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𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ polymyxin b. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 9005 (i am so sorry).

“stop pressing it, you dumbass!”. you exclaim in discomfort, but shamefully not because of you.

“it’s just a bruise, some nebacetin will do it”. your boyfriend’s reaction was pissing you off more than his colleague’s grunting behind you.

“it’s not just a bruise, that was metal they were hitting you with”. your angry tone left space for your saddened one and gun-woo did not like it at all. “why did you guys agree on that anyway?!”.

“it was his idea”, they both said it simultaneously, pointing fingers at each other that made you roll your eyes.

“ya, y/n”. woo-jin called you. “don’t be so mean to him, he dodged almost every punch wonsuk-subaenim threw at him”.

was that supposed to calm you down? a middle finger was pointed at the older man next to your boyfriend, gun-woo laughing and woo-jin reaction was to scold you.

"aish-", he gets up to grab a towel and you laugh a little seeing woo-jin's response. "i miss when your girlfriend wasn't a professional doctor, gunwoo-ya". gun-woo smiles shyly and you return to your job on your boyfriend's abs.

"shut up, old man". you ignored him.

"see?! she doesn't respect me!". it was your turn to laugh, ignoring him completely once again.

“i can’t work properly without some soothing paste, gun-woo, look at this mess”, the frustration was evident in your voice, manicured hand tracing his right side carefully which made the boy a little sad and impatient.

“it’s okay jagiya, don’t worry too much”. he turned to you after throwing a nasty looking at his best friend for not helping and held your face in his hands. he hated to admit that he could see tears forming in your eyes. “we can take a look after napping today, what do you think? you must be exhausted”.

the brutal difference between your little hand and his almost pierced skin shamefully stole his attention for a couple of minutes. without even noticing, your other hand grabbed his shorts so tightly it was starting to color your knuckles white.

worriedly, gun-woo laced his fingers with yours and made him eye-level with you, damp hair and sweaty armpits ticking his brain saying you should shower after a training session that long but his mind was nowhere near worrying about himself.

“hey, look at me”. his voice sounded lenient enough that even woo-jin got quiet on the other side of the room. "it's okay, baby, i'm gonna be fine".

“you’re the one that should be exhausted, not me”. you complain about his kindness, starry eyes becoming glossy minute after minute, making the man in front of you almost panic.

“don’t think i don’t know you’ve been working the whole day”. he says brushing your hair behind your ear. “mr. seo said you’ve been taking your colleagues' shifts too”.

your pout only grows like a kid being caught stealing candies at a party. it was so frustrating dating a boxer when you built your whole life around saving people's lives, choosing the most efficient predicament to help someone on the verge of dying, or physically taking matters into your own hands to avoid any nasty side-effects that could change a person's life forever.

leaving patients behind to suffer wasn't an option for you, let alone postpone the pains and unattended injuries of your loved ones.

“the skin, gun-woo”, you return to ramble and point at the purple bruise on his body. “it needs bacitracin and polymyxin b otherwise it’s going to get pretty ugly. imagine the metal pierced your skin? that would be the end, god".

“baby, stop thinking about it”. he lifts your chin so you’d stop looking at the bruise. “i won and that’s what matters, right? just one more week and we’re going to the finals half, it’ll be over soon”.

a pout was formed and your lips quivered. honestly, you’ve never cried in front of gun-woo before and his reaction was pure terrific. you didn’t know what got you so worked up after the match against his stupid coach and that stupid ugly machine, but you winced every time his grunts on the ring got louder and louder.

a couple of minutes into the last round, you regretted coming to see his training, he kind of forgot to tell you that it wasn't the usual gym sessions anymore, and now they were approaching a more realistic season of monthly fights coordinated by his coach.

you hated his coach from now on and that was final.

gun-woo’s eyes were round and full of stress when you cleaned the first tear that have fallen on your left cheek, averting your gaze to the table behind him and trying to distract yourself.

“people with skin infections have a higher risk of low immune responses and vice-versa”, you continue, “they can vary from mild to serious”. gun-woo grips your arm.

"jagi".

"are your vaccines up to date?". you asked him and he nodded. "god, that could've turned into a fucking lockjaw or something, gun-woo". he looked at you with pity and panicked.

"i'm okay, see?". he points to his sweaty chest. "we came to the doc appointment last week and we were all good, right, hyung?". gun-woo glances at woo-jin silently asking for help.

unfortunately, gun-woo was inexperienced in this dating thing and sometimes needed the help of his dramatic hyung.

"oh, yes, yes, yes. the doctor said we were new as a baby and wonsuk-ssi even congratulated us". the boxer held his thumbs up in an exagerated sign and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "the diet has been doing good for us! stop worrying too much kid, you're sounding like his mom".

why did he have to be so drama queen-orientated?

you looked at your boyfriend with glassy eyes and a red nose, turning your back to woo-jin so he couldn't see your crying expression and hopeless state. you trusted the man with your life just as gun-woo did, but something about the ugly-looking bruise on your boyfriend's side was starting to look too scary for you.

"neomycin, compression, elevation, and a bruise-healing diet can also help speed up the healing process, but that looks scary". breathing deeply, you point to the injured local and grimace. "15—20 minutes of ice packs for 3—4 days will do it unless the skin is pierced". you pause, talking to yourself. "we better get going or you'll start bleeding soon".

"jagi".

"arnica gel is useless here". you take a step forward and breathe deeply again. "fuck it, i'm applying vaseline if it gets worse".

"y/n". gun-woo called you but none was working.

"tell me if it starts bleeding, please? do not press it or else the blood will fuck everything up".

“woah, she is a stress-talker i can see”. on the other side of the changing room, woo-jin's comment makes you think he deserves death, you were sure of it.

“aish-, will you stop?”. gun-woo hugged your head in his chest and grimaced at his best friend next to the door. he was starting to get frustrated with your state and didn't know what to do.

woo-jin also came to see the fight but it turns out he was only making things worse in this moment.

“what? i am too!”. woo-jin defends. “i get all talkative when i’m stressed, but just not all of that smart stuff she sayin’”.

“jagi, we’re going home yeah?”. gun-woo patted your shoulder, dismissing his friend and looking at you. “there you can take a closer look and then we order food, hm?”.

your boyfriend was waiting for your response when he got a change of plans.

“sounds good!”. woo-jin exclaimed and you could feel your boyfriend rolling his eyes.

you swear to god woo-jin wasn’t usually this persistent.

gun-woo ignored him, which you found a little cute in your opinion, and even laughed a little.

“okay, but you’ll have to promise me to rest tonight”. you look up at his eyes and your boyfriend smiles. it was different to have someone other than his annoying best hyung or his mother worrying about his well-being, and for sure it was the first time someone this 'brainly' took care of him.

after being alone for so long, gun-woo appreciated your nurturing nature like no other and wanted to stop the negative feelings blooming in your chest right now.

“okay, i promise”. he presses a quick kiss on your lips, which was accompanied by a little wince since he had to bend down to your height to reach your face.

"aigoo, i'm sorry". you grimaced apologetically.

he smiled and turned to reach for his shirt beside you, putting it on while waiting for you to pick his things up. gun-woo had to admit that was the most intense fake match his coach had put him into. maybe you were right and he should rest tonight.

"i met him first". gun-woo can hear woo-jin's voice threatening you at the door. he only went to wave his coach goodbye and came back for a bickering woo-jin and a pouty y/n. "he was just fine when it was only me and him".

"you smell like belly pork and not in a good way". you replied.

"aish-, respect your elders, kid". woo-jin's eyes were round and menacing. "i saved his life more than once, okay? we are brothers at heart, we even share our clothes!".

"his mom loves me, she even cooked me bulgogi when we first met!". that was you on your tip-toes beckoning woo-jin to the door, a man at least seven inches taller than you. his face was frightened and his hands were defensively in front of him. "and i know exactly when to turn the grill on when we're going out!".

gun-woo's shirt was too tight for him to keep listening to your argument, and he definitely was starting to feel his right side itching when the tissue came in contact with the bruise.

"aish-, that was one time!". woo-jin defended. "and you'll never know how a boxer's spirit works because we invented it".

"liar! you said you preferred mayweather when you guys first met, and i know this because he told me himself".

"oh please i am a manny pacquiao enthusiast at heart and forever will be. and! i've also seen his d-".

"ya, would you both stop?". gun-woo interrupted his friend with a glare, warily pulling you back so you wouldn't hit his friend across his face. "i'm tired and it's getting late".

"he started". you pointed at the older man. "and i've seen more than his dick, you old".

"ya!". gun-woo looks at you affronted and woo-jin starts laughing, hiding his mouth when gun-woo pretends to hit him.

"she gots quite the temper, bro". woo-jin had to point it out. "woo, i'm excited! finally someone who matches my energy".

"you both should stop". your boyfriend tsks and you look at him smiling. "and you shouldn't listen to him". he says.

"don't say it like we're finished, boxer". you threaten woo-jin with your eyes and gun-woo has to stand between both of you so you wouldn't jump the man scaringly.

"ya, take good care of my lil bro for me, yeah?". he taps gun-woo's shoulders and they both smile at each other intensively.

"aish-, it looks like you're both exactly in love, stop that".

"yes! she's getting jealous!". woo-jin exclaims.

"hyung, you're wife is waiting for you, just go". gun-woo whines at the man and he smiles, seeming to finally remember he has his own real lover. "woah, that's true, i'm going!". woo-jin starts running down the hall and waving at both of you goodbye, finally letting your boyfriend go smiling like an idiot.

gun-woo takes his bag from your shoulders and you both start walking down the hall hand in hand. for now, you choose to silence your concerns about the big boy and just plan a peaceful ride back to your home.

"take your clothes off". your voice sounded a little too low for gun-woo's liking and he couldn't suppress a smile. glancing at you, he couldn't help but find his all-black gym set a little out of place in your all-pink bedroom. to no surprise, you perfectly fit in the pastel colors you were wearing.

"buy me a dinner first, sailor". he had to joke looking at you and taking his tight gym shirt off. instantly, he felt his side ache. something damp ran down his ribs and gun-woo cursed when he spotted blood in the rem of his shorts.

well, wasn't that just great?

looking at the bathroom mirror, he grimaced pressing the purple and red spot with his other hand.

"don't". you came from nowhere, taking his bigger hand off of him and analyzing the situation with - what your boyfriend liked to call - doctor face. a first-aid kit was on your arms the instant you glanced at the little blood accumulating on the bruise. gun-woo attentively stared at your facial expressions worried about what you were going to do.

to his surprise, only a sigh escaped your lips, and the boxer was guided to sit on the bathtub behind him, your little hand holding two of his fingers so he could follow you. it was funny how larger his frame was compared to yours in the small white bathroom.

"does it hurt a lot?". you ask worriedly wiping his skin.

"no". he wasn't necessarily lying, you both knew how pain tolerance worked for gun-woo. "just itchy". he made a face and clicked his tongue boringly.

you looked attentively at the injury while avoiding your hands on the more reddened area.

gun-woo thought your size was the perfect complement to your cute personality. when he first met you, your height was the first thing that he noticed after your soft hair. of course, accompanied by your scary father he didn't dare to even look at your way properly, but his first impression of you was something the boy held dearly in his heart.

your smart brain was when everything became blurry to the boxer. for a recently graduated student, gun-woo knew your knowledge was freshly put into place, and added to the great things he had heard about your intellect before meeting your father, he knew you were smart. but imagine the surprise when he first saw you dealing with your father's disease from up-close, admiring your basically perfect approach and ripeness to everything handed to you.

it didn't click him. how could someone so delicate-looking be so splendidly clever and loveable at the same time. he thought it was unfair the fact that you were so effortlessly sexy in his eyes. and that was a first for the boxer.

you were his first everything.

"this has to have knocked the air out of your lungs". you state while kneeling on the floor in front of him, making the boy gulp and avert his gaze suddenly embarrassed.

“hm, yeah”. he gulped even harder. “but just for a moment, though. coach didn’t want to stop”.

between his parted legs, you were insinuating things he had trouble forgetting, and with one more glance at you, he had to part his lips surprised because jesus christ, why were you tying your goddamn hair?

"i'm talking to wonsuk-subaenim about this no matter what". you looked up at him and he quickly averted his gaze. "that stupid machine has to go away".

two weeks ago. in this same bathroom. you were wearing your pink PJs late at night and he swore he had never seen your lips that glossy. the position was the same. he remembers it all too well and has to shake his head to not make things harder for him.

"jagi-".

"i'm serious, gun-woo". now was his turn to sigh. why were you pretending this didn't do anything to you? was he the creepy one? oh god, he definitely was the creepy one.

his eyes were as round as a golf ball as he looked at your innocent expression and silently cursed his inappropriate thoughts.

gun-woo swore he wasn't like this before meeting you. he was a decent young man with respectable beliefs and a proud mother that admired and trusted him blindly.

being an athlete, gun-woo was often proclaimed for his self-control and disciplined routines. now, only a glance at your smooth skin without too much clothing was enough to have the man spiraling and sweating.

four months ago he wasn't like this.

"it's the second time this happens. remember that day in your mom's apartment? you told me you'd take more care of yourself". you continue to speak nonchalantly, rambling your frustrations to the man.

"it was a snap kick i wasn't ready for". he clears his throat hoping to not sound too raspy. "coach didn't tell me on time". you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

"i am going to need an elastic bandage for this". you say more to yourself, warm hands inspecting the swelled area while your boyfriend examines your face panicked. because why were you so close to his fucking crotch? "and also a heating pad to clear up the trapped blood. will you hold it for me?". you ask him to hold the warm cloth while you searched for more things for help in the first-aid kit.

"baby, could you work on this side first?". he shyly asked, thick thighs trapping you in place to gather your attention. the boxer had to summon all the courage in the world to politely ask you this. the little yelp you let out because of the sudden touch made him blush involuntarily. "s-sorry".

his voice was so low and raspy that made you question what the hell was going on. even involuntarily, his voice always gave him in.

"oh my god, did i hurt you?". you worriedly questioned, getting up quickly so you could examine him from afar.

"no, no". he waves it off, gulping a few times so the embarrassment could pass.

it wasn't working.

"it's just that... that position". he pointed to the floor where you were previously sitting and saw exactly the moment your expression changed.

"what?". your confusion was clearly shown by your knitted brows and opened mouth.

"the position you were in... you know...". he gulped more times than he could count and could feel the fire his cheeks were on at that moment. only when his hands fled to his crotch area as if trying to hide something that your brain finally clicked.

"kim geun-woo, is that a boner? oh my god". he grimaced embarrassingly. "how could you think of things like that when your skin is basically peeling?!".

"c'mon, baby, i was trying to be discreet". he interrupts you, dying to pull your hands so he could properly apologize to you but you kept getting away. "i'm sorry, it's just that it triggered a memory of us a while ago and you tied your hair and everything and my brain stopped braining".

"you need to go to church, you pervert". his pout was something you were accustomed to, and his shy whines were a great reminder that, even if your boyfriend looked like a war trunk and sculpted by the sky itself, he still was stupidly timid when it came to things like this. "i'm joking". you laugh and he rambles.

"i'm not asking for anything! just s-stay here". he points to the floor next to his right leg, a different space from where you were before. "please".

"how long have you been like this?". a shit-earing grin was starting to adorn your face, almost forgetting about the important task you had at hand.

"i-i'm not asking anything, i swear". he repeats in despair. "i don't want you to feel uncomfortable, please".

"uncomfortable?". you approach him laughing. "baby, you're my boyfriend for a reason, you could never make me uncomfortable. that happens sometimes, no need to feel embarrassed about it".

"well, i'm just worried sometimes because of... you know what". instantly, your heart grew all soft.

"oh my god, are you talking about what i told you the other day?". your round eyes were glued to the man in front of you, hands swiftly caressing his sweaty hair while you fought the urge to kiss his forehead.

"you said you didn't have great experiences in the past and, even though i wonder sometimes, i don't feel like it would be nice to ask you which ones. so i try to just avoid situations like this so you won't think of me as just another dirty-minded creep". he explains and you kiss him.

you wanted to cry. and suck the life out of him. at the same time. because that's just how dating kim geun-woo makes you feel.

"i'd never think of you in that way, oppa". you hugged his head on your chest and he nosely laughed, finally relieved for not completely fucking things up. "i would suck you anytime, anywhere you want, you know that". you say and he looks up at you seriously.

"ya, stop teasing".

"i'm serious, i literally am in love with you and your co-".

"oh my god, you need church". he closes his eyes and breathes deeply, trying to take control of his own body.

"you're like the most romantic and sweetest guy a girl could ever want. and then your dick had to be big too!".

"ya!". gun-woo looked serious and you smiled at that. what he didn't notice was that he was gripping your ass unconsciously in his nervous state.

"pervert". you whispered in his ear and he immediately stopped.

"i'm going to go, woojin-hyung is not so mean to me as you are". he pretends to start getting up and you hold his arms laughing. his whiny tone was so cute you could die.

"i'm sorry, sorry! it's just so easy to mess with you". he glared at you and you smirked. "i can't let an injured man run around the streets alone, especially an uncontrolled one".

"just wait for this fucking thing to heal, y/n". you opened your mouth in shock. was that veins popping on his temples?

"language!".

"sorry, sorry, can you please do your job?".

you laughed at that and kneeled at his side, sensing that he was starting to become frustrated. you weren't sure why, but at this beginning of your sexual life, you found yourself often giving in to his wishes afraid that you are stepping into a hole with no way up.

gun-woo made you feel safe - not uncomfortable in any way. but sometimes you doubted the man was engaged in this type of thing at all because he seemed to skip any opportunity he has to rock your world daily. you trusted him and respected his slow pace.

you made the order in your head, soothing the area with some polymyxin b and nebacetin, soothing oils for the itchy feeling to go away, and vaseline to keep the wound moist. after that, you wrapped the bruise with an elastic bandage and gently pressed the heated cloth there for a few minutes.

too tempted, you sneaked a glance at your boyfriend's shorts.

"oh my god, it's huge".

for one second, you thought you were flying across the bathroom and the other you realized gun-woo had got up so fast you fell backward and hit your head on the marble floor. the pain shoots straight to your neck and ear almost instantly.

"omo!". gun-woo came to the rescue in panic, seeing what he has done. "are you alright?". he asked worried.

"it was a compliment, idiot!". you screamed at him, grimacing at the new feeling in your head. "what is wrong with you?".

"so now it's my fault?". he defended. "you're not supposed to be saying things like that when is not sexy time!".

“don’t say ‘sexy time’!”.

“you can’t keep doing this, i’m trying to be polite here!”.

"i was just teasing you!". you glanced at his stoic face and got up with his help, patting your head where it hurt most, thankful to find no blood in the area.

"it turns me on!". he confessed and for a minute you were glued to the ground. "it makes me want to take you to bed and have sexy time when you're all bratty and mouthy". his raspidly voice said and you had to grip the counter behind you so you wouldn't fall again.

what did he just tell you?

"oh". it was your turn to feel the fire on your cheeks. "i-i didn't know, i'm sorry, i thought...". you guiltily gulped staring at gun-woo's chest before looking him in the eyes.

"i'm trying to take things slow but you don't help, y/n". the sincerity in his raspy voice made you almost want to shy away. forwardness never looked so sexy in someone like it does to him. "i'm not that experienced, you know that, so i don't know what you like and don't like and that makes me scared to fuck it up. and, god, that makes me fucking insane because all i can think about is you all the time".

your sweaty palms gripped the bloodied rem of his shorts and you closed the gap between the two of you, steading your wobbly feet with gun-woo's help. the proximity made him crazy and you could see the mental battle he was going through in his head. you pecked his lips three times before whispering.

"why be scared?". your starry eyes locked him in place and gun-woo swore he couldn't move, your question making him confused. "i also want you all the time, oppa. i think of you all the time, that's why is so hard for me to see you getting hurt and i want to cry my eyes out when it happens. you drive me crazy, oppa".

"i'm sorry". you didn't know he was talking about what have happened in the ring or about what he was going to do to you because suddenly his expanded pupils made his eyes get darker and darker and you were almost crying from the anticipation of feeling him anywhere.

"i'm worried you'll get more hurt". one of your hands traveled to his injured side, never leaving his gaze. "you should... i'm sorry, gun-woo, we shouldn't-".

"you promise to tell me if anything feels wrong?". he cuts you off by arching your back and locking his eyes with you, entirely invading your personal space. "if you don't like something, do you promise to make me stop? because i swear to god i can't take it anymore, y/n". he whispered the last part on your mouth and you swore the cat got your tongue for a minute.

"uhum". you nod your head and gun-woo stayed still, arching his brows as if challenging you not to finish the sentence. "i promise, oppa". you said breathly, eyes focused on his and nowhere else.

you could feel all of gun-woo's desire pulsing deliciously beneath him, hard and voluminous, inciting your intimacy to slowly release lubricant.

you were curious. his face was cute and his body was a sin, but not all of the morals and good mannerisms in the world could hide the true desire of a person. you knew he always wanted more and you were so curious to find out what exactly his innocent brain had conjured in all these months of dating you.

gun-woo panted softly, having complete control of your body now that your toes were barely touching the ground, back arching even more while he took a deep breath next to your ear. and then he started teasing his own body as he rocked back and forth, slowly, in search of relief. and using you.

you kissed his neck, and there was when you worked him up with little kisses and shy licks, making him more and more susceptible to pleasure. gun-woo was such a selfless person that he felt scared of taking instead of giving and you wanted to prove him wrong. you wanted to prove to him that sex is good regardless of your position.

you didn't count on his strength in moments like this, but he was a boxer, after all, so you were silly to think he would take it easy on you. only one minute in and his grip was so strong on your skin that you were certain your ass was battered, squeezed, and still under the fabric of your slacks.

you knew his body all too well, you saw him naked countless times and so did he with you in the last 4 months. but never he did what he wanted with you. too shy, too aware, too scared to ask you. because that's just what gun-woo was.

selfless.

he pulled your face away from his neck so that he could bring his full lips to yours. you were kissed at the pace he dictated, in the way he wanted, fast and wild. both of your tongues collided in a hot, pleasurable slide.

you swore this wasn't the same man who had blushed at remembering you sucking him off minutes ago.

gun-woo sucked hard on your voluminous lips every time he withdrew his tongue, which you insisted on sucking in the most erotic way possible whenever he invaded your mouth. meanwhile, your hips were manipulated by the boxer's hands, which made them rise and fall slowly on his still-covered cock.

your hips were placed on the counter and you finally realized you didn't have much place to run after that. you were trapped between your sink and a 6ft tall man in front of you with sirened eyes that could kill you.

your pants gradually gained moisture, and the moan you let out when gun-woo gripped your ass with more force maddened the boxer even more, making him stop the kiss and go down with his stimulations on your neck and collarbone, seconds later capturing one of your clothed nipples between his lips and sucking it.

you bit your bottom lip and intertwined your fingers in gun-woo's hair, with his head tilted up, eyes closed and lips parting as he let out gasps of pure delight. the moan you let out when he invaded your pants with his hands and started unbuttoning your jeans and unconsciously scraping your clit was so purely erotic that even he grunted.

"sorry". his gruff voice was rushed as if he felt bad for you but at the same time didn't actually give a shit and was only trying to be polite - trying not to lose his complete sanity.

which was slowly faltering.

you pushed his head against your chest in response, undulating your hips over his hard prominence and the boxer's reaction was to feel a painful twinge in his pelvis and moan.

he raised his head, eyes even darker, then glared at you. he touched your chin with his thumb and slid it across your lips while breathing deeply.

you reached into his pants and touched him, initiating continuous movements along his entire length. gun-woo's lips parted and his brows furrowed, giving you the most obscene view you've ever seen of his face.

hot scar glowing in his sweaty skin and cutting the right side of his entire cheek.

his body was getting hotter, your body was getting hotter, his cock getting harder and your pussy getting wetter. it was painful to repress his own urges.

"fuck". you brought his dick out of his shorts and jerked it off, hands almost trembling with so much tenseness your crotch area was feeling. getting him off made you want to cry.

gun-woo closed his eyes and gasped when you massaged his glans wet by pre-cum.

"oppa". you called him in such a whiny tone that made him go crazy, hiding his face on your neck and biting his lips until it draw blood to his mouth. "i c-can't". you tried to say and his ears perked up. "i'm too wet, i d-don't know what to do". it was embarrassing for you to confess something like that, but hearing gun-woo's grunts and quiet moans was making you wetter and wetter. and you weren't lying, you actually didn't know what to do because you've never been this turned on before.

what the hell?

"fuck, don't call me that, baby". he breathed on your neck and for a second you were afraid he could smell your fucking pre-cum pooling on your panties.

"stop moaning in my ear, for fuck's sake". you didn't know where the strength to say a full sentence came from suddenly but you were afraid a simple touch of the man was going to make you fucking cum.

is this how you feel when you fuck someone you love? mighty skies above, you'll have to do this every day now.

"what do you want me to do when you won't stop squeezing my fucking dick, princess?". his voice sounded more like a growl than an actual human sound and you whined even louder in return.

you arched your body as he trailed his fingertips along your back, intensifying the contact of his thigh against your intimacy. you parted your lips and let out a high moan in response to his touches.

suddenly, you were so sensitive you could cry.

gun-woo felt your grip on his dick falter as if giving him a break. finally, the man could breathe properly again.

the next second, you felt your lips numb with such force that gun-woo sucked them, your body limp as he ultimately took control of your body.

not platonically, but literally.

"fuck, gun-... please".

like a ragdoll, he manhandled you in a position where your cunt was pressed directly on his flexed thigh, making you cry. frustratingly kicking your pants off of you, gun-woo helped you strip the rest of your clothes off before positioning you in the same place as before and teasing your bare pussy lips with his muscles.

you felt him capturing your left nipple and massaging it with his thumb, hearing your sighs between the kiss. as he stimulated the areola, he felt it getting rigid. gun-woo introduced his tongue into your mouth and played with your whiny moans.

your body was tactful to the boxer's touch, and when you felt the digits tightening around your areola, you couldn't help but dig your toes into his butt and moan muffledly, with gun-woo's tongue entering and leaving your mouth, slowly.

a trickle of saliva ran down the corner of the man's mouth. he closed his eyes to focus on the sensations. your excited pussy continued to be stimulated by his thigh, as well as your chest. he was still sucking your tongue when he felt his member pulsate painfully, brushing on your other thigh and moving a little farther to the left, bringing both of your crotches together and beginning a slow rub, undulating his hips in such a way that you stopped sucking his tongue and gasped in delight, squeezing his biceps tighter.

"gun-woo".

he kissed your lips and bit the bottom one, slowly pulling it away from your teeth.

his mouth moved down your jaw and onto your neck, where he could hear your gasps more audibly as he tongue-kissed the warm, milky skin of your throat, careful to leave pretty marks in his travel. his fingers were sadly no longer playing with your nipples, now they were on your bent thigh, holding it firmly as he rubbed himself shamelessly against your body.

gun-woo was using you to get off.

sensing what your boyfriend was finally doing, you cocked your head and with heavy, fluttering eyelids, watched your boyfriend's unholy face in pure delight. parted lips, messy hair, and one of your legs wrapped around him.

you watched, full of lust, as the boxer rubbed himself on you. kissing your neck ardently to the point of trembling eyes.

you already felt your opening releasing natural lubrication and wondered why haven't this man done this to you before.

"i can't anymore, gun-woo. p-please".

"please? do you need something, princess?". he spoke softly but with full of warning.

"fuck... you. need you".

"yeah right, you do". his comment was so lowered that you wondered if you had imagined it for a second. "need you too, princess, don't worry".

in a swift moment, your torso was thrown directly in his chest, your arms circling his neck for purchase while gun-woo hugged your body and finally walked towards your bedroom. when you said you were a ragdoll was because you felt like one, being tossed in the bed without an ounce of strength in your limbs and you weren't even fucked yet.

he then grabbed your waist again and kissed you, meanwhile, you took his shorts off completely, admiring the messy state he made with his liquids. gun-woo grabbed your ass once again and squeezed them, sliding his fingers through the partition between them and smearing all over your ass with his own lubrication.

oh my god. this man was sick.

"oppa". you called him whiny.

he climbed off the bed and pulled you to the edge simultaneously, manhandling your body as he wished. when both of your feet hit the floor, he tore his lips from yours and looked at you.

"do you mind?". for a second, his old innocent eyes shined in the pink light your bedroom had on. sincerely, your mind was too sex-hazed to even process he was talking to you in the first place, so you just tried to focus on his face and smile. "turning around?". he motioned with his fingers a cute circle and your eyes rounded dangerously.

"back?". you pointed to the bed and then at you, voice hoarse from all the torturous moaning.

"uhum". his smile was so pure you wanted to punch him in the face, nodding his head excitingly as if he wasn't asking you to expose your cunt in the air for him.

"a-all f-fours?". you asked him again, surprised and feeling your brain all fluffy inside.

"if you don't want, that's okay". for a moment, you felt his uncommon confidence falter and you were quick to reassure him.

"no, i want to". your doe eyes held all the stars in the sky, gun-woo was sure of it.

"ok". he smiled like a kid.

"ok?". you were too stunned to form coherent sentences.

"ok?". he asked confused, waiting for you to turn around with expectant eyes and arched brows.

"ok". you nodded your head finally.

again, he grabbed your waist, pressing his pelvis to your ass as you turned around. gun-woo started attacking your nape with chaste kisses that made their way to your neck, where he left hickeys and bites. you cocked your head to the side, leaving your neck completely free for the man to make as many purple and red marks as he wanted.

quickly, gun-woo left you to search for his shorts on the floor. when he came back, he surprisingly handed the condom to you, a silent request for you to put it on him which almost made you choke.

upon receiving it, you opened the package and took your hands back, touching the boxer's length. simultaneously, gun-woo slid his hands along your curves and massaged your breasts, making you fail on the first try of putting the condom on. a low moan escaped your mouth, but you didn't stop concentrating on holding your boyfriend's cock and positioning the condom on the glans, then holding the tip and unrolling it completely to the base.

you positioned the glans between your heat and thrust it into yourself, having to bite your lower lip to contain your murmurs due to the burning sensation. gun-woo hugged your body and let himself slide in slowly, with his forehead pressed against your shoulder. you opened your mouth and a breathless groan left your mouth painfully.

"opp-".

gun-woo's eyes opened slowly, just to enjoy the view from below, where his cock slowly came out of your hole, and seconds later, it went back inside a little faster.

"fuuck". his voice was gruff, head empty, and only the feeling of your walls gripping his member inside of you running through his mind. "fuck, princess”.

you threw your head up and brought your right hand back, tangling your fingers in his hair. your brows shaped like your entire face in a set of pained and pleasurable expressions. you felt the heat every time gun-woo entered and exited, but it also felt wonderfully good to feel his cock opening you.

"fuck you". you couldn't help but curse, vaginal canal struggling to keep his member inside as he slide out of you every time. "gun-woo, please, i c-can't". you felt your cheeks wet, confirming to both of you that you were crying over a man's cock.

gladly.

"breathe for me, princess, fuck". he stopped inside you, letting you accommodate him calmly. your moan when he pinched your clit was feral.

"big, big, big". was all you could say and the boxer started to want to laugh.

"hey, princess, you're hearing me?". you breathed deeply. “c’mon, don’t be so cock-dumbed already”.

“fuck you”. was all you could say, twitching around him like crazy.

"we can't stop if it's not what you like-".

"i swear to god, i'm going to kill you. don't stop!". you screamed. painfully.

"hey, you're too tight, jagiya. you need to breathe for me first, yeah?". gun-woo himself was struggling to contain his urge to fuck you relentlessly, but he wanted you to enjoy this as well. "fuck, you're squeezing the fuck out of me, prin-".

"i c-cant. too fucking stretched, gun-woo".

"we've done this before baby, remember? i know you can, now relax for me. i'm feeling a bump on your stomach here". he pressed the bulge and you keened, juices leaking everywhere between your legs.

“i’m so wet”. you didn’t know who you were talking to anymore if it was to him or yourself.

again, you were crying and involuntarily relaxed your lower half, turning limp in your boyfriend's arms and arching your back more making him hit a new angle.

"shit-". you moaned and he felt his member twitch because of the contraction. "that's it, that's it, good girl". he breathed deeply when he could move again, relieved to have some breathing space.

without warning, gun-woo penetrated you fast and rough, making your small body propel forward, and the only thing that kept you from falling was his firm hands on your waist.

a moan escaped your lips and the rest of them died on your throat when your eyes rolled back and gun-woo hit a new angle.

the boxer smirked. gun-woo knew perfectly well how to tease you.

he then squeezed your hips and wrapped his digits in your hair. for the next moment, he withdrew from inside you and came back again, fast and hard, eliciting moans from your drooling mouth. as much as your eager moans were constant, gun-woo continued to fuck you mercilessly, without chastity, inserting himself completely without stopping. the erotic noise of your bodies colliding became frequent, echoing throughout the room and almost moving your bed from its place multiple times.

the moans became louder and more constant, and if it weren't for the firm touch of gun-woo's hands in your hair and hips, you would certainly collapse on the mattress. a trickle of lubricant ran down between your legs, and the excess made gun-woo's cock penetrate more easily into you.

you let out a high-pitched moan, the loudest yet.

gun-woo smiled happily, almost proudly, starting to thrust in the same place, which generated a sequence of loud and tearful moans coming from you.

"fuck". he cursed once, twice, and countless times with how good your pussy felt. gun-woo was losing his mind with no restraints and overthinking.

you moaning his name was beautiful, too wonderful not to be heard and appreciated, and gun-woo wished you would call his name louder and louder so everyone would know you were his.

as much as he was yours.

"princess, you there?". he worriedly asked, sensing your lack of words and quiet whines while he fucked you.

"hmm". you couldn't speak, that was on period. it didn't matter how much you tried, your eyes were too rolled back in your head for you to make sense.

and gun-woo being the wonderful boyfriend that he was, started kissing your shoulders and the back of your neck, silently saying to you that it was okay to feel so good you turned completely non-verbal.

you bit your bottom lip and, glancing over your shoulder at the worried boxer, you threw your hips back and forward, repeating the same movement signaling you were okay.

gun-woo, on the other hand, had to tightly close his eyes and suppress a growl at your hips undulating while he was still inside. the veins on his neck, arms, and hand were surely evident while he hold his breath.

somehow, you sped up your movements, and little by little, the noise of both of your bodies colliding became louder, more frequent, hotter. you whimpered when gun-woo's glans hit your sensitive spot again, and it didn't take long for your orgasm to threaten to come.

you stopped bouncing and rolled slowly, contracting, the boxer's entire cock inside you.

"i'm cumming". you exclaimed. "can i cum? fuck, gun-woo".

he then grabbed your hair again and put the side of your face against the mattress, and in that position, you were able to see the reflection of your bodies in the wardrobe mirror. and when you thought that your pleasure could not increase, the opposite was proved when you watched gun-woo's hips investing quickly in yourself, while his face was a mixture of pleasure and lust.

your small doe eyes rolled back and your vision became more blurred, your fingers dug hard into the mattress, pulling it and squeezing it between your hands. your eyes water and you mentally asked him not to stop.

"so good". gun-woo grunted in your ear and that was your last thread, squirting everywhere your pussy reached and making a mess of gun-woo's legs. the heat you felt on your cheeks was so intense you started to feel embarrassed.

panting for air, your body couldn’t stop twitching and your muscles couldn’t stop contracting around gun-woo’s member. for a moment, your brain was only white and you were certain you were crying for fuck’s sake.

"jesus christ, what was that?". the man was marveled and lust-hazed, too surprised to notice you were almost passing out.

"baby, please". you whispered weakly, gun-woo slowing down his movements and reaching for your face.

"princess?". his tone was worried for a minute too long. "are you good?".

"squirt". you try to say, feeling your brain too hazed to work properly. "i just s-squirted".

"oh", gun-woo's face was too innocent for someone who had his cock deep inside you, in your opinion, and you hated it. "you gripped me so tight, i thought i was dying". he laughed meaningly and you glanced back at him through the mirror with horror. how could he react like that?

the next thing you know your eyes were as round as your mouth and your lungs were burning with the lack of air. you moaned uncoordinated, finding it hard to distinguish when your pussy stopped spasming and gave him room to move again.

"what do you think you're doing, gun-woo-!?". your scream was cut short by the man thrusting into you again. with full force.

your legs trembled with pleasure, and then they failed to hold themselves together. seeing that you would collapse on the bed, he laid down on top of you and held both of your closed fists, accelerating the penetration even more, which, due to the position, made you tighter.

your clit pressed against the mattress caused friction that only added to the maximum overstimulation. gun-woo took your hands to your pussy lips and made you pull the bands one on each side.

"keep it open for me please, princess?". he asked menacingly, another orgasm starting to build inside you.

"gun-woo!". this man was sick.

"cum with me this time, yeah, jagi?". he whispered in your ear, face turned to your reflection in the mirror and staring right back at your eyes.

"i'm gonna cum-". you affirmed.

"c'mon baby, just a sec, will ya?".

you closed your eyes and tried to hold back, however, gun-woo continued to fuck you deliciously. couldn't hold it anymore. that was final. having your clit constantly hit and neck kissed was too much to delay your orgasm any longer.

the overstimulation was killing you.

"gun-woo, i can't".

"i'm cumming, baby". he grunted out of breath. "cum with me, princess".

and as if it were magic words, you reached your orgasm right when he closed his mouth, followed by a slick and louder moan, making your whole body tremble with the wonderful spasms. breathing was frantic, and his hands were lying at your sides. gun-woo was still fucking in search of his own orgasm.

you contracted around him, squeezing him and, consequently, increasing his pleasure, and that was the climax for the boxer, who finally came deliciously inside the condom.

he was in heaven. searching for something to hold his sanity onto.

his nonexisted sanity.

you kissed him, in an attempt to distract both of you from the thoughtless state of mind. gun-woo turned your body with one hand and collapsed on top of you just after. your yelp was soundless to the boxer, head too pleasured for not stuffing his nose on your hair and trying to compose his fucking mind.

"you there?", gun-woo's voice was muffled by your skin, body too subtle under his.

"everything burns". you admitted in a whisper, throat flaming for moaning so loud.

"i think your neighbor will have complaints tomorrow". the man on top of you smirked and nosely laughed.

"don’t laugh, it’s your fault. you're crashing me, oppa". you whined trying to pull him off of you but not being able to move one muscle.

"omo, 'm sorry". he got off of you and smiled looking at you, almost shy to see your flushed face.

you smiled weakly in return and gun-woo took the condom off of him, making a knot and throwing it on the floor, next to the bed, to throw it away later. he settled on top of your body again and leaned on his forearms, and after facing you and smiling tenderly at your disorientated state, he kissed you tenderly.

you cupped his face and returned the kiss, calm but as delicious as any other one you both had. your hands were shaking while holding his chin and the man seemed to notice. his breathing was still labored, and because of that, he stopped the kiss but continued with both of your foreheads together, noses brushing against each other and lips open.

the two of you were sweaty, you were tired.

"you were amazing, oppa". your raspy voice came in contact with his ears and gun-woo tried to hide his burning cheeks on your neck again, you stop him and stared right back into his eyes.

"really?”. you giggled and he laughed at your hazy gaze. he then started sliding the digits of his right hand by your waist. "you're the one to blame".

"i love you". gun-woo smiled widely and you followed suit, without much exaggeration.

gun-woo tilted his head down and stared at your face; rosy cheeks, closed eyes and chest rising and falling with some frequency. he smiled small and kissed your slightly sweaty forehead, starting to stroke your damp soft hair.

"thank you, princess. i love you too". he whispered drowsily. "can't believe you squirted yet".

"stop". it was your turn to feel shy.

"it was hot".

"you sex beast. i am afraid of not being capable to get up to change your bandage". gun-woo almost choked.

oh god. the bruise.

"a-ah y-yes, totally". he looked down on his side and made a face at the kneaded band-aid.

you could not see that now.

"it's okay, though. i'm okay".

"are you?", your hazy doe eyes glanced at his sirened ones and gun-woo was quick to nod his head dramatically. "'kay". you replied tiredly, eyes almost closing. "can i take a nap, oppa?".

"of course, babygirl". the boxer keened, worried about your dimmed state and praying that he'd have the time to fix your bandage before you woke up.

his high pain tolerance scared him sometimes too, but gun-woo was sure that when the adrenaline left his body, he would feel the consequences of his actions the next day.

"want to shower with me first?". he asked before seeing your eyes completely closed.

"'m tired". you murmured.

"i'll be quick, okay? you don't have to do nothing, we can use the tub", gun-woo suggests.

you surprisingly laughed, and your eyes reduced to two tiny lines. it was so admiring the unique beauty of your joy that, spontaneously, your boyfriend also smiled. it was infectious and refreshing to see your smile so huge and genuine.

"are you suggesting that you shower me like a kid, sailor?". your voice was filled with happiness and the man next to you was quick to reply.

"no, no, no, that's creepy". his brows were arched and his eyes round, you wanted to laugh because of his pure reaction. "i just wanted you to rest... to not be tired and sticky".

"okay, baby. you can take care of me".

gun-woo opened a huge smile and left your body on the bed so he could turn on the bathtub and quickly come back to you.

staring at you sprawled in your element, kim geun-woo realized that he had never been more happy in his entire life than right now.

and he didn't give a fuck if his right side was completely numb when he had you.

don't normalize arguing with your boyfriend's best friend while he is injured and horny ! that might have consequences... hope you guys enjoyed and i'm so sorry for any misspelling 🥺 (this is how sex with kim geun-woo post ep.6 would be and you cannot prove me otherwise)

#this took me 3 days to write #ignore if its bad pls 🥺#woo do hwan #kim geun woo x reader #kim gun woo #bloodhounds kim geun woo #bloodhounds #bloodhounds netflix #smut kim geun woo #fluff kim geun woo #bloodhounds smut #smut bloodhounds

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judyalvqrez · 1 year

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the way people are once again removing all the nuance and moral greyness and complexity out of the last of us, but especially joel miller’s character is kinda concerning lol

#i told myself i wasn't gonna get into the discourse but i was reading through some of the posts and comments in the tlou tag and... oof #like i get it i could write whole essays about my feelings on this story and its characters and the ending ect.#but a lot of people are already getting annoyingly defensive of every single one of joel’s actions #literally stripping him of all of the flaws and complexities and moral greyness that make him such a great character #why are yall turning him into a clean cut selfless hero that did everything right like that's so boring #what’s most frustrating is how people are completely ignoring ellie’s perspective in all of this #some even just pushing her entire character aside in favor of joel #only bringing her or her trauma up when they’re trying to justify something joel did #and treating her like an accessory to his character when you should be reflecting how his actions are gonna affect HER #i hate to break it to yall but if you bring this highly romanticized version of joel into the next season #yall are NOT gonna have a good time #it happened once and it will happen again and i know the inevitable backlash is gonna be twice as bad this time that’s why im concerned #anyway those are just my two cents that no one asked for if you see me posting any type of discourse again pls shoot me lol #and please don't think i'm a joel hater either those people are just as annoying they're just in the minority i think especially on tumblr #why can't we just enjoy joel for the morally grey complex and honestly fucked up and tragic man that he is #it's like joel defender this joel hater that let's just be joel enjoyers #or joel lovers that'd be me because i love him with all my heart 🥺#especially hbo joel like his characterization was so good he just hits different and honestly i prefer him over game joel #and i do enjoy the occasional ''joel is innocent/did nothing wrong' memes/jokes i think they're hilarious and ultimately harmless #(also the joel/abby memes but that's another story sjafhksaf)#this was more about the people writing almost whole ass dissertations or actively starting arguments in their fervent need to defend joel #okay im done lol #lucy rants #i tried to keep this little rant as spoiler free as possible because there's no way in hell im tagging this asjfknsa this was more for me #if you read this whole thing through the end: hi i hope your day was good and if it wasn't i hope it's great tomorrow :)

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aehyei · 2 years

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Do a jeno ver pls?🥺🥺🥺🥺

[11:58 AM] “This is messed up shit.” Brother’s best friend!Jeno groaned but climbed with you at the backseat of his car anyways. You straddled his waist and licked your lips, feeling the excitement bubbling on the pit of your stomach.

“But I can be messier,” you giggle, sucking on his fingers when he tapped your chin.

The boy uncomfortably shifted on his seat, his dick hardening at how you suck on his fingers so messily, saliva coating his skin. “You really are a slut, huh? What’s your step-brother gonna think of you seeing his little baby sister all messy like this, hmm?”

Nothing has happened yet but you were already moaning in pleasure. Jeno let out a mocking laugh, thrusting up to hit your clothed clit with his obvious hard on.

“J-Jeno, p-please, fuck me. Please, please.” You begged, hiccuping with every thrust. It hurt your feelings when he only snickered, appearing to be not as affected as you are. “I’ll be so good for you, please, please.”

Jeno licked his lips, his hand gripping tightly on your waist, pulling you down until you pressed down on him. He ignored the dirty glare you gave him, clicking on his tongue as he shamelessly checked you out. “Mhm? Baby, don’t give me that look, only bad girls do that. You aren’t my bad girl, are you?”

You whinnied loudly, wiggling against his lap to feel any friction to cure the ache in between your thighs. Jeno didn’t look happy from how impatient you were acting, tightening his hold on your hips that you were sure would bruise in the morning.

“J-Jeno…” You squirm, suddenly feeling small from his stare.

“Are you a bad girl, Y/n?” He hisses, fingers going down to ghost your clothed slit. His ego was sure fed well when he felt how wet you were even if he barely did anything.

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes in frustration, biting your lip so hard that you tasted blood. Jeno’s eyes might’ve darken that he leaned in and licked the blood, making you moan out loud in surprise.

Fuck, that was hot.

“Answer the fucking question, slut. Or are you just that stupid?” Jeno snapped, one hand gripping your ass too tightly and the other now stuffed inside your panties, rubbing quick circles on your clit.

“N-No! N-Not—s-stupid!” You manage to let out, hips moving on its own accord. His movements were so fast that it felt like vibrations. Your legs start to shake as you continuously gasp at the feeling.

“Hm? Really? Not stupid. Well then, you must be a very, very bad girl,” Jeno licked his lips, harshly tapping your clit before withdrawing his fingers, his chest shaking with laughter when you frustratedly cried out, “Wanna call your brother and show him how bad you are? How much of a cockslut you are, huh?”

At this point, you were very much desperate for anything. So not thinking much of it, you nodded your head and blabbered “yes” all over again and again.

“Hello? Jeno?”

Your eyes shot open hearing your step-brother’s voice from the phone, pure shock freezing you. You looked at the cocky smirk dancing around Jeno’s lips, his eyebrow raised before entering a finger right into you, settling in a pace so quick you were sure you were starting to get lucid.

“Hi Jaem,” Jeno inhaled sharply when you moaned silently, “guess which slut came for a good fucking.”

Step-brother!Jaemin’s eyes widened to hear your voice, pleading for Jeno to touch you more. Then a huge smirk left his lips before letting out a deep chuckle, running his fingers through his hair, “Fuck her really well, Jen. Make sure she screams, wanna hear it all.”

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smicksstuff · 1 year

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times have been tested. what yn thought was private has now been made known to the entire world. how does she find the strength to carry on? who will be by her side through all of this? is this the end to what was the most anticipated return to the f1 paddock?

The PitBox Crew Series

masterlist

Better Together

(yngasly x f1drivers)

warnings: none

a/n: sorry for the long wait. i hope you enjoy this next part :) if you have any suggestions for the next part let me know in the comments! happy reading!!

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Monaco

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yngasly maman said: you dont need lots of friends, you just need the right ones. she was right.

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ybfusername PREACH SISTER!

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pierregasly ❤️❤️❤️

charles_leclerc of all our very nice pictures you post that? 🙄

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yngaslyfc babes is glowing! ✨

yngaslyfans glad to see her smiling again

yukitsunoda0511 im coming to monaco with you next time. you are always having fun without me :(

yngasly i told you come with me you said no

yukitsunoda0511 never doing that again

lilymhe next time we gokart we arent taking the boys 😤

alex_albon we werent that bad!

yngasly lily and i could have died!

charles_leclerc we werent that competitive

yngasly i smell lies

yngasly PSA: never go karting with formula 1 drivers ! they are crazyyy!!!

arthur_leclerc so when are we going karting

yngasly 😟🔜

formulauno the love these humans share is something I want so badly ❤️

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francisca.cgomes so happy to finally hang with you! ❤️

yngasly oh baby from now on you arent getting rid of me

francisca.cgomes how could i

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California

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yngasly its more than just the music

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luisinhaoliveira99 finally we hang again! love you see you soon! ❤️

yngasly omg yess!! love you babes!! hit me up soon!

pierregasly glad you had fun! next year we go together!

yngasly you could have come this year!

pierregasly i knoww! next year !!!

scuderiapedrogaseoso i love how pierre is casually ignoring the third pic

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lancestroll looking good 🤍

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lancelot is there somethingg brewing here??

sirrlancee i mean could she be the girl on his story the other day?

lancelot girl if they were together they gonna be my fav couple

sirrlancee pls be together!!!

landonorris is that the outfit you have been making the last month ?? 😳

yngasly yeaa you like it?

landonorris girl is flipping amazing 🤩❤️

landonorris you should start making outfits for when you come to the paddock

yngasly thank you landyyy ❤️ tbh i would if school didn’t exist 😶

landonorris next race you come too we shld have matchy outfits

landino bro just saying…they will be such a cute couple!! look at them!!

mclarennumber4 his heart eyes can be seen clearly miles from here

charles_leclerc take me too next year!!! and till then you got to make me at least one outfit!!! 😚

landonorris hey i asked first!

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mickschumacher count me in!! btw you look gorgeous 😍

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lance_stroll since you are making for them i would like one too! 😘

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danielriccardo you were in cali without me !! wow the betrayal 😳

yngasly im sorrryyyy 😣😣

yngasly ill be back soon i promise !!

danielriccardo you better be 😎

heidiberger_ babes i know i just saw you but i miss ya already!! text me when you come back 🥺

yngasly ofc!! or you know you could come here 👀

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bellyasks · 7 days

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helloooo I adore your lists and prompts they're so good 🥹🥹

I have some ideas that I'd love if you could roll with and add onto??

but they might be a bit too specific and long/rambling, so pls feel free to ignore if so!!

here you go!! 💖💖

A is a vampire who has a nasty habit of refusing to feed to the point where they're starved, woozy and their poor hollow stomach hurts

B is their friend or partner who is so sick of A not taking care of themself and chastises them (I was thinking they're pretty mean due to frustration, and afterwards regret their harsh words when they see how sick A is)

B finds ways to help A out, whether that be finding a "meal" for A and gently coaxing them to feed (perhaps rubbing their belly encouragingly as it fills up), offering up their own blood, etc.

Perhaps some focus on starving to comfortably warm and full pls?

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doing dialogue for this one bc i dont know how much i can add to the scenario itself its already so good🥺

HUNGRY:

"Come on. Lions and bears are allowed to eat, aren't they? You can't help what you are. You deserve to eat too."

"Look, I'll be more upset if you don't bite me than if you do, now will you at least drink a little bit?"

"Listen to your poor belly. Haven't you eaten at all since you turned?"

"Look, I promised this lady a genuine vampire bite. You don't wanna let her down, do you?"

"You can't just stay a bat to conserve your energy forever!"

EATING:

"There, I bet that feels good, doesn't it?"

"No, you're good, it doesn't hurt at all! Kinda tickles, actually."

"Sheesh, you really were starving! Hey, go slow, you're gonna make yourself sick."

"Oh, I can feel your belly getting all warm and sloshy…"

"Go on, I know you're not full yet. Don't worry, I feel fine."

FULL:

"I'm so proud of you. How do you feel?"

"Your tummy feels so warm compared to the rest of you…"

"It's almost morning. Come to bed with me, we'll sleep it off together."

"Wow, you already look so much healthier than you did ten minutes ago."

"Look at you, all full and sleepy. Some big bad vampire you are."

#prompts #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #liquid bloat #hunger #belly #my post

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bothoutsiders · 9 months

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I have a request UwU can you please write something Jaytim but with Bernard as the bad guy in the story? Maybe some jealousy or stalking, it doesn't have to be extreme if you don't wanna I very rarely see bernard as the bad guy in fics, if I see it at all, and I have a bit of a craving for it :c pls ignore this if its not something you like! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

hey anon, i wrote something and i'm not sure if this will be of your liking. i have zero experience making someone the bad toxic person, but i did try it and i had a lot of fun. thank you for your request!!

“Baby bird, I thought you would never call.” The voice sounded muffled behind the helmet and even then, Bernard thought it wasn’t his real voice.

He tilted his head a bit to the side observing Red Hood. He was way taller than Tim, thus taller than him too. His muscles were impressive and seeing the guns on his sides, he knew he was also deadly. There was a stain of blood on his right thigh and Bernard wondered if it belonged to the vigilante or to someone else.

Red Hood was nothing but bad news. Bernard had googled him before. It seemed that Nightwing was popular even among the bad guys but Red Hood?... People always got killed when he was involved and he was sure that from all those bat people, he was the most dangerous one.

“Why is he calling you that?” He knew he shouldn’t be surprising a vigilante like that, but it bothered him how Red Hood seemed so close to his Tim. Just then he remembered the promise he made to Tim. Not to interfere. Not to speak, to pretend he wasn’t there, but he just couldn’t let it happen. He couldn’t ignore it.

Things began to move in slow motion as Red Hood looked in his direction. It was probably the fear making Bernard perceive time differently as two guns were cocked and pointed at him.

“Wait!” Tim immediately got between them. “Don’t shoot, don’t shoot!”

Bernard swallowed, feeling his body tense and alert, the back of his neck ice cold. He knew how to fight but this was completely different. He wouldn’t admit that standing close to Red Hood made him feel small and threatened.

“Who is he?” There was a pause coming from Red Hood, his tone wasn’t playful or happy anymore. “You know you can’t bring civilians to things like these.”

“Things like these?” Bernard asked, a light frown on his face. “Why is that? What do you two have to hide?”

Tim sighed as he looked at him, and behind him, he could see Red Hood staring too.

“Are you picking a fight, kid?”

“I don’t like the way he speaks to you,” Bernard said the same night after they were at his place. “He was obviously making a pass at you.”

It was clear on Tim’s face that he was more than tired of this. While their relationship had started as something new, exciting and more comfortable than any other romantic relationship he had ever had… this wasn’t what he expected from it.

After a few months of dating it turned into something overwhelming and completely different.

“He wasn’t. That’s how he likes to tease others.” He sat leaned to the side, away from Bernard even if both were on the same couch watching tv. “If you react to it, he does it more.”

“Tim,” he placed a hand on his thigh. “You know I care about you, I love you, and I won’t tell you to stop being a vigilante if this is what you like but… I don’t feel comfortable when you go to him.” There was a smile on his face, trying his best to be kind with his words and not to make Tim snap. He knew how Tim reacts when he’s tired or under a lot of pressure.

“You can trust me, Bernard. Nothing is going to happen. He is just… that way. He doesn’t interact with many people so he can be a bit weird.”

“Is not that he’s weird and was flirting with you, it’s that he is dangerous. Did you see how he was about to shoot me? If it wasn’t because of you–”

“You surprised him. I told you not to speak or even move, you were to pretend to not be there. I shouldn’t be taking you with me when I’m Red Robin and I still did because you begged me to. It was wrong of me.” Tim shook his head.

“Fine, but he is still dangerous. He kills people, Tim. Why don’t you let someone else deal with him? If you need something from him, maybe contact someone else that will do it for you.”

“... You’re asking me to stop seeing him because you don’t like him?”

“Yes, but not because I don’t like him. He’s dangerous.”

Tim got quiet for a moment and turned his whole body to look at him, as he rested his cheek against a cushion. “Bernard… It’s complicated with Red Hood. He doesn’t have a good relationship with Batman and the rest.”

“No surprise.” He smiled and caressed Tim’s hand. “I know you might be doing it out of pity, Tim, but he’s not your responsibility. He isn’t a big stray dog with bombs attached to him that you found and that you need to take care of. If he was in the streets then maybe he’s there for a reason?”

While his relationship with Jason didn’t start with the right foot, it didn’t mean that he was still on bad terms with him. On the contrary, they were close, and whenever they would fight together, it seemed that they had been doing it together for years. They were so synchronized that it even surprised them.

“Bernard, you’re important to me, I do love you but I can’t sacrifice my friendship with Red Hood because you don’t like it. If we need to get more information or if something happens, he will never get in contact with Batman or even make a deal with him. They don’t get along, I’m the only one Red Hood trusts.” He rubbed his eyes. “I’ll have to ask you to trust me. Nothing bad has ever happened and even if you think he might be a savage, he really isn’t.”

Things didn’t go that well after. There were days that Tim firmly believed that Bernard was completely jealous. That time in which Tim got a message from Jason with a dumb sticker that made him laugh, set some kind of alarm in Bernard’s head.

“It’s him, isn’t he? Does he even know we are together?”

Tim began to suspect it was was some kind of manipulation. Tim had gone through a lot of things and met so many different people. He knew about manipulation when he saw it, and this definitely felt like it.

“This is what happens when you’re trying to be brave. You should’ve let me kill them.”

There were noises coming from the window, they dropped something on their way in and then Tim stumbled. When Bernard took a look, he felt his blood boil.

Red Hood was holding Tim from under the arm, making his boyfriend lean on him and he couldn’t stand it.

They have spoken about the vigilante job and while Bernard was okay with it and even thought it was pretty cool, seeing Tim with someone strong and on the same field made him angry. It wasn't only Red Hood the one that made Bernard jealous, he also got irritated with Kon and Cassie. Especially Kon.

"Don’t touch him!”

The sudden voice made both of them look up, frozen in place.

“I told you I didn’t want to see you with him again. Why can’t you just do that little thing for me, Tim?!”

Tim was about to speak but Red Hood interrupted.

“I’ve been very patient with you.” It sounded more like a growl than just a threatening voice. “The only reason why I haven’t done anything is because Tim wouldn’t like it.” He made sure that Tim was leaning all his weight on him and carefully took him to the couch, sitting him down. “If I stopped touching him when you told me, I would’ve dropped him on the floor like a bag of potatoes. You’re his boyfriend, can’t you see he’s wounded?”

Bernard looked up at Tim and then he saw it. He saw the many wounds, the dried and fresh blood and how he was leaning forward to remove his shoes and massage his foot.

“Well, this is because of you. If you weren’t with him, he wouldn’t have come home like this. You are the one who kills people, you are always surrounded by worse criminals. You’re exposing him!”

There was a moment where Red Hood didn’t say a word, and Tim knew what it meant. He was doubting himself.

“Bernard… I need you to stop. What if you go home tonight? I’ll call you tomorrow.” He said removing what was left of his domino mask.

“Of course I’m not leaving. I’m not going to leave you alone with this… This animal!”

“Bernard, please.” He closed his eyes. The headache he had was killing him.

“Tim, please. We have talked about this before. Tell your friend to leave, I’ll take care of you.”

There was a small sigh coming from Red Hood. Something that no one would notice unless they’ve spent a lot of time with him and recognized the small details. He was about to stand up when Tim placed his hand on Red Hood’s knee.

“Stay.”

“Stay? Tim, he can’t be here.”

“You can’t be here, Bernard. You don’t understand and you are only making things worse." The throbbing on his temples only got worse. "I only want to disinfect my wounds and sleep for two days. You’ve been doing this for weeks now. I know what you want but I can’t give it to you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s him or me.”

Black spots were clouding his sight.

“Bernard. Close the door when you leave.” He closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, massaging his temples. He couldn't stand it anymore.

He didn’t see Bernard leave but he heard him slamming the door when he left.

Red Hood didn’t say a word as he began to help Tim with his clothes, making sure nothing was touching directly his open wounds. He then left, only to be back a few moments later with something.

Tim didn't open his eyes, he knew by now that he needed to take a pill for the pain or he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep, even if he was exhausted.

He felt how his wounds were being taken care of. The few whimpers that escaped his lips found solace on a couple of "it's okay, baby bird", "you're doing good, pretty", "the last one, promise". His voice was gentle and Tim wasn't going to pretend he didn't like it when Hood spoke that way to him.

"He was lying." Tim said and felt how Red Hood paused on what he was doing.

"On what, exactly?"

"Being with you doesn't expose me to worse criminals. I think we make a pretty good team." He said proudly as he opened his eyes, only to find Jason looking back at him. He completely forgot how beautiful Jason's eyes were.

"Well…"

"You're stuck with me, Jason. We are a team. If you try to get rid of me, I'll just keep coming back."

"That's not something your boyfriend will like. You have a lot to explain to him."

Tim rolled his eyes before closing them again. "I'm single again. Now bring me something for the pain, please."

#JayTim #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #w: story #“bring something for the pain” can be emotional or physical you choose #request

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seoafin · 9 months

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i was rereading chapter 5 of dog days are over and fuck man i just love it so much ik we are all excited for the smut but these chapters before are what make the smut all the more worth it!!! if it was just straight sex without building up their relationship and their dynamic it would fall so flat for me but the way you freaking write geto and his flat smiles and his measured tone of voice anytime he’s slightly displaced or wants to manipulate ripmc to stay longer or eat more food🥺🥺🥺🥺 my heart flutters u can rlly see the cult leader coming in my pookie and my heart starts hurting so muchhhhh have u felt like that when you read a rlly good fic? like ur heart is weightier than before and u can just feel it in ur chest and you’re so nervous but fluttery and geniunly fucking shy as hell too…..or do i just have heart problems omg. when geto asked ripmc if the food wasn’t tasty in front of the waitress to get ripmc to eat while he was ordering drinks my pussy fluttered when gojo said put it all on my card too omg MY MAN RIGHT THERE how do u think of scenes like that scenes that are just so fuckinh them like scenes that until you write them i wouldn’t even think about but then i read them and i’m like fuck yeah geto would not even just geto gojo too and his indiscernible looks i can literally visualize him sitting there with his glasses looking at you and i can feel the weight of his stareeeeew gojo asking for more kisses when yours and getos lasts a second longer i love them so much omg. especially when she’s all like guys let’s keep this a secret and they’re all like ……….fine🤨 JSJWKWKKS so pls take all the time in the world you need to not get to the smut i’ll love the smut but i love these kinda scenes even more. also take some time for yourself to decompress and relax!!! i just love the way ripmc fits seamlessly between the two so bad omg she’s literally their missing piece i’m gonna fucking sob. can i ask? is she gonna tell geto and gojo about the mission that went rlly bad? do they know already🧍🏻‍♀️? omg imagine if they find out nanami knew before them?? also do you think there’s anything ripmc could do to get them genuinely mad and angry cause i was thinking of gojos “you cheatin on me” which btw i literally could imagine him saying those exact words and it was teasing so it made me think do they actually care about cheating? like have they had actual fights about it before geto n gojo? and what would they do if like ugh thsi is so angsty i’m sorry i’m on my period🧍🏻‍♀️but how would they react if like ripmc cheated on them? like a kiss or smt? would they be hurt because their trust was broken or would they be hurt because they think ripmc is theirs? BTW THIS SO MAKES IT SOUND LIKE I CHEATED AND IM JUST SELF INSERTING AS RIPMC I SWEAR I JUST THINK ITS INTERESTING TO THINK ABOUT THE SADDEST OF SCENARIOS IF UR UNCOMFY ANSWERING FEEL FREE TO IGNORE PLS!!!!!! anywaysssss i rllly fucking love ur writing so much and i hope you’re having a blast in japan you deserve it❤️‍🩹 i’m so excited and proud for not being like scared to go after what u want u too omg❤️❤️

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU!!!!! can I just say that I LOVE writing geto and his subtle cult leader tendencies in the poly au like YES gaslight gatekeep girlboss (but in moderation lmfao) It's really the small moments where you could think that yeah...this is a guy that totally went off the rails and started a cult lmfao...he keeps his manipulative tendencies but channels them into forcing ripmc to take care of herself and [redacted] he's so awful I love him truly!!!!!

niku also brought up stsg knowing spoiler alert......they know and they definitely aren't happy she talked about it with nanami instead of them. they wanted her to tell them of her own volition, so expect the mission to come back up again in a later chapter lol also for all of ripmc's many faults I genuinely think she can do no bad in their eyes. if she did something it's justified unless it's directly impacted her health as in she put herself in danger and got grievously injured. I can definitely see them getting actually upset and angry with her for that but if anything the repercussions are more like....ripmc being stuck in a room for a week and getting coddled to death until stsg deem it enough 😭

It's not that stsg care about cheating it's more the fact that they are very secure in their relationship with each other and aren't worried about it. gojo might occasionally be annoyed and even pissed when they're arguing about geto being popular but it's never that serious. on the other hand ripmc.... 😭😭 ripmc would never cheat on them and they know it but she's also the most likely to entertain flirtations without knowing someone is flirting with her. when stsg jokingly flirt with another person they're always in control of the situation. they know which lines shouldn't be crossed. they use it as a means to purposefully get the other jealous. sometimes they try to make ripmc jealous and it backfires! another thing is the fact that because the line between lover and friend is so blurred in regards to stsg she doesn't quite understand that there are certain things that only a "boyfriend" gets to do to her which further translates to her not having any sense of boundaries with other people just like she doesn't have any sense of boundaries with stsg. obviously stsg wouldn't be happy about that 💀 if ripmc kissed someone else they probably approached her and asked if they could and she just said yes bc she couldn't find a reason to say no dhjsnfjsndb anyway they'd be more peeved than anything and they'd make it a point to make sure nothing like that ever happens again [ominous]

ANYWAY yeahhhhhhhhh I just think about geto a disproportionate amount aka so much it's unhealthy I'm so obsessed with him

#gojo tells geto in another life he could've been a cult leader and geto says there's only two ppl in the world #he needs to be wanted and worshipped by #don't worry about self inserting as ripmc you're supposed to #anyway kissing u for this ask #ddao.fb

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bwoahtastic · 1 year

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oh pls the kings au has my entire heart!!!

just jenson and nico not really getting along because nico doesn‘t let him close even if he‘d need him during the pregnancy🥺 and pls nico going into labour in the middle of the night and he‘s so scared and he knows he hasn‘t been nice to jenson lately, hasn‘t been nice to anyone at all really but he also did not expect for the staff to just abandon him when he stumbles out into the hallway and tells them he has gone into labor. like he probably is more far along too because he was too stubborn to get help at first until it hurt too much and he knows he can‘t handle this alone. he still tries to make his way to jenson‘s chambers, just slowly shuffling along the walls but then he just collapses at some point because the contractions are too strong. so he just resorts to sending everything he has into his and jensons mating bond although its weak and he just desperately hopes it‘s enough. pls jenson goes sprinting the instant he recognizes that the distress he feels is nico‘s and finding his queen in a miserable heap on the cold floor in one of the hallways. it scares him to see nico, who has never really let any emotions show let alone let himself be perceived as vulnerable by anyone, so scared and helpless, whining for jenson and letting the alpha take him into his arms 😫🥺

i‘m living for the angst of these two!

and jenson carefully cradling nico close and carrying him back into his chambers while nico sobs against his shoulder and is apologizing and begging for jenson to not abandon him too. jenson would be absolutely livid when he hears that the staff just left nico when he asked for help. and town physician seb for the rescue!!

pls, maybe jensons wants to leave once seb is there for the birth because it‘s be more ‚proper‘ (idk if that‘s correct for that time period or if i‘m confusing it with something else oops) for the king to not be there during the birth because, well, it‘s not very pretty? but seb goes nope, you stay right where the fuck you are and that‘s beside nico. no one dares to argue with seb lol

Plss Nico not even daring to be close to Jenson during his pregnancy. He wants it, but he doesn't know how to ask for attention and every single one of their interactions ends in a fight.

The poor poor Queen going into labour all alone and stumbling outside trying to find help but he is simply ignored. He tries to shuffle in direction of the throne room to find jenson, the only person feeling remotely safe in the castle. Maybe he is even worried Jenson won't help him? Because he has been so rude to him! But he hopes Jenson will help for the pup's sake at least.

Jenson being shocked to see Nico so small and vulnerable, only in a simple slip dress and barefoot, shivering from the cold and pain and desperately holding his arms out to jenson while looking like he is sure Jenson will refuse to help him too. Jenson instantly lifting him up, cradling him close and soothing him while rushing back to their chambers. Nico just begging Jenson not to abandon him and saying he is so so sorry! Jenson staying with Nico and holding his hand and being so confused whencthe physicians just won't show up, until he realises his staff is refusing to help his queen.

Doctor seb coming up from the town and he is such a calming presence to Nico! Jenson reluctantly heading to the door because husbands are usually not allowed to stay, it isn't proper, but Seb has him stay because Nico desperately needs him ans Seb needs help as there is no one else wanting to help out.

Plss nico being restless and moving a lot and needing to be close to Jenson so bad! He is so relieved Seb let's him follow his instinct and do what he wants ans Nico gives birth to the little Prince on his knees, with his face buried in Jenson's shoulder and his Alpha's arms so comforting around him!

#asks #kings au

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quodekash · 1 year

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its friday night/saturday morning, you know the drill

im sorry

pls gimme more threezo today

i love him and his fluffy curly hair so so so much

MY BOYS

pls tell me what happened to zo

HIM AND HIS WORRIED BOYFRIEND FACE GHRBGHJR

he just wants him to be okay 🥺😭

HE SAID IT

im crying

why do these two have to make me FEEL things?

somehow in my head i read “hes mad as a hatter” in the voice of a little british lad and its very amusing to me and now you know

specifically a little british lad from an old movie where the audio is all crackly and too loud

LOOK AT THE MAN’S HAIR

no i will not shut up about his hair

bro you are not subtle

MY BOY

i know i just watched 1000stars like three days ago, but it always makes me so happy whenever his incredibly but beautifully thick eyebrows appear on my screen.

im just realising how weird that sound

i meant his eyebrows along with the rest of his face

the existence of drake sattabut laedeke makes me happy

thats what i was trying to say

ooo yes i was hoping for more detail on jack’s depression. he really intrigues me as a character

me every day

hell yeah, consent is key, folks

the mattress is on an angle

thats really bugging me

can someone fix that please

surely thats some kind of safety hazard

why doesnt the mattress fit the bed frame

why isnt there some way to keep the mattress in place

what if youre a restless sleeper and you toss and turn and you fall off the bed and you knock your head on it?

if you knock it hard enough you could get a concussion

concussions arent good

they can lead to a lot of bad consequences

people should think more about concussions and concussion consequences when they design beds

concussion consequences is fun to say

concussion consequences concussion consequences concussion consequences, say it 5 times fast

oh yeah that’s right, theyre kissing

i got distracted by the mattress

the group is together!! :DD

i love their group dynamics

but most importantly

THREEZO

i am no longer enjoying the group dynamics

why do they have to fightttt

(i lied, im still enjoying the group dynamics. in fights, people are hurtful but truthful, so fights give a huge insight into the characters which is wonderful for analysis and picking the character apart)

this is the second episode in a row that three has lost his temper on the others a little bit and left the room at the end and zo has said ‘ill check on him’ and followed after him

anyway i love zo for it

he is good boyfriend

he is good friend

he is... hungry i think

^D^

i freaking love this man

bro their relationship is so freaking healthy

zo asks for permission to enter the room

he ignores the response, but only to keep him company. and i suspect that he knows him really well and knows that three should have someone with him, just to be there with him and help him relax

and he tries to bring three’s attention from the thoughts swirling around his mind and onto his physical presence, and three gets a little angry

but he communicates with zo, he tells him that he will answer questions, just not at that moment. he’s telling him that he’s willing to talk and communicate, but he needs time to understand so that he can explain his thoughts and feelings coherently. and he doesnt push zo away, either physically or verbally, so he tells him without words that he appreciates his presence, and he’s glad to have him there. he just cant really verbally communicate what’s going on right now, and that’s okay!

and then zo speaks to him. he gives him words of comfort, affirmation, support. he also provides the perspective of the others, a snippet of an insight into life outside of his own mind. “we all really did our best.”

“just because we lost once doesnt mean we will lose forever” ITS SO COMFORTING AND PERFECT how does he always seem to know the right thing to say

PLEASE THEYRE TOO CUTE

...

you know what im thinking

the msp brainrot is too strong

YIM SE YIM SE YIM SE

NGOW NGOW

anyway

VRJHDF HE SAID IT AGAINNNNN

i couldve gone more in depth about why theyre perfect but it’s 1am and im tired so i wont

“your hug can actually kill me. but im willing to die in your arms, zo” YOURE KIDDING. IT’S TOO CUTE. THEYRE TOO CUTE. THEYRE DESTROYING ME. AAAAAAAAAA VJRENJKR

I KNEW SHE KNEW

SOMEONE HAD TO KNOW AND THAT SOMEONE HAD TO BE AOI

reminding me of tinn’s little head scratch and “what just happened” in episode 4 after he accidentally made sound join the music club via hatred of him

oh hell yes, obligatory beach episode next week

the obligatory beach episode almost always ends up as my favourite episode

OMG THREEZO AT THE BEACH

I CANT WAIT

FINAL THOUGHTS:

im really glad cher and gun have finally figured out their relationship

i need to go to sleep

threezo are the greatest

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onlyjaeyun · 15 days

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girlll, what is up with anons these days???? i think i missed some episodes😀

leave poor girl alone, she has a life outside of tumblr, but even if that wasn’t the case, it’s zadie’s blog, she’s gonna do and post whatever she wants!!

anyways, i hope you don’t mind those mean comments too much, i can assure you that people who love and support you are so so many, you don’t even have to worry about them

i get that it can be hurtful a lot of times, but pls just try to ignore them, those people feel more powerful the more attention they get, you don’t have to give them the satisfaction

enough of them,, how are you doing zadie??? i really hope you’ve been doing well, i miss you so so much and will be patiently waiting for the next smau

stay healthy, i love you!!💓 -natalia

you guys are the sweetest and i hope you know just how much i love and appreciate you my sweet natalia 🥺🤍 thank you so so so much for your kind words and the reasurrance ☁️🤍

i've been doing okay, a little exhausted and the weather's literally still so cold its throwing me off so bad 😫😫

i hope youre doing well baby, sending you kisses!!!!🤍

#; mailbox 📬

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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also — me again from the jealous reader ask ( ik back already??) 😭😭the idea of the heeleads dealing with my attitude makes me so delulu 🤭 I love that even though they’re “taming” they still give soft reassurances too 🥹🥹 heebros especiwlly have me going 😵‍💫

bc i can totally see reader stomping off to their room, so they both follow 🤧 and heejeong my love is trying to sweet talk reader like “don’t be like that baby girl” but reader is still being all petty and ignoring him 🤭 and heeseung my baeeee being all like eyebrow raised arms crossed at the door, like “you still want go on?” 😵‍💫 until she says smth like “why don’t you just talk to that girl and leave me alone” and that’s when they’re both like “you’re going to regret that” and just pounce 😫😍🔥🔥🔥

can you tell i love heebros a little too much - like oh em gee we just are so crazily obsessed about each other we must be a match in heaven 🤪🤭

also i might as well be an anon considering how much imma be dropping in — could you pls choose an emoji for me ?? 🥺🫶

heebros...yo...the heebros are just....they are wild. its like...its bad enough if you have one guy insanely and madly obsessed with you...but two? lol poor girl, you getting worn out...although i dont think you mind ;)

yeah heejeong, being the older out of the two, he's usually trying to be more rational and calm, whereas heeseung is the more triggered one. heejeong be trying to reason wiht you by telling you you have nothing ot be jealous about, while heeseung be standing and leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. yet if you were relentless with your attitude, heeseung be like "thats it. come here, you bad girl." and will start to tear your clothes (literally) ripping them off while heejeong be like "try to tell you....guess you like learning things the hard way." and before you know it.....you're sandwiched in between the two. lets just say, the next morning, you'll be too sore, they'll look at you and be like "awww...well if you weren't such a brat we wouldn't have gone too hard." and heeseung would be like "i'll call your work and tell them you're not coming in today." kissing you on the cheek before getting out of bed. Heejeong will kiss your other cheek and be like "i'll go make you some tea and bring up some tarts."

like they can be so sweet.....just their punishments or manner in teaching you lessons is so brutal lol.

lets seee...for emoji's....hmmm.....because of your love for heebros, their nickname for y/n is minx, which is generally a term to describe a cunning and flirtatious woman, so the closest emoji that reminds me of the minx nickname is the lip emoji. 💋 you wanna be the kissy emoji? lol i feel like heebros would use that alot with y/n bc they LOVE your kisses.

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It's ♡♡♡ anon, and I'm beyond stressed. I have dental surgery tomorrow (and I have a phobia of the dentist because of a few bad experiences where no one believed me when I said local anesthetic doesn't work on me :/// ) where I'll be fully sedated. I don't suppose you'd be willing to share any fluffy/adoring brutim snippets you've been planning/or thinking about? 🥺🥺🥺

Ooh, btw do you know DexDefyingStunts on AO3? I was rereading their soft and sweet series and like. I desperately need your thoughts on that, and maybe how delightful it would be to have canon bats in that AU in a dimension travel situation (since you love that trope too). Just the BadWrongSick sensation the canon bats have in that 'verse against the public acceptance of sex and how fully integrated it is in the world and public compared to their home reality where sex and anything pertaining to it mostly taboo outside of private situations. Also I just love image of soft batdad gently finger fucking his darling son Tim right infront of his alternate dimension guests and the utter horror and clash of what is effectively alien biology. Sorry, I'm just stressed, pls ignore me if this isn't something you've read/are into.

Cheers, ♡♡♡

oh im sorry anon! i know exactly how you feel with dentists and i do have a few things!!

i can offer some snippets of a more lighthearted and comedic brutim i have planned! hopefully you enjoy them!

but aside from that i do have some burgeoning ideas for brutim like how even before they get together, tim served as bruce's "voice" in a sense. as brucie bruce can't really speak his mind so tim does it for him <3. rejecting more alcoholic drinks because he's had enough. another thing is when they go out to a new restaurant and he orders for bruce because he has a habit of ordering things he thinks sound good but he won't like (so tim goes a few days early to try everything and scope out what bruce will enjoy).

tim just being overall very thoughtful and mindful towards bruce and his comfort which is what catches bruce's attention. tim knows that when bruce is in a slump or unhappy, or angry he can't make him feel less of those things so instead he does his best to make sure that bruce is at ease so he can work through those feelings.

tim just being the most considerate person in bruce's life and bruce falling for it ❤️❤️❤️❤️

and YES!! im a HUGE fan of dexdefyingstunts their tim fics are absolutely IMPECCABLE!!!!! and their soft and sweet series!!!!! just the overall tenderness present within a universe where its normalized for omegas to be “taken care of” by their packs! like its the perfect balance between gentle love and explicitness!! you can see in their actions and words that the alphas just want to help out their lovely little omegas that can’t help their biology <333!

BUT then adding in dimension travel!!!!! oh i cannot stress how much i LOVE that trope!!!! the canon bats and their purely platonic or familial dynamics being confronted with this- like to them so many things would be wrong, to them it’s be like ‘oh this is like a BAD universe, we’re not evil but everything else is just pretty shitty’. i love the contrast and drama brought about by their discomfort and how everything they stand for and believe says they need to put a stop to this, they need to save who they think are the victims. but this isn’t their universe and the general rule set up by the justice league is that unless another universe is an active threat to their own, it’s best if things be left alone.

but they’re still not happy because the canon bats are now sitting in a world so much like their own but with some pretty significant biological and societal differences. anything related to sex is hidden away and private

“so it’s shameful to you” they ask. a version of tim is in front of them so soft, so...young. they’re desperatly trying to ignore how they can see the red seam of his pussy where fingers are stuffed inside. the batman from this universe is casually speaking to them while his lap is occupied by a red-faced and panting tim. there is no indication that the action is forced.

if it was there’s not a single bat that would’ve stayed still but they don’t want another incident like what occurred when they first arrived.

the sight of tim laid on on the mats, pants completely gone leaving him naked below as this bruce stuffed another finger into him, garnering a fresh flow of tears from his crying face.

to them it’d been clear what was happening. they reacted as they would’ve to the sight of an adult hovering over a child and touching them in an inappropriate manner.

“inappropriate?” this batman asks. “how is it inappropriate to alleviate a young omega’s suffering? do you know the health risks of an omega going their entire childhood without this kind of assistance? it could cause delays in puberty, contribute to an increased chance for depression and anxiety-”

realistically this batman could be lying. he could be just a perverse man who’s twisted this tim’s mind to believe that he needs this. he could be trying to twist their minds to make them think it’s alright.

even while researching this universe they find information that corroborates this batman’s words. their are medical and pediatric journals published about what this batman is doing.

they try to argue, point out facts about tim’s age, about how even in this universe his brain isn’t finished developing until he’s in his early 20s. there’s no way he’s mature enough to understand this. but this tim protests, saying he’s plenty mature and he can make as many choices as any omega!

it’s uncomfortable for them, not just because of the actions but because that’s their faces.

how can dick ever look at tim and bruce together again and not think of the sight of bruce fingerbanging tim who looked all of 13 years old.

bruce is also uncomfortable but for different reasons. he’s met other versions of himself. good, evil, neither, and something in between. bruce knows that just because he became a different person in another universe, it doesn’t necessarily indicate anything about him or his life.

but this batman...he can see the tenderness. the love in his eyes when he kisses his tim (on the mouth). there’s a gentle, parental air about him that contrasts so sharply with the image projected in front of them.

they’re all uncomfortable, the sight and being in that universe just messes with their heads.

tim, surprisingly, takes it the easiest. he can always reason himself into accepting anything. dick questions him on it when they’re back because they all see how bruce hasn’t made much of an effort to touch tim since they returned. no pats on the back no, small smiles. just an odd distance between them. it makes tim sad but he gets it, he tells as much to dick who’s still trying to process it all.

“aren’t you weirded out?” dick asks. “i mean that universe was kind of...intense.”

that’s a nice way of putting it. immediately after they returned they each drifted to their own corner of the manor and didn’t even look at each other until dinner.

but tim just shakes his head.

“my parents were anthropologists, dick.”

tim’s mom and dad always liked collecting artifacts more than they liked business meetings. it was their passion and when they were home they’d show tim some new piece they were adding to their collection. they liked to talk about it at the dinner table so tim picked up on those conversations.

“there’s this thing in anthropology when you’re studying a different culture, community that sort of thing. when you’re doing that you run the risk of finding something that clashes with what has been established in your culture as moral.”

adults fucking children, touching them intimately. it’s all around pretty firmly established as something very bad. yet in that universe, it was fine. encouraged even.

but it’s still immoral.

by their standards.

“when observing other cultures you can only determine or call something immoral so long as that society enforces that it’s unacceptable. if they don’t...well...”

tim remembers being nine years old and listening to his dad talk about the sambia of papa new guinea where boys his age are taken from their mothers and enter initiations to become men. initiations that could have people clutching their pearls and gasping at how “savage” they are.

“there are things in our world that are probably seen as immoral and grotesque not just by western sensibilities and standards but for other universes too.”

dick’s forehead is still creased, he’s biting his bottom lip. tim tells him about young boys who live in a culture that believes that to become a man you must undergo certain rites. rites like performing fellatio on older men in their tribe and being encouraged to drink the semen as often as possible in order to be virile. he tells about how anthropologists like his parents studied and asked the boys about what the most terrifying part of the rites were, and those boys who they expected to say some variation related to the sexual abuse- they said it was being ripped from the arms of their mother.

to those boys, to those men, to that tribe, and in that culture. there was nothing sexual about the act. it was not an act of pleasure but one of duty.

that baman. that tim drake.

it was simply a father caring for his beloved little child

“i do get it dick. those were our faces, that was us in another life but....but it’s not like we were the ones doing it.”

rather, shouldn’t they be happy to know that the tim from that universe was so clearly cared for and loved?

dick’s expression wasn’t satisfied, his eyes kept darting. and tim saw the brief flash on his face of disbelief.

tim decided to just leave it at that.

it’s not that dick was close minded. tim knew that but still...

sometimes he thought of that tim. thought of his blushy cheeks and his sweet smiles and how he clung to that bruce and that bruce clung to him back.

he thought of himself at that age. just as small but three times as desperate for his parent’s love.

it was weird. tim knew that but still...they seemed happy.

and didn’t that matter so much more?

Good Luck on your dental surgery anon!! much love and i hope your recovery goes well❤️❤️❤️❤️

Below is some snippets from a WIP called like a virgin (touched for the very first time)

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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