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im doing well ! how abt you perse ?? are you doing well ? have u had breakfast ? AND ENJOY THE FIC TOO WUUW
i’m coping ): i’m still not really keeping my food down but i’m taking my gran out for lunch today
#my cramps are so painful theyre making me feel even more sick shdjnddkdm#today has only just began wtf#ʚ the mailbox ɞ ₊˚๑#— 🌿 amai#perse’s sweethearts : 🪴#https-heizou#i’m so glad ur well 🥺#i will thoroughly enjoy anything to do with cyno (unless its angst)
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summary: in which you drive jungkook mad but you make his heart beat.
idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive, a pinch of angst / word count: 5k
content/warnings: tried sumn different so this is mainly from jungkook’s pov :D !! drummer!oc ur so cool & i’m stealing u from ur bf 🏃— mention of a 10 yr age gap between jk & a guy who likes oc (he’s hella pissed off) ; mentions of (car) s^x ; allusion to a bl^wj^b ; jk just got home from tour & oc is tipsy, needy, & dramatic as hell T_T ; oc /briefly/ touches jk while he’s driving & he /nearly/ loses his shit & crashes the car (he doesn’t) (i’m kidding) + to the anon who wanted to jk’s cheek scar to get a kissy here u go 🥺
> in which masterlist!
note: oc is so shot glass of tears coded especially in this… i’m glad i’m posting this after golden came out just so i could say it 🥰 this takes place after this drabble sooo the end of oct 2018 <3 if u’ve read the prev drabble too, this was when jk said those exact words in the past 🥺 wrote this in the middle of hell week so i was half out of my mind :'] as always feedback & reblogs rrr always appreciated !! 🥺
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jungkook loves the sound of rain— the gentle knocks on every surface of the earth has always been a lullaby even during daylight.
tonight is a different story, however. it is defeaning, terrifying even. he can barely see what is infront of him, spare the occasional headlights blazing across the slippery roads. his umbrella is being stolen away by the harsh gusts of wind and the mud stains on his sneakers are well-hidden by the plain black.
and yes, he is tired; and yes, this is hard, but that is the end of it.
you’re exactly where you told him you’d wait, far behind the edge of the roof where the rainwater falls from and splashes on the ground. you stand out in his blue oversized shirt, one that he purposely left behind in your closet so he could have something else to wear when he sleeps over.
you’re too busy typing on your phone to see him crossing the parking lot; he feels his very own vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. however, his giddy smile fades when a man exits through the entrance door and approaches you with a red umbrella. his strides become slightly hurried then, as he watches you politely decline it with that heart-fluttering smile of yours everybody adores.
“oh no, really, i’m fine. you might need it later! my boyfriend is already coming to pick me up anyway.”
jungkook acts cool. he tucks his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, tries to make himself appear bigger because he realizes that he would be inches shorter than the man if not for the platforms of his shoes.
“____, baby!”
upon hearing your name coming from the lips of your lover, your face lights up even brighter.
“jungkook!”
you greet him with an embrace, jumping into his arms before he can properly set down his umbrella on the ground.
“yah, yah-yah! be careful!” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to catch you, peering down to check how high your boots are for you to be running and jumping around freely.
“hey, i’m going back inside- there’s more customers coming in. make it home safe, alright?”
the stranger tries to catch your attention, and jungkook’s protectiveness swiftly kicks in when he lays a hand on you and slides it down to your lower back. your boyfriend turns you away from the unprompted touch by pulling your body closer to his side, and he is unable to control how his eyebrows knit together in annoyance.
he wasn’t planning on giving much thought to the presence of a man around you. he knows better than that. but he has never heard about this one, which raises the question of who the fuck is he to freely touch you like that?
“oh- alright! thank you, jun!”
“you better take care of ____, man. it’s dangerous around here during this time.”
he receives a rather heavy and condescending pat on the shoulder, and so, with his annoyance bubbling worse, he wears a passive aggressive smile on his face.
“yeah, of course i am,”
jun’s nostrils flare as he witnesses you sneakily slide your hands underneath jungkook’s hoodie in search of warmth.
“i’m here now, so there’s no need to worry about my girlfriend anymore.”
he nods, then forces himself to smile. “that’s good, then.”
“yeah, thanks. we’re leaving.”
“oh, okay. have a nice night!”
“you too,”
he turns on his heel and returns inside the busy establishment— but not before jungkook made sure that he saw the bruises on his knuckles that he got from his boxing sessions.
his jaw clenches as he glares at the door.
is he being petty? sure, to hell with that. he doesn’t care. he’s always been one to trust his gut, and he has a bad feeling.
he is met by a love-drunk smile when his undivided attention is at last given to you, in the form of fond eyes and affectionate strokes of your hair.
“who was that?”
“eh, new bartender,” you shrug with disinterest. “hm, i think he’s 31…? he’s nice but he keeps talking about wrestling.”
he raises an eyebrow at the mention of his age, while your lips form a sad pout.
what the hell? he thought he would be 25 at most.
“the tv has been in the same channel for the past two weeks because of him. it’s all i’ve been seeing! i don’t like it-” you whine in distress, quite frankly, a little traumatized.
an endeared smile is coaxed out of him at your adorableness, how your speech is a little slurred and how you’re looking at him like you’re begging him to do something about it.
“makes me nervous,”
his dominant hand closes into a fist.
if he only he had known. should’ve fucking punched the guy, give him a taste of what he seems to be a huge fan of.
“let’s watch something calming when we get home, how about that?”
you nod your head, eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut when he leans in for a much awaited kiss. how sweet, he feels a little more alive than before. he can smell it, even taste it— the peach margarita you started sipping on before the band’s first set. concocted by jun, he presumes. he pulls away with a small smile, licking his lips for the traces of you that clung to him.
out of the blue, you burst into a fit of giggles, weak knees buckling as your weight crashes on him.
“i missed you!”
“babe, are you seriously drunk?” he chuckles, holding you with a secure grip around your torso.
“maaaybe tipsy…? i was pretending not to be.” you stand on your tip-toes to nuzzle your face against his neck, mumbling sheepishly. “only trust you.”
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“i should’ve accepted the umbrella.” you grunt childishly, body going limp on jungkook’s back, except for the arm holding up the umbrella that shields the both of you from the pouring rain.
“yah!” he scolds you, clearly not pleased with the words that just came from your mouth. “what does that mean?”
“i’m embarrassed! they’re probably feeling bad for you.”
the last sentence comes out as a whisper, pertaining to the side glances you’ve been attracting from strangers as you make your way to your boyfriend’s car.
unfortunately, he had to park somewhere far because the restobar’s parking lot was already full.
you jokingly complained about staining your white boots with dirt and mud, but you instantly regretted it when he bent down, signalling you to ride on his back without an ounce of hesitation.
“our shoulders always get wet when we share an umbrella,” he said. “if i carry you, wouldn’t it be better?”
“embarrassing? some would even say romantic!”
something peculiar happens then— when your lips ghost over his left cheek, planting an affectionate kiss there that lasts for seconds. you pull away with a smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you.
“i love you,” you hum, grasping the umbrella upright before it could tip over.
he doesn’t know if you did it on purpose or not, kissing him precisely where his scar is, but his heart jumps in his chest when he feels it begin to throb.
as if the wound from his childhood has come alive. as if, once again, he is bleeding as he glares at his older brother, and he still wants to play games on the computer oblivious to the fact that it would leave a permanent scar, a brand new landmark on his body.
you mistake his silence for something else.
you frown, warm breath tickling his neck as you quietly ask. “are you still mad at me?”
he sighs, vision landing on the ground as his walking pace slows down. “no? i was wrong. i shouldn’t have questioned your decision in the first place… why would i be mad?”
you started playing the drums for your friend’s band two months ago, just as soon as he left for tour. you volunteered after witnessing how distraught they were when their drummer vanished without a trace. he learned that it used to be a hobby of yours from childhood until early teenage years, playing the drums, but it was robbed from you when your father took his instruments with him when he abandoned your home for another.
he was pleasantly surprised when he learned about it, recounted all the times your hands and fingers were drumming on any sort of surface and his head naturally bopped to the beat, but then again, you never brought it up.
isn’t ____ so cool? he would proudly say when he flaunts you to his friends, even the protocol team, who have never seen him so happy.
three times a week, from nine in the evening until midnight, your phone was propped up on an empty table infront of the stage, and him, on the other side of the globe, excitedly watched you from backstage while he was getting ready for their own show. some other times, he was in his hotel room, or the private jet. his patience has been tested by crappy wifi, nosy and noisy people, and his earphones that stopped working while you looked insanely attractive grooving to ‘why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ as you effortlessly played the drums. he showered you with compliments as you did for him. you’re working hard so he must do the same.
he arrived home from tour the other day, spent the rest of its hours sleeping. yesterday, he waited for you at school and then at work like a lost puppy, slept on your bed (if he’s being honest, the two of you didn’t do much sleeping) then woke up at 9am for work.
and he tried his best, he really did, to get out of the company early enough to catch you playing a song or two. after all, it was your last day at the job.
much as you enjoyed reconnecting with an old flame— loved the overflowing tips that came from those who were amazed by your talent (well, there were also those who were just trying to get into your pants), the moment that the old drummer got down on his knees begging to be taken back by his best friends, just like how you became a part of the band, you voluntarily stepped down.
jungkook didn’t agree with this decision. he didn’t understand why you’d sacrifice something that makes you happy for a person who fucked up and wasted what they had. you went back and forth over it on the phone until you cried, told him that it wasn’t easy for you, and he couldn’t hold you in his arms or kiss your face. he could only apologize, and it even felt insincere doing it through a screen.
maybe he’s only relieved that you no longer need to be around a man an entire decade older than he is, who is obviously interested in you and serves you alcohol drinks. no, that doesn’t sit right with him. he needs jun, or whatever the fuck his true name is, to stay very far away from his baby.
“i’m just sad that i never got to watch you perform in person.”
you rest your cheek on his shoulder, heavy eyelids slowly blinking as the headlights of a black van blindsides you.
what the fuck. too bright.
“me too…”
—
“i’m bored,” you release a dramatic sigh, stealing a glimpse of jungkook at the driver’s seat, just to see if you caught his attention like you intended.
his eyes are trained on the dashboard, however, focused on the navigation guide displayed on his phone. he isn’t very familiar with this part of the city. it took him more than an hour to arrive at the address you sent him, including the time he spent in the middle of traffic.
“forty-eight minutes, then we can do whatever you want.”
“whatever i want?”
he slows down the car, briefly turning his head to find you expectantly looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
“of course,” he laughs, taking one hand off the wheel to squish your cheeks together. “just tell me what it is, baby.”
he doesn’t catch the sad look that flashes across your face after you lose his touch.
“then i’ll tell you when i figure out what i want,” you say quietly.
“i thought you already had something in mind?”
“nope,” you answer with yet another sigh.
you choose to stare out the window in silence, body completely slumping into your seat in defeat.
jungkook’s senses are sharp, or he likes to believe so. “are you okay?”
“i’m okay,”
“you sure?”
“hmm,” you hum curtly, and then you close your eyes, so he decides not to press further despite wanting to.
he meets a red traffic light not long after that. and so, he hurriedly grabs the black fleece blanket in the backseat. he envelopes you in it, crossing the distance between you to softly press his lips onto yours for a goodnight kiss. he feels you respond, albeit lazily, and he smirks cockily when you lift yourself up to chase him for one more, please— desperately, to get your fill of goodnight kisses from the many nights that you missed it.
the time seems to tick excruciatingly slow now that you’re quiet. a minute is multiplied by a hundred. the steady rhythm of your breathing keeps him sane throughout dark avenues and encounters with reckless drivers of the midnight scene.
he missed you. he missed you so much, and he knows that you’re tired from university, and tutoring high school students in english, and playing the drums for more than two hours… but he selfishly wishes that you’re awake right now so he can make up for the two months that you were apart.
be careful of what you wish for, they said.
jungkook should know better by now.
“i can’t sleep,” he hears you whisper in a dulcet tone that indirectly tells him you’re in need of some love… but he isn’t given the chance to act upon that request because you’re already all over what it is that you need.
he swallows thickly, glancing down at your hand that has somehow found its way to his inner thigh— zeroing in on your red nails, can feel them faintly grazing his skin.
you’re so pretty. everywhere.
even when naked and bare.
no, especially. it’s all he can think about.
he can draw you from memory.
“____,” he utters your name through gritted teeth, heart beginning to race a thousand miles per second in his chest.
the effect of your teasing touch is instantaneous, slowly inching closer and closer to where his growing erection is. his eyes remain focused on the road, but he fears that he’ll start thinking with his dick soon if you carry on with this act a few seconds longer.
“shit, not now, baby- please- not while i’m driving.”
your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, poorly concealing a self-satisfied smirk, and you pretend not to hear a single word from his plea.
a minx, that’s what you are, always causing trouble and blurring lines in his eyes.
“____, i’m not joking around. don’t make me mad-”
his warning is cut short by-
“fuck… fuck,” he curses, filter flying out the window once he feels you tracing the outline of his hard-on, the feather-light touch of your fingers smoothly gliding across the fabric of his sweatpants, and he completely loses it when your soft palm caresses his cock, so gentle that it feels almost innocent.
okay, so he couldn’t feel it because you weren’t skin-to-skin, but he knows that your hands are soft, can feel his imagination running wilder because he has memorized the way they feel on most parts of his body.
you’re so incredibly nasty and evil for this— squeezing him lightly, taking advantage of how sensitive he’s gotten, making him tremble as pleasure shoots up his spine. his breath stutters in his lungs and he unconsciously pushes harder on the gas.
and although it means fighting every fiber of his being that painfully yearns for more, he seizes your wrist in an iron grip, placing your hand over the gearstick while his sits heavy on top of yours.
“____! behave! you’re going to get us killed!”
he watches you jut out your bottom lip through the rearview mirror, eyes hazy with lust staring down at where your hand used to be, and then his handsome face. he is evidently flushed, honey skin dusted with a rosy pink. all the way to the tips of his ears, down to his neck.
while he’s driving? really?
doesn’t this only happen in wet dreams?
you are not real.
“then pull over,” you plead. “please?”
he releases a shaky breath. you’re always so needy with alcohol in your system, drove him into total insanity while he couldn’t be here to give you what you wanted.
“no, you need to learn how to be patient… told you we can do whatever you want when we get home, right?”
wrong move.
the silence returns, and just when he thought that you went back to your journey to slumber, the sound of your sniffles fill the car.
jungkook’s heart breaks into a million pieces.
also, he wants to slam his head against the steering wheel.
you make it so fucking hard to resist you; you always get what you want. it becomes much harder when he is the subject of your desire and he loves being loved.
“haven’t i been patient enough…? i missed you so much.”
“and i missed you too!” he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing them on your skin. “fuck, you have no idea how much… please, don’t cry.”
“then pull over,” you stubbornly insist, and he is so close to driving this car into a lamp post. “fuck me at the backseat.”
“can’t,” he mumbles, sounding almost pained, and he is. he wants you so bad, it hurts. “we’re going to have to do it without protection.”
“what do you mean?” you exclaim.
you rip your hand away from his, not wasting time in unlocking the glove compartment, and a sound of sheer disappointment escapes from your mouth as you collapse back on your seat.
“jungkook, i hate you!”
“well right now i hate myself too!” he cries out in frustration. “i didn’t have the time to buy more, okay?”
“and there’s not one in your wallet?”
“babe, are you serious?!”
“what?!”
somehow, his hands still expertly swivels the steering wheel as the car meets a curve.
but he feels dizzy. the ghost of your touch is still there, a promise of carnal pleasure unfulfilled.
“stop the car,” you say out of the blue, rather calmly, and that terrifies the shit out of him.
he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes switching between you and the road in panic. “huh?”
“i said stop the car, i’m stepping out.”
“babe, come on,” he moans, ruined and tormented. he reaches for your hand but you scoot further away from him, and he ignores the way his heart drops to his stomach as he kneads your exposed thigh instead. “please, don’t be like this. i just got home.”
“jungkook! if you don’t let me get off this car right now, i swear!”
the urgency embedded in your threatening voice leaves your boyfriend with no choice but to pull over to the side of the street as soon as he gets the chance.
he carries on to unbuckle his seatbelt.
“baby, stop being stu-”
he tries to reach for you, but he is rudely ignored as you hop off the car and slam the door shut on his face.
“…bborn…”
he blinks.
he inhales. he exhales.
and then he buries his face in his hands to scream… as quietly as possible.
“what the fuck was in that margarita?!”
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jungkook steps out of the car worried sick about you. now wearing a black bucket hat, his head whips in different directions in search for the familiar shape of your body, your hair, your shirt that is his, anything.
his arm rests on top of the car door, the other on the roof, fingers drumming on it anxiously as he chews on his bottom lip.
there are mostly restaurants here, it seems. some are already closed, some are still lights on. not far away, he hears a karaoke place bursting with music and laughter. he looks up and he finds that the night sky remains barren of stars; there’s no guidance from the heavens that will lead him to you.
except for the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name.
he turns around, and he knows it’s going to sound extremely silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movie— because you’re jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion. perhaps it is to prevent him from falling on his knees in relief, because he genuinely thought that you already went home on your own like the stubborn brat that you are.
“____, where did you go?! you can’t just run off like that! seriously, that was not nice!”
“i forgot my wallet!” you squeal as you halt infront of him, slapping your forehead as a way to scold yourself. “i found a hotteok cart!”
his anger quickly dissipitates. he scans your face, mouth agape in bewilderment.
you, screaming at him to stop the car because there was a sighting of your favorite snack? makes sense.
he dishes out the wallet from his pocket. “wha- i thought you… you didn’t have money?”
you shake your head to answer his question.
“then how are you already eating?”
you take another bite from the hot hotteok you’re holding in a paper cup, and then you shrug.
“i was already eating when i realized it,” you point at yourself, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “so he let me run back here. does it look like this face would steal?”
“you’re impossible!” he bursts out laughing, the unique sound of his joy harmonizing with the mundane noises of the city.
he is thoroughly amused and in awe of your undeniable charm never failing to work its magic. if you just gave it a shot, you might be even better at him at his job.
you’re pliant as he captures your wrist, tugging you away with him so he can lock the car.
“i bought three, by the way.” you note as the two of you start walking, with you clinging to his side. “the last three then mister can go home.”
you put the hotteok near his mouth, and he pauses to take a big bite. “have you even had dinner?”
“just the four margaritas- they were yummy! or was it five?”
he clicks his tongue in disappointment, but he doesn’t get to say anything more about it because you’ve reached the hotteok cart, and he’s already handing the vendor the money.
“thank you!” he bows his head politely as he accepts the remaining two you mentioned earlier, handing them over to you.
“no, this is yours.” you speak with tenderness, giving back one of the cups to him. “then we’ll split the third one. it’s really good!”
the vendor secretly watches the interaction with a fond smile as he packs up to finally, finally end his long day working at the busy streets of seoul.
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you’re sat together on the hood of jungkook’s car as you share a midnight snack. with caring hands, you rip the hotteok apart in perfect halves, offering the other to your lover. he accepts it in between his teeth.
“do you want drums as your christmas gift?”
“love,” you search for the words to say as you chew the food in your mouth. “i can barely fit in my apartment. where am i going to put a drum set…? not to mention that i can’t even cry without my neighbor hearing it.”
his shoulders drop in dejection, and you rub your boyfriend’s back in an attempt to comfort him.
“you must really want to see me play, don’t you?”
“i’m dying to,” he says in pure jungkook fashion, tone dramatic and thick with an accent that is entirely his. “i can’t believe there were regulars who saw you every night, while i, your boyfriend, didn’t even see you once…! even that fucking bartender… this- this can’t be right! do you think this makes sense? no, right?”
“aw, my baby,” you coo at him, jutting out your bottom lip as you tenderly cup his face.
“i don’t trust him, by the way,” he scoffs. “as much as possible, stay away from him when you visit, alright…? if i see him touching you one more time, i don’t know what i’ll end up doing to him.”
“i don’t like him either,” you giggle. “so that’s easy.”
he stares at your bloodshot eyes. damn it, you haven’t sobered up.
“____, i’m serious. he’s weird. i’m worried about you but i can’t always be here to protect you.”
you blink at him innocently. “i am too! serious!”
“you promise me?”
“i promise!”
he nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gets lost in the sea of his own thoughts. “i should talk to your friends about this, too. is that okay?”
“if that will ease your mind,” you half-smile, heart fluttering in your chest because you feel so cherished.
comfortable silence follows suit.
the hotteok is still soft and warm and sweet. if your love had to be delivered to his doorstep, it would in the form of your favorite food.
he sighs to gain more of your sympathy, basking in the attention he’s receiving from you. he missed this. he missed you. he sounds like a broken record, but it’s true.
“come ooon, don’t be sad! i’ll make it up to you! but it’s a surprise!”
“surprise?” he eyes you with suspicion. “what surprise?”
“just trust me, alright?”
you poke his cheek where his dimples are, and you witness them pop out as he copies your contagious smile.
“can i make a guess?”
“nope!”
you fit the remaining piece of your hotteok in your mouth, jumping off the hood of the car. you stand before him as you wipe your hands clean with a small paper napkin.
“don’t you dare. if you guess it right then my plans will be ruined!”
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you’re back on the passenger seat to travel the remaining twenty-seven minutes to your apartment.
jungkook melts into the tenderness of your touch as he drives. you’re tracing the toned muscles of his arms; stroking his hair, his face, and the smell of the sticky brown sugar from the hotteok still lingers on your skin.
“when are you going to start getting tattoos?” you wonder out loud as he intertwines your fingers together on top of his thigh. “i think you’d look so pretty.”
“i’m planning on it.”
his heart skips a beat at the thought of you remembering that he wants his skin artfully inked as you absentmindedly distracted yourself with it.
he licks his lips, smiling as he looks over at you. “you really think so? pretty?”
“hm, hot, too,” you stick your tongue out playfully, and he snorts out a laugh. “but as long as you’re happy, then nothing else matters.”
“of course- wait, yah! you still need to eat dinner.” he reminds you once he recognizes the path you’re taking.
a grocery store is not more than a kilometer away, if his memory serves him right.
“what do you want? i don’t mind cooking.”
“for you to fuck me, that’s what i want. you won’t mind that, too?”
oh my fucking god.
he wishes you were passed out drunk instead so he wouldn’t have to suffer this battle between self-control and his insatiable appetite for you.
“baby, aren’t you still sore from this morning?”
“a little,” he notices you squeezing your thighs together from his peripheral, and along with it, the bruises on your knees from when you worshipped his body last night. “but i want you.”
your giggles in reaction to him frustratedly running his fingers through his hair seems to only fuel the dirty thoughts in his head. he uncomfortably shifts in his seat to adjust himself.
“can you just bring it up when we get near your house? you’re killing me over here!”
“but why? i’m having fun.” you bring your tangled hands over to your side, peppering the back of his hand with innocent kisses. “i love you. you’re so cute.”
“are you… are you seriously calling me cute after what you just asked me to fuck you?”
his disbelief is challenged by your amusement.
“why not? being one dimensional? boring. being different things all at once? sexy.”
jungkook doesn’t need to see you play the drums to know that you are the only one capable of making his heart beat like this. to feel it pounding, it turns out there’s another way besides performing, he can just be alone with you. a different type of addictive exhilaration. he isn’t at the top of the world; he free falls as it revolves around you.
you always know the right words to say, because right now, he is preening. he’s wearing a big smile, the kind that looks like he’s laughing, but he’s not— almost. the kind that reaches his eyes, shapes them into little crescent moons.
how did he get so lucky?
rehearsals in the morning be damned, he will be fucking you good all night.
you make a noise of confusion when the car swerves into the trees at the side of the road.
“what are we doing here?”
jungkook only spares you a glance. “get in the backseat, baby.”
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come and see me ❀ ln4
in which everybody knows just how whipped your long distance boyfriend is for you
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landonorris my girl my girl my girl , and what about it?
yourinstagram i love you 🥰
yourinstagram call me call me call me
landonorris yes ma’am 😍
user lando seems like the type to mention his relationship at any moment and i’m here for it
oscarpiastri he does 😒
landonorris you act like it bothers you
oscarpiastri i just listen because i can’t tell you to shut up
user omg i’ve just gotten into watching f1 but who’s this?
user lando’s girlfriend! he’s head over heels whipped for her
bsfsinstagram please stop facetiming her while we’re trying to study ☹️
user get you a man like lando norris
yourinstagram he’s a one of a kind, but good luck trying!
user nothing was more sweet than watching lando’s post race interview when he said his celebratory plans were going home and facetiming y/n
user need this kind of love in my life asap 😩
my man 🏎️
are you back from the beach?
you
mhm, just made some dinner
wanna see the photos i took?
my man 🏎️
the answer’s the same every time babe
you
i’m screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet rn
my man 🏎️ loved an image
my man 🏎️ loved an image
my man 🏎️
holy shit yn
😩😩😩
is that the dress i sent you??
shit, it looks good, you look so good in it
im glad i bought it
you’re the prettiest woman i’ve ever seen
you
lando omg
stop it stop it
my man 🏎️
i cant praise my girlfriend?
i should buy you more things
you
please don’t 😭
this was more than enough i’m so in love with it
my man 🏎️
if i can’t see you i can at least spoil you
i was going to get you a van cleef stack, what colour did you want?
you
lando norris.
i don’t need a van cleef bracelet.
my man 🏎️
what about some heels?
you
you’ve already got me a bunch, my closet is begging for more space
how about you get me podium on your race in singapore?
i cant wait to watch tomorrow
my man 🏎️
well that’s already a guaranteed
i’ll just surprise you 🤍
you
okay love 🤍
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user awe the photo from his stream earlier 🥺
user HELP when he saw that y/n was watching he got so smiley and excited
bsfsinstagram not the partynextdoor lyric
yourinstagram the best of the best
landonorris im coming.
yourinstagram yeah sure 😓
user the period???
danielricciardo is this shade 🤔
yourinstagram most definitely not daniel, get off my page
bsfsinstagram danielricciardo you can get onto mine instead 😍
user realer than real
user does anyone else thinks she’s always too quick to show off her body, like she barely wears any clothing
landonorris shut up
bsfsinstagram shut up
oscarpiastri shut up
danielricciardo shut up
user omg if i was that user i would have no choice but to stop living bc how u get cussed out four times back to back
my man 🏎️
you shouldn’t worry about that comment angel
it’s been a few days, they took it down
you
i know, lots of people say it anyway
it shouldn’t bother me
my man 🏎️
it’s okay if it bothers you
but don’t change because of it
i like what you wear
i actually love it
you
🙄
of course you like it
you like everything about me
my man 🏎️
why wouldn’t it?
you’re so smart and kind
and fucking beautiful
i won the lottery
so don’t change yourself to fit a rando’s wants
who the hell even are they
you
i love you so much
i wish you were here right now
my man 🏎️
yeah, me too
but i got you that gift i was talking about
it should have arrived by now
you
oh i didn’t even notice
my man 🏎️
yeah they said they dropped it off at your door
you
okay i’ll go check, i’ll facetime you in a bit to try it on
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user lando standing on business norris
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yourinstagram i love it so much
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oscarpiastri ik your grades are cussing you out rn
yourinstagram i’m actually still getting all A’s i’ll have you know
bsfsinstagram parents reunited in brazil!!
yourinstagram 💋💋
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user the differences in their posts are taking me outtt
yourinstagram why would you post that
landonorris why wouldn’t i post that?
user will you be back in time for qatar?
mclaren he better be 😅
danielricciardo this is so girl from ipanema core lando
landonorris shut up mate
oscarpiastri when lando finally sees his girlfriend again and is no longer there to complain 🙏🏻
landonorris you know you miss me
oscarpiastri say hi to yn for me
yourinstagram best boyfriend ever 💋
landonorris only for you 🤍
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𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 part two | previous part ౨ৎ oscar x reader
WELCOME BACK TO DULCE HOTLINE!
enter your password: ***********
message list !
y/n l/n
lando norris
message y/n l/n?
yes > no
you have sent a message!
oscar
heyo
y/n l/n
hi oscar
sooo
ur famous.
oscar
uh yeah
is it gonna be a problem?
y/n l/n
not at all
😆
oscar
you don’t see me
any differently now?
y/n l/n
uhm
no?
i mean, you’re not taylor swift famous….
oscar
glad about that
must be a bit tiring being that famous
y/n l/n
i’d assume 🤔
if u don’t mind me asking
where do u live
oscar
the uk, for the most part
i travel lots though cause of my job
you?
y/n l/n
i’m living in france for a bit
with my two friends 😁
oscar
that’s nice
i like it over there
y/n l/n
yeah it’s quite alright
oscar
how long have you been
living in france?
y/n l/n
not too long
originally i just came here for a wedding
then my friend bought an apartment while she was drunk
oscar
how does one buy a whole ass apartment
while being drunk 😭
y/n l/n
honestly
i have zero clue
kinda funny tho
tell me more about yourself 🥸
oscar
well it’s my first season in formula one
i’m kinda awkward in person
i started karting when i was 10
i prefer dogs over cats
i like tim tams
sorry i don’t know what else to say……
y/n l/n
rookie season, wowie
i’m also awkward in person dw!!
karting at ten? woww i was eating chips on
my bed and watching austin & ally…
dogs over cats……… immediate no 🌝
tim tams are yummy
oscar
it’s your turn to tell me yourself
y/n l/n
okay okay uhm
I’m in uni atm
i have two cats named cinnamon and sugar
oscar
two cats?
y/n l/n
yes yes
oscar
oh! so uhm
how are u on this fine evening
y/n l/n
🌝🌝
very very good
you?
oscar
that’s good
i’m better now that I’m talking to you
y/n l/n
🫣
you’re a flirt, piastri
oscar
🤔🤔
maybe i am
but you like it, don’t you?
y/n l/n
i do
😵💫
oscar
i have to go now, sorry
bye :)
y/n l/n
bye oscar!
y/n ⛄️
guys
he wants me so bad ong
xienma 🛐
dulce hotline guy?
y/n ⛄️
yes yes
okay so
i know a bit more about him now
xienma 🛐
do tell
madeline 🤺
yes, tell us abt ur man!!
y/n ⛄️
okay so he’s an f1 driver for mclaren
so basically just cars??? it’s his rookie season
he started karting when he was 10
he loves tim tams
he prefers dogs over cats 🌝
madeline 🤺
that’s kinda boring
xienma 🛐
leave her man alone 🤓
but dogs over cats??
what ABOUT YOUR CHILDREN?????
madeline ⛄️
nah fr
he could POSSIBLY be the father of
cinnamon and sugar 🤔🤔🤔 if he likes
dogs more!!!
y/n ⛄️
dw guys
i can change him 🙏🏼
LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS MAN
madeline 🤺
we’ve lost her to a man
xienma 🛐
aww he’s a cutie
i’m a ynoscar truther!!
madeline 🤺
i guess i’ll support u guys
just don’t let this be like ur old situationship
xienma 🛐
i second that
y/n ⛄️
i won’t guys, trust!!
he seems like a sweetheart
xienma 🛐
well, i hope everything will
work out for you guys 😁
just want u to be happy!
oscah 🦅
lando
norris
landoh 🤓
yes ?
oscah 🦅
i am so heavily attracted to her
landoh 🤓
dulce hotline girl???
oscah 🦅
obviously
look how beautiful she is
landoh 🤓
did you insta stalk her mate
….🌝
oscah 🦅
uhm
🤣🤣!!
maybe i did
she has two cats
cinnamon and sugar
landoh 🤓
wow mate
are you going to be a father to cats 😱
oscah 🦅
uhm no
i dunno
🤔🤔
landoh 🤓
how does she feel about like
you being famous
does she care?
oscah 🦅
no I don’t think so
she said i wasn’t “taylor swift level famous”
landoh 🤓
thank fuck you aren’t though
that’s good that she doesn’t really mind
about you being famous 🤔🤔
oscah 🦅
i agree
oh my god
oh my hod
landoh 🤓
what ????
oscah 🦅
she messaged me
oh mgmgod
-&;@2&;@?&2&/_*{+~£|¥_£|¥_
bye
bye
TALK TO U LATER
landoh 🤓
I’m actually SICK
seeing u obsess over a girl
this isn’t you babe 🥺🥺🥺
what happened to landoscar
😭😭💔💔
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YOU HAVE ONE MESSAGE
y/n l/n has sent you a message
y/n l/n
hi oscar 🤓🤓
oscar
y/n l/n
oscar
hi y/n :)
also, you’re sending me all these memes of myself
so does that mean i’m in your camera roll?
y/n l/n
woah
oh
yeah you kinda are.. taking over my camera roll
didn’t even realize
oscar
wow are you already obsessed with me?
y/n l/n
uhm
i don’t think so, piastri
maybe YOU’RE the one obsessed with me!!
oscar
are you trying to use reverse psychology?
clever girl
y/n l/n
clever girl?? i’m blushing
oscar
wasn’t my intention but i’m glad
bet u look cute
y/n l/n
you’re insane for saying that
lord.
oscar
sorry sorry
y/n l/n
yeah no it’s fine
just !
😵💫🤔
oscar
quick topic change..
you know why i prefer dogs over cats?
y/n l/n
hm no
why?
oscar
cause i’m scared of cats
y/n l/n
how could you be scared of this baby
oscar
okay well i’m not scared of your cat in specific
just other cats…
y/n l/n
oh so ur biased 🙄
oscar
yes
well
no?
maybe
y/n l/n
you’re never meeting my cats.
oscar
wait no
trust i’ll change for them
y/n l/n
you know what’s funny
you kinda look like a cat yourself
oscar
oh my god
wait
why do i kinda look like one
y/n l/n
oscar pastry is a cat confirmed
piastri***
oscar
🥐
i’m oscar pastry fr
y/n l/n
wowie 🤓
okay i’m gonna go eat now
#dinner time
oscar
alright, bye
have a nice meal
y/n l/n
byee!
y/n ⛄️
HIIIIIII GUYSSSS
xienma 🛐
someone’s happy
what’d he do now
y/n ⛄️
he’s just so
sooooo 😍😍
madeline 🤺
we lost her
she’s down deep
xienma 🛐
i think they’re cute idk
pretty good looking couple imo
y/n ⛄️
i think so too, i might be a little biased though…..
do u guys think that men obsess over
girls the way we obsess over them
like this better be him 🤣🤣🤣
xienma 🛐
GIRL 😭😭
madeleine 🤺
no cause real shit
i wonder if they get giggly n shit
y/n ⛄️
FORREAL U GET ME!!
madeleine 🤺
like do they just go :3 when we message them
xienma 🛐
totally
y/n ⛄️
he totally goes like that when i msg him
he’s so cat coded idk what to tell u guys
madeline 🤺
no wonder y u want him so bad
y/n ⛄️
🌝🌝
xienma 🛐
i’m ynoscar truther forever
madeline 🤺
they barely kno each other 😒😒
THEY MET ON A DATING APP
xienma 🛐
okay girl just cause your little situationship
didn’t work out, doesn’t mean u have to be a hater..!
madeline 🤺
don’t bring that shit up again……
yall fake
y/n ⛄️
woah man
I didn’t say anything
i’m eating dinner!!
and mad, what if he has a cute lil friend 🤫
i’ll set u up 🔥🔥
madeline 🤺
our wag era 😈
y/n ⛄️
ok bye i’m leaving
😴 nap time
xienma 🛐
dream abt oscar xx
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౨ৎ sorry i didn’t post anything about dulce hotline yesterday, i just couldn’t think of anything to write 😭 i might possibly do a double update, so keep a lookout for that!
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Hihi
I’ve been thinking of requesting something for a while and saw ur recent post which reminded me to. Congrats on 400! ☺️
I’d like to request a meeting pirate!Ateez reaction, or if you’re not vibing with that Ateez sharing clothes with their s/o (either s/o wearing their clothes or them wearing their s/o’s clothes, I think both are cute!)
Thanks so much for your work and no pressure at all! Your stuff always makes me happy when it comes up on my timeline 🫶🫶
Thank you so much sweetie! Yes, I’m so glad you requested ☺️ that makes me so happy to hear you don’t even know 🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕 I love this idea so without further ado…
(I’m sorry for how delayed this was! The other one will just be on a separate imagine hehe 🏴☠️)
Ateez Sharing Clothes With Their S/O
Hongjoong
♡ Oh you know this man will lend you anything out of his closet you need to complete your look 👀 If you’re down for it, Hongjoong would enjoy being the one to dress you just to admire how amazing you look and hope you see it too! Every time he dresses you he tries to balance things he wants to see you in, your own style/tastes, and of course including at least one piece of his!
♡ Seeing you in his jacket? Heaven. You are not accepting any jackets from any other men, only his 😤 but don’t worry he’ll smile so big and give you heart eyes the whole time he drapes it over you, handing the other member’s jacket back.
♡ The more pieces he lends you, the more you appear outwardly his, and that makes his heart go crazy. He’ll get extra affectionate and protective, wrapping an arm around you and placing kisses on your cheek. “That looks better on you than on me,” he’ll tell you with a cheeky grin, sliding his arm around your waist.
♡ Slides a ring off his hand and onto yours 💗
♡ But also highkey if he likes a piece of your jewelry he may ask to borrow it!!! What, it would go perfectly with these shoes!
Seonghwa
♡ Some of Seonghwa’s clothes just become yours because he gives you his sweater when you’re cold and then lets you keep it 🥺
♡ Sweaters are his favorite because you look so cute and cozy in them! Especially if the sleeves are long on you and you do sweater paws, that’s just the cutest thing in the world to him! He’ll sometimes hold your hands through the sweater paws so you both get warm hands~
♡ Goofball steals a pair of your fuzzy socks one day because he likes them and you tease him that ew, don’t take those, now they’re ruined, but in reality the pattern just suits him more and he looks so cute in your fluffy little garments that you have to give him a kiss~
♡ You two basically trade pieces of jewelry, like he gets one of your favorite rings and you get one of his- it's yours and Seonghwa's version of swapping sim card trays!
♡ If you put on one of his shirts without him knowing, he'll come up behind you, arms snaking around you, and start teasing you. "Well, this is a nice shirt- where did you find this, hm?"
Yunho
♡ You didn’t know there was an upgrade to being given your boyfriend’s jacket but here we are: being given your boyfriend’s suit jacket.
♡ Yunho and you were attending a formal event and, well, he had a suit jacket and you didn’t, so when you got cold, he was draping you with designer formalwear of all things. You couldn’t help reaching up to feel the shoulders, smiling shyly. “You look great, maybe you should keep it.” Yunho winks, then laughs in spite of himself.
♡ You prefer his jackets, he prefers your scarves. What, they smell like you and are way softer than his big ol thick one?
♡ Sometimes you, instead of looking through a mess of clothing or just because you need a shirt, you grab one of Yunho’s button-ups and throw it on.
♡ Yunho.exe has stopped working. His hands will be on you faster than you can say Timbuktu 👀
Yeosang
♡ You got this huge fluffy wonderful robe drapey fleece cloud of a garment for bedtime when it was cold, and little did you know your boyfriend was going to fall in love with it.
♡ He asked to try it on, and the moment it covered him he pulled it tight, falling backwards onto the bed in bliss. Sure, you’d bought it for yourself, but Yeosang looked so cute, how could you say no?
♡ Compromise achieved: Yeosang wears the open-faced fleece wonder, you just lay on his chest and get wrapped up in it too 🩷
♡ You jokingly stole one of his sweaters as ‘revenge’, pulling it on to see how he reacted, if he fought you on it.
♡ Spoiler alert: he did not, only burst into a shy, loving smile and pull you into his side for a hug, telling you you’re so cute 🥺 you should’ve known with how much it takes to make him mad!
San
♡ Does that corny thing where he wraps both of you in one long scarf. You can hardly walk but it’s ok because San is so cute as he nuzzles into you from above the soft knit 💔
♡ You also wear his gloves a lot because you forget them so San throws an extra pair in his pockets just for you! His gloves are way softer than yours anyway.
♡ One day, you throw on one of his infamous muscle shirts and flex, both of you laughing but also…San’s lowkey blushing at the sight of you like that 🤭
♡ All of a sudden he’s stammering out ‘u-uh if you want that you can keep it. I mean it just looks really, really good and…’
♡ Since you liked his winter coat last season, he starts shopping for another in your favorite color and material so you can steal it. Smiles with such joy and pride as he drapes the garment over you, helping you into the sleeves, and you gush over how cozy it feels and how much you love it. Mission success.
Mingi
♡ You needed a shirt one day after swimming, so Mingi gave you an extra t-shirt. Joke was on him, though- you just wanted a Mingi shirt 😈
♡ The next time you guys hang out, you’re wearing it and his jaw drops at the way it fits your body, having not really seen it beneath the night sky and your towel the first time.
♡ Arms go right around your middle immediately, you are trapped in Mingi’s embrace don’t try to get out it’s impossible 😤 well ok it’s possible but then he’ll be sad 🥺
♡ Starts lifting it up slightly as if he thinks something different from usual is going to be under there lmao. Smiles so wide, loving, cheeky, and blissful all in one almost no matter how you react to that.
♡ You start surprising him by stealing his clothes and wearing them since you got such a good reaction the first time! Most of the time he just lets you keep them as long as he can get his hands on you~
Wooyoung
♡ Bro he steals your clothes
♡ Loves the way they smell! If you can’t see each other for any extended amount of time beyond, like, a few days or a week he wants something of yours to have with him because your scent helps him fall asleep. Also guilty of cuddling your clothes and pretending you’re there 😅
♡ He loves putting his clothes on you, especially tighter stuff from on-stage, and then telling you how hot you look in them! Buys you similar things to keep afterward even if you just wear them for him 👀
♡ Lives for corny couple outfits, so expect him to buy two of things so you can both wear it or give you something of his so that he can dress to complement! You'll probably have to stop him from straight-up just buying those corny shirts that say 'yours' and 'mine' or 'I'm his! I'm hers!' type of stuff because Wooyoung that's silly!!!
♡ You give him one of your favorite bracelets he's mentioned liking before to wear so he has a piece of you and Wooyoung just melts. Never takes that thing off unless he's showering or something. No other bracelets exist in Jung Wooyoung's eyes.
Jongho
♡ You guys are engaged in a jesting war over jacket custody
♡ He gave it to you one cold evening and you loved it so much, you joked about never wanting to give it back and he protested, laughing as you pouted, and you dug in your heels until you two were laughing like dorks over nothing. Now you two alternate wearing it a lot, but Jongho remains insistent that it’s his, you just take care of it.
♡ He steals and tries on a hat of yours one day, and as much as you laugh you think it suits him pretty well; suddenly the hat gets joint custody too.
♡ It may sound odd, but he gives you an old necklace of his he doesn't wear much anymore because he likes more traditional gifts like jewelry and then you'll have a memento of him! You're like sorry this is way less sentimental I got you a new watch lmao but don't worry, he needed one and he loves it 😊
♡ The one day you grab one of his shirts, though, something snaps in him and he can’t stop staring. You ask him what, starting to apologize for taking it, but he just shakes his head and holds up a halting hand. “No, don’t be sorry. I really like seeing you this way,” he says, eyes sweeping before meeting yours again.
#ateez#ateez imagines#ateez reactions#ateez x reader#ateez scenarios#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#matzbear#requested
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ur most recent vw comic reduced me to goo im now sloshing around and making pained gargling sounds thank u
AMDNDMSMD THANK U SO MUCH🥺❤️ i’m glad it was well received!! here’s another little bonus of them
#asks#thank you for sending this ❤️❤️#i like to draw vw in all kinds of dumb scenarios but smtimes it is nice to envision their Rare less chaotic moments together#while drawing i was a little afraid itd be too boring so im happy that people liked it regardless 🥺
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I love how u put “ name ur desire” vsahjlhiaskuhskhuahiksjai
can I request mizu x reader, in which reader is an artist and they do very very much nsfw stuff in reader’s art studio？ pretty pleaseeee 🥺🥺🥺🥺🩵🩵
best mizu voice line fr 🫡🫡 KASKSJK glad u like it, anon! 💕 but let’s talk… i’m not that experienced on writing nsfw stuff so i’m already apologizing for any mistakes 😭 but your request is so creative, thank you! 🩷🩷
nsfw warning | masterlist | mizu x fem reader
it was another late afternoon in your studio, just you with your brush in front of the easel.
mizu’s voice suddenly could be heard, and it was getting closer. your best friend was kind enough to bring you food all week just for you.
“y/n? i’m here, brought your stuff.”
she approached while leaving the food on the table, looking at you for a few seconds.
“what happened? don’t lie, i know that face.”
“client wants this for tomorrow afternoon, but i can’t end it. nothing comes on my mind…”
the blue eyes studied you. she knew you were a completely chaos inside, and wouldn’t show it. so she went back to studying the painting.
“may i know what is this about?”
you explain to her about ‘phantom of the opera’ and all the client's demands right after. mizu was thoughtful for a few seconds, but she managed to notice your body shaking.
“i can help you, if you want.”
“what are you going to do? sing opera for me?”
if it were someone else, they would probably be confused by the way you spoke. but mizu knows you and understands well the reason for your harsh speech.
she turned towards your little music box, and suddenly the musical's theme song began to echo throughout the whole studio.
“would you do me the honor of this dance?”
you burst into laughing. but mizu approaches and you start dancing with her, arms around her neck and hers on your waist. it was a funny experience, actually. the slow dance didn't fit in at all with the beginning of the song.
but it was when you two stopped in front of the large mirror that the rhythm of the music changed. mizu tightened her grip on your waist, held your chin towards the mirror and made the knee thing.
“if i could be erik, oh… you would never escape from me.” she whispered very close to your ear.
“mizu?! what are you do–” she holds you closer to her body and starts trailing kisses from your jawline to your collarbone.
you try really hard to resist, but you give up when she carries you and sits you down at one of the tables. papers flying and brushes falling in some directions.
“…The Phantom Of The Opera Is There…”
“i thought you were going to help me with the painting…” your pants were already coming off your feet at this point.
“i’ll make you fucking sing for me.”
she takes off your panties with a ferocity never seen before, and gets very close to you ear.
“if i were erik, i would have taught you so many things besides singing...”
two of her fingers touched your wet cunt gently. they were delicate and icy just like those of a ghost.
“if i ever knew that some duchess dared to touch you...” she buries her fingers inside you, letting you scape a loud moan. “i would have to do something. wouldn't i, my angel?”
your legs instinctively open to give mizu more freedom. the slow speed was like real torture. but this was making her very satisfied. she watched your face hiding into her neck, your contained moans were like music for her.
even though they were almost silent, they were like a complement to the background song.
“…Since The Moment I First Heard You Sing, I Have Needed You With Me To Serve Me...”
“sing for me, angel. just like that…”
you close your eyes feeling the speed increase. but, something different happened.
mizu's hot tongue began to dance at your entrance in complete balance with her cold fingers. your moans almost overcame the music. she could feel your hand grabbing her hair, only encouraging her even more.
it was a mess of varied sounds. the table creaking with you bringing your hips closer to mizu’s mouth, the song repeating itself several times and your loud and incessant moans.
she could feel your walls tightening. mizu got up and started kissing you, her fingers didn't stop entering your cunt. when finally cumming into hers fingers, your moans were muffled by the shared kiss.
“that was the most beautiful melody i’ve ever heard from you…” she gets up and taste her fingers, all soaked with your juices. “hope you got the inspiration you needed.”
JUST POSTED AND I’M RUNNING AWAY RIGHT NOW BYEEEE 🏃🏻♀️
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INSTAGRAM FILES: jude bellingham x reader x jamal musiala
SYNOPSIS: in which you and jude announce your break up and the events that soon follow after.
NOTES: please ignore the errors i made lol i freaking love doing social media au’s can you guys tell? 😍
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yourusername froh, wieder zu hause zu sein ❤️ glad to be home again
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user1 YOU'RE BACK IN UR HOMETOWN !!!
user2 dortmund probably wasn't such a good place huh :/
alphonsodavies you should visit us at allianz arena soon!
yourusername will do phonzy!
user3 hasn't she just broken up with jude last month? 😟
user4 lmao she's been friends with musiala way before she even met jude 🤣
jamalmusiala10 lass uns bald mit den anderen losziehen ❤️ let's go out with the others soon
yourusername ja, lasst uns! yes, let's
user5 what on earth is happening 🙁
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jamalmusiala10 herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag an meinen seelenverwandten. du hast das grösste herz und die grösste liebe für jeden, aber es ist eine schande, dass nicht jeder das schätzt und sieht. denk immer daran, dass ich für dich da bin. ich liebe dich, nochmals herzlichen glückwunsch zum geburtstag ❤️ happy birthday to my soulmate. you have the biggest heart and love for everyone, but it's a shame that not everyone appreciates and sees that. always remember that i am here for you. i love you, happy birthday again.
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yourusername danke, bambi. ich habe großes glück, dich als freundin zu haben. cih leibe dich ❤️ thank you, bambi. i’m very lucky to have you as a friend. i love you
user1 JAMAL CALLED HER HIS SOULMATE AGAIN 😭❤️❤️
user2 atp i think we can say miss girl dated the wrong football player 😭😭
user3 he stopped calling her that (& vice versa) when she was still dating jude omfg my heart
user4 y/n l/n, through the eyes of jamal musiala 🥺
yourfriend lass uns bald zusammen essen gehen! let's have dinner together soon
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user1 lmfao that's literally jude and y/n
user2 jude cheated? 😟🙁
user3 man i used to root for them to last too ://
yourfriend just shows you can’t trust most guys these days 😐
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user4 that's so hypocritical of the girl lmaoooo 🤣🤣🤣 miss girl be upset that her famous and well loved man is cozying up with diff girls when she's out there flaunting her flirty ass relationship with her bsf 🤣🤣
user5 you're so fucking stupid harvard’s knocking at your door.
user6 the difference is that j*de did it while he was still in a fucking relationship. y/n on the other hand had been best friends with musiala since they were kids and continues to be the best of friends until now. if she decides to start a relationship with him why not? she's known him longer than she's ever known jude and truthfully, musiala acts more of a decent boyfriend than j*de ever was to her 😐
user7 user6 slay bestie. roast that fatherless bitch
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yourusername and i still ride with my day one ❤️
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user1 that caption though 😍
user2 date night 🙊
yourfriend looking stunning my love ! 😍💋
yourusername i miss you! we should get that dinner soon when you're back!
user3 after their breakup went viral more football players started following her oh my lord 🤭
jamalmusiala10 ❤️❤️❤️
user4 WAIT ARE Y'ALL TOGETHER OR WHAT ?????
user5 lmfao u forgot jude that easily? 🤣
user6 it's been 7 months bestie move the fuck on
yourmom beautiful 😍
yourfriend2 the audacity to have to look this beautiful 😩
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I LOVE the way u write for Feitan soooooo much!!! Would u ever consider writing something separate to soft spot for him?? I feel like you could write the sweetest (dirtiest) short stories for him.. or even some headcanons? ♡ I love all of ur writing!! Good job dude ♡♡♡
Thank you for your kind words. I'm really glad you like my fics with Fei 🥺. I hope you like this one as well. I'm planning on writing more fics with him after I'm caught up with all the requests 🤍✨.
I'm currently working on a Draken fic and a second part of the 'let's be friends' fic with Killua. I'm writing very slowly because I'm working until the summer and I don't have a lot of free time. I'm sorry guys :(
WARNINGS: smut
Word count: 1995
“Fuck, that auction was more work than expected”, Phinks rubbed the space between his brows, “Can’t wait to get a drink. What about you, Fei?”. “I don’t drink”, Feitan coldly replied. “Come on, little Fei”, Phinks smirked, “One drink”. “No”. “Hm”, a quiet chuckle left Chrollo’s throat. “Always so uptight”. “See? Even boss thinks so”, Phinks eagerly waved his hand in the air. “Tsk, are they blind here? I want to order something”.
“Sorry sir”, you humbly bowed your head, “I’m afraid it’s a busy night. What can I get you guys?”.
Your voice… So soft, so innocent…
“Whiskey sour”, the blonde replied. “Scotch”, the other replied. “What about you?”, you kindly smiled at the dark-haired figure.
“Water”.
“Ignore that. He’ll have the same as me”, the blonde replied. “Water it is”, you playfully smiled before turning around.
“What a pretty little thing”, Phinks’ eyes glided down your back as you walked towards the bar. “Should we take her?”, Chrollo’s eyes lit up. “I’m sure she’d make a cute toy”.
Normally,Feitan would happily agree. He’d always liked the sound of cute little whimpers, but not today. He didn’t want you to be scared.
“What do you think, Fei?”. “I don’t think she’s pretty enough”. “What?!”, the blonde raised his voice. “She’s one of the prettiest girls we’ve ever met, right boss?”. “She’s got my attention, to say the least”, Chrollo studied your movements. “We’ll take her after her shift’s over”.
No. He didn’t want them to take you.
“Shouldn’t we focus on the mission?”. “What’s wrong, little Fei?”. “He doesn’t want to share”, Chrollo smirked. “Tsk, too bad. I want her”, the blonde turned his head to catch you leaning over the bar. You were obviously trying to grab something but failed to do so. “Imagine standing behind that perfect ass”. “Imagine waking up with your guts hanging out your stomach”, Feitan’s eyes lit up. “No fighting”, Chrollo sternly replied. “Let’s forget about her. Feitan’s right, let’s talk business”. “Nice, little Fei. You ruined the evening for everyone”.
“Ruined?”, you smiled as you placed down the drinks. It was obvious they didn’t notice you at first. “He sure made mine”. “Huh?”, Feitan tilted his head to look at you. “Such a pretty face”, you placed his water in front of him, “It’s not often someone as handsome walks in this bar”.
“Thanks”, a short reply. “Auch”, you softly giggled, “Anyway, enjoy your evening boys”.
“What the hell, Fei?!”, Phinks gritted his teeth as you once again walked away. “She flirted with you, and you replied with ‘thanks’?”. “Tsk, what the hell was I supposed to say?”. “Want to play some pool?”, Chrollo hastily intervened, “The loser gets sent on a mission with Hisoka”. “I’m going to the hotel. Tired”, Feitan sighed. “You sure? We don’t get many nights off”, a lingering smile on Chrollo’s face. “I’m sure boss. Goodnight”. “Okay Fei, see you tomorrow”. “Goodnight, idiot”, the blonde replied before walking to the pool table.
His heart ached at the thought that he never see you again. He hated this feeling.
“Leaving?”. “Huh?”, Feitan slowly turned his head. “Leaving?”, you repeated yourself as you closed your jacket. “Yeah, I’m tired”, Feitan ignored the taxi that was waiting for him. “Me too. Work’s stressing me out lately”, a serious expression on your face. “Hm”, another cold reply.
“I’m starving. Want to grab some food?”.
Why were you asking a stranger to ‘grab some food’? It annoyed him how careless you were.
“Just be honest and tell me what you really want”, Feitan's eyes met yours. They seemed so cold and distant, but there was a slight smirk on his face. “H-huh? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”, you hastily turned your head to the ground, cheeks red with shame. “Normally boss gets all the girls”, he looked to the sky, “About time I had some fun”. “H-huh?”, you froze as you felt his hand around your wrist, pulling you towards the car. “W-wait-“. “Don’t back down now. You seemed so eager a minute ago”.
“Where are you taking me?”, you pulled away, studying the car in front of you. “My room”. “Where? I’m not getting into a car with a stranger without knowing where you’re taking me”. “Waste of time. We both know you’re coming”.
He watched as you grabbed your phone from your bag. You were so cute with your fake ‘stern’ expression and cherry-red cheeks.
“What are you doing?”, he clenched his jaw. “I’m sharing my location with a friend”, you frowned, "If you end up murdering me-". “Don’t worry, I’m not planning to”, he interrupted you with a smirk. “Now get in. It’s cold”.
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“What’s your name?”, you asked as he opened the door to his room. It was a luxurious hotel, something regular people couldn’t afford. “Does it matter?”, he raised a brow.
He knew you enjoyed this. The thrill, his arrogance…
“It does”, you watched as he entered his room. “Just get inside”, he walked towards the bed. “Fine, I’m Y/N-“. “Don’t care”.
“You’re lucky you look so handsome in your suit”, you closed the door behind you.
“I’m lucky?”.
“W-what?”, you froze as you felt his hot breath against your ear. He was sitting on the bed a second ago… How could he be so fast? “I’d say you’re the lucky one. I’m very picky when I pick a new toy”, his hand traveled to your waist. “Toy?”, you loudly swallowed as you tried to control your breathing. You didn’t want to seem desperate. “You’ll never go back to your old life, to your friends, family… You’re mine now”. “So, you’re saying I can’t leave?”, your heart racing. “You can try”, he chuckled as he tightened his grip around your waist, “I want you to. I want to hunt you down, to hear you beg for mercy, to look at me with red-stained eyes, tears streaming down your face…”.
“But my friend, she knows where I am”, you clutched onto your purse. “Cute”, he swiftly turned you around, pressing your back against the wooden door. “You have no idea who I am, do you? Who we were? Poor little thing. You’re like a deer caught in the headlights”. “W-wait!”, you tried to push him away as he softly bit the space between your shoulder and neck. “Wait?”, a devilish smirk as he lifted your skirt, swiftly pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck”, he looked down at his fingers. “You’re telling me to wait but you're soaking”, he chuckled as he grazed his tongue along the digits of his fingers, “So sweet”.
“Well, I guess it’s time to drop this silly little act”, you smirked. “It’s obvious you haven’t noticed”.
“Noticed?”, Feitan’s eyes studied yours. He didn’t like the sudden change in your energy. “I didn’t mean to let it get this far but…”, you softly bit your bottom lip, “You looked so handsome in that suit”.
“Who are you?”, a sudden cold feeling against your throat. “Careful with that knife, Fei. No fighting between members, right?”.
What? To be honest, he never felt more clueless in his life.
“So cute… Like a deer caught in the headlights”, you chuckled. “Came across Chrollo a couple of weeks ago. To be honest, I almost won when he tried to steal my nen … But he gave me a choice: join the Troupe, or live without it”. “You’re lying. Boss didn’t tell me anything about a new member”. “Because he wanted to see who’d get careless when someone flirted with them. And you lost, Fei”, your words died out, making them sound venomous.
“Tsk”, he took a step backward, swiftly putting the knife away. “Boss knows I never do this”. “But you did now”, you happily hopped behind him. “Show me your spider”, he froze as he looked over his shoulder. “Here”, you swiftly pulled your shirt over your head. “See?”, you pointed towards your waist.
Right. This was the moment he started to hate you.
“What’s that expression?”, you giggled. “You’re almost drooling”. “Get out”, he clenched his jaw. “You’ve made your point”. “I don’t want to leave”, you hastily replied, a frown on your face. “Sure, this was some kind of twisted test but…”, you paused as you fiddled with your fingers. “I really do think you’re handsome and… I mean… My body can’t lie”, a blush on your cheeks.
How could you switch moods so fast? It was as if he was talking to a different person. Your stance changed, your voice, your expression… No wonder his boss decided to let you join. You could fool anyone, even someone as skilled as himself.
“You sound desperate”. “Because I am”, you softly replied, “When you said I was going to be your little toy, that I was yours… I liked that”. “Too bad. Don’t like being tricked”. “B-but Chrollo told me to-“. “I don’t care”, Feitan laid down on the bed. “You should’ve stuck with your little performance. If you did, you’d be shaking underneath me by now”.
“Fine”, you rolled your eyes, “Guess I’ll take my chances with Phinks”.
No. He didn’t want you to. Even though you weren’t an innocent bystander, even though you were probably as strong as him… He wasn’t going to let that idiot have you first.
“Don’t put your shirt back on”, he slowly sat up straight, looking as disinterested as ever. “Oh?”, you smirked, “Changed your mind?”. “He can have you when I’m done”, he slowly walked towards you. “Careful, I’m the possessive type”, you placed your thumb in between your teeth. “You don’t know me”, his hands now gently fiddling with the straps of your bra.“So?”, you pouted, “You’re mine now”. “Don’t say stuff like that”, he quickly grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “When we’re done, you’re going to leave my room and pretend this never happened”.
“When we're done, you’re only going to want more”, you grabbed his other hand, guiding it to your skirt. “Come on, Fei. Let’s have some fun”.
You were right. From the moment he felt your warmth, from the moment you arched your back… He was going to use you over and over again. He could never forget the way you felt, the way your body welcomed him…
“So good”, you closed your eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist. “Feels so good, Fei”.
Normally he wasn’t like this. He never cared if the girl liked it, if she felt good, but now…
“What do you want me to do, princess? Want me to help you?”. “P-please”, your eyes flew open. “Touch me, please Fei”, an innocent look on your face. “Again”, he softly bit in your cheek, “Ask me”. “Please Fei, make me come”, you let your nails sink into his shoulders, “Please, please, please”. “Cute”, his lips found yours, “Hurry though, won’t last much longer”.
“S-shit”, you tightened your grip, your legs shaking as his digits found your sweet spot. “I-I’m coming”. “Already?”, he smiled, “It’s fine, you can come. Won’t last long anyway”.
“F-fuck, you feel so good when you clench around me like that”, Fei’s eyes were wide open. No one ever felt this good. “C-come with me, please”, your brows drew together, eyes locked with his. “W-where do you want me to?”, Fei mirrored your expression.
He tried so hard not to fill you up already. He wanted to feel you come undone around him. He needed to.
“D-don’t care”, you arched your back, “J-just keep going, please-“. “F-fuck”, he frowned as he looked down. “I-I’m coming”, you let your head fall back, nails dragging across his back. “M-me too, princess”.
Was this the best he ever had? Even his legs were shaking.
“Fuck”, he sighed as he intertwined his hands with yours, his head resting against your chest. “What do you think?”, you tried to catch your breath. “What?”, his eyes studied your expression. “Was I right?”. “Hm”, he smiled, “Only want more, princess”.
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Helooo 🥹 i just read ur sangwoo x killier!reader It was like 😽🤌🏻 *chefs kiss* But!! Can your write one like with a killer!reader but like reader kills him i think that would be very interesting👀 its fine if you ignore this! <333
I love this idea! I could see this happening! This was supposed to be the original idea but I knew I couldn’t kill Sangwoo, so I turned it into a mini series. I’m glad you enjoy it 🥺❤️
𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰 𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰 𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑰
All you wanted in life was to feel something. You lived life so far removed from everyone in your life and unfortunately, your parents never understood. As a child, you never received any help for your lack of emotional expression. It was just treated as you being ungrateful and bitter. If only you got the help you needed.
These feelings of apathy festered and your desire to feel raw emotion became more and more greater, forming a burning passion. A passion that would blacken the skin of your victims, making you smile as their flesh melted from their skin. You didn’t know what love was but you wanted it so badly. To be close to someone.
You consumed so much media that would sell you a false sense of what finding love was like and it rotted your developing brain. Despite not being in any relationships, you watched videos on how to replicate love, almost like it was training for a job. You had to be ready to love. You had to.
And one day, your world was turned upside down.
You enrolled in college in Korea. You enjoyed the culture and felt better continuing your pursuit of love far away from your place of origin. That was romantic…right? Was that romance?
In school, you met a man. The first person to give you attention. You remembered the days you spent browsing the internet and reading iterations of love you couldn’t experience.
Oh Sangwoo.
That was his name. His words made your stomach burn with delight. Your face would heat up at his subtle touch and how he would treat your pretty skin. He made you feel small and protected when you never even needed it. This was love, right?
Yes, this was love.
On the boy’s end, he thought that you were the perfect victim for his needs. You were different from most girls. Your experiences with love and men were extremely limited. He enjoyed the idea of a pure girl with little to no connections, in a country she’s not native to with a man he could easily take her and no one would know. No one would care, actually. He knew this because he knew people.
Or, he thought he knew people.
You were just…different. He believed all women to be the same. To be like his mother…but you weren’t. You didn’t lie to him. He told you how it was. You barely knew him but you accepted him for what he was. You never pestered him when he would lie to you about the girls he was killing. You were an expert at pleasing a man as well. He’s never met a woman who’s felt as good as you. Not a woman who could take his cock so well. He was supposed to kill you but every time the day would come, the feeling would disappear. You were so small compared to him. It would only take a second to drive a knife into your neck, a second to get on top of you and close your throat with his bare hands and another second to completely dismember you and hide you in the woods.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t kill you.
You filled a void of too much he was missing. Life was so perfect because of you. The two of you did everything together and he still had time to kill those when he felt like it. That changed when you moved in as well. He wanted to keep things pure. He wanted you to love him as the person he presented himself as and never his real self. He stopped killing women.
Then Yoon Bum showed up. It reignited his hate for those beneath him. Sangwoo imprisoned Yoon Bum as punishment. The last person he killed would be a man.
You didn’t know of Yoon Bum. Sangwoo did a good job at hiding it, though, the feelings you held didn’t change. That was his first and only mistake. Today was the day.
Sangwoo held you close. He got home from a day at the restaurant, waiting tables and missing you so damn much. You greeted him with dinner and your sweet insides before a night of cuddling. He adored how your smaller frame and how hidden it was whenever you wore one of his oversized shirts. They almost fit you like dresses but you looked way more charming. No bra or panties underneath. It was a pleasant surprise every time he got ahold of you. That’s when it happened.
Sangwoo awoke in the middle of the night. You weren’t in his arms, so he went to look for you. You couldn’t have gone far and you didn’t. He found you in the kitchen. It was dark and when he reached to flip the light on, it didn’t work.
“What are you doing up so late?” The man asked you, his groggy voice invading your ears. You didn’t expect him to wake but this was fine. “I was just hungry. I can’t find any snacks, though. We should go shopping soon.” You smiled sweetly, hands behind your back. There was nothing in the room illuminating you but he could still tell you were smiling. “Sure, I’ll buy you whatever you want.” He replied, making his way over to you. He held you tight as he took in the scent you always wore. It was faint but he still loved it all the same.
“Whatever I want?” You repeated. He noticed that you didn’t return his embrace. “Yes, whatever you want, because I love you.”
“You love me?”
“Yes.”
“I…I love you too.”
It was at that moment that Sangwoo felt a sharp pain in his stomach. You suddenly became heavier as you leaned against him…or was his body just growing weaker? He let go of you, immediately falling to the floor. He’s never felt pain like this before.
As he fell to the ground, he saw the blood coating your shirt. His eyes finally adjusted to the dark. You held a kitchen knife in your hand. You dropped to your knees, scooting over towards him before plunging it in and out of his abdomen. He was your perfect victim. A man like him, murdered by a woman. The woman he loved. You proved everything right that you felt about love but no one else could have that. Not even the world.
“I love you, Oh Sangwoo! I love you too! I love you so, so much!”
So the world wouldn’t have him.
You turned his body into a beautiful flower. The man resisted as best as he could but you hit his vital organs very fast. The strength left his body as he began to go limp. He was losing blood too fast to do anything to you. It didn’t help that he always viewed you as weak. He never believed that you were capable of such things.
Killed. In the dark. By someone smaller than him.
Now, it was time for the rat.
“Bum~?”
The young man heard his name called through the door. He had been staying in the basement as he always had but it was very unheard of for you to talk to him like that. He knew you despised him.
Bum didn’t answer you. The pit of anxiety forming in his abdomen was growing ever more present. If he had any strength, he would hold the door shut but—
knock knock knock
“You don’t mind if I come in there do you?”
Your muffled voice held no anger; just a slight eagerness. It sounded as if you wanted to show him something. Bum was easy. He wanted to be scared of you but Sangwoo was someone he was always afraid of, but he loved him…even if there was never anything between them.
“What am I saying…?” You laughed quietly. “Of course I can come in.”
You entered the basement on your own. Bum was able to get a look at you, as the lights in the living area were now on and shining down into the basement. You were covered in blood, your hair was messy and you had visible bruising on your face and limbs. Sangwoo must’ve put up a fight in his last moments…
His stomach turned when he saw that your face had no remorse. Only your lips were curved into a sweet smile with your eyes wide like saucers.
“I’m sorry about Oh Sangwoo.” You uttered, almost robotically. “I know what he did to you.” You slowly walked over to him before planting yourself on the moist ground beside him.
“Wh-Why? Didn’t y-you love him?” He peeped, refusing to make eye contact with you. Your head snapped over to him. “Of course, I did. I love my Sangwoo. My Oh Sangwoo. The thing is…”
Bum gulped. “What…?”
“…did you love him too?”
He immediately began to shake his head. “No! No! I promise I didn’t.”
“Oh…” You sighed as your smile fell. Your eyes became half lidded and you began to blink slowly. Bum sighed too. It was a sigh of relief. His heart was pounding.
Slice!
“AAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGH!”
“Why do you lie, Yoon Bum?” You asked calmly. You ignored his continuous screaming as you went on. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t love my Oh Sangwoo. He was an idiot sometimes, but he was honest with me…he told me who you were, why you’re here…and how he caught you.”
Your hand twitched with anger as you plunged the knife deeper into Yoon Bum’s abdomen.
“My Sangwoo would never love a lowly being like you. You are lying scum.”
You turned Bum into a flower too. It wasn’t as pretty or fun as Oh Sangwoo but it was necessary.
#oh sangwoo x reader#oh sangwoo#killing stalking#killing stalking headcanons#koogi killing stalking#fem reader#dark romance
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hi, i was wondering if u could write for a yandere batfam reaction to the batsis growing REALLY tall, like 6’0(opposite of ur short one). just overall head cannons on how they would react and such.
only do this if u can tho!!! i completely understand if u can’t, and i’m just glad i found out how asks work!! drink some water, sleep well, and have a wonder weekend!!!!
I kind of wanted to distance myself from Batfam stuff just because the only blogs I've seen bout them always turn into a Batfam blog bc of the demand and while I love them and I know some blog writers do love them like that I would rather not continue to write them.
But you anon are just so nice and cute how was I not supposed to???? 🥺
Also sorry for the delay in writing, I just didn't have any creative juices at all. I'm trying to get out of this funk so please send me asks!!
If you thought the batfam fed short foster! Reader then you haven’t seen anything yet!
Because your taller and bigger your body needs more food and they know this, so instead of them kind of backing off and making sure you eat no matter how big, NOW they will be feeding you 24/7!
They still keep the same type of snacks but now they try to keep protein on them, the bat mobile having a cooler into it now to keep everything fresh.
Tall reader! Still gets regular check up’s, making sure that you growing too fast doesn’t hurt you and that your body can support your new weight. Checking that your joints and bones are oki doki hoki poki!
Batfam! Worries about your height too, wondering if your height might give you some disadvantages with your body with age or if your genetics might give you something bad.
I’m sorry to say but if your taller than them you won’t be stronger than them, you still get picked up and they modify their holding styles to make sure your comfortable. Though Tim and Damian both have thought about if you could pick them up, Damian having once had a dream that he was on your shoulders while you were running through the manor, he was very huffy and pouty after and was even more of a brat for your attention that day even though he wouldn’t tell you why.
Dick once had a nightmare that you had grown as tall as a house and escaped, when he tried to bring you back home you just stepped over him like an ant. When he flung awake he immediately sneaked into your room to make sure you weren’t like his dream, he definitely listened to his old man and Alfred’s nagging about having some sort of sleep schedule after that.
If ANYONE says anything about your height or even looks at you the wrong way the whole family are going to torture them slowly but not before making a show of telling them off and praising you up and down for your height.
Clothes are tailored for you anyways no matter your height or gender so you never have to worry about nothing fitting, same with shoes. You get the grandest biggest bed they can get, bigger than an Alaska king sized bed as they had it made to order just for their little precious sibling.
That’s another thing too, your still their precious little thing. No matter how tall you are or how old you are, and they will not even think twice before reminding you about that.
“Aww aren’t you just a little precious thing. Hu? What do you mean your taller than me. Pfft- that doesn’t matter silly little cub, you aren’t as strong as us are you hmm? You still need your big boys to take care of you! There’s no shame in that little cub! We are more than happy to help!”
I head cannon that the BatBoys! Always show a range of body types in the magazines they pose for so best bet if your ever feeling low they will show you how beautiful and handsome your body is.
You never get mocked for being too tall but Jason does put things juuuust out of reach to ‘coincidently’ walk in on you struggling and tease you even if he himself can’t reach and needs to climb on something.
“You were just saying how tall you were, what happened hmm? That too far away from you?” He chuckles and teases you while he gets it down but gives your head pat while he’s up there.
I don’t put specific heights but it’s going to be rare that you are taller than them or all of them. Bruce is 6’2 (from a quick google search don’t kill me) and the boys are around the same so some of them might just be an inch or half an inch taller than you. Though even if you are taller than them it won’t change much, they will find ways to pat your head and give forehead kisses but back, arm and shoulder pats so come more frequent.
#yandere batman#soft yandere#soft!yandere#platonic batboys#platonic yandere batfam#platonic yandere#yandere chubby reader#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere x tall reader#yandere x tall darling#yandere x tall y/n
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uh hi ur one of my fav bsd artists i love ur art sosososo much u inspire me so much i’ve talked to my friends abt u and and ur art tastes like coffee very yummy :3 u seem like a super cool person and I hope things are going well for u and make sure to take care of urself and don’t get lobotomized!!! btw so sorry for bothering you just wanted to say hi aaa *dies*
OH MY GODDD HI HELLO HIIII🥺🥺 bbg don’t even worry abt it asks like this make my day so hard i’m glad to know i’m on if ur favs that’s so sweet of u😭 drop in another time we can talk abt bsd together if u would like <3
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HIIII I’m so impressed with your writing it’s so rare to find x male readers where reader isn’t some stereotypical twink boy so ur fics r SO REFRESHING praise praise god bless
ANWAYS I have come to your doorstep to request perhaps a part 2 to Mouthy Little Slut? I’m down so bad for Billy and you write him so well
I’m thinking reader and Billy continue with their little thing they have going on and reader of course antagonizes Billy all the damn time but it’s noticeable to others now how Billy can control reader now with a simple flick of a finger or low, short whisper, basically how much more “tame” he’s gotten to be at Billy’s command. I can’t think how but maybe a smut scene could be incorporated some where? With either lots of praise or ofc reader being an asshat and messing with billy so very fun happenings ensue !!!!
Pretty Boy
Summary:
Billy leans close, grabbing your shirt; the smell of smoke surrounds you as Billy puffs out in your face, “Is that what you want? Because I’ll do it, I’ll bend you over my knees on the bleacher and spank you till your crying. Is that what you want?”
You gulp, words slightly lost, “I didn’t think so,” Billy says, leaning away from you; he pats his lap, “Now come here.”
Pairings:
Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader
Tags:
Smut | Praise Kink | Top!Billy | Bottom!Reader | Soft Sex | Praise Kink | Lil Bit of Rough Sex
Words: 1782
Author's Note:
Thank you 🥺, happy for the compliments and we definitely need more than just twink male!reader, glad to see another connoisseur of Billy Hargrove. I had to remember that they didn't have phones in the 80s 💀 also we're gonna pretend this universe isn't 100% canon and is 80s inspired or whatever you want to call it because I don't want to write homophobia in any way shape or form.
Previous
Waking up butt naked in a car in the middle of the night is shit. Billy’s cute, annoying snores only make it slightly more bearable. The moon is high in the sky when you spot it, and the surrounding area is barely lit by its light; Billy’s dick is out, and his hand softly holds your ass, his other hand is on your lower back, and one of his legs is set up.
“Billy.”
He mumbles under his breath, you call him again, and his eyes peek open with a frown; he mumbles again and goes back to sleep. “Billy.”
He shushes you. “Don’t shush me!” you remark, “Billy.” He digs his hand into your ass, eliciting a yelp from you, “Was that necessary?”
“Yes. Now shut up; I’m trying to sleep.”
You whack at his arm, “No, don’t sleep; it’s the middle of the night.”
He opens his eyes wide now, tilting his head back to glance up at the car window, “Fuck it.”
“No, not fuck it, drive me home!” You demand.
He shoves his hand into your ass, curling his fingers, “I thought I fucked that attitude out of you.” You apologize, to your surprise, and Billy smirks, “Good boy. Put on your pants; I’ll take you home.”
You walk into school the next day with a hop in your step and Billy by your side, he doesn’t have his hand on your hip per se, but he may as well have. He was waiting for you at the curb by your house, and he looms by you as you walk up to your locker; you laugh at the confused looks of the other students, already giddy about the gossip that’ll spread about this. Steve walks up to you cautiously, glancing back at your guard dog with hesitation; he makes light conversation, and you respond in kind, leaning by your locker once you have everything you need.
“So…what’s happening with this?” Steve gestures between you and Billy, Billy’s head tilts to look over at Steve, a grimace on his face.
“Why? Jealous?” You but in before Billy can.
Billy looks at you, snapping his finger, he turns away, and you follow behind, pausing in your step once to wonder why you’re following. Billy directs you near his seat in every class; the teachers all hold the same confusion about your calm demeanor now and the lack of fights between you and Billy. At lunch, he drags you to the field, behind the bleachers, and drags out a smoke, “You’ve been quiet today,” he notes.
“Yeah, so? You don’t see me pointing out your big mouth.” Now, you’ve known Billy long enough to know what anger looks like on his face, but that’s not on his face right now; there’s something akin to amusement there. Amusement with a touch of irritation.
“You just don’t learn, do you?” he chuckles, “Come here.”
“Or what, you’ll spank me?”
Billy leans close, grabbing your shirt; the smell of smoke surrounds you as Billy puffs out in your face, “Is that what you want? Because I’ll do it, I’ll bend you over my knees on the bleacher and spank you till your crying. Is that what you want?”
You gulp, words slightly lost, “I didn’t think so,” Billy says, leaning away from you; he pats his lap, “Now come here.”
You move and straddle his lap; Billy tilts your chin down to look at him, smiling; he puffs out another waft of smoke in your face, and you wave it away, glaring at him when he grins. He hands you the cigarette, telling you to hold it; his hands then move to your back and go down; he spreads your ass, and one of his fingers enters your asshole, then takes his cigarette back from you. His finger slides in and out at a slow pace, “Sshh, shhh, shhh, keep those pretty sounds down.” The fleeting sound of other students' footsteps comes and goes as they pass by; the woods nearby are a flurry of activity as animals go about their lives; you hear someone laugh when Billy removes his finger. You shiver when he kisses your neck.
You whimper, feeling empty; Billy tuts, nose grazing a line up your neck; he places another kiss, this one near your ear. He stands when the bell rings, kissing your lips before he leaves for his Chemistry class; you enter your Physics class feeling a bit shy.
“Hey, you good?”
You turn to Steve, blinking hard; you nod your head after gaining your bearings. “You sure, cause class ended five minutes ago, and you’ve just been sitting there,” he stands in front of your desk, waving his hand by your face; you wave him off. “Plus, you’re wearing Billy’s jacket.”
Your eyes dart down and grow wide, “How did he….that sneaky little shit,” you mutter; grabbing your bag, you yell a goodbye over your shoulder to Steve before running off in search of Billy. When you find his car empty in the parking lot, you go towards the gym; you stand off to the side, bouncing on your feet and looking anywhere else but at Billy. The cocky little smile, the lack of a shirt, and the beads of sweat running down his body have you feeling hot and bothered. Billy runs by where you are multiple times, and you have to turn away to keep your composure - at least he gets reshuffled to the other side of the court each time he does it.
The final whistle blows, and Billy all but struts up to you; you look anywhere but at him, “Hey, pretty boy.” He snaps his finger once, but you resist the urge to turn to him.” Look at me,” he whispers.
You turn to him slowly, head tilting, and he smiles, “See, was that so hard?”
“Hey, Billy! Quit ogling your boyfriend, and get changed!”
You open your mouth to protest to whoever said it, but Billy turns to you, raising his eyebrow; you glare at him, folding your arms and huffing. “Wait here.” You, of course, ignore Billy’s words; if misbehavior gets you the same kind of sex as yesterday, then what are you to do but be a little shit. You leave the gym and head over to the parking lot and sit on the hood of his car, swinging your legs; you wave by the remaining students as they pass by, some calling you a brave soul for touching Billy’s precious car, others commenting on how Billy had you in the palm of his hand. You flip the latter off.
Billy shows up after the parking lot is empty; he drops his bag in front of you and comes up to your face, “Who said you could sit on my car?”
“No one,” you cheekily reply, placing your hand on his chest, “Who said you could put me in your jacket?” You yank his hair, smiling triumphantly when he grunts in pain; his face comes closer to yours, nose to nose, and your grin grows wider.
“Is this the hill you want to die on?”
“Depends. Do I get fucked brainless for it?”
Billy snorts, going to your shoulder; he places a kiss there, “I don’t know,” he responds, kissing along the skin there, up to your face, but he avoids your lips, moving your face to the side each time you try and get him. “I think I’ll fuck you slowly, or maybe I’ll have you sit on my dick until you’re crying for me to move.”
You whine, clutching onto his shirt, “Oh, pretty boy wants to be fucked hard,” he teases, finally kissing your lips.
“Yes, please.”
He tilts his head as if considering, “You didn’t behave all that well today, so no dice, we’ll take it slow today or not at all.” Billy moves back from you, picking his bag from the floor, “Let’s go.”
When Billy drives up to your house, you convince him to sneak into your room, granted he follows up with a cocky little grin, which only serves to infuriate you; thankfully, the house is empty. You jump him as soon as your bedroom door shuts behind him; he stops you, holding you in place; he walks to your bed and lies back on it. Like behind the bleacher, you straddle him; he slips his pants down and has you sit on his dick as promised. And like he said, he doesn’t fucking move.
“Billy….”
He doesn’t respond, just pats your back, lowering you down to his level; he doesn’t let you move, kissing you each time you open your mouth, “Billy….” He doesn’t move, he shushes you with another kiss. You pout, but he shakes his head, “Come on, you can’t just leave me like this.”
“You want to bet?”
“No, I don’t. I want you to fuck me like you did in your car.”
“Not tonight, sweetheart, tonight we’re going slow.”
Now he starts to move; your head is against his, and your breath comes out equally as slow. You hold onto his shoulders as your own hunch together; Billy’s hands roam along your back as he soothes the tension in your body. “Come on, darling, relax.”
You can’t when he’s moving so agonizingly slow, you almost cry, eyes shut tight, and Billy moves, setting you beneath him, “Look at me, come on, pretty boy, let me see those gorgeous eyes.”
You shake your head, and Billy repeats his words, voice softer; you open your eyes slowly, “I know you want it rough,” he coos, “but not tonight, just hold out for me, sweetheart, can you do that?”
He thrusts as he says so, your arms coming around his neck, your legs locking around his waist; he praises you as you hold out, kissing your face. His hands hold your waist as he plows into you unhurriedly, pecking just about anywhere he wants as any distance between you shrinks until you’re both holding each other close. Maintaining a slow pace ends up boring Billy - much to your delight - and soon enough, your headboard is banging against the wall as he drives his dick deep into you. You cheer out when he does, “Finally!”
When he finishes, he doesn’t move from you, just flops onto you, “Happy?”
“Very.”
Your front door bangs shut, then your mother calls out she’s home; you call out before she can open your bedroom door, “I’ve got company!”
“Oh, like, friendly company or other company?”
“Ma!”
“Ok, ok, make sure you bring him down with you for dinner,” she yells back.
“I don’t do dinners,” Billy says.
“You do now!” Your mother buts in.
End Note:
I don't see a lot of soft sex for Billy, and like we need more of that, also let's have more than just twink male!readers!!!
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gods i missed you so much! it's so nice to see you came back (i am a little late to say welcome back ik, sorry). you're one of the best writers here and you can bet i was super happy to find out you're back and writing for stranger things 🥹 well and can i join the sleepover and ask for 🍋 with eddie munson, where he's with reader who kinda has tics and it's his first time seeing her do it. well, its not really tics i think, but idk how to call it. just something comes to mind and they have the urge to say/do it. like whistling, clapping hands, saying things heard from a movie etc. even grab someone and playfully bite them sometimes, yea... need some representation for myself i guess
hi my love!!! ty you so so much🥺💌you’re too kind but I’m so glad you’ve found me again! and you bet I’m in my stranger things era!! of course u can join my love, feel free to send in as many as you like!!
join my sleepover <3
eddie first started to notice your stims when you would absentmindedly grab his hand and fiddle with his rings
he never minded though
he found it quite sweet that you were always drawn to him
and you definitely were
In some way or another, your hands were always on him
the most amusing tic that you had was biting
oh man, you loved to bite
you’d be talking about how exciting hellfire was the other day
and then you’re just biting his forearm
and it just, scratched that itch you had in your had in your head
he’d burst out laughing, he found it so so cute
you tried to shy away at first
but he wouldn’t let you
he practically shoved his hand to ur mouth
“Go on, pretty, you can bite when you need to.”
UGH
HES JUST SO!!
and he definitely doesn’t care when any of your stims happen
you could be surrounded by a bunch of mental heads after a gig
you could tell he wanted to impress all of them
But you couldn’t help that feeling again and so you started to whistle
all of them turn to you, mostly in surprise
you at first thought it was because you were whistling and you felt embarrassed
but then, “hey, that’s so cool!”
unbeknownst to you, your brain had chosen an iron maiden song that Eddie was listening to on the way there
and oh wow, eddie was so fucking giddy
practically jumping up and down because first, his baby is so cute and fucking awesome and secondly, which is just a perk, the other metalheads loved it
he’d press a long kiss to your temple and intertwining your hands together with a big smile on his face
another one of your stims is just spouting out movie quotes
Steve would be pouty as another girl had left the family video
“Well, that’s it. I give up on women.”
Robin scoffed, “really? you didn’t even try to ask her out.”
“Do or do not. There is no try.”
Eddie would just turn to you, “oh my god, did i make you up in my dreams? seriously, holy shit—”
Sometimes when you get into the shower, you’re making the psycho noises
and Eddie can hear it from your room, and he can’t help but laugh so hard
bc he just loves it so much
and he loves you so much
He’d call from your room, “I love you, pretty.”
You would just laugh and shake your head, “I love you too, eds.”
#vic’s sleepover ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson fluff#fluff#stranger things#stranger things headcanons#stranger things fanfiction
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OMG I just finished your classification AU and I am in tears over the cuteness (and the Dazai angst how'd you characterize him so well 😭)
Also the warmth and the patience that Chuuya is showing towards Dazai just mwah chef's kiss.
(I AM GNAWING ON YOUR FIC LIKE I'M SO GLAD I STARTED 2024 WITH THIS. MY CROPS ARE WATERED MY FACE IS CLEAR. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME AND HOW HAPPY EACH CHAPTER MADE ME)
Cough anyways
I remember Chuuya saying something about how he needs to buy more toys for Dazai and I was like It'd probably be a stuffed crab because Dazai likes crabs but then I thought about it and I was like it'd be so cute if Chuuya got him a lil sea slug plushie 🥺. Like it matches the ocean kinda theme that they kinda have going and I just know it's gonna make Dazai think of Chuuya and I ju- sobs
LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE SO CUTE
Anyways sorry for invading your inbox. I hope you're doing well and I hope you stay hydrated and I hope you get everything that you wish for in life 🙏🏾
You’re right I do have a crab picked out for Dazai hehe, I’m not sure when he’ll get it tho. I love sea slugs (and SLUG come on 🥹) so i might have to get him two stuffies next time
I’m so thrilled that you like the series so much 🩵😭🥹🥹 feel free to come into inbox anytime ur always welcome 🩵 i hope you’re doing well too best wishes 💕🥺
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HSLOT INSTAGRAM BLURB <3
note: guys this is my first ig blurb so pls ignore if I make any mistakes or it it’s not really nice, I’m sorry 😭 and pls tell me if u think it’s too short/too long :) navigation
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harryfan1 MY SHOW IM SEEINGHARRRYSES 😭😭😭😭
harryfan2 bought tickets just to see u 🙏🏽
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annetwist so pretty darling! can’t wait to see you and H❤️
harryfan3 URE 😭 SO 😭 PRETTY 😭
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harryfan4 HARRY 😭😭😭❤️🍓🫶🌹
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harryfan1 post concert depression is real guys. what am i gonna do with my life now that i have nothing to look forward to. crying as we speak. yn spoke to me. she talked to me. she touched me.
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harryfan3 DCJDNCJDNCJSDN HOW WAS IT
harryfan1 it was the most amazing concert ever. i don’t think it’s real i feel like im dreaming and im gonna wake up soon. HARRY IS REAL I SAW HIM WE BREATHED THE SAME AIR.
harryfan5 im so glad u had fun babe 💗💗💗 u deserve it! what did you and yn talked about ??
harryfan1 she came up to me and complimented my outfit 😭😭😭😭 she was sooooooo nice and so pretty irl, her smile is so sweet 🫶😭
harryfan11 boas on tour
harryfan4 i feel bad for the people who have to clean the place out…
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harryupdates harry reading a fan’s sign that says “im here for yn” and replying with “me too”!
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harryfan2 THATS MY SIGNBVBHFBVJ
harryfan3 he is so whipped for her
harryfan4 i want a love like theirs
harryfan5 the fact that anne and yn’s mom liked this is so… 🥺 i love them
harryfan6 ANNE REPOSTED ON HER STORY TOO 😭😭🥺🥺
harryfan7 I JUST REALIZED. she adores their relationship just as much as we do and that’s so 🥹🥹
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harrydailynews harry and yn spotted leaving the venue together last night!
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harryfan8 the it couple
harryfan4 i don’t know if i wanna be yn or harry tbh
harryfan7 harry’s jawline 😵💫😵💫😵💫
harryfan9 yn is such a goddess
harryfan11 i understand harry… i would write a whole ass album about her too
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yourinstagram im so lucky to have u bub, so proud of my rockstar 🎸x
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mitchrowland alright lovebirds
jefezoff i love you guys.
annetwist what a cute picture! give me a ring, i miss my babies already❤️
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