#jeon jiwoo fanfic

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day 4: blindfolds

kard 1.1k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Jeon Jiwoo NSFW

🖤 warnings: vague dom/sub dynamics, biting/marking, absolutely no kink negotiation at all but it's cool 🖤

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She's a menace.

Some things never change, and Jiwoo's ability to throw you for a loop is one of those.

You inhale shakily as her long nails brush over the small of your back, a gentle touch. She might be standing behind you now. You really can't tell. You lost track of her ages ago.

"Still okay?"

Her deep voice is calm as ever, and you nod.

You'd come home from work late. Home to your apartment, but it's not rare to find her there without you, using her girlfriend privileges to their fullest. And tonight, that's exactly what she'd done.

You came home, and there she was, sitting on your couch. Still in her clothes from the day, baggy designer pants and a men's shirt that hangs so big, it looks like she stole it from someone twice her size (you have an idea of whom). Her face is bright and clear, makeup-free for once, and she's smiling.

"I got you something."

Admittedly, you'd stopped paying close attention to the goings-on when she kissed you, when she threaded those long nails into your hair, raked over your scalp.

Your clothes vanished, at some point. That's fine, though. You never mind putting on a show for her.

She teased you, loving gentle touches that only stoked your excitement. She complimented you until you were practically burning up with self-consciousness.

And then, somehow, you ended up like this.

"Traffic lights," she reminded you.

Her smile was small but victorious as she moved closer, and then...

Silky and lightweight, dark fabric.

The blindfold is luxurious, and comfortably snug without being too tight, but damn is it effective. It's big enough that you can't even see the hints of light coming in around the edges, can't really make out the folds of fabric right in front of your eyes.

You appreciated the reminder that you could safeword at any time (whoever transformed the traffic light colors into a baseline safeword system for forgetful and distractable people like you is a hero who you will never repay).

You also know that you have no intention of doing that.

"You should use your words."

"I'm okay," you say.

It's more of a croak, since you've been quiet for an inestimable amount of time.

Without your eyes, you're relying on your ears to track your girlfriend. She had slippers on for a while, the gentle shuffling of them against the floor serving as a great aid until she realized what you were doing and took them off.

You have to track her, because she's always on the move.

One side to the other, around you. A touch here, a kiss there. The tickle of her hair against the soft skin of your stomach as she leaned down and-

"How - how long?" you ask.

"How long what?"

She sounds way too amused.

You pout. "How much longer?"

Not that you want the game to stop, but you're sure that you're painting quite the picture right now.

Nude, in the center of the room, standing obediently. Feet shoulder-width apart. Hands clasped behind your back. The way that you should stand, if asked.

You're not supposed to touch her. You're definitely not allowed to see her. And of course, the anticipation is the point.

But you want her.

"How long do you think?" she asks.

You know what the right answer would be, if you wanted things to continue down this road. Get more extreme, really step into some roles. But you're tired, tonight. This is enough, as it is.

"Not too long."

Even to your own ears, your voice is small.

Jiwoo is a menace, but she's a menace who loves you.

She doesn't tease you anymore. She also doesn't make you do it by yourself, the way she might on another day, just to see your struggle without the use of one of your senses. No, tonight, she folds her hand into yours, and gently tugs until you take a step.

Two, three, four steps, and then her soft hands, the gentle press of her nails into your skin, as she guides you to sit. Your mattress creaks under you, a familiar and welcome kind of sound.

She has you lay down, too, on your back among your own pillows and bedcovers. It's gentle, and fond, and you can feel her oversized shirt and the ends of her hair as she leans down over you.

And then she bites you. On the shoulder.

Not hard. Not to hurt, of course. Not even to bruise. Just to switch it up. Just to hear the way that you gasp, like she knew you would, and to jolt back from the sudden warmth of her mouth, the dig of her teeth into the curve of your shoulder.

"Ow!" you protest, anyway.

"Oh, that didn't hurt," she says.

She's already licking a trail from the tingling spot where she'd taken a bite to the much more ticklish dip of your throat. 

"Can I touch?" you ask.

You're a little desperate to get your hands on her, after all this time. Sure, being horizontal is a welcome reprieve from the tightness in your muscles from standing prettily for her, but still. She's the one having all the fun.

"If you can find me," she teases.

Her mouth disappears from your throat, the warmth of her gone from your side.

"Unfair."

"Nobody ever said I was fair," she replies.

Ugh. Her voice is across the room, now. You should've kept your mouth shut. She's a menace, after all.

You listen carefully, for a moment. There's a squeak of a door, rustling fabric, and a soft kind of clatter, like wood or plastic hitting together.

"Wrinkled already," she mutters.

She's hanging up your work clothes.

"Right now?!" you ask, desperation making you snap at her more than you usually would in this position.

"They're wrinkled already," she repeats, like that settles it.

"But what about-"

"I might even have to iron this."

She wouldn't dare.

Except she absolutely would. Having you wait here like this while she does chores or some shit. Blindfolded, knowing that if you give up on her game, she won't give you anything at all. Knowing that if you hold out, she'll fuck you up in the best way, like she does every time.

And the thing is, you're so fucking turned on.

You have been this whole time, only getting worse the longer she lets the anticipation grow. You know she can see it, exactly how badly you want her.

You're so wrapped up in the possibility that she's going to walk out and make the game extend indefinitely that you don't even notice she's approached you again until she touches you.

One hand tweaks your nipple, and her teeth sink into your other shoulder. Like she's just trying to make them match.

"How long do you think you can last?"

[xmaeve]

➸ Can't live without you. ▹🎙° música.

[shibuinni3]

Garotas Também Gostam De Garotas

25/09/23; Capa para uso pessoal.

Jeon Jiwoo e Jeon Somin, Kard.

[sinswithpleasure]

Happy Birthday (ft. LOONA's Heejin & Chuu) [Futa!]

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Birthday post for Chuu & Heej since they're 1 day apart

WARNING: Futanari EVERYWHERE

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"What colour are we?"

"Gr—Green, unnie!"

"Good."

The tip of Jiwoo's cock teases the entrance of Heejin's ass. Heejin whimpers at Jiwoo's touch, her hand on the underside of one of Heejin's thighs, the other on her huge shaft, guiding it inch by inch into Heejin's asshole. Heejin's cock twitches when Jiwoo bottoms out, a low growl emitting from within her chest.

"God, this never gets old." Jiwoo smiles, beginning to pull herself out of the tight grip of Heejin's ass. Even with all the preparation and lubrication, Heejin still is so sinfully tight. A snap of Jiwoo's hips sends her full length back into Heejin, and Heejin has to choke back a loud groan as Jiwoo's huge cock hits her square in the prostate.

"Go on, Heejinnie. Moan for unnie. You know you want to." A withdrawal.

Another snap.

"Ugh~!" Heejin's broken moan is loud. She dimly wonders if anyone outside can hear Jiwoo having sex with her. After all, it's not like they're in the dorm, or in a hotel room, or somewhere particularly private.

Today, Jiwoo ambushes Heejin in the company vocal practice room. It doesn't take long for them to delve into innocent kisses from normal conversation, then for the innocent kisses to turn heated, and soon enough, clothes are being torn off bodies. Right now, Jiwoo is naked, her hair untied. Heejin has a hoodie on, but her hair is in a ponytail. The hoodie is all she wears—she is just as exposed as her Jiwoo-unnie is. Heejin stares nervously at the glass door to her vocal practice room, her cock twitching at the thought of being discovered.

"Oh, Heejinnie. Look at you, twitching and dripping at the thought of being seen. What a naughty girl you are, mm?"

Jiwoo forces her legs open, beginning to speed up her thrusts. Her hips clap against Heejin's ass, sending ripples along her skin when she bottoms out in her asshole. Every thrust sends Heejin's tiny cock bouncing, ripping moans out of her throat when Jiwoo's cock stretches her that good, hitting her prostate with every stroke.

"Hehe, you're so cute, Heejin. Look at your tiny cock, that pathetic thing flopping about as you take your unnie up your ass. I can't believe people think you're part of the dom line. How can you be a dom when you've got such a pathetic tiny dick?"

Heejin's precum spills all over her tummy at her Jiwoo-unnie's words. Jiwoo-unnie is huge—her cock stands straight and proud, large veins running all over it. Heejin sometimes compares it to be similar to the size to a canned drink. However, as compared to her unnie, or to the other members, Heejin has the smallest dick. She barely fits in her own palm, whereas she knows Jiwoo, Sooyoung, and Hyunjin all need more than that from her. While she is secure in her own length, the degrading of her size compared to her unnies will always get to her in the best way possible.

"God, your ass is so fucking tight, shit…" Jiwoo reaches up to her own breast, roughly grabbing it and pinching her own nipples. "Touch yourself, Heejinnie. Jerk that tiny cock for unnie."

Heejin whimpers, reaching to pump herself at the speed Jiwoo pumps her with. Jiwoo laughs when Heejin's tip barely reaches past her own hand, unfiltered whimpers and groans mixing with the sounds of sex.

"Oh my God, Heejin. How does it feel knowing you'll never get to fuck any of us like we fuck you? Look at you—small, tiny, useless. Even Yeojin gives better dick than you, because unlike you, she actually can."

Heejin whimpers at the comparison to their maknae. Jiwoo's dirty talk and degradation never fails to rile her up.

Jiwoo's dirty talk is broken up with heavy pants and the wet claps of her sweaty hips meeting Heejin's sweaty asscheeks. Heejin watches as a droplet of sweat runs down Chuu's neck, down to her collarbones, then between her breasts. It carries on over her flexing abs, then dripping off to somewhere she can't see. Heejin regularly checks the empty corridor, worried about being caught.

"Keep your fucking eyes on me, bitch." Jiwoo grabs Heejin's chin, gripping her to meet in intense eye contact. "Colour?"

"Green, unnie!"

"Good. Keep your fucking eyes on me. I don't care even if the CEO's watching. I'm going to fuck the cum out of you, Heejin, and I'm going to make sure I fuck your ass full of mine too. Is that clear?"

"Oh, FUCK!"

Heejin explodes once she processes her unnie's words. Jiwoo's relentless strikes on her prostate and her own jerking of her own cock is more than enough to get her close, but once Jiwoo promises to fuck the cum out of her, she gets roundhouse-kicked off the edge of the cliff into her orgasm.

Heejin cries wantonly in pleasure, her semen firing up all over her breasts, her chin, across her own flexing abs. Not a single spot of her torso is spotless—she covers herself in her own semen. White, sticky, thick cum paints her large chest, strings of it connected over her abs back to her twitching shaft. Jiwoo's eyes burn with lust, watching Heejin orgasm turns on something even more primal in her.

Abruptly, Jiwoo pulls out harshly. She pulls Heejin to stand, ripping her sweat-soaked hoodie off her. She pushes Heejin roughly onto the table, front side down, spreading the cum on Heejin all over the surface of the table. With one deep thrust, Jiwoo hits the hilt of her shaft in Heejin's gaped asshole, fucking deeply into her.

"Colour?"

"Green! Green! Yes, fuck me, please, please fuck me more, fuck me full, unnie!"

"That's what I like to hear, Heejin. I won't be done with you until I make sure you empty your balls all over this floor, and I empty my cum into and onto my favourite cumdump."

Heejin's wanton moans and Jiwoo's deep grunts, mixed with the relentless claps of sex are the only sounds audible in the room. Heejin is sure that the sex she has with her Jiwoo-unnie is audible even in the hallway, maybe even at the two ends of the hallway, or the lobby. Heejin's body rocks with each thrust, her breasts jiggling with every clap of Jiwoo's hips against her ass. Her head is roughly pulled back, a hand wrapped around the base of her ponytail. Heejin lets her jaw hang loose, drool beginning to leak down her chin as she groans repeatedly, feeling her second orgasm slowly approaching. She gasps when Jiwoo grips her cock hard, jerking her hard as she strikes her prostate again and again, just as relentlessly as the first time.

"Spill."

Heejin screams, her ass tightening and her hips bucking wildly. Another deluge of thick, creamy semen shoots out of her, all over her own feet, the floor, on Jiwoo's hand. Heejin barely manages to count about 8 shots of semen, similar to her first orgasm. It splatters on the wall, the floor, her feet. Heejin makes a mess of her vocal practice room.

Behind her, Jiwoo contributes to the mess. Heejin's ass tightening painfully around her shaft is all she needs to finally let go. Jiwoo groans as she lets the first two thick spurts of cum fire deep into Heejin, painting her insides white. In between the first two and the next shot, she pulls out, using Heejin's cum as extra lubricant to stroke her own shaft. The next four shots of semen fire all over Heejin's ass and back, making a mess of her body and the desk beneath her. Jiwoo's final two shots fire weakly on Heejin's calves as her knees buckle, barely holding on to the table for support. Jiwoo nearly topples over, catching herself over the back wall as she gazes upon the mess of cum, sweat, and other fluids within the room.

A loud splatter of something hitting the glass startles both girls. They stare out of the room only to see Hyeju, their second youngest, mid-orgasm. Hyeju's hand is wrapped around her own thick shaft, her cum splashing down the glass of the door as leans on the door, her arm on the glass for support. Her hot breath fogs up the glass, her hand furiously jerking her cock to finish off her own peak.

When all three girls meet eyes, Hyeju shyly steps into the room, her cock still standing proud after her orgasm. Similarly, both Jiwoo's and Heejin's cocks stand hard. Hyeju's display is more than enough to arouse the both of them.

"Let's go home, unnies. I want in on your birthday sex."

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[accioprozac]

girl u hv to write a jeon pildo and jiwoo fanfic .i love them so much they both deserved so much better

ask and you shall receive

Snowy Skies and Late Nights

Jeon Pil-do x Yoon Ji-woo

A/N: this is probably out of character tbh because i haven’t watched the show in so long and my mind is just filled with Eternals now

The comfortable silence hung in the air like a thick blanket on a winter night. Warm, pleasant. Ji-woo silently pondered the man sitting next to her. The first time they met, Pil-do had treated her as a bothersome bug flying around his head. He had been harsh, but looking back, his frustration was understandable.

It had taken… a while, for him to warm up to her, and her to him. They had both been wary of each other, unwilling to let a new person infiltrate their bubble. He had disliked her, he thought her rash and cocky. To him, she took too many unnecessary risks.

Her stomach felt warm when she recalled the time he called her “his partner” for the first time. She hated it. She had a job to do, a mission, and she wasn’t going to let some by the book cop jeopardize it, no matter how handsome, or kind, or thoughtful he was. She didn’t care about him, she hated his stupid perfect hair and his caring, gentle compassion, especially when it was directed at her. Ji-woo had never had friends, the bully girls at her school had made sure of that. At the gym, all the men either wanted to hurt her, humiliate her, or fuck her. The closest she had to a friend was Mu-jin, and he was more of a mentor figure.

She was pulled out of thought when Pil-do turned to her, a curious expression on his face, “What are you thinking about?” He questioned.

“How do you know I’m thinking about anything? I could just be admiring the snow,” Ji-woo pointed out.

“When you think deeply, you get this specific look in your face, I don’t know how to explain it,” Pil-do paused, “Your brow furrows slightly and you purse your lips.”

She frowned, was she that easy to read?

Pil-do laughed and she realized she had asked her question out loud. “No, the opposite. When we first met, for the longest time I could never tell if you were happy or wanted to punch me, but when you work with someone for a while you pick up on their mannerisms. For example, when you’re trying to figure something out, you bite the inside of your cheek and brush this strand of hair behind your ear.” As he said this, he reached out and gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

She blushed before looking down, her hair falling back around her face like a curtain. She realized they had somehow migrated towards each other while they were talking, now only a few inches away from one another.

He winced, “I’m sorry, was that too direct?”

She looked back up at him, preparing to brush him off, when she stopped and looking at him. His dark eyes were soft, a softness she had never known. Her lips parted slightly, and his eyes flickered towards them. He swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. They both moved towards each other slowly, waiting for the other to back away.

Once their lips were barely an inch apart, Pil-do hesitated, and started to pull back. Ji-woo, without thinking about it, swiftly leaned forward and closed the gap, kissing him.

He gasped slightly in her mouth before recovering and returning the kiss with enthusiasm. His arms came around her and she cupped his cheek in her hand. Gangs, murder, drugs, they were all the farthest from her mind they’ve been in a long time. All she could focus on was him, the feeling of his soft lips on hers, the slight, steady, pressure of his arms around her, the fresh, clean smell of his cologne.

She had things to do, people to kill, but smiling against his lips, she decided it could wait. At least for a little while.

ahh i hope y’all liked it!!! this was kinda messy and rushed because it’s the middle of the night and i have a chem test tomorrow!

[rileyblxu]

split second || yoon jiwoo x jeon pildo

Title: split second

Fandom: My Name (2021)

Ship: Yoon Jiwoo x Jeon Pildo

Word Count: 988 words

Chapters: 1/1

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

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Summary: She spots Mujin first. She has memorized the way the motorcycle helmet fits his head by now, how the collar of his jacket wraps around his throat. She has spent enough time looking at that single CCTV frame to know the angular slant of his leather-clad shoulders. She doesn't need the gun to know that it's him.

She's out of her seat before the gun is pointed at Pildo. She rides the back of a disjointed second and drives her leg through the window.

[or, alternatively: fuck canon. pildo lives.]

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[amazingnati]

DESAFIO - FEELINGS LIKE BOOM.

Dia 2 - medo;

♡ Cidade do medo;

Em caso de inspiração, dê os devidos créditos;

Não reposte meus edits;

Para doação.

Eu me arrisquei em saturar capa, mas até que fiquei contente com o resultado.

[port-sever]

capa de fanfic: em busca da hq mágica (choerry + heejin + hyunjin + chuu)

insp.: @aestuantically-exe

capa feita para o desafio “todes somos artistas”, da @intunaric

8. HISTÓRIA EM QUADRINHOS:  (para lembrar da nossa infância) hora de desempoeirar aquele HQ da Mônica que estava mofando no seu armário.

usei elementos pop art para poder construir essa capa e, apesar de não ter ficado como eu planejei de início, eu tô feliz em ver como ela ficou no final :)

link: clique aqui ♡

p.s.:  esta capa já foi doada ❤ caso se inspirar, me credite!

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 4 - overstimulation

kard 1.3k words female reader insert Reader x Jeon Jiwoo NSFW

🖤 warnings: penetrative sex, use of sex toys, multiple orgasms, loose d/s dynamics 🖤

🎂 happy jiwoo day~

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She always takes your breath away, but this is ridiculous.

Jiwoo is stunning, there's no way around that. Soft features, bold hair always in some kind of multi-toned shaggy cut, and the most intense eyes you've ever seen on a human rather than a cat. You love walking around with her just because of the way people stare. That girl, who was wearing Y2K pieces before it was cool and always looks vaguely like she just walked out of a gothic harajuku meetup? Yep, her, that one's yours.

All that same head-turning intensity comes right into the bedroom with her. It's dangerous, honestly.

Like now, when she's got you balanced on her lap, after what seems like hours, grinning up at you so casually.

Her makeup is still perfect regardless of how long you've been at it, the thick black shadows of her eyeliner exaggerating her feline gaze as she watches you struggle. Her black and white hair falls away from her face, laying like she is, on her back with her arms folded behind her head like she's got all the time in the world.

You force your way through the fog clouding your focus just to look at her.

"Something wrong?" she asks.

There's the slightest hint of a laugh in her deep voice, and it makes you pout.

"I don't - don't laugh at me," you huff.

"Sorry," she says, completely unapologetic. "You're just slacking."

You can't help but whine, "It's so-"

"What was your record without my help? Three?" she muses.

"Three."

"Only three." She shrugs against the pillows. "I thought we were going for four, at least."

Really, it's only been two times. Which is disappointing. Definitely not your best work. But you're already exhausted.

It feels like you've been here, sitting on Jiwoo's lap, with her favorite strap-on buried inside you, for basically forever. The game is simple: she's going to lay there and be stunning, and you're going to get yourself off on her. As many times as she wants. Or at least as many times as you can, which isn't very many. But you're working on it.

She's torturous about it. Tonight, she's still fully dressed, comfortable flannel on and unbuttoned with nothing beneath, the harness and strap secured on top of the leggings she'd worn out that day. It makes you feel ten times as desperate, being the only one naked, the only one working, the only mess in the room. You know that's exactly why she does it.

"No, it's only been two," she corrects, smile deepening in the worst way.

"I'm trying," you insist.

"Not very hard."

You've only been able to muster two orgasms using only the strap, doing all the work yourself. Which isn't nearly good enough. You want her to be proud of you, dammit - if you can manage what she wants, your reward is always ten times as satisfying-

Her eyes flick over you, serious and appraising. "Do you want to stop and do something else?"

"No!"

"Because if you get too worked up, baby girl, you won't be able to-"

"I can do it," you say.

But you can feel yourself losing steam even as you speak. And you know Jiwoo notices, too, because she moves for the first time, unfolding her hands and settling them on your quivering thighs. Her touch burns more than the admittedly desperate exercise you've been putting yourself through.

She's right; if you get too into the task, too into your own head, you won't be able to do anything.

"You need help," she says.

It's diminutive and it's affectionate, and it's also true.

"Move it," Jiwoo instructs, squeezing your leg, nails digging into the skin for a second, before she pushes you sideways.

You climb off, shaky, and all but collapse over to one side, making sure to sprawl out and be extra dramatic about it. If she's gonna insist that you need her help, you're gonna sell it.

"I told you I could do it," you mumble.

"You lied," she replies. "Come here."

"Can you get undressed first?"

Jiwoo scoffs. "Do you want to waste more time?"

You take a second to get into place where she's indicating, on your back where she had been, a welcome reprieve for your strung-out body, before you can answer. "I wanna see you."

"Later," she says, already distracted.

The box that holds your few toys is still on the floor by the bed, where Jiwoo had left it after digging out her strap, and you assume that's where she goes when she ducks off the bed for a moment. And you're validated in that when she reappears with a cursed object in hand.

"Not that!"

"You love it," she hushes.

The little silver bullet vibrator is an evil, evil tool, because Jiwoo is the kind of person who hears and then ignores your complaints in the best way, and it is almost always used to inflict the most delicious evil things. Like this.

"Four," she reminds you, "You're halfway there."

"I can't do four," you complain.

"Yeah, I think you can."

She's got a slight build, but you'd never notice, because Jiwoo's presence looms so large, as she takes her spot between your legs. She sits back on her heels, hoisting you upwards slightly so that she can see what she's doing with embarrassing clarity. No use trying to hide anything from her.

You're still pouting up at her as she flicks the vibe on.

"You'll safeword if you actually can't do more, won't you?" she asks.

"Duh."

Your quick confirmation is all she needs to get started, moving fluidly to ease her strap-on back inside you, and to dip the bullet vibe back down to meet your clit none too gently.

You gasp at the overwhelming sensations of both at once, the firm slick slide of the cock spreading you back open for her, and the intensity of the little vibrator given to you all at once, but of course, that's the point. Jiwoo wants you worked up to your limit, and if she's in control, that's going to happen much, much faster.

"I can't!" you whine.

But that's not your safeword, not even close, so Jiwoo just grins. "I keep telling you, yes, you can."

The sensitivity of the two orgasms you've already wrung out of yourself has you tingling with the beginning of a third after just a moment or two, shivers wracking your body as you move instinctually away from the feeling of it. You grab for her wrist, the unfamiliar fabric of her flannel shirt under your clammy fingers just another kind of stimulation to consider. You don't pull her off, though, simply holding her arm where she's got it holding your thigh up.

Despite all of your earlier complaining, you find yourself telling her, "Close-"

Her face is vindicated and proud, focused. It just confirms what she already knew: that you're going to be good and cum for her again, no matter what.

And you do, with a strangled half-yell that's kind of like her name. The unrelenting buzz of the vibrator against your clit lingers at that line of pain and pleasure, almost more than you can handle but also just enough to ride out this orgasm after so much stimulation.

When you've come down again, she hasn't stopped. The vibrator is still there, she's still rocking her hips gently into you, and you're so overstimulated that you can barely tell if it's too much or not enough. You're confident, though, that as soon as you decide, Jiwoo will do exactly what she needs to do. Stop, or much more likely, keep going.

She's so stunning, as she licks her lips, tosses her hair back out of her face.

"How about four?"

[childishf00l]

Eu gosto tanto de você

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[mo-notmoe]

Im so ready for fall break

[yxllowwood]

Jeon Jiwoo

Genre: Action

Warnings: Angst, Violence, MCD, Swearing

Inspo: The Hunger Games

“And the female winner for District 5 is Jeon Jiwoo!”

The tears were falling down her face already. Not of her own accord, not for her own life or her own safety. No, these tears weren’t hers, they were not falling from her eyes. They were for her child. For her husband, sitting on the other side of the stage, the sound of his sobs reaching her already. Everything was already going so wrong, the world crumbling around her. Taehyung wouldn't get picked, if he did then Matthew would volunteer. He had to, right? Matt knew what it meant to them to have someone there for their daughter. She was only 6 weeks old, she needed someone there to help her grow up strong, to fight when the time came for the world to crumble down around them.

A gentle hand pushed her up, towards the front of the stage, where everyone was staring and crying for her- with her. Her legs trembled as she walked like a newborn fawn, struggling to make it through the thick grass and make it to the other side. The scar from her c-section was still healing, she wasn't ready yet- she couldn't do this. She turned around to look at Taehyung, watching him cry while the tears fell endlessly from both of them. Maybe she wouldn't make it back. Maybe she would, but that was such a small chance that she couldn't try and give herself hope. She only survived by chance last time, it wouldn't work again this time. She was far from a fighter, and she couldn't train quickly enough and safe enough to avoid hurting her new scar.

She locked eyes with Matthew, and nodded to him, checking if he was still going to help her, help Taehyung if he was picked. His eyes watered and wavered but he nodded, head dropping until he was staring at the floor, body shaking with silent sobs. Her eyes trailed the floor until she was facing front again, ignoring the escort when they tried to talk to her. She would not talk. She would not react. She would not survive. But she would fight.

[mwferstuff]

[philosopher-of-fandoms-switched]

*awkward laugh*

Ahem, so, to anyone reading this, remember that KARD fanfic I wrote a while back and only posted the first part because I wasn't done it? No? Not surprised it was when I was new to tumblr lmao. Well, ya see, the thing is, it got a little a lot long. Plot just kept adding on. I had intended it to be a two part one shot but um... *mumbles* it's getting to be around 12k words. Soooo, I'm just going to finish it up whenever I can, because school is a bitch and then post it in chapters ig as well as AO3.

Anyhow, to the person reading this you can check out the first unedited part here: