spider shikigami?"

"Leave you,"

"Wow! No hesitation,"

The phobia is real guys ✊😔

I'm a feminist until I need my bf to save me from a spider

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #megumi x reader #yuji x reader #yuji x you #itadori x you #yuji itadori x you #itadori x reader #yuji itadori x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta x y/n #yuta x you #yuta x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x reader

[killerlookz]

Joost Klein x Goth!Gf Headcannons

content: SFW and NSFW headcannons below the cut, 18+ MDNI, this work contains rpf and has been tagged as such, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

SFW Headcannons

You're pretty much his personal makeup artist now, anytime he wants to do his fun little facepaint looks (like the mime or kiss makeup) you're the first one he's asking to help him out

He absolutely doesn't mind you kissing him with your lipstick on and is in no rush to wash off the dark-colored lipstick prints you leave on his cheeks after you do so, sometimes letting them sit there for hours while he goes about his day.

You can't tell me that this man doesn't absolutely love going to the goth clubs. It's definitely a different speed than he's usually used to, and some of the music may be a little slow for his taste but that man just absolutely loves dancing and the nightlife in general.

He definitely dresses up to "fit in" to go to the goth clubs too! Putting on whatever black items he can find in his closet, usually a pair of rugged black jeans adorned with a thick belt either studded or with a big buckle and some black shirt he spent far too much money on. He usually ends up looking more like he's about to join Opium or Drain Gang than he does goth, but your heart entirely melts at the fact that he's trying.

You absolutely inspire him to buy a pair of New Rocks (side note im actually surprised ive never seen him in new rocks they're very his style lol) and he just absolutely towers over you in them, which he finds very amusing (cue him teasing you about being "short" even though the platforms of those shoes are like 10 cm, making him like 198 cm/ 6'5)

If you are wearing big shoes and they start to hurt he will absolutely carry you back to wherever you need to go- The same goes for if you're breaking in new shoes- you're out and about together and all of a sudden you start treading behind him, walking awkwardly due to the blisters forming on your heels and the backs of your ankles- and he knows, you don't even have to say anything, he just stops dead in his tracks, and bends down for you to get on his back.

Thrifting/ DIYing dates!!! It becomes a tradition for the two of you to go out to thrift/consignment stores and pick out pieces for the two of you to style or DIY into something. He loves it especially when you DIY things for him, and always shows off the clothes/accessories you put together for him, "Oh you like my necklace? Yeah, my girlfriend made it for me."

He laces up your corsets for you! No longer do you need to struggle trying to reach behind your back to tie your corsets. He's always so delicate about it too, "You're sure I'm not squeezing you too tight?" Running his hands all along your sides and your hips after he finishes tying it shut.

He definitely just thinks you are so cool, despite having his own unique style himself, he is just in so much awe of you being yourself, and just genuinely finds you to be the coolest person on Earth, whether its the way you do your makeup, or dress, or the music you listen to, he's just obsessed.

He'll absolutely tease you a little bit though, cue him singing "Because toniiiight will be the noiiight that I will fall for yewwww over agaiiiin" at you because he knows it pisses you off *just a little* you'll chastise him for that being emo not goth, but he still finds it funny regardless, and he loves seeing that little smile you give him when you're trying to pretend to be mad at him, but really you're holding back a laugh

He loves when you wear his necklaces or his fancy belts to accessorize with

Getting tattoos together is a muuuust, he's not so into the idea of matching tattoos, but just spontaneously on a whim being like, "hey do you wanna get another tattoo today?"

NSFW Headcannons

You CANNOT count how many new fishnet tights you've had to buy from Joost being far too impatient to get you undressed, bending you over, lifting up your skirt and just ripping the flimsy fabric open, not even bothering to take them off of you.

However, when the sex is more romantic he absolutely loves taking his time with you, so delicately removing each of your layers (and us goth girlies know... we wear a looot of layers lmaoo) he just loves being all sensual about it, he also just for sure enjoys teasing you with how excruciatingly slow he is about it.

Loves seeing how much he can ruin your makeup, whether its smudged lipstick or eyeliner dripping down your face, the messier the better.

In addition to fucking up your makeup he loves when you go down on him while you're wearing lipstick, the way your lipstick smears as you take him in your mouth, god he finds it so hot.

Obsessed with when you wear leather or latex!! Oof the way the tight, shiny material hugs your body, he cannot get enough, and honestly is ready to take it off of you the second you slip it on.

He absolutely adores you in lace too (especially black lacey lingerie) when you wear lacey tops with nothing but a bra underneath... (same can be said for a fishnet top) oooooh girl he is absolutely feral, the way you're technically "covered" but still exposed in all the right spots... whew

If you have long/pointy nails he looves feeling you dig them into him as he fucks you,

Whenever the two of you go out to the goth clubs things definitely get very steamy, always ending up with his arms wrapped around your waist and your ass pressed against his crotch as your bodies move together to the dark, slow, synthy music.

He loves it when you bite him! Always calling you his little vampire as you suck on his neck, leaving pretty little lovebites and lipstick smudges on his skin. (vampire/blood kink goes brrrr wait what who said that hAHAHHAHHA)

Fucking to goth music is a MUST... not sorry about it, bands like Depeche Mode and She Wants Revenge are top tier sex music, him mumbling along to Tear You Apart, his lips pressing into your neck, sending vibrations down your spine as he slowly undresses you.

Also fucking while watching horror movies hehehehe, there's just something about the suspense and tension that gets your blood going, one second you're watching the TV anxiously, and the next second he's on top of you as you're begging for him to please fuck you.

#joost klein #joost klein x reader #joost klein smut #joost klein x f!reader #joost klein rpf #rpf

[fractualized]

"#if the depiction is aware of the context of this image #and why it's so fucked #then yeah I'm into it"

well I'm not aware of the context but now I'd like to be 👀

Haha, oh boy. Apologies for how long this is, but I felt some context is useful. (And there's even more context than all of this!)

Alright, so here again is the panel in question:

Out of context, we have Bruce praising his friend Clark for making him believe in the impossible, and Clark happy to have a friend who believes in him.

In context...

This image is from Justice League (2018) #25, which takes place in the lead-up to Dark Nights: Death Metal. The full storyline, "The Sixth Dimension," starts in #19, but long story extremely short, in their attempts to find a viable plan to stop the consequences of breaking the Source Wall that surrounds the multiverse, the League finds themselves going up against another version of the League in a future dimension of their own multiverse, except for Clark, who is trapped on a dark planet in a pocket universe.

Silver Fox Clark turns out to be the World Forger. He says that the perfect world he's shown the rest of the League up to this point is the only version of the multiverse where the League ensured the multiverse's survival. They did so by determining which beings would side with doom instead of justice, and then locked up or killed all those beings to ensure the multiverse survives judgment. (If you want any of this to make more sense, you'll have to read Snyder's whole multiverse thing.) To prevent the impending calamity, the World Forger wants to replace the present multiverse with this future one.

The League refuses, of course… except Batman expresses doubt. So the World Forger sends the others to be imprisoned on Apokolips, but he talks with Bruce one-on-one.

The World Forger says Bruce needs to convince the rest of the League. He also says that it's possible Clark will escape the dark planet, and no doubt doom the whole plan.

And Bruce chooses.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN

So that's bad! Also, to make it worse, we learn that Future Bruce achieved this future by brainwashing everyone before he died, but that's a weirdly small detail.

Of course the League escapes Apokolips and find themselves battling not just the World Forger and their future brainwashed selves, but Batman. During this fight, Bruce tries to convince his team that the World Forger's plan is the only way they can save everything. In the meantime, Clark is struggling to complete the flight out of the pocket universe.

Clark gets to the suns via the power of will and love and all that good stuff, and he makes it back! He stops the World Forger from overwriting the multiverse, and then Bruce explains his thinking.

Yay! They found another way forward! So let's just glide past:

1) Bruce agreeing not only that the World Forger's plan was likely their only chance, but that the League had a better chance of winning if Clark died. 2) Bruce giving Clark a chance to prove his doubt wrong by pushing the suns further away from Clark. It was entirely up to Clark if he had the hope and will to travel even further than he originally had to in order to get back. (I keep thinking that Bruce had to have meant he figured out how to put the suns in a better position for Clark to get to them, but he explicitly does not say that.) 3) How if Clark didn't manage to make it back, Bruce was fully prepared to align with the World Forger and brainwash his friends.

Admittedly, yes, if you read the whole storyline, there are many pages of Clark struggling to get out of the pocket universe, even before Bruce moves the suns. The reader is meant to understand that Bruce pushing Clark even harder is what made this victory possible.

But that doesn't mean that Clark responding like "aw, shucks, thanks" isn't wildly fucked!

To be clear, I'm not saying there aren't superbat fans who share the initial panel because they like exploring how Bruce's bonkers behavior affects Clark, and how that behavior gets repeatedly dismissed as Bruce just being a loner with a heart of gold. But when that image gets posted in isolation, inevitably some of the people who share it will be those who prefer a rosier view of superbat, and sorry, it's just funny.

Read comics: you'll understand more, and it'll ruin everything!

#superbat #batman #superman #bruce wayne #clark kent #my jibber-jabber #ask

[03jyh23]

— i love every inch of you || jeong yunho

established relationship, idol-yunho x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

trigger warnings: none(?) but for the love of god do not interact if you're a minor

words: 1.9 k

reminder: what you’re about to read is purely fiction, so let’s keep it separate from reality.

!!!minors do not interact!!!

— hi there! so today i have nothing to say i just love yunho and that's it can somebody give him to me, please

love, monika. ♡

if you enjoyed this post, i’d be so grateful for a little love – a like, reblog or comment would truly make my day!

Yunho returned from the bathroom; a towel casually draped around his waist. You were already prepared for bed, sitting comfortably on the plush bedspread, a pillow behind your back. Your attention was initially glued to your phone's screen, but within a minute of your boyfriend entering the room, your gaze shifted. Your eyes took in the sight before you, appreciating the view. You watched the droplets of water cascading down from his dark, wet hair, trailing down his long, elegant neck, and further down to his impressively toned abs, glistening under the room's soft lighting. 

"Baby, you're staring," Yunho remarked with a playful chuckle in his voice. 

Caught in the act, you only smirked, unapologetically continuing your admiration. "Can you blame me?" you retorted; your voice filled with playfulness. 

"No, not at all," Yunho replied, his voice laced with laughter. He gracefully moved towards you, the soft glow of the room reflecting off his damp skin, giving him an almost ethereal glow. 

"You should be glad I'm not drooling over you," you teased, your words laced with playful sarcasm. 

Yunho looked at you with playful disappointment, feigning offense. "Seriously? Drooling?" 

You giggled, gently tugging at the edge of his loosely tied towel. "What can I say? You're quite a sight." 

Shaking his head in amusement, he leaned down to press a kiss on your temple. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment, even if it makes me sound like a piece of meat." 

"Not just any piece of meat," you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him closer. "A very delicious, prime cut," you whispered against his lips with a wide smile. 

Yunho laughed, "I guess I should be flattered?" 

"Definitely," you agreed, "And very grateful." His playful demeanor gave way to a tender expression, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He once again pressed a soft kiss, this time on your forehead, the warmth of his breath mingling with the coolness of his damp skin. 

"Scoot over," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. You shifted to the side, making room for him. Yunho then sat down beside you, getting comfortable as he leaned into the headboard. 

"How is it even possible for someone to be as hot as you are?" you asked, half-joking, half-serious.

Yunho leaned in closer, the corners of his mouth curving into a teasing smirk. "You flatter me too much, baby," he said, his voice a soft whisper against your ear. But you saw the faint blush creeping up his neck, and you knew your words affected him, despite his nonchalant exterior. Your fingers reached out, tracing the contours of his face as if it were the first time you saw him. His eyes closed at your touch, a content sigh escaping his lips. 

''I’ve watched the interview that was aired today," you began, your tone serious and a hint of disapproval lacing your words, "and to be honest, I didn’t like it one bit." 

Yunho, taken aback by your sudden comment, furrowed his brows in confusion and a mild hint of concern. "What exactly do you mean by that?" he questioned; his voice filled with genuine curiosity. 

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before responding, "Well, during the interview, you mentioned that you wish you were smaller, and I found it quite… unsettling." As you spoke, you slowly moved to sit on Yunho’s lap, placing each of your knees on either side of him. In response, he put his hands on your lower back, sending shivers down your spine. Then, you leaned in to plant a soft, comforting kiss on his neck, he shivered under your kiss, amused by your brave actions. "I love every inch of you, Jeong Yunho" you declared, your eyes filled with admiration and affection. As you spoke, you gently placed featherlight kisses along his jaw, trailing downwards to his neck and collarbones, each kiss a silent testament to your love for him. Yunho tilted his head back, allowing you more access to his neck. His eyes closed, the corners of his mouth curling upward into a content smile. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer until there was no more space between your bodies. You admired the way his body reacted to your touch, his skin breaking out in goosebumps and his breath becoming slightly shallower. "I love that you're bigger than me," you murmured, your words soft against his skin. "I love the feeling of being enveloped by you, protected by you. That wouldn't be possible if you were smaller." Your fingers traced the dips and curves of his abs, eliciting a soft groan from him. Your compliments seemed to ease any insecurities he held, his body relaxing under your touch. "I love how your arms wrap around me, making me feel safe and cherished," you continued, your fingers trailing higher to his broad shoulders, "I love how your body towers over mine, it makes me feel protected." Your words were like a soothing balm, erasing any self-doubts he might have had.

He let out a soft sigh, his arms pulling you closer. His eyes met yours, and you saw a mix of relief and tenderness in them. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a whisper against your ear. Yunho gently lifted your chin, ensuring your eyes met his. A blush was creeping onto his cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss. His hand rested on your waist, keeping your body close to his. The kiss was soft yet passionate. You could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing your own. His fingers traced gentle circles on your waist, eliciting a soft sigh from you. The kiss deepened, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer if that was even possible. His hands moved from your waist to your back, holding you securely against him. Eventually, you both pulled away for air, your foreheads resting against each other. Yunho's eyes were filled with affection as he looked at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. 

You couldn't help but smile at his words, your heart swelling with love for this man. "I love you too, Yunho," you replied, your voice just above a whisper. You leaned in to capture his lips once more. You smiled at him as you pulled away; your heart filled with nothing but love. "Never forget," you said, your voice serious, "You're perfect just the way you are." Your hand cupped his cheek, thumb gently stroking his skin. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing at the comforting sensation. You took this opportunity to capture his lips yet again in a passionate kiss, pouring all your emotions into it. As you pulled away, you whispered, "Never wish to change anything about you." With your words, you wanted to reassure him that every part of him was loved, every flaw, every quirk, every trait that made him the man you loved. 

Yunho opened his eyes, looking at you with newfound admiration and love. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. 

"I don't want even a small inch of you to disappear," you pouted, as Yunho tenderly tucked your hair behind your ear, his eyes admiring your face. Feeling playful, you flashed him a wide smile, your fingers teasingly reaching for the hem of his towel. Yunho chuckled, catching your hand before you could go any further. "And I definitely don’t want to see your 'friend' getting smaller," you teased, your tone flirtatious.

Yunho burst into laughter at your comment, his eyes twinkling with amusement, his cheeks tinted with a faint blush at your playful remark. "Oh, is that so?" he replied, his voice teasing. "Well, lucky for you, he's more than happy to make an appearance anytime you want." 

You grinned mischievously, enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. "Is that a promise?" you asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively while gently moving your hips against his crotch. 

"Careful now," Yunho teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Someone might get the wrong idea." You laughed, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. 

"Oh, I think that someone is getting the right idea," you shot back, a mischievous glint in your eyes. You pressed yourself against Yunho's crotch once more, your moves bolder this time, confidence radiating in every movement. His hands tightened on your hips, a groan escaping his lips at the sensation. The playful atmosphere had shifted into something more heated, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. You were fully aware of the effect you were having on him, his eyes darkening with desire. Steadying yourself, you grabbed hold of one of Yunho's broad shoulders, your hips pressing into him with more force, as if you were on a mission. His body responded in kind, his hands guiding your movements, a low growl escaping his lips. The room filled with the intoxicating tension between you two, the playful banter having long been replaced with a heated exchange of smoldering looks and soft gasps. 

"You're driving me crazy," Yunho murmured, his voice husky as he tried to control his breathing.  

You chuckled, a wicked glint in your eyes. "That's the plan." His hands moved to your waist, guiding you with a firm yet gentle grip. The rhythm of your movements became more synchronized, the shared heat between you two increasing with every passing moment. Yunho's eyes were glued to you, admiration and desire evident in his gaze. Your fingers tangled in his damp hair, tugging slightly to elicit a groan from him. Feeling Yunho's evident arousal against you, you bit your lip, your eyes meeting his. A playful smirk appeared on your lips as you teased, "Well, hello, sir." 

Yunho flushed at your comment, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Well, he's certainly happy to see you," he retorted, a playful glint in his eyes. With a swift motion, Yunho suddenly flipped you over, his strong hands pinning your wrists above your head. The surprised gasp that escaped your lips was quickly swallowed by his, as he dipped down to claim your mouth in a passionate, fiery kiss. His lips moved against yours with a fervor that left you breathless, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth with a dominance that was uniquely Yunho. His damp hair brushed against your forehead as he loomed over you, his eyes filled with an unspoken promise. The desire in his gaze was apparent, making your heart flutter in anticipation. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and a wave of desire coursed through your body in response. Despite having your wrists pinned, you managed to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Yunho groaned at the contact, his hips instinctively grinding against yours, causing you to gasp at the sensation. "Remember you asked for it," he whispered softly into your lips, his warm breath mixing with yours, making you shiver with anticipation. His voice, deep and husky, sent a thrilling chill down your spine, igniting a burning desire within you. His hands, strong yet gentle, traced the contours of your body, making you squirm under his touch. Every nerve in your body tingled with anticipation, and you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the night was only just beginning.

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[theotherbuckley]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 😘

Here's some more of my bucktommy 10 + 1 pet names fic. It's currently exam season so I haven't had much time to write (also if you sent in ask prompts for writing and drawing for my 1K celebration I swear I'm getting to it, just after exams probably). Anyway here's a snippet of the boys attempting Muay Thai and getting a lil side tracked.

Tagged by @perfectlysunny02 <3 (also thanks for everyones tags through out the week)

They start out with light hits, mostly just teasing each other, barely putting any force into it. It’s back and forth for a bit, hit retreat, hit retreat, neither doing any damage. Tommy goes in for a harder knock, bringing his arm to Buck’s face, but he’s quick to dodge. “That all you got, cupcake?” Buck smirks, cocky. Tommy tilts his head at him, a dark glint forming in his eye. He smiles. That's all the warning Buck gets. Tommy raises his leg to Buck’s waist as he moves forward. The kick causes Buck to stumble, but he recovers, returning with a kick of his own to Tommy’s thigh, grateful for his long legs. Tommy doesn’t seem fazed, barely moving an inch from where he stands. Fucking tank. Buck pouts, his boyfriend is too big for his own good. In any other scenario, it is the best thing ever, but here, Buck can’t get over how built he is — it’s not fair.  “Come on, sweetheart. I taught you better than this,” Tommy says, trying to evoke a reaction. It works. Buck rushes forward, raising his hand to Tommy’s face, but Tommy’s faster, blocking the action and hitting right back. Buck doesn’t give up, he keeps moving into Tommy, hitting him, his elbow catching on Tommy’s shoulder hard enough to make him falter. Tommy just smiles at him, grinning wide. “That was good,” he admits, nodding in approval. Buck wipes the sweat from his forehead, moving back into position, jumping on his feet. “Come on, give it to me, hot stuff.” “That name’s not actually bad,” Tommy says. “Yeah?” Buck asks, guard dropping momentarily. It’s all Tommy needs. He seizes the moment raising his arm and pushing at Buck’s shoulder, causing him to stumble. Buck doesn’t have a chance to right himself before Tommy’s lifting his leg, hooking it under Buck’s. Buck lets out a little “oomf” as his back hits the ground, wind momentarily knocked out of him.  Tommy just smirks from him above, leaning over so that his hand rests next to Buck’s face. “Ready to tap out?” Tommy says, eyes flicking to Buck’s lips and back to his eyes. Buck blushes at their closeness, but ever stubborn he doesn’t give in. “Never,” he whispers, wrapping his leg around Tommy’s torso and flipping them so that Tommy’s now on his back. Tommy’s pupils widen, and he lets out a breathless “Fuck.”

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[jakesangel]

jake and reader who sh ꣑୧ - requested

tw//mention of sh, jake is healing n comforting reader

it doesn't go unnoticed how you always hide yourself under your clothes to jake, wearing long sleeves, no short even inside the house. he never asked you why nor why you didn't want to take showers w him or going to the beach, tho he wishes you trust him n tell him why. he understood when, one day, he saw your scars as your sleeve ride up a bit as you pass him the tv remote, but even then he didn't say anything. in fact he even forgot why he wanted the remote, only thinking about you n your problems. for the next few days, he wouldn't stop thinking about it, on why you aren't trusting him or what is going on that he doesn't know off.

few days later, he would come over unnoticed wanting to surprise you, and keeping an eye on you, but to his surprise your place was dark n silent. he wouldnt call you, thinking your asleep. so after he removes his outside clothes n his shoes, he'd go straight to your room, without making any noises, wanting to cuddle you n protecing you in your sleep. as jake opens the door, he almost burst out a yell, panick filling his body, seeing you unfazed state on your bed. tho he doesn't know what to do, he'd quickly compose himself to not make it harder to you. he would let shaky breath as he walk towards you, his eyes set on your frame whereas your eyes,full of tears stays on the ceiling avoiding his reaction. you've tried very hard to protect jake from all your problem, yet he is here n you can't bring yourself to move. y/n ? he called suprinsingly softly, i'm gonna take this away okay ?, taking the vile object off of your bed. he would then kneel next to your bed, please look at me, love, n give you a pained smile, tears building, as you turn your head to his side. come on let's get you cleaned up, as he puts his hands behind your shoulder, helping you to get up.

he would help you, water running where it is red, flinching along side w you when it hurts to munch. he will be the one drying you n disinfect everything. n it's only then he would break the tense silence, does it hurt ?, he'd softly ask as he puts some bandage on your arm. he'd nod at your answer, still not knowing how to handle this very serious situation but he would do what he knows the best : to hug you, to engulf you n protect you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world which you are to him. if you stay silent, he will pull you in a hug, keeping you close, wanting nothinf else to hurt you. but if you thank him he would also comfort you w words my angel, i hope you know how munch i love you n how much i wishes you know you can trust me. i know when things gets hard we can't help but go back to what's the easiest way to cope, even if it's bad for us and even if we promised to not do it again. that's just how we are. and i will not force you to stop nor talk about it but please, baby, can you promise me to fight the urges ? you dont have to tell me when you want to do it but can you come to me first ? im sorry if i made you feel like i wont always be there for you but i am. is it alright for me to ask you that ? can you promise ? please ?

notes : hai anon here is ur request ᵎ i hope i wrote it well tho i'm not close to such topic. i hope you are alright n please come to me if needed <3

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[d10nyx]

WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE - NAOYA ZENIN

ft. naoya zenin x puppy!reader

a/n: commission for the very lovely @nexysworld !! naoya is so very pretty and i was scared to write him BUT !! he was actually very fun to write. i love my asshole nepo baby :3 hope you guys enjoy, fb and reblogs are always appreciated <3

cw: 18+ content, dead dove-ish, pussy inspection, mistreatment of hybrids, forced cosmetic procedures, dub-con bcs power dynamics, praise, degradation, use of shock collars, caging, mentions of filing teeth, ear cropping, touching unhealed wounds, tail play, misogyny, spit, mean naoya, dehumanisation, orgasm denial, forced spaying, p in v, creampie, dacryphilia, neglect

word count: 3.2k words

Naoya’s bored.

It might’ve made you feel better if he had a secret soft spot - that the pressures of his clan have left him lonely and desperate for companionship, but that’s simply not the case. There’s no profound self-realization that comes with his actions, no sense of guilt when he pays one of the maids to suck him off before he kicks her to the curb.

He’s just bored. He’s always found the best cure for his boredom was to find a pretty little plaything that was willing to put up with him. But there’s only so much you can do to a human girl before she’s skittering off. Women value their life more than their job these days, a thought that has him scowling and breaking the shit in his room as soon as his latest slut cuts him off.

He needed something more permanent. A pretty thing that he can use to get his dick wet. One that isn’t crying for a relationship or money when he’s finished. He’s always found those hybrids pretty cute, and it seemed like the perfect thing to keep him entertained. A girl that knew she was lesser than him. A pet he could play with that would forgive him after a couple of head scratches and a new toy.

It’s that thought that has him dragging his ass to the nearest adoption center, his eyes scanning the kennels until he spots you.

You seem like a shy little thing, but he doesn’t see an issue with that. He’s always had more fun breaking girls in, and you’d be no exception. He hums thoughtfully for a moment, his head cocking to the side as he looks you over. He doesn’t address you or ask you any questions, but he doesn’t need to. You were cute, and that’s all he really cared about, anyway. He calls a worker over, asking to get some time alone with you.

“Well, we don't really have any private rooms for you to-”

“How much?” Naoya cuts him off without even gazing his way, his eyes locked onto your form. No point buying the goods if he doesn’t get a trial run, first.

“I'm sorry?” The worker stutters out. Naoya hates that shit. Pisses him off more than anything, acting like he doesn’t want the Zen’in’s money. Naoya knows better.

“You heard me. How much? Doesn't need to be a fancy room. Shit, I'll take a storage room. I gotta check she's worth the money, y'know?” He says with a sigh, his brows twitching slightly as he fights back a scowl.

Seems to work well enough, because the worker leads him to a staff room, telling him to wait right there. He crosses his arms over his chest, making him sigh in annoyance. He waits impatiently, but he lights up when you come padding into the room, looking all nervous.

”No need to be scared, girl.” He tells you, but his words come out in a grunt. He doesn’t really care if you’re scared of him or not, as long as you let him get a good look at you. He moves towards you when you don’t budge, gripping your chin between his fingers.

His gaze is sharp, his dark brown eyes narrowed as he looks over your features. He reaches a free hand up to your floppy ears, giving them a flick. A frown crosses over his features as he gives you an appraising gaze , clicking his tongue. “They’ll have to get done. Don’t like ‘em.”

His fingers and thumb dig into your cheeks, forcing a gap between your teeth so you open your mouth. He shoves his fingers down your throat, sighing when you gag and splutter. “Gonna have to train that outta ya. Those canines are gonna have to get fixed, too. Bet they’d fuckin’ hurt if they caught my dick.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes your spit off on your cheek, smirking when your nose wrinkles. He reaches down, tugging on your fluffy tail with a thoughtful expression. “That can stay, though. Cute.”

”Bend over the table, pup. Spread your legs, lemme see your cunt.” He orders, releasing your tail and taking a step back. Your hesitance irritates him, and his hand comes out to smack you across your face so hard that your head snaps to the side, your ears ringing. “Don’t make me say it again. I fuckin’ hate repeating myself.”

Your tail is tucked between your legs as you shift to lean over the table, those fluffy ears pressed down firmly against your head. Doesn’t bother Naoya. He kicks your feet apart, pulling your pants and underwear down in one tug. The tail is a little bit of an obstacle still, so he sighs and scratches behind your ears.

”C’mon now, baby. I didn’t mean it.” He coos, making sure he finds the spot behind your ear that has you pushing back against his hand. His tone is condescending, but that dumb puppy brain of yours can’t register that. He grins as your tail perks up and wags, showing you off to him. “That’s better. Lemme get a look at that pretty pussy.”

He kneels behind you, spreading your folds with two fingers, humming in satisfaction as strings of slick spread and break at his actions. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t pick out a puppy for that exact reason - a few words of praise, and you were soaked. He slips a finger deep into your cunt, adding another one and scissoring them open before groaning at the tightness. You felt like a virgin, too. Perfect.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wiping his spit off on your clothes before he pulls them back on. He gives your ass a few pats as he stands up, turning around to bang a few times on the door.

”Hey! I’ll take her.”

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

Naoya’s unpredictable.

It’s hard to settle into a routine with him. He can be easy to handle one moment, only to switch up at the next second. He’s never kind - that’s not the right word for him - but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his moments. If you’re good, he’ll let you curl up at the foot of his bed. Sometimes he’ll even let you sit at his feet when he’s relaxing, petting your head absentmindedly.

Those moments are few and far between. For the most part, he’s cold. He doesn’t pay much attention to you unless he’s feeding you or if it’s play time.

He shows you the most attention when he wants to play. He’ll praise you, scratch behind those freshly cropped ears standing tall on your head and run his fingertips through the fur of your tail until it’s wagging fast enough that he knows you’ll be pliant and eager for anything he wants to do to you. You’d tried whining, begging, pleading… Anything just to get him to look at you and show you some affection, but you quickly learned that the only way you could guarantee something from him was to paw at the front of his pants until he’s twitching against your hand.

His choice of affection has a bit of a side effect, and you’re unlucky enough that Naoya notices it. All it takes is one little ‘good girl’ or a scratch on your head for you to be soaked, whining and rutting against any part of him you could reach. He loves feeling you wrapped around him, but he loves teasing you even more. So, naturally, as soon as realizes how desperate his touch makes you, he decides it would be a fun little game for him to see just how needy you could get.

He’s leaning back against the couch when he spots you padding over, that fluffy tail slowly picking up speed the closer he gets to you. He can’t help but chuckle when he spots you settling on the floor by his feet, a smirk spreading across his face when you rest your chin on his thigh. Your gaze flicks up to his face, a longing expression on your features. His hand comes down to pet your head, fingers scratching your scalp gently.

”You need something, girl?” He coos, tugging on one of your bandaged ears until you whimper, biting back a laugh when you lean into the touch regardless of the pain that comes with it. You’re always so eager to please, it drives him crazy.

“Need you, please.” You whine, your ears tilting back slightly, unable to press flat against your head due to the wrapping keeping them up so they heal pointed. He grins wolfishly at your words, yanking you by the collar until you’re straddling his thigh, a mischievous going in his eyes.

”Go on then, pup. I’m too tired to deal with you myself. You can handle it, can’t you?” He hums, giving your head a pat before crossing his arms behind his head as he leans back on the couch. You give him a curious little head tilt, confusion twisting your cute little face. He loves it when you give him that look - you’re just a dumb puppy, nothing more than entertainment for him. He can’t help but feel amused, shifting his leg so he can press his thigh more firmly against your core.

”You’re a big girl, aren’t you? I’m sure you can figure it out, puppy.” You seem to get the picture, a soft, needy sound rising in your throat as the hard muscle of his thigh presses against your cunt through the fabric of your shorts. Your hips start shifting on their own, rutting against him desperately. Your mouth falls open, artificially rounded canines digging into the flesh of your bottom lip.

Your hands come down to rest on your own thighs - you know better than to touch Naoya without asking, and you don’t want this to end so soon. Your nails press into your flesh, leaving indents on the surface of the skin. Naoya’s face is a mask of indifference. There’s no sign of enjoyment from him, the only hint that he isn’t completely unaffected by your actions is the tent forming beneath the fabric of his pants. You whine when you realize he isn’t even looking at you, staring over your shoulder to look over one of the paintings on the wall.

You want him inside of you, want his strong hands to grasp your thighs as he fucks into you. The thought alone has you panting, your head hanging as your tail starts to wag again, steady behind you as you grind against his thigh more harshly. Your breaths come out heavier, your cunt soaking through the fabric of your shorts to coat his own pants.

You’re so overwhelmed with your rapidly approaching orgasm, how good it feels to finally be this close to your owner that you don’t see his hand reaching for his phone until it’s too late. You yelp as your collar zaps you, the fur on your tail standing on end as the shock makes you spasm, your hips quickly pulling away from his thigh.

”I didn’t say you could cum, did I? Bad girl.” He hisses, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you across the floor, forcing you into your crate with a swift kick. He slams the door behind you, locking it before stepping back. “You can stay there for the rest of the night. If I hear you so much as fuckin’ squeak, you’re not getting let out for the rest of the week. Got it?”

You nod quickly, but that’s clearly not good enough for him. He taps at the screen of his phone a few times before pressing his thumb down for a longer period. The voltage is higher, and he doesn’t let up on shocking you until you drop against the blanket in your crate, your fingers twitching. He scoffs at the sight, letting go of the button.

”Pathetic. If I’m talking to you, I expect an answer. Surely you’re not so stupid you’ve forgotten how to use your words?”

”N-no. I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll be quiet.” You whisper, your voice shaking slightly with the effort it takes you to hold back tears.

”Stupid mutt.” He grunts, fiddling with his trousers until he can free his cock. His jaw tenses in slight annoyance at how quickly that has you perking up, your eyes wide with interest like he’s holding a damn treat up for you. He steps closer to your crate, pressing his length down against the bars above your head. Naoya can’t help but laugh as you try to crane your head to get a taste of him, his eyes shining with amusement as your tongue laps between the gaps to catch his skin.

”Look at you. You were crying a second ago, and now you’re drooling like a bitch in heat? You are the single most pitiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on.” He muses, letting out another chuckle at the whine that spills from your lips when he pulls away from the crate.

”Go to sleep.” He grunts as he tucks himself back into his trousers, his eyes trained on your as he takes a step back. “If you’re good enough, I might let you out for breakfast.”

˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

The next morning, Naoya is wordless as he approaches your cage.You can tell from his narrowed, fox-like gaze that he hasn’t forgiven you from last night, his jaw set tight as if you hadn’t just made a small mistake. Naoya expected nothing but perfection from his pet, and it was something he made abundantly clear. He opens the door, his eyes narrowed in on your slumped over figure.

”Out.” The words are short and clipped, but firm, leaving no room to argue. It wasn’t a request, but a command. You weren’t stupid enough to ignore it.

He watches you crawl out of the cage, kneeling at his feet on the cold floor. You keep your gaze trained downwards, unable to meet his eyes. You look so pathetic it almost angers him, a crease forming between his brows as looks down at you. He slowly strips his clothes, his eyes locked onto you the entire time.

“Strip.” You listen, pulling your clothes off and adding them to his own pile on the floor. There’s no praise now, no attempts to get you wet enough to take him. He just pushes you down onto all fours before spitting directly onto your cunt as he forces his cock into your tight heat. It’s meant to be a punishment, but all it takes for you to get wet is the feeling of him stretching you out, your tail swaying side to side as his tip presses up against your cervix.

”Such a slut… Dripping as soon as you see cock. Bet it doesn’t even have to be mine, hmm? Could pass you around the whole clan and you’d gladly let each and every one of ‘em mount you until you were sore and dripping cum.” He spat, his hips rocking forward harshly. He builds up a steady pace, pounding into you brutally.

”Wouldn’t…” You manage to force out, brows furrowing as you try to rock back against his hips, your walls pulsing around his length. “Just you… want your pups.”

”Aww, that’s cute. You want me to breed you, girl? Is that it?” He lets out a cruel laugh, tugging on your tail to pull you back against him with each thrust, his cock brutally pounding into your tight cunt. “You think I’d let you carry my seed? That your bastard children could be sufficient heirs for the Zen’in clan? I’d never let you have puppies. Stupid fuckin’ bitch. Didn’t even realize I got you spayed? You just believe every little thing I tell you, huh?”

Fuck, he really likes the look of your tears. Nearly has him cumming from the way you look sobbing on his dick, the way you clench around him like you're trying to milk him dry despite how upset you are. It doesn't matter what he does to you, not when you're so forgiving. He knows he can say whatever he pleases and you'd still come running back to him, tail tucked between your legs like you were the one in the wrong.

He presses down between your shoulder blades, forcing your chest flat against the hard-wood floor as he keeps your ass in the air with his grip on your tail. With your back arched, the new angle allows him to fuck into you deeper, bullying himself into you without any regard for your pleasure. You were nothing more than something to use to him - a glorified fleshlight, at best. He only let you cum because of how tight you squeezed him when you did, how hot it was to see your dripping down his length.

This wasn’t about you right now - it was meant to be a punishment. You'd be lucky if he decided to let you cum in the following weeks, let alone today when he's still pissed off at you for almost breaking one of his rules.

His hips smack the fat of your ass with every thrust, low grunts spilling past his lips as he wraps your tail around his hand, smacking your thigh in frustration when you yelp at the discomfort that comes with it. He's increasingly glad with every pained whimper as his grip tightens that he decided not to dock your tail. It's so much better than a leash could ever be, forcing you back onto his imposing length everytime it gets too much for you and you try to crawl away.

“M'gonna cum.” He groans, harshly forcing your upper body further against the floor as he leans his weight on the hand pushing you down, slick sounds filling the room as he thrusts himself brutally in and out of your twitching pussy. He yanks on your tail, pulling you back against him as he cums with a grunt, his cock twitching inside of your abused cunt. He ruts his hips into you shallowly as he rides out his high before pulling out, smacking your ass once before standing up, ignoring your pleas to let you cum.

“Stupid mutt.” He spits out, rolling you onto your back with his foot, pressing it down against your stomach to hold you down. He spits on your face, a huff of laughter leaving him as your nose wrinkles. “I've been too good to you. Made you think you have a say.”

“You are a toy.” He continues, pulling his foot away with you before moving to gather his clothes. He pulls them on, leaving you panting and leaking his cum on the floor. “Something for me to use when I get bored.”

He makes his way to the door, shooting one last glance at you over his shoulder. “The quicker you learn that, the better.”

#naoya zenin #naoya x reader #naoya x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk smut #jjk x reader #naoya zen'in x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you

[uceyjuceyyy]

Can we get a smutty Jey 🥵

Maybe something like make up sex after a argument

A/N: I actually enjoyed writing this, thanks for requesting!🫶🏽

Paring: Jey Uso x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Language, body fluids, A bit of Angst, 18+

Word Count: 1,792

Your pov-

As my eyes adjusted to the dim morning light. I tentatively lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing my bare legs and the thin strap of my black thong underwear. Slowly, I turned my head to the side, heart pounding. There he was. Back home after the fact ive waited for him until 1am.

Jey lay next to me on his back, muscular arms folded casually behind his head, rising and falling with each deep breath. His smooth, tattooed skin seemed to glow in the soft light. Though relaxed in sleep, his full lips retained their natural deep pink hue. I studied his face and body, simultaneously hoping and fearing that if he had his dick up some groupie, I’d beat his ass.

As if sensing my gaze, Jey's eyes fluttered open. He turned his head to look at me drowsily. "Mornin'," he mumbled, stifling a yawn. 

"When did you-?" I began, but couldn't bring myself to finish the thought aloud. 

"Get home?" Jey interjected bluntly. "3am." 

He sat up, the sheets falling away to reveal his chiseled abs. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering along the deep grooves and curves of his torso. 

"You always stay out so damn late" I said, a defensive edge in my tone.

Jey's eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance. "Bruh, i told you sometimes i'm late cause the show lasts till 11, 12 at most."  

I bristled, anger rising hot inside me. "Fucking excuses!"

Scoffing, Jey raked a hand through his tousled hair. "You childish as hell," he muttered derisively. 

Now I was livid. I rose up on my knees in the bed until I was hovering over him. "I'm childish?" I retorted. "I ain't the one coming home all hours of the night even when I'm not at damn work!" 

Jey's expression shifted, eyes softening. "Chill ma," he said gently. "I got caught up in some shit, ion wanna do this wit you."

I wanted to cling to my anger, but it was already dissipating in the face of his unexpected sincerity. Still, I wasn't ready to forgive. "Whatever," I huffed dismissively, looking away.

"I mean it. I know I get back late but it aint never on no sneaky shit."

My emotions churned wildly out of control. Before I realized what I was doing, I had straddled his waist and wrapped a hand around his throat, squeezing. I thought I had power over him, but quickly he mirrored the action, his large hand encircling my slender neck. We stared into each other's eyes, faces inches apart. 

"I hate you," I ground out through clenched teeth, gripping him tighter.

Jey's eyes darkened, his full lips drawing back to reveal his grillz. "Say that shit again," he growled.  My heart pounded erratically as I repeated the words. "I hate you."

Jey's fingers flexed against my throat. I could feel him hardening beneath me, and despite our anger, desire coursed through me like electricity. Our breaths came harsh and fast, bodies tense. But underneath the rage simmered a passion that terrified and exhilarated me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to kiss him or kill him. Maybe both.

His lips came crashing down onto mine, forcing my mouth open as his tongue invaded past my teeth. Our tongues wrestled for dominance as he deepened the passionate kiss. I couldn't stop myself from giving in to the forbidden desire that raged within me. Lust and adrenaline coursed through my veins as our lips meshed together. 

Suddenly, he broke off the steamy kiss, his dark eyes narrowing as they bore into mine. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice low and gravelly. I placed my hands on his firm chest and gave him a forceful shove, causing him to fall back into the pillows with a soft thud. Before he could react, my hand came down in a stinging slap across his cheek. 

"I hate you!" I yelled, my chest heaving. A sly smirk spread across his face at my words, his eyes growing even darker with illicit need. His strong hands grasped my hips roughly and guided my body to grind against the hard bulge in his pants. I couldn't stop the breathy moan that escaped my lips at the feel of his huge, pulsing dick pressing against my most sensitive area. The friction felt so unbelievably good that I found myself grinding down harder, my body betraying how much I craved his touch despite my words.

I long to feel more of him, to connect with him fully, body and soul. Reaching down in desperate need, I pull his boxers off, exposing him completely. He responds in kind, tearing off my thong in one swift motion. His dick stands erect before me, thick and proud, covered in pulsing veins that speak to his arousal. I estimate him to be nine inches or more, capped with a blushing pink tip. Unable to resist any longer, I press my aching pussy against his rigid dick. He lets out a guttural moan at the contact, gasping "fuuuuckk..." As I begin to rock my hips, enveloping him in my slick heat, his eyes flutter closed in ecstasy. 

"I want you, I need you inside," I plead breathlessly, my movements becoming more urgent. He looks up at me through heavy lids, his full lips parted in pleasure. "I know, I know," he groans, even as his body tenses with restraint. 

He rises up to meet my lips in a kiss both soft and sorrowful, an acknowledgement of our predicament. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, clinging to him as we find a rhythm together. Our bodies melt and fuse, skin slick with sweat, hearts pounding with frustrated passion. I am dripping with need, ready to come undone, as he throbs hot against me. 

Jey’s pov-

This woman gon’ be the death of me, I swear. I gaze into her tantalizing, chocolate brown eyes, getting lost in her sexy ass. I can't help but admire her voluptuous form in all its glory. Yea, im lookin’ at yo fine ass, lookin’ at every curve and contour. I need to fuck you, cuz you mine and mine only. I know I fuck up and pissed her off, but seeing the fire in her eyes makes me wanna fuck her non-stop. I desperately need to feel her body against me, to be inside that pretty pussy. 

"Daddy needs this pussy," I moan huskily, overcome with lust. Her eyes flutter shut as she lets out a breathy moan, the faintest whisper of my name escaping her lips. She grinds against me harder, driving me wild with need. She’s soaked with anticipation, her juices flowing freely on my dick. "You can hate me all you want, but Daddy gotta claim this pussy again, mama," I growl possessively, my need for her overwhelming me. Imma make her feel it, take over this pussy, protect her and fuck the anger outta’ her. Fuck them consequences. She has this type of power over me that I can't control, body and soul, and I ain't stoppin’ ‘til I get every inch of her. I need her.

Her body jolted as I gently slid into her, our flesh merging into one entity. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering as we became whole. "Josh..." she breathed, voice thick with desire, that shits sexy as fuck i wanted to nut in her already. I grip her ass, guiding her along my dick, our rhythmic dance building momentum. My palm caressed her cheek, turning her gaze to meet mine. "this yo dick, you hear me? And dis my pussy, imma make dat shit known," I growled, primal need taking over. She moaned, “It- yes- this your pussy, fuck,”  her agreement, writhing beneath me. I flipped us over, pinning her with my weight, our bodies working in perfect sync. We moved as one, her gasps and my grunts harmonizing. I thrusted deeper in that pussy, determined to make her fully and completely mine.

As I begin to slowly grind my thick, swollen dick into her soft, wet pussy, I tease her with long, circular motions, eliciting a deep moan from within her chest. "Mmm, that's it ma... Daddy deep inside his pussy," I groan through gritted teeth. She lets out a desperate whimper in response, her voice breathy and needy, "Yes Daddy, please... I've needed you so bad." My dick twitches inside her with excitement at the way she's talking to me. "Mmm fuck yes, keep talking like that baby. You gettin’ Daddy's dick so fucking hard," I tell her, my voice gravelly and filled with lust. 

her walls grippin’ me like fuck. She's so fucking sexy, so beautiful... and I keep fucken up. Out of everyone, I had fucked up with, her - the one person who actually deserve my time. I know I need to tell her how I really feel, right here and now. As I continue my steady, deep strokes within her, I caress her cheek softly, our eyes connecting. "It's gon’ be okay, baby. We gon’ be okay. I ain't going nowhere, I promise you that, I'm sorry" I confessed to her. Her eyes begin to water slightly at my words as she gazes up at me vulnerably. "You promise?" she whimpers, her voice shaky with emotion. I press my body against hers fully, driving myself even deeper within her. "I promise, baby. I promise," I assure her, meaning every word.

Your pov-

He thrusts deeper and faster into me, consuming my entire being. I cried out in ecstasy, gasping as I clawed at his back. "You gonna cum for daddy?" he growled, increasing his pace. "Oh god, yes!" I screamed in pleasure. "Cum with me, please!" I begged him desperately. I rocked my hips to meet his urgent rhythm. The sounds of our colliding bodies and wetness filled the room as he drove himself into me repeatedly until I couldn't take it anymore. "I'm cumming!" I cried out. "Me too," he groaned, the sound sending shivers through me. Our hearts pounded as we climaxed together. Breathless, he collapsed on top of me, his release pulsing inside. Finally he rolled off and lay by my side. Jey gently pulled me to his side so that I was laying on his warm chest. I began to run my hand up and down his chest, “do you mean it?” I asked him as I shot my gaze towards him. He sat up just a bit to see me, “I am mama. We gon’ be okay. Imma do better baby.” he said. I sat up to meet his face as my lips met his. “I love you,” I said. “I love you more baby,” he replied.

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[mpregandproud]

The man of my dreams

Getting pregnant was the best thing I've ever done in my life. I used to be the invisible kid in class. I was skinny, unattractive, nobody noticed me. I never had a boyfriend, and I had a hard time finding a guy to fuck. But sometimes life has surprises in store.

One night at a fraternity party I got drunk and woke up the next day naked on a bed. I didn't remember anything that had happened the day before, but something in me felt different.

It took me a couple of weeks to figure out what it was. That night I don't remember I got pregnant. I was carrying a baby.

A month into the pregnancy, my belly was already showing a little. My skin glowed, my hair looked better than ever and my body grew. Something clicked with my fellow faculty members because from that day on I started getting visitors in my room or they would offer to accompany me to the bathrooms every time I had to leave class to pee. And it only got better as the months went by.

Frank, Isaak, Daniel, David, Aaron, Scott, Bruce, Bob… there wasn't a guy who didn't approach me since I got pregnant. Tall, muscular, blondes, brunettes, attractive, and with huge dicks. My ass had never had such a good time as it had these past few months.

But there was only one problem. The one guy I'd always liked, the one I'd been talking to at that party nine months ago, George, was the only one who hadn't paid any attention to me. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Tall, athletic, intelligent, dark hair and beard. Someone mysterious, but successful. The man of my life, even if he didn't know it yet.

These last few weeks, on the other hand, my sexual activity has slowed down quite a bit. My huge belly, I am expecting triplets after all, prevents me from going to class every day. The doctor has recommended me to rest, so my encounters have gone. My pleasure lately is to eat like a pig, while lying in my underwear on the couch watching episodes of Friends.

One of these days, while I was devouring two huge pizzas, the doorbell rang. With great difficulty I got up and approached the door. I had to stop a couple of times, because for the last couple of days the contractions have started. I'm about to give birth, it's nothing unusual.

When I opened the door my water almost broke. The man that was waiting only lives in my dreams. George was standing there, wearing a tight white T-shirt that showed all his muscles. I didn't know how to react, I didn't know what to say, I was speechless:

- "Hello, handsome" - He said to me with a perfect smile.

- "H... h... hi. What are you doing here?" - I answered with a blush on my face. Was that a dream I was seeing?

- "I think you have something that's mine… ours. Don't you?"

- "What do you mean?" - I was speechless again. What would I want to say.

- "Nine months ago we were together... don't you remember? I was scared after fucking you, it was my first time with a man and I never felt that good with someone. I was stupid, I ran away and I haven't dared to come back here".

- "You? Was it you? Did you get me pregnant?"

- "Yes, I think I did. I spent the night with you, we were together all the time and after many drinks you took me to bed."

- "Thank you. I couldn't say anything else..."

- "Thank you?"

- "Yes, thank you for giving me the greatest gift of my life." - We were both crying and smiling at the same time.

- "Get the over here!" - He grabbed my face with his two strong hands and kissed me with a passion I had never felt before.

We kissed and went to the bed. He helped me take off my boxers and ate my whole cock. Fuck, what is this, I've never been so hard. If I didn't cum four times I didn't cum any, and this had only just begun.

With the same confidence with which he appeared in my house he grabbed my belly on both sides and kissed every inch of my skin and sucked my breasts that were already a considerable size with milk. My body was filled with an electricity that I had never experienced before. I was in heaven. This is real love.

When I thought it was all over, he opened my legs and pushed his penis in. A slow, gentle movement. The gentleness, the pleasure, the rhythm. Again, this man is a sex god, and the father of my children. He is mine. He is mine. HE IS MINE.

And then... the waters broke. A whirlwind of water rushed out of me. The three little people who united us forever were coming. In the end I will not give birth alone, George is here with me. Dad and daddy, finally together.

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[mybworlds]

Chapter 4: Be different

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader (no use of Y/N) | Rating: 18+ Minors DNI | W.C.: 2.5k

Summary: Your life sounds perfect: you live with a perfect man, you live in your dream house, you do the job you love, you don't miss anything, except love and passion.

Warnings: no use of Y/N, use of you, reader is a photographer, reader has no physical descriptions except hair (no type or color) long enough to hold on to, unspecified age gap, Joel and reader are two cheaters, for a while. Smut, use of pet names, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected PiV but the first time, creampies, comeplay, oral (both f and m recieving), exhibitionism, size kink, personal use of an unspecified sex toy. No outbreak here. Let me know if I missed anything!

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You laid in your bed for almost an hour, but you can't get to sleep, remorse preventing you from sleeping.

Patrick felt you tense all evening and tried to relax you by preparing a warm bath first, a massage later, and finally holding you close to him until he falls asleep. You try to close your eyes, but the image of Joel clinging to you, his crooked smile before kissing you or have sex with you haunts you all night long. When it's almost six o'clock, you text Daisy telling her you have important things to tell her, you're sure that given the hour she's still asleep, it's Monday, and you doubt she's out clubbing with some of her pilates friends.

"Honey, are you awake yet?" Patrick asks with his voice still slurred from sleep turning in bed toward you, you barely turn your torso toward him and mumble an excuse.

You are a liar.

"What's your schedule today?" he asks clutching you even tighter resting his head on your shoulder and encircling you with his arm.

"Nothing for today, in fact I was thinking of staying home," you answer him by settling on your pillow, but staying with your eyes open staring into the dark "What about you?"

"I'm going out around 10. I have to go to a company only." he replies giving you a kiss between your shoulder and neck, "Baby, I was thinking. . . what if we invited some friends over for a barbecue on Friday night?" he asks you "If you have plans, we could postpone." he adds giving you another kiss in the same spot.

You shrug caught by a shiver, "Patrick. . ." you mutter turning to him, you would like to tell him the thruth, but you know you will hurt him so much, but you have never been someone who lies, someone who keeps quiet about things of such gravity. You feel like a monster.

The guilt is eating you alive.

Patrick's lips are soft and immediately seek yours, which very shyly open, welcoming his tongue. You kiss him, but your eyes fill with tears.

How do the others betray and go on living as if nothing is wrong?

"Why are you crying?" he asks you turning on the bedside light and turning back to you worriedly, he gives you a kiss on the shoulder "You can talk to me, you know. I'm listening," he adds again.

"I know," you say bending your head toward him.

Part of you says talk to him, the other part that deep down it's true you betrayed him, but it won't happen again so why destroy a ten plus years relationship?

He wraps an arm around your waist and looks at you with sweetness and a little concern, "Love."

"Patrick, it must be that damn pill I take for my period!" you exclaim as more tears wet the pillow "Maybe among the side effects there's mood swings." you add almost sobbing and pulling up with your nose.

He holds you tightly to him, "It's okay, relax." with one arm you see him close the light and then return to wrap you in his arms "Sssh, it's okay, I'm here."

You love Patrick, but sex with Joel Miller was great.

"You had sex with the best man?!" Daisy exclaims with a smile and squinting eyes "And? Did he make you come?" she adds, almost shouting, as you shush her by looking around and hoping you haven't attracted anyone's attention, "So?" the meddler urges.

"Yes."

"Uh huh!" she exclaims taking a sip of her nonalcoholic drink "I want some sinful details, please let me dream. Jordan can only do it missionary style now! He's good for goodness sake, but I'd also like something new!" she complains, rolling her eyes.

"Don't make the same mistake I did," you comment sipping your fruity cocktail.

"Honey, between you and me there is a difference. Jordan and I are still fine, you and Patrick are in crisis even though you keep denying it." you sigh heavily "If this shake-up serves to clear your head welcome, in fact I suggest you find him again and have another greeeeat session."

"Daisy! Stop it." you exclaim, lowering your head "It mustn't happen again, in fact I hope I never see him again."

"But why? Honey, you could have had a guy who banged you on the bed to seek only his own pleasure and take the edge off, this Joel on the other hand, yes he fucked you, but he fucked you good."

"What do you know about that?" you ask her.

"You have a different light in your eyes, even if you think it's guilt." she comments, staying silent for a minute "So how many times did he make you cum?" she asks you mischievously.

"More than once."

"Oh wow, that's wonderful." she comments dreamily "He used his fingers?" she asks again.

"No."

She whistles in approval, "I want to meet him,"

"Daisy!" you scold her, squinting.

"I only want to tell him to have more meetings with you." you laugh nervously "And in what position?"

"Um. . . missionary, but he made me feel. . ." you search for words, but those words make you shudder because you don't want to feel that way and yet you do.

"Alive? Wanted?"

"Wanted." you answer.

"Will you look for him again?"

"As far as I know his first and last name could be made up, as could everything he told me about himself. After all, I did it first, I mean. . . yes I told him I was engaged, but after I had sex with him," you answer a little uneasily.

"What about him?"

"Nothing. Daisy, but he can't say anything, we're two strangers and it's normal that there's no implication other than physical between us." you reply, shrugging your shoulders. You continue to chat some more now about Joel, now about your jobs, now about some memories, finally you remember Patrick's proposal to you about the barbecue and you invite her and Jordan for Friday night, she enthusiastically accepts.

Patrick planned big things, he bought pounds of meat, potatoes, sandwiches to stuff, several bottles of beer and some wine, liquor, in short he buys anything so that your guests can leave and think they ate their fill and had a good time. You and Patrick invite many friends, those who are married, those close to marriage, those who like you are cohabiting, only a few are still single.

You devote yourself to setting up the garden by inserting among the branches of the saplings you have many small lights, you then put in just before your guests arrive even the outside speakers for some soft music to accompany you. It's perfect, it looks like a fairy tale garden.

Patrick observes as you the garden waiting for your guests by hugging you from behind, "You did a great job, my love," he says kissing you in your hair. You lean back against his chest "We did a great job" you correct him smiling.

The first guests arrive and Patrick gets to work, you meanwhile pour them drinks exchanging small talk with the two wives of your partner's friends, you show them around the house, in short you act like a perfect housewife. You bring the speakers outside and put on the playlist of soft music as you already planned, when you turn around you see yet other couples, some you know, some you don't, and then you see Daisy running up to hugging you glad to be there, Daisy is joined shortly afterwards by her boyfriend who greets you with a big hug too and a warm smile, then Jordan excuses himself and walks over to Patrick leaving you and Daisy to your chatter. Everything is going very well, Patrick cooked everything divinely, your guests are intent on drinking, eating, laughing, chatting, in short it's a very successful evening ber. You and Daisy are on one of the little white chairs in the garden and she's telling you a silly joke, when you turn to your guests and see a face you never, ever thought you'd see there: Joel Miller, assuming that's his name.

"Oh, shit!" you exclaim, suddenly giving your back to your guests as you turn fully toward your friend who looks at you puzzled, "What's going on?" she asks.

"He's here," you reply impatiently between your teeth.

"Um, he who?" she asks still puzzled.

"Him." you insist, Daisy assumes a surprised expression.

"Oh, and who is he?"

"I dunno." you reply full of fear "Why is he here?"

"Will you tell me who is among them? If you do that you draw even more attention, my friend." she says again "Oh, oh," she adds.

"And what are you doing here?" someone asks behind you.

You look with frightened eyes first at your friend and then turn toward the person who just spoke to you, when you do, you see Joel standing next to you staring at you with a frown, you turn for a moment toward Daisy, who raises her eyebrows and then says, "I'll see you later." then she stands up and after looking at Joel for a longer moment she reaches Jordan.

"What are you doing here?" he asks you again.

You get up from your chair, "I could ask you the same!" you exclaim.

"You made it!" Patrick exclaims behind you coming up behind you all smiling at Joel "My friend!" he exclaims again hugging Joel with a pat, Joel weakly returns the hug still amazed to have found you there probably "Have you two introduced yourselves yet?" Patrick continues loosening the hug "Joel, this is my better half and my love, this is my long time friend, Joel Miller." Patrick says.

You're not sure which one of you has the more surprised look on your face, the fact is you try to disguise as best you can your already prior acquaintance by shaking hands, but you immediately lower your gaze, fuck this isn't possible, this must be a nightmare.

"How are things going, Joel?" Patrick asks placing himself at your side and absentmindedly resting an arm on your shoulders.

"Not bad." he replies simply shrugging his shoulders.

"Sarah? Your little one now how old is she?" Patrick asks again.

You wander your gaze from him to Joel, Joel tries not to even dignify you with a glance "She's fine, she's fifteen and in the midst of rebellion, you know adolescence!"

The two of them give each other a small, complicit smile, "Honey, would you please go get Joel and me a beer?" you nod with a small smile at Patrick, while casting a puzzled glance at Joel.

It takes you longer than it should, you are in fact lost in thought that Joel himself has cheated on his partner, and what's more, he has a daughter! So, you should feel even less guilty. When you return to the two of them, you find them intent on laughing and shaking their heads about an incident happened in Joel's company, "Thank you, babe." Patrick says giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, a kiss you barely manage to return considering who is in front of you. "Thank you." replies Joel in a neutral tone to whom you somewhat brusquely hand his beer.

"Patrick!" Edward, another of your friends, calls him, "Come on, lazybones, there are still these sausages to roast!"

"Coming!" replies Patrick immediately, waving an arm "Love, will you entertain Joel some more while I'm gone?" he asks in a whisper.

"Why?" you ask hesitantly.

"Well, ever since his wife left with his daughter, he's always alone and I feel sorry for him." he replies causing a knot in your throat, you turn a glance toward Joel who sips his beer looking toward the small crowd "Can you do this for me?" you nod "Thanks, babe." he adds again placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling away.

You hesitate, sighing thoughtlessly. You lean closer to him, "So...you and Patrick are friends?"

"Yeah, and you and him are together." he says looking down at his beer turning the bottle over in his hands "Patrick has always been a lucky son of a bitch," he adds taking a sip of his beer "Always good grades, nice girls," he adds again "I had my good times too, uh. I don't envy Patrick, I never did." he clarifies and then finally looks into your eyes for a long moment "So, you are unhappy with Patrick, uh?"

You furrow your brow, "Don't judge me," you reply annoyed.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are, I recognize that look," you say still piqued.

"No, you don't. Me too, I thought everything was fine with my ex-wife, and look where I am now," he continues, taking the last sip of beer.

"What happened?" you ask him taking the bottle from his hands and walking to the kitchen inside to throw the bottle away.

"The most trivial thing in the world," he tells you as you walk into the kitchen "I was so focused on work, she wanted more attention and so one day she made me find the lawyer's letter." he concludes in a sigh leaning against the kitchen cabinet "She then moved to Michigan near her parents and took Sarah away."

"'m sorry," you say laying a hand on his forearm squeezing it just barely "How long ago did that happen?" you ask again.

"Six years ago." he replies raising his eyebrows at you with a sad look "Since then, the idea of tying myself down scares me." he confesses "I can't do it, it's like disappointment, defeat blocked me." he adds shaking his head "Since then I only have casual encounters." he says again looking at you, you lower your gaze "However, usually, they are all single women. I never had sex with a busy woman or a friend's girlfriend." he clarifies again "I'm not a homewrecker. In fact, sorry if I crossed the line last time and even made you feel uncomfortable, that was not my intention."

You shake your head, "We were wrong, Joel." you add, barely squeezing his shoulder "I'm sorry if I overreacted, I knew that. . . I mean, that it was just sex, but I've been a bit hysterical."

He gently strokes one cheek and then absentmindedly touches your lower lip with a fingertip, you observe first his lips and then his eyes "If you look at me like that, we could start again." he warns you with a half smile.

"The truth is. . . on the one hand I'm regretful, but on the other. . . I loved every single moment." you admit, looking him straight in the eye.

"So do I." he says, his gaze wandering from your eyes to your lips. The situation could escalate at any moment, when interrupting everything is Patrick himself "There you are!" he exclaims enthusiastically "What's going on?" he asks, Joel immediately withdrawing his hand from your face.

"Nothing." you reply, pulling your hand away from his shoulder "Joel was just telling me about the divorce."

You look Joel in the eye for a longer moment and then turn away from him and flank Patrick.

"Bad story." comments Patrick simply "Come on, come on over. The sausages are ready to be served and the boys want to try karaoke."

"Oh, yay." you comment unenthusiastically rolling your eyes, Joel smiles at your reaction.

You and Joel don't share any other moment alone and that's okay, you don't want any of your friends or Patrick's friends to notice this connection with Joel. You just met each other, or so you make believe!

You are alone in the garden, lying on a lawn chair staring at the sky; there are quite a few stars visible that evening. In another moment, you would have run for your camera to take pictures of that beautiful starry sky, but not tonight. In fact, you think about Joel. You think that no matter how hard you try to pretend that everything is fine and that what happened with Joel will never happen again, a part of you feels, however, that it won't. Joel is not just anyone, but a Patrick's friend, and knowing Patrick, it's likely that he will invite him again to your place.

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[raayllum]

so Ezran and Karim, right

The fact I'm making this meta, however small, when my third and final Mirrored Paths meta centring on Karim and Callum is still sitting in my drafts, is particularly rich. That said, this is sort, mostly speculative, and I do what I want.

Although Karim has the most parallels with Viren, particularly in his political path and choices, and Ezran mostly parallels Janai in Arc 2, I hit upon some interesting potential parallels, namely three main ones, that I think are worth talking about.

So let's get into it:

Archdragons

First off, Ezran and Karim are the only characters we see really negotiate with archdragons in S4 and S5, albeit for different reasons. Ezran invites Zubeia to Katolis and Karim seeks out Sol Regem, more similarly to how Ezran likewise seeks out Domina Profundis in S5.

Ezran doesn't ask for help from Zubeia as well, but he does offer it: "If the Fallen Star is a threat the whole world will face, this is a chance to solve our problems together," whereas Karim offers a partnership and a request to a disinterested Sol Regem. Zubeia and Sol Regem don't have many parallels on the surface except for both being dragon monarchs, but there are some tethers with being lost in their grief, Zubeia being similarly hurt by dark magic in S5, and Zubeia saying that Zym's return "brought back [her] baby, hope, and her love" which echoes Regem's assertion that "I lost my hope long before I lost my sight".

There are more tangible parallels between Ezran and his archdragons (Domina, Rex Igneous) and Karim and Sol Regem, though. (There's also just a lot of bartering, offers, and exchanges in TDP in general, particularly in arc 2, but that's a meta for another day.)

These similarities are mostly due to asking each of them for something; for Domina and Rex, Ezran needs information; for Karim, he needs literal, physical help. Where Ezran is asserted as the true king, needed by his kingdom, Karim offloads it onto Sol Regem.

But just like Ezran asks for the dragons' aid, generally, in S5 to help hunt down Claudia and Viren (two humans in Xadia), Karim asks for help in getting rid of humans from the Xadian side of the border entirely.

Domina gives the information freely, but Regem and Rex both require a bit more... nudging, shall we say. And both dragons are convinced (seemingly, in S6 for Regem) by the right gift.

Which fits nicely into our next parallel of sorts, regarding

Worth and Parental Keepsake

Now, this is more of a contrasted parallel, of course. Karim asserts that the ring is worthless because it only has personal value (perhaps reaffirming his view of public relationships as something less important than political power, or his focus on symbols as something with immense value), whereas Ezran states that his crown has worth purely because of its sentimental meaning.

Additionally, while Janai loves Khessa and presumably their parents just as much as her brother, the same way that Callum loves Harrow just as much as Ezran does, it is the younger brothers who 1) seem to have always cared more about the throne in general and 2) who maintain keepsakes from their parental figure in comparison to their older sibling.

Which brings us rather nicely to our last point:

Brothers and Sisters

Like I've just said, Ezran and Karim are both the younger sibling and fiercely concerned with the future of their people; this is, admittedly, something Ezran and Janai likewise share ("to build a brighter future" amid other statements) but they have the hope and faith to get there. Karim is concerned with his own individual kingdom only, whereas Ezran has a broader view with Katolis at the top of his mind.

There's also plenty that they could take from Karim's subplot and give to Ezran, honestly—particularly because TDP has a tendency towards exploring how the younger siblings are more heavily impacted by disagreements with the elder (Karim and Janai, Janai and Khessa), abandonment (Soren and Claudia), and death (Amaya and Sarai). We also have confirmation that Callum and Ezran will have a conflict in future seasons where Ezran will be inclined to pull rank about it, throwing Janai's line above into a new foreshadowing light, perhaps.

It also feels inevitable that the brothers are going to have a big wires crossed perspective moment. This could be over Runaan, what to do with Aaravos, or something else entirely, but it seems bound for there to be a moment where they expect to agree ("Who knows my brother better than I do?") and are shocked if not also angry when they disagree, heavily.

If it's over Runaan, this parallel would be particularly fitting due to 1) Karim and Ezran potentially pushing unforgiveness and 2) while Callum would free Runaan regardless because that's just who he is (nor do I think Ezran would actually want the elf trapped or jailed forever), Callum's desire to help Rayla and make her happy is undeniably a factor at play there, just as Amaya helps Janai realize that "Yes, absolutely, I do want to be queen" through both the trial and on the hillside, whereas Karim still believes that "Janai never wanted to be queen" so she will step aside.

Like I said, this is the most speculative, but it seems likely the Broyals will temporarily have a more bitter sibling feud for a time than we've seen, say, from even Soren and Claudia (though S6 could change things!) and I am not opposed.

Other Misc Thoughts / Speculation

Another interesting fact that, again, Ezran shares with both Karim and Janai, is the importance of a royal ancestor from 300 years ago. We know a decent amount more about Queen Aditi—the Merciful, the Kind, who outlawed blood duels and also bound Kim'Dael to her family tree, deeply trusted by the Archdragons, and then mysteriously vanished = was "swallowed"—than we do about the Orphan Queen.

However, the two women definitely have an interplay. One fell prey to Aaravos; one helped imprison him and discovered his treachery. There are also potential parallels if Ezran gets woven into more into the Key of Aaravos debacle, similarly to how only the True Ruler of Lux Aurea can free Kim'Dael, Janai leaving Karim a currently moot point.

That said, I don't think Ezran will have too much to do with the Key as it stands now; he's been pretty narratively removed from it despite being in plenty of seasons where it was actively around (s1, s2, s4, etc) and his main tether to it at all is the Orphan Queen herself. I also wouldn't be surprised if Janai ends up paralleling Aditi more than her brother (though he is, admittedly, the one working with Kim'Dael, so parallel points there) since Aditi seems like ultimately more of a positive than negative figure.

Additionally, we see Karim be reaffirmed time and time again as a 'student of history' in ways that only Viren really comes close to. Karim is our most indicative Mage Scholar character, calling upon history and its importance throughout most of his episode appearances, and his deep desire to return to the past is part of what makes him such a massive fuck up in ways even Viren never meandered into. While I don't think Ezran will have too much to do with the cube, I could see him doing research maybe now that he's back in Katolis on his own for a bit in early S6, and eventually finding out more about his royal ancestor and the cube his brother has, miles and miles away, subsequently for the audience's benefit (and horror?).

And yeah, that's about it! Hope you enjoyed about best king and worst prince until next time!

#prince karim #tdp ezran #ezran #tdp meta #tdp #the dragon prince #arc 2 #s6 speculation #s5 #analysis series #analysis

[florian-teurer]

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

If'n you don't know by now

And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe

It'll never do somehow

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn

Look out your window and I'll be gone

You're the reason I'm a-traveling on

But don't think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe

That light I never knowed

And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe

I'm on the dark side of the road

But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say

To try and make me change my mind and stay

But we never did too much talking anyway

But don't think twice, it's all right

So it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal

Like you never done before

And it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal

I can't hear you anymore

I'm a-thinking and a-wonderin' walking down the road

I once loved a woman, a child, I'm told

I give her my heart but she wanted my soul

But don't think twice, it's all right

So long honey, babe

Where I'm bound, I can't tell

Goodbye's too good a word, babe

So I'll just say, "Fare thee well"

I ain't a-saying you treated me unkind

You could've done better but I don't mind

You just kinda wasted my precious time

But don't think twice, it's all right.

Bob Dylan

[misty-heartbreak]

~You bring out his dark side pt. 2

Summary: plotless smut

Warnings: Smut | Minors DNI | praise/degradation kink | squirting | denial |

part 1 here!

your eyes are shut, amplifying the pounding in your ears. your oxygen cut off as his hand is tightening around your neck. "you know better than to tease me baby" he says as he pushes your face down into the mattress. you being to squirm, anything to relieve the ache that is burning within your core. bent over on your knees, he pushes your ass up towards him. running his hands along the back of your thighs, looking at your core. the heated moisture of your arousal seeping through your underwear. "god you're fucking soaked," he groans. his hand tightening around your hip in a bruising grip, his chest heaving with desire.

he wanted to edge her until she began to leak on the sheets, tears streaming down her face. make her so desperate to cum that all she could do was beg for release.

"spread your legs" he rasps, watching as you do so. you feel vulnerable, so open before him. but you have little time to think as he quickly pulls your underwear to the side, and plunges his fingers deep into you. you gasp at the sudden intrusion, immediately bucking your core along his hand. but he doesn't move, instead he leans down and runs his tongue along your neck until he reaches your ear. "you're going to fuck yourself against my fingers, and make yourself cum like a good girl"

you shudder, your core clinching against his fingers. the desire is building into an intense need, but you're locked inside your own mind. embarrassed at the idea of getting yourself off this way. noticing your hesitance, he slows. grasping your chin to move your face so you can make eye contact clearly. "you don't have to think baby. I'm right here" he assures you. this moment of reassurance fills your lungs with fresh air and quiets your mind. all you can feel now is how much you fucking want him. how good it feels to be with him.

you begin to rock your hips back into his hand, whining out at the feeling of him entering you. your soaked, the idea of what is happening overwhelming you. your legs spread, ass in the air, fucking yourself against his hand, using whatever piece of him he will give.

your moans begin to get louder and louder. hips desperately grinding against his palm, looking for release. his eyes devour your body, watching as you ruck against him. he lowers his other hand and begins to touch himself to the sight of you. bitting his lip, and releasing a groan. "listen to the sounds your pussy is making. you hear yourself baby? you sound so fucking desperate for this".

your bucking relentlessly now. pushing yourself up against his hand "fuck" you cry out, hands desperately gripping the sheets. pushing your hips against his fingers, up and down and up and down. you can feel your release building up in you. you go to lower your hand to your clit, aching to cum, but he's quick to catch your wrist in his hand. he wraps your arm around your back, grabbing the other and doing the same. restraining your ability to move.

he pulls up up against him, your back hitting his chest. he then moves your around so your both facing the mirror across the room. removing his hand from your core, he pushes his fingers into your mouth, you both watching through the reflection as you suck his fingers clean.

"you're going to watch yourself cum against my hand, and you're going to take what I give you" he says, as he unclasps your bra, throwing it across the room and leaving you completely bare. he wraps his palm around your core, his fingers pressed against your clit, his other hand still holding your wrists. you grind down into his hand, the feeling of his fingers finally against your clit.

but its not enough, as your body aches to also feel him inside you. tears begin to fall from your eyes from frustration. "please make me cum" you all but scream. so desperate for release. "I can't-" you cry out, withering in his arms. "you can and you will" he replies, watching as you begin to fall apart in his arms. he thinks to himself that you have never looked more beautiful than you do right now. sweat covering your skin, tears falling along your face, skin flushed from exertion, and eyes glazed over with heat.

you can barely breathe. so close to your breaking point you don't know if you can take anymore. "you're going to cum, and when you do, you're going to scream my name" he groans, eyes transfixed on your body, your breasts bouncing with each grind of your hips. "fuck fuck fuck" you shout, as your body begins to shake. rutting your pussy against his hand.

all of a sudden you feel it coming. your eyes open wide, catching his in the mirror. you're overwhelmed at your approaching climax, never having felt something like this before. you open your mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. "breathe" he says into your ear. your body suddenly conscious that there’s no air in your lungs, you gasp out. head falling back against his shoulder, you cry out tears falling from your eyes as your entire body begins to convulse harder.

he wraps his arm around your body, giving you something to anchor yourself to. "let go baby, I'm right here" he whispers, and before you know it, your screaming out his name. shaking against him, as an initial orgasm crashes over you, body convulsing. but you still feel something deep within your core, begging to be released.

and as you begin to come back into the present, you feel his fingers finally begin to plunge into your core again at a rapid pace. "no no no, no, please, fuck" you scream out. so out of your mind, yet feeling everything at once. "you're doing so good baby" he says, as he ruthlessly pushes against your cervix. you hear your wetness moving within you, begging to be released "but you got one more orgasm for me”.

you thrash against him, your body fighting against the overstimulation and the intense pressure, but he doesn't budge. he moves his hand to push against your stomach, giving you exactly what you need. “yes, yes, yes” you moan, as he pushes in and out of you. “oh god” you groan, as you mindlessly reach down to push his fingers further into you, arching your hips back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

he reaches up to grope your breast. squeezing it in his hand, finally pushing you over the edge with his hands all over your most intimate parts. “i’m gonna- fuck, i’m cumming…” you scream out as you release your cum all over him. it squirts out of you, spraying against his crotch, the sheets, your thighs. with each wave of release, your body jolts, pushing his hand even further into you, prolonging your orgasm.

he never stops thrusting in and out of you with his hand, watching through the mirror as as your cum drenches everything around you. "you're such a good girl" he said, his voice deep and filled with desire. still cumming, he slaps your clit with his now drenched hand.

you reel back, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure. “that’s for teasing me” he says. “and that’s for trying to get yourself off without my permission” he declares, as he slaps your pussy again. your head drops, so spent you can no longer process the world around you. he can feel your pussy throbbing against him. he lays you gently down onto the bed, watching as you lie limply. he rests his hand against your chest, making sure you're breathing comfortably. you're too drained to even form a sentence or open your eyes. you remain floating in an in-between space.

“there you go baby” he says as he leans back and lays with you on the bed. he kisses the top of your forehead as he drapes a blanket over the both of you. the weight of him around you helping you to feel safe and secure. “I’m right here” he whispers, as he wipes the hair from around your face, kissing your forehead. “i’ll be here until you’re ready”. 

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[angelsberrymilk]

AU where Sam and Dean find out they have an 11 month old half brother a year after John Winchester's death. And worst of all, his mum is just about 20.

I need the angst, the anger and the fucked up situation of it all.

When they first meet the girl, she's a waitress at a shitty dinner in a random town, serving Dean his greasy burger and Sam his salad. She looks so terribly young and exhausted despite the polite customer service smile and laughs she lets out.

She's pretty and Dean throws one of his charming grins her way and flirts with her, watching her trying to keep it professional and scribble aggressively their orders in her little notepad. Sam kicks him under the table, feeling bad for the girl. And then she leaves, but without Dean's eyes following her until she disappears to the back.

Then her manager gets brutally mauled in the diner by the monster of the week after closing hours and Dean and Sam investigate the scene. They spend a night after the other following each of her co-workers back to their homes, watching over them and for the beast to strike. Nothing happened, not a single peep from the monster. And so the next night was her turn to be stalked by the brothers in the dead of night, parked not far away from the filthy and run-down apparently she calls home.

They wait, and wait, taking turns walking around the building in case anything pops up. Until a screams makes them run up the stairs with weapons in hand, breaking the door without a second thought. Bullets fly and sobs gets louder and louder from the poor waitress, curled on the floor against the wall. When the thing's dead and it's all over, Dean tries to get her to stop crying, until he realises it wasn't her sobbing but a little baby boy clutched to her chest and he gets hit with hauntingly familiar eyes and dark hair.

Sam helps the girl up when Dean is all but frozen, still dripping with sweat and hair stuck in every direction and smelling of the impala and shitty coffee.

The girl shushes her babyboy, trying to stop her body from trembling and trying to rip her eyes away from the disgusting sight in the middle of her flat, blood soaking most of the wooden floorboard at their feet.

It takes them a while to all calm down, sitting in the other side of the flat, on her bed with her babyboy still in her arms. Her eyes look foogy, they have that far away look in them, her hair sticking in all directions and her thin t-shirt falling of one shoulder, blood drops drying on her barefeet from the chaos.

"Who are you? You're not FBI.." She whispers, looking up at Sam and Dean with a sad and scared face, a face that only begs to be hugged and protected from all dangers of the world.

"We're hunters, we help get rid of-- monsters." Sam explains, trying and failing to give her a reassuring smile, unable to look at her in the eyes for too long.

"How old are you?" Dean suddenly asks and she feels scared, his tone empty of any comfort.

Sam doesn't say anything but looks at Dean, frustration, anger and fear swimming behind his tired eyes.

"Why?" She asks, eyes flitting between the two in fear.

"Answer the question." Dean repeats.

"Dean," Sam says, unsure what he's even trying to do. He wants to know too, this couldn't be a coincidence at all, the little boy looks a lot like their father and them for that matter.

"I'm," She clears her throat, "I'm 20."

"Fuck," Dean says and all but collapses on her bed, sitting with his elbows on his knees, Gun still in hand while his hands covered his face.

"What?" She says, eyes wide. "What does that have to do with anything?" She quickly asks, defensive and scared at the same time, looking at Sam, eyes begging for answers.

"Who's his dad?.." Sam asks and gulps, watching her while Dean has a breakdown next to her on the bed.

"Uhm... It was a one night stand and I didn't bother looking for his dad-- But I don't understand-"

"Just answer the question." Sam cuts her off, making her flinch. He grimaces at her reaction and adds a, "Please..." Just for good measure.

She looks down at her babyboy sleeping against her chest, and back up at Sam, "He said his name was John."

And Sam throws up right then and there.

#very very evil laugh #idk what came over me to come up with thia #*this #but it's so good #so so good #GHH YESS GIVEE ME ANGST AND FUCKED UP FAMILY SITUATIONS YES YES YES #wincest #spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam and dean #supernatural fandom #sam and dean deserve better #samdean #john winchester #john winchester x reader #john winchester x you #weirdcest #gencest #angst

[jeons-catalyst]

https://x.com/JungkooksJimin9/status/1787162200790204725

I know alot of ppl take this moment as some intimate moment but i don't really see it that way....i mean it's there in bangtan bomb that the reason jk's hand was over jm's was because he laughed hard at wtv jm said and he put his hand on jm's it's the similar gesture you do when you laugh and hit whoever is near you. It's the same habit of jimin's whenever he laughs so jk put his hand right over jm's while laughing and at the same time the cam was on them and he removed it. In the full clip if you see then jk's hand wasn't already there since before the cam at all you can see it in video. His hand was on jm's for just a second before the cam focused on them but before that even in the full filmed bangtan bomb you can see they were standing while chatting and drinking and in jk's one of the hand he held his glass nd the other one was by his side only.

I'm sorry i know it looks like I'm trying hard to prove and it might look like I'm being anti or something but it's just i never saw this moment as intimate and ppl always post the clip and pic when jk's hand was already there so it seems like it was there for long time and he removed only because cam came when for me it was just a gesture you do when you're laughing. The full clip shows jk's hand was already there. So I'm just giving different POV. To me it looks like two friends (that are shy and nervous of having conversations with ppl they are not really familiar with) hiding away from ppl and having their own chitchat like we all do with our bestie in social events. Tae is pretty extrovert in these situations, RM and hobi too. Jk was pretty much by hobi's side throughout apart from few moments with jm and tae(when taekook dances), jin (they were sitting together Sharing drink when hobi was on stage). Jin was also on his own and left early. So just like that jkk were having their own chitchat. Jimin was mostly seen with enwoo and the other guy BTS are frnds with from wkorea.

Hope you understand what I'm saying. no one has to agree with me I'm just sharing my pov on this moment 😅

Anon, i’m pretty sure there are so many things you and i wouldn’t see or perceive in the same way and that is fine. You came to give your own POV which is that this moment doesn’t look or seem like more to you. I 100% don’t agree with your POV and i am definitely not going to try to make you see things from mine because what you and I believe or think about Jikook’s moments doesn’t change anything about their relationship with each other.

You think Jk’s hand was on Jimin because he was laughing so hard and that is fine with me although I don’t agree. I don’t agree because of their reaction when they noticed the camera. You mentioned that pple always screenshot or cut just the moment when Jk has his hands on Jimin? Well let’s see a clip which kinda shows us the before and after shall we?

This entire moment is just 6 seconds long but what we see here is Jimin and Jk standing together, Jk has a champagne glass in his hand and Jimin is laughing with his hands on his head. We then see them standing together really close to each other laughing in what looks like a dark corner. From the beginning of the next clip, we can clearly see Jk’s hand already on Jimin’s and seeing as they were in the dark, alone, it is clear that the person with the camera only popped in at that second and Jikook immediately separate from each other when they notice the camera. They are both still laughing but what is worth noting is that, Jimin seems so flustered that he doesn’t even face the cameras at all. These are people who have lived a good amount of their lives infront of cameras so what reason is there for them to be this flustered and immediately separate from each other when they notice a camera? What were they doing wrong? Do you honestly believe that we would have gotten this same reaction if that was Jk with any of his other hyungs? They are at a party with cameras everywhere around them which means they shouldn’t even really notice it but look how jimin and Jk behave. You only act shifty when you are doing something you don’t want people to know about. If Jk’s hands being on Jimin was innocent and was just because they were laughing so hard as you claim, then i don’t think he wouldn’t have felt the need to take it off immediately he saw the camera.

We are all speculating here and perceiving things in our own different ways so there is no rule that states that we all have to see things the same way. Variety is the spice of life anyway, isn’t it? This moment probably speaks volumes to me because i cannot tell you how many times i have “caught” my friends who were dating in secret, in positions like this with the exact same reactions, plus i have also been in positions like this so the whole thing is all too familiar to me.

Thanks for your POV though. It’s always good hearing different opinions on things💜

#jungkook #jimin #jikook