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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years

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Hey i have a question about lumby. Was he nervous about their first date. Or like their first time, assuming its been a while since he has had sex. I imagine lumby calling his ma and talking about bunny, asking for her recipes and him just being so in love with bunny. And like asking steve or sam for advice about ya know. I know you wrote an entire fic for the beginning of their relationship. But i keep rereading enraptured AND I WANNA KNOW MOREEE

(I bet sam totally made fun of bucky the entire time but lumby just wants everything to be perfect)

this ask made me stupidly emotional 🥺🥺

so i had made a post a month ago saying i'm thinking of no longer being a writer on here. it just feels like i'm screaming into the void and wasting time trying to perfect format and sharing my heart with a big wall. i'm tired nonnie and really discouraged🥺 but this?? holy hell my silly little clusterfuck of words made you think this deeply and send the sweetest ask ever?? i love you and i hope you enjoy lumby's love :

🪵🐇he was SO nervous. jitters and shaky breaths, changing the pants he had on about 5 times before realizing it was the shirt and shoe combo all along– don't get me started about his favorite belt breaking at the seam where the buckle meets leather. he almost had a full on meltdown at that... if the universe was trying to send him a sign pointing towards all things involving you and this date going wrong– it did a damn good job.

sam of course was called and hurriedly made his way over to Bucky's cabin to calm down an overwhelmed and insecure lumby. sam gets it– bucky really was torn apart by his last relationship, it is terrifying to allow yourself to be so vulnerable again. especially to someone like you who after meeting only once, is the only thing Bucky can fucking think about. but that didn't mean every time after this Sam wasn't gonna bust his balls, lovingly, of course. sam and steve absolutely had a field day giving bucky the talk. he didn't find it as amusing as they did, though.

obviously I've discussed their first time, but fuck was he scared out of his mind. don't get it twisted– Bucky's game is outrageously and infuriatingly perfect; all his nerves and insecurities aside; and his stroke game is only as sincere as his gigantic perfect mushy heart (aka really fucking otherworldly)– but this is you we're talking about. he's a flustered mess around you and that goddamn smile– one he wishes his ma also got to fall in love with. unfortunately she's passed on, he does keep a wooden box of all her old recipes tucked safely in the cabinet above his stove. the box has an inscription reading "ma's treasures". it's his most prized possession and he can only hope you come to love it the way he does🥺

#thank you.#so much baby anon 🥺🥺#beefy lumby and bunny #you can always send in other ones #i tried to answer everything i could without making this too long

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httpiastri · 2 months

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omg when I think about a plot with "the way I loved you" I always imagine reader still in this kinda weird situation with her ex even tho she's in a completely new relationship??? like, her ex (paul in this case), being cheeky and teasing her about how bored she is (CASUALLY asking if she's ok) and them getting back to their dating days by having a ✨✨fight✨✨ bc they don't even need to be together to make each other explode and reader feeling more with this stupid fight than with her new relationship

and I LOVE LOVE LOVE to think about the feeling of guilty behind this song. as you said, ollie trying hard to make her happy and make her feel in the same way she did with paul, and she also trying to because she wants to but as much as she tries she just CAN'T and that terrible feeling of not being able to be happy in a comfortable situation and also kinda being aware that you're hurting the other person a bit by feeling this way??? i love it!!!

and moth to a flame by the weeknd AHHHHHH!!!!! never ever stop talking with paul, being haunted by your own phone gallery notificating you abt pictures taken 1 year ago (with paul), calling him for absolutely NO REASON and not even knowing whyy you're doing that, just realizing what you did after he picked up!!!!

ISTG IF YOU DON'T WRITE IT I'M GOING TO KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR

you are a genius, my dear friend!!! god i love this so so so much.

paul would be so cheeky... like of course, deep inside, he always cares for her and just wants what's best for her. but he also can't help but joke around and tease her since it's so easy for him to get to you. and since he can easily tell how you aren't enjoying your relationship with ollie, paul just "accidentally" mentions stuff about their (ollie & reader) relationship in front of her and it makes her go crazy. eventually she snaps and just yells at him that he has no idea and he can't judge their relationship from just what he sees – but she knows that paul is right...

omg "and them getting back to their dating days by having a ✨✨fight✨✨ bc they don't even need to be together to make each other explode and reader feeling more with this stupid fight than with her new relationship" HELLO???? im crying over this

yes yes yes the guilt would be so strong.... of course, being with ollie is romantic and sweet and makes her feel bubbly and so on. like, who wouldn't feel fluttery when being showered in love and affection like ollie is doing to her? but it's just not the same, and she just doesn't know what to do. like you said, it's a comfortable situation and she knows that she should be so so happy, but it all just feels forced for her... she's liking the idea of being with ollie more than she actually likes him :( and she doesn't want to be stringing him along and using him to get over paul, and she knows that she's hurting him, but she wants to give it an honest attempt and see where they could actually go... and ollie is trying so hard and doing everything he can, but it's just never enough :(

getting snap memories of stuff she did with paul 😭 and still keeping pics of them together, pictures she used to love, pictures that used to make her feel like she were truly in love... and her feeling so conflicted because when she looks at them even today, she feels the same way... instead of that like nostalgic feeling of "well, it was fun while it lasted but im glad it's over", she just misses it... but omg yes her also calling him without realizing it, and then having to play it cool, but it turns out to be a much longer call than she expected and it gets really comfortable and they talk about anything and everything.... but then she eventually snaps back to reality and remembers that she's out on the balcony in ollie's apartment while he's inside sleeping, and she feels so guilty yet again 😭

bestie if i don't write anything about this, i'll.... give you my firstborn? as an apology?? 😭 anyway no pls i love love love this already. your asks have helped me so much, my mind is running about this 24/7 !!! so excited to actually write 🤭🤭 please please keep sending stuff in if you have more ideas.... im very open 🙏

#aaaaaaaaa i love thisssss #ollie 🥺 poor baby #actually i started a mind map for this yesterday night lol #like i always used to love making mind maps when i was younger #and i thought “hm there must be a better way to collect my thoughts than just putting them in a tumble draft- AH”#and i thought that there must be mind map programs online.... thank god there are #makes it so much easier #its so crowded already but i love it #anon step forward and i will give your forehead a big smooch #asks!#anon!#perfectly fine thoughts!

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myfriendtheghost · 1 year

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i may go to college in new england, but i am a floridian at heart! i live really close to orlando so i’d love to discuss josh at disney! you guys had me twirling my hair and kicking my feet talking abt josh at disney. i feel like josh would be a big fan of muppetvision. on tower of terror he would instantly reach over and grab your arm when you drop. he would giggle like a maniac when his bum lifts off the seat though.

i also just love to imagine him at animal kingdom. if he wore his khaki jumpsuit he would look like a little safari man!!! he would lean so close to you and point at the animals with the sweetest smile on his face.

(maybe this is too self inserty lol but) you would look at him with your little remy ears on asking him to please go on remys ratatouille adventure and he’s like “munch, isn’t this ride for kids??” but he cant resist how cute you look with the remy headband on (as if he would ever say no to you anyway) (and he also secretly wants to go on it too). at the gift shop he would see the little remy that sits on your shoulder and he would buy it and wear it on his shoulder the entire rest of the trip. (bonus points if he wears it on him hat to be a lil silly at one point)

ok sorry i’m done

-🦦

YES JOSH WOULD LOVE MUPPETVISION !!! AND KILIMANJARO SAFARIS AAAAAAA I want to take him to the parks so baaaaddd 😭😭😭 also I would cling onto him for dear life on ToT LMAO that ride scares me so bad 😭 Mission Breakout at DCA is probably my favorite theme park ride ever but ToT scares me so much

also I would do heinous things to see Josh with a shoulder Remy ESPECIALLY ON HIM HAT that’s everything to MEEEE

#chatswithkatie #he would love Disney so much!!!!!!#I wanna sit him down and tell him the history of the parks and every ride in them <3 #he would’ve loved Great Movie Ride 🥺💔#I loveee the Disney parks so so so much and also Universal too #also hi my little otter baby I missed u !! I’m gonna be in your state (for the theme parks actually lol) soon hehe #i mean I guess it would technically be your previous state now that I’m thinking about my wording but whatev!#gvf #joshua #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #🦦 anon #asks #anon

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inkyajax · 1 year

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Please listen, listen listen... Alhaitham putting his noise-cancelling headphones on a reader that feels overwhelmed and overstimulated in a crowdy noisy place, holding her hand, and shushing her

oh my goshhhhh anon please this is actually the cutest thing i’ve ever heard!!!!!! especially since those headphones are very clearly important to him and he won’t just share them with anyone—you’ve got to be someone genuinely remarkable to achieve that; someone he sincerely cares about (i headcanon him to have ocd-like tendencies when it comes to his stuff; like he’s very particular about these types of things and who is allowed to touch them, when and why etc)—so that fact alone adds another layer of sweet sentimentality to the action <3 but oh my GOSH i am gushing waaaah just the thought makes me feel so warm and comforted and calm 🥺🥺🥺

#he would care about his baby so so so much #like vigilant care but not suffocating care #he knows the moment something is wrong or off #which is new and interesting for him since he isn’t always the most perceptive when it comes to reading other humans #ugh i am so in love with himmmmmm <33333 #thank u for this anon 🥺#i wish i could write a fluffy lil piece about it but alas i have so many haitham fics on the go rn that i cannot add another to my plate #waaaaah >.<#i just want him to take care of me and baby me and push me to do things because he knows i’m capable etc etc etc #i hope ur having an awesome day anon bb!!!#keep safe and drink water!!#inky.bb #inky.alhaitham #clari gets mail

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mrs-kelly · 1 year

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I know I'm not always the most serious guy. Or the most romantic. Or...well, I could go on, Ren. But I know one thing I am! Your husband! And I'm gonna make sure I'm the best damn husband anyone could ever meet! You need me, I'm there. I promise you. I love you so much, you know that right? Heh, when I'm down, all I need to do is think of your smile and I'm back in it. I love you, Ren, never forget that.

-Signed, Charlie

Baby! You're very good at being romantic 🥰 maybe not the "flowers on a Tuesday" kind of romantic, but you are the "packs a lunch for me" kind of romantic, and I really love that about you ❤ I know that I can always count on you to listen to me and be there for me. The way that you love makes you the best husband I could ask for, even without you trying ❤

I love you, too, baby. I love you so much. I'll never forget how much you love me, because you never let me forget it! Thank you for that ❤ I love you ❤❤❤

#waaaaa holds this letter close to my chest thank you anon 🥺❤❤❤#i love my baby i love him so much hearing he loves me makes my heart feel so warm <33333 #renlie #love letters

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welcome-to-green-hills · 2 years

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(Bangs fists on the table) NONONO THESE CRYPTIC CHILDREN NAMES ARE BEAUTIFUL! I NEED MORE! Who else do you have?!

❤️👉🥺👈❤️ Thank you for loving the cryptic names I gave them, Darlin’ ❤️👉🥺👈❤️

Besides Snok, Tolz, and Nerples… I have Shadew, Amiiiii (the “I’s” vary in length depending upon my mood for the day), and Bloz (Blaze).

#🥺My cryptic space babies…🥺 So much chaos… and all because they just want love and admiration from their parents #They’re semi-feral space babies—and one alien hybrid—that chaotic fluffers #mystery anon #off topic

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chrisbangs · 8 months

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I'm getting promise rings for my bestie and I with a quote from LOTR, since it's something we've both loved since young 🥰

"I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone"

But another friend and I have bracelets with matching charms for our favourite Ateez songs, since we're both atinys (fever, turbulence, twilight, and butterfly wings ^^)

Point is, imo you should go for something personal to the two of you, and if an inside joke is too unhinged (LMAO), a quote from a shared favourite band / book / movie is a solid bet!

🥺💗 that's a great quote to go with....... i would cry my silly little eyes out fr 🥹🫂🩶✨ WAHHH THATS ALSO SO CUTE?? omg these are all so cute i'm so 😞🫂💗 man friendship is great huh 😭🗣️‼️

i'm genuinely thinking smth skz related 🥺 she's a jisung stan so i :( was trying to think of smth cute thats jisung and chan related as well .. i was actually mostly thinking of doing lyrics from wish you back bc it's my favourite jisung song 😞‼️💗 but yeah 🫶 these are all cute ideas SO TYSM!!! 🥹🫶🫧🩶 truly appreciate it hehe

#wahhh i need to ask her her fav skz song??? idk how thats never come up before ???? 😭😭#wish you back makes me cry like a fucking baby LMAOOO #but yeah 🥺🩶 THIS IS SO CUTE GOSH :((((#friendship huh 😭😭😭😭#anon #answered #thankuuu so much 🥺🫶✨#edit: IK WISH YOU BACK IS SAD 😭 but it's like got such . a special meaning to me in some way :( idk how to explain but HEHEKNDKDD YEAH ITS #NOT THT I WANT TO PUT DEPRESSING LYRICSJDJDKD ON IT IM JUST FJDNSKSKSJSN

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onlyswan · 6 months

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summary: in which you drive jungkook mad but you make his heart beat.

idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive, a pinch of angst / word count: 5k

content/warnings: tried sumn different so this is mainly from jungkook’s pov :D !! drummer!oc ur so cool & i’m stealing u from ur bf 🏃— mention of a 10 yr age gap between jk & a guy who likes oc (he’s hella pissed off) ; mentions of (car) s^x ; allusion to a bl^wj^b ; jk just got home from tour & oc is tipsy, needy, & dramatic as hell T_T ; oc /briefly/ touches jk while he’s driving & he /nearly/ loses his shit & crashes the car (he doesn’t) (i’m kidding) + to the anon who wanted to jk’s cheek scar to get a kissy here u go 🥺

> in which masterlist!

note: oc is so shot glass of tears coded especially in this… i’m glad i’m posting this after golden came out just so i could say it 🥰 this takes place after this drabble sooo the end of oct 2018 <3 if u’ve read the prev drabble too, this was when jk said those exact words in the past 🥺 wrote this in the middle of hell week so i was half out of my mind :'] as always feedback & reblogs rrr always appreciated !! 🥺

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jungkook loves the sound of rain— the gentle knocks on every surface of the earth has always been a lullaby even during daylight.

tonight is a different story, however. it is defeaning, terrifying even. he can barely see what is infront of him, spare the occasional headlights blazing across the slippery roads. his umbrella is being stolen away by the harsh gusts of wind and the mud stains on his sneakers are well-hidden by the plain black.

and yes, he is tired; and yes, this is hard, but that is the end of it.

you’re exactly where you told him you’d wait, far behind the edge of the roof where the rainwater falls from and splashes on the ground. you stand out in his blue oversized shirt, one that he purposely left behind in your closet so he could have something else to wear when he sleeps over.

you’re too busy typing on your phone to see him crossing the parking lot; he feels his very own vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. however, his giddy smile fades when a man exits through the entrance door and approaches you with a red umbrella. his strides become slightly hurried then, as he watches you politely decline it with that heart-fluttering smile of yours everybody adores.

“oh no, really, i’m fine. you might need it later! my boyfriend is already coming to pick me up anyway.”

jungkook acts cool. he tucks his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, tries to make himself appear bigger because he realizes that he would be inches shorter than the man if not for the platforms of his shoes.

“____, baby!”

upon hearing your name coming from the lips of your lover, your face lights up even brighter.

“jungkook!”

you greet him with an embrace, jumping into his arms before he can properly set down his umbrella on the ground.

“yah, yah-yah! be careful!” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to catch you, peering down to check how high your boots are for you to be running and jumping around freely.

“hey, i’m going back inside- there’s more customers coming in. make it home safe, alright?”

the stranger tries to catch your attention, and jungkook’s protectiveness swiftly kicks in when he lays a hand on you and slides it down to your lower back. your boyfriend turns you away from the unprompted touch by pulling your body closer to his side, and he is unable to control how his eyebrows knit together in annoyance.

he wasn’t planning on giving much thought to the presence of a man around you. he knows better than that. but he has never heard about this one, which raises the question of who the fuck is he to freely touch you like that?

“oh- alright! thank you, jun!”

“you better take care of ____, man. it’s dangerous around here during this time.”

he receives a rather heavy and condescending pat on the shoulder, and so, with his annoyance bubbling worse, he wears a passive aggressive smile on his face.

“yeah, of course i am,”

jun’s nostrils flare as he witnesses you sneakily slide your hands underneath jungkook’s hoodie in search of warmth.

“i’m here now, so there’s no need to worry about my girlfriend anymore.”

he nods, then forces himself to smile. “that’s good, then.”

“yeah, thanks. we’re leaving.”

“oh, okay. have a nice night!”

“you too,”

he turns on his heel and returns inside the busy establishment— but not before jungkook made sure that he saw the bruises on his knuckles that he got from his boxing sessions.

his jaw clenches as he glares at the door.

is he being petty? sure, to hell with that. he doesn’t care. he’s always been one to trust his gut, and he has a bad feeling.

he is met by a love-drunk smile when his undivided attention is at last given to you, in the form of fond eyes and affectionate strokes of your hair.

“who was that?”

“eh, new bartender,” you shrug with disinterest. “hm, i think he’s 31…? he’s nice but he keeps talking about wrestling.”

he raises an eyebrow at the mention of his age, while your lips form a sad pout.

what the hell? he thought he would be 25 at most.

“the tv has been in the same channel for the past two weeks because of him. it’s all i’ve been seeing! i don’t like it-” you whine in distress, quite frankly, a little traumatized.

an endeared smile is coaxed out of him at your adorableness, how your speech is a little slurred and how you’re looking at him like you’re begging him to do something about it.

“makes me nervous,”

his dominant hand closes into a fist.

if he only he had known. should’ve fucking punched the guy, give him a taste of what he seems to be a huge fan of.

“let’s watch something calming when we get home, how about that?”

you nod your head, eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut when he leans in for a much awaited kiss. how sweet, he feels a little more alive than before. he can smell it, even taste it— the peach margarita you started sipping on before the band’s first set. concocted by jun, he presumes. he pulls away with a small smile, licking his lips for the traces of you that clung to him.

out of the blue, you burst into a fit of giggles, weak knees buckling as your weight crashes on him.

“i missed you!”

“babe, are you seriously drunk?” he chuckles, holding you with a secure grip around your torso.

“maaaybe tipsy…? i was pretending not to be.” you stand on your tip-toes to nuzzle your face against his neck, mumbling sheepishly. “only trust you.”

—

“i should’ve accepted the umbrella.” you grunt childishly, body going limp on jungkook’s back, except for the arm holding up the umbrella that shields the both of you from the pouring rain.

“yah!” he scolds you, clearly not pleased with the words that just came from your mouth. “what does that mean?”

“i’m embarrassed! they’re probably feeling bad for you.”

the last sentence comes out as a whisper, pertaining to the side glances you’ve been attracting from strangers as you make your way to your boyfriend’s car.

unfortunately, he had to park somewhere far because the restobar’s parking lot was already full.

you jokingly complained about staining your white boots with dirt and mud, but you instantly regretted it when he bent down, signalling you to ride on his back without an ounce of hesitation.

“our shoulders always get wet when we share an umbrella,” he said. “if i carry you, wouldn’t it be better?”

“embarrassing? some would even say romantic!”

something peculiar happens then— when your lips ghost over his left cheek, planting an affectionate kiss there that lasts for seconds. you pull away with a smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you.

“i love you,” you hum, grasping the umbrella upright before it could tip over.

he doesn’t know if you did it on purpose or not, kissing him precisely where his scar is, but his heart jumps in his chest when he feels it begin to throb.

as if the wound from his childhood has come alive. as if, once again, he is bleeding as he glares at his older brother, and he still wants to play games on the computer oblivious to the fact that it would leave a permanent scar, a brand new landmark on his body.

you mistake his silence for something else.

you frown, warm breath tickling his neck as you quietly ask. “are you still mad at me?”

he sighs, vision landing on the ground as his walking pace slows down. “no? i was wrong. i shouldn’t have questioned your decision in the first place… why would i be mad?”

you started playing the drums for your friend’s band two months ago, just as soon as he left for tour. you volunteered after witnessing how distraught they were when their drummer vanished without a trace. he learned that it used to be a hobby of yours from childhood until early teenage years, playing the drums, but it was robbed from you when your father took his instruments with him when he abandoned your home for another.

he was pleasantly surprised when he learned about it, recounted all the times your hands and fingers were drumming on any sort of surface and his head naturally bopped to the beat, but then again, you never brought it up.

isn’t ____ so cool? he would proudly say when he flaunts you to his friends, even the protocol team, who have never seen him so happy.

three times a week, from nine in the evening until midnight, your phone was propped up on an empty table infront of the stage, and him, on the other side of the globe, excitedly watched you from backstage while he was getting ready for their own show. some other times, he was in his hotel room, or the private jet. his patience has been tested by crappy wifi, nosy and noisy people, and his earphones that stopped working while you looked insanely attractive grooving to ‘why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ as you effortlessly played the drums. he showered you with compliments as you did for him. you’re working hard so he must do the same.

he arrived home from tour the other day, spent the rest of its hours sleeping. yesterday, he waited for you at school and then at work like a lost puppy, slept on your bed (if he’s being honest, the two of you didn’t do much sleeping) then woke up at 9am for work.

and he tried his best, he really did, to get out of the company early enough to catch you playing a song or two. after all, it was your last day at the job.

much as you enjoyed reconnecting with an old flame— loved the overflowing tips that came from those who were amazed by your talent (well, there were also those who were just trying to get into your pants), the moment that the old drummer got down on his knees begging to be taken back by his best friends, just like how you became a part of the band, you voluntarily stepped down.

jungkook didn’t agree with this decision. he didn’t understand why you’d sacrifice something that makes you happy for a person who fucked up and wasted what they had. you went back and forth over it on the phone until you cried, told him that it wasn’t easy for you, and he couldn’t hold you in his arms or kiss your face. he could only apologize, and it even felt insincere doing it through a screen.

maybe he’s only relieved that you no longer need to be around a man an entire decade older than he is, who is obviously interested in you and serves you alcohol drinks. no, that doesn’t sit right with him. he needs jun, or whatever the fuck his true name is, to stay very far away from his baby.

“i’m just sad that i never got to watch you perform in person.”

you rest your cheek on his shoulder, heavy eyelids slowly blinking as the headlights of a black van blindsides you.

what the fuck. too bright.

“me too…”

—

“i’m bored,” you release a dramatic sigh, stealing a glimpse of jungkook at the driver’s seat, just to see if you caught his attention like you intended.

his eyes are trained on the dashboard, however, focused on the navigation guide displayed on his phone. he isn’t very familiar with this part of the city. it took him more than an hour to arrive at the address you sent him, including the time he spent in the middle of traffic.

“forty-eight minutes, then we can do whatever you want.”

“whatever i want?”

he slows down the car, briefly turning his head to find you expectantly looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

“of course,” he laughs, taking one hand off the wheel to squish your cheeks together. “just tell me what it is, baby.”

he doesn’t catch the sad look that flashes across your face after you lose his touch.

“then i’ll tell you when i figure out what i want,” you say quietly.

“i thought you already had something in mind?”

“nope,” you answer with yet another sigh.

you choose to stare out the window in silence, body completely slumping into your seat in defeat.

jungkook’s senses are sharp, or he likes to believe so. “are you okay?”

“i’m okay,”

“you sure?”

“hmm,” you hum curtly, and then you close your eyes, so he decides not to press further despite wanting to.

he meets a red traffic light not long after that. and so, he hurriedly grabs the black fleece blanket in the backseat. he envelopes you in it, crossing the distance between you to softly press his lips onto yours for a goodnight kiss. he feels you respond, albeit lazily, and he smirks cockily when you lift yourself up to chase him for one more, please— desperately, to get your fill of goodnight kisses from the many nights that you missed it.

the time seems to tick excruciatingly slow now that you’re quiet. a minute is multiplied by a hundred. the steady rhythm of your breathing keeps him sane throughout dark avenues and encounters with reckless drivers of the midnight scene.

he missed you. he missed you so much, and he knows that you’re tired from university, and tutoring high school students in english, and playing the drums for more than two hours… but he selfishly wishes that you’re awake right now so he can make up for the two months that you were apart.

be careful of what you wish for, they said.

jungkook should know better by now.

“i can’t sleep,” he hears you whisper in a dulcet tone that indirectly tells him you’re in need of some love… but he isn’t given the chance to act upon that request because you’re already all over what it is that you need.

he swallows thickly, glancing down at your hand that has somehow found its way to his inner thigh— zeroing in on your red nails, can feel them faintly grazing his skin.

you’re so pretty. everywhere.

even when naked and bare.

no, especially. it’s all he can think about.

he can draw you from memory.

“____,” he utters your name through gritted teeth, heart beginning to race a thousand miles per second in his chest.

the effect of your teasing touch is instantaneous, slowly inching closer and closer to where his growing erection is. his eyes remain focused on the road, but he fears that he’ll start thinking with his dick soon if you carry on with this act a few seconds longer.

“shit, not now, baby- please- not while i’m driving.”

your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, poorly concealing a self-satisfied smirk, and you pretend not to hear a single word from his plea.

a minx, that’s what you are, always causing trouble and blurring lines in his eyes.

“____, i’m not joking around. don’t make me mad-”

his warning is cut short by-

“fuck… fuck,” he curses, filter flying out the window once he feels you tracing the outline of his hard-on, the feather-light touch of your fingers smoothly gliding across the fabric of his sweatpants, and he completely loses it when your soft palm caresses his cock, so gentle that it feels almost innocent.

okay, so he couldn’t feel it because you weren’t skin-to-skin, but he knows that your hands are soft, can feel his imagination running wilder because he has memorized the way they feel on most parts of his body.

you’re so incredibly nasty and evil for this— squeezing him lightly, taking advantage of how sensitive he’s gotten, making him tremble as pleasure shoots up his spine. his breath stutters in his lungs and he unconsciously pushes harder on the gas.

and although it means fighting every fiber of his being that painfully yearns for more, he seizes your wrist in an iron grip, placing your hand over the gearstick while his sits heavy on top of yours.

“____! behave! you’re going to get us killed!”

he watches you jut out your bottom lip through the rearview mirror, eyes hazy with lust staring down at where your hand used to be, and then his handsome face. he is evidently flushed, honey skin dusted with a rosy pink. all the way to the tips of his ears, down to his neck.

while he’s driving? really?

doesn’t this only happen in wet dreams?

you are not real.

“then pull over,” you plead. “please?”

he releases a shaky breath. you’re always so needy with alcohol in your system, drove him into total insanity while he couldn’t be here to give you what you wanted.

“no, you need to learn how to be patient… told you we can do whatever you want when we get home, right?”

wrong move.

the silence returns, and just when he thought that you went back to your journey to slumber, the sound of your sniffles fill the car.

jungkook’s heart breaks into a million pieces.

also, he wants to slam his head against the steering wheel.

you make it so fucking hard to resist you; you always get what you want. it becomes much harder when he is the subject of your desire and he loves being loved.

“haven’t i been patient enough…? i missed you so much.”

“and i missed you too!” he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing them on your skin. “fuck, you have no idea how much… please, don’t cry.”

“then pull over,” you stubbornly insist, and he is so close to driving this car into a lamp post. “fuck me at the backseat.”

“can’t,” he mumbles, sounding almost pained, and he is. he wants you so bad, it hurts. “we’re going to have to do it without protection.”

“what do you mean?” you exclaim.

you rip your hand away from his, not wasting time in unlocking the glove compartment, and a sound of sheer disappointment escapes from your mouth as you collapse back on your seat.

“jungkook, i hate you!”

“well right now i hate myself too!” he cries out in frustration. “i didn’t have the time to buy more, okay?”

“and there’s not one in your wallet?”

“babe, are you serious?!”

“what?!”

somehow, his hands still expertly swivels the steering wheel as the car meets a curve.

but he feels dizzy. the ghost of your touch is still there, a promise of carnal pleasure unfulfilled.

“stop the car,” you say out of the blue, rather calmly, and that terrifies the shit out of him.

he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes switching between you and the road in panic. “huh?”

“i said stop the car, i’m stepping out.”

“babe, come on,” he moans, ruined and tormented. he reaches for your hand but you scoot further away from him, and he ignores the way his heart drops to his stomach as he kneads your exposed thigh instead. “please, don’t be like this. i just got home.”

“jungkook! if you don’t let me get off this car right now, i swear!”

the urgency embedded in your threatening voice leaves your boyfriend with no choice but to pull over to the side of the street as soon as he gets the chance.

he carries on to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“baby, stop being stu-”

he tries to reach for you, but he is rudely ignored as you hop off the car and slam the door shut on his face.

“…bborn…”

he blinks.

he inhales. he exhales.

and then he buries his face in his hands to scream… as quietly as possible.

“what the fuck was in that margarita?!”

—

jungkook steps out of the car worried sick about you. now wearing a black bucket hat, his head whips in different directions in search for the familiar shape of your body, your hair, your shirt that is his, anything.

his arm rests on top of the car door, the other on the roof, fingers drumming on it anxiously as he chews on his bottom lip.

there are mostly restaurants here, it seems. some are already closed, some are still lights on. not far away, he hears a karaoke place bursting with music and laughter. he looks up and he finds that the night sky remains barren of stars; there’s no guidance from the heavens that will lead him to you.

except for the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name.

he turns around, and he knows it’s going to sound extremely silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movie— because you’re jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion. perhaps it is to prevent him from falling on his knees in relief, because he genuinely thought that you already went home on your own like the stubborn brat that you are.

“____, where did you go?! you can’t just run off like that! seriously, that was not nice!”

“i forgot my wallet!” you squeal as you halt infront of him, slapping your forehead as a way to scold yourself. “i found a hotteok cart!”

his anger quickly dissipitates. he scans your face, mouth agape in bewilderment.

you, screaming at him to stop the car because there was a sighting of your favorite snack? makes sense.

he dishes out the wallet from his pocket. “wha- i thought you… you didn’t have money?”

you shake your head to answer his question.

“then how are you already eating?”

you take another bite from the hot hotteok you’re holding in a paper cup, and then you shrug.

“i was already eating when i realized it,” you point at yourself, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “so he let me run back here. does it look like this face would steal?”

“you’re impossible!” he bursts out laughing, the unique sound of his joy harmonizing with the mundane noises of the city.

he is thoroughly amused and in awe of your undeniable charm never failing to work its magic. if you just gave it a shot, you might be even better at him at his job.

you’re pliant as he captures your wrist, tugging you away with him so he can lock the car.

“i bought three, by the way.” you note as the two of you start walking, with you clinging to his side. “the last three then mister can go home.”

you put the hotteok near his mouth, and he pauses to take a big bite. “have you even had dinner?”

“just the four margaritas- they were yummy! or was it five?”

he clicks his tongue in disappointment, but he doesn’t get to say anything more about it because you’ve reached the hotteok cart, and he’s already handing the vendor the money.

“thank you!” he bows his head politely as he accepts the remaining two you mentioned earlier, handing them over to you.

“no, this is yours.” you speak with tenderness, giving back one of the cups to him. “then we’ll split the third one. it’s really good!”

the vendor secretly watches the interaction with a fond smile as he packs up to finally, finally end his long day working at the busy streets of seoul.

—

you’re sat together on the hood of jungkook’s car as you share a midnight snack. with caring hands, you rip the hotteok apart in perfect halves, offering the other to your lover. he accepts it in between his teeth.

“do you want drums as your christmas gift?”

“love,” you search for the words to say as you chew the food in your mouth. “i can barely fit in my apartment. where am i going to put a drum set…? not to mention that i can’t even cry without my neighbor hearing it.”

his shoulders drop in dejection, and you rub your boyfriend’s back in an attempt to comfort him.

“you must really want to see me play, don’t you?”

“i’m dying to,” he says in pure jungkook fashion, tone dramatic and thick with an accent that is entirely his. “i can’t believe there were regulars who saw you every night, while i, your boyfriend, didn’t even see you once…! even that fucking bartender… this- this can’t be right! do you think this makes sense? no, right?”

“aw, my baby,” you coo at him, jutting out your bottom lip as you tenderly cup his face.

“i don’t trust him, by the way,” he scoffs. “as much as possible, stay away from him when you visit, alright…? if i see him touching you one more time, i don’t know what i’ll end up doing to him.”

“i don’t like him either,” you giggle. “so that’s easy.”

he stares at your bloodshot eyes. damn it, you haven’t sobered up.

“____, i’m serious. he’s weird. i’m worried about you but i can’t always be here to protect you.”

you blink at him innocently. “i am too! serious!”

“you promise me?”

“i promise!”

he nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gets lost in the sea of his own thoughts. “i should talk to your friends about this, too. is that okay?”

“if that will ease your mind,” you half-smile, heart fluttering in your chest because you feel so cherished.

comfortable silence follows suit.

the hotteok is still soft and warm and sweet. if your love had to be delivered to his doorstep, it would in the form of your favorite food.

he sighs to gain more of your sympathy, basking in the attention he’s receiving from you. he missed this. he missed you. he sounds like a broken record, but it’s true.

“come ooon, don’t be sad! i’ll make it up to you! but it’s a surprise!”

“surprise?” he eyes you with suspicion. “what surprise?”

“just trust me, alright?”

you poke his cheek where his dimples are, and you witness them pop out as he copies your contagious smile.

“can i make a guess?”

“nope!”

you fit the remaining piece of your hotteok in your mouth, jumping off the hood of the car. you stand before him as you wipe your hands clean with a small paper napkin.

“don’t you dare. if you guess it right then my plans will be ruined!”

—

you’re back on the passenger seat to travel the remaining twenty-seven minutes to your apartment.

jungkook melts into the tenderness of your touch as he drives. you’re tracing the toned muscles of his arms; stroking his hair, his face, and the smell of the sticky brown sugar from the hotteok still lingers on your skin.

“when are you going to start getting tattoos?” you wonder out loud as he intertwines your fingers together on top of his thigh. “i think you’d look so pretty.”

“i’m planning on it.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of you remembering that he wants his skin artfully inked as you absentmindedly distracted yourself with it.

he licks his lips, smiling as he looks over at you. “you really think so? pretty?”

“hm, hot, too,” you stick your tongue out playfully, and he snorts out a laugh. “but as long as you’re happy, then nothing else matters.”

“of course- wait, yah! you still need to eat dinner.” he reminds you once he recognizes the path you’re taking.

a grocery store is not more than a kilometer away, if his memory serves him right.

“what do you want? i don’t mind cooking.”

“for you to fuck me, that’s what i want. you won’t mind that, too?”

oh my fucking god.

he wishes you were passed out drunk instead so he wouldn’t have to suffer this battle between self-control and his insatiable appetite for you.

“baby, aren’t you still sore from this morning?”

“a little,” he notices you squeezing your thighs together from his peripheral, and along with it, the bruises on your knees from when you worshipped his body last night. “but i want you.”

your giggles in reaction to him frustratedly running his fingers through his hair seems to only fuel the dirty thoughts in his head. he uncomfortably shifts in his seat to adjust himself.

“can you just bring it up when we get near your house? you’re killing me over here!”

“but why? i’m having fun.” you bring your tangled hands over to your side, peppering the back of his hand with innocent kisses. “i love you. you’re so cute.”

“are you… are you seriously calling me cute after what you just asked me to fuck you?”

his disbelief is challenged by your amusement.

“why not? being one dimensional? boring. being different things all at once? sexy.”

jungkook doesn’t need to see you play the drums to know that you are the only one capable of making his heart beat like this. to feel it pounding, it turns out there’s another way besides performing, he can just be alone with you. a different type of addictive exhilaration. he isn’t at the top of the world; he free falls as it revolves around you.

you always know the right words to say, because right now, he is preening. he’s wearing a big smile, the kind that looks like he’s laughing, but he’s not— almost. the kind that reaches his eyes, shapes them into little crescent moons.

how did he get so lucky?

rehearsals in the morning be damned, he will be fucking you good all night.

you make a noise of confusion when the car swerves into the trees at the side of the road.

“what are we doing here?”

jungkook only spares you a glance. “get in the backseat, baby.”

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softshuji · 1 year

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.......I can't promise that but I can promise that I won't stay mad, that I'll work through it.

-Rindou

Okay... Well, you know how things have been really dangerous lately? Koko said he thought it was too unsafe for me, so he wanted me to leave. He was going to get me a house and everything and because I believe I'm a liability to you...I was on the verge of agreeing.

#hals character anons #🥺my baby #so mature so responsible and adult 👉🏻👈🏻#i love you so much 🥺

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wordsarelife · 5 months

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"why are you always flirting in near death situations?" With Mattheo and bestie reader or girlfriend reader please. I love your imagined so much and this is my first time requesting 🥺

—willow

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

summary: mattheo has a brilliant idea for a date.. not

warnings: mentions of sex, a bit suggestive but no actual smut

notes: this was so fun to write anon, thank you!! please send more of these asks in the future! at the moment i mostly enjoy writing for mattheo or theo (or theo and belle -> from my fic call it what you want)

"this was the stupidest idea ever" you mumbled walking next to mattheo "you really outdid yourself this time"

"isn't it romantic?" he gestured in the air around you

you looked around confused "horrifying is more the word i would use"

"don't be so negative all the time" mattheo outstretched his arm and intertwined your fingers "this is the perfect spot for a quickie" he smirked

"you disgust me" you rolled your eyes, while still watching around you uncertain. mattheo had dragged you outside for a walk. in the forbidden forest. at night. "you really are pushing your luck"

"ahh" mattheo almost made a noise that sounded like a giggle "you wouldn't leave me"

"go on with that behaviour and you'll find out" you smiled sarcastically. mattheo relaxed when you squeezed his hand "can we please go back now?" you muttered

"are you scared?" mattheo laughed

"of course not" you shook your head "i just don't want to explain why my boyfriend disappeared"

"are you planning to murder me?"

"no body, no crime" you shrugged

"yeah.." mattheo trailed off and you grew suspicious

"matty?" you asked

"huh?"

"you do know where we are... right?"

"pfff" mattheo looked behind you "of course" he raised his arm to point in a general direction "there's that thing back there"

"you have no idea" you sighed, more to yourself than to him

"i was busy looking at you"

"don't do this right now" you breathed "this is just great" you turned around, trying to find a hint of the way that would lead you back to the castle "did you never read hansel and gretel?"

"what?" he asked flabbergasted

"the muggle tale about the siblings getting lost in the forest, who find their way back using bread crumbs" you got a bit heated and started speaking louder

"no?" mattheo replied offended "why would i?"

"because we are in the exact same position as they were, aren't we? where are our bread crumbs?"

"i'm not sure what you mean, the kitchen has been closed for hours" he said confused

"i'm not talking about actual bread crumbs" you replied frustrated while messaging the space between your eyebrows.

"ooh, yeah.. i understand what you mean" matty nodded and for a short second you had the hope that he put a bit of planning into this idiotic idea "whatever the equivalent of bread crumbs is.. i did not bring it" mattheo admitted and shrank under your gaze

"did you bring anything? a map at least?"

"ehh.. no"

"what was your plan exactly, matty?" you crossed your arms

"well" mattheo said, scratching his neck "my plan was to come here and have sex behind a tree. yeah.. that was it"

"do you ever think with your head?"

"not about you, no"

"okay" you tried to calm yourself down "i'm gonna get us out of here"

"i'm so proud to have such a brilliant girlfriend"

"flattering won't get you anywhere tonight, baby" even though his strategy didn't work, mattheo was glad that you didn't seem as angry as before

"sure" he nodded "what are we gonna do"

"first we're--" you paused, suddenly noticing something that send a shiver down your spine

"baby?" mattheo asked, confused why you had suddenly stopped talking "is everything alright?"

"no" you shook your head, before you grabbed his arms, gently turning him around so he could see what you did

"shit" mattheo said as he noticed the webs and the signs, that had warnings of spiders plastered all over them

"this is my worst nightmare" you panicked. there was nothing, really nothing in the world you were more scared of than spiders. mattheo knew that. his eyes softened as he noticed you shaking and grabbing at his hand.

"don't worry" mattheo whispered to calm you down, suddenly remembering something very important "i did bring a map" he took out a parchment and held it in your direction. theo had been as impressed as you by mattheo's stupid idea, so he had drawn a map, just to make sure you both would survive the night. "theo coulnd't talk me out of it, but he gave me this"

"i need to tell theo that i love him" you said relieved. theo's handwriting was neat, so you had no problem to read what he had drawn.

"this kinda turns me off, baby"

you send mattheo a look. "you better be kidding. why are you even turned on in the first place?"

"you look so hot in that dress" mattheo smiled "my pretty lady" he kissed you on the neck longingly

"why are you always flirting in near death situations?" you asked, impressed how he was still able to concentrate on sex while you were literally surrounded by possible danger

"we're not dying, are we?"

"i suppose?"

"i will never not get turned on by you as long as i can breath"

"matty" you giggled as he sucked on your sweet spot "i'm not gonna have sex with you right now and definitely not here"

"too bad" mattheo acted disappointed "how about my room? i'll get rid of theo"

"don't you think he already did enough for us tonight?" you asked, raising theo's map "we can go to my room" you sighed "but get us out of here first"

"yes ma'am"

#mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle smut #benjamin wadsworth #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harrypotterimagine #harry potter #slytherin #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #theo nott x reader

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awlumii · 2 years

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psst, jupiter

for u :D *hands u a tiny paper bouquet*

recently had an art project that included cutting lots of colored paper and i've just been making tiny bouquets out of it so that the paper doesn't go to waste-

good morning! i hope that u have a lovely day today! (also i wanna see tomo pics !! cats are cute but i have a 2 year old shih tzu that acts a lot like a cat instead- she plays with our neighbours cats a lot jdhjdje)

- 🐳

thank you so much 🥺💐

tomo pics btc!

it's well into the afternoon now, but today's been pretty productive so far, i suppose! i had to leave tomo by himself so i could go and get stuff for him, but before i left, i was sitting cross-legged on the floor and he made himself suuuper comfortable 🥺 and now he's in my closet on a box beneath my clothes in the dark.. he hasn't moved in a while, so i've left him to his devices 💗

#[ 📭 — incoming! ]#🐳 anon #tomo's my special baby boy 🥺#my actual fucking son #i love him so goddamn much

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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months

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Halloween hcs for a Witch!Reader who makes a pact with Demon!Freminet/Scaramouche/Albedo and uses his magical obedience to make his pussy come and squirt on command

Hhhhnnngghh I forgot how much I enjoy scenarios like this 🥴 Everyone is 20+ as per usual~

I hope these are to your liking, dear anon ❤️

Freminet

Oh this poor little thing...you just love to ruin him when he least expects it

Using your pact to call him to your location and luring him into a false sense of security by acting sweet and sitting him in your lap for cuddles

Then when Freminet has relaxed you'll activate the seal on your hand and whisper in a commanding tone “Cum for me, darling”

And the little demon throws his head back so hard, his pussy clenched around nothing at all while a powerful orgasm hits him

Freminet will beg so sweetly for you to stick something inside, anything at all, just...fill him up please? 🥺

“Pl-please....need your fingers...need you insiiaaahhh—!! ” He'll cry out while you command him to cum untouched once again, the intensity of it all causes his vision to turn all fuzzy

You oblige him, torturously though. Shoving your fingers deep within his wet cunt and fingering Freminet roughly until he shouts out, “C-close!! Aaahh—!! Y/n! ”

He's so soooo embarrassed when you force his little pussy to squirt

Painfully clawing at your wrist while you finger his hole open and make him squirt harder

And of course after you've tortured him to hell and back (pun intended) you'll soothe the little demon and take care of him while he recovers from his orgasms 💙

Scaramouche

A bratty little thing like Scara honestly deserves something like this

He's in the middle of chastising you for some reason or another when your thumb presses against the seal on your palm, activating your control over him

All it takes is you uttering a single word, “Cum”

Scaramouche's eyes widen in shock as he feels slick cum drip out of his cunt, his thighs shaking the entire time his orgasm lasts

“Wh-what the fuck....was- aaahh!! Why did you–?” The poor thing is dumbfounded as the realization hits him; you forced him to cum just to make him shut up

Scara is about to berate you again when you repeat the command, smirking down at the man while he sinks to his knees. His legs no longer able to support him from cumming a second time within a few minutes

He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, a fierce look shooting daggers at you despite that fact. And you surprise him yet again with the words, “Squirt for me, baby. Make a mess all over the floor then clean it up ”

Unable to refuse your order, the bratty demon gushes all over himself. His shorts and panties are soaked and dripping all over the floor underneath him, creating a puddle of wetness

His torso falls forward onto the ground, causing his ass to stick up in the air as another wave hits him and his pretty pussy squirts again, his shrill wailing fills the room from pure pleasure

After a minute of letting him catch his breath you'll circle around behind him and touch his wet cunt, his body jolting from overstimulation at the tiny bit of contact

Maybe he learned his lesson this time, maybe not. His fate all depends on how hard he can beg for forgiveness now~ 💜

Albedo

How lucky you are to have a demon prince under your command. How delicious it is to force your prince to cum whenever you think he should

Bending Albedo over your desk and fucking into him. Not allowing him to cum unless it's from your command 😳

He's stuffed completely full, moaning like a whore, and then you force him to gush all over the tile floor

His little cheeks heat up uncomfortably while you coo in his ear, “Aaaww, did my little prince make a mess? How about you do it again, squirt for me, Albedo. Show me how much your pussy craves being stretched and fucked~”

Albedo's hands slam on the desk and claw at the wood as he's forced to cum again, white hot pleasure consuming his very being

Maybe you'll grab him by the horns and use them as leverage to fuck into his cunt harder, but only if he begs~ 💛

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