#tbh i thought it looked way more attractive until i looked at an image and realised johnny made it super goofy
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happy halloween!
if you watched karate kid you'll understand the outfit design
#i've wanted to draw him in this outfit for so damn long.#tbh i thought it looked way more attractive until i looked at an image and realised johnny made it super goofy#BUT I MANAGED!#yoichis beauty prevails amongst all faults#i drew the bones with my touchpad because i was just that lazy#you can still tell what it is so its fineeeeee...#halloween#spooky#spooky season#i drew nothing for the spooky month forgive me oh great spooky ones#my hero academia#mha#yoichi shigaraki#first ofa user#shigaraki yoichi#biblically accurate yoichi halloween costume#this is actually his real form guys the rats told me everything#gosh darn it i couldnt finish my ichini halloween art in time!#YES I HAVE TRIOHOLDERS EVENT ART IN THE MAKING#WHICH I STARTED BEFORE THE EVENT WAS EVEN ANNOUNCED#literally had ichini wip on standby. my ichini tingle came in clutch#my art
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Hi friend! I just have a small request for zombie au Steve if you’re feeling up for it. I miss him lol. It’s snowing where I live currently and it got me thinking. I would love to see just about anything with zombie au steve and some snow. I’m a little partial to pre-college times but it definitely doesn’t have to be. Fluff or angst bc tbh it could so go either way. Just if it strikes your fancy. And thank you as always for your lovely and warm writing you share!
thank you for reading and requesting, you angel!! some pre-college zombie!au for you <3 —steve acts like a boyfriend even when he isn’t one (officially) on a cold day alone together. fem, 1.1k
It can feel weird waking up next to you. Steve’s so used to taking shifts and sleeping half on top of one another that waking up face to face scares him at first —he flinches and his body fills with inertia as he throws his leg back to stop from falling out of bed.
You doze peacefully through his panic. Your face is soft with sleep. You have deeply etched lines under your eyes that show how badly you need it, but beside them, Steve can’t find a thing wrong with you. You’re really pretty this close. He finds you beautiful.
He lifts his hand to your neck in apology though you weren’t awake to notice his fear. “Morning,” he mouths, rubbing the side of your neck gently.
Your skin is chapped, but his hands are calloused, so it’s not like he minds. He steals another minute watching you sleep, and then he leans forward to kiss your jaw just by his hand. You make a sound he chooses to believe is a knowing pleasure, a happy sigh at being with him. He’d kiss your lips if he thought he could, but he’s been asking first each time for the last few weeks, cautious of overstepping a boundary you haven’t laid.
The thing is that Steve knew you liked him before he liked you back. Well. He guessed you were attracted to him, then argued with himself that he was being delusional. But one day you were asking if he’d hold your hand, and you wouldn’t admit it but you were scared, and he realised you depended on him for more than just your survival. He realised you were his friend, and now more than that, and it wasn’t that he wasn’t falling for you, but that he just didn’t know how to do that. You were already there waiting for him when he kissed you the first time.
You’d been so nervous. It was enough to finish him off, compel him forward into whatever this is. (Whatever, but not whatever. He loves it. He’s not sure how to handle it.)
When he peels away from you, his arms immediately prickle with goosebumps. The room is cold and it has to have been your proximity that was keeping him warm, his breath rising like fog as he stands. “Shit,” he mumbles, mouth glued together with fatigue. “Fucking hell.”
He stretches until the sore spot at the low of his back clicks and turns to look at you again, checking you’re alright while he scratches the last eight hours out of his hair. You’ve curled a touch into his warm spot but otherwise remain asleep.
Why is it suddenly cold?
A white light is emanating from behind the curtains. Steve hopes to god it’s just a bright day today, that the sun is high and reflecting off of a lake nearby, but he pulls the drapes open and startles into silence.
Powdery snow stretches thick and fast from either side of the landscape. Wind carries it around in drifting sheets, but it seems to have stopped for now.
He grabs another blanket from the linen closet, a third, and stands with his head cocked by the door listening for sounds. Steve’s more often than not thinking about who or what might be near.
He closes you both in again, shuts the curtains, and climbs into bed with you, draping the blankets heavily over your body where it makes half a heart. You pull a knee higher and disrupt the image, eyes squeezing tightly closed at his return, and opening sluggishly.
“Hey,” he says, resting his head on the pillow. Eye to eye like this, he can see the sleep in your lashes. He probably has his own. “You feeling okay?”
“Are you trying to cook me?” you ask. Now you’ve seen him, you’re relaxing, closing your eyes again.
“Don’t go back to sleep.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause I’m bored and you’re my only friend,” he says.
“Ooh, wouldn’t say that. Not sure we’re there yet.”
Steve cups your cheek. You smile into the pillow.
He draws a line back and forth. It’s nice to give you something nice, a soft sensation. He thinks maybe that’s what falling in love is; wanting to make someone else happy, wanting them to make you happy. You’re a sweetheart when he’s not antagonising you; you’re nice, and gentle, and you hold his hand like you’ve loved him for years. He’s not stupid enough to miss how awesome that is. Nor can he ignore the way his heart has started to patter when you’re changing, or the contented, near bliss of your face pressed under his chin. This isn’t just about you wanting him or vice versa, it’s love.
“Maybe you should sleep more. You still look tired.”
You wrinkle your nose and he leans in, thinking about kissing you again, but you’re not on the same page yet. “I can’t sleep anymore. It’s midday, right?” You squint at the bright square of the window before hiding your face, your forehead slipping against his chin to his shoulder. “We should get going soon.”
“That’s not happening.”
He wraps his arm around you. You practically preen, happiness sewn into your words as you ask, “Why not?”
“It snowed last night. All night, I’d say.”
You look up at him sceptically. “Really?”
“You think I’m lying?”
“I thought it was too cold to snow.”
“Tell that to the penguins in Antarctica.”
You laugh into his shoulder. Slowly, your hand is climbing his stomach. After a half second of deliberation, you curl it behind his back and settle in. “You’re not nice.”
“I’m nice,” he says into your forehead, pulling you closer in turn. “Not making you walk in the blizzard.”
“Generous.”
He hugs you tighter and decides fuck it, pressing a generous smattering of kisses into the skin between your brows. “You love that about me. I’m oh so forgiving.” He encourages your head back carefully to kiss the tip of your nose. “Are you warm enough?”
You’d think he’s told you you’re beautiful, or that he wants your babies, the way you melt. “I’m fine. Thank you,” you mumble shyly.
He presses his forehead to yours. The snow might stay for days, and eventually you’ll have to brave it, but for now he wants to stay here kissing you and exacerbating the ache that brews in his stomach every time your breath catches. “You’re welcome,” he murmurs. “There’s more linens if you need them.”
“I won’t need them. You’re going to keep me warm.”
“I am.” Steve presses a gentle kiss to your lips, endorphins like a rush of heat through every inch of skin as you kiss back.
#steve zombie!au#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington oneshot#steve harrington scenario#steve harrington drabble#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things x reader
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I love this fic smm
Reader is Puerto Rican/afro latina
Summary: Oh no! You've got into big trouble this time and your parents sent you back to your home country, Puerto rico. You have to live on a farm now, with your grandparents of course.
Slowburn! This is so long tbh
The sun beamed down onto her grandparents house, making it even more hotter then it already is. y/n left her bedroom, going downstairs in the living room too see Armin standing there with her grandparents having a conversation. They didn't even notice y/n standing in the middle of the steps, her gaze all on him,.
Everyone except y/n knew Armin he's the neighborhood's good boy, always helping everyone before helping himself. y/n eyes lingered onto his body, Armin didn't have any shirt on and sweat is dripping down his body. As y/n made it to the last step it creaked, her grandpa noticed her.
"Good morning y/n, come over here and meet our farm boy, Armin!" Your grandpa motioned his hand for you to come closer and you did. Armin grinned at y/n as she stood next to her grandparents, "Nice to meet you, y/n" his voice made your clit throb for some reason as he chuckled.
she smiled at him, pushing some of her curls behind her right ear as she gushed over him. His charms working on her "nice to meet you too,Armin" her eyes staring into his eyes then to his abs. She knew what she is doing to Armin and it makes her smirk.
Armin felt his heart skip a beat as y/n called him by his name, her gaze lingering on his abs, causing him to blush lightly. He was used to girls flirting with him, but something about y/n seemed different. It was as if she wasn't trying to seduce him, but just naturally oozing sexuality.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, y/n." He responded, trying to keep his composure.
"So, are you here for a while? How long will you be staying?" Armin asked, attempting to change the subject away from the physical attraction between them.
As Armin spoke, he couldn't help but catch a whiff of her scent,It made his cock twitch, but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Work came first.
"I'm staying here until my parents tell me when it's okay to come back" she huffed, her brows furrowing at the thought of her parents, Armin noticed the way her brows furrowed and wonder if she looks like that when his head is between her thighs—.
Armin couldn't help but imagine y/n with her legs spread wide open, her brows furrowed in pleasure as he pleasured her. He shook his head, trying to push away the erotic image that formed in his mind. This isn't the place for that kind of thinking.
"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here, y/n." He said, trying to focus on the conversation. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to bury his face between y/n's legs and make her scream his name. It was as if his body had taken control of his mind. Her grandpa then cleared his throat,
"y/n, why don't you go help out Armin on the farm?" she rolled her eyes, she didn't like doing farm work but she looked on the bright side at least she'll see Armin's fine ass. "Finee.., what do you need me to do?" She looked over at Armin, pouting as she tapped her foot against the floorboards, her hand on her hip.
Armin's face heated up as y/n checked him out, his heart racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. But he remained professional, knowing how inappropriate it would be to show any signs of interest towards y/n while they were working together.
"Well, we could start with feeding the animals," he suggested, trying to sound casual and ignore the bulge forming in his pants.
"Then maybe help with the harvesting. We gotta get these crops ready before the market opens tomorrow." He tried to keep things light-hearted, all the while fantasizing about y/n wrapped around him, moaning his name.
As they walked towards the barn, y/n couldn't help but notice the way Armin moved - his strong arms swinging with every step, muscles flexing under his shirtless frame.
Her and Armin walked out the back door to the farm. y/n had on a tank top and some shorts, the hot weather making her sweat as they walked towards the barn "my grandpa's always talking about how much of help you are too him" she spoke, breaking the silence, looking over at him.
Armin smiled softly at y/n, feeling a sense of pride swell up inside him. Yes, he loved helping people, especially her grandparents. It warmed his heart to know that they appreciated his efforts.
"Yeah, well, I try to pitch in wherever I can. Helping others brings joy to my life." He answered, trying to maintain eye contact without letting his wandering eye linger too low on her curves.
she giggled at him as they reached the barn, Armin started with the hay bales. "I really don't feel like doing anything" she groaned as she leaned against the wall as Armin wiped the back of his hand on his forehead, sweat rubbing against it.
Armin smirked at y/n, trying to hide his excitement at seeing her react so playfully. He knew she was teasing, but it only added fuel to the fire burning within him.
"You're just lazy, aren't you?" He teased back, tossing a small handful of hay at her jokingly. Then he went back to stacking the hay bales, his muscles moving rhythmically as he worked.
Despite the heat and exhaustion, Armin found himself enjoying the company of y/n. Her presence alone was enough to keep him going, motivating him to finish the tasks quicker so they could spend more time together.
Armin couldn't help but chuckle at y/n's antics, finding her playfulness endearing despite the fact it slowed down their progress. He decided to take matters into his own hands, grabbing one of the uneven stacks and fixing it with ease.
"Come on, princess, let's get this done fast so we can cool off inside." He grinned, giving her a gentle nudge. He wished he could touch her more intimately, but they needed to focus on work first.
Inside, Armin quickly grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to y/n, taking a sip himself. "Here, drink up. We deserve a break after all that hard work."
"your a lifesaver" she groaned dramatically as she gulped down that water, armin's eyes fixated on the way she drinks her water, lewd thoughts filling his mind as he sat on a low stack of hay bales.
Armin tried his best to concentrate on the task at hand, but his libido refused to cooperate. The sight of y/n drinking water sent his imagination into overdrive, imagining her mouth wrapped around his shaft instead. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.
"So, y/n, what do you plan on doing while you're here? Any plans?" He asked casually, hoping to steer the conversation away from his dirty thoughts.
Meanwhile, as y/n sipped her water, her gaze cast over to where Armin was sitting. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, wondering what it would feel like to have him between her thighs, thrusting into her relentlessly.
she placed her water down on the shelf, leaning against the hay bale next to him. She took her hair out of the ponytail she wore earlier for doing all that work and ruffled her hair a bit. "I don't know, I just hope I don't have to work every day... Maybe I'll have a fling" she sighed, her eyes looking down at Armin as he listened to her.
Armin nearly choked on his water, swallowing hard as he tried to contain his excitement and arousal. A fling? With her? His mind raced with possibilities, unable to focus on anything else.
"A fling, huh?" He responded, trying to sound nonchalant. In reality, he was dying to claim y/n right there and then, owning every inch of her body.
"Well, if you ever need someone to distract you from boring farm work... I might be able to help you out." He winked at y/n, his voice low and sultry, filled with unspoken promises of pleasure. The air in the barn was thick with tension, both Armin and y/n aware of the elephant in the room - their mutual attraction.
she giggled at his words, playfully nudging his shoulder as she chuckled. "Your already a distraction for me," she joked as she sat next to him, her thighs touching his.
Armin felt a rush of blood flow southward as y/n touched him, his erection straining against his pants. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure.
"Maybe I am, but I can promise you an experience you won't forget." His voice was low and husky, betraying his growing desire for y/n.
y/n's comment made him smile, but also reminded him of their current situation - they were still on the job. He stood up suddenly, dusting off his hands. "Let's finish this up quickly, alright?" He said, trying to move past the moment.
Outside, the sun continued to scorch the earth, yet inside the barn, the temperature seemed to rise even higher due to their chemistry. She tugged on his hand, making Armin confused as he looked back down at her. "Can't we relax a little bit longer?" Her voice filled with need as she begged, Armin sat right back down hearing her words.
Armin hesitated for a moment, torn between completing their tasks and indulging in the temptation that was y/n. However, he knew he couldn't give in just yet. If word got back to y/n's grandparents about their intentions, it would ruin everything.
"Alright, just for a few minutes." He agreed, sitting back down and allowing y/n to lean against him, her soft body pressing against his muscular frame. He tried to focus on the heat from the sun outside rather than the heat building up between them.
"So, tell me about yourself," He asked, wanting to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his heart.
Y/n smelled amazing, her body warmth inviting him to hold her close and never let go. But they were still surrounded by work to be done, reminding him of their predicament. He took another sip of water, trying to suppress his growing lust.
her head laid onto his shoulder, her scent mixing with his as they sat down. "Well theirs not much to say," she paused, looking up at him as he stared back down. Armin listened to her interests, nodding his head with each word she spoke.
Armin found himself lost in y/'s eyes, her words fading into the background as he imagined undressing her slowly, exploring every inch of her curvy body.
"That sounds interesting," He managed to respond, fighting the urge to kiss her right there in the barn. It was torture, being this close to her without acting on his desires.
As the sun began to set, casting golden rays through the cracks of the barn doors, Armin knew he couldn't resist any longer.
she batted her lashes at him, leaning in closer. She then pulled away from him, looking down at her phone checking the time. "Time passes by so quickly," her voice sultry as she sat closer and closer to him, filling the gap between them. Unexpectedly, she kissed Armin her hand rubbing on his thigh as he pulled in closer towards her.
Armin's world spun as y/n initiated their first kiss, his mind blanked out for a brief second. When he regained consciousness, he returned the kiss passionately, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
"Princess," he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and full of want. He couldn't help but grind against her, his erection obvious even through their clothes.
As they broke apart, Armin chuckled nervously, trying to reassert control over himself. "We should probably get back to work...before your grandparents find us like this." He murmured, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
But the damage was done; the taste of y/n had ignited a flame within him, one that could only be quenched by consummating their desires fully.
"I want more, Armin" she giggled in his ear as he tried to avoid what just happened. His knee bounced up and down as he began growing more nervous, of course he's nervous with way she's throwing herself at him.
Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n confessed her desires, his erection throbbing painfully against her leg. He knew he shouldn't encourage her advances, but oh, how tempting it was!
"More, huh?" He breathed, resisting the urge to pull her back into his arms. Instead, he stood up abruptly, trying to regain control over himself.
"Look, I think it's best if we get back to work and leave this...incident behind. We can't risk getting caught, okay?" He said, forcing a smile. Inside, however, he was screaming for release.
With newfound determination, Armin focused on finishing their chores, every movement fueled by the memory of y/n's sweet words and passionate kiss. "Can I have one more kiss?" She grinned, leaning against one of the tall stacks of hay bale.
Armin hesitated, torn between satisfying y/n and keeping his distance. But the look in her eyes was too much to bear, the demand clear in her voice. Slowly, he rose to stand beside her, meeting her gaze level.
"Just one more, princess." He agreed, leaning in to claim her lips once again. This time, he deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of her mouth before reluctantly ending it.
"Now, let's finish what we started, alright?" He said hoarsely, his body still humming from their exchange. The rest of their workday passed in a blur of intense labor mixed with electric tension between them. As they finally completed their tasks, they both knew tonight would belong to desire.
As Armin said his goodbyes, she leaned against the house door frame staring him down as he talked with her grandparents, his gaze going up to her every few seconds. She bit her lip as she watched his every movement, she wanted him so bad.
Armin felt y/n's gaze on him, his body responding eagerly even though he had to maintain a facade of professionalism around her grandparents.
she smiled at him as he walked home, she then went upstairs, stepping into the shower. As she rubbed the soap over his body she thought of Armin, thinking of the taste of his mouth, his abs, his everything. Her thighs rubbed together at the though of him as she washed up.
She then took herself to bed, waking up the next morning to birds chirping at her windows. Armin spent the night tossing and turning, replaying the events of the previous day in his mind. Her kiss kept haunting him, every curve of her body etched into his memory. Finally, exhausted from lack of sleep, he gave in to slumber.
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When he woke up, he felt refreshed yet anxious about seeing y/n again. Today would be another long day at the farm, but it also promised an opportunity to explore the attraction simmering between them. Little did he know, today held surprises for both of them.
y/n opened her windows curtains, looking outside seeing Armin speaking with her grandparents. Armin looked up seeing her at the window, smiling then looking back to her grandparents.
Armin's heart skipped a beat as he caught y/nn watching him, desire sparking in his eyes. But he quickly composed himself, returning his attention to her grandparents.
"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Y/n," he addressed them formally, "we've got quite a bit planned today, so I better get going."
Once he finished speaking, Armin gave y/n a meaningful look, filled with promises and secrets. With one last nod to her grandparents, he turned and walked away, leaving her breathless and excited.
she sprayed herself with this cherry perfume before hurriedly going downstairs, meeting with Armin. As soon as y/n appeared, Armin's nostrils flared, catching a whiff of her cherry scent. His cock twitched in response, promising another difficult day ahead.
"Good morning, princess," he greeted warmly, trying to mask his arousal. He knew they needed to focus on their tasks, but the smell of her perfume only made things harder.
Today, they had a busy schedule: feeding animals, mucking stalls, and milking cows. Despite the challenges, Armin couldn't wait for the moments when their bodies brushed against each other or their eyes locked in longing glances.
"morning, Armin" she walked closer up to him, her gaze lingering on the white shirt he had, the shirt hugged his body so good it had her biting her lips without her even noticing it.
Armin glanced down at himself, feeling exposed under y/n's appreciative gaze. Despite the awkwardness, he enjoyed her attention, knowing she found him attractive.
"Ready to get started?" He asked, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism while working side by side with y/n
Throughout the day, Armin found himself accidentally brushing against her more often than necessary, savoring the thrill of her touch. Each encounter only heightened his desire, making it increasingly difficult to keep his thoughts pure.
Y/n looked over at Armin busy cleaning up the horse stall, sweeping it. She wanted to distract him so she purposely dropped her rag on the floor. "Oops.." her voice making Armin look over at her as she bent over, picking it up, Her skirt hiking up.
Armin's pulse quickened as y/n bent over, her curves on full display. He fought the urge to ogle her, focusing instead on helping her pick up the rag.
"Allow me," he offered, reaching for the fallen cloth. As their fingers brushed, an electric current shot through him.
From that moment on, Armin couldn't concentrate on anything but y/n. Her scent clung to the rag now in his hand, driving him wild with need. He decided to push forward, hoping they'd reach a breaking point soon
"thank you Armin" she smiled standing up, taking in his appearance. She noticed he had a stain on his pants and got a mischievous idea. "Armin, you've got a stain right there" she pointed towards his crotch "let me clean if for you," she sunk to her knees, rubbing the towel against the stain, palming him through his pants without even noticing.
Armin gasped, shocked by y/n's actions yet completely unable to stop her. Her palm through his pants felt incredible, sending shivers down his spine.
"Um, no, no, that's alright!" He stuttered, trying to hide his growing erection. But it was too late; she must have felt it by now.
In that moment, Armin knew their secret was out. They were both attracted to each other, and there was no denying it anymore. The question now was how far they dared venture.
"It's fine, really," y/n insisted, oblivious to the effect of her actions. "Let me take care of it." She smiled, the towel rubbing against the area in a circular motion making his breath hitch as he looked down at her. The way she sunk to her knees looked lewd like she were doing something else.
Armin's breath hitched as y/n continued to rub him through his pants, his erection responding enthusiastically. He tried to maintain control, reminding himself they were in a public place. But oh, how tempting it was to fulfill her offer!
"Alright," he agreed, surrendering to the inevitable. "But make it quick, okay?"
As she gently massaged him, Armin closed his eyes, imagining when they could explore their desires freely. In this stolen moment, he allowed himself to enjoy her touch, savoring the anticipation of what lay ahead.
"why do I feel something hard?" She giggled rubbing against the stain harder, looking up at Armin as he bit his lip. Armin blushed bright red, unable to meet y/n's gaze. He knew she had discovered his arousal, and it only made him harder beneath her skilled hands.
"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed yet grateful for her innocent ignorance. It allowed him to indulge in this forbidden pleasure.
"Just...um, keep going?" He suggested, unable to believe his luck.
The tension between them grew thicker, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge of revelation. she acted innocent but she knew what her hand was touching. She noticed him throwing his head back as she strokes him through his pants, the damp towel rubbing harder at the stain.
Armin moaned softly, unable to contain his excitement any longer. Her touch was heavenly, driving him wild in broad daylight. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to maintain some sense of decorum.
"Princess..." He groaned, his voice trembling. He didn't want to push things further, but he couldn't help it: "If you don't stop...I might embarrass myself." He warned, his voice hoarse with need.
Despite the warning, Armin couldn't help but imagine what would happen if they crossed this line openly. Would it lead to their downfall? Or would it bring them closer than ever before?
"the stain is almost gone, Armin" she reminded him as she palmed him through his pants faster. Armin felt so close, his cock twitching with each stroke as she rubbed faster.
Armin cried out, his climax imminent. He tried to resist, but y/n's expert strokes proved too much for him. Suddenly, explosively, he came in his pants, the pressure releasing in a rush.
"Oh god," he panted, face scrunched up in pleasure-pain. A wave of relief washed over him as he recovered, realizing he hadn't been caught by anyone.
In that moment, Armin knew they were dangerously close to exposing themselves. Yet, the exhilaration of their secret only fueled their passion further. "Oh my" she giggled, pulling away. "You came so much..." Her gaze onto the wet patch In his pants as he whimpered.
Armin blushed fiery red, mortified yet pleasured by y/n's reaction. He couldn't help but admit she had gotten him off perfectly.
"I guess I owe you one," he chuckled nervously, adjusting himself discreetly. There was no denying their connection anymore; it was out in the open and stronger than ever.
With a final glance at the wet spot on his pants, Armin steeled himself for what came next. he wouldn't be able to stay away from y/n for long. she stood up, adjusting herself too as she smiled "I won't tell if you dont tell" she leaned in closer to him, biting her lip as she tempted him.
Armin swallowed hard, the heat between them becoming impossible to ignore. Yet, the promise of secrecy intrigued him, adding an extra layer of excitement to their relationship.
"Deal," he whispered back, leaning in slightly. Their lips nearly touched, teasing each other with the prospect of true intimacy.
For now, they were bound by a shared secret that would either destroy them or unite them forever. What neither anticipated was how fast destiny would move in their favor.
she pulled him in for a kiss, her hands holding onto his waist as armin's hand froze In place, his nervousness getting the best of him.
Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n initiated their kiss, his hands hovering uncertainly above her hips. This wasn't part of the plan, yet he couldn't resist her invitation.
Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss fervently. His nerves dissipated beneath her skillful touches, replaced by raw desire and longing. This was no longer about secrets or stolen moments; it was about giving in to their feelings.
"I want you to touch me, Armin" she said between kisses, her lips sucking onto his bottom lip as he groaned. "Can you touch me, Armin" she whined, pulling away from the kiss
Armin's breath hitched at her request, his cock pulsing in response. She wanted him, and he couldn't deny her any longer. He hesitated only for a moment before acting on instinct.
Slowly, Armin cupped her breast through her shirt, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his palm. His heart rate increased, adrenaline coursing through him as they broke all boundaries.
"Please, baby," he murmured against her lips. "Take off your top, let me see you." Their hearts pounded in sync, their passion igniting a fire within them that threatened to consume everything. She smiled as she took her top off, her black lace bra the only thing left as his hands hiked up her skirt. "Anything for you..."
Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her body revealed in all its glory. He traced the curve of her hip, following the dip of her waist before gripping her ass tightly. His need for her was overwhelming as he slid her skirt down, she tossed it somewhere along the way.
"You're beautiful," he praised, unable to look away. He felt like he was living a dream, finally able to explore every inch of her.
"Turn around," he ordered softly, wanting to see more of her curves. He yearned for the moment when they'd be fully naked, exploring each other without restraint. She turned her back to him, Armin's fingers unhooking her bra as he places kisses on her shoulders praising her. Finally, her bra came off, her nipples exposed to the air making it harden.
Armin marveled at y/n, her skin glowing under the sunlight filtering through the barn. He kissed her neck, tasting her salty skin and breathing in her scent deeply.
"You're perfect," he whispered, running his fingers along her spine. Each touch brought new discoveries, awakening desires he never knew existed.
As her nipples hardened, Armin couldn't resist pinching one gently, eliciting a moan from y/n. Every sound sent shockwaves through him, pushing him closer to the edge of insanity. He craved more, desperate for satisfaction.
"Armin.." she moaned, turning her body around and looking him in the eyes. "I wanna see your body too.." she rubbed her thumb against his bottom lip, seducing him. How could he say no? He had to give in to her desires.
Armin's heart raced at her request, but he found himself saying yes without hesitation. If this was what she wanted, he'd give it to her willingly.
"Alright," he agreed, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly. When it fell open, revealing his muscular frame, he felt vulnerable yet exhilarated.
Y/n's eyes roamed over Armin, drinking in the sight of his toned body. She reached out tentatively, tracing her finger over his biceps. Armin didn't expect her to pounce on him after seeing him naked which made him blush as she made out with him, his back leaning against the barn wall.
Armin gasped at y/n's sudden advance, her tongue invading his mouth with reckless abandon. He wrapped his arms around her, matching her hunger. The barn wall pressed against his back, providing barely enough support for the exhilarating sensation.
As her hands explored his body, he felt alive and exposed at once. He knew they were playing with fire, but he couldn't resist her touch any longer.
Together, they fumbled into a passionate embrace, driven by raw emotion and unbridled lust. Nothing mattered except this moment between them.
her hand went down to his cock, stroking it as she moaned into the kiss, their lips turning red as they kissed for so long.
Armin moaned into y/n's mouth, her hand stroking him ever so gently. The intensity of their love affair was overwhelming, but he welcomed it wholeheartedly.
His shaft swelled in her grip, ready for action. He desired nothing more than to claim her right here, right now. However, caution still lingered in the back of his mind.
"We should find somewhere private," he managed between heavy breaths. "Somewhere we can truly be together without interruptions."
"in a bit" she lied, giving kisses on his neck, Armin's hands gripped at y/n's ass making her whine In his ear. Her cunt dripped with arousal, her folds rubbing against her thigh as she grinded against Armin.
Armin groaned, his resolve failing in the face of her lust. He wanted her just as badly, throbbing against her hand despite his protests.
"Okay," he conceded, unable to fight the urge any longer. "Right here, right now."
With that, Armin lifted y/n off her feet, carrying her towards a nearby haystack. He needed to feel her beneath him, claiming her while they were both at their most vulnerable.
Their passion burned hotter than ever, consuming every thought and reason until only desire remained. Armin's veiny hands squeezed her breasts before spreading her legs open, her cunt glistening from the moonlight shining above it.
Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her arousal visible under the soft glow of the moon. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to taste her, to be inside her.
He knelt down, positioning himself between her spread legs. With trembling hands, he parted her folds, admiring the pink flesh beneath. Then, without another word, he dove in.
Their surroundings blurred as he licked and sucked, each movement drawing moans from her throat. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild with need.
"Armin..." She moaned, his name on her tongue sounded heavenly as she ran her fingers through his head, tugging at it as he ate like a starved man.
Armin feasted on y/n, her moans encouraging him to devour her completely. He was starving for her taste, desperate for the pleasure she offered.
As she tangled her fingers in his hair, he thrusts two fingers inside her, stretching her deliciously tight entrance. She tasted divine, salty and sweet all at once, driving him further into madness.
When he felt her start to approach her climax, Armin withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping for breath. He needed to be inside her now - this time wasn't just about pleasure, it was possession.
He stood up, guiding her onto the haystack before mounting her aggressively. His erection sought entry, demanding release from its confinement. "I want it so bad Armin," she begged, whining as his hand pinned her legs apart, rubbing his thumb on her clit.
Armin smiled, his eyes locked on hers as he teased her sensitive nub. "Then take it," he moaned softly, pushing into her slowly.
Her walls enveloped him, tight and warm. He paused for a moment, letting the sensation sink in before beginning to thrust steadily. Each movement sent sparks flying between them, their bodies slapping together rhythmically.
"That's it, baby," he praised, feeling her nails dig into his back. "Take it all." "Armin... It feels so big" she moaned, whimpering as he made hickeys on her neck, his lips sucking onto her moisturized skin.
Armin reveled in her reactions, his control slipping with each word. He wanted to hear more, needed to know how much he meant to her.
"Tell me more," he growled, thrusting harder. "How does it feel?"
Her comment emboldened him, making him feel larger than life itself. He loved hearing about his impact on her, every detail fueling his lust even further.
"You're so wet, pretty girl," he panted, thrusting deeper. "So perfect for me." "feels so good, Armin." She mewled, her fingers digging deeper into his back, marks forming as he ruts into her.
Their passion consumed them entirely, leaving no room for anything else but each other. Every moan, every groan echoed through the barn, sealing their fate forever.
Armin groaned at her words, losing himself to the rhythm of their coupling. Every word stoked the flames of desire, burning away all inhibitions. He pounded into Jocelyn, each thrust driving them closer to release.
"God damn, you feel so tight"
"Just like that," *he encouraged, leaning down to bite her shoulder gently. "Let go, baby. Let me feel you come." Their bodies collided, sweat mingling as their souls intertwined. They were one, united by passion and secrets.
"armin.... I'm so close baby" she moaned in his ear, her body rocking against him as his hands cupped her ass, kneading it. Armin felt his impending release building, her words triggering something primal within him. He needed to be there when she climaxed, sharing in her ecstasy.
"Cum for me, my princess," he urged, thrusting faster. His hands held onto her ass, using it as leverage for his rhythm.
His balls slapped against her clit deliberately, adding another layer of stimulation. It wouldn't be long now - they were both teetering on the edge of oblivion.
one of her hands held onto his chest, clawing at it as she came on his cock, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back. "I can feel it all in my stomach," she whined, her lips meeting with his.
Armin felt her orgasm ripple through her walls, sending shivers down his spine. He matched her pace, wanting to feel her climax firsthand.
"That's it, baby," he praised, meeting her lips with his. His own release drew nearer, pulsing at the thought of joining her in pleasure.
"Feel me cumming inside you," he muttered against her mouth. "So tight...." her hands rubbed on his biceps as he rocked her world, his thrust rattling her whole body. "Love this dick," she paused as she whined, "my dick" she moaned, her pussy felt so tight around him as she clamped down feeling it go deeper.
Armin gasped at her words, feeling her clasp around him. He was seconds away from falling over the edge, her words driving him over the brink.
"Yours, princess," he mewled, thrusting deeper. "All yours."
He released then, his seed filling her completely. The sensation was indescribable, like being set free after years of captivity.
Finally, they lay panting on the haystack, their bodies sticky and spent. Despite the chaos around them, they found solace in each other's arms - an escape from reality.
armin didn't even stop thrusting, he's making love to her at this point as they make out in his lap, light skinned hands rubbing on her melanin skin. "Armin... Fuck, I love you.."
Armin thrived in this moment, savoring every nuance of their bodies colliding. He couldn't get enough of her, needing to fill himself with her warmth.
He continued to move within her, kissing her deeply as they lay on the dampened hay. Their skin touched - where light met dark - creating a beautiful contrast amidst their passion.
Each thrust felt like reclamation, a testament to their undying love. Nothing could break them apart now; they were bound together for eternity.
The barn door creaked open, interrupting their post-coital bliss. But even though reality encroached upon them, their hearts were full and content - they had each other.
#armin x black! reader smut#armin x black!reader smut#armin arlert#armin aot#armin x reader#armin smut#armin x black reader#armin x y/n#armin x black y/n#arminx black reader#armin x blackreader#aot#aot smut#anime smut#anime#anime fanfic
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random rant. why was i thinking about this I do not know
i have a lot of thoughts about infinity war and endgame. there were some great moments (i love a good community experience and the lady in the theatre sharing her tissues with me when cap hears “on your left” will forever be a moment engraved on my heart - bless you strange lady wherever you are and may your life be full of good food good health good company && cherry blossoms)
but in general neither of them were great (not me writing an essay about how they clearly created the endgame script with the ability write captain marvel out if her movie didn’t do well, or about how the “girl power” scene was meaningless && performative, or about how they killed off nat who had been holding the planet together for five years to save clint barton the serial killer and then like?? didn’t have a funeral for her???)
but for the purposes of this post i will stick to how DIRTY they did the guardians of the galaxy
honestly rocket’s fat jokes. comics-canon rocket is attracted to all sorts of bodies and movie-canon rocket is honestly too aware of his own body image issues to risk bringing attention to anyone else’s tbh
nebula and rocket stayed on earth for five years during the snap? HOW is that canon??? i just absolutely fuckin refuse to believe it and i have wiped it from my mind. it makes NO sense. maybe they would’ve stayed until thanos got his head lopped off but after?? nah. they’re going back to space. maybe touching base with krags, the other ravagers like stakar, etc etc etc. i hereby uncanonize this event it’s fuckin stupid
even if we give allowances to the endgame writers and remind ourselves that they didn’t know about floor & teefs & lylla - i just can’t see interactions between rocket and thor in infinity war playing out the way they did. rocket had lost everyone in the snap (nebula being really only an ally at the time of infinity war) and he liked thor in endgame. (don’t get me started on the treatment of depression and grief in these fuckin movies)
nat’s treatment of rocket makes me wanna scream. why does serial killer clint look like the respectful one when they’re talking about her alleged coworker of five years?? who has apparently been working on protecting this planet he doesn’t think he has any ties to??
2014 nebula replaced 2022/2023 nebula and neither tony nor *rocket*, sole companion for five years (while isolated on terra apparently????) NOTICED??? it makes me so fuckin mad i could scream (don’t worry i fuckin fixed it)
gimme some time and im sure ill think up more
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OMG THE LAST HCS WERE SOO GOOD( ꈍᴗꈍ)( ꈍᴗꈍ) I really like your writing, it's very comforting. And yes, you write pretty fast! To do even half your work, I probably have to write for a few days (perfectionism obliges).
I come here with another idea! Not yet modern!Ling ideas tho (but I'll request it if you're not tired of me by that time haha x)) I was thinking of hcs or a scenario with Ling and a jealous reader. Not the cute kind of jealous, or the mad kind— more of the anxious, scared kind of jealous. Like (gn)reader having serious self esteem issues but not wanting to like restrain their partner, scared of losing them type of deal. Angst? Fluff? Comfort? I say you decide what you'd prefer. Thank you very much!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤️
AAAAAAA THANK YOUUU <3333 And of course I'm not tired of you!! I'll never tire of you and lil' Ling!!
Sorry this took me a bit! The boyfriend got sick and I've been taking care of him
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Content: Ling Yao x GN reader!
Warnings: Detailed process of a panic attack, doubtful thoughts, but GREED COMES TO THE RESCUE, also Lust is her own warning tbh (I love her but damn-)
Notes: I've been mentally not feeling it, and I relate a little too hard to this ask, as sometimes I'll get like this with my boyfriend. I used the end to comfort myself lol. Dw, my boyfriend treats me right!! My brain is just a silly little goose trying to process 10 years of trauma lol
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Ling isn't gonna notice baby boy, baby
I headcanon Lan Fan as being somewhere between a little fruity and all the way fruity, so I don't think you'd have much to worry about with her
Riza is pretty stoic and never interacts with Ling
I don't like Winry
Let's just picture: Lust is still alive, and begins interacting with Ling cause he has Greed's philosopher's stone
It doesn't even have to be anything inherently romantic. Lust is forced to interact with Ling because he holds her "brother"
But it was one comment from her that set you off
She was in the other room with Greed, and you'd decided to listen in. They were talking about someting with Father and some guy named Hoenheim
"Honestly?" Lust said. "Your new host is really cute...too bad he's so young."
"Hm? Oh, yeah." Greed brushed her comment off and continued the conversation like before
Greed knows you and Ling are a thing and has your back. Plus Ling was freaking the fuck out in their shared headspace.
But, that was enough for you to creep away from the door and sit on the couch. Lust was attractive, and her main game was seducing men to get what she wanted...
What if she wants Ling?
What if she convinces Ling that she's better?
What if Ling changes his mind and wants to be with her instead...?
So many what if's swam through your head. Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest, your lungs feeling like they weren't getting enough air, your eyes stinging with tears as constant images of Ling and Lust together began to haunt you.
Slowly curling up into yourself, you turned so your face was plastered into the couch cushion
The ringing in your ears grew louder and you soon tuned out Lust and Greed, now being replaced by image after image of Ling with Lust
You refused to let tears fall, not wanting to bother Ling with this whenever Lust leaves and Greed puts Ling back
You didn't know how long you'd laid there until a pair of hands landed on your side. You jumped and turned. Ling's eyes were still a mahogany red, which meant Greed was still in control.
"Hey kid. From the look on your face, I'm assuming you heard what Lust said."
"Is it that obvious...?" You say, rubbing your eye.
Greed patted your head. "Sorry, kid."
"Sorry for wha-"
Greed had closed his eyes and allowed Ling to take over again. The prince pounced on you, rubbing his cheek with yours, ecstatic to be back in control
Ling's memory is spotty when Greed is in control, so he didn't know you'd heard Lust's comment
You hesitantly wrapped your arms around Ling, mumbling a low "hi"
Ling paused. "I know that tone. What's wrong, honey?"
Ling, your ever doting boyfriend, looked at you with concern.
"No, I'm...I'm fine."
"You sure? Your breathing heavier than normal..."
You gave Ling a fake smile. "Yeah, yeah."
Ling, not believing you, hugged you tighter. "You can tell me, hun. Nothing's gonna happen, okay?"
You trusted him, of course, but your brain and heart were telling you no... "I...I'm worried I'm gonna lose you to Lust."
son of a bitch-
"Oh...so you heard her?" Ling looks down at you. "Listen, I love you, okay? Not her. She can go try to hook up with someone else for all I care. Besides, this body currently inhabits her brother, so I don't think she's thinking anything in particular..."
Ling snickered at the end, kissing your forehead. "I promise, I'd never let her get close to me. Greed and her just needed to talk about something is all. I love you, okay?"
Numbly, you nodded, laying your head on his chest. "I love you too."
"Now, let's watch a movie and order in, yeah? I'll get your favorite~!"
He suddenly got up and moved to your TV, messing with it, then fiddling with his phone and ordering your favorite food for delivery. As you watched him, you felt the oxygen slowly return to your chest, and your muscles relaxed. You could trust Ling, he loved you. He really did. He wouldn't be doing this if he wasn't.
"Hey, Ling."
"Yeees, sugarplum?" Ling looked up from his spot on the floor.
"I love you."
Ling giggles. "I love you too! Food'll be here in fifteen, okay?"
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[Image Description: A woman resembling the Pokemon Mismagius, sitting on a blue wall in front of three surprised-looking marble statues of men resembling Raichu, Lucario, and Umbreon. The woman has light skin, short purple and pink hair, and red eyes with yellow sclera. She is wearing a long-sleeved violet dress, a long purple vest with pink accents, a purple witch's hat with pink accents, and a pink belt with three red jewels attached. She has one arm over her lap and the other is motioning toward the statues. The left one (Raichu) is yellow marble and has short fluffy hair. It is wearing a short-sleeved jacket, a t-shirt and pants, gloves, and a pendant made from a green Thunder Stone. The center one (Lucario) is blue marble and has shoulder-length hair. It is wearing a jacket, choker collar, t-shirt, pants, and a silver spike pendant. The right one (Umbreon) is black marble and has short hair. It is wearing a collared dress shirt, a vest, slacks, and a red and gold tie clip. The background is a room with green walls and a purple carpeted floor. There is a large window displaying a dazzling starry night sky, and there is a red curtain draped over its left side. End ID.]
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Oh, what's this? It looks like Renee has become a Mismagius and has taken advantage of her newfound power in a rather interesting way! She seems to have found some attractive-looking gentlemen and has invited them to stay with her in this bizarre mansion with her...permanently! I'm sure they're totally cool with it, the expressions and poses they've taken on for an indefinite period of time are probably just for show! And she seems to be beckoning to you as well, question is whether she's offering you to admire her collection--I mean guests--or if she's offering you to join with them...guy or gal, she's cool with either one as well as anything outside of that tbh. Unfortunately for her little momentary fantasy, before any more "guests" can arrive, she wakes up from the very odd dream she was having. And for a good few hours after, she can't help but wonder how he would look frozen in marble too...
So yeah, this isn't canon, just a fun lil thing I thought I'd do hehe. Honestly, iirc the only ones in this pic that actually meet in my canon Pokejinka storyline at present are Spark and Lunes, because I have Verdantia (my Leaf Green team) standing in for the Red encounter in the HGSS portion of the story. That and Renee doesn't evolve into Mismagius until after the Colosseum story segment, for obvious it's-gen-3-so-Mismagius-doesn't-exist-yet reasons, same as why my XD Mawile is pure steel instead of steel/fairy. ...there really is no significance to who got statue'd here, they were chosen via rng with my only rerolls being to make sure they were from different 'jinka teams, though it is kinda funny (in a good way) that 2/3 of them are trans men when Renee's eventual canon love interest is also a trans man. Renee abso-lutely says trans rights >:3
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#pokemon#pokejinka#mismagius#renee (misdreavus)#raichu#spark (raichu)#lucario#ruka (lucario)#umbreon#lunes (umbreon)#jess drew the thing#sfw#image description#petrification#ask to tag further
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If it’s not too personal a question, how did you realize you were aro?
I realized I was aspec a while back and thought it was clear cut asexuality, but I find myself much more inclined to the idea of sex than romance (ik aces can want sex but my ideal relationship is like, best friends who have sex which seems pretty aro)
Most of the time it doesn’t bug me to not know if I’m arobi or acebi but I love to hear from other aros how they found their identity!
Hello!
Of course it's not too personal! (I post far more personal things here than "how did you figure out you were queer" haha)
Very similar to how you say here, tbh, simply
This might get long, so here's a readmore
As a teenager, at first I thought I don't like the idea of doing the same as everyone around me, all that pairing up, y'know - I didn't know about the split attraction model (is it still called that?) then, and I'm still working on my body image issues a decade later tbh, so I thought - don't like the idea of penetrative sex + don't want PDA, must therefore = asexual aromantic
Then I um "had an experience" with my best friend at the time, who came out that week (after) as a trans man - years before I knew that of myself - so then I thought, Oh! I do like sex! - or at least, y'know, fully clothed making out that made me cum. Uh. So, I can't be ace?? But I'm still not sure about the "sex with men" bit (I was 16/17 at this point, and not very uhhhh knowledgeable) and I still don't want to date someone, and women are ????, soooo, still aroace, right? (I didn't have a word for it til I was 18, at that point I think I said to myself something like "I just don't fancy anyone")
Then I looked into it a bit more, found out about AVEN, and all the different names for all sorts of things - I forget most of them now, but there's a one where you like um like masturbation or uh doubles-in-theory but not in practice? And I thought, Ah, that sounds like me!
Through all of this I'm also slowly figuring out my gender, too (??? -> must be a girl, right? -> no? -> no! -> genderqueer -> transman -> (now) agender transmasc) and sort of flopping about going "is it that I don't like sex or that I don't like my body?" and while I do sort of have the answer to that one now (do like sex, don't like penetrative really, working on the 'liking my body' bit, have not had the opportunity to try "doubles" so the jury's out on that one) um. I've forgotten where that sentence was going okay new paragraph
Anyway somewhere there with the "lots of new words" thing, I realised like if uhhh if the pressure's off y'know, if I'm kinda allowed to think about stuff just in theory, instead of um. thinking about it in practice? that's not a thing. idk the word. Anyway, I found myself a bit more freedom in thought, and realised that, oh, actually, I am bisexual (in the way most people use pansexual, nowdays, but I like bi better as a word, idk - this realisation is only sometime in the last 2, 3 years, tho I've been calling myself queer for simplicity's sake for about 8, 9 years)
During all this, I haven't had the opportunity much for "romance", not that I want it - or, at least, I didn't want it with those specific people, and haven't found myself daydreaming about anyone else, so while I identify as aro and can't really see that changing, I spose no one can see the future (unless that's the amatonormativity speaking)
Basically my two oh three actually experiences have been
- best friend snogging, I moved country that week, he came out to me on facebook messenger and I said "you do you" basically cs I didn't know what else to say, and then we texted as friends for 6 months or so
- friend from work asked me out to dinner and I didn't know it was a date until he insisted on walking me to the train and kissed me on the cheek to say goodbye, and then I had a panic attack on the way home overthinking everything I'd done
- friend (aroace) asked me out over lunch and I said yes cs I couldn't see a reason not to, spent the day at their house holding hands and being introduced to the online polycule (what!! Obviously fine but uh quite a lot), went home, panicked, spent three days overwhelmed with the windowblinds closed and then texted them to say 'sorry but no thank you :(' (paraphrasing) but we still are alright friends I think
Uhhhh so maybe it's uh maybe it's all that ^ or maybe I am aro, but right now, and for all of my past, relationships don't really appeal to me, I can't imagine that like applied to my life and I don't want to - so I'm aro! I feel comfortable and happy with the word as it applies to me, y'know
I explain it to my mother as like "it sounds like too much fuss", and she's just divorced so she laughs and agrees, and it is basically true, really haha
I don't know how much that's helpful, but there you go anyway
I say anyway too much. Hm. Anyway. Bye.
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not okay, m | jjk, myg
full title: I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook
summary: Jeon Jungkook fucked up. He talked shit about emo girls. Min Yoongi decides he's going to make him take back what he said, make him beg and plead and cry to be touched by the sexiest woman he knows. Never mind that you were a goth in high school and not an emo.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (Yoongi/you); definitely a scheme to seduce a clueless JK; threesome smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, m-masturbation + daydreaming, edging / orgasm denial, inappropriate (but wanted) touching in public, a lot of begging, hair-pulling, scratching / marking, thigh-riding, handjob, choking, ball squeezing, restraints, cowgirl, nipple play, handcuff and anal vibrator usage, doggy, little bit of m-receiving oral, finger sucking); tbh Jungkook is a mess, is forced to make messes, and likes it; fluff; shifts from all three POVs; black-haired, sub!JK x noona, dom!reader x blue-haired, dom!Yoongi
yes, there are My Chemical Romance references, I'm aware MCR don't like being considered emo, we know labels =/= how someone truly is; yes, it's PTD (emo for a hot second) JK and Yoongi
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"Is that what you think?"
Jeon Jungkook flicked the long black bangs over his left eye, laughing. "Yeah, these are just extensions. I thought it would be funny. I don't actually think this kind of style looks good on me."
A sharp click of the tongue. "No, the other part. About women."
Jungkook blinked, bewildered. Then he slowly remembered, recalling his words. "Oh... I just meant I wouldn't be attracted to a girl with a more emo, edgy style."
The deep voice was sharp and accusatory. "You said it was cringey."
"Ah... well... a little?"
Those pointed, cat-like eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Uh... hyung?"
Min Yoongi frowned and stood up.
"We will see about that, Jungkook."
Jungkook watched him go, even more confused than before.
"Why did that sound like a threat...?"
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Because it was.
The next time they went out to eat together, Min Yoongi brought his girlfriend with him. She didn't often tag along. When his friends asked Yoongi about it, he just laughed.
"It's because you guys are too fucking loud."
The few times she did come with him, she was relatively quiet. She had an unapproachable air about her, intimidating in the way that a single eye shift and locked-on attention could cause heart palpitations. Everything about her image seemed far too sleek and refined for everyday life. Her gestures, her walk, her style. Minimalist outfits, mostly white and black. It was obvious that she had a nice body, but none of her clothes implied that she was advertising it, at least when she was hanging out with her boyfriend's friends.
There was one exception.
She always smelled delicious.
Noticeable, addictive, gourmand, always making you turn your head just to smell it again. A hint of ginger to startle, followed by the warmth of marshmallow and the earthly scent of green tea. It blended with her skin, turning warmer and muskier as the evening went on, making you wish that you could smell the bedsheets that laid against that sweet-smelling body later that night.
Very troubling for Yoongi's friends for his girlfriend to smell like pure sex and then gaze at them with such intensity when spoken to, startlingly similar to Yoongi himself.
"Hello, Jungkook. Surprising that you're the only one here."
Jeon Jungkook was so stunned that his brain seemed to cease all functions. He was completely frozen, eyes and mouth wide open, not believing the sight in front of him.
Yoongi?
His hyung was dressed normally. Black cardigan, white shirt, black jeans. His hair was light blue now, a cool-toned, steel azure. The color made his fair skin glow and his dark brown eyes stand out.
His girlfriend?
Her hair was loose and wild, partially covering the left side of her face. Dark eye makeup and dark crimson lips. Large, loose black shirt hanging off one shoulder, with a black leather choker and silver chain that clipped to the button placket of her shirt with a clasp. Her bra strap was obvious, meant to be seen, the delicate lace pattern molding around the top of the cup that was barely visible. The shirt was long enough to cover her ass, belted at the waist with a black leather belt adorned by a silver moon-shaped buckle. Sheer black stockings with seemingly intentional rips and sleek black velvet heels.
"Yoongi said you think emo girls are cringey," she chuckled, looking down at him, smirk on her plump, defined lips.
Jungkook sputtered, feeling his face burn. "N-No, noona, that's not what I meant, I–" He was attempting to restore brain function, but he was rapidly losing blood up top and it was gushing down below.
This had to be the hardest part of living.
"I had to remind him that I was a goth in high school, not an emo. They're slightly different."
She bent at the waist and adjusted the chair before sitting down next to him, giving Jungkook half a second to view her perky tits encased in black lace, her chest smelling so fucking good that he nearly passed out. He jerked his head away, glancing at Yoongi in sheer panic.
The older man gave him a completely blank expression.
Their previous conversation echoed in Jungkook’s head. We will see about that.
"The rest of them aren't coming today. I'm treating Jungkook," Yoongi was explaining.
His girlfriend tilted her head. "I thought you said Hoseok was coming."
"He was, but then something came up."
"Hmm..." She raised an eyebrow at Yoongi. He straightened his cardigan, noticing her discerning gaze, and raised one back.
It was only then that Jungkook realized they weren't sitting next to each other, but on either side of him, boxing him against the wall. Now Jungkook could smell Yoongi too, wearing a spicy, woodsy cologne that mixed with his skin to become warmer and more comforting, except right now it was scaring the shit out of him because he didn't understand why they weren't sitting next to each other.
"Ah..."
He simply pointed to the empty chair in front of him, unable to finish his sentence.
Yoongi looked over to see what he was pointing at. "Hm?"
"You're right, I should move it so the server has easier access to our table."
And she dragged the chair to the side.
"Very considerate of you, Jungkook."
She smiled at him and he swore the proximity was causing his sanity to crumble to dust. He saw her tuck her black purse behind her perky, round ass. It had a small pin on it of a devil reading a book titled, Guide to Eternal Torture.
A cutesy yet ominous image.
At this point, Jungkook realized he was staring at her ass and the raised hem of the shirtdress, revealing the fact that the stockings were thigh-highs. The black garter straps were straining against her juicy thighs as she adjusted her long legs under the table.
Fuck.
He bolted out of his seat, mumbling and stumbling past her, the alluring scent of her perfume enticing him as he squeezed past.
"B-Bathroom, be right back!"
-
You watched Jungkook run off, clamping his hands below his stomach, raising your eyebrows as he and his tight black jeans sprinted to the bathroom.
"Hm."
You turned back to your boyfriend who was looking at the menu like it was the most intriguing piece of art he had ever laid his eyes on. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and breathed out, waiting for him to continue. Yoongi didn't look up. You didn’t really expect him to. You waited out of politeness.
"How long am I torturing him for?" you finally asked.
"Until he takes back what he said about you," your boyfriend responded dryly.
You laughed, shaking your head. "I don't think it was directed at me specifically. Does he even know that this is what I usually dress like? Or why you always tell me to dress simpler when I come with you to eat with all of them?"
Those dark brown eyes flickered up.
Yoongi's perfect lips curved into a small smirk.
You rolled your eyes. "Of course, he doesn't."
He lowered the menu, raising his chin defiantly as he spoke. "My reason is still valid. You saw how Jungkook acted. He a mess around you."
"I don't ooze sex, Yoongi. You're exaggerating."
He cocked a brow. "I beg to differ. I would wager he's jacking off in the bathroom right now."
He drummed the table with his fingertips, challenging you to bet on it. You waved a hand, dismissing the challenge. Wasn't like you could miss that tent. You circumvented back to the matter at hand.
"Did Jungkook actually say that? About emo girls being cringey?"
Yoongi shrugged. "Something like that."
You frowned. "Really? With his eyebrow piercing and tattoos? And his black hoodie and jeans?"
Your boyfriend went back to the menu. "Projecting, I think you called it?"
-
Yes, Jungkook washed his hands before throwing himself into a stall and touching his dick.
He wasn't gross.
Would be really great if his dick had calmed down on his own, but her perfume lingered on Jungkook's hoodie sleeve, just the faintest trace on his left arm, and he pressed it against his nose, inhaling.
Fuck, why does she smell so good?
His right hand was undoing his pants, his eyes and fingers closing in, focusing on his throbbing erection fighting his underwear. Maybe if he just touched it on the outside, it would be fine...
Her face popped into his head, complete with the little quirk of her eyebrow.
Nope.
Jungkook shoved his hand into his boxer briefs and pushed them down, teeth biting his hoodie sleeve so he could smell her perfume as he stroked his cock, feeling somewhat dirty about it, but mostly violently horny. It wasn't like he could stop his brain. He couldn't go out there with a massive boner either, so he had to do what he had to do. It was only a few thoughts anyway, thinking about her thighs under the table and wondering how they would feel wrapped around him, wondering if she would let him rip those stockings off and bite those delicious legs, wondering if he could undo that belt and unwrap that body and press his nose against that sweet-smelling skin and taste it with his tongue, planting kisses over those beautiful breasts with her hand around his cock instead of his own, pumping him to her unforgiving pace, forcing him to moan into her skin, abusing his stiff length with her tight grip and expansive strokes, his hands gripping her soft thighs and his whines saturating the air, pleading, begging her to let him cum.
Would she edge me?
His hand abruptly stopped.
Jungkook used every ounce of willpower to avoid whimpering into his own sleeve.
His whole body was achingly tense, screaming at him to finish, but he refused, shoving his whole face into the thick fabric and breathing hard, clenching his jaw and his twitching cock, imagining her pretty face with a smug, sadistic smirk, those dark lips teasingly telling him he could finish inside her.
-
"What are you doing?"
The pale hand dance in the air, beckoning the waitress over.
"Ordering."
You tilted your head. "Jungkook isn't back yet. You should wait for him."
Yoongi shrugged. "I know what he likes." His gaze flickered to you. "Meat."
You narrowed your eyes. Yoongi gazed back, unfazed. You knew that look. You knew how to read between the lines. To everyone else, Yoongi was a 3D puzzle with a million pieces, but to you, he might as well have been a children's picture book.
The side of his lips quirked upward, so faint you would have missed it if you weren’t looking for it.
He did have very nice pictures in his book. You'll give him that.
You ticked your right eyebrow so subtly that no one caught it but him. He, too, knew that to look for. His smirk grew, pleased at your wordless communication.
You were dating a real troublemaker.
You smirked back as the waitress arrived at your table, apologizing for keeping you waiting. One look from both Yoongi and you, and she nearly dropped her notepad, fumbling with the pen, cheeks flushing pink.
Trouble did tend to find trouble.
-
Jungkook had determined he hadn't done anything wrong. He didn't actually orgasm in the bathroom stall thinking about Yoongi's girlfriend while smelling her remaining perfume on his clothes as the said couple sat in the restaurant, awaiting his return.
Well.
Now that he mentally described it like that, it did sound kind of fucked.
Crap.
He saw a blob of black in his peripheral vision and looked up to see Yoongi's girlfriend stride past him, fragrant-smelling hair drifting behind her, his head turning automatically to follow the sight, entranced by the movement of her hips and hair, only to find her glancing back at him, foxy smile dancing on those dark lips.
He swore she mouthed his name.
Maybe even said it?
Jungkook blinked and she was no longer looking in his direction, heading to the women’s bathroom and rolling up her sleeves, clearly going to wash her hands.
He was seeing things.
Yes.
Just horny and delusional.
"I ordered the beef plate for you. If you don't like it, we can order something else."
Jungkook looked down at the streaming, sizzling platter of seared beef and vegetables, feeling his stomach growl as he sat down.
"No, hyung, this is great. Thank you."
"Hm, that's good. You can start eating, I'm going to wash my hands."
Yoongi began to stand up, brushing off his pants. Jungkook jerked his head up, seeing the older male push his chair back, light blue hair falling over his forehead.
"Um, h-hyung?"
"Mmm?"
Those dark brown orbs flickered to him.
"Er..."
Yoongi tilted his head.
"Erm... why is noona here? I thought you said… you were just treating me to a meal...?"
Yoongi tilted his head the other way, slowly, unreadable expression in those cat-like eyes.
"I am. I'm paying today."
He raised his head and smiled. Jungkook tore his eyes away from Yoongi to see her weaving through the crowd to make her way back to the table, silver chain hanging from her black choker glittering in the overhead restaurant lights, exposed shoulder and collarbone a stark contrast to her all-black outfit, body shape so exquisite that it wasn't only Yoongi and Jungkook watching her walk. Many pairs of eyes followed her wake, some shy, some unabashed and brazen.
"Besides, she is a treat, isn't she?" Yoongi purred.
She had made eye contact with Jungkook and her lips curved into a small, amused smile.
Any response he had to Yoongi’s words died in his throat.
"Too bad you think that style is cringey, otherwise you might have had a shot, Jungkook."
-
You sat back down as Yoongi waltzed off, gesturing to his hands, leaving you with the Korean equivalent of Steve Rogers from 1943 to 2011, complete with what you presumed to be a very nice ass if the rest of Jeon Jungkook was anything to go by. Ah, well, you trusted genetics. Surely nature would have blessed Jungkook with a good booty. You looked over to him. He wasn’t moving.
Wasn’t even blinking.
You snapped your fingers in front of his face and Jungkook started, jumping in his seat, his wide brown orbs shakily shifting to you. You made eye contact and he quickly looked away, swallowing hard.
Come on, surely, it's not that serious.
Jungkook ran a hand through his short black hair and snuck a glance at you. Or, more specifically, your chest. Ah. Was that it?
"Something wrong?" you asked, picking up your chopsticks.
"N... No...?"
You had to smile. Jungkook didn't even sound like he believed himself. You pointed to your collarbone.
"Too much?"
His brown orbs shot up. Silence. You locked eyes with him, keeping him in place. You witnessed his inner struggle now, trying to decide between what he thought was the right answer and what his instincts were telling him.
"Aren't you... uncomfortable, noona?"
You chuckled, picking up a piece from your pork belly dish and blowing off the steam. "Me? Of course not. People stare at me all the time. Might as well dress how I want." You dabbed the extra oil off on the side of the plate and brought it to your lips. Your eyes flickered to the younger man. He was still watching you, his own lips parted, wispy black strands over his forehead, accenting his dark brows and the silver bar piercing on the right side. Poor guy. Jungkook really picked the wrong man to project to, the one whose girlfriend never grew out of her goth phase.
You brought the meat close to your mouth.
Let your tongue snake out for a millisecond between your open lips.
His eyeballs nearly fell out of his head.
This is too easy.
You placed the hot meat into your tongue and closed your lips around it, chewing slowly, maintaining eye contact.
Not speaking.
Yoongi was surely overreacting to something Jungkook probably didn't think too much about before saying it, but that was fine with you because Yoongi told you to cause some trouble. You liked causing trouble. That's how you got Yoongi. Trouble attracted trouble. Still, he had something planned. You could tell. Maybe even guess.
You smiled at Jungkook and he gulped so loudly you could hear it over the sizzling meat.
-
Otherwise you might have had a shot, Jungkook.
What did that mean?
Jungkook was having a mild panic attack throughout the entire meal, even when Yoongi suggested they get beers. His girlfriend was driving, so only he and his hyung drank as they ate. They barely talked. Jungkook’s brain was too busy trying to break down the meaning of the mysterious phrase, replaying Yoongi’s words over and over.
You might have had a shot.
A shot at what?
What, exactly?!
Jungkook snuck a glance at Yoongi’s girlfriend and she was looking back, cocking an eyebrow when they made eye contact. He flinched and peeked at Yoongi's expression. His hyung was chewing his beef slowly, staring into space.
Have had a shot.
Maybe Jungkook needed to do shots to be a normal human being at this point.
"You're pretty quiet today, Jungkook."
His dick twitched in his pants.
Jungkook threw one thigh over the other and mashed his dick between them.
"Ah... sorry..." he mumbled, fixated on his beer glass.
Yoongi rapped his forearm with the end of his chopsticks. "Look at people when you talk to them."
Jungkook swallowed and looked up at her. "S-Sorry, noona."
She tipped her head and frowned slightly. "Is there something wrong? Did I say something to make you upset?" She looked apologetic. "I'm sorry if my presence is ruining your time with your hyung."
He jerked his head to said hyung. Yoongi prodded at something in between his teeth with the end of his chopstick and gave Jungkook a confused look, as if to say, what are you looking at me for?
"Um... no," Jungkook finally said, shaking his head and turning back to her. "No, noona. I'm glad you're here. It's really nice to see you."
"You're barely looking at her."
His ears burned at Yoongi's dry remark.
She perked up, pointing to her collarbones. "Is this bothering you? It's too much, isn't it?" she chuckled, jingling the chain on the choker and making his dick jolt between his clasped, jean-covered thighs. "You really don't like this style, huh?"
Jungkook darted his eyes to Yoongi, who pointedly stared back, giving him zero context clues except for reminding him of what he said before the meal.
A shot.
“Uh, that isn’t it, noona. Ah, actually…”
Jungkook chewed on his lip nervously, focusing on her instead of Yoongi. She turned her body, giving her full attention to him. He couldn’t tell if that was better or worse. The guilt ate away at him. Minutes passed by. So many, in fact, that it was getting awkward. His neck was on fire, his ears were red-hot, he was pretty sure his cheeks were flushed, and not from alcohol, yet he still he couldn’t say shit to those dark eyes and crimson lips, trapped by the gaze of the woman in black, feeling like he just booked himself a room in the Hotel Bella Muerte.
“Are you okay, Jungkook?” she asked, shadows of an amused open-mouthed smirk on those lips.
Was he?
“Er, yeah… I’m okay,” he croaked, coughing to clear his throat.
Yoongi snorted.
Jungkook shook his head quickly, letting out a small growl of frustration. “Actually, no, noona, I’m not okay.” He rubbed his forehead and exhaled hard, biting his lip as he faced her questioning expression. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said the style you’re wearing is cringey, because it’s not. It’s really not. You look amazing. You always have, but you look extra cool and sexy today and I feel really bad saying something like that because I should have thought about how other people could look and pull off that style, but I didn’t, I was only thinking about how stupid I looked when I was fifteen and I assumed–”
Her hand shot out and she pressed two fingers to his lips, silencing him.
“Shh,” she hummed, fully smirking now. “You assumed and thus you got yourself in trouble, didn’t you?”
She’s touching me!
Jungkook jerked his eyes to Yoongi, who was nibbling on his last piece of steak and ignoring Jungkook’s panic. He added a bit of the sauce and popped the meat in his mouth, chewing slowly. It was like she and Jungkook weren’t talking at all or, rather, Yoongi wasn’t concerning himself with it.
Her fingers slid down, pressing into Jungkook’s lower lip.
He very nearly made a noise, quickly darting his gaze back to Yoongi’s girlfriend.
“Hey, Jungkook.”
Why was she saying his name like that? Like… like she was sexing it with her tongue or something? Oh, shit, he was going crazy. He had to be. It was all in his head. She must be saying his name normally. Had to be. Yoongi’s girlfriend? Flirting with him? No, no, absolutely not. And certainly not in front of Yoongi. Even if his hyung was pretending to be deaf, he was definitely not deaf. Yoongi was the kind of guy who would smack a stranger looking at his woman funny.
This?
It was all in his head.
Her fingertips slid to the side of his lips, tracing the shape.
R… Right?
“You think I look extra cool and sexy today?” she mused, licking her lips.
Jungkook could smell her perfume off her wrist. Sweet, musky, seductive. His thighs were so tightly clasped together that Jungkook was pretty sure his dick was pointing straight down with how erect it was at the moment.
“Ah… w-well… a b-bit…?”
Clink!
Jungkook yelped as cold water flew into his lap, immediately spreading his legs as the glass tumbled onto the tabletop. Yoongi swiftly stopped it, sighing exaggeratedly.
“Ah, my bad, that was quite clumsy of me…”
“Shit, Jungkook, are you okay?”
Her fingertips left his lip and he could finally breathe, only to squeak sharply as hands planted firmly onto his thighs and crotch, bunched-up napkins dabbing the excess water away, quickly soaking it up with the paper.
“You should be more careful Yoongi, sheesh…”
“Sorry, Jungkook, here, take these.”
Jungkook vaguely registered Yoongi saying her name apologetically as well, but at the moment he was not okay, very not okay, he promised this was the most not okay he had ever been in his entire life as Yoongi’s girlfriend mopped up water from his inner thighs and crotch, molding her hands around his dick, yes, his actual straining hard-on was being touched by her hands and it was getting harder by the fucking second, her hurriedly wiping the water off, acting like this was completely normal and not like his cock was trying to rip out of his pants.
“Ack, noona, w-wait…!”
He tried to sit up and Yoongi’s hand came down on his shoulder, holding him in place.
“Good idea, get under his ass just in case.”
Jungkook nearly blacked out as her napkin-covered hands slid under him and cupped the inside of his legs and bottom half of his ass, patting around. Her palms cupped his balls for a hot second.
He was fucked.
Utterly fucked.
Jungkook whimpered in his throat.
Her hands immediately stopped.
She looked up at him, very serious. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
Jungkook shook his head from side to side so quickly that his vision blurred. “Yes.”
She shared a glance with Yoongi. The older man sighed and stood up, squeezing his shoulder as he leaned down to Jungkook’s ear.
“You want her to keep touching you or not?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened, jerking his head to Yoongi. Those dark brown orbs looked back at him, demanding the truth.
“I didn’t spill that water for nothing.”
It was only then that it dawned onto Jungkook.
This was a set up. He was being set up. His hyung had set him up.
This whole fucking thing was a set up.
We will see about that, Jungkook.
She was cleaning his seat off and gently tapped his thigh. “It’s dry now. I think you’re okay.”
Jungkook decided that he really did not care about being set up. He did not give a single shit that he fell for it wholly and completely like a gullible idiot. He whipped his head back to Yoongi’s girlfriend, who was sighing ruefully, giving Yoongi the side-eye, muttering under her breath so only they could hear.
“What do you think he’s gonna do, Yoongi, ask to fuck me?” she hissed, placing the wad of wet napkins onto the table.
Too bad you think that style is cringey, otherwise you might have had a shot.
Jungkook’s hand shot out and squeezed her thigh.
“Can I fuck you, noona?” he breathed, chest tight.
He dug his nails into the sheer stocking, ripping new holes.
“If hyung lets me?”
-
"Yoongi, what are you thinking?"
Your boyfriend smiled. Very nonchalant. Nearly innocent. You knew better. This was Min Yoongi after all. His cardigan was off now. His broad shoulders in the white t-shirt were very distracting. Actually, so were his arms, now toned and more defined. Yoongi had recently taken an interest in working out.
His smile turned into a smirk. "What?"
You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. You noticed movement under you and smacked Jeon Jungkook's hand down so he was no longer picking at the peach fuzz in his face. He gasped in surprise, but you ignored him, completely focused on your rather troublesome boyfriend.
"You can't be serious."
You felt fingers brushing against the hem of your shirtdress, playing with the edge of the fabric. Yoongi was kneeling behind Jungkook, who was sitting on your bed, and the younger man was now messing with your outfit as you and Yoongi continued your conversation about him.
Your boyfriend leaned down and placed his hands on Jungkook's jaw, laying down his deft fingers one by one, lifting that chiseled chin up, those wide brown eyes now looking at your face, paired with the amused, cat-like ones.
"I am serious," Yoongi murmured. "You should teach him a lesson."
You pursed your lips. "He already apologized. That's enough."
Yoongi tilted his head, clicking his tongue.
"No, it's not."
Your eyes flickered down and you raised an eyebrow at Jungkook's interruption. "What was that?"
He gulped under your stern gaze. "Um..."
Yoongi smiled pleasantly, removing his hands from Jungkook's face. "See? He wants it."
"He's your friend, Yoongi. We're going to have to see him in person later. You want him to be horny every second he's around me?"
Yoongi placed his palm on the crown of Jungkook's head, drumming his fingers slowly. Light blue strands curled around his dark brows and eyes, playful smirk on his shapely pink lips. His deep voice was a low, alluring drawl.
"He already is."
Jungkook nodded very fast to agree. He was trying to hide the keen excitement in his eyes by not speaking, but his eager expression was giving him away as Yoongi slowly chipped away at common sense. You grabbed Jungkook's chin and squeezed, holding him in place. His breathing hitched in your hand, small whimper of your name leaving his lips.
"Don't look at me like that," you scolded.
"Like what?" Jungkook asked with shaking eyes and a small pout.
You kept switching from Jungkook's to Yoongi's eyes because if you looked too long into those pleading brown orbs, you might actually crack. You spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.
"Like you're desperate for it."
A low, dangerous chuckle.
Your gaze fixated on Yoongi. He was about to do something.
His long fingers worked into that short black hair and yanked back, making Jungkook gasp and shiver as he was pulled from your hand, your name falling from his lips in a breathy moan as his eyes continued to watch you, waiting, needing, begging.
"P... Please, noona..."
Yoongi's grip tightened in those black locks, Jungkook whimpering at the roughness, his own hands clutching your shirtdress, tugging at it.
"I'm telling you to do it," Yoongi purred, smokey and dark, staring into your eyes.
Jungkook was pulling your shirt now, pulling you to him, getting you to straddle his lap, you glaring at Yoongi's smirking face the entire time, annoyed that he put you in this position, and yet you knew something of this nature was coming the second he pulled you aside earlier today and asked you to dress the way you normally did because he was going to take you out to eat with Jungkook and Hoseok. Jung Hoseok already knew about your eccentric fashion sense and, while it did spook him a little the first time, he often sent you links of clothes that reminded him of you. You didn't think much of Jungkook being there. He was the youngest and Yoongi often treated him to a nice meal, although usually without you.
"Unbutton the top more."
Yoongi had adjusted the exposed shoulder himself and handed you the leather choker.
"Wear this one."
You had given him a skeptical look. "You suiting me up for some kind of mission?"
Yoongi had smiled mysteriously.
"We're going to make Jungkookie's life a living hell and he's going to like it."
Apparently, Yoongi's mission was to tempt and torture Jungkook until he was mildly insane and then subsequently draw out the younger man’s ravenous desperation so that Jungkook was now clawing at your thighs and whimpering under you, trying to get you to fuck him, shuddering every time he attempted to raise his hands and Yoongi punished him by yanking at his hair in warning.
"She hasn't said yes yet. No higher until she says yes," Yoongi snapped, not taking his eyes off you and your body.
"B-But..."
You slapped a hand down on Jungkook's mouth and squeezed harshly, digging your nails into his cheekbones.
"Shh. I'm thinking."
You closed your eyes.
Breathed out.
-
"You know the only hope for me is you, right?"
"That's a little dramatic, Yoongi."
Those dark brown, cat-like eyes glittered, full of mischief.
"You always play along with my ideas."
"They're all very good. You are a genius."
You loved the way Yoongi smiled at you, endearing and sweet with a hint of cunning cleverness. He liked to invent new ways to keep your life interesting. Being with Min Yoongi was never boring.
"I doubt you'll be able to shock me though. I've seen it all." You, too, enjoyed challenging him and being challenged. That was part of the fun.
That's why you carried on with his black parade.
Yoongi chuckled. "Mmm, famous last words."
-
“Don’t let him move.”
His veins were on fire, chest shuddering as his head was pulled back, back, his spine arching to an almost uncomfortable position, but he didn’t care, only feeling pleasure as she leaned down, hovering over his body, her hand on his mouth, gasps trapped on his tongue while her own extended from those dark lips, down, down, her other hand grabbing a fistful of his hoodie and yanking down the neckline.
The tip of her tongue touched the space right between his collarbones.
She removed her hand.
Jeon Jungkook moaned, hot and wanton, sinfully right in front of Min Yoongi’s face as Yoongi’s girlfriend licked up his throat, tracing his Adam’s apple and scraping her teeth against it, before sliding up to his chin, stopping right before his lips.
Exactly where the mole under his lower lip was, tip of the wet muscle unmoving.
Those sharp eyes shrouded in black eyeshadow and dark eyeliner looked down on him.
“Please, n-noona…”
He didn’t care if he was being pathetic, tearing at her stockings with his fingernails, unashamedly imploring for more.
She didn’t speak. Yoongi spoke for her.
“Please what?” his hyung murmured, massaging his scalp slowly.
His cock was so hard that it physically hurt being trapped in his jeans like this. Any sanity he had left was being obliterated into pure, unadulterated lust. Jungkook didn’t care anymore about right or wrong. Whatever they let him have, he would take. He would beg and plead and cry if he had to. Whatever it took.
He whimpered, his thighs tensing with need.
“P-Please fuck me…”
I want it.
I need it.
I crave it.
She raised her tongue and flickered it over his lips. He moaned, shaking, his hands dropping from her thighs, reaching between his own legs and rubbing his painful erection through the zipper of his jeans, nearly sobbing as Yoongi’s fingers tightened, nails raking at his scalp.
“I can’t t-take it anymore… please… whatever you want to do, just do it, please, please touch me, I can’t s-stand it, I’m so h-hard…”
She pressed her knee down onto the back of his hands and Jungkook whimpered, so aroused that even that felt good, simply knowing she was applying the pressure, his balls suffocating a little against the center seam because of how thick and stiff he had become.
“Are you a little bit of a masochist, Jungkook?” she whispered, licking his lower lip gently.
Instead of answering right away, he pulled his hands out from under her knee and pressed it down onto his aching cock, his eyes rolling back and moaning deeply, forcefully raising his hips up, slightly pulling on his own hair in the process.
“Hyung, noona, please…”
The friction was almost painful, but the leaking pre-cum had soaked into his underwear, the slickness rubbing against the head, the added pressure of her knee slightly crushing his erection being his own self-inflicted pain that only added to the pleasure.
Jungkook gazed at her with half-lidded eyes, shuddering.
“Destroy me more.”
-
Min Yoongi liked to watch his woman work.
She was the best, she knew she was the best, and she only got better the longer she was with him. Of course, he loved her working him most. But Yoongi also enjoyed keeping things interesting. Being an assistant to the master was just as fun. And besides, they had a much more equal power dynamic and that’s what they liked.
But Jeon Jungkook.
He pulled Jungkook’s hoodie off, taking the shirt underneath with it, bare chest exposed to sharp black nails that immediately sent Jungkook into a spiraling mess of moans, falling back as those dark lips attacked the tanned skin, leaving marks all over that muscular body. Yoongi placed a hand under that sharp chin and pressed the younger male’s head to his chest.
He liked this too, this power.
Yoongi pressed his fingertips into Jungkook’s chin and raked his nails over that quivering throat.
He didn’t expect anyone to understand how or why he operated the way he did. He only needed one person to understand and she was currently yanking off Jungkook’s jeans and black boxer briefs with vicious vigor, throwing them aside before climbing off his lap.
Yoongi placed his hand over Jungkook’s eyes and wordlessly took his sight.
He liked the sounds Jungkook made. Needy, desperate, and strikingly beautiful. He had a wonderful quality to his voice, pouring all of his emotion into it. Nice cock too. Very hard, very red, a good length and girth. Yoongi chuckled, amused at the younger man’s eagerness. He lowered his head, whispering into that ear with three quivering silver hoops.
“So cringey, isn’t it?” he taunted.
Jungkook whined in his hands, trembling tone saturated with apology. “I’m sorry, hyung, I’m so sorry, I take it back, I didn’t mean it, p-please believe me...”
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his woman remove her panties and step out of them. Stockings and garter belt stayed on though. She had style. He smirked, humming softly to mask her movement.
“You don’t have to say sorry to me.”
He removed his hand and she dropped her bare pussy onto Jungkook’s naked thigh.
-
Wet, hot, and sweet.
“Oooh, fuck…”
He lifted his head, eyes hazy and unfocused, greeted by the sight of Yoongi’s girlfriend straddling his thigh and rubbing her pussy all over him, the scent of her perfume mixing with the scent of her sex, thick and delicious and intoxicating, her soaked opening flexing against his hard muscle, driving him insane, disappointed that she was still mostly dressed.
“Noona…”
Jungkook reached for the belt at her waist, expecting Yoongi to stop him, but he didn’t, letting Jungkook unbuckle it, his hands shaking badly from the pleasure of her pussy touching his naked skin. The gentle slap of her thigh against his balls and cock not enough. He wanted to be touched, but those scrutinizing eyes indicated that she would touch him when she wanted and no sooner. It was making him lose his mind, but he loved it, moaning her name deep from his chest as he struggled to undo the small buttons, flinching and shuddering with her movements.
“I’m sorry, noona…” he gasped, staring into those sultry dark eyes.
She reached up and touched his lips, tracing the shape with her nail, sending shivers all over his body.
“You gonna watch your mouth from now on, Jungkook?” she murmured, trapping him with her gaze, turning the shivers into brimming electricity.
“Y-Yes, noona…”
He undid the last button and she swiftly removed her hand from his mouth and smacked his away, shrugging out of the shirtdress and tossing it to the floor before reaching down to her ass. She opened her mouth and her tongue snaked out, shiny with saliva, using her hands to spread her ass and pussy, squelching down on his hard, tense muscle.
“A-Ah, so good…”
And now he could feel more, the inner lips of her pussy now rubbing on his skin with her clit, slick and slippery, muscles of her opening constricting and relaxing on his thigh, an indescribable feeling, sensual and dirty and raw, the control so precise that her smug expression and upper body remained relaxed, hips still moving at the same rough pace.
Yoongi’s fingers tangled in his hair again, husky voice at his ear.
“Put the fingers of your right hand in her mouth.”
Jungkook obeyed as if spellbound, raising his hand and dipping his fingers into that waiting mouth, her warm tongue wrapping around them and coating them with her saliva, pink muscle gliding between his joints and dancing around his tattoos, spit dribbling down his palm and dropping in fat plops onto his crotch, his body flinching at the contact, unashamedly whimpering his want, Yoongi’s dark chuckle filling his ear.
It must have looked so dirty.
So wrong.
“Take them out.”
Jungkook removed his fingers with a sniffle, the coil in his core so tight he thought he was going to explode.
“Touch yourself.”
His cheeks burned at the thought of his own hand wrapping around his cock in front of two people, adrenaline and thrill burning his veins.
“B… But, hyung…”
“You touched yourself in the bathroom at the restaurant earlier, didn’t you?” that deep purr accused, pulling at his hair, prickling pain shocking his scalp.
“I…” His hand lowered. “I h-had to… noona is just so…” Staring into those heavily shadowed eyes, tongue licking those dark-stained lips, his saliva-coated fingers wrapping around his aching, taut cock, so close to sobbing at the relief of being touched that his voice cracked a little. “So sexy… and she smells s-so goooooood…”
Eyelids fluttering, Yoongi rapping his shoulder, telling him to look at her, telling him to appreciate that hair cascading over her left eye, those breasts cupped perfectly in that black lace bra, that garter and stockings barely encasing those juicy legs and her pussy sliding up and down his thigh, her hands spreading her ass wide so he could feel it as he punishingly and roughly pumped his cock, trembling all over, struggling to get his words out, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he explained but, for some reason, he wanted to explain and became even more aroused by it, relishing in knowing that she was listening intently to his confession.
“You always smell so, so good, noona… I t-touched myself w-while smelling your perfume on my clothes… T-Thinking about you and my hands all over your perfect body and your hands t-touching me…”
Fucking his hand harder, tighter, faster, slipping down, down, knowing what he was going to say next, driving himself to that point, the coil inside causing every muscle to tense, staring right into her eyes, knowing his pupils were blown-out and unfocused.
“T-Touching me like I am right now, abusing my c-cock and… s-stopping right before I c-cum…”
So close, so close, so close, please, please, please…
Her hand shot out and gripped his wrist painfully, forcing him to let go of his cock.
Jungkook cried out in vain, jerking his head forward and bringing tears to his eyes from the pain of Yoongi’s unmoving grip, tugging at his own hair, the sudden denial causing his cock to twitch and slap against her thigh, smearing pre-cum and saliva onto her soft skin, knowing that he wanted it, sinfully satisfied in how perfectly frustrated she made him, reading his signals and torturing him just right.
A merciful, skilled devil in disguise.
The hand left his hair.
Her hips slowed, sitting onto his thigh, an almost unbearable weight that he welcomed.
“Jungkook.”
His head lolled, scalp stinging, staring into her eyes and loving the way she said his name, like her tongue was wrapping around it and caressing it, each syllable drenched with curated possessiveness that was meant just for him.
Yoongi’s fingers snaked around his neck, four fingers fitting under his left ear, thumb pressing onto the pulse just under his right ear.
“You want to finish inside me?” she exhaled, hot and heavy and addictive.
The grip on his neck tightened, pressing on the blood vessels leading to his head.
One of her hands was still on his wrist. The other reached in between his thighs, past his stiff, purple-red cock. Fingers wrapped elegantly around his balls, joints locking, keeping him in a vise-like grip of pure power without adding any unnecessary pressure.
“Y… Yes, please…” he gasped weakly.
The grip of his wrist vanished. He was getting lightheaded, fighting to keep his eyes on her, and her free hand was now finally encircling his cock, finger by finger, making him wait, squeezing his balls a little harder, fuck, her touch, a distinctly different hand and different power, gently stroking his throbbing length as Yoongi choked him and she pulsed her grip around his balls, his breath leaving in shallow gasps and not only from the thinning circulation, but the flashes of pain and the constant pleasure of her hands and her wet pussy flush against his thigh.
“What if I make you cum like this?” she murmured, leaning in, Yoongi pressing in between his shoulder blades and pushing him to her beautiful face, dark and sultry and captivating, her lips now close to his.
“O… Okay…”
It took all of his willpower to hold himself up with his hands.
“You can do whatever you want to me, noona,” Jungkook whispered thinly. “I mean it.”
Yoongi pet his sweaty hair, pushing it away from his forehead, squeezing his neck tighter.
Jungkook choked out her name, desire so potent that he saw something in her eyes flicker. She liked it. She liked him and what she was doing to him and his reaction to it. It gave Jungkook a special kind of high, the kind of arousal that transcended past the sex.
Jungkook couldn’t get out anymore.
He knew he would crave this feeling, the feeling of power in powerlessness.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
Jungkook’s first kiss with Yoongi’s girlfriend was her forcefully jacking him off as she squeezed his balls and Yoongi choked him, his tongue sloppy and lips quivering, her sucking on it and making him moan with his tongue trapped in her dark lips, his hips twitching and shooting thick strings of cum all over her thigh, his thigh, and the sheets, suddenly slingshot into oxygen when Yoongi let go, adding to the high, his eyes rolling back, shivers racking his body, pleasure so intense that he felt nothing else, absolutely nothing but her touch, her hand leaving his balls and wrapping around his waist, pulling him to her body, her kiss stealing his breath, her cum-covered hand sliding up and down his abused cock.
Jungkook inhaled.
Her perfume invaded his nose, marshmallow sweetness, warmth of green tea, spark of ginger, and he was drunk, drunk on submission, sex, and their power over him.
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Yoongi loved everything she did.
The way she looked at him.
The way her body moved.
The way she leaned over and kissed him as he pinned Jungkook’s wrists over his head while she was riding the younger man’s cock with a bruising, intense pace, her tongue curling around his, moaning softly into his mouth, lover to lover. With every moment, Yoongi fell more and more in love, addicted to orchestrating the perfect scenarios for his woman to completely ruin someone else.
She broke the kiss.
What a brilliant, satisfied, killer smile.
“O-oh, fuck, so good, fuck, your pussy is s-so good…”
Yoongi sat back and watched her hands slide over Jungkook’s chest, gripping his shoulders and fucking him hard, watching her pretty pussy clench around that cock that was begging for that tightness and that torture, the younger man rolling his hips up with every descent, destroying himself further.
The squelch and slap of skin to skin was audible, loud, and so, so sexy.
Her fingertip flicked the bottom of Jungkook’s chin, smirk on those plush lips now smeared with dark lipstick. There was something erotic about the mess though, her wild hair bouncing with every thrust, faint dark smudges now on his lips and Jungkook’s panting mouth.
“Aren’t you the perfect little fucktoy?” she teased.
There was a tension in her jaw, indicating that she was clenching around the younger man’s cock.
“A-Ah, just f-for you, noona…”
She frowned playfully, cocking a disbelieving eyebrow. “Hmm, I don’t know, sweet boys always have sweet tongues and you’ve already proven yours sometimes says misleading things…”
Jungkook whimpered. “P-Please, I s-said I was sorry… I m-mean it…”
Yoongi liked this begging, this desperate tremble vibrating from that silvery voice.
“I would n-never do something l-like this…”
Jungkook had such a handsome face, even with his cheeks flushed red and his composure falling apart.
“Unless it was y-you… and Yoongi-hyung, oooh, God…”
He raised his eyebrows, making eye contact with her.
She smirked back, dangerous and perfect.
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“I-I can’t...”
“Yes, you can, Jungkook,” you murmured, arms around his neck, his arms shaking as he held himself up, moaning as you stroked his back, Yoongi behind you, still fully dressed, kneading your breasts, your nipples poking out between his long fingers and giving Jungkook the visual of your cleavage and the hard nubs poking straight out at him.
He groaned, hazy brown orbs returning to your face.
“Please, wanna make you cum with my cock so b-bad…”
You began to rock your hips again, the brief intermission stalling his orgasm over, and now he was moaning again, squirming at the oversensitivity and strained by the denial, your pulsing pussy keeping him hard until you built the pace up again, pushing him to the edge once more.
“Look at you,” you murmured, caressing his neck and back, fingers splayed over his hot skin. “You dream about this, Jungkook? Dream about hyung letting you be noona’s fuck slave?”
His teeth sunk into his lower lip, whining in his chest.
“I-I’m sorry…”
“Shh…”
Your fingers slid up into his hair, cradling his head, smacking your ass down onto his thighs, tightening around his cock. Jungkook moaned into your face helplessly, shuddering at your sensual gesture contrasted by your fierce thrusts.
“I wanted you too,” you whispered hotly, breathing in his clean scent. “You always looked so innocent. Made me want to mess you up every time I saw that handsome, nervous face of yours.”
Your grip tensed around his head, lower half really giving it to him now, bouncing on his cock, letting his thickness and his hardness fill you up over and over again, Yoongi pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers, following your rhythm.
“It’s not going to be enough for him, you know,” Yoongi chuckled darkly behind you. “He’s going to come crawling back, begging for more.”
Jungkook bit his lip again, looking from you to Yoongi, already guilty.
You leaned forehead, placing a light kiss on that mole below his lower lip.
“I love it when you beg for me, Jungkook,” you purred.
You could feel it, arousal flaring at your own words, already close and getting closer, pussy pulsating around that satisfying girth.
“Are you going to be patient?” you teased, tugging at his hair, savoring the strained moans from Jungkook’s throat. “Are you going to wait on your knees and watch Yoongi fuck me until he’s satisfied and then come to take his place and show me that you can be good for me too?”
You felt Jungkook’s cock twitch inside you, already enthralled with the idea.
“Y-Yes, noona, p-please…”
Fuck.
You dug your nails into his scalp and moaned deeply, staring into those glazed-over brown orbs, drugged on his lust for you.
“You’re so obedient, fuck, makes me want to cum on this pretty cock of yours and reward you.”
Yoongi pinched your nipples and tugged on them.
The spark collided through you, gasping as your orgasm seized your senses and took over, your eyes rolling back as the powerful jolts made your walls spasm, tension so high that it felt as if your nerves were vibrating, Jungkook’s name tumbling from your lips with a hiss that turned into a groan in unison with his, his overstimulated cock jerking and twitching from the brutal massage of your orgasm, the condom swelling inside you from spurts of his own.
The scent of sex was so strong that even Yoongi moaned, squeezing your breasts roughly.
“F-Fuck…”
You inhaled sharply, feeling Yoongi’s arms wrap around you, nuzzling your neck.
“Don’t I have such good ideas?”
You grinned, seeing Jungkook’s euphoric expression before he pitched forward and leaned his forehead against your other shoulder, panting for breath. His exhale was warm, drifting over your racing heart and heating your heated skin.
“Yes, Yoongi,” you chuckled, stroking his soft blue hair and Jungkook’s sweaty black hair. “You’re a genius.”
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"Jungkook-ah!"
"Sorry, Jimin-ssi, I can't–" He clenched his jaw, stifling the noise threatening to escape from his throat. "I can't hang out today. I have a deadline for work."
"Aw, that's okay Jungkookie. Do you want hyung to bring you some dinner? I can stop by!"
"I already ate, ah, just now. Thanks anyway."
"Okay, okay, I'll leave you alone. Don't forget your hyungs! You work too much."
Jeon Jungkook made an affirmative grumble. "Talk to you later."
An elegant finger reached over and hung up the call. The same hand lifted his phone from his ear and placed it back on the nightstand. Jungkook wasn't able to hold the phone himself.
He was handcuffed to the headboard.
"A-Ah, noona, fuck!"
Now that he was off the phone, she turned the toy back on, making him yelp and squirm. He whimpered, thighs shaking as his prostrate was assaulted with harsh vibrations, the connected silicone ring choking his cock and balls, flush against the base of both.
He moaned her name helplessly, looking down to see her laying between his legs, jerking forward with every smack of Min Yoongi's hips. His hard, dark red cock was sticking straight up right in front of her face. She heated it with her calm exhale, smiling at his shuddering whine.
"P-Please, touch me, o-o-oh, fuuuuuuuck..."
Yoongi smacked her ass with his open palm, making Jungkook moan at the sight of her ass bouncing from his hyung's dick.
"F-Fuck, please, noona, hyung, please, I wanna c-cum so b-bad..."
She increased the vibration setting and patted his thigh, returning to casually fucking Yoongi as he lost his mind from the jarring, rough pleasure, flexing his core and ass to make his cock jerk and swing in the air, unable to touch himself because of the handcuffs.
He loved it.
Jungkook loved every second of the torture crafted just for him.
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"What a good boy for his noona."
Jungkook could only moan and whimper in response.
"Mm? Are you a good boy for her? Lying to Jimin so you can spend more time with my lovely woman?"
The younger man whimpered, biting his lip.
“H-Hyung…”
Yoongi smirked as Jungkook’s eyes rolled back, mouth open, gasping wail falling from his mouth as her tongue circled the head of his cock, lapping gently at the sensitive skin. The handcuffs rattled, Jungkook’s hands gripping the chain, tattoos standing out on his arm from his tense muscles. Yoongi watched her hands side up those toned thighs, up shaking hips, up to that slim waist, then drag back down, nails pricking at that skin, creating indents and red lines, visible, wet, glistening tongue toying with the throbbing cock in front of her.
He felt his own twitch inside her. Her muscles clenched around him tightly in response.
She lifted her head, gripping Jungkook’s hips and forcing him down on the bed, him whining and pleading for her to do more, but all three of them knew the way this was going to go and the one in the handcuffs wasn’t calling the shots.
“You keep coming back, Jungkook, and it’s gonna ruin sex for you.”
Her hand slid up his abused cock and balls, playing with them and rubbing the overstimulated skin as Yoongi increased his pace in power and speed, fingers spread out on her hips and sinking in, mirrored by the way she removed her hand from Jungkook’s length and grabbed his hips again, cocking her head, looking down at Jungkook.
“You keep flying high and you’re not going to want to come down.”
Jungkook’s black hair was all over his forehead, messy and sweaty, shudders leaving his swollen lips. The light caught the glint of the silver metal piercing on his trembling eyebrow.
She leaned down, hands crawling up his body, digging her nails in, scratching him up, and Yoongi hissed at the shifted angle, deeper now and more intense, her hair cascading down her shoulders, the sweet scent wafting up, sweet, warm, spicy, his favorite scents in the world melding together.
Sex.
Perfume.
And his woman, a curator of the little, beautiful death.
She chuckled, taunting and playful, placing her forearms on Jungkook’s chest, pushing back against Yoongi and using the other male’s body as leverage, poised in front of Jungkook’s fallen composure, one hand lifting and tracing his lips, enticing that pink tongue to sneak out, begging for a taste.
She shoved her fingers into his mouth, humming approvingly as Jungkook began to suck on them noisily, moaning around her fingers as the rhythm escalated, louder and louder, squeezing his length tighter so Yoongi had to thrust harder, growling in his chest, firmly gripping her ass, faster, rougher, her fingers sliding in further, the wet sounds of tongue and lips adding to the symphony.
Her words the crescendo.
“The jetset life is gonna kill you, Jungkook.”
The fire flared to an unbearable tension and Yoongi hissed her name, clenching his jaw and scratching her back hard, causing her to let out a long, drawn-out moan, clenching around his entire length and he came, cock jerking against her punishing walls, shooting his orgasm into the condom, his fingers sliding down her back, groaning satisfyingly when she matched him, her cum gushing out and sticking to his crotch and thighs, sweet purr of his name drifting out of her lips, her fingers slipping from Jungkook’s mouth, shiny with saliva and wiping it all over his chin.
“O-o-oh, fuuuuuuuck, please…”
And she didn’t forget, not even in her ecstasy, her hand wrapping around Jungkook’s neck, choking him strongly, driving him to the edge.
-
It took seconds.
Your lips curved into a smirk, Jungkook’s shaking, half-lidded brown orbs saturated with lust, vibrations and visuals and now the loss of blood leaving him breathless, lightheaded, and at your mercy.
Open mouth, gasping out your name.
Then he threw his head back, airlessly screaming, handcuffs rattling, muscles standing out all over his body from the searing tension, tattoos glistening with sweat, eyes rolling back, hips jolting up and shooting cum all over your stomach and his, orgasm so intense that he arched his back and jammed his cock between your bodies, your hand releasing him, Jungkook sobbing at the relief of his aching length still flinching and twitching, the hot head of his cock throbbing against your skin, still dribbling out hot cum in between your bodies, thick and slick.
You slithered on top of him, smearing it everywhere.
“Oh, God, n… noona…”
-
“Asleep already?”
You petted Jungkook’s head, smoothing his hair. “He had an eventful night.”
Yoongi chuckled. “He asked for it.”
Jungkook scooted closer to your heat, burying his nose in your chest, inhaling deeply.
Yoongi kissed the top of your head affectionately and you reached for his hand, running your fingertips over his knuckles. He placed it on your bare hip, tracing his marks on you.
“So, next time…”
“You’re already planning next time, huh?” You turned your head to look at those mischievous, cat-like eyes shrouded by strands of wispy light blue.
Yoongi ticked a brow. “Do you think he’s going to stop? I made him wait a whole month from the first time to this time and he gave me puppy eyes every chance he got.”
You shook your head with a smile, turning back to run your fingers through Jungkook’s black hair. “I wonder how you survived.”
“I looked away.”
You snickered and lifted Yoongi’s hand, pressing his fingertips to your lips.
“I would make him look away from me,” you murmured, low and dangerous.
“Hmm, then I’ll let you decide when next time will be.”
“Not counting tomorrow morning, right?”
“Of course.”
You felt Jungkook’s lips press onto your skin, a soft kiss inviting you and Yoongi to destroy him more.
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-Sugary sweet-
(Modern!Childe x gn(?) reader)
Ok tbh this is very bad since I made this a LONG LONG time ago, when my writing era just started. But when I was scrolling through my notepad I saw this fic and I was like, "Omg did I actually wrote this? (derogatory) " BUT. I was too lazy to write something else at the moment but I felt bad for not posting so I figured I should try and share this old terrible work of mine. I sincerely apologize if you don't like this fic.
Warning: cringe obvi, short like my sleep hours, mention of sugar daddy, word crimes, slightly suggestive, maybe a little bit ooc, not proofread, event take place in the modern world.
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It was a sunny day. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before. There's nothing interesting happening these days.
Well, today you decided to stop by the newly opened cafe near your office. I mean- why not? Sweets are your thing. You practically survive off sweets.
You got a few (a lot) of pastries and a cup of coffee. You were walking home cheerfully, eager to eat your pastries once you got home. That is until you bumped onto a tall figure, spilling your coffee everywhere. Even your box full of pastries fell to the ground. Before you could even do anything, the flock of birds nearby already surrounded it.
"Oh my, are you alright? " The soothing voice made you cocked your head up to look at the person.
You malfunctioned for awhile. How could a man like him exist? His ginger hair paired with beautifuly unique blue eyes. He's wearing a suit. And oh archons, his hand is so beautiful. His glove shaped itself around his fingers perfectly, complimenting his already stunning image. You were practically staring.
"Umm... Hello...? Miss? " You broke out of your fantasy upon hearing his voice once again. Archons, did I just openly stared at him? Embarrassing.
"Oh! Yea-yeah. Im sorry for bumping into you" You apologized.
"No! It supposed to be me who apologize. Because of me your food has gone to waste" Oh. You actually forgot about your pastries. Ok, now you're a bit mad. Though, you can't blame him.
"How about I compesate you? I'll buy you your pastries back" He offered.
You tried your best to turn down his offer but he keeps on insisting. At last, you accepted it anyway. Oh how could you resist when a handsome rich man with attractive hands practically begging to pay you back.
"My name is [name]." You introduced yourself while shaking his beautiful covered hand.
You exchanged your number with him. He said that although he would be more glad to go with you today, he has some jobs to do.
"I'll text you whenever I'm free. Nice to meet you, Miss [name]. I'm Ajax, by the way"
After all that, you went home. You lay in bed after taking a nice fresh cold shower.
"Ajax huh... "
You closed your eyes, slowly sailing so sleep. You were way too exhausted to think about anything anymore. Alot has happened today and you don't want anymore thought floods your mind after todays event.
You may not realized it, but you were waiting for his text.
𝘼 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.
You've finally gotten his text. So he didn't forget after all?
And here you are. Sitting infront of him, in a cafe waiting for your orders.
He got the casual look today. With a gray long sleeved turtleneck and black pants. He's not wearing gloves today. Archons. His hands really is beautiful. You can't help but stare at it.
"Are you done staring? "
You blushes madly. Archons, I did it again. You apologized, while still wearing that flustered expression all over your face.
"Ahaha... It's alright. I can't blame you for thinking that I'm attractive" He claimed proudly.
"My, you have quite the pride, Mr. Ajax. Though, I would too if I'm a person as handsome as you." He seems to be quite amused by your statement. It's bold, just like how he like it
And that's how you met Ajax. You've gradually became closer to him to the point that you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you too. Before you knew it, you both started flirting with each other.
One day, he asked you to accompany him to a certain place to discuss some "business" with you. You gladly accepted.
Your jaws opened wide when he took you to the fanciest hotel you've ever seen. You knew he is rich but wow...
You sat on the bed with satin bedsheet. If there is one word that could describe the moment, it would be "Fancy". Your heart races with anticipation as Ajax dimmed the light and sat next to you.
"I have... a job for you, my dear. It is quite beneficial for you, if I must say so. That is if you accept it, of course. " He stated.
You were interested with the sound of it since you were fired from your company not too long ago. A job is exactly what you needed.
"And may I know what job is it?" You asked.
He chuckled and started to get closer to you. His blue eyes fixated on you.
"You just need to love me. Satisfy me. And since... you seem to really love sweet things, how about I became your sweet sugar daddy? You'll just have to be by my side whenever i need you to. How does that sound angel? "
You were honestly surprised, but you would be lying to yourself if you say that you don't want him to say that.
"Well, the job does sound irresistible. I accept it. I'm truly grateful to have an employer such as you are~" You said seductively. Your answer was given, consent was established, now there's only one thing to do
He pulls you onto his lap, He close the distance between your faces and pulls you into a heated make out session. It went on for quite a while.
He broke off the kiss, letting you to take your breath. "I think... We shouldn't rush this. Let's take it slow. " He said as he brushed his hand softly on you cheek. Caressing it.
"And since you love this finger of mine so much... " He whispered softly to your ear.
He shoved his index and his middle finger in your mouth, touching the back of your tongue with the his finger pads.
"Why don't you suck it for me, darling~"
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Commission info for Love Letters from your favorite character here!
- Honestly, your probably meet him through his Dad or all people
- You meet Arthur at the store, you’re probably at a department store or the grocery store
- Maybe you work here, maybe you just come there weekly to run errands
- But you’re probably a personal shopper
- And you’re looking for something in particular, but every time you go to that section, there’s this lanky middle aged man just standing there
- And you really don’t want to get involved
- But your over active imagination gets the best of you
- What’s if he’s a widower? And he’s just not used to shopping because his partner did all of that
- Or what if he’s trying to get a gift for his new love interest and he’s just trying to get back out there
- And well, if he is a widower, and he just needs some help- shouldn’t you help him?
- Isn’t that just the right thing to do?
- So even though you don’t want to get involved, you very hesitantly approach this red haired man
- “Um, excuse me sir- but is there something I can help you with?”
- He lights up when you approach him
- Looks like the poor thing is a widower
- “Would you explain the purpose to me of this item?”
- He’s holding up a bath kit, one that comes with a bath bomb, some bath salts, and bubble bath soap
- “Um well it’s a bath kit sir”
- He looks at the package for several ing moments before pointing to the circular bath bomb
- “Is this a sweet? Is it a treat you eat when you’re in the bath tub?”
- You practically fall over yourself rushing to tell him that no, it is in fact not a treat
- “It’s like a bubble bath type of thing, you drop it into the water and it turns the bath a certain color, this ones a fortune type so after it’s done fizzing out you get a little fortune.”
- “Well isn’t that fascinating, you Muggles are quite remarkable”
- You don’t think it’s that amazing, just some baking soda and aromatics
- Also what’s a muggle? Is that some middle age slang for young people?
- You help him to the register, and you think that’ll be it, you’ll probably never see him
- So imagine your surprise when you see him again next week, this time in front of a completely different section with the same expression
- “Well hello again, can you help me with this?”
- It’s sort of a fast friendship, you learn a little more about him with each visit
- He is in fact, not, a widower
- He has 8, no 7 children
- And he works for the government
- “A glorified paper pusher really” he says, but you get the feeling he’s being humble
- “How old are you, if you don’t mine me asking?”
- You tell him and he smiles
- “That’s how old my Son is, you two would be a good match.”
- “Which one? Don’t you have seven?”
- He smiles, because you still count Fred as his child even though he’s gone, just like him
- “Take your pick, I’ve got a whole volleyball teams for you to pick from”
- You laugh
- He’s a nice guy, the exact image of what a dad is, you think
- You like him
- Arthur likes you too, he thinks you would be a good match for Percy, maybe George
- He wants to give Percy a fighting chance, he’s a good boy-
- But he’s got his nose stuck in a book most days, Arthur considers it lucky if he ever gets married
- So it’s in early winter that he drags Percy with him to the department store hoping he’ll run into you
- “Why do I have to come along again?”Percy asks grumbling as he walks beside his father
- “Because I’m buying gifts for my department-“
- “You never buy us any gifts” Charlie teases from his other side
- Arthur also brought Charlie, to seem a little less obvious about his intentions of setting you up with one of his children
- He figures Charlie is the most harmless, if you see Bill... well that would be disappointing for you
- considering he’s married and all
- And the scars might raise more questions than he’s willing to answer
- And then Ron was busy at the ministry today, an emergency or something.
- He’s already decided as he walks through the store that if this doesn’t work out, he’s bringing George next week-
- And if that doesn’t work out, well-
- Maybe Ginny would be more your type
- how solid are Harry and Ginny really
- He’s so caught up in his own mental gymnastics that he doesn’t realize one of his sons isn’t following him until he’s well inside the store
- “Where’s Percy?”
- “Oh, he left like 15 minutes ago to take a phone call for work, but I bet he snuck off to that bookstore across the street.” Charlie says casually eyeing a brightly colored display
- Arthur sighs, well he does need to get some gifts for the kids, almost Christmas and all
- “Hello Arthur, what are you dissecting today?” You ask when you see him
- “Just picking up gifts with my son-“
- A small frown lilts onto your face, his son?
- It’s only a little shift of your head and you see him
- Well isn’t he just gorgeous
- He’s got a firm build, toned arms littered with dozens of scars and burns
- His face is chiseled, with a light dusting of red hair, matching vivid hair is long and pulled into a bun
- And the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen
- Damn what a hottie
- Arthur should have told told you his son was a total smokeshow
- And he’s got 6 of them?!? Are they all this gorgeous?
- Arthur doesn’t miss the way you look at Charlie
- And one glance at Charlie is all He needs to know that the feeling is mutual
- Why didn’t he think of Charlie?
- Well- actually he had started to think that maybe Charlie just didn’t feel that way about people.
- And so, to be supportive, he wasn’t going to push him into any romantic relationship
- But well since he seems to find you pleasing-
- “This is my son Charlie-“ he says putting both his hands on Charlie’s shoulders and jerking him closer to you
- A light red begins to dust Charlie’s cheeks, wether it’s from embarrassment or attraction he’s not sure
- You fidget in front of him feeling oddly self conscious
- “Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)”
- He takes you hand in his with a firm squeeze and you feel a little lightheaded
- His hands are surprisingly soft
- On closer inspection he’s got a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of his nose
- Adorable really
- “So how do you know my dad?” He asks when Arthur is busy /giving you two time to get to know each other looking through the candle selection
- “Oh um I don’t know I guess we just became friends talking about how stuff works?”
- It’s a little weird to think about it, Arthur is your dads age, but he’s like your friend?
- It’s kinda weird tbh
- You wonder how Charlie’s digesting it but he just grins
- “Yeah that sounds like Dad.”
- It’s cute, the way he looks at his Dad
- You remember hearing about Charlie, that he works far away and that Arthur and his wife worry about him. And that he likes animals
- It’s kind of like meeting a celebrity, you know all about him
- except for the fact that he’s a wizard of course
- Well, it was nice meeting one of Arthur’s famous son’s, you suppose he’ll go back to Romania soon and -
- “I was wondering-“ he leans down, his voice low “if you might do me a small favor?”
- Your eyebrows thread together and your head tilts to the side a bit
- “It depends on what it is”
- Charlie only grins
- And so you find yourself standing in front of King’s Cross Station on your next free day, wearing a nice outfit that seems neither too causal, or like you’re trying too hard
- Your fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt until you see Charlie round the corner
- Well doesn’t he look absolutely delicious
- He’s wearing a crisp white collard shirt and a sweater over it, with a pair of khaki trousers
- Very dark academia
- “Sorry have you been waiting long?”
- You shake your head
- “No only a few minutes, have you thought about what you might want to get him?” You ask and he flashes a little and shakes his head
- “The best I could think of was a gadget of some kind?”
- You nod, you can work with that
- The favor Charlie wanted was pretty simple
- He needed help picking out a Christmas gift for his Dad
- Oddly wholesome in its own way
- You take him to a large department store
- “Maybe this pasta maker?”
- “No, Mum’s already got one”
- He should know, his dad enchanted it to make pasta on its own
- “Than maybe this waffle maker?”
- He shakes his head again, they had one and it did not end well
- You go to several stores throughout the day, but there’s nothing quite right at any of them
- Eventually you both slump down on chairs, untouched mugs of tea in front of you, both of you utterly exhausted
- “This is so much harder than I thought” you mumble, Arthur seems like such an easy to please person
- “I’m sorry” Charlie says, honestly the reason neither of you can pick something is because he can’t be honest with you
- Yeah his Dad loves muggle gadgets, but he loves them because he wants to take them apart, to see how it works
- And then he wants to enchant certain parts to make the contraption even better
- But he can’t tell you all that now can he?
- Not when you’re a muggle
- He sighs leaning back in his chair
- Maybe he shouldn’t have asked you for help, he saw how close you and his Dad were, like you were already family-
- But it’s unfair to you to monopolize all your free time like this-
- “It’s no problem really, this is actually really fun”
- You’re not lying, hanging out with Charlie is really fun.
- Usually spending time with people you’ve only just met exhausts you
- But being with him makes you feel comfortable, the two of you falling into a comfortable rhythm
- Guess he’s kinda like his Dad in that way
- You feel your mouth quirk into a small smile at the thought.
- He kinda looks like his dad too on closer inspection, around the jaw and-
- “Are your ears pierced?” You ask, and Charlie immediately flushes. A hand nervously fluttering to his ear
- “U-um yes, I did it when I was younger-“ he lets out a nervous laugh
- You raise an eyebrow
- “What did some girl break your heart?”
- He sputters at that
- “N-no of course not”
- You feel a wicked grin curling on your face, he’s awfully fun to tease
- “Boyfriend then?”
- He’s burning so bright red that you think steam might actually start coming out of his ears
- “N-no it was nothing like that,” his eyes are looking into his mug, fingers still twiddling with his earlobe.
- “My brother and I got them at the same time with our other friend. It was really their thing, wanting to get the piercing that is, I just joined to be apart of it”
- You can certainly see it, Charlie getting swept up in his friends things.
- “Besides this sort of thing... it doesn’t really suit me” he lets out a nervous laugh and you feel your heart swell
- “I think it would look great on you” The words leave your mouth without even thinking and you feel your face grow hot when they do.
- What are you saying!?!
- You’re embarrassed, but Charlie’s flattered.
- He’s never been the favorite sibling, he’s not as brave as Bill, or as funny as George, Percy’s the smart one, Ron’s the charismatic one, and Ginny’s the athletic one
- He hasn’t got anything to compete with honestly-
- All he can do is try to emulate his siblings, he guesses he’s still trying to figure out who he is
- Which is a little pathetic at his age- at least that’s how he feels
- But hearing you say it would look good on him- well it makes his heart flutter
- Meanwhile you’re completely ignorant to the fact that you’re making his heart race
- Completely caught up in your own embarrassment
- Geez you’re just blurting stuff out like a kid
- A lightbulb goes over your head
- “Hey I think I might have an idea of what your Dad might like!”
- You practically tug him into the the next shop, his face contorted in confusion until you show him what you thought of
- “Oh Merlin, it’s perfect”
- You’re both standing in the toy section of a department store
- Charlie’s watching the bubble machine like it’s the best thing he’s ever saw
- His dad is going to love enchanting it
- While Charlie’s asking the clerk about gift wrapping and other things you wander around the store
- Stopping when you see a rack of candles
- They’re the ‘homesick’ candles, with a scent that’s a place
- And then you see something else glint from the corner of your eye
- “Thank you so much for your help today-“
- You’re both standing in front of king’s cross again, you’re about to go home
- Charlie takes a deep gulp, if he was brave like Bill he might ask you on a date- a real day
- But he’s not
- So he’ll just thank you for your time, and ask for a business card so he can send you a tasteful gift with maybe a card asking to spend time again with you
- But before he can get the words out you thrust something out to him
- It’s a neat folded striped pink and green bag
- He takes it carefully on his hands, leading inside
- “Candles?”
- You nod
- “They’re those homesick candles, they have a scent for places, I got you London and then another one that says English country- it’s amber, honeysuckle and moss, I thought you might like it” you’re blabbering-
- There really wasn’t a need to do anything like this for him
- But well- you know he probably feels so homesick, not to mention his rowdy siblings
- So maybe this will offer him some comfort
- But he’s not looking at the candles he’s looking at something else that’s glinting beside them
- Thick fingers gently pinch the end of the thick paper square
- It’s a pair of earrings
- They’re Dragon Earrings
- “Oh that.” You look at the item with a wide expression “it’s really like a gag gift, I know you work with animals and you’ve got the piercing so-”
- Charlie’s grinning
- “You didn’t have to do all this.”
- “O-oh no, it was no big deal at all, I um- I wanted to.” You give him a shy smile and he feels butterflies erupt in his stomach
- He’s never going to be as brave as Bill, or as Smart as Percy, as funny as George or loyal as Ron.
- But he wants to be kind
- As kind as you, if not more
- “No, I couldn’t possibly let you do something like this for me, especially not after all your help today”
- You feel yourself deflate, ah you were overstepping weren’t you?
- It’s just- you’ve heard so much about him and you work so well together,
- You had started to think of him as a friend
- But clearly it was too much -
- “Let me take you out to dinner sometime,” your eyes snap to his face, which is dusted with pink, deep brown eyes staring into your own
- “To repay you for all the kindness you’ve shown me today”
- You feel a smile spread across your face, arching into a goofy grin
- He’s looking at you hopefully, pieces ears burning red. A matching hopeful smile curled onto his face
- “I would love to”
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🍒 I loved what you wrote for my Boba request, so good and so on point 😘👌🏻 How are you liking the season so far? I have…mixed feelings lol. I’m trying to save my judgement until the end of the series though, there’s still so much more they can do with it.
Anyway…I have a uh Thot 🙃 Totally unrelated to Boba. There’s this gif of Jesse and Kix talking during the Bad Batch arc in S7 (i wish i knew how to add images in here!) But every time i see it, i’m just drawn to how thicc Jesse’s thighs look and 🥵 i just can’t handle it. So i’ve come to see if my very best friend here can help a poor girl out with her Jesse Thigh Attraction. Pretty pleaseee? 😇🍒
oh honey you don't even have to pretty please this request bc i know EXACTLY the scene you are talking about. when he and kix are making fun of the batch right?? oh my god this actually made my day - hell probably my whole week! (i am also so sorry for taking so long, this semester is proving itself to be a lot but i’m also really excited for it:) hope you understand <3)
i also have mixed feelings about bobf so far. i don’t wanna sound like one of those fanboys and bitch about it but the third episode just really didn’t do it for me, i'm frankly kind of pissed how they just threw the storyline about the tuskens out the window. it was so interesting to see boba connecting with them and really humanizing them and then bleh they just killed them off and gave us space power rangers which i thought was bullshit. AND i love din but what the hell? this is supposed to be a love letter to boba fucking fett??
ANYWAYS enough of my babbling, i really hope the show picks up from here on out!
good ol arc trooper jesse content under the cut. 18+
okay we're gonna do this in a bulleted list bc i feel like i can capture everything better that way so without further adooooo...
i feel like jesse lowkey doesn't even really think twice about his thighs
like he always thought that most people liked troopers arms because they were nice and muscular, like that’s the socially acceptable thing to like right?
wrong, jesse. so fucking wrong.
you notice how big his legs look the first time you meet him. the dirty, white plastid wrapping so perfectly around his absolute fuckin ham hocks, the long treks across countless planets doing wonders for the muscles there
but the first time you really realized how strong his legs were was when you first slept together, the way his thighs felt so solid while smacking against the back of your own, driving home into your slick with loud, unashamed grunts
one time while y'all are fooling around, you grab onto his thighs while he's pressed up against you, massaging them a little more than necessary tbh
and that's when it clicks in his cute noggin
he kind of falters for a quick second upon realizing you really like his thighs, probably even more than he likes yours
but jesse is so smug (god i love him) and so of course he uses this opportunity to tease you about it
he gets harder each time you whimper at his teasing, "you got a dirty little secret, baby?"
when you gasp out a “yes” at that tone of his voice you both are so eager to get busy but he drags it out because of course he does even though he’s already leaking while imagining you humping his thick thighs
jesse gets up from where he was slotted in between your legs and replaces his body with just one of his thighs, his knee pushing down into the soft bedding at the bottom of your ass
he takes this opportunity to look down and admire your flustered state, your clothes rumpled, a tit peeking out of the collar of your low cut shirt
jesse has a wide hand clasped around one of your legs, bringing your core closer to his thigh and tsks when you try to grind against it. tightening his grip on your thigh and bringing his other hand down to your heat
“hang on, baby. lemme get you started.”
he starts using his middle finger to prod at your engorged clit through your panties, deliberately swirling once you let out a nice, long sigh
he groans when he feels the wet fabric of your panties rub against his bare thigh, the erection in his underwear now painfully obvious against your bent leg that he has pulled flush to himself
you whimper for him, “i-jesse... oh wanna come.”
he huffs out a breath of air, trying to concentrate on bringing you to your high but ultimately decides that this is as best time as ever to try out what you have been dreaming about
he stops and pulls away, hooking his hands around you waist to bring you up, “and i wanna see what it is that has you so fucking wet.”
jesse gives a quick smack to your ass as he swaps your spot for his, although he elects to sit up against the headboard, guiding your hips to straddle his bent leg
you fully sit on his thigh and he, again, groans at the contact. you’re aching and waste no time in moving your hips back and forth, riding jesse’s thigh with fluid thrusts
your mouth immediately hangs open at the feeling of your panties helping the friction on your clit, and it’s safe to say that jesse loves the view
the sight of him leaning back, his cock tenting his briefs and his arms gripping your hips urges you to speed up, unbothered with how the bed creaks with each roll of your body, your moans traveling through the room with no couth
jesse knows you like it when he lets his mouth run on and on during sex, and he begins babbling nonsense when your knee begins to nudge his full balls, the feeling making him begin to sweat
“take it, cyar’ika.” a moan cuts him off, “you like fucking my thighs? yeah? so fucking dirty. you’re my dirty girl.”
you’re moving so quickly your upper body begins to bounce on top of him, your moans becoming impossibly louder and more frequent
your eyes squeeze shut when you feel the pool of heat in your stomach feel it’s about to overflow, nearly screaming jesse’s name as you grip his shoulders and come in your panties
jesse groans along with you, moving to sweet talk you as you begin to calm down, “oooh look at that. my pretty little thing.”
Jesse is definitely a talker but i think he also really likes physical touch so when you’re calming down he likes to run the back of his hand against your cheeks, whispering about how pretty you are and how he loves taking care of you, giving you kisses wherever he can reach
from then on, whenever you two are going to have a quickie, or just want to have some fun foreplay, your thighs are wrapped around one of jesse’s incredibly beefy thighs. bound to make your neighbors complain about the noise.
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Hey love, hope you're having a nice day
My mom strongly believes Taemin has a thing for using some sort of element to cover his head in most of his MVs. Obviously we're both too dumb to catch the symbolism (if any) so I thought why not ask someone who knows?
So what do you think? Is there any deep reason behind the head bags or is it just an aesthetic thing?
anon!!!! mwah!!! i'm having a better day because you sent this in!!!!
your mom is right, taemin absolutely has a thing for covering his head, specifically his face! you can see masks and/or veils (under the cut):
in the hit the stage performance of sayonara hitori
in the offsick concert teaser
in the nippon budokan performance of i’m crying
in the move mv here (there are several shots from this scene), and here
in the want mv here
there’s a quick shot of him pulling off a veil in criminal
and of course, advice. and again.
also some other images:
1. from the ngda act 1 promo photos
2. from the 2kids promo photos
3. from the move album scans
4. the cover of ngda act 2 messiah version
5. an actual bag over his head in the criminal mv
6. from the most recent short vcr in the ngda beyond live
7. from the sayonara hitori album scans
this is not an exhaustive list because i know i’ve missed some; i'm 80% sure there was a mask with the red outfit in the ngda act 1 scans but this is enough examples i think to show that it’s definitely deliberate. and i'm not even bringing up all the times he physically covers his face with a body part or it’s obscured through an effect, because then we gotta talk about the famous choreography, the idea choreography, the just me and you vcr, and countless promo photos and album scans from essentially every era in his entire solo career.
the backbone of the kpop industry in its current state is the idols' faces. human nature has proven time and time again that the easiest way to catch an audience is through a pretty face (by whatever the standards are at the time), and in an industry built on militant commercialism, of course the emphasis is going to be on those faces. you can see it in every bit of content. turning physical albums into mass collectibles, with multiple versions, giant photobooks, photocards. an idol’s face IS their uniform. when an idol doesn’t want to be seen, what's the first thing they do? cover their face. (and people still take pictures of them anyways). i’ve seen countless times on vlives and ig lives where an idol is wearing a mask and there will be a stream of “show us your face <3”’s until they do. their face is their brand. every decision a stylist, a publicist, a company makes is to optimize exactly how beautiful they can make their idols look, because that’s by and large what the fans want. obviously it's a product of the larger trend in unattainable beauty standards fueled by social media, but i'm not going to talk much about that, because it's a lot. if you’ve followed me for long enough (probably just for more than a few days tbh, since i talk about it constantly), you’ll have noticed that i'm a huge proponent of ‘ugly’ hair trends, and i'm a huge proponent of ugly styling in general. when idols have to be fashion models as well as inhuman performing machines, you’re setting them up to everything that plagues that industry as well, which means massive complexes about their faces and bodies, in the most mild of terms.
‘ugliness’ has freedom in it. part of the reason why i’ve gone extra insane for advice as a whole is because it IS ugly. taemin’s extensions ARE awful. his hands are blackened and dirty the whole mv, and so are portions of his body. he’s visibly flaunting his real tattoos*, which are still deeply stigmatized in the east. we see him get in a car crash. in arguably the most flattering/conventionally attractive outfit, he’s got heavy mascara tear tracks. the song isn’t particularly melodic, the choreography is childish and jerky, the lyrics directly call out the people that treat him like an object. and of course, the mask. all of these are cracks in the facade, confronting us, on purpose, with the crumbling of his perpetually pretty, perfect persona. he's hurt, he's angry, he's got his hands deep in the grime of living in the public eye that the public refuses to see, and now he's going to smear it all over himself until you DO see it. at the end of the mv his triumph is not that he washes himself clean, but that he paints overtop. gesso on an old canvas; a fresh start, but fundamentally informed by the things underneath.
taemin uses masks as a way to deface himself. both in the literal sense of removing his face from the equation but also in the synonomic sense of the destruction, the obliteration, the vandalization of himself. of his brand. known as sm’s pretty boy since he was 14, who is he if he doesn’t have his face?
as a general device the masks are an entreaty to address him on his own artistic merit. but they do often have specific meanings within their contexts. in the i’m crying performance it is to remove himself as an entity all together; he is anonymous now, an unseen narrator to the performers on stage.** in move and want it’s for emphasis on his body; proof that he can still ensnare you with his limbs alone. pulling off the veil/reversing it back on in criminal as a revealing/concealing of the two sides of himself on display in the mv. the literal suffocation of one of those sides with a plastic bag. the voice in idea says ‘you are my messiah,’ but the cover of the album denies confirmation of that identity.
there’s more to be dug into here, especially with the ngda act 2 photos but i’d have to go back through my catholic iconography notes again and this would be a lot longer than it already is. i’m also looking at this from a western perspective, there are undoubtedly double meanings specific to a korean context that i haven’t clocked. but that’s the reason i love his work so much! it stands up to a lot of rigorous analysis and there’s always going to be something that i don’t catch right away, something more to learn.
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* we learned like yesterday that his hip tattoo is a peony, which he named as symbolizing freedom. peonies tend to have primarily positive meanings across east asian cultures, but in victorian floriography, they mean shame and sometimes anger.
** this style of performance is very common in cirque du soleil shows, especially the older ones from the early 2000s. it's pretty common to have a ballad or operatic singer featured as a ‘narrator’ to a specific story section of routine. i’m sure this is probably frequent in other places as well, but i’m naming cirque specifically because that’s where i’ve seen it the most, and also because there is an actual circus performer on stage during this. plus there’s a guy in a pierrot costume, who is probably the most famous clown***. (although the costume is technically wrong because pierrot is supposed to be unmasked. (ironic plays loudly in the distance))
*** clown of the technical variety and not clown of the honk honk birthday variety.
#taemin#im not just saying i like ugly hair because i have a neon orange mullet with an undercut#but also i do have a neon orange mullet with an undercut so that should give you a pretty good indication of my opinions#frankly im just for ugly clothes in general because im tired of looking at the same types of faces/outfits/whatever#thats been propagated by instagram and tiktok#also by celebrity culture and beauty standards in general#that being said none of what taemin is doing is actually ugly ugly#he definitely has waaaaay too much pride to deface himself physically that far and i doubt sm would ever allow it#this is just looking at his public persona and how it interacts with his art#his solo career in particular i think you would be hard pressed to find anything of shinee's that covers their faces#the odd concept photos are the only ones i can think of that come close#i think youd be hard pressed to find any group that willingly has covered or distorted faces in their main promotional material#without the purpose of like 'oh who is this going to be~~~' surprise type reveals#ok tags and the post are very long now i will stop#anon please give your mom a kiss for me i think it sweet you talk about kpop with her!!!#taemin meta#kpop analysis#text#anonymous#fun additional fact about me which is very indicative of my current path in life#i used to make my parents tape cbc broadcasts of cirque shows#those tapes and art attack were the only tv i watched with any consistency until i was like#12#i didnt watch a single disney movie until i was like 14 maybe?#did watching only art attack and cirque irreparably fuck me up as a child? yea probably#but at least i dont have a sentimental relationship to the disney corporation so i won in the long run#kpop questions#group analysis
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MASTERLIST Updated 03/20/2021
COMPLETED AO3 FICS [Kim Taehyung/Park Jimin]
1. The Sound of Your Heart
Summary: There was something so easy about it, it was almost scary. Taehyung didn’t want to feel this way, didn’t want to feel this overwhelming fondness; but not unlike his head, his heart was hard to persuade once it had decided a path. And Taehyung was scared that it had decided on the mute new boy with pretty features and a warm smile.
Words: 144,014
2. All the King's Men
Summary: Castle servants Jimin and Taehyung find themselves involved in a game with the Crown Prince.
Words: 52,531
3. golden haze
Summary: Taehyung watches Jimin’s mouth twist into a pout, forming the word ‘fucking’ with his thick lips before he’s whipping out his translation device again. Taehyung doesn’t have time to stop him when various pornographic images pop up on his holographic screen, Jimin’s eyes widening with intrigue, his mouth falling open at the suggestive images in front of him.
(or: lonely college student taehyung harbors an alien fugitive in his apartment. nothing goes as planned.)
Words: 34,850
4. Drag'on Together (Love Is Its Own Magic)
Summary: “I swear to God, Taehyung if you stop to pick up one more rock because you think it might be some sort of rare stone, I’m leaving you here,” Jimin huffs as he tries to sound intimidating.
“Jiminnie, we both know you wouldn’t survive a minute without me, so stop with the empty threats, okay?” Taehyung replies, happily ignoring his dark-haired friend.
Jimin would argue, he would, if it wasn’t for the fact that Taehyung was right.
or
The time Taehyung and Jimin finds a blue rock and it turns out to be so much more.
Words: 30,554
5. even the weariest river
Summary: It's moments like this that make Taehyung panic. The open derision on each courtier's face, the scorn of his brother as he turns from his prey. The slit of Park Jimin's eyes, just barely open and dark and hateful, as Taehyung swallows and squares his shoulders and says—
"I want to claim him."
The tides of war change, and sweep Taehyung and Jimin along with them.
Words: 152,979
6. i fell in love with the pizza delivery guy (and then i blew him in the bathroom)
Summary: Send your best delivery guy. Preferably cute, preferably packing.
“You're the one who ordered me,” Taehyung says. Not exactly a question; more of a statement.
“Well, I ordered pizza; you just happen to be a delightful bonus,” Jimin clarifies, lips drawn up in a smirk that sets Taehuyung’s blood on fire in a most delectable way. “Although, had I known a pretty face like yours was working there...maybe I would have been more specific with my instructions. At least I know for next time.”
(or, Jimin orders pizza and a little something extra, and Taehyung delivers without really knowing what he's signing up for)
Words: 18,438
7. Grand Jeté
Summary: Refusing to spend another night alone, Taehyung surprises his perfectionist of a boyfriend Jimin at his dance studio with the intent of dragging him home. But their pent-up emotions from spending time apart has the visit ending with a lot of kissing and a little experimenting.
Words: 8,200
8. Already Midnight
Summary: On New Year's Eve, Taehyung is drunk. So drunk that he doesn't recognize Jimin as his boyfriend. When Jimin kisses him at midnight, Taehyung threatens to call his man- aka Jimin.
Words: 3,951
9. Worth The Risk
Summary: The rules are simple: no kissing on the lips, no petnames, no cuddling after sex, no sleepovers, no labels, and no catching feelings.
It should be simple. In fact, it would be simple, if it weren’t for one tiny thing...Taehyung is pretty sure he’s in love with Jimin. And that’s absolutely against the rules.
Words: 23,645
10. Common Ground
Summary: Taehyung is rich, a little bit bratty, a lot a bit spoiled, and failing calculus. Jimin works full time, tutors, and is a straight-A student. There's a rulebook somewhere that states very clearly that people like Jimin should never associate with people like Taehyung. But rules are meant to be broken. And opposites always, always attract.
Words: 44,136
11. This is not a dream
Summary: He would think they were ships in the night if not for the fact that every night, Jimin lays his head in Taehyung’s lap and Taehyung runs fingers without nerve endings through his hair. If they didn't have this false, teasing closeness long enough to learn every detail of each other's lives, long enough that Jimin is the person Taehyung spends the most time with by a mile.
(Jimin leaves. Two months later, he falls in love with Taehyung.)
Words: 12,370
12. Shooting Stars and Silver Moons
Summary: Yoongi and Jimin make a bet, Taehyung makes bad decisions.
(Or: "I'm kind of pissed you didn't choose me to fake date, I'm your best friend")
Words: 20,206
13. the whole world is blue
Summary: Taehyung is not going to confess. That kind of thing never ends well. The movies are wrong. It doesn't always turn out to be mutual. Real life isn't so romantic like that.
Words: 10,829
14. Swipe Right
Summary: As a best friend, Jimin will do anything for Taehyung. This includes being his fake boyfriend to ward off the unwanted attention Taehyung is receiving after using a dating app and agreeing to meet someone.
Words: 26,085
15. Define Me in Terms of You
Summary: This is either Taehyung's greatest idea, or his worst.
“So, let me get this straight. You want me to teach you how to play guitar, join a fake band and enter a competition just so that you can impress a guy you like?"
Words: 9,808
16. i just adore you asking for more
Summary: Taehyung is a successful model looking for a discreet release. Jimin is a professional dom who won’t judge his browsing history.
Words: 90,201
17. Sirius
Summary: "Dude, our entire relationship could be an Ed Sheeran album."
Words: 16,955
18. it's your heart i wanna live (& sleep) in
Summary: The first time Jimin sleeps over at Taehyung's, it's an emergency. The other times after? That's a different story.
Words: 22,658
19. kissing up on fences (and up on walls, i don't want to fall)
Summary: They’ve always been close, Taehyung and Jimin. Where one went, it would be rare to see them without the other. This is a fact Namjoon knows better than most, having coexisted with them in close quarters for such a long time.
Namjoon had not, however, for all his proclaimed wisdom and prudence, had the foresight to see that they’d become this close.
(or: the five times the other members thought they were dating, and the one time jimin starts to wonder if they really are)
Words: 8,738
20. The Usual
Summary: Alternatively titled: The Regular
Jimin will date anyone, except for boys who serve coffee.
Words: 27,935
21. i'm so sorry but it's fake love (tbh, not really)
Summary: when chaebol/commitment anti-fan park jimin learns he's being married off, he does the smartest thing in the world: hire a fake boyfriend he found on the internet (aka Craigslist's personal ads)
all he needs is just three months with said fake boyfriend to convince his parents to leave him alone. after that, he'll get back to his regular programming.
except, not really.
Words: 209,565
22. Gravity//Oxygen
Summary: He already lost his parents.
He'll be damned if he loses Jimin's smile too.
We stay together.
Always.
Taehyung is out for revenge. And he'll do anything to get it.
Words: 180,321
23. A Screenshot of Youth
Summary: There’s a sharp intake of breath, Taehyung’s grip tightening over Jimin’s with a gentle squeeze. “Jimin,” his voice is serious, and Jimin watches him, strangely endeared. “Let’s be friends.”
And it’s like this, that they begin as friends in the heat of a sweltering summer, twelve years old and too young to think much of it, hands twined together under the blanket of a setting sun.
(In which Jimin and Taehyung grow up together.)
Words: 18,496
24. i'll take the desert, you take the coast
Summary: “Everyone I know is a candlestick nearing its demise. They’re afraid of bringing meaning into their lives, of cultivating that glow. But you, prince Park Jimin, you are different. You glow with the passion of more than a thousand suns.”
Words: 30,973
25. just to get a taste
Summary: The one where Jeongguk dares Jimin and Taehyung to kiss and it unravels a lot of feelings. But mostly more kisses.
Or the one where Jimin's heart is stupid and Jimin's best friend is actually irresistible. Who'd've thunk, huh?
Words: 24,375
26. tell them it's the end
Summary: Five months after Taehyung suddenly walked out on him, Jimin finds out that Taehyung has yet to inform his family, who absolutely loved Jimin, about their split.
Jimin tries to swallow his feelings as he once again “dates” Taehyung.
Words: 13,802
27. stay with you
Summary: Taehyung wondered why he always see this blonde man, getting wasted every night. Its such a shame seeing his pretty face wasting every single night of his life in this bar.
Until he saw his eyes, and he understood why.
(Or Jimin is broken and he wanted his happiness back.)
Words: 12,875
28. ring the changes
Summary: That's the nature of one-sided confessions. Things change.
Words: 45,248
29. summer, winter, spring (i'm falling for you)
Summary: The school starts to take notice of Jimin.
Taehyung has always noticed.
Words: 41,786
30. Make Me-al
Summary: In which Jimin starts to work at Jin's restaurant and there he meets Taehyung, the new rookie waiter that kinda gets him off his nerves (the feeling is mutual). Yet, the tension between them is hotter than the ovens from the kitchen...
Words: 26,886
31. such stuff as dreams are made on
Summary: "sir no one, may i have this dance?"
or: kim taehyung, a kitchen boy, sneaks into a royal masquerade. park jimin is the prince he never expected.
Words: 38,753
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okay would you be willing to rank the sneaking suits?
Yes, I would, a lot. This is gonna be image-heavy and will go under a cut because I want to at least try to appear dignified and normal on the surface.
In order of most to least favorite.
1. MGS2
This suit, yall. this fuckin suit. Jesus christ. I feel like it's meant to look good more than it's meant to be functional, and BOY HOWDY DOES IT DO A GOOD JOB OF LOOKING GOOD. I think we all know Kojima thinks tactical gear is hot, and that's all kind of here. But like, it doesn't look *trashy*. I'm into ladies too and tbh I don't really mind the whole bikini armor thing, but I will admit that bikini armor is annoying because it’s usually trashy-looking. It is much, much more attractive when someone's gear is sexy while still being tastefully subtle about it and thats what THIS is, on a man instead of a woman too, which gets it rarity bonus points.
Like. For real. and it just looks so GOOD on him too, you know? Combined with the long hair and bandana... /chin-hands/ perfect character design. hottest thing ever. eternal fangirl until I die.
(using a pic of this figma because it’s detailed in a way mgs2 isn’t) You know. It just kinda leads your eye around. There's a way in which his vest slopes down his back with the location of the drawstrings that makes it look like a corset. There's a way in which the straps on his legs extend downward from his vest that makes it look like garters. Like it's all there, and I'm 95.8276 percent sure it was deliberate.
If I can pull my head out of the gutter for a second. I also really like how this suit is kinda ambiguous blue-teal-grey colored. Mgs2 does an interesting thing with the lighting where the color of this suit kinda changes depending on the temperature of the lighting that is hitting it, whether it contains more cool or warm colors, the suit kinda shifts with it. I really like that detail because it feels tactically sound, like a precursor to the octocamo.
Anyway.
2. PO/PW/GZ
Woof woof bark bark. Sometimes I wish that the mgs2 suit was a lot darker in color because I think dark colors are sexy, and this suit takes care of all that for me while still having a bunch of tasty eye-leading design that differentiates it from everything else. The splash of color on the gold bands and green harness is a great touch and almost gives this a sort of "wetsuit" vibe? I also really like the drawstrings on the sides of the arms and legs. This design is super good. Big Boss more like Big Sigh while my eyes turn into hearts.
3. MGS1
The suit that started it all. This one definitely leans a lot more towards the "functional" rather than "sexy" side of the scale in part because of the elbow-knee pads and the thermal vest. TBH for a bit I didn't like this suit a whole lot because I always thought it fit him weird, mostly because the model in Twin Snakes was my only non-polygon reference for it and it just wasn't that good, imo. But then I saw this render...
and this figurine:
my opinion changed and now I love it, it's so COOL LOOKING. All it needs is a bit of a more modern render in order for you to fully appreciate it, imo!!
I think this suit is the most badass out of the bunch, kind of the most "I mean serious business" out of the bunch, and naturally, that = sexy. I think also that Snake having short hair with a bulkier suit is a great character design contrast, similiar to how in mgs2 he grew out his hair longer which contrasted with the sleeker mgs2 suit. Shinkawa knows what’s good.
4. MGS4
Old Snake's suit, oh, Old Snake's suit. MGS4 was the game where people really started noticing and talking about how much emphasis was placed on his ass, which looks fucking fantastic for his age might I add. Besides that, this suit design was always super interesting to me because of how it feels like an All-In-One sort of thing, and how its lines and such kind of mimic muscles and sinew.
(courtesy of our favorite mgs4 documentarian @youlltrytobreakmetoo) It seems like a very carefully-constructed suit with a ton of thought and effort put into its design. It is not as much to my personal taste like more traditional-looking gear is, but it's still very cool looking! The load-bearing vest up top isn't my favorite thing either but I appreciate it design-wise as a contrast in the silhouette. I also love the octo-camo. It's such a neat idea, and all the patterns look great. I particularly like the black Metals one and the really dark navy blue one.
5. MGSV
Venom Snake is a straight up hunky beefcake who will look great in anything you put on him. Absolute legend. I do personally prefer him in his usual outfit but he also looks real good in the sneaking suits. While the GZ suit is an option here, This entry is more about the black and grey sneaking suit that is an option in TPP, which I thiiiink is meant to be a rehash of the mgs1 suit?
(Oh god, that image is smaller than I thought, sorry for the blurriness.) I think it looks good on him but it, in my opinion, needs more color and distinguishing design features. It needs to be a little more design-y and a little less functional. But it doesn’t have anything that I hard dislike on it so it’s still not last.
6. MGS3 black sneaking suit
Unpopular opinion? maybe.
Not saying this doesn't look cool on Naked Snake. It does. It does!!!! But I really don't like the puffiness on the sleeves and legs. I know they were going for an astronaut vibe, but that just doesn’t tick any boxes for me. I think that the design also just feels a little out of place in mgs3 in general, I'm so used to Snake wearing his fatigues that him wearing anything else is just weird. The orange is a cool pop of color though, so it gets some style points. But lose the weird puffs pls, and lose the grey. Put this boy back in his fatigue suspenders, please, or stick him in the PW suit.
HONORABLE "WTF" MENTION: PW suit with the dick suspenders and these... grenade pattern... thigh high boots?! holy shit.
OKAY WHEW THAT TOOK ME FOREVER AND i HOPE SOMEONE BESIDES ME LIKES MY DUMB THOUGHT DUMPS. LOVE YALL, I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP NOW LMAO.
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Ok I meant to answer you're question about what I thought of the show ages ago but I forgot.
I LOVED IT OMGGGG! I got so many kitty vibes from Wilhelm and Simon! The touching! The softness! It's those vibes exactly! I want that energy in TWP.
COMRADE SIMON!! We stan! That speech he made at the very beginning about the differences in attitudes towards "tax evasion" vs. "Welfare fraud." Legend behavior.
Sara!!!! My girl!!!!!! An autistic/adhd character PLAYED BY AN AUTISTIC ACTRESS!!!! THIS IS SO HUGE!!! I would die for my problematic queen. I made an entire post on her but the gist is, I get where she's coming from and understand why she feels the way she feels but dear God girl make better choices and stay the hell away from August.
Speaking of.... I wanna run August over several times. Vroom vroom motherfucker. The fact that he
- filmed MINORS HAVING SEX AND TGE POSTED IT ONLINE
-kissed Sara behind Felice's back when they were still dating WITHOUT HER CONSENT BTW
- Wanted to blame Simon for the drugs because he knew it would be easy because Simon's family is lower class and doesnt have the same social standing as one of the "members of the society"
- Also it didn't escape my notice that the cult like faternety type group with all the rich, mainly white boys is called The Society. This shows commentary on class is vv interesting. Especially the little things like two girls just randomly advocating for THE DEATH PENALTY. The rich people audacity.
-Anyways back to August, when he tried to excuse his actions with Wilhelm and get all teary like no bitch you can't manipulate your way out of this one. And again with Sara! When he said "Wilhelm has everything" I wanted to scream! Like he's fucking closeted and clearly suffering from panic attacks and extreme anxiety you moron.
-Anyways!! I also think that Wilhem might be autistic because he just feels autistic. Like the vibes are there.
- The girl group is so sweet? And to have the popular girl be a Black girl who isn't "stereotypically attractive" with a more medium sized body and bad acne. As someone who has really bad skin I needed that. Felice is kinda awesome imo.
Let me see what else??
-Simon and his mom speaking Spanish consistently throughout the show. It sounded pretty natural to me? But I'm not a native speaker. (Or even fluent honestly lol.)
- Simon and Wilhelm are honestly so adorable and in love and it made my heart ache. (I am so touch starved I swear..)
-My only main beef is the outing plotline and the show using an outdated medical term for Sara, aspergers. It's literally just autism. Also it's kind of offensive because Hans Asperger was a n*zi who literally killed autistic children because they weren't useful to capitalism. SOOOO yeah.
As for the outing plotline, I feel like the cishets have like three plotlines that they use for queer stories. Outing/coming out, one of them dies, or one if them bullies the other until they both fall in love. It's tired.
But overall I really loved it.
HI SORRY I HADNT REPLIED
I wanted to correctly talk to you about this series so I logged in through my computer to make it easier for me :D
LOOK AT THIS POINT IVE RELATED THEM TO LITERALLY EVERY COMFORT SHIP I HAVE LIKE. I've compared this to kitty, I've compared this to Thomastair, I've compared this to my friends to ocs who she has obsessed me with (youd actually like them if you liked this tbh) IVE COMPARED ME TO MY OCS
BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY I JUST LOVE THEM
IF KITTY DOESNT HAVE THIS ENERGY IN TWP WHAT WAS THE POINT
what was the point cc??
S I M O N
OH GOD WHEN HE SAID THAT I WENT OMG YEAH
new favorite character
Great
SHES PLAYED BY AN AUTISTIC ACTRESS?? Sorry I hadn't known! Haven't actually gotten to obsessively look at the cast I've been trying to get over the last episode BUT THATS SO COOL. SARA IS AMAZING AND I ADORE HER. I'll read your post after this! But of course STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM AUGUST GIRL PLEASE
Tbh I understood where she was coming from with everything with Simons image falling apart and her having to suffer when she had just started having friends , just after finding he had been lying to her. But love, AUGUST?
A U G U S T ???
WHO JUST FOUND OUT OUTED YOUR BROTHER
Also random and stealing this from @marzzinaa i totally hc Sara as a demi girl for some reason
Im kinda sad we didnt see her speak spanish as much we did simon :(
But oh well I LOVE HER AND YEAH STAY AWAY FROM AUGUST GOD
FAE WE RUN HIM OVER TOGETHER BROOM BROOM
You already said it all, I just agree
Ok I'll bring a machete you bring whatever you wish and we kill him sound good?
ALSO YEAH I TOTALLY NOTICED HOW THE ECONOMIC DINAMICS CAME INTO PLAY AND HOW IT BASICALLY LET YOU KNOW HOW THE PRIVILEGED ELITES COULD GET AWAY WITH ANYTHING
meanwhile they wanted to pass off to Simon who came from a lower class family the blame
Also I'd like to mention how that would also play into the stereotype latinos are all drug dealers
Which I love how they didnt make his dead beat alcoholic man the latino parent, when I first read the description I thought they might do that, but im so glad they didnt
I think it might have been a comentary idk i liked that they DIDNT make the poc parent the dead beat
THE FRIEND GROUP WAS SO COOL AND I LOVED ALL OF THEM AND YES FELICE WAS JUST <3
I love how they didnt make her stereotypically perfect AND YES MID SIZED REP WAS AMAZING TO SEE
Also im so glad you got to see that represented!!
So I am a native speaker and him talking to his mom MADE ME CRY
it was WONDERFUL I WANT MORE OF IT
pls most her phrases reminded me to my own mom
Autistic wilhelm you say?? omg tell me more (if you want)
Oh thats awful, well I'll just refer to Sara as autistic and hope the showrunners fix that next season because if they dont-
Yikes
Oh yeah, thats valid critisism. But in my opinion they actually wrote it pretty well so I wont really be complaining about an overall media problem with queer stories rn. If so I'll be here all day. But yeah its an overall problem but it wasnt done bad in my opinion so!
I'll shut up, for now
IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT FEEL FREE TO KEEP TALKING ABOUT IT WITH ME PLS ITS MY OBSESSION NOW IM GONNA BE ANNOYING ABOUT IT ALL MONTH
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girl help someone asked me for levihan headcanons but my brain empty 😭😭😭 i’m sorry anon i really few in my mind right now and maybe my bro moose can add some:
levi is unattractive in the snk universe. like, his permanent scowl, his rude attitude and his short stature (i’m a fucking midget myself) so that’s why upon meeting him irl people are so surprised as he’s not the image they had created of humanity’s strongest in their heads.
hans has the prettiest eyes. she is quite handsome but her eccentric personality tends to scare people off. except levi of course, since they’re both abnormals. and hans isn’t scared of him in the slightest and slowly falls in love with him over the years, loves his eyes, loves that she can embrace him so tightly, loves how he looks and his heart? 😭🥺💞unconditional love!
we know that hans was levis translator! i’m pretty sure that she was his heart in a way? not only is hans smart but knowing what levi means and communicating with tiny gestures, looks and telepathy? or you know, in the forest? when she cried when killing their comrades and i know that levi felt the same sorrow but we have not seen him shed tears, hans is the only vet and commander who we’ve seen cry aaa 😭😭😭
hans was rich, probably ran away from home or something, because she had always wanted to join the survey corps. always been messy, never stopped writing. she doesn’t have time to keep herself clean or eat because she was probably taken care of like that at home. levi has lived in the slums so he’s scared that hans will catch an illness or die starving so he goes great lengths to protect her 🥺
hans was sheltered. still has that childlike wonder ofc. she wasn’t used to tragedy and wasn’t aware of how horrible the world can be until joining the corps. and then it became worse after the learned that titans were actually humans, seeing pastor nicks corpse was like a vibe check for hans lmao
levi realized that hans had feelings for him when they were in the forest and hans told him that she wanted to live there together with him, and hans thought that he didn’t reciprocate until the “dedicate your heart”. it’s levi’s confession and hans was ready to break right there because it was too late 🥺💔
that’s why hans had to quickly walk away before it became more painful 😔 the realization was honestly painful for all of us tbh. oh and last but not least levi is in denial about hans’ death like all of us 😃😃🔫
sorry if most of these are angst wjfjdjvjjdjddj maybe someone has happier headcanons but idk 😩😩😩 i love pain ☠️
omg?? i really like the one about unattractive levi! like yeah, he's definitely not conventionally attractive, and when nobles see him on various celebrations and what not, they think he's ugly (especially when he's standing next to tall, broad-shouldered and blonde commander handsome lmao). hange doesn't share their opinion, though, because 1) hange doesn't really care about conventional norms, and 2) she genuinely thinks that levi is very cute, she likes his eyes, even though they're a bit too narrow and he's always glaring, she adores his little adorable nose that is just perfect for booping, and maybe, he's too short but his complexion is perfect for using odm-gear and hange enjoys watching levi move, and only one thought crosses her mind in that moments - that levi is beautiful.
so maybe one day she said exactly that to levi. she called him handsome, and levi thought she was joking, he thought hans was mocking him? and levi's ready to lash out, because "wow, got tired of mocking my height? now you've decided to make fun of my face too? no one can be a beauty from rich family like you, four-eyes," but hange stops him, before he can say something more harmful. she looks genuinely confused, she doesn't understand why levi would think she mocks him, he is indeed very handsome. levi still doesn't believe her, so she starts listing all the things that she likes about his appearance? it's quite a long list, and by the end of it, levi's cheeks are on fire, but he's also very grateful to hange. she's the first one who told him something like that, and it made him feel better about his looks.
also little bonus???? when they're in a forest, and hange was done with stitching his wounds, she whispers 'still so handsome' while gently caressing levi's cheek? she thinks that levi's asleep but he actually heard her💔
and about sheltered hange! levi was probably annoyed by her in the beginning, because he just couldn't understand why someone would waste their lives in corps if they had a safe, warm home. he thought that hange was bratty and spoiled, and she joined the corps just to rebel against her parents? his opinion started to change however when he saw how dedicated hans is to their cause. and after that, maybe, he became more protective of her? he knew he couldn't shield her from people's cruelty completely, but he did try to minimise the impact at least
also a small hc i just thought about? since hanjo is levi's translator, imagine levi who in the morning communicates only by grunts? hange is the only one who can deal with him until he had his first cup of tea. imagine everyone's shock when levi walks into the mess hall and his squad approaches him, asking about today's training, and levi just grunts. hange's by his side instantly, and she's like "today your captain wants you to improve your teamwork, he wants to try and make your actions more coordinated, he'll join you in fifteen minutes". and levi's squad looks really doubtful, but then levi nods, gestures to hange, lets out another grunt and walks away. erwin approaches him too, smiles and asks how was his night, and, again, levi just grunts, this time a bit soffer. "he says that he still couldn't sleep for long, but he started sleeping a little bit better after you gave him his own room. he thanks you for that," hange translates and levi grunts affirmatively. erwin smiles awkwardly and lets them be. he doesn't want to even think about what just happened. it's too early for a headache.
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