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axigailxo · 2 years

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sooo there’s a major hurricane in my area and i’m most likely going to lose power any second SO NO I HAVEN’T PURPOSELY BEEN INACTIVE!! lol i’m trying not to touch my phone as much to reserve it’s battery :) and i also dk how long it’ll last bc the last hurricane-caused power outage in my area lasted literal ages like 10 days+ BUT LETS HOPE THIS ONES NOT LIKE THAT

(i live in florida btw so the weather is shit like that 😭)

#axigailxo rambles #am i still gonna draft chap 7 in my notes or even on paper like the olden days??? yes. yes i am.#btw it’s hurricane ian for those of u wondering #time to draft endless amounts of smutty ass one shots abt losing power w a bts member KFJAKFJSJD #k bye luv u all

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qtkoshi · 11 months

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Maybe gn!Reader and Hobie adopt a kitten and the other three (Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles) come to see the kitten? Maybe a orange kitten gn!Reader wanted to name Spunk or Spike while Hobie gave them a spike collar? Would be cute lol

i luv ur brain anon

"you got....a kitten?"

- ok ok idk if this is what u meant, but u can feel free to run this with the bubblegum reader + hobie bc i think it fits alright :-) - also get a little deep with describing relationship,, but it’s necessary for the plot ! (...) - also!!! tysm for the requests; i am very excited to get into them, but will prob wait till tmrw to release bc it is my birthday today <3 much love to you all

──★ ˙ ̟ to the stars ！

general headcannons

alright first of all: hobie with a kitten? i’m in tears.

i love the hc that hobie has a soft spot for cats and the fact that y’all got one together? bye.

NAPS WITH THE KITTEN JUST NESTLED BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU

this cat is gonna be SPOILED in attention i tell u rn

hobie isn’t as obvious ab it as u, but the amount of times u see him chilling with the cat just perched on his shoulder?? (why are u taking the baby swinging across the city hobie; wait a min now–)

how u got him

imagine this: ur walking past an alley and hear this small little meow; after further investigation you find this tuft of orange fur crying outside the dumpster and

now u gotta take it in what r u talking about!!

bringing him home immediately ; hobie's spidey senses prob picked up the cat's presence before you got in the door.

'baby what's that.' 'c'mon spiderman we got saving to do'

man can't even argue with you

hobie not naming the cat himself bc he doesn’t wanna enforce socio-constructed labels on an unsuspecting creature that can’t consent

u can tho.

and while you very much want to, you tell hobie you gotta think on it for a bit – it has to fit just right!! (tbh he rlly doesn’t mind the cat being nameless, but he’s kinda whipped and will kinda go with what u want if it helps give that pretty lil smile to him again)

spider-squad finding out ab him

the besties r wrapping up something with a fight and hobie’s all k gotta leave and check on the cat and the rest are like ?????

pav absolutely floored bc how dare did u not mention this sooner hobie

'so you lot wanna come see him?' (inter-dimensional travel ensues) – also never gonna complain ab coming to hobie’s house they all think his place is dope

i’m sure we all know orange cats are fucking crazy and that does not exclude the little gremlin jumping off the walls of your flat rn

hobie ofc is smirking bc his son the cat is a little agent of chaos and he couldn’t be more proud

you, on the other hand, are just a little tired trying to get the fucker to stay still for a second so u can put on the damn flea medicine

everybody loves him are u kidding (miles a little hesitant tho, he still has beef with the last spiderman-variant cat he met :/ )

“so whats its name?” miles was watching with wary eyes as the little ball of fur darted around. with a heavy (and definitely not dramatic) sigh, you walk over to the group “still haven’t picked. we just found him yesterday.”

luv the idea of hobie looking at u anytime ur in the room (stay with me now) — can’t help it u just grab all his attention, maybe stop being so lovely idk

speaking of your relationship: he has spent years battering against everything life throws at him that having your love in the palm of his hands? something to protect not in the way he does as a hero, but in the way to cherish as a person?? give the man a break, he deserves to admire you whenever he can.

anyways hobie’s looking at you before going ‘oh yea’, just grunts and pulls out this little collar with little spikes and their matching and oh my that is so cute

says he found it in some garbage, most def made the collar with some scraps like he did his own (gotta keep it cool yk)

you giddy and putting the collar on the little heathen and just all ‘omg wait a min’

promptly lifting the cat up and “THIS IS SPIKE.”

cue golf claps from the squad with some ooo’s and aah’s

more gen headcannons

remember when hobie and the cat were swinging around the city? yea he's taking that mf everywhere. puts him in his pocket like a little surprise

hobie loves to play fight with the cat

spike is the perfect mix; got hobie’s energy and your brightness it’s a win-win

i could write more but i'll stop here for now 🕸️

⊗

#hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk x reader #hobart brown x reader #hobie۫ ִ✮#this was so cute hehe #thank you anon #!!!!!

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earthtooz · 1 year

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cw: fluff with minimal angst, reader and tsumu had an argument, msby4 is there, food mentions, probably bad writing like i just wrote this but i can't remember what i actually wrote which is a little alarming..., unedited and not proofread :,)

<bokuto3: hi it's atsumu

<bokuto3: WHY DOES BOKKUN HAVE YOUR CONTACT AS '<y/n3'?????? OUTRAGEOUS.

<bokuto3: anyways hi it's atsumu

<bokuto3: i miss u :( pls unblock me asap i'm sorry baby please i really am

<bokuto3: please don't be mad at me i thikn i'm lodsing my mind

<bokuto3: call me back. or text me back. unbloc k my email too thanx

<bokuto3: okay bye i luv u to the moon and back

<bokuto3: i'd do anything for u baby pls jyst talk to me again and i'd even swallow hot coals if you asked pls pls pls

<bokuto3: i love you

you: give bokuto his phone back. get back to practice. bye.

<bokuto3: LOVE OF MY LIFE

<bokuto3: NO Y/N PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH DON'T GO

you pocket your phone with a sigh, ignoring the way it continually buzzes with with messages and spam texts, probably just of atsumu professing his undying love for you and grovelling. pretty standard of him after an argument so intense that you had to walk out on before things escalated to places you would regret.

you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.

in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.

really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.

then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.

it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.

so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.

something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?

you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.

glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.

picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.

"atsumu for the love of-"

you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.

"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?

"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.

bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:

"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.

"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."

"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.

"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.

"someone's probably said it."

"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"

the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.

"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."

"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"

"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"

"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."

the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"

"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"

"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"

the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.

"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"

it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?

hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."

"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"

"apart from my dashing good looks?"

"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.

"omi-omi you're so mean!"

you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.

that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.

it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.

then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.

instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.

as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.

and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.

to love you for who you are.

"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."

you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"

"only if it's your favourite."

"okay, sap. let's go then."

you think you hear atsumu whisper a 'thank you for letting me love you' before pulling him away.

#i wrote this while fighting for my life evidently #enjoy/?? i think???? idrk...#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #atsumu x you #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq memes #hq drabble #atsumu fluff

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chryblossomjjk · 2 years

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imagine | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: model!jk x reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | established relationship, smut, fluff

⇢ WC: 7.5k

⇢ WARNINGS: literally everything don’t read this lol. dom jk, bratty sub reader, mentions of relationship issues, alcohol use, degrading, titty sucking, spanking, gentle face smacking w hand and penis, rough sex turned to luv making, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, spitting, brief pussy eating and (here’s the kicker) ass licking, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (don’t u dare), creampie, snot play (kidding ew kook just wipes reader’s nose they’re in love shh), hotel bathroom sex lets goooo! jk is mean but loves reader so so much, sappy and corny at points

⇢ SUMMARY: jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind.

⇢ NOTES: this is my first time writing fanfic so please be gentle with me. i know the smut is not the best. i really struggled with it, definitely not a natural when it comes to writing sexi time. i kinda love every other part of this BUT the smut which sucks because it's like… 70% smut. i tried my best yall. hopefully it will get better with time! feedback is very much appreciated. i hope you enjoy it i love u bye!!

“I can’t believe she’s still with this fucking guy. He’s such a prick…” Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head a little before shoveling another bite of pad thai into his mouth.

God, he was beautiful. His skin was pink and dewy, eyes glistening as he focused on the k-drama you had been begging him to watch with you all week. Ironically, he was more into it than you were. The show playing on your laptop, which you had very cleverly propped up on the toilet in front of you, only acting as background noise for the true entertainment of the night. Him.

You felt a wave of warmth rush over you as you watched him. That sticky sweet feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, inside and out. The shimmery water surrounding you, adorn with bubbles and rose petals, was warm and floral scented. The dim light from the candles you had set up gave the hotel bathroom a warm, saturated glow. The takeout he ordered was still hot on the bamboo tray between the two of you. His fingers, wrapped around a pair of chopsticks as he ate the leftovers from your plate, were painted a fiery shade of red.

You smiled to yourself, remembering how easy it had been to manipulate him into getting a manicure with you. “I find it sooo sexy when guys paint their nails,” you had told him on a summer day last week, swirling your tongue around a popsicle before suckling on the tip, looking him dead in the eyes. The very next morning he scheduled a dual appointment at your favorite salon.

Everything felt warm and comfortable.

Feeling you watching him, Jungkook turns his attention to you. The damp ends of his blonde hair were frizzy, sticking out awkwardly around his head like a misshapen halo. He squints his doe eyes when they meet yours. There was eyeliner smudged around the outer corners, leftover from the shoot earlier in the day. He was a mess, but he never looked more angelic.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says playfully through a mouthful of noodles. It was an obnoxious habit. Disgusting when others did it, but somehow adorable when he did. “I thought you wanted to watch this.”

“I thought you didn’t, but I’ve seen you tear up at least three times and we’re only on the fourth episode. You’re far too invested, Koo.”

“I am not,” he whines, “and they added too much cilantro, it’s making my eyes water.”

You giggle and reach your foot out, softly kicking his leg underneath the water. He levels you with a faux sniffle and pout, before reaching his tattooed arm out of the bath and grabbing the bottle of red wine on the floor next to him. He had room service deliver it while you were running the bath, knowing you would complain about the price. Even after all these years together, even though he was more than financially capable of doing so, you still felt uncomfortable with him spending money on you. That never seemed to stop him though.

“Here baby, have some more wine,” he coos, pouring the crimson liquid into your glass, filling up his own, and then placing the bottle back in its spot on the ground. His eyes crinkle again as he takes you in. This time it isn’t out of annoyance. It’s one of those smiles that reaches his pupils before it trickles down the rest of his face. “You look so beautiful right now.”

Your hair is in a messy bun. You have no makeup on. You trail your gaze down to your bare breasts, nipples poking out from behind the bubbles. “You’re only saying that because my tits are out.”

He looks down at your chest and hums in agreement, not inconspicuous in the slightest...

You tut your tongue, motioning towards his torso. “I don’t know, your tits are bigger than mine these days.” It was a stretch. But not by much. He had been spending a lot more time at the gym recently, trying to grow his frame in preparation for the more provocative jobs he’s been landing.

Jungkook wasn’t going to let that slide, quickly reaching over and pinching a nipple in retaliation. The audacity. The offending hand retreats before you can swat it away.

“Ow!” You wince, jutting your bottom lip out very dramatically in an attempt to make him feel bad. He didn’t, the little brat. The faint stinging in your poor nipple was nothing compared to what your body normally endured after a night in the sheets with him. It was all welcome though. You both loved to indulge in that side of him once in a while.

He lets out one of those high pitched laughs. The one he makes after does something naughty. More of a squeal than anything else. Your favorite. So cute that you can’t bring yourself to scold him further when he spills a little wine into the bathtub.

“Don’t be a brat. Tonight is not the night.”

Hm. Touché.

As much as you would love to keep going, riling him up to the point where he couldn’t help destroy you, you decide against it… for now, atleast. You know he’s tired. This morning, his angry grumbling and fussing with the covers stirred you awake before sunrise. His photoshoot lasted longer than projected, showing up to your hotel room two hours late with a panicked look on his face. He loved his job, but it undoubtedly took a toll on him.

“I’ll be good. See?” You raise your glass, clinking it with his. “To us!”

“To us,” he agrees sternly, plump lips pulling into a grin as he nods his head with purpose. “Happy anniversary, my love.”

Just like that, it’s been four years. Four years of you. Four years with him.

You can’t help but reflect on your relationship as you sip the alcohol. It burns as it goes down your throat, but tastes so divine when it hits your tongue. Duality.

Although pure and true, your relationship with Jungkook has been far from perfect. The beginning was rocky. You had just started college and were in shambles, uncertain of what you wanted for your future. You weren’t ready for a relationship; too insecure to let him into your heart. Jungkook’s heart had always been big and accessible, however, his ego was even bigger. It came with the territory. He was just breaking into the modeling industry when you first met. He always felt like he had to prove something to the world. A bit arrogant even. These distinct differences between the two of you ignited explosive arguments, leaving you both burned and in tears.

However, even in the darkness of night there is the promise of daylight. And even when the sun sets again in the evening, it leaves behind a paradise of colors, making it known that it will come back in the morning. Underneath all the fire, was a spark. At the end of the day, despite all the bullshit, you loved each other deeply. Eventually, you learned how to manage the differences. You communicated so effectively that you had grown to love those previously unbearable qualities in one another. The relationship aged like fine wine. The flames were no longer scorching, just warm and comfortable.

Here you are, four years later. Spending your anniversary in a bathroom, with subpar takeout, because simply being together was a celebration enough.

“Well, well, well, look who's crying now. Big baby.”

You hadn’t realized you were tearing up. You say nothing.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” His tone takes a drastic turn when he notices the shift in your mood.

“Nothing, I just love you so much.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, doe eyes larger than normal, expression unreadable. He lifted the tray out of the bath before reaching over and pausing the show playing on your laptop. Wet hand and all. You would’ve yelled at him if you weren’t so emotional.

“Come here,” he whispers. Long fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you forward until you’re positioned in his lap. Straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck on instinct.

“I’m sorry I was late today… and I’m sorry I missed your graduation.”

You’re taken back, not really sure of what to make of his seemingly random confession. Jungkook had been invited to New York for a designer brand showcase a month prior. Easily the biggest break in his career thus far. Unfortunately, the dates overlapped with your graduation ceremony. Of course, you had been bummed out, but you would never deprive him of something that monumental. Later that night, you came home to a note on your doorstep and an apartment full of roses.

Little did you know, that very same night, Jungkook had snuck off into the bathroom during the afterparty. A picture of you in your cap and gown that your mother texted him had his vision blurry. He contemplated jumping on the next flight home. He never told you about that though.

“Koo, I understand. Your job is important to-”

“You’re important too, though. The most important.” His arms snaked their way around your waist, constricting you to his body. Face to face. Chest to chest. Nipples to nipples.

“I’m just… I’m so proud of you.” Soft, velvet, palms rub down your back, squeezing when they reach your ass. It was an innocent gesture. He was trying to reassure you. But all you could focus on was how good it felt to be touched by him.

“I love you, you know that?”

You peep a halfhearted ‘mhm’, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The blonde really suited him. He looked so sexy. You wanted to devour him.

“I wasn’t there for you like I should’ve been in the beginning, so I really try to be there now.” The emotion behind his words was evident. Him dismissing your achievements had been a major point of contention in the early days. He’s changed a lot since then. You want to comfort him, tell him he shouldn’t feel guilty, but the way he shifts in his spot makes his pelvis rub right against your core.

The teenest tiniest moan slips past your lips.

“__, are you even listening to me?”

If you said yes, it would be a lie. His words were like the abandoned k-drama, white noise. You slide your hands to his cheeks, pressing your forehead against him, inhaling his scent. Overwhelmed by him. Maybe it was because you haven’t had sex in over a week, which was almost unheard of in your relationship. Maybe it was because you’ve never felt more loved and validated by anyone like you did him. Whatever it was, it was turning you on. Fast.

“I am baby, I just want-”

“You want what?”

“I want you.”

“Me?” His warm breath fans across your face. When he speaks, it comes out low, deep, and methodical. He licks his lips, making them glowly and pink. The tip of his tongue dragging against your own. His red nails now digging into your skin. Pupils morphing into a deep black. Pure lust. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

You feel a hard smack against your ass, water splashing over the edge of the tub upon impact. You wince, knowing that tomorrow you will have a Jungkook-shaped sore spot on your bottom. You’re in for it now. The anticipation leaves you dripping.

“I told you, not tonight,” Jungkook growls, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. “Why don’t you ever listen, huh?”

Another spank. This time even harder. It makes you grip onto his hair, knuckles paling.

“Why can’t you be good? It’s our anniversary. I wanted to be sweet with you.” He sinks his teeth into your neck, biting down and then sucking. He spanks you again, making you hold onto the edge of the tub to stop yourself from jerking forward. “Now I have to punish you.”

“I like you like this though.” You can’t help the neediness and desperation that’s laced through your voice.

“Of course you do,” he chuckles, sinfully licking over the mark he created. “You’re so dumb. Such a slut. I can’t even talk to you without you getting horny.”

“That’s not true,” you whimper.

“It’s not? Then why are you so wet?” He spreads your cheeks with both hands, middle and ring finger rubbing between your folds, collecting your wetness. He takes a few seconds to barely circle your clit. His touch is light and feathery, teasing. Fuck him and his big hands. He brings them up to your lips, tapping. “Open.”

“But they’re all soapy…”

He hums, knowing you want to be good. He’s willing to compromise. He softly smacks your cheek with an open palm, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side. “What should I do with you then? Hm?”

“I want your fingers,” you say softly, voice coming out muffled from him squeezing your cheeks together.

“Where?”

“Inside of me.”

“Where though?”

You huff and wrap your hand around his wrist and pull him off. Your fingers don’t even touch, tiny in comparison. This was what you wanted, practically begged for. However, it still drove you nuts whenever he made you wait, wanting you to articulate every little detail, get you soaked before he even touched you. “I want them in my pussy… your pussy.” You whimper, guiding his hand down to where you wanted him most. Pressing down, you move his fingers against your clit in tight circles. You moan at the contact. “There.”

He takes the hint, rubbing you just the way you like. Slow and sensual. You can’t help the obscene noise ripping through you.

Jungkook’s fingers dip further down, playing with your entrance, getting them nice and wet, before sneaking in. Moaning loudly, you roll your head back. He always filled you up so good. You can’t help but clench around his fingers, afraid he’ll pull back and leave you stranded.

He curls them, knowing exactly how to touch to have you pooling into his palm. It feels like heaven. Just when you think the gates are opening, his fingers come to a halt.

You shoot him an exasperated look.

“Get yourself off. I know you know how, slut.” Your eyebrows slant and you clench your jaw. He’s a demon. He flashes a crooked bunny smile your way, finding your angry face very adorable. Not intimidating in the slightest. “Go on.”

You place your hands on the sides of the tub, using it as leverage to lift your entire body up. You were going to cum, even if it meant he made you do all the work. Sinking back down, you start fucking yourself on his fingers. Snapping your hips up, before going all the way down to his tattooed knuckles. Your knees digging into the porcelain as you form a steady pace. You know they’re going to hurt afterwards, but it felt too fucking good to stop.

“I told you the manicure was worth it,” you mumble, somehow finding the strength to sass him. It was all part of the game. He loved the fight for dominance, even though you both knew it was something you relinquished willingly.

If asked what his favorite thing about you was, Jungkook would say your witt. He loved when you smart-mouthed him, put him in his place. You could feel his cock plumping at your words, rubbing between your cheeks with every rut of your hips.

“Shut up.” He scoots himself further down until he’s leveled with your bouncing chest, careful not to disrupt your movements. He teases your nipple with the tip of his tongue before catching it into his mouth.

“Fuck, I love it,” you whisper, transitioning to a grind. One of your hands cups the back of his head, holding him close. Your hips rotate, mirroring the swirling of his tongue. Your clit was rubbing against the plush skin of his palm.

The rosy pink bath water ripples, overflowing and splashing. You didn’t care about the mess on the bathroom floor, not when the mess between your thighs was more important.

He moans against you, sending a vibration through your sensitive, overworked, nipple. He takes the hardened bud between his teeth, tugging gently and then moving onto the other.

He starts curling his clean cut fingers with every drag of your leaking cunt, stroking your g-spot expertly, giving you more stimulation. Overstimulating you. “Please, Koo…”

“Already?”

You nod frantically. All the years spent above you, behind you, and below you made him well aware of your signs. He knew you were close. “I want you to cum. Fuck, you’re so wet,” he sighs, just as desperate as you, turned on by your pleasure. Lips still wrapped around your nipple. It makes your clit throb.

He abruptly starts thrusting his fingers into you. Your hips still as you lean your entire weight on him, bracing yourself as you reach the point of no return. He makes you cry for the second time when your orgasm hits, leaving you gasping into his ear. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably. His fingers slow, curling deliciously until he milks out every bit of your orgasm.

You turn onto your side and bury your head into his shoulder as you come down from your high. He leans his cheek against your forehead, rubbing small circles against your lower back. Completely ignoring the flushed, angry cock resting against his lower stomach. Your sweet boy. So sweet that you just couldn’t get enough.

His rough persona was already starting to fade. Not on your watch.

You look down, eyeing his pretty pink tip through the bubbles. Pinker than the water. He has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen. It makes you salivate.

You trail your manicured nails down his chest, circling his nipple, running over his solid abdomen, and down to his cock. You rub your index finger against the slit and then stroke his head with your fingertip. “I know you’re tired but… I want more. Wanna lick it.”

He huffs out a laugh and then pecks on the top of your head. He wonders how you could be so cute, yet so naughty and dirty? You feel a tap against your ass, signaling for you to get off of him.

You wide-eye him when he stands. Droplets of water were running down his body. One gets caught in the dip of his v-line, trickling until it becomes lost in the dark patch of trimmed hair above his shaft. His thick, toned legs flexing as he steps out of the tub. You’re convinced that no matter how much time passes, you’ll still find him breathtaking.

He mumbles a little ‘be careful’ when he helps you up, watching your feet to make sure they don’t slip. Always looking out for you in small ways. It was a subconscious trait he developed as he grew to love you more than anything or anyone. He tugs you close, looking at you with so much love in his eyes. You crane your neck up, pressing your lips against his. Nothing crazy or sloppy, just a kiss. Kissing Jungkook felt like it always did, warm and comfortable.

“Alright, knees. Now.”

Asshole.

Interrupting your thoughts, yet again. You frown and look at the tile. The wet tile might you add. “But my knees-”

He grabs your hair, wrapping it around his fist and using it to force you down to your knees. The floor feels gross and cold against your shins.

“You do what I tell you, got it?” From your angle, he looks menacing. He’s peering down at you over that big nose, chest puffed out and red from exertion. The veins in his arm popping out under his inked skin as he held you with an iron grip. You have half a mind to cancel his gym membership.

His big, leaking, cock is standing right in front of you. It was almost intimidating.

You answer him with the most miniscule nod.

“Use your words.”

“I’ll listen.”

“Look at me when you talk to me.” He doesn't even give you the chance to react, yanking your hair until your face is tilted upwards.

“I’ll listen,” you peep.

“I go away for a week and you forget everything I taught you? Do I have to train you all over again?” He questions, mocking you.

“Yes, please. I don’t seem to remember,” you challenge, blinking up at him innocently, but so deviously.

“Open,” he commands. You listen, opening wide and sticking your tongue out. He bends at the waist, letting a glob of spit fall from his puckered lips and into your mouth. You swallow immediately, knowing what to do. Obviously well informed of the rules despite your protests.

“Good girl.” Releasing your hair, he brings his fingers to your lips, recalling your refusal to put them in your mouth earlier. “Again.”

He’s just as devious as you are.

You flick your hair over your shoulders dramatically, hoping he’ll pick up on your annoyance. Squinting in defiance, you take his middle and index finger in your mouth, going all the way down to his knuckles, biting a little. You slide your tongue between them, letting them hit the back of your throat before pulling away. They do taste a bit soapy, but you suppose a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

He shoves them back in before you move away entirely, making you choke. “I don’t think you’re ready for me. Gotta stretch you out first, don’t I baby?” He scissors his fingers, testing your gag reflex. Taunting you. You inhale and pinch your eyes shut, wanting to prove him wrong. You even bob your head a little, taking them in deeper. He lets out a shaky breath, clearly affected by your actions, exiting your drooling mouth.

Nimble fingers wrap around his cock, using your spit to slick himself up. He squeezes right under the crown. Both of you watch in awe as a drop of precum oozes out. He shuffles closer to you, jaw going slack as he peers down at you. It looks like he’s contemplating something. Whatever it was, he better get going because if you have to wait even lo-

You gasp as his cock swings into your cheek with a loud thud. The heaviness makes you flinch. He pauses, expecting you to reprimand him. He did just smack you with his dick. To his surprise, you don’t say anything. In fact, you appear to be even more turned on than before, fluttering your lashes at him. Asking for more.

He makes a content noise, continuing to tap the tip against your face, watching as a sticky string of precum forms. “God, you’re so whipped baby. Why do you let me treat you like this?”

It was a rhetorical question, but you answer anyway. “Because I love you.”

“You love me?” He smiles, rigid expression softening for a second, pleased with your answer. “You love my dick. It’s all you think about. I bet when I was away you all you did was sit in bed with a wet pussy. Waiting for me to come home and fuck you.”

You can’t help but wonder if that was a freudian slip. If he was still beating himself up for missing out on your graduation, mentioning it with no context or explanation. It makes your heart hurt, but that was a conversation for tomorrow morning. Tonight, you were going to do whatever you could to distract him.

Wetness touches your bottom lip. He rubs the head of his penis against you, smearing precum on your lips. He coos, mocking your compliance and submission. Sexually humiliating you is one of his favorite activities. You let him, even puckering your lips to sneak in a few kisses here and there. The light touches make him groan. “You gonna let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”

“Hm... I dunno.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

No answer.

“Are you going to put it in your mouth or what?” He scoffs, gnawing on his bottom lip. His right brow twitches. His forehead pulls in a bit. The irritated flicks in features already visible.

You shrug nonchalantly. Internally, you were jumping for joy. He’s so fucking easy to manipulate. Right in the palm of your hand like putty, moldable into any shape you want. Any version of him you desire.

His cock is angry too. Flushed and dripping. Needing to be touched. Craving you. Your mouth. Your pussy.

It jumps when you wrap your hand around it. So touch starved. Your pace is devastatingly lethargic, grip loose, not firm the way you know he loves and wants. His foreskin moves with you, rolling back and forth over his begging tip. So needy and wet. You wondered if the people next door could hear the nasty gushy noises his cock made as you jerked it.

You lean forward and lap at his slit. Airy kitten licks that provide barely any sensation to his greedy cock. One after the other. You feel his stare burning into your skin. He’s watching you, nostrils flaring as he grows impatient and agitated. You arch your back, giving him a clear view of your perky ass, before you start shaking and bouncing it. Teasing him.

“Enough, __!” He seethes, fisting your hair and bucking his hips with so much vigor that he stumbles forward. His cock shoves past your lips and down your throat. He catches himself by slamming a hand against the wall-mounted mirror in front of him, leaving a small crack in the middle. The neighbors definitely heard that one, but you were too far gone to care.

The jolt sends you falling back on your butt, landing on the fluffy area rug in front of the sink. Atleast you were comfortable now. You always win one way or another.

Your legs are now laying flat between his, knees knocked together. Trapped between Jungkook and the sleek black wood of the integrated sink behind you. You're pressed against his pelvis, the soft hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nostrils.

Initially, you gag around him. Spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin after a few dauntingly long seconds. Your chest heaves as you struggle to adjust to the sudden intrusion. There’s a natural urge to push him away. Your matching red nails digging into his thighs as you try to shove him off of you.

“You’re okay.” He doesn’t let up. Feet firmly planted on either side of you. “Breathe. You can take it.”

With tears streaming down your cheeks, you inhale and exhale through your nose, regaining your composure. Determined to be good for him.

When he touches you, it’s delicate and gentle, pushing your damp hair back. Fingers working their way through a few tangles. He cups your cheek, brushing away your stray tears. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

You nod, making the tip of his cock rub against the back of your throat. Your mouth is warm and moist, like a sauna that’s sole purpose was to make him nut. The sensation makes him grunt. He brings his opposite hand down, holding your head still before taking a shallow thrust. Only giving you half of his length and then pulling back. Testing the waters.

Glancing up at him with watery eyes, you meet him halfway, hollowing your cheeks. Your throat feels raw but his cock tastes phenomenal. Clean and sugary. Not a day goes by where you don’t thank the stars for blessing you with a man who eats fairly healthy and follows a strict hygiene regimen.

Your nose is running a little. Jungkook notices before you do. His shoulders rise up with laughter, wiping it away with his big thumb. “So gross, baby. So cute.” It was gross, but you weren’t embarrassed, not with him.

Your jaw goes slack as you accept more of his cock, relaxing into the feeling. He picks up the pace, basking in view of his glossy cock dragging against your lips. You’re a vision. So beautiful to him. The disgusting wet noises your throat makes when he pulls away are deafening. He loves the way you gag when he pushes back in.

Jungkook has always been a bit quiet during sex, minus the dirty talk, of course. Never one to make obnoxious, pornographic sounds. He left that to you. You didn’t mind though. You can’t help but hum around him, loud and vulgar, when you hear his low grunts, knowing you’ve earned them.

Your hands rub at his smooth, hairless thighs, feeling the muscles underneath clench and unclench, pulling his skin taut. He made the impromptu decision to get them waxed while his nails were drying under the UV light. ‘For shoots and stuff… It’s in nowadays’ he had snapped at you when you questioned his choice. Your palms make their way behind him, gripping his ass and pulling, wanting more of his cock.

“Mhm, it’s yours, baby. Take it.” He licks his lips and nods, looking at you with hooded lustful eyes, flicking his hair away so he can watch. “Tight little mouth…”

His voice sounded fucked out, so turned on. His head rolls off to the side like he doesn’t have the strength to support it anymore. All of the energy being sucked out of him, literally and figuratively.

His hand cups the back of your head, thrusting every inch of his cock into your mouth. Holding you in place. His nose scrunches up and his brows knit together, cute dimple poking out as he bites the inside of his cheek. You hum, swaying your head from side to side.

“Stop, m’ gonna cum,” he groans, attempting to pull you off. You’re persistent though, clinging onto him, keeping him snug inside of you.

“Ah, no- stop,” he whimpers in a high pitched voice you’ve never heard before. It was so desperate it made you clench around nothing. You feel him twitch in your mouth, hips jerking away like the pleasure is too much. He’s so deep that he can feel your tongue flat against his balls, licking and drooling down them.

You pull off with a pop when you decide he’s had enough.

“Fuck you,” he says through a laugh. He reaches his hands up, running them over his face to calm himself down. “You were going to make me cum before we even fucked.”

There’s a translucent strand of spit connecting his penis to your mouth. You swallow, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. A fit of coughs erupt through your chest. Booming and rough, before fading into a string of mischievous giggles. You feel delirious and light headed. He mumbles something about how well you took him, about how you were so good. You don’t really know. You can’t really focus at the moment.

You press your cheek against Jungkook’s leg, beaming up at him. So infatuated with him. So in love. High off endorphins and serotonin.

“Stop laughing!” He shouts playfully, guiding you to your feet and pressing you against the marble countertop. He kisses your cheek before burrowing his head into your shoulder. “You’re fucking bonkers, babe.”

“Me? You fully broke the mirror!”

“Huh?”

You twist in his arms, giggling madly as you crane your neck awkwardly to look at the mirror behind you. “It’s right…,” you look around, trying to scope out the crack, pressing your fingertip to it when you find it, “here!” There’s already tiny fragments missing, exposing the wooden frame underneath. You leave a smudge on the dewy glass when you pull away.

He deadpans you, jaw dropping open like he’s just received tragic and unexpected news. The modeling definitely upped his acting capabilities, making him animated and theatrical over the most mundane things. You guess it’s somewhat justified in this situation.

Black irises flicker to you, then the mirror, then back to you. His hand clamps over his open mouth. “What the fuck, __?”

“Don’t blame me! You were the one that broke it.” You shout back, very amused by his reaction.

“Yeah, but you should’ve at least said something,” he states like it’s the most obvious and certain thing in the world. His arms are outstretched, palms facing you, looking at you like you’re missing brain cells for not comprehending his thought process. One hand drops against his side in disbelief. The other wraps around his dick, giving it a languid pump.

You roll your eyes. He’s such a boy.

“It’s not even that big of a deal,” you mumble, tucking a loose piece of hair behind his ear. He can’t stand having his hair in his face, constantly stealing your hair ties and losing them on sets, at the gym, and basically where else he goes. The wispy ones at his hairline are sticking to his clammy skin. “What are they gonna do, arrest us?” Now it’s your turn to question his logic, exaggerating your words and moving your neck around like a bobble head.

“No… but we’re going to have to pay for it.”

“Oh, whatever. I’ll pay.”

“Shut up, no you won’t,” he says sternly, twirling his index finger in a circle. “Turn around before I lose my boner.”

You do as he says, turning around to face the mirror. It’s so blurry that all you can see in it is two silhouettes amongst the condensation. Good. It saves you the embarrassment of looking at yourself. You know you look crazy and disheveled. You can already picture it in your head. Hair tangled, lips swollen, tear stained cheeks, lashes clumped together.

You bend over the counter, upper body pressing into the marble slab. It’s cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the hot, stuffy atmosphere of the bathroom. It sends a piercing shock down your spine when your nipples touch the surface. You turn your head to the side, cheeks squished.

Perking your ass up, you wait patiently for his cock. Your glistening folds are on full display for him, so enticing and sweet. He spreads your ass with both hands, catching a glimpse of your puckering hole. You’re messy there too, arousal from your pussy having trickled down throughout the night. You looked so appetizing. He’s spent countless hours of his life buried in your pussy, lapping up your juices, breathing you in with his nose smushed into your clit. Jungkook would die a happy man knowing he got to experience the taste of you.

“Kook, please hur-,” your words are cut short by a loud cry when you feel his mouth on you instead. Wet muscle tickling your clit before dragging through your entrance. It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, flat tongue dipping into you. His plump lips close after each lick, creating these soft smacking noises that send you into overdrive.

His tongue trails up, circling around your other hole. You squeal.

“I can’t take so much- I can’t ta- just fuck me already,” you cry out. You reach your hand back, searching to ground yourself, wanting to touch him. He intertwines your fingers with his, snickering as he gets back up. A sloppy, open-mouthed kiss is placed on your shoulder. They make a warm stream from the back of your neck to your tailbone. He takes his time, pressing kisses on every part of your skin. The tender moment makes you dizzy.

“I’m sorry baby, you just- I’m so fucked up right now.” He felt jittery and sensitive. Needing you as much as you needed him. “I’ll do anything you want- anything for you.”

You grind your hips back, needy for his cock. “I want you inside me. Fill me up.”

The sound of your voice has him weak. He didn’t need any more convincing, letting go of your hand and bending at the knees to align himself with your aching core. He spits on his cock, spreading it around your hungry core with the head. It wasn’t necessary, but a little extra lubrication never hurt anyone.

He grabs your ass, pulling a cheek aside, wanting to see everything. A front row seat to his favorite show. He knows he’s going to just slide right in with how drenched you were.

He stuffs himself in, catching you off guard with the lack of preparation, giving you his entire length on the first push. The arch of your back sucked his cock in so deep that you felt it in your stomach. You felt so full, so stretched. Like he was made to be inside of you. Your mouth opens wide with a silent scream, clawing at the countertop, needing to cling onto something. Anything. Your fingertips hurt as they press into the marble.

Jungkook’s eyes are locked on the way your pussy just engulfs his cock. It tries to suck him back in when he pulls away, like it doesn’t want him to leave. Like it’s your life force. If he withdraws, your body will surely wither away into a pile of little pink sparkles.

“Can you just-” he grunts, wrapping his colorful arm under your hips and lifting, making your parted thighs come together. “Yeah, like that… so tight like this.”

“Mhm, feels so good like this Koo,” you purr in agreement. The fit is more snug than before. You can feel every ridge of his shaft against your walls. Every vein. It makes your toes curl into the soft shag carpet beneath you.

Chills rush through your limbs when he starts to snap his hips into you. There’s intent behind his thrusts. Pulling all the way back, leaving only the very tip of his cock inside of you. Watching as your cunt clenchs around it. Loving how your arousal turns milky, leaving his dick so wet and creamy. Then, he plunges all the way in. You let out little ‘mmm’ noises when his hips meet yours, breasts jiggling wildly underneath you.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth. He slows down for a moment, smushing his pelvis flush against your ass and swiveling his hips in a circle. It’s obvious that he’s trying not to cum.

“Me either, it’s okay,” you tell him, placing your palms flat and pushing your body up. Determined to get him off, you start throwing your ass back, using all your might to work his cock in and out of you. Skin slapping against skin.

“Don’t.” He places one palm on your hip, halting your movements. The other goes to your shoulder, pushing you back down. “Lift your leg up,” he orders, pointing to the ledge of the sink, showing you exactly what he wants you to do.

This was something he did often. Whenever you two had sex, Jungkook put you in all kinds of bendy positions. He loved folding you like a pretzel while he fucked you. In his words, putting you in simple, uncomplicated positions was ‘wasted potential.’ He was hell-bent on putting your flexibility to good use.

Picking your knee up and placing it on the sink makes his cock slip out. You hear a hushed ‘fuck’ escape his lips. He’s quick to guide himself back to your drippy center. He’s so deep you feel like you’re going to vomit. Your eyes roll back, squeezing shut when you feel tears prick at the outer corners. You’ve cried way too much in the past hour…

“Stay still, let me take care of you.” You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you. If you’re being honest, his dick usually left you dazed and confused. But his voice sounded broken. Almost like he was on the verge of falling apart.

Without warning, he rests his entire weight on you, smashing his chest to your back. The stretch was uncomfortable, but the warmth radiating off of him was overpowering.

“I want to make you feel good,” he fucking whimpers as his hand snakes between your bodies. He uses his ring and index finger to spread you open, middle finger massaging your clit. He nudges your head to the side, making room for him to nuzzle into your neck. “I want to be good for you- to you. I don’t want to miss anymore, please- don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.”

He’s plowing into you with so much force, trying to emphasize what he means. You know what he means. What was that myth again? Something about being able to feel your soulmate's pain?

You never thought it was possible to feel devastation and euphoria simultaneously, but that’s exactly how you feel at the moment.

You need to see him. You reach your trembling hand to the mirror. The fog melts under your touch. You wipe your hand back and forth until he’s visible. Even streaky and distorted, he's still absolutely gorgeous. “Jungkook, look at me.”

He lifts his head, peeking through blonde curtains to meet your eyes in the reflection. They’re dark and glassy. You see nothing but raw emotion swimming in them. Pure love. His cheeks are tinged red.

“Don’t cry, baby,” you sigh, ignoring your own words as wetness finally spills over your waterline. Crying because he’s touching you just right, bringing you closer and closer to climax, but also because you love him. So fucking much.

The pit in your stomach keeps growing. Your orgasm is approaching rapidly. You shake and convulse under him. You’ve never felt so good.

“I love you,” he groans, confession sounding heavenly in your ears as his thrusts become sloppy and hopeless. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.” You turn your head, nose knocking into his as you tangle your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. “Kiss me, kiss me, I love you so much,” you plead, voice cracking.

He does. Lips crashing into yours, meshing together perfectly. Tongues twisting together, still tasting like one another. You sob into his mouth, tugging on his thick strands as your orgasm hits you full force. Pleasure is felt in every inch of your body, from your toes to the very tip top of your scalp.

Jungkook cums with you. Cute face scrunching up as he paints your walls in hot white. He gives you everything, thrusting into you until he’s completely empty. Cumming so much that it overflows around his cock and spills down your thigh.

A sequence of serendipitous events that leave you warm and comfortable.

Both of you are sticky with cum, sweat, tears, spit, and probably every other bodily fluid that exists. You should clean up, but neither of you make an effort to move. Too exhausted. Too peaceful.

Closing your eyes, you relish in the feeling of his chest expanding and contracting. Instead of listening to the ticks of the clock on your right, you listen to his breathing. It’s rough and sporadic at first, but as the minutes pass by, it becomes calm and even. You can feel his heartbeat against your back. You’re surrounded by him.

Light touches trail over your shoulders and down your arms until they reach your palms. He laces his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. Bringing the left one to his mouth, he places exactly four kisses against it. The last kiss is longer and more meaningful than the rest. You smile to yourself. Four years ago, you would’ve never imagined that your relationship with Jungkook would look like this. Loving, happy, and healthy.

He turns your hand over, placing it against his cheek. Your sweet boy.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask him, voice hoarse. You feel him shake his head. You hum, needing to say one more thing before you drop the issue. “I just want you to know that I love you. You have no reason to feel guilty. I’d rather have you with me mentally and emotionally than physically, you know?”

He nods, placing a wet peck to your temple this time.

“Alright, get out of me. Your dick is limp and you’re sweaty.”

He lets out an airy laugh, mouth still pressed against your skin. Your grimace when he pulls out of you, cum already oozing out. Yuck.

It was alright though. You couldn’t think of a better way to end your anniversary than taking a hot shower with him. You lift yourself off the counter, bones cracking. Legs aching. Worn out and exhausted. You were excited to slip under the crisp white sheets with him, fall asleep with your head on his chest. The perfect pillow. That sounded wonderful.

Your shower was interrupted by a loud banging at the door. Jungkook looked at you confused and wide eyed, hoping out with impeccable speed as he scrambled to put a robe on. You groan, who the fuck would show up to your hotel room at 11:17 p.m.?

Hotel security. That’s who.

There had been a total of eight noise complaints. All coming from the same floor.

They weren’t too happy about the mirror either.

Needless to say, you and Jungkook spent the remainder of your anniversary in a shitty motel.

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kugisakiss · 10 months

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Half of those characters in Detective Conan are saints for forgiving people who tried to kill them, especially over a minor misunderstanding.

i know right!!!

"oh we could've avoided all this if you just talked to me or literally anyone else in our group about it and found out the perfectly reasonable reason why I had to do x and y which made you go a little overboard at mad at me island. but that's ok! what's a little murder between friends! just make sure you water my plants for me whilst i lie in horrible pain in the hospital for the next two weeks k thx bye bye bestie luv u xoxo"

#asks

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macfrog · 2 months

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hi maximum barbaraaa

jeff and i are here once again to bring chaos into your day

(also this gives me scom joel vibes)

k luv u bye 😘

funny you're so funny

so it's JEFF you get all your jokes from. interesting. noted

#maximum barbara i will never know peace #i love you #chats w max #dundienominee

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chaotic-on-main · 9 months

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HELLO I REALIZE I FORGOT TO SUBMIT A THINGIE FOR YOUR THINGIE

can do matcha (levi levi levi) with candy (mutual pining :3) and maybe a first/accidental/stolen kiss jfkdslfjksdf

Order up!! One matcha green tea with candy for Katerino!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ canon world, mutual pining, stolen/first kiss, comfort, slight fluff, protective levi u.u

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hiya Katerino!! Thank you for sending in a request! I wish I could have made it longer but truly I don't know how to without overshadowing the pinaccle moment in this scene, yanno?? but we got slight angst, we got protective levi, we got arguments. I hope you like it!! mwah mwah k luv u bye

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.2k

The ringing in your ears cuts deep into your brain as pain from not only that but also multiple places on your body pulses through you. There’s nothing but carnage in front of you.

You find yourself on all fours on the hard ground, pebbles and glass digging into your knees and palms as you stare up at the gnarly sight of your dear friend and squad member having their life quite literally squeezed out of their body. They were already gone by the time their head was shoved in the mouth of the 15-meter titan, and you figure you were about to be in the same predicament. As the wild-eyed titan drops the bottom half of your friend to the ground, its attention is already on you.

There’s no time to scream – not like you had the energy to do so. Your canisters were empty and your wires were tangled anyway, so escape was futile. A massive hand comes bearing down on you and there's a moment of clarity as you mentally say goodbye to those that you love, eyes fluttering closed as you sit back on your knees.

You’re happy that the last thought you’d ever have is about a raven-haired grump. Though, you wish you had told him how you felt before dying. There’s peace in knowing you’ll meet him again in the afterlife.

But the deadly embrace doesn’t come.

Instead, you hear a whirring of someone else’s ODM gear whoosh past before there’s a sound of slicing and a heavy body hitting the ground. When you open your eyes, you’re face to face with the wings of freedom adorning someone’s cape. It’s not just someone’s, it’s Levi’s. He takes a moment to check for any more threats but then he’s turning around and glaring down at you.

“What the fuck are you doing!? Get up!”

Your dazed and confused face stares up at him. His words jumble in the ringing that still hasn’t left your ears. You pull your hilt triggers and as expected, nothing happens. There’s just a gentle hissing of the mechanism on your back as it struggles to release your cords.

“Just leave me here to die, Levi.” You murmur, hanging your head down in disappointment at yourself.

“The fuck I will, get up!” He marches over to you and grabs you by the arm before forcefully hoisting you up against your will. Your knees almost buckle under you but Levi’s there to hold you steady with his firm grip.

Levi’s calloused hand grabs you by the jaw and makes you look at him. Those eyes of his bounce around your face to check for any damage and then finally lands on your more than defeated gaze.

“You need to get your shit together or we’re both dying out here, got it?” You think that’s silly, Levi could never die. But you nod slowly anyway.

Before you know it, he’s wrapping your arms around his neck and ordering you to hold on before he’s releasing his own wires and your body feels weightless once again. Destroyed homes and steaming bodies of titans blur past as he pushes forward to the wall ahead. Your arms are already trembling from your own weight as you try to hold on for dear life.

Somehow you make it until Levi’s feet hit the top of Wall Maria before collapsing on the hard stone and rolling onto your back. The sky above is far too pretty for what you just witnessed down below. Levi calls your name to get your attention as he stands over you, casting a shadow on part of your beaten body. You use a hand to block out the sun as you stare up into his steely gaze.

“What happened?” He asks you. A hint of impatience seeps into his low voice.

“They’re gone, Levi. I couldn’t save any of them. I ordered them to their deaths.” You mutter hoarsely, using your arm to rest over your closing eyes. Instantly you regret it and pull it away, opening your eyes wide open to keep yourself from spinning.

Levi squats down next to you and watches you warily, a hint of sympathy pooling into his blue-gray eyes. There’s a few streaks of blood across his cheek which you realize it must be yours as it wasn’t there before. He offers you a hand that you take and he gently pulls you so that you’re sitting up and facing him.

“You did what you could.”

You look away at that. You can’t keep yourself from wondering if you could have done more, or maybe if you had been faster. Or if your gear didn’t shit out on you, your squad wouldn’t have jumped in to protect you. You could have done so much more. Tears well up in your eyes at the regret gnawing at you.

“Listen. I don’t know what happened but regardless you’re still here. They chose to fight for you to live, don’t let their deaths be in vain.” Slowly your eyes find him again. “I need to go back out there but I don’t want you leaving this wall until I get back. I’m sending someone to come look at your injuries.”

“I can still fight, I just need more gear.” You try to push yourself up, ignoring the searing pain that shoots from your hands to the rest of your body, but Levi presses a strong hand on your shoulder and sits you back down.

“No. You’re staying here, those are my orders.”

“I’m not under your squad Levi, I can do what I want!”

“I said no! Look at the state you’re in. Stay. Here.”

“I can’t just sit idle while the othe-“ You’re cut off by Levi grabbing you by the front of your shirt and for a split second you think he’s about yell in your face but he does something completely unexpected.

He kisses you.

Levi pulls you into him as his lips crash onto yours, and you feel every inch of his frustration, annoyance, and fear seeping into the kiss. Your eyes are so wide in shock that you can practically count every long eyelash that sits across his cheekbones.

And just as it started, it ends just as quickly. He pulls away and stares hard at you. Despite the cute pink flush that brushes across his nose and cheeks, his face remains stoic. You bring your shaky fingers up to your lips while blinking hard, the pressure of his lips still lingering.

“Stay.” He grumbles before standing up straight. He looks down to his ODM gear to make sure it’s functional enough. Once satisfied, he steps over to the edge of the wall where his toes hang off as he surveys the remnants of Trost from below.

As if shot with lightning, you scramble up to your feet. You almost fall face-first and you’re able to catch yourself but not without wincing in pain. Something was certainly sprained if not broken.

“W-wait Levi! We need to talk about this!” Your hand reaches out to him as if it’s going to touch him. His head turns so that all you see is the side of his face and he regards you with a side-eye.

“Tch. Don’t leave this wall and maybe we will.” He says simply before stepping off the ledge.

#sky's summer event #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #asks #answered #kat.moots💕

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fairysluna · 1 year

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this is a fancast for Cregan

I'm sobbing

my hormones haven't reacted this hard since I was 14

this is a MAN MAN

Jesus Christ superstar fuck

i needed to share this with someone, i don't even know who this man is. i almost had a heart attack.

my brain just stopped

k bye, love ya

yoU SHARED THIS WITH THE RIGHT PERSON. OH MY GOD- Don't worry babe, i got u, i did my research and i found out that he's from Vikings Valhalla (his name is Leo Suter).

I've seen this cast many times and ngl, i like it. LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THOSE ARMS OMG I WANT HIM TO CHOKE ME UNTIL I DIE. I understand you, sis, he's hot as fuck and he does look like a northern man.

though i love arnas as cregan more than i love myself, i think leo is also a great fucking face claim. I love it so muchhhh.

luv you too🤍🛐

#liv's replies #cregan stark #face claim #fancast #house stark #hotd

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rosyjuly · 2 years

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hi rosy quick q, can you please tell us about seb and mick in the wine cellar bc if i have to suffer through this alone i'm going to end up full cuckoo's nest k thx luv u bye

a loose continuation of your ficlet :-)

Finally in the serenity of the cellar, he can step close and curl his arms around Seb: Mick’s missed him, missed the unruly strands curling at his shoulder, missed the warmth of his body.

Down here in the dim light it’s always chilly, but the goosebumps rising on his forearms are more for finally having Seb back in his arms than the temperature itself. With his open palms, he follows the curve of Seb’s back, feels the wiry strength under the thin linen of Seb’s shirt. When he finally leans in, Seb’s lips are chaste and slightly damp for how his tongue keeps darting out, a sight that never fails to make Mick want to lick his own lips in promise. At the familiar heat of Seb’s mouth, Mick presses the tips of his fingers into his back, feels the muscles shift underneath.

As always, Seb’s hand flattens on his chest, except suddenly there’s a gentle pressure, as if Seb was trying to keep him at a distance. Pulling back, Mick blinks his eyes open. There’s a little divot etched between Seb’s brows: Mick wants to smooth it out with the tip of his nose. In this spot, they are out of the direct line of sight from the door; it’s not like they haven’t taken much bigger risks before than a bit of making out with only Mick’s family upstairs.

The curve of Seb’s back deflates with an exhale and Seb says, his tone almost questioning, “I thought we weren’t going to do this anymore.”

For a second, Mick’s back in the streets of Monaco, reliving the exact moment he felt control over the car ripping away from him, the flash of dread as he braced himself for the collision. This is the same almost out of body experience, the useless hope rising in your throat that someone will take mercy on you.

He must have misheard, Mick thinks faintly, and the request for Seb to repeat himself is on the tip of his tongue already, except – except Seb is watching him with a careful expression, like he’s some wild animal Seb would have wanted to tame.

Uselessly, his hands fall from Seb’s back, his palms cold all of a sudden.

A weak “...What?” is all Mick can muster up, his voice small enough that he hates himself for it, hates the uncertainty shattering his tone.

Seb’s expression flattens, and his eyebrows inch together like curtains drawn close at night. He shrugs, in a parody of an apology almost, and says, “It’s not like I’m going to be around anymore, so…”

He trails off and turns his head slightly.

Around? Around – as if –

Mick’s stomach’s rolls. Right now, he can only see the lovely line of Seb’s profile, the lighter strands of his hair glowing in the faint light, the fuzz of his brows etched into a frown. For better or worse, he looks almost mournful, like he didn’t want to say it, like he didn’t want to say that all this time, everything between them was born out of nothing but convenience.

Like he thought it was obvious.

I thought you loved me, Mick wants to say, except now the thought itself is so ridiculous that he wants to slap himself for it. I thought when you said you liked looking at me you meant it like I did, I thought all those times you came to me was because of me and not because the guarantee of a warm body, I thought–

Seb is still just staring at the neat rows of bottles, like this is a conversation he never thought he needed to have, like he can’t wait to be done with it.

Mick almost asks him if there’s anything he could do, almost counters with all the times Seb touched him with such care Mick’s heart squeezed in his chest but – it’s not a question for Seb, is it. It’s a decision he’s made so long ago he forgot there had even been a sliver of doubt over it, if there ever had been. It’s something so apparent he didn’t think he would ever have to spell it out for Mick.

Distantly, Mick’s aware that his hands keep clenching on nothing. Back in the car in Monaco, he kept squeezing the wheel in the aftermath, needed the reminder that he was still here, that everything would go on. Then the sight of his car, ripped in half, all sharp edges where it was torn apart, the fuel leaking out. How it seemed impossible that minutes before it was smooth and gliding forward as intended.

He steps away and pulls down a cool bottle from the shelf, holds it up so he can see the label in the dim light. It’s no use; the words blur together in front of his unblinking eyes. He needs to move, he needs to get out of here, from the suddenly oppressing silence before he breaks it with his questions and his pleas. The wine will have to do – and even if it won’t, his mother will only laugh and send him back down. Alone this time.

“Can you take these?” Refusing to flinch at how hollow his voice sounds, Mick holds the bottle out without meeting Seb’s eyes, looks at the point where the circles – lighter than when he last saw Seb – meet the apples of his cheeks. For a few, horrible seconds, he can feel the weight of Seb’s gaze as he studies Mick, sees his mouth open and close. Seb swallows. The line of his throat works: Mick has lost count of how many times he’s been the reason for that in the last year. Seb takes a hesitant step forward, like he’s afraid Mick will try to kiss him again.

“Of course.” He takes the bottle, then the next.

Mick gets out two more to take upstairs himself. Seb has positioned himself so that he isn’t between Mick and the stairs. Mick goes, trying to ignore how the floor sways under his feet, doesn’t usher Seb ahead of himself. He can’t torture himself wishing that Seb would turn around to take one more look at him. What for? It wouldn’t happen. It’s not like Seb’s thinking about how once the basement door shuts behind them, whatever happened between the two of them will be done with, sealed up with a quiet thud.

In Monaco, he knew he oversteered and there had to be a consequence to follow his error. With Seb, he thought it was fine. Good, even. He didn’t know he made a mistake, didn’t know to expect the crash.

Perhaps his mistake was that he saw what he wanted to see – instead of the truth, stripped down to ease and convenience.

#as always i'd like to remind you that this follows YOUR ficlet #therefore technically EYE should not be blamed #this got away from me lol 1.2k for what!!!#my fic #sebmick #smick #wine cellar

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sablingart · 2 years

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Hiiiii I love your art but listen. Let me tell you something. It's my private opinion I'm choosing to share with you for no reason. Don't you think tangrowth should have thigh high stilleto heel patent leather red boots????? I'm right aren't I???? That's how we know he evolved from Tangela. Its the only logical progression!!!!!! Tangelas red shoes are so cute. And he needs to blossom into a fierce queen. So give him the damn boots already GAWD!!!!! sorry I should be yelling at u but I can't send gamefreak anons on tumblr. That yelling was meant for them. U are an angel. K luv u bye xxxx

First off I want to thank you for being a hero and a genius and for bringing this to my attention. I do think this now, you are right, and I promise to look further into this even if Gamefreak just stands by and does nothing. Never apologize for yelling and please continue to speak truth to power even if they aren't listening.

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like-rain-or-confetti · 8 months

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Hey bestie!😊 I recently realized that I've spoken to you and sent u many asks but I've never actually introduced myself soooo

Hello I'm Tianna and I'm sure u already know that I love ur work I also luv talking to u

K that's all just wanted to say hi and see how u r doing bye😊❤️

Heeyyyyyy,

I'm remembering this blog exists 😂. I haven't been so active because I've been working on myself in therapy, making progress over all. I've been taking steps to focus on my health like seeing a doctor about things I've been dealing with for months but just been waiting to go away (they dont). This includes stuff like 24-48 hour headaches, TMJ and more stuff. The headaches make me unable to write entirely and happen very frequently.

Honestly, I'm just trying to embrace this terrifying but hopefully positive change that is being made in my perception of life and other stuff and hopefully taking the correct steps to move on in life and start living whilst also focusing on some skills and develop more healthy habits.

My followers are absolute sweethearts, so I know you guys are very supportive of me and are incredibly patient with me, and I thank you guys so very much for that constant support. Its a weird time in my life but you guys are a great comfort. ❤️

And I sincerely apologise if no one wanted a life update😅

#vanity needs to stop talking #if i can count- which i cant #ive possibly had a headache that just lifted after 36 hours

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narunarunarcissist · 1 year

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my favorite kpop songs over the years except you can see when i switched to gg stan

disclaimer: if any year is off thats my bad ig lol

also this is in no particular order

2007

into the new world - girls generation

lies - bigbang

tell me - wonder girls

2008

haru haru - bigbang

mirotic - TVXQ

bad boy - bigbang

rainism - rain

nobody - wonder girls

replay - shinee

2009

gee - girls generation

ring ding dong - shinee

bo peep bo peep - T-ara

sorry, sorry - super junior

i hate you - 2pm

breathe - g-dragon

please dont go - minzy

2010

lucifer - shinee

oh! - girl generation

run devil run - girls generation

2011

bubble pop! - hyuna

fiction - BEAST

hands up - 2pm

mr. simple - super junior

please dont... - k.will

stay - mblaq

2012

history - exo-k

warrior - bap

nillili mambo - block-b

when i cant sing - seven

heaven - ailee

2013

i got a boy - girl generation

hush - miss a

crescendo - akmu

no more dream - bts

2014

catallena - orange caramel

200% - akmu

boy in luv - bts

overdose - exo

girls girls girls - got7

2015

like ooh-ahh - twice

love me right - exo

call me baby - exo

i need u - bts

mansae - seventeen

if you do - got7

me gustas tu - gfriend

ice cream cake - red velvet

my type - ikon

trespass - monsta x

playboy - exo

2016

rough - gfriend

skydive - bap

monster - exo

russian roulette - red velvet

why so lonely - wonder girls

youre the best - mamamoo

feel so good - bap

the 7th sense - nct u

all in - monsta x

hide & seek - astro

toy - block b

fly - got7

re-bye - akmu

save me - bts

knock - knk

2017 ( the best year for kpop imo)

heart attack - chuu (song of the century)

hands up - bap

spring day - bts

baby - astro

red flavor - red velvet

peek-a-boo - red velvet

you are - got7

likey - twice

crazy sexy cool - astro

dramarama - monsta x

never ever - got7

beautiful - monsta x

signal - twice

cherry bomb - nct 127

knock knock - twice

plz dont be sad - highlight

hola hola - kard

wake me up - bap

heart shaker - twice

rollin - brave girls

really really - winner

wee woo - pristin

2018

bad boy - red velvet

love scenario - ikon

bbibbi - iu

la vie en rose - iz*one

latata - gidle

what is love - twice

get it - pristin v

lil' touch - girls generation

district 9 - stray kids

jealousy - monsta x

we go up - nct dream

starry night - mamamoo

power up - red velvet

wow thing - (mixed artists) (not typing that out)

shoot out - monsta x

pirate king - ateez

2019 ( fell out of kpop a bit)

say my name - ateez

boom - nct dream

fancy - twice

psycho - red velvet

icy - itzy

dont know what to do - blackpink

violeta - iz*one

feel special - twice

dalla dalla - itzy

gotta go - chunga ha

2020

i cant stop me - twice

la di da - everglow

wannabe - itzy

oh my god - gidle

back door - stray kids

gods menu - stray kids

Daechwita - agust d

secret story of the swan - iz*one

so bad - stayc

2021

asap - stayc

after school - weeekly

lilac - iu

the feels - twice

scientist - twice

hwaa - gidle

alcohol free - twice

ptt - loona

eleven - ive

pirate - everglow

loco - itzy

vanilla - lightsum

2022

run2u - stayc

alive - lightsum

drive - miyeon

smiley - yena

super yuppers! - wsjn chocome

wa da da - kep1er

nxde - gidle

tomboy - gidle

o.o - nmixx

gingamingayo - billlie

pop! - nayeon

beautiful monster - stayc

attention- new jeans

talk that talk - twice

ring ma bell - billlie

dice - nmixx

hush rush - chayeon

28 reasons - seulgi

birthday - red velvet

cheshire - itzy

#kpop gg #kpop bg #kpop

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esompthinfics · 9 months

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Rip me I am so sorry loves :(

Today's chapter will have to come out this weekend! Had a few surprises pop up today and to be fully honest, I forgor

But I can guarantee this next chapter will (hopefully) be worth the wait!

K thnx luv u bye

#im so embarrassed omfg #sorry yall #im gonna blame it on the adhd this time ok #and you cant get mad bc thats illegal #no its ok im mad too lmao #i had ONE job today #and it wasnt my actual job bc i didnt do that either #ok sorry again goodnight

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landinrris · 11 months

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Hi. Big fan. Just read your entire ao3 archive. I thought you deserved some praise. Also I’m preemptively obsessed with photographer Lando. K luv u bye.

oh my god hi 🥺 You have no idea how nice this is to hear and how much it means to me ❤️❤️❤️ I have one more plot bullet point left in the photographer lando fic and I'm pumped to share it with everyone. I'm going to Canada for the gp next week, so fingers crossed I might be able to get it done by then. We shall see

#trying to pick out a passage to maybe share tomorrow that doesn't give too much away #ask

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kazbiter · 11 months

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on a plane to london rn if u have any suggestions 4 things I should do while I'm there don't be shy <3333 k thanks luv u guys bye xoxox

#also Venice!! I'll be there as well

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