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[chenziee]

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BREAKING NEWS!! Mr Absa is too busy loking for a wife to see the pure love that is IcePaulie! Poor guy... 😞

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WATER 7, by Absa - After a long and gruelling selection process, the most sought after job offer on the entire Grand Line has finally been filled. The whole city of Water 7 was stunned when the town’s beloved mayor, Mr Iceberg, chose no one but a young—only 8 years old!—girl to be his secretary out of the hundreds of passionate, talented candidates.

Some, including the shipwright of Dock 1 Lulu as well as yours truly , have expressed slight disappointment that the gorgeous, daring candidate no.151 was left defeated, however, we are assured that this delightful young lady with her superior intellect stood (metaphorically) a head above the crowd, making her the best choice out of everyone!

Even so, during our chats with Water 7 residents, we have learned that there might have been other factors at play during the selection process.

“At least now young Paulie won’t keel over from embarrassment whenever staying at Iceberg’s place!” Mrs Kokoro, the stationmaster of Shift Station, has told us. (The author of this article believes the implication of Galley-La’s vice-president staying overnight at the mayor’s house is untrue, possibly caused by Mrs Kokoro’s… merry state.)

At the local bar, the sentiments were similar. One of the owners by the name of Kiwi just laughed when we told her the results, saying, “Finally Paulie can sleep peacefully, knowing there won’t be anyone in miniskirts waking them up in the morning.”

Her statement was met with several nods and hums of agreement form the other patrons and regular customers, reflecting the general sentiments of the water capital. Despite a few sighs about having lost some ‘damn good eye-candy’ (as stated by Mr Zambai) everybody seems happy for the new secretary, the mayor, and, curiously, his young vice-president.

So, what exactly will the first days on the job be like for the newest Galley-La employee?

Ask no further, dear readers. Despite the mayor’s schedule being kept secret for security reasons—or maybe for flexibility reasons in the not-so-rare case that Mr Iceberg suddenly decides he doesn’t feel like working—we have found the answers you seek!

Under the promise of anonymity, a reliable source who is very close to the mayor has given us information on the young lady’s first assignment—booking the best table at the city's top restaurant. Miss Chimney has also disclosed that the person Mr Iceberg is going to be dining with tonight is none other than Mr Paulie.

We hope the candlelit dinner will be a great atmosphere for the Galley-La Company’s president and vice-president to plan the company’s—and the water capital Water 7’s—bright future. All under the  watchful eye of the new, bright secretary!

→ For an in-depth interview with the new hire, proceed to page 3 → For exclusive photoshoot with the stunning applicant no.151, proceed to page 9

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[jeonqkooks]

hello, my angel! congrats on your anniversary for starters hehehehe, i love you!

for the drabbles requests, could you do:

21 and 41 - smut

or

8 and 9 - fluff

thank you 🥰

velvet cherry | jjk (m.)

pairing: jungkook x reader

prompts: "call me that again." + "lay down and stay still."

rating: 18+ (minors dni)

genre: exes to lovers (??), agent/spy au (idk it's pretty vague but all you need to know is that their profession is smth like this!), some fluff, some angst, definitely smut

warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of violence (gunshots, blood), mentions of death, cursing, shower sex, unprotected sex (this is fictional. don't do it irl, be smart dudes), fingering, a lil dirty talk, UNEDITED bc i'm a menace :p

word count: 5.9k

note: pauli bby!! thank you for the request hehehe. the initial idea i had for this request was different but i was watching bad and crazy (kdrama) and every time lee dong wook has an action scene i'm just sitting there in front of my laptop, full on thirsting bc 🤤🥵 and i just had to channel it into this piece!!

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Everyone is yelling, screaming. Even the force trying to shake you into consciousness practically shouting in your face. Your head feels like it’s been split into two even without all of the loud noises threatening to deafen you. Your body hurts. You’ve definitely bruised your ribs, if they aren’t already broken. Even your face, which remains unmoving, aches from the simple act of breathing.

Inhale. One, two, three…

Exhale. One, two, three…

Stay alive.

It would kind of really suck if you died right now.

Embarrassing, even.

“C’mon, c’mon, wake up! Y/N!”

Huh? You know that voice.

It feels like your eyes have been glued shut, but that voice is so familiar that your lids wrestle with weariness to get a look. It can’t be him, can it? How would he even know that you were here?

Does that mean this is heaven? Or the void, or wherever the fuck it is that people often preach about? You have never believed in an afterlife because any and all life ends after death. Your soul doesn’t enter another spiritual plane of existence; you just simply cease to exist. This has always been your stance on the matter, but now, as you listen to that voice desperately cursing out your name, you waver.

Because that’s the only way you can explain why he’s here.

Oh, so you did die?

“Y/N!”

Heaven, or the void, or wherever the fuck this is, sure is loud.

You force your eyes open despite the debilitating exhaustion eating away at you. It takes a moment for your vision to adjust to your poorly lit surroundings. From the corner of your eye, you see small fireworks erupting before their booming echoes reverberate throughout the room. The lead projectiles whiz above your head, right behind the silhouette of him hovering over you, calling for you, shielding you.

Once his face becomes your focal point, everything around you staticizes. You can’t find it in yourself to care about the screams, nor the gunshots, or even the gash in your side where a knife grazed you earlier.

Not when he’s looking at you like that. Like if you were to die, there’s not a single part of him that would hesitate to follow.

“I thought I recognized th–that voice.” You cough, feeling the cut on your lips open wider. You hadn’t noticed the metallic taste on your tongue until now. “Funny seeing you here, Jeon.”

The feeling in the pit of your stomach thickens. It could be relief, or it could be dread. The lights go out before you get a chance to decipher which one it is.

The next time you wake, you jolt upright with a gasp. 

“Ah, shit,” you instantly groan; it feels like something sharp is jabbing into your abdomen. You brush your hand over the spot to find smears of crimson on your clothes, but the wound underneath doesn’t seem to be bleeding anymore.

Where the fuck is it now?

Your frantic eyes scan the room, expecting to find yourself still in that warehouse, hopelessly holding on for life while your teammates get killed one by one.

But you aren’t there anymore. There aren’t bodies scattered all around you nor bloodstains splattered carelessly on peeling walls. 

No, where you are smells like jasmine and fresh cotton. It’s warm and bright, and it’s filled with framed photos of a familiar dog that you once loved even more than his owner. The couch beneath you feels like a cloud carrying you through the pearly gates.

Arguably, this seems more like heaven. Or is it a twisted version hell? It feels like a stretch that someone like you could get into heaven, if there even is one.

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” His voice from behind startles you into action. You spring from the couch, or more like, you clumsily jump up only to be met with white hot pain that courses through your entire left side, and fall down onto the sofa again.

“Fuck!” you hiss through gritted teeth.

He rushes over, almost dropping the mug he was holding in his hand. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Apologetic hands help you into a proper sitting position. You don’t know why or how, but it really is him.

Jeon Jungkook, what a sight for sore eyes. 

The discomfort you feel in your body takes a backseat momentarily as you stare at him and his beautiful doe eyes, shimmering with concern though it’s now much more diluted than before. He examines the stitches on your forehead and your side, it’s been a while since he’s done this.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You snap back into reality at the sound of this.

Fuck! How could it have possibly slipped your mind?

Your words come out in an uneasy rush. “Where’s Namjoon and the others?”

Jungkook stares at you, tongue in cheek, blinking in mild disbelief. Of course the first question you ask is about your team. You haven’t changed, he sees. “They’re at the hospital. They’re fine,” he says.

You close your eyes and heave a heavy sigh, visibly relaxing at his confirmation. When you turn to him again, you ask, “Where are we?”

“My apartment.”

“Why? Why am I not at the hospital with them?”

“You don’t remember?”

The confused look on your face tells him as much.

“You woke up while they were stitching you up. Nearly made a scene and everything. You kept saying you wanted to go home, but your place was trashed so I… brought you here.”

You wonder if you had actually demanded to be brought to his place specifically, after seeing him when you were so delirious before. You wonder if he’s just sparing you the embarrassment. “Oh,” you say simply, glancing around the room. You haven’t been here in a long time, but most of the things here are still the same.

“You haven’t answered my question. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

You shrug, ignoring the throbbing pain that has dulled into a perpetual pinch in your side. “Of course I’m okay. Still alive and kicking.”

Jungkook’s brows furrow just the slightest. “You almost died tonight.”

“But I didn’t die, did I?”

“Why are you acting like it’s no big deal?”

Nostalgia washes over you in waves. You’ve had the same conversation a million times before.

“Because it isn’t that big a deal,” you say, feeling the urge to coat your words in a thick layer of bravery. “It’s not my first rodeo.”

“And that’s supposed to make it better? You could’ve died!”

“What is up your ass?” you ask jokingly, but it doesn’t sound right even to your ears. “You keep pushing it like you wanted me to die.”

Jungkook stares at you blankly, but you can tell that he’s agitated by your flippant attitude. You regret the words the very second you said them.

“That’s not funny,” he says, his voice strained.

Slightly ashamed, you look down at your hands and fiddle with your grimy fingers. “Y–yeah, I’m sorry. That was… too far.”

There’s a bitter taste in your mouth as you watch him grit his teeth and attempt to exhale a steady breath. It comes out a little shaky, a sign of his frustration. He takes a few minutes to calm his nerves while you sit there in silence, not usually tongue tied around him but even you know that what you just told him was pretty fucked up. 

Finally, Jungkook says, “Get some rest. You had a long day.” He goes to help you up without you asking, still so considerate even when he’s trying to not be angry at you, but that’s not what you need right now.

“Can I take a shower first?” you ask.

“You just got your stitches a couple hours ago. You can shower in the morning.”

“I know. It’s… I’m covered in blood and dirt. I’d really like to wash it off.”

He looks at you as he considers it. This isn’t Jungkook’s first rodeo either. He had to deal with you countless times like this, when you’re freshly wounded but you don’t seem to give a damn about doing things that might hurt you even more.

“Suit yourself. You know where the bathroom is.”

You mutter a thanks as you let him pull you up from the cloud that he calls a couch. You could feel his eyes on you as you wobble to your desired destination, but even the short distance between his living room and bathroom proves to be a whole trek in your current condition. You’re surprised that you even made it to the hall when your legs finally gave out on you. You brace yourself against the wall, but one of Jungkook’s strong arms is already wrapped around your waist, steadying you before you could collapse.

“You should get some sleep. You can barely walk,” he urges gently.

“I feel like shit, Jeon,” you tell him. “I won’t be able to get any rest like this.”

“Y/N–”

“We both know you’re not talking me out of it. You can choose if you’re gonna help me or not, though.”

“You want me to help you… shower?”

“Will you?”

He won’t, you’re sure of this. Jungkook isn’t teasing or frivolous as you are. He doesn’t go around testing people’s patience like you do. The relationship didn’t end on bad terms, and you think he has deliberately kept it that way because you have to see each other at work so often, even though you’re assigned to different teams. You want to keep things light, to joke around with him, to essentially still be you and him minus the romance but Jungkook keeps you at arm’s length. And if you’re honest, you can’t blame him for that. That doesn’t mean that it doesn’t suck sometimes; you used to love him after all.

He looks pensive for a moment, and you don’t know why he’s even pretending to consider it when he’ll just say no anyway. You’re prepared for him to reject you and leave you to your own devices, but then–

“Fine,” Jungkook says, voice flat, eyes blank. “C’mon, I’ll help you.” It surprises you into complete stillness, wondering if the doctors and nurses fucked up when they were stitching up your head. The man in front of you raises an eyebrow when you don’t respond to him, as if he’s challenging you, which staggers you even more because he usually doesn’t entertain your outrageous ideas like this. Especially not after you parted ways.

You blink a couple of times and find your voice from where it’s stuck to the back of your throat. “Okay then. Lead the way.”

Jungkook guides you down the hall and into the bathroom. You think he’s just baiting you, challenging you back to see if you would actually be okay with hopping into the shower with your ex because even though it isn’t that scandalous of an idea to you, it is to Jungkook. You expect him to back out any second now, but once you’re standing under the warm white light of his bathroom, he asks if he could take off your clothes.

Have you underestimated him?

You nod your head, eyeing him with a smug smile tugging at the corner of your lips and a barely-there layer of underlying nervousness. His face gives nothing away. So you two are really going to do this, huh?

Jungkook peels off your bloodied shirt, careful not to let his fingers brush against your skin though they will have to in just a few minutes. He averts his gaze as he helps you step out of your clothes until you’re completely bare.

You mistake his reluctant eye contact for shyness. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” you joke.

True.

But no, that’s not the reason why he refuses to look at you.

He hated seeing you in pain, covered in bruises and cuts. It’s why the two of you broke up. You were too stubborn to quit, and he couldn’t stand watching you treat yourself like mere collateral damage, as long as you get the job done.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t take care of yourself. In a lot of ways, you’re far more capable and skilled than he is. But sometimes you can be reckless, a little too hot headed for your own good, a little too heedless of your own safety than he can handle. 

He loved that you were remarkable at what you do; it’s what drew him to you in the first place. When you used to spar together, at the beginning of your relationship, he loved that you could kick his ass so easily. Sometimes, even on his best days, he was still no match for you.

But what’s the point in dwelling? None of that matters anymore.

Jungkook takes off his own clothes then, and you resist the urge to focus on his body too much. He’s gotten even more muscular than the last time you got to see him naked. Hard pecs that are practically popping in your face, solid abs that demand to be touched… Well, this is going to be… interesting.

He tests the water first before he lets you go in. When you finally do, you sigh as the warm water rains down on your skin, enveloping you in a liquified blanket of comfort. You’re trying not to let your eyes wander, you really are.

You hum happily when he smooths the shampoo over your hair. As his fingers massage your scalp gently, a soft moan escapes your throat. The sound travels straight to his groin, making him stiffen just a little bit and poke into your thigh. You bite your bottom lip to suppress a giggle but Jungkook just clears his throat awkwardly. Getting a boner feels inappropriate in a moment like this, when you’re his ex and you had nearly died earlier tonight.

But he isn’t responsible for the way his body chooses to react, not really. You’re showering together, for fuck’s sake. Though to be fair, he has no one to blame but himself for this irrational decision.

When he lathers you up with his body wash, you decide to do it again, just to tease him. As his hands start kneading one of your breasts, you let out a slightly exaggerated moan.

He knows you’re doing it on purpose, but his dick is stupid and it hardens regardless. “Quit it,” Jungkook says.

“Quit what?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him coquettishly. You put a hand on his chest, then trails it lower to graze his defined abs. “You look like you’re enjoying it, no?”

He doesn’t answer you, choosing to focus on his task of washing you instead, as if ignoring you will make you stop whatever it is you’re doing.

You trace your fingers along his V-line until you wrap your hand around him, making him hiss as you touch him. You give him a few lazy pumps until his member is standing tall and proud, just for you.

“Y/N…” Jungkook grits his teeth and swallows thickly. The steam is suffocating him. You are suffocating him.

“You can tell me if you don’t want it.” You tilt your head up, letting your face inch closer to his until your breath fans his lips. You feel him grip your waist – an act of restraint – then quickly loosen his hands around your body as if he suddenly remembered that you’re still battered up. You brush your lips against his, just testing him. You both know a kiss would be so much more intimate than what you’re doing to him down there.

He parts his lips slightly, the temptation is getting too strong to resist. You cloud his judgment the same way the hot water encloses the room in a mystifying haze. He presses forward to capture your lips, only to feel himself completely melt against you in an instant. 

You taste like longing, like regret. Something like a needle pierces right through his heart when you give him a needy sigh, muffled by his own lips. 

He knows he shouldn’t do this, but is it a mistake? Even if it is a mistake, he can’t find it in himself to stop, now that it has already started. You’re still as alluring and captivating as ever, and he’s still the same Jungkook who always fell to his knees for you.

“Touch me,” you whisper.

“Y–you’re hurt,” Jungkook rasps. Is that the only reason? There’s no conviction behind his words and he knows you know it. If he was really against this, then he would’ve stopped you already.

“Please.” Your voice is different, desperate, when you say this. He can’t tell if you’re crying or not because of the water still glistening on your face, but it doesn’t matter. When your hand guides one of his between your legs, he squeezes his eyes shut, searching inward for that last bit of self-control that’s nowhere to be found right now. You’re so fucking slick, and as his middle finger slides through your sodden folds to find your entrance, your head falls upon his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself, barely audible to you over the sound of running water. You’re hurt. He knows he should stop, but he can’t. His thumb finds your clit in no time, and nudges it the way he remembers you liked. You choke on an exhale, now grinding against his hand and gripping his biceps to keep yourself upright. He rubs you leisurely as the water cascades down your bodies. A part of him thinks he’s twisted for enjoying the quiet whimpers you let out.

“Are you sure?” he asks, both hoping for and dreading the answer you might give him.

“Yes,” you confirm. You press his hand harder against your core, as if you’re begging him to pleasure you. “Make me feel better.”

Jungkook slides two digits into you before he slants his mouth over yours, swallowing the moan that you instantly keen out. You’re wet enough that his fingers can drive in and out of you without much mercy from the get-go. He buries them in you until he’s knuckles deep, scissoring you open how he always did to prepare you for his cock.

“Fuck, Jeon,” you purr, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts of his hand. “That’s good.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, finding that spot inside of you that never fails to make your legs shake. His strong arm holds you flush against his body as he relentlessly fingers you, absolutely loving the way your juices run down the back of his hand. There’s a sense of arrogance in the way he fucks you, even though he was hesitant about it just moments ago. The quivering moans that you grace him with are fucking addicting. At least for now, he has you. Standing in his shower, begging him for release, whispering in his ear things that he hasn’t realized how much he’s missed hearing until this very second.

His fingers ram into you until your inner walls are pulsing around him and your voice hitches beautifully. “Fuck!” you cry, holding onto him as the high crashes down on you, sending shockwaves throughout your entire body. You grind down on his hand, wanting so desperately to prolong the pleasure like you’re afraid he’ll take it away from you. Jungkook would never dream of giving you anything less than what you deserve, so he maintains the momentum of his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm even when you clench so tightly around his digits that it becomes more difficult to move. He helps you through it until your breath no longer comes out in heavy pants, until the only stars you see are the ones in his eyes.

As he withdraws his fingers, you give him a chaste kiss as if to say thank you. He doesn’t expect anything more; it’s enough that he could give you a helping hand in your time of need, make you forget about everything even if it was only for a little while.

But then you’re deepening the kiss, one hand tugging on his hair as the other finds his hard cock again. He groans against your mouth, torn between asking you to keep going and letting you stop. “You don’t have to…” he mutters, placing a hand over yours.

“I want more,” you say breathily, but somehow it sounds almost demanding. “I want you.”

He stares at you with uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

Your answer comes in the form of a squeeze around his length, making his eyes flutter briefly as he rests his forehead against yours. “I can always take you.”

You watch Jungkook clench his jaw before he crashes his lips onto yours, promptly slipping his tongue into your mouth to draw the neediest of moans from you just by his kiss alone. He lifts you up by the back of your thighs and cages you between the wall and his chest. Your legs wrap around his waist as he presses his body against yours, slowly grinding his cock against your throbbing heat. You whimper when his tip nudges your sensitive clit.

“I need you,” you cry out, rutting against him desperately. He hears it then – the vulnerability in your voice that you try to mask with desire – and that’s when he thinks he gets it. You’re shaken.

You were scared tonight. That’s not something that happens very often.

He was scared too. He nearly lost his mind when he heard the news that your team was ambushed. You should’ve seen his frantic state when he raced to the scene, heart speeding a thousand miles an hour at the mere thought of something happening to you. He prayed to every god he didn’t believe in that you’d be okay, that the phone call he received minutes prior was just a sick prank someone was playing on him.

“I’ve got you,” Jungkook says, diving in to kiss you again. There’s a lot more to those words than either one of you would like to admit.

You both sigh when he pushes in, and although it’s been a long while since your bodies knew one another like this, there’s barely any resistance. He fits perfectly  like you were made for each other. He’s bigger than you remember, already feeling so good inside of you that you think you could come with just a few thrusts. Instead of moving, he stays there like he wants to memorize the feeling of you, so warm around him and so inviting. 

He was always the sentimental one.

“Move,” you whine, still bossy in a moment like this. He chuckles against your mouth before trailing his lips tantalizingly slowly across your jawline and down your neck to your breasts, where he sucks on your skin harshly, marking you. His hips pull back, making you moan from the delicious glide of him along your slickened walls, before they snap forward and set a pace that has your eyes rolling backward.

“Shit, nghhh…”

It’s like no time has passed at all. Jungkook still remembers everything you like, still knows your body like the back of his hand. You feel like you’re practically transcending the limits of space and time with every thrust of his hips and every motion of his mouth. The rough way that his fingers dig into your thighs to hold you up makes it so much more heightened as his lips wrap around one of your breasts, sucking it harshly into his mouth, his tongue laving at your hardened nipple. Now that you’re finally experiencing this again, you don’t know how you could go two whole years without it.

Every part of you misses him.

No one knows how to please you like he does.

“So fucking good…” Jungkook grunts, flicking your nipple with the wet muscle of his mouth. You arch your tits further into him as moans of unfiltered pleasure fall from you. Even as he fucks you into oblivion, he’s still mindful of your injuries. Strong hands kneading your skin roughly but softening when they brush over your bruised spots.

He tries not to pay much attention to your battle scars, but how could he not? He feels them under his fingertips everywhere they go. Some are from before you met him, some from after. Some he doesn’t recognize because you must have acquired them during your time apart. He always hated them. You used to tell him that you wore your scars proudly, that they are proof that you survived every horrible thing you’ve had to face.

That’s certainly one way of looking at it, but Jungkook hated them then and he hates them now. Not because he thought they made you ugly – no, nothing could make him see you as anything less than the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon – but because they remind him of all the times that you have had to suffer. They made him feel unworthy of you, for not being there to keep you safe.

But not like you would have let him anyway.

“Ah, fuck, Koo…”

His hips stutter in surprise. He’s not sure if you did it on purpose, or if it just slipped out in the heat of the moment.

“Call me that again,” Jungkook tells you. It doesn’t matter that the simple nickname brings up feelings he’s been trying so hard to suppress. It doesn’t matter that those feelings are damn close to spilling over the confines of his wretched little heart, that it will fucking hurt later when you leave He just needs to hear you say it again.

“Koo, fuck! Right there, keep doing that…”

He tears his mouth away from your chest to come up and chase your lips. His tongue slips inside to dance with yours, so much more intimate than it is dirty that it makes you dizzy beyond nostalgia. In a split second of weakness, it makes your heart want to be his once more. His thrusts are now even faster than before, harder and more calculated.

He pulls back enough to look at you and takes in the blissed look on your face, how your lips part when he hits your g-spot just right.  “Y/N, I…”

“I know,” you whimper, your nails digging into his back and leaving angry red trails in their wake as they drag downward. “I’m close too.”

That’s not what he was going to say. Maybe it’s a good thing that you’re too fucked out to notice it.

“C’mon, I’ve got you,” Jungkook resorts to saying. He keeps up the rhythm of his hips, determined to give you what you want the most. He’s pounding into you so impossibly deep that you can feel him in your guts, each thrust making the base of his cock grind against your aching clit. It feels so fucking good, you can’t even see straight anymore. His hand is unknowingly digging into a bruise on your leg but the pleasure is too overwhelming that you’ve stopped caring about the discomfort. This is exactly how you wanted him to fuck you – hard enough to make you forget the pain.

It hits you even harder than before. You cum with a cry of his name as your toes curl and your body shakes in his hold, stars exploding behind your eyelids when the orgasm wracks through you like an earthquake. Jungkook’s hips never cease their movements, fucking into you until you find enough strength to squeeze your walls around him and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss. He unravels then, filling you up endlessly with his warmth that you’re sure you’ll feel for days.

You stay like that for a while, just holding each other, until he softens inside of you and you feel your releases drip down your thighs and onto the floor. The water promptly washes away the remnants of your heated session. When he slips out and helps you to your feet, you want to chase it instantly – the feeling of him, with you, where he’s supposed to be.

You aren’t fully present for everything that happens afterward. As Jungkook dries you off and dresses you, he feels something tug on his heart at the sight of you in his clothes. Your tired face and the way you lean into him, trusting him to keep you steady as he prepares you for bed. Trusting him to keep you safe, to protect you.

He can’t help it.

He tilts your head up by your chin and kisses you softly. Slow. His lips are gentle, but he’s sure of himself. This isn’t the first kiss you’ve shared tonight, but in many ways, it is.

When Jungkook pulls away, he doesn’t say anything. No excuses or explanations on why he chose to do it when the lust has waned and the moment is no longer heated enough to muddle his mind. You don’t ask for anything either; you just let him lead you into his bedroom. That doesn’t mean that you don’t want him to just tell you anyway.

He tucks you into his bed as if you’re a child. When he’s sure that you’re comfortable enough, he turns to leave.

You protest immediately. “Where are you going?”

“To the couch,” he says, like it’s obvious.

You sit up in order to push yourself from the bed, erasing his previous effort of tucking you in. “I’m not making you sleep on the couch in your own home.”

“Lay down and stay still,” Jungkook sighs before pushing you back onto the mattress again. “If I stay here with you, will you please sleep in the bed?”

You purse your lips, considering this for a moment before you compromise. “Yes.”

He turns off all the lights and makes his way to the other side of the bed, getting under the covers with you. You’re disappointed when he puts a little distance between your bodies. It’s not that you expected anything to come from your brief reunion, but your heart sinks regardless. Surely, sleeping in the same bed as your ex can’t be worse than having sex with him? You’ve already done the latter, but somehow this feels so much more intimidating.

You do what you do best when you don’t want to deal with your more difficult feelings – crack lame jokes and hope they’re enough to diffuse the tension. “Why are you so stiff? Scared that I’ll fuck you? Already did that, Jeon.”

Jungkook throws you a humorless chuckle. “Was that your plan all along? To seduce me?”

“It just happened,” you say. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure if you even wanted it before y’know… you popped a boner.”

If the silence in the room was a little bit louder, then you could probably hear the way he pauses halfway through a breath. He doesn’t entertain you for much longer, even though it feels like he’s got something on his mind.

He doesn’t ask what this means for the two of you, if it even meant anything. What’s the point in trying if the outcome is the same? His stance on the matter hasn’t changed at all. After what happened to you tonight, it just fueled him even more. He won’t deny that his feelings for you are still there, because he’d be the first to admit that they never went away to begin with. Jungkook would try, he would try for you a million times over, but in the end, where would that lead to if you wouldn’t even try for yourself? You’ll just keep breaking his heart day in and day out, over and over again if this recklessness of yours persists.

“Go to sleep, Y/N,” he says tiredly.

You bite your lip, disheartened that he’s shutting you out again, even though he has every right to. “Okay,” you mumble.

Despite the exhaustion submerging you like a tidal wave, you can’t find rest. You were conscious for barely half a minute when Jungkook found you in that abandoned warehouse, but you could hear the panic in his voice as he tried to shake you awake. He never had to find you like that before. When you were still together, every time you got hurt, you never let anyone call him until after your wounds had already been stitched up, until you were sure that you were good enough to crack a joke once he’d rushed to the hospital.

Tonight was the first time he saw you on death’s door. You didn’t know if he even cared anymore. You were scared to think that he didn’t.

But then you heard that voice of his, and you opened your eyes just long enough to see the tears fill his eyes. You were so out of it that you thought maybe, just maybe, there was a piece of his heart that still felt something for you. Something beyond just concern for an ex lover.

You don’t know how much time has passed, with you lying there staring into darkness. “Jeon, are you asleep?” you ask quietly, only to be met with silence from his side. Nothing but his steady breathing. You want him to be awake to hear you say it, though you’re not sure how you want him to react to it. The past 2 years have been hard. Your own guilt chews you up and spits you out every single day. The breakup was your fault, wasn’t it? It wasn’t just Jungkook who repeatedly expressed concerns for your safety. Your parents never wanted you to go into this line of work in the first place.

You were too selfish to really consider anyone but yourself. You and Jungkook both do the same thing – you go out and risk your lives every day. But back then, you didn’t understand why you should be the one to stop. Why not him? Why just you?

The difference between the two of you is clear as day. Jungkook knows when to stop, and you don’t. He wanted to be able to make it back home to you more than he wanted to catch a bad guy. He put you first. He put the people who loved him first.

“I think I’m going to quit.”

Your chest feels so much lighter as soon as the words leave your mouth. Something evaporates from within you, a burden that’s finally been lifted, and that’s how you know it’s the right decision. You aren’t doing it just for everyone who loves you but is terrified for your life all the time. You aren’t doing it just for Jungkook. You’re doing it for yourself too.

Peace finally finds you then, as though it’s been waiting for you this entire time.

You don’t mind that Jungkook is already asleep. You said it, and admitting to yourself that maybe it’s time to stop, is good enough. Having that conversation with him in the morning won’t be late. You’re already halfway to dreamland when you feel him right behind you, enveloping you in a warmth that’s so distinctly Jungkook. He carefully wraps an arm around you and pulls you close to his chest, close enough that it feels like his heart is beating right into yours. He sighs, like he’s wholly relieved too.

You can’t discern what he says next, but you can feel the kiss he presses against your hair.

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted 11.01.23]

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagines #bts x reader #bts x you #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bangtanbathhouse #btscarnivalnet #btsdreamcourt #btshoneyhive #52hertz #fic: velvet cherry

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I have came far and wide dear maiden to ask you …PLEASE , PLEASE YANDERE PAULIE!! I’m fine with platonic or romantic I just need more content for this man he’s a rare gem 🥰😍 

I feel like he be the type to use rope to keep his darling safe and captured but if reader ever wants to escape just show some skin and watch him fumble XD 

I've got lots of Paulie requests, so here's a short drabble about that one specific idea. Hope you like it!

Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

Yandere Paulie x Fem!Reader

.7k words

Tonight was supposed to be a cute little night in with your boyfriend, that’s it. Paulie had invited you over for dinner and to just hang out afterwards, so imagine your shock when you get there only to see all the windows nailed shut and an obscene number of locks on the door. 

Lucky for you, he’d made one massive oversight and forgot about the bathroom window. You’re not sure if he actually forgot, or if he’d just assumed it wasn’t big enough for you to escape through. Regardless of the reason, you were able to squeeze yourself out of it and were currently sprinting away from his home.

“(Y/N)! Get back here, this is for your own good!” You cursed under your breath as you heard his boots running right for you.

You try to turn the corner and get out of his direct line of sight, but are brought to a halt by a rope wrapping itself around your arm and tightening. The sudden loss of momentum nearly bowls you over, but you manage to catch yourself.

“Please just calm down, we can talk this out,” Paulie huffs out between breaths. The hand that isn’t clutching onto the rope attached to you is held out as if he’s trying to placate a scared animal.

“Talk this out?! Are you insane?! You tried to kidnap me!” You spat at him. 

“I did not! Don’t think of it like that! I was just- just- I was relocating you. Permanently,” his voice teetered off towards the end in what you hoped was realization. He shook his head, “It doesn’t matter, let’s go back home and we can talk more there.” 

Nope, Nevermind. He’s actually unhinged. 

“NO! Get away from me, you freak,” you screamed, desperately trying to get the rope unfastened from your arm.

“Would you keep it down?! People are going to think I’m hurting you!” Paulie hissed. He was pulling on the rope to drag you closer and was only a few steps away now. If you didn’t do something quick, he was going to take you away again, and you don’t think you’ll be able to escape as easily this time around.

In a fit of desperation, an idea came to you. An awful, terrible idea, but one that just might work. You stopped pulling away, and instead faced him fully. Your abrupt lack of resistance gave Paulie pause, and he eyed you warily, not sure what to make of this quite yet. 

Your hand found purchase on the front of your button up blouse. You clutched the shirt tightly, then violently ripped it open sending buttons flying everywhere. 

Paulie’s confused face turned bright red and his arms rose up to shield his eyes from the scandalous view, “What do you think you’re doing, you harlot! See! This is why I’m doing this! The world is corrupting you!”

While he’s screeching about your “indecency”, you’re able to slip the rope off and hand it to a yagara tied to a nearby dock. You free it and tell the animal to leave. Understanding the assignment, the yagara nods, takes the rope into its mouth, and takes off down the canal.

Paulie is immediately yanked into the water and is flailing and splashing as the yagara drags him away from you. You can hear him yelling for you to not leave, but you of course don’t listen and keep running now that you’ve gotten him off your tail for the time being.

There’s only one place you can think of that you can go. The train station. Nowhere else will truly be safe. Not only is Paulie well respected in Water 7, he has friends in very high places. If he decides to pull some strings, there won’t be anywhere you can go within the city where someone will be willing or able to help you.

The last train of the day should be leaving soon. If you can get on and it leaves before Paulie catches up, then you’ll be in the clear for the time being. 

And if worse comes to worst, you suppose you can try and kill him by flipping up your skirt if you see him again.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #yandere #paulie #paulie one piece

[yellowhollyhock]

Raph’s favorite movie drabble, for day one of march for raph

With everything that had changed over the years, it was an unspeakable comfort sometimes to relive the same joys that had once brought him through childhood. Jokes he understood much better now, fights he knew the outcome of instead of his own, which he didn’t. Dialogue all scripted out ahead of time.

“Why do you wanna fight?”

“Because I can’t sing or dance.”

It was ten-year-old Leo coming up from behind, fingers sticky from peeling himself an orange. The fruit squished in his fist as he hoisted himself onto the couch, short legs kicking happily when he succeeded at his task. He’d shot Raph a big toothy grin and silently offered half the orange.

“This movie’s too big for you,” Raph had slurred around his orange slices. He wasn’t supposed to be watching it either, and that was kind of what made it good. Leo, however, would likely be uncomfortable with the idea.

But he had just scooted closer. “I like this part.”

“Moths get caught in their throat and I gotta smack them on the shell, they get what? Come on. Shell-shocked. They get shell-shocked.”

“Starting with the bad jokes early, huh?”

Raph liked it too. He wanted to run a pet shop someday.

It was twelve-year-old Mikey standing in front of the TV trying to act out some of their favorite scenes, hamming it up just a little extra to make his brothers giggle. Raph had joined in only for the sake of keeping him accurate, otherwise he would make up a story completely different from the movie he was supposed to be reenacting.

“I’m here to warn you,” Mikey would rasp, “That you gotta be very careful about this shot you got at the title. Because you know, like the Bible says, you ain’t gonna get a second chance.”

Raph would give a perfect, show-stopping, noncommittal nod. “Yeah.”

“Does the Bible really say that?” Leo would ask. This would prompt careful research by him and Donnie while Raph and Mikey finished the scene.

“You know what I done?”

“What?”

“I have done it all!”

Mikey’s gait, twisted mouth, accent, were all flawless. He could be Mickey, Paulie, Adrian, perfectly convincingly. Raph—he was always Rocky. He knew the part inside and out.

“I got heart, but I ain’t got no locker, do I Mick?”

It was Donnie, finally emerging from his lab to peek at what Raph had on for background noise while he hit his punching bag. At the scene where Rocky brought Adrian over; Donnie leaned against the back of the couch in spite of the ample space for him to sit properly if he chose.

“Ah, yes, the classic glasses off glow-up. Because everyone knows how irresistible it is to not be able to see.”

Raph snorted, finishing up his rep and moving to join his brother across the back of the couch.

Raph sitting alone at sixteen, volume turned all the way up. Donnie was escaping his with his work and Mikey with his comic books. They were all more solitary since Leo left.

Not even Paulie’s obnoxious voice at full blast could keep Raph distracted from his thoughts. Uncertainty about Leo’s reason for leaving, fear for what would happen to him, confusion that such drastic measures were being taken for Leo when Raph had just been allowed to blow up like that for years—

A gentle paw on his knee.

“He will not forget, my son. Your brothers love you.”

He had cried on his father’s shoulder until the last of the credits rolled past the screen.

And now, after so long in the completely foreign world of the future, laid back on April’s couch, Leo leaning against his shoulder, Casey’s feet across his legs. April and Mikey were in the kitchen gossiping or something. Donnie perched on the arm of Master Splinter’s chair; Master Splinter, who had only recently been reassembled since his little excursion in cyberspace, did not protest.

“Adrian!”

“Rocky?”

“Adrian!”

He’d never once watched the movie through and not gotten caught up in the euphoria of that final victory. Casey whooped; Leo sniffled. Raph grinned.

“I love you!”

It really felt like home.

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 raph #march for raph #yellow writes

[eustasskidagenda]

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So, first thing first, before sending a request, please check if my requests are open or not. The current status will always be on my header description. 

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I do not guarantee to write the requests you're sending to me, it will depends on my inspiration.

English is not my first language. Forgive me for the weird sentences you may cross on my writings here. 

I'll gladly accept both sfw and n/sfw requests. But, N/SFW requests must be off anon and are not allowed for the minor/ageless blog. However, I understand if you want to keep your privacy. If you want your nsfw request to be anon, please, just precise you want to stay anon on your request and I won't show your name when I post. ♡ ⇢ I absolutely love writing : hurt and comfort, fluff and funny, smut&kinks. Minors, please DNI with my +18 content or I’ll have to block you.

Fandom : I only do One Piece prompts for now. Consider I'm always caught up in the manga and in the anime. So don't be afraid to spoil me when you request. If the request contains a huge spoiler, then, I'll use this specific tag : #op spoilers. Block it, if you don't want to see that content.  Reader : gender neutral, AFAB reader, AMAB reader, female reader, male reader, transgender reader, non-binary reader. MM, FF and MF pairings are all fine for me. However, I won’t write for male reader with female character. And I only write character x character for the ship I personally enjoy. ⇢ By default, I'll use a gender neutral reader for requests. If you want a specific reader, please, precise the gender! ⇢ Regarding the apparence, I want to keep the reader as neutral as possible. But I can do some exceptions, if it's still vague enough to include a large groupe of people. For exemple : chubby reader, black reader etc. I do not accept requests based on an OC, except for a giveaway or as a winner prize. Age : only 18+ characters Type of post :  one shot (over 1,000 words), drabbles (under 500 words), headcanons (multiples characters, bucket list) ⇢ One Shot : 1 character per request. Please, give me some details and ideas of things you want to read in the OS. And if you request for a smut os, I need to know what kind of smut you're looking for, kinks included ⇢ Drabbles : 3 characters per request, or less. again, please, give me some details or precisions, I need to understand clearly what you're looking for. ⇢ Headcanons : 5 characters per request, or less. ⇢ Group headcanons : how the characters would react in a situation. a small paragraph per type of reaction, with the list of all the suitable characters

☆characters I'll write for:

⇢ my fav characters are in bold

⇢ i do not write smut or romantic prompt with Minks or non-human like character.

Bartolomeo, Buggy, Cavendish, Corazon, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Hawkins, Izou, Kaku, Katakuri, Killer, King, Kiku, Kuzan, Luffy (only sfw prompts with Luffy), Marco, Mihawk, Nami, Paulie, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Robin, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Shanks, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Usopp, X Drake, Yamato (he/him) 

Characters I won't write for: Blackbeard and Blackbeard crew, Brook, Roger, Kin'emon, Kanjuro, Franky, Benn, Akainu, Kizaru, Apoo (it doesn’t necessarily means that I dislike those characters, just that I’m not comfortable writing for them. No offense if your favorite one is listed here)

⇢ if the character you would like is not on one of those lists, just send your request and I'll let you know.

☆I don't accept requests with:

dub con ; rape, even as a consensual play ; stepcest/incest kink ; cheating ; abuse ; pregnancy ; somnophilia, even consensual ; daddy/mommy/and any kind of family kink ; water sport, scat; hateful and religious topic ; self-harm, suicidal intentions.  ⇢ Please, take care of you and your mental health if you struggle with that kind of thoughts, everything will be alright, but I know it can be hard sometimes. You're enough and you're loved. ♡ ⇢ Dysphoria (I don't know enough about this to provide an accurate text, nothing personal and you have all my support if you're facing dysphoria)

☆some kinks idea i can write for:

⇢ if you're unsure about a kink, feel free to ask ⇢ some of my fav are in bold 69, anal sex, aphrodisiac, begging, biting, blindfolds, body worship, bondage, breeding kink, choking, clothed sex, cockwarming, creampie, creative use of Devil Fruit, cum play, dacryphilia (nothing with dubious consent), deep throat, degradation, dirty talk, discipline, dom/sub dynamic, double penetration, dry humping, face sitting, face fucking, fingering, femdom, food play, gagging, gloves, group sex, hair pulling, handjob, hickeys, lingerie, loss of virginity, massage, mirror sex, nipple play, oral sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, panty stuffing (mouth), pegging, praises, public sex, rimming, roleplay, rough sex, sensory depravation, size kink, soft sex, spanking, squirting, striptease, teasing, temperature play, thigh fucking, thigh riding, toys, vaginal sex, wax play

#yone piece headcanons #one piece smut #eustass kid x reader #one piece x reader #guidelines #one piece requests #blog rules

[cebwrites]

this is a bit of an oddball request but if youre comfortable writing for him: anything with paulie (from water 7) with an s/o who likes to tease him?? just absolutely turning that boy into a puddle on the floor in any way u see fit. either a gn or m reader is fine and it can be either a drabble or just headcanons (whatever is easiest 4 u!!) thank u so much lol im feelin a little embarrassed and shy abt this

not much, but it's always a treat to tease these silly little guys <3 there's no need to feel embarrassed anon, we're all living in self indulgence here! ψ(｀∇´)ψ (i included everyone’s favorite star clown to fill some space, i hope you don’t mind 💕)

with a teasing s/o (Paulie, Buggy)

masc reader, fluff word count: 0.4k

Paulie

Paulie is what the Galley-La likes to refer to as: Chickenshit - All Bark No Bite. He talks big about the game he pulls, particularly after more than a few drinks at Blueno’s bar, but the moment he does get into a relationship? Oh, he’s a certified sap.

He’s a cheesy, sappy, old fashioned romantic with chocolates and a bouquet of roses, writing poems for his love all day but never sending them because he doesn’t feel like they’re worth much. If and when his a partner does find these cute little love notes, and rightfully thinks they’re adorable, Paulie’s going to dissolve where he stands and never recover. His boyfriend teases him about it in subtle ways, quoting lines at him when they’re out in public together, just holding hands down the streets of Water Seven, cuddling with him on the couch at home until Paulie turns bright red at his own, ridiculously saccharine words - the one place he’s been prohibited from doing this, though, is while Paulie’s on the job, because the last time it happened the poor shipwright missed a nail and his thumb was the size of a lime for a week.

He also collapses at arguably very standard PDA.

Buggy

So, so very easy to tease.

Just like Paulie, though to a much more overblown degree, Buggy brags endlessly about how many potential suiters flock to his side inflating his reputation in his gullible follower’s eyes while anyone else easily sees through his façade. Having the man who holds his heart proudly proclaim that he’s an Emperor’s partner is one thing, but to have that emphasis being put on Buggy himself is another entirely. He tries to hide is reaction but at the end of the day this is Buggy we’re talking about, there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that he’s going to fly into the predictable bombastic spiel of,

‘O-Of he’d be glad to wear the title of MY boyfriend, an-anyone would-- I’m the GREAT Buggy-sama! Gyaaahahaha!!’

Face the same complexion as his nose underneath that Buggy hopes to god no one points out, that same boyfriend smiling endearingly at him with his arms crossed from the sidelines. Buggy doesn’t get nearly as flustered as Paulie does with PDA, at least being able to handle having his partner on his lap while he leans back in his throne, but if he’s given any sort open physical affection like kisses, his partner running his hands through those surprisingly luscious locks, or leaning close to whisper sweet praises against the side of Buggy’s neck - the steam from this poor clown’s ears would put the Puffing Tom to shame.

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #op x reader #op x you #buggy the clown #op buggy #buggy #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #buggy x reader #buggy x male reader #buggy x masc reader #fluff #paulie #op paulie #paulie x reader #op paulie x reader #water seven #one piece fluff

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Whatever you do

Do not think about Curtis beeing possessiv and leaving hickies where cloth cover them juuuust so. So every now and then it shows because of a movement you made. And don't think about how smug he would look every time . And for thr love of all that is holy don't think about how he has you wrapped in his arms,not letting you move away, while you squal, whimper and moan as he sucks dark purple bruises into you skin. While he is inside you. And because you squirm and clench around him he does it overly excessive-it just feels so good to him. Don't think about that

Try not to think about it, try not to think about it, try not to thi- FUCK,

You just had to encourage this so suffer with me V.

It's All Fun And Games

Short Drabble

Warnings- Possessive fucking

It was all innocent, Curtis knew that. But it did nothing to quell the possessive little flame that started in his gut that just wouldn't be extinguished.

You had gone up to the bar to get another round from Paulie for the group. Curtis had stayed behind to take his shot and then followed along behind you with the empty glasses when he saw it unfold.

The stranger at the bar had managed to crowd you between him and the bar, tilted his head closer to you to hear what you were saying and his hand flexed at his side before reaching to touch your arm and dropping his head back to laugh.

Curtis truly found a roar building in his chest at this man flirting with you. All cleaned in a suit and not a hair out of place, you were completely caught up in what he was saying before pulling around to grab the fresh pitcher.

"Oh, there is Curtis right now. Curtis, this is Jim Dobyne, the history teacher for eigth grade." You said, not sensing the way Curtis was eyeing him up and down while Dobyne seemed to do the same in those few quiet seconds before both men reached to shake hands.

It was shortly after that Curtis had brought you out to the car. Thinking you guys were headed back to his house you went to buckle yourself in. "You won't be needing that." He dropped the driver's seat down and caught you by surprise when he maneuvered you into his lap.

"Curtis!" You yelped in surprise while sprawled against him. He didn't give you the room to pull away from him although the protest died in your throat as he kissed you. A possessive kiss where his tongue claimed yours and you melted against him. "Right here?" You managed to whine out when gasping for air. You barely caught the glimmer in his eyes, the bars neon lights just enough to let you see him.

"Right here Honey. Sit up." He pushed himself up, pushing you too while his hands roamed under your shirt to knead your breasts and go back to kissing your neck, making you wither in his lap. His mouth was working all your tender spots, making you arch and grind into his lap. "I saw him looking at you and..."

"And what Curtis?" You grasped the back of his head when his teeth latched near your collarbone, encouraging for more as you ground against his groin. "thought he was going to make a move?"

That elicited a growl that sent a rush spiraling through you. Right in your core, your panties clung to you and his rough hands rucked your skirt around your waist while he pushed your panties aside. There was no mistaking the sound- his fingers squelching in your aroused pussy, it made you ride his fingers. "He wouldn't get far Pretty Girl, but I saw it and wanted to-" He couldn't even finish, his mouth laying once more against the column of your neck, leaving bruising hickeys flush against your skin.

You knew Curtis really wasn't worried about Jim, but this possessive side in Curtis turned you on, you just wanted his cock pounding into you. So different from Jake. Jake strived to make you scared to talk to another man, Curtis just wanted to imprint himself on you so that you wouldn't forget him. Your hand fell to his pants, his erection straining and your arousal staining his jeans.

When you finally got his cock free, you felt your skin flushed with Curtis's possessive marks. You pushed against his wrist to move his hand from between his thighs and lifted to slide his cock through your drenched folds. Sinking on him made you throw your head back with a soft cry of pleasure.

A thrust from his hips had you join him, Curtis took his own pleasure in your cleavage peeking out the top of your shirt. You smelled good, and tasted even better. His soaked digits smeared against your bit of skin peeking from your shirt where he dragged his tongue through your essence.

You tasted as good as he remembered, sweet essence that he savored as his eyes lifted to watch you ride him. You panted as you chased your high with eyes screwed shut and fingers curled into his flannel button-up. "Oh god." You quivered and he fit his hands against your bouncing ass, grabbing on and easing you up and down while he steadily fucked up to meet you. "He never could Curtis." You chased faster, feeling him claim you inside just as he has done against your neck and collarbone. "Never could have me like this."

"Cause your mine." Curtis groaned out as your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him to pound as deep into you as possible and you slowed your bouncing for a second, grinding your clit messily against him.

"Cause I'm yours Curtis." You sped up, gasping as your ending was so close. "Come with me, please. I need you. Fill me cause I'm yours."

"I'm with you." He grasped the back of your neck, pulling you into his chest and bit into your shoulder, sucking a kiss in its place as he chased both of your endings, when he felt you gasp in a pleasured cry and shudder in his arms, melting against his chest, your face buried into the warmth of his neck while he released, keeping you flush against him as his cum kept coming, leaving you feeling him all through you. "Fuck Honey..." He groaned now, both of you clutching at each other in the now quiet. If you both were at that place, you would have told him you loved him.

Instead, you pressed gentle kisses against his tensed neck, your hand rubbing against his heaving chest, sharing it in other ways. "Hey... You know I would never-"

"I know Honey." Curtis cut you off while you shifted to sit up a bit to look down at him. His hands smoothed your skirt back over your ass and rubbed at your back. "I'm not worried. I just saw him looking at you a certain kinda way."

"Jim is married to his sweetheart, Grace. I promise he wouldn't ever ruin what he has with her." You chuckled softly, pressing your lips to his before muttering. "I don't think anyone will even question who I belong to. Marked me inside and out."

Curtis chuckled softly, tracing his thumb against your neck. "I might have gotten carried away a bit."

"I liked it." You bumped your nose against his. "Do you wanna go back in and finish that game or get out of here? I have some marking I feel like doing too."

It wasn't even a hard choice for Curtis. He reached around to turn on the car keys, making the car rumble to life while you pulled yourself off his lap and back into the passenger seat.

#life is short so make it sweet #curtis and honey #curtis and reader #curtis and you #amber answers #amber writes #sweater writes

[colleenmurphy]

@aristobun

Col seems to have become quite smitten with...you're not going to believe this but Pauly Shore. So...I'm hoping this is a one off and a Drabble or a post or two should do it. Good lord girly. *face palm*

#I don't even know what to call the pairing #or a name for this character's FC #I just...The Weasel and The Fox? East Coast Meets West Coast

[kingyo-konbini]

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✿I Maintain The Right To Refuse Requests: I can choose to not answer/delete any requests at my discretion without any reason provided.

[BASICS REGARDING REQUESTS]

✿Headcanon/Scenario/Drabble/One Shot Format: unless otherwise specified, I will choose which format to answer requests with. please feel free to request something specific (i.e. headcanons, drabble) but be aware that if I feel unable to properly write in the requested format, it will be answered in a format chosen at my discretion.

✿Pronouns: I write using either gender neutral or female pronouns. feel free to be specific and request either, though I may default to gender neutral if I feel unable to properly write what I want using gendered terms.

✿NSFW Content: I cannot write smut to save my life. I can write smutty headcanons, but scenarios/one shots/drabbles are a total no-go, so feel free to request smut headcanons unless it’s been specified that I’m not accepting NSFW requests.

✿Dark Content: I am more than happy to fulfil angsty and/or dark requests that have to deal with most any potentially triggering content, but they will be answered at my discretion. 

[DO NOT SUBMIT...]

✿Do Not Submit Poly Requests: I am not a polyamorous individual and do not feel comfortable with my ability to properly/accurately write for characters in that setting.

✿Do Not Submit Ship Requests: I have no experience writing ships, so I will not be writing any canon character x canon character content.

✿Do Not Submit NSFW/Dark Requests For Underage Characters: I will only write dark or NSFW content for characters that are adults. any requests for that content involving minor characters will be deleted.

✿Do Not Submit Character x OC Requests: I will only write reader insert fics at this point in time.

[CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR]

✿HAIKYUU:

Everyone

✿MY HERO ACADEMIA:

Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Amajiki Tamaki (Suneater)

Dabi / Todoroki Touya

Shigaraki Tomura / Shimura Tenko

Shinsou Hitoshi

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

Toyomitsu Taishiro (Fat Gum)

Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic)

✿ONE PIECE:

Benn Beckman

Buggy

Crocodile

Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon)

Dracule Mihawk

Eustass Kid

Killer

Koby

Marco

Monkey D. Luffy

Nami

Nico Robin

Paulie

Penguin

Portgas D. Ace

Sabo

Shachi

Shanks

Smoker

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Vinsmoke Sanji

Zoro

✿JUJUTSU KAISEN: (I know I have nothing posted for them but trust ok I have written for jjk in the past just nothing published thank you xx)

Geto Suguru

Gojo Satoru

Inumaki Toge

Kamo Choso

Kamo Noritoshi

Nanami Kento

Okkotsu Yuta

#konbini nav-a2 #rules #store rules

[shankschewtoy]

❆ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ❆

hi everyone! In the honor of the holidays, and 450 followers, here’s my first event :)

this is a one piece only prompt event, you can choose prompts as you like with any characters excluding the ones listed in my rules/guidelines

status - closed

rules ——

in each ask, there’s a limit of three characters for headcanons, and two for longer prompts, just so it doesn’t get too cluttered!

all of these will be g/n!reader unless specified :)

this event will end on December 27th

if it’s a character that I’m not comfortable with writing, I won’t include them, sorry!

poly is alright, but only with super specific pairings, I’ll let you know if I’m not ok with it, and I’ll do the characters separately

dilfs are ok, don’t be afraid to ask!

the prompts that are green and red can be either romantic or platonic, please specify!

asks that are off anon are a bit easier because then if I need to change your ask a bit, I know who to talk to :) but it’s no problem if it’s anonymous as well! whatever you’re comfortable with

all posts from this event will be tagged with #EDAY450 (idk how to name stuff lol)

characters ——

romantic - corazon, zoro, sanji, rayleigh, roger, yamato, koby, ace, sabo, luffy, marco, shanks, mihawk, crocodile, paulie, kaku, franky, robin, nami, smoker, law, kidd, killer, benn, izou, katakuri (if a character you would like isn’t here, I might’ve forgotten or I don’t know who they are, so let me know!!)

platonic - chopper, perona, whitebeard (father figure), carrot, jimbei (also father figure), any of the characters in romantic are ok here too :)

prompts ——

❆ green prompts are romantic, red prompts are platonic, and both are colored green and red <3 ❆

❆ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ❆

1) snowball fight (I can either combine a bunch of characters to make it a huge fight, or just reader + one character)

2) baking cookies for santa

3) “do you like the snow?”

4) kissing under the mistletoe

5) dinner with your family

6) cuddling by the fire

7) making/drinking hot cocoa together

8) gift shopping

9) “just wear the damn hat.”

10) “don’t eat the yellow snow-!”

11) making snow angels

12) wrapping presents

13) decorating the tree/house

14) making gingerbread houses

15) skincare for the dry season

❆ 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 ❆

these are all romantic prompts

——

1) dancing in the snow

2) giving you their jacket

3) cozy evenings

4) the first snow

asks ——

these are some examples of what to include in the asks :) it doesn’t have to be exactly like I’m listing here, just be sure to include if it’s from the headcanon list or the drabble list, if it’s a platonic relationship, and the characters <3

drabbles prompt 4 with law and kaku

platonic headcanons with prompt 8 for whitebeard and robin

headcanons for rayleigh and franky with prompt 5

thank you all again for the support, I’m so happy to write for you all :)💜💜

#EDAY450 #evou #one piece x reader #one piece

[rzdhc]

thank you @gali-la for tagging me!!

rules: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs!

I did something similar recently but I'll post just titles and a short descriptor / a few tags instead

but because I've got so many, I'll only post the more recent ones that I actually plan on working on, all under the readmore

pretty much all but a few are one piece, the rest of my unfinished fics are abandoned

Hermitcraft

Yo, I Don't Know What To Say - was supposed to be for the hermitgang lyrics fic list last year, but I never finished and I feel so bad about it :((( an au where zedaph was left behind in s5 and it was wormman they took to s6 instead

One Piece

Kata\\Cora Arranged Marriage

Bye Dads! I'm Going On An Adventure - kata\\cora au where rosinante lives post minion island and law was raised by rosinante and katakuri and how it changes canon

Undercover - part of the Bye Dads! au, it's a prequel how katakuri met law and rosinante

Dad (yes that's the file name on google docs lmao) - part of the Bye Dads! au where law calls katakuri dad for the first time

02 newscoo - part of my hearts beloved fic verse where rosinante finds about law has been doing through the newscoo

Oceans Away (there are several files in the works but all one fic) - sh\\uggy fic, snapshots of shanks and buggy's life and how they manage a relationship throughout time

revolutionary!buggy (several files but all one fic) - snapshots through buggy's life as a revolutionary leader

soulmates kata\\cora au - katakuri and rosinante pov, soulmark where it's their name

childhood crush II - sequel to my childhood crush drabble

untitled paulie\\lucci - just canon except with paulie and lucci were dating

5 + 1 people discover kid\\killer

A Flamingo's Anger alive!rosinante - the marines fake rosinante's death to pull him back from undercover and doflamingo's pissed and resentful towards them

Alive Corazon Law & Corazon - rosinante lives and was found in dressrosa

In Life's Canon Universe - kata\\cora au dimension hopping where married!katakuri is forced into the canon verse

She's the captain, not me fem!kid\\killer - established relationship through life

soulmark kid\\killer - soulmate mark au where kid likes showing it off

untitled ace x past marco - time travel, set in oden flashback

Whitebeard's New Son buggy & whitebeard pirates - buggy feels unappreciated, joins the whitebeard pirates; roger's pissed, shanks is sad, buggy flourishes.

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I've got like so many more wips that I'm actively working and this isn't even everything but I'll spare you from seeing any more 😅

I'm not sure tag but if you want to do, feel free to tag me, I'd love to see it!

#wip #wips #ask game reply #rzdhcopshipping #shipping #oh oops titles only? I put descriptors lmao uh feel free to ask more if you want?

[onlyswan]

my lovely art! ❤️‍🩹✨

how would jungkook react if y/n was having a breakdown but instead of crying, she were to be silent and sulky, hiding her feelings because he’s been having stressful days at work? 🥺

hi my lovely pauli <3

oh yes this happened a lot during the early stages of their relationship, it can also be apparent based on the latest drabble :( of course jungkook would be so sad and upset and at some point blame himself for not paying enough attention and not making enough time for yn- and when they talked about it at length they cried together :( and promised to lean on each other instead of hiding in a corner in lonesomeness 🫂

#art’s mailbox #<333

[kithtaehyung]

it's funny how one of your drabbles is 6.5k and my upcoming oneshot is 6k AHAHAHAHA ok opens notes app so she can begin commenting:

But the sound he makes causes you to still your movements. Did he just… groan?

i wish you could've seen my face. i smirked.

Fuck! Before you can finish, Yoongi grabs at your scalp to tug your head back, and you let out a quick groan. “How’d that feel, doll?”

butterflies

Sparks and tingles erupt all along your limbs, like tiny aftershocks that have you descending into a madness you won’t shake off.

I LOVE !!!! THE WAY !!!! YOU DETAIL EVERYTHING

He swirls his tongue, demonstrating exactly what he’d do to you if you let him.

haha wtf i can't deal with the butterflies

He does it again just to cut you off, pressing his tongue against your pulse at the same fucking time.

SIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[…] yet you realize that you don’t regret a thing.

my heart

How are you already about to come?

it's yoongi lol

[...] and it takes you more time than necessary to realize that it’s his chains that are sliding down your chest

THE CHAINS- OKFVOFVMV OMG I DIDN'T REMEMBER THEM

Pushing yourself up, you fight through the pleasure running through you to pull his shirt off your body, trying hard to not look at the way he’s devouring you.

yes girlieeeeeeeeeeeeee and his reaction!

[...] you’re sure you see planets instead

i want this tongue technology

The tip of a finger penetrates a hole you didn’t expect at all, and the sudden mix of shock and pleasure serves as the final breaking point, catapulting you into vivid euphoria as your back leaps from his mattress.

i started choking

What would… What would it be like to— No. Fuck, don’t think about it. No no no. That’s something you absolutely can’t—

are we referring to doing the deed without a condom?

What did you want to do? Make him remember you? What the fuck have you done so far to solidify that…

auch?

Because not only does the sting feel good, but Yoongi laps at your nipples each time your chest presses against his sweaty face.

i need them to use nipple clamps (this feels like me on my period bc i went from sad to horny in less than 5 min)

All you feel are rough palms on your ass before you’re slammed mercilessly on his cock...

dear god

[…] Yoongi’s hand gripping the chains at the base of your head. “Gonna act like a slut, gonna get fucked like one.” “Please!”

I CHOKED AGAIN.

If he gets to claim you, there’s no reason why you can’t do the same.

yes yES YES YES.

Mouth wide, you slip three digits inside, licking and sucking on your fingers while Yoongi glowers at you, volcanic.

HELLOO?

A soft kiss is planted on the inside of your wrist…

it's just a kiss, pauli. stop sobbing.

“I wasn’t!” Your laughs are only flying out from instinct, the rest of your body fighting to escape. “Babe! It hurts, stop!”

:(((((((((((((((((((( crying

“Yeah. I’ll pull it up again. What’d it sound like?”

screaming

You remember knowing for sure that it was him, singing over instruments. It wasn’t fast-paced, or super slow. Definitely more on the chill side? A trumpet sound probably?

IS IT MOONLIGHT

If Yoongi ends up showing you something that private, you don’t know how your heart will react. Especially now, when it’s already finding a home it can’t keep in his sheets.

Ok screaming, crying, throwing up

don't i love you and 3tan!yoongi, babe.

thousand thank you's <3

TEMPOOOO (or Pauli?! We have a name name?!) thank you so much for the speedy read and amazing feedback as always😭💕🤍

We were indeed referring to that😀 and so his answer was😀😀😀 I screamed. A scream that I cannot take back LMAO ugh oh my god. And you want them to use wHAT💀 oh my. Maybe during a random 3tan unhinged drabble request day LOL so many scenarios for these two…

We were indeed referring to that😀 and so his answer was😀😀😀 I screamed. A scream that I cannot take back LMAO ugh oh my god. And you want them to use wHAT💀 oh my. Maybe during a random 3tan unhinged drabble request day LOL so many scenarios for these two…

And ARGHHH THE CHAINS🫠💀🤺 I slowly sank to the ground. Almost didn’t make it through this one. They really will end me one day. ONE DAY ALSLSLDLS and then the way reader was just as confident and everything in this one, too? Goodbye.

They were so fcking cute at the end I want to sob into my gd fist. Like.. the kiss on the wrist too oh Lordy. AND YES U GOT IT he was working on that one when we walked in :(((( not finished obviously but that’s the beat!

I love you too😭🫶💕 me and 3tan yoongi will be here for you whenever you need us🤍 thank you for reading and here’s to 3tan8!

#UGHHHH thank you!! #tempo! #asks:3tan #lovely people #3tan7.5 #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

[daechwitatamic]

How soon?

2:30pm EDT tomorrow :) :) :) and Chapter 9 on Monday, 6am EDT

and I wrote a Yoongi drabble today as soon as Pauli beta's it and Jen makes my banner!

AND I'M WORKING ON ANOTHER TAE POV REQUEST

#i love writing you guys :( #answered #pamzn

[strawhbrrries]

what about snooki and jwoww writing the note for the drabble?

im stuck between this, pauly on the phone with the one girl and “you’re stalking my whole life on the boardwalk”, or angelina smacking pauly. they’re all hilarious episodes and i’m stuck!!!

#asks 🫶🏼 #you read my mind though anon

[joels6string]

it’s probably a long shot but could there possibly be some more of joel hating on paulie in future chapters or maybe even a separate drabble/oneshot in the future 👀 i just find joel so sexy when he’s angry 😵‍💫😪🤤

Oh… yep lol. That man has fucked his chance at ever getting a tepid Joel lol. He’s going to hate him for life.

#katfish over and out