#that is unfortunately out of my control 😮‍💨

[tennessoui]

Sorry if this has been asked before but have you ever considered posting your tumblr fics on ao3? I only ask because sometimes navigating tumblr can be awful, especially on mobile. No pressure though. I just really love your writing and want to read as much as possible.

hey thank you so much for asking! I currently do not have any plans to move all of my tumblr fics to ao3, but I assure you I’ve thought about it.

I view my tumblr writing as very different from my ao3 writing, which is why it feels like a big deal for me when I start a fic on ao3 that i fleshed out as an au or series of ficlets on tumblr. Putting it on ao3 means committing to the details, the story format, the moment in time of the plot I want to tell.

Take the regency au for example. That’s a series of ficlets on tumblr, but I would love to one day put a story up on ao3 for it. But if I put the ficlets up now in the same format I created the KUWSK ao3 fic (aka ficlets set in the same verse but not necessarily in chronological order), I would feel trapped by the format and I wouldn’t ever be able to post it in a traditional story format….if I one day figure out how I want that story to start. Do I delete the ao3 fic of the disconnected ficlets? Do I repost scenes and pretend they’re all new scenes? Do I just start posting the new chronological story at the end of that ao3 fic?

Tumblr fic posting feels more fluid to me because I’m just writing disconnected moments in an au and I always link them in the tag — and I have a master list of tumblr fics here — so if I get something wrong continuity wise it’s not that big of a deal, and I can jump around to whatever moment I want to tell at any time.

For me, it’s not just reposting a piece of writing from tumblr to ao3– it involves me thinking about what I want this story to look like (ie, the hunger games au on ao3 will be set in space; the playmaker au may involve a journalist obi-wan instead of a detective obi-wan) instead of what disjointed moment i feel like writing.

So it is something I promise I have thought of, and it’s something I’m not interested in at this time. If I were to ever delete my blog and orphan my fics, I’d make a concentrated effort to move some if not all of the writing here over to ao3 for people to save as they’d like, but that’s sort of the only scenario I think I would do that in

[lilacxquartz]

hey,can u plz share ur personal thought on gojo, Kenny,yuki and Megumi?

hahaah, personal thoughts. let’s see, let’s see. i’m so sorry for the upcoming yapping but. 😮‍💨 spoilers up ahead—HOWEVER BE WARNED IT IS A NOVEL OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY.

at the risk of having my gojo card revoked, i actually started off not really liking him too much because of the initial personality he let on. honestly props to gege for fleshing out his personality over the manga, because he quickly became one of my favourites.

i loved him as the concept of expected perfectionism from circumstances you can’t control. the idea of having to grow up perfect because you were had for a purpose is something i think unfortunately a lot of us can relate to even if we aren’t destined to be the strongest. (at the risk of doxxing myself, one of my parents is from a ‘we expect great things from you or else’ type culture/country that isn’t so common in the west) so seeing a character that actually does crumble in the representation is rare, to say the least.

the fact that he still tries to ensure that his students can have a semblance of a childhood despite their youth being fleeting to perhaps heal his inner child is something i won’t forget about his character and for that, despite his debut, will make him an eternal favourite among many in my heart.

ah kenjakuuuu. now that’s a difficult one because of the complexity of their character as well as the sheer depth due to how old they are. like because of them, the entire jjk plot line was able to take place and yet they’re not talked about as often. i feel like in some ways, gege made the perfect villain. i loved how unsettling they were when they talked and how it was always just like a slip away from being nonsensical. their unsettling smile that is built from centuries of just… existing, the things that they have to likely know. god. i dunno, it’s kind of attractive? even if they are a brain be damned, the cruelty and methodical aspect of their character just draws me in so bad.

i can’t help but want to always know more about them and i feel like i can forever explore their character for that reason because there’s so much potential to go with. i do understand why people hate on their character though because they are so evil lmao but that’s just evidence of them being the perfect villain, y know?

yuki, hmm. admittedly, i don’t really know a lot of her character because she was never a focus with writing for me. i have a very much later on upcoming yandere piece with her that i’ll study, but i think she’s honestly kind of realistic of a character, all things considered. she haunts the narrative by being a memory with the words she said to geto and for reminding choso that it’s okay to choose humanity which i liked about her involvement which is a pretty interesting scope of how the right words at the wrong time can be perceived to be harmful (what with her being blamed for geto’s dark side/decisions).

like, i don’t have a very in depth opinion of her but i like the way she was involved in the story. if there was more to her background, then it might have been different.

and finally megumi, poor megumi. :( i do feeeeeel like the general fanon conspiracy that claims that megumi shares a parallel with geto is at least true, because he does. my opinion of him is that i think to the younger fan base, that he’s relatable in a tragic way which makes him a well written character as well. i like him because he reminds me of being closed off and refusing to acknowledge vulnerability back when i was a teenager and while i thankfully didn’t have a cursed spirit inhabiting me and pushing my soul down, i think a lot watching/reading can relate to the limbo state his character was in. i think he deserved better from the start, which hopefully with how the ending goes, will never be challenged again.

SO SORRY FOR THIS NOVEL OH MY GOD

[xechu]

oh my god i want to punch suguru in the face 😫 and princess ayaka too, how can she be so uncaring? testing the waters with HIS WIFE to see whether she can worm her way into his marriage, from the moment they met? then making an advance on him??? what the fuck?? and suguru ENTERTAINING IT???? and him not even attempting to protect HIS WIFE when she was clearly the only one in danger? and then ayaka stopping the PHYSICIAN FROM ARRIVING and singing praises to suguru, when it was all at the expense of lady geto. unbelievable, as if she doesnt know what she is doing. no one can be that stupid to act like a hurrying physician has nowhere to be when she JUST witnessed what happened. im not trusting this innocent act at all! and everyone else falling for it too, like the soldiers saying BOTH women got attacked made my blood boil lmao. when we are now probably permanently disabled, and it seems that hand is also important in the guild for some reason...

goddd suguru is such an asshole towards reader it is driving me crazy. is it bad im kinda hoping someone else will come to care for reader 😂🤭 bc suguru clearly doesnt, at least not in the ways he should have. i love how reader smacked his hand away from her and also put him in his place at dinner. i want him to feel what he has put her through since their wedding day!!!!!!!! this doesnt even scratch the surface!! god im so frustrated and sad i hope it all turns out okay for us 😔 as of right now suguru can still CHOKE 😤

OOOHHH yeah I 100% hear you on this. 😮‍💨😮‍💨 He may not have gotten a punch, but for now we’ll have to settle with him getting a swat to his hand (and to his soul). I definitely have plans for mc to beat him up some more later - may I suggest that it’s worse than a punch. 😏 And nooo, you're totally not wrong for wanting someone else to swoop in and care for mc, because she deserves so much more!!!

(More writer thoughts/yap below the cut)

As for Ayaka I have something in store for her, this is definitely not the last time we will see her! "Was this manipulation veiled beneath innocence, or was she genuinely daft?" HMMMM. We shall see later. Let’s just say: it’s not that simple. But is she infuriating right now? Do we want to pull her hair out? Is she a self-centered princess? YES. The whole time I was writing her all I could hear in my head is 'girl, read the damn room'.

She is for sure in a lot of denial (and I must say even delusional) and it shows even in the smallest ways, like when she said "Both you and Lady Geto said the same thing. You two must understand each other very well" to Suguru when they were walking together after the council prep meeting. At least in my head, when we're complimenting on someone's relationship/marriage - I think the more natural thing to say is "You two must love each other very much." But instead, she uses 'understand', because it's like if she said 'love' then she's speaking it into existence. BUT (a little bit of my personal philosophy here) - sometimes I think understanding is more powerful than love, and it's a gateway to love. You can't love someone without understanding them. So she didn't realize that she actually spoke something even more powerful into existence 🥸☝️

As of right now, both Ayaka and Suguru are still clinging on a past fantasy and a very idealized version of love. Though we can begin to see the shift in Suguru. This arc was supposed to be his fall-from-grace-eat-mega-dirt arc, where he was hit with a bunch of tests (arrogance, pride, lack of control, lust), and quite literally failed on all fronts, and the consequences were immediate. Unfortunately, that's how a lot of us learn. 😢 So YES! What Suguru did and how he's acted thus far was deeply upsetting. Do we condone it? Heck no. Should we defend it? Absolutely not. But is he deeply flawed? Yeahhh 😔 His reaction to defend Ayaka over mc - ouf, the betrayal was real, and it was a very real reflection of where his heart was at during that time, because you can’t control your reflex actions.

There will be a lot of accountability required from him, and it’ll take a lot for the trust to rebuild. Don't worry, he's going to be dragged through the mud some more. We're not letting him off the hook that easily!

Anyway! I went on a bit of a tangent.

Thank you so much for your comment! And I appreciate the love and support 💗💗

[kirakirabluemoon]

Happy New Year and I hope everyone has a better year ahead! 🙆🏻‍♀️💖💖💖🌻🌻🌻🍀🍀🍀

I know this Author’s notes looks long, but please don’t panic. It’s just an update, I’m still working on Belladonna. 😊👍🏻💖🙆🏻‍♀️

This is an update to let y’all know how things been going with Belladonna’s Chapter 31. It is still unfortunately incomplete, but I promise I’m trying! 🌚🙏🏻 Still ironing out some details and Chinese New Year is coming, so spring cleaning and stuff is in order. So update is probably after February. 🌚🙏🏻 I’m very sorry. 🙃😔😭🙏🏻

These three paragraphs only regards my health in slightly more detail than the previous post, (why I haven’t been able to update) so you can just skip it if you’d like. 🙆🏻‍♀️💖 As I mentioned previously, my health has been fluctuating since June 2023, I haven’t been feeling very well so my writing took a hit (on top of writer’s block). 😩🫠 The symptoms thankfully wasn’t too serious, all things considered.🤞🏻My fatigue however was the most obvious, there was also low moods, insomnia (caused by heart palpitations) and etc. However, I’ve gotten my blood tested around November and I finally know what’s going on. So at least I now know how to reduce and regulate the symptoms, I’ve seen improvements and hopefully I’ll make a full recovery soon. 🙆🏻‍♀️💖🙏🏻

But then at the end of December, I was tested positive with covid. 🌚🌚🌚🫠🫠🫠 So my fatigue worsened. At this point it’s like a triple layered stack. First from my nightly dreams, second from the issue that started in June, then now from the covid. ��� I have tested negative after 6 days, but my doctor did warn me that some symptoms and inflammation will probably persist for about a month after turning negative and to not do strenuous exercises, (even something simple like brisk walk). I found out sometimes just eating a meal brings me shortness of breath and my heart rate would reach 106 or so and then I gotta lie down. Feels like my heart was copying that one meme on Facebook and saying, “If you don’t stop, I will.” 😮‍💨🌚🤣 The same goes for house chores, like changing the bedsheets. So yeah. But I’m still kicking—albeit weakly—AND my low moods had thank god not plagued me lately. 💖😮‍💨🙏🏻 Bless.

I’ll be trying to get a swing back into things while minding my energy, so my health doesn’t decide to give me a sucker punch to the gut. Or a left hook, I don’t know, it’s been years and it still likes to catch me by surprise. 🌚🤷🏻‍♀️🤞🏻 Despite the annoyances, I’m still very thankful it’s nothing too serious. At this point, I’ll just let it throw a fit wherever it wants, and then let it die down whenever, while trying to get on with my life and maintaining inner peace. 🙄😑🤦🏻‍♀️🤌🏻 I’m done trying to control it to go the way I want it to, cuz it backfired, badly. 🌚

Anyways, thank you all so much and I really really appreciate the immense patience, love and support my dear readers has shown for my stories. 💖🙆🏻‍♀️🍀 I know I haven’t been updating as much as I would have liked, nor anticipated, after I graduated from school five-years-turning-six-years ago, in fact I thought I’d be able to churn out more chapters, guess I sorely underestimated the full extent of the symptoms my health could throw at me. 🙃😔

I wish everyone good health—seriously please take good care of yourself, and may all the lovely and nice things in life, be it big or small, be enjoyed, celebrated, and appear whenever you need it. 🥰🙆🏻‍♀️🌈💖🌻🍀

The very best of luck for 2024 and the upcoming Year of the Dragon! God bless everyone! Cheers! 🎆🎇🎉🎊🐉🎊🎉🎆🎇

Until next time! 😘

Ps: My inbox told me I have a new message/submission but when I click on it, there’s nothing there. 🌚🌚🌚 If someone sent me an ask, I’m sorry but Tumblr won’t let me see it. 😭🙏🏻

[ragingbullmode]

I'm a baby goth who really wants to get better at makeup and more specifically eyeliner similar to what you do. Do you have any products or tips you reccomend for getting started? I try to look up advice online but it's overwhelming and it's kinda embarrassing to ask for advice irl.. ty in advance if you decide to answer this.

hi !! idk how good my advice will be but ill do my best to answer as well as i can !

as a heads up i freehand everything but i have seen people use the tape method to keep their liner/eyeshadow straight (which is just putting a piece of scotchtape on the side of ur eye where u plan to have a straight area of liner)

i found using water activated liner helped me a Lot when i started doing more graphic looks at the end of last year (since its water activated u can easily just wipe it off with a makeup wipe or wet tissue) but there is a difference in feel when applying it compared to using a liner pen (to me at least) ie the brush length makes it easier for me to do the smaller details as it gives me more control, but once i got a good feel for doing stuff like that it made using the pen easier. water activated is also much better if u plan on more colorful looks; liner pens do come in colors but they dont pop as well or as bright as the water liners.

as for making ur liner symmetrical… not sure how to give the best advice for that 🤔 the way i do it is ill line out one eye with the outline of what i want to do & try to match the other eye best i can. i have shakey hands but ive found planting my elbow on my desk table & my lining hand on my cheek really helps to stabilize myself so my lines come out straight. to straighten out my lines (like if i made one side to thick) ill just wipe a smidge of it with a wet cotton pad with water liners, but when i use a liner thats waterproof i use micellar water or a make up wipe to fix it.

as for my lids i use a mehron skin prep toner (its the only product ive found that works for my Very oily lids, but its definitely not for everyone… stings like SHIT if its in ur eye especially since i am… not supposed to use it for what i have been 😬. adding that bc if i do t use it sometimes the oil will denature the liner & smear it all over my lids lol. on top of that i put foundation & whatever eyeshadow i want on top of that when the foundation is dry enough it wont smear. putting liner over whatever u layered on ur lids is a commitment & a little hard to fix if u want to put the liner on in 1 go which is why i recommend practice & playing around !!

dont be scared about it not looking nice at that start, just start with something simple to get that feel for it so u can work up to what u want 👍

as for products, i got my water inks from bymelolops (latina owned, based in puerto rico !) i bought this liner brush (and a few water inks as well) from gavissi. my eyeshadow is mostly sugarpill (i only buy when its on sale, its a little pricey but worth it) but if ur on more of a budget colourpop has good options. as for liner pens, ive been using the last of my nyx liner, but am looking for a good alternative (loreal supports isr*el) so im unfortunately not much help here as im Also on the look out 😮‍💨

i definitely suggest getting some cheap stuff to play around with !! many places like sephora & ulta also sell small sample sizes of liners so u can get one of those to try out before u commit to something. a lot of what i started with years ago came from the dollar store bc that was all i could afford at the time lolll

[omg-hellgirl]

I feel so bad for Chrissie. The songs that Jagger wrote for her are.....she was just in love and wanted a normal relationship, family, children. Plus Marianne being a bitch and treating Chrissie like a trash, when she literally did the same later.

I feel bad for Chrissie too. Stupid Girl is a really fucked up song and I can't imagine how sad she felt about it. Under My Thumb is really disgusting, and I hate that they're sonically good songs to listen to. I still listen to them (Aftermath is such a great album, I love it), but it's really... 😮‍💨

Chrissie was a product of her time and that's okay! Unfortunately, she got involved with a rockstar on the verge of his rise to fame and with that came women, money and drugs. Mick was about to find out how many cunts he could get with rockstar status; he didn't really want a relationship. And yet he was so controlling with poor Chrissie. Even his mom basically said he's a control freak.

Marianne Faithfull was horrible to Chrissie, it's disgusting. She didn't even care that the girl had tried to commit suicide because of the man she was now seeing and totally ignored her participation in the other woman's anguish. I repeat, none of Jagger's women were girl's girl!

Mick changed the locks on the place where he lived with Chrissie and she couldn't even get her things back! Marianne describes in her book some of the things Chrissie had in the apartment; she had the courage to go through Chrissie's belongings 🤢

I congratulate Marianne for being brazen enough to not feign sympathy and having the courage to put in such an absurd line as saying she didn't care about someone's suicide attempt. That's exactly who she was.

If you want to know, Marianne says that the songs about Chrissie were unfair. But only because she was comparing herself to Chrissie, and said it was a matter of time before "my experience became material for songs in the same way as Chrissie's had."

But karma hit Marianne Faithfull hard, as you may know. She went through hell during her relationship with Mick.

[yo-kai-zazel]

Sooooooo........

My world works differently then here

Back "Home", the humans are taught in getting the abilities of certain yo kai

And once every five years

My family chooses the owner of the watch

As we own an academy call Lions

"Its just a gift for certain humans" they said

"It'll be fucking amazing" they said

Tch........... during that time, I was born and..............

They told me that watch will be my "wedding ring" as they immediately made a a successor to the watch

It was alright......till, 3 years later

At four or 5, I lost control of my powers and apparently

I........... have a yo kai soul sealed in me. Hence why I'm able to use the abilities of all yo kai

Thats when........it all changed

Those cunts........didn't see me as ME anymore

Unfortunately........I don't wanna get to deep into detail on the shit they did

but........it the reason why I'm a human with so much shit at disposal, my scan, the portal

Its all "thanks" to them

Fast forward a bunch, and I'm ms.lutin sombre

Got the watch and I was the leader of a team, filled with only the best out there

At the time, I couldn't care much.....but as it went on, they felt like a family to me

Until....................

They're......not in the world of living

My family, sent us on a mission as I told them, thousands of times

WE. WEREN'T. READY

As this mission was known from killing people within seconds upon arrival

As usual they didn't care, after witnessed a whole blood bath.......... I ran to leave all that shit behind

And I was Trapped in the space in-between worlds

Till........I found this world, which leads to the now

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 that covers anything, yall got all of that or..........

Oh. Oh my.

[ballplayersxo]

Yt Athletes? They gotta be kinda dumb or just not care to get caught, tbfh.

Unfortunately, unlike the athletes I call my skinfolk, the yt ones rarely reach out from their personal accounts. It’s usually a well curated finsta OR someone on their team will scoop up the girls. Mind you, before that athlete holds a full convo with you the NDAs are signed in blood 😮‍💨 Also, they make them sign that they won’t reveal text conversations, etc. it’s ironclad.

Next, they always have themselves a “face” girl. Like: Olivia H, Kayla N, Hunter, Brittany, etc. These are the relationships they prop up to seem committed. While they love themselves an Instagram model too, yt athletes usually stick with professional hoes and p*rnstars who know what the f*ck is up in terms of sex as a transaction.

Third, they wrap it up. They have their mistresses sign contract to get on implant, monthly shot, oral birth control, or to simply get an abortion.

My brothers in Christ, however, love themselves an instagram girly but they won’t take the time for NDAs, they’ll write the girl which ends up being used against them, they’re convinced the girls will “take care” of the fetus if knocked up, and they’ll share the SAME messy loud hoes in rotation. They’re slaves to their own 🍆 and it’s embarrassing.

no cause this might just be a huge part of it 😭 our brothers just don’t seem serious half the time and it’s embarrassing. no one’s saying don’t cheat but PLEASE try to keep things at least a little cute

[frogsandfries]

Vaccines

I have this friend who had her kid at just barely seventeen in 2010. So yes, I'm absolutely aging all three of us because all three of our birthdays are within days of each other.

She didn't vaccinate her daughter because she was scared and uneducated about vaccines (and I would hedge a bet, the way that family works, my friend's mother didn't vaccinate her either).

This friend has the gall to text me bitching about other people not vaccinating their kids, and her kid getting a vaccine preventable disease as a result of other people not vaccinating their kids.

😩🙄😮‍💨

Look. I'm gonna level with you, and I guess you can try to fight me: I don't get the flu vaccine annually. I hate needles; I rarely get the flu. The last time I got the flu was 2016 or 2017. And then in 2020, I started working from home. I don't have kids, so I don't have to worry about a walking petri dish.

Unfortunately, the chicken pox vaccine was just a little too late for me, as it didn't even start rolling out in the US until 1995, and I got it about 95-96. I get to look forward to getting shingles. And given that I have a ton of health issues to more than balance against my seeming natural immunity to the flu, I'm genuinely considering paying out of pocket for the shingles vaccine. Yes, even though I'm only in my early thirties.

I'm also willing to admit that I'm skeptical and nervous about the COVID vaccine. Anecdotally speaking, it seems to have a lot of the same symptoms as just straight getting COVID. You'd think, hey, I've already had COVID, why not just get the vaccine? Like, how could the new allergies get any worse?

Oh shit....... I just remembered. One of my new allergies is cold urticaria. I have to talk to the doctor about that......

But that's kind of the point. COVID itself gave me cold urticaria, a new allergy to ibuprofen, AND I'm now allergic to oral and inhaled allergy medications. I understand any kind of re-exposure could, and most likely will, cause further complications. And I understand the logic behind, why not get a controlled exposure, like a vaccine?

On the other hand, why not hold off further exposure as long as possible? I did get it in 2021. It will become more adapted to humans as a host species as we go (yes, I'm aware of the Spanish influenza), and hopefully by the next time I get it, if ever, it won't be as severe.

But her child is a teenager. She's had time to change her mind and get her kid caught up on vaccines. If this unvaccinated kid brought a vaccine preventable disease into the home........that's only half on the other family.

Anyway, what would I know "you're not even a parent". Yeah. Not for lack of trying.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

I just unfortunately think this now tips the odds greatly towards a Trump re-election, and that possibility means a very dark future in which the Republican Right-Wing hardliners will use having power in Executive, Legislative and Judicial branches to radically undermine those rights we still have. I think it's about to be a very dark time in America, and it won't be just the next four years. Thanks to the stacking of the Supreme Court and judicial branches we're looking at several decades during which individual rights will be undermined. I think we're very much teetering on the edge of fascism in control in America. I hope I'm being too reactive, but too many things are already happening which point that way.//

Nancy I completely understand where you’re coming from. I fear the worst if that man gets access again and the horroring implications if that happens, I fear precisely what you stated above regarding multiple things, but my current mindset is if it looks like I’m about to die, I’m going to fight like hell to try to do everything in my power to prevent it. I’m scared as hell too and angry at the fact so many Americans see Trump as “hope” or a decent human being when he absolutely isn’t.

Just trying to keep hope alive. 😅

I’ve had my own mini breakdown earlier while trying to cook and tidy up my apartment, mental health issues with no support and me trying to cook while expressing rage over my life, job and to receive the news today that Biden is out, was a lot. 😮‍💨

I’m learning to try to focus on the positive and I’m just happy you allowed me to express my thoughts and I’m glad to be part of the CE/Tumblr community where at least I can get a smile on some of my worst days and you all have been so lovely, so thank you for this blog! ☺️🥰

I think anyone thinking he had even the barest particle of "decency" should have seen that was a lie with his publicly posted reaction to Biden's announcement yesterday. Wow, what a fucking asshole.

Actually, that's an unkind comparison for assholes, which provide an integral function to all people.

But today I'm just going to try to refocus on my own life, and let the bigger things I cannot control go by.

[seitmai]

Good god 😮‍💨

Four years had passed since you’d both sat in the creepy wooden booths of that shitty bar, and it felt simultaneously like yesterday and a lifetime ago. His family had pushed him into politics and while he had been adamant in the beginning that he would never pursue the presidency, the world had changed dramatically since he first refused the mantle. He may have hated the pageantry of it all, but at his core he truly did want to help people, and they certainly took notice. He’d run a clean and honest campaign with his best girl by his side, and won in a landslide. Everything moved very quickly from Election Day to Inauguration Day, it almost felt like he had blinked and he was here, wandering the halls of the west wing after skipping out on the last two of 10 gaudy inaugural balls he’d been forced to attend. He’d been going since sunrise and still couldn’t seem to get the jitters under control so he could rest; he suspected it would be quite a while before that feeling went away.

I absolutely adore their whole backstory, separately and then together 🥹

“Already got that covered, Phoenix is on surveillance right now, you can go ahead and go dark Nat!” You said in the general direction of where they’d mentioned cameras were placed, a notification on your phone let you know she’d confirmed that the two of you had thirty minutes all to yourselves and you broke out in a blinding grin as you leaned forward to press a kiss to Bob’s jawline. The sharp intake of breath and his hands immediately going to your hips let you know he’d need this just as much as you, it had been embarrassingly long since the two of you had been together, and you filed away the notion that you would need to make sure you had the right security in play to make quickies like this a regular occurrence, policy be damned.

To do list of President Floyd:

Make sure quickies with the first lady in the oval office are possible regularly

Solve important public crisis

“Goddamn it, should have known you’d do this, you know exactly how to wind me up don’t ya? Whole world wants to know how to bring me to my knees and all they’d have to do is weaponize you and this perfect pussy.”

If they only knew. It was startling how fast he got you there, you were certain you were dripping down onto the desk now, wet smacks and moans coming from between your thighs as you peeked down to look at his deep cerulean eyes. He was too damn good at this and he knew it, had the audacity to wink at you as he nibbled on your clit and with a gasp you came all over his face, watching as he wiped his mouth with his arm and smirking like the cocky bastard he was. He controlled the entire free world now, but he would still consider it his greatest accomplishment that he could render his pretty wife to a babbling needy mess with his tongue.

🥵🥵🥵

You knew the rule all too well; no visible marks. It had been that way from the very beginning, which was unfortunate because you wanted so badly to mark his pretty neck up and make sure everyone knew he was yours, but the compromise was that you could leave them anywhere below the collarbone, so as he fished for the condom he’d stashed in his pocket (hoping to end the night just like this), you licked down his neck and began nibbling on the flesh of his pecks, sucking a nipple into your mouth and looking up at him as his jaw went slack.

That would make me want to mark him up even more 🤤 also I love how prepared he is 😌

“You little minx, you’ve been just waiting all day to drop that on me haven’t you? Need me to cum in that pretty pussy and get you good and knocked up? Fuck you’d think it was my birthday or something, I don’t know how I got it so good.”

Working hard to surprise a man that literally has everything 😌😏

You gripped the front of the desk behind your head and let him pound you into it, the need for quiet long forgotten as you alternated between crying out and calling him daddy.

I just know Nat is running rampant trying to keep people as far again for the Oval Office as possible because the sound carries haha

You cradled his sweaty form in your arms as you both came down from your high, giggles erupting from him as it really set in what you two had done.

I love moments like this 🥰

“Ah shit, well everyone’s gonna know that we can’t keep our hands to ourselves after this, I imagine the press will have a field day.” He kissed your nose as you grinned at him, both of you still joined together but neither of you ready to separate.

Let them know!! What's better PR than a happy first couple that has the hots for each other other 😌

“That was Nat, she said we need to hurry the hell up before me going MIA causes a national emergency.” He was joking of course, but the secret service agents at the door couldn’t look either of you in the eye as you shuffled down the hallway with Bob’s hand in yours, and it was no surprise to anyone when you turned up pregnant by the state of the union.

Those agents are in for a long 8 (because obviously he gets reelected a 2nd term duh) years of looking in the other direction, drowning out certain sounds and making up excuses 😂

Let’s do IT for our country

Pairing- President!Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Warnings- smut smut and more smut, breeding kink, language, mentions of pregnancy, us politics, I think that’s it?

Summary- Robert Floyd had never wanted to be the president, but here in the Oval Office on inauguration night with his First Lady? He could get used to nights like this.

A/N- It’s that time again! Another IBFFM, but this time with an older version of our sexy WSO. Mr. President is about 45 here, his First Lady is in her mid 30’s.

Also it’s @bobgasm ‘s birthday present!! Happy birthday to my precious Steph, love you so much baby!!

For as long as he could remember, Robert Floyd had been told he would be great.

His family name was synonymous with the likes of Kennedy and Roosevelt, the Floyd’s were some of the most influential in political history, and with that came high expectations. You must go to a prestigious college, you must serve your country (whether that be as a civil servant or military member), and you must marry the right kind of person. They talked about it as if they were breeding horses, and it never made any sense to him, so long as he found someone kind and supportive all of the bullshit that his family expected mattered very little to him. He would tick off whatever boxes they wanted, but it would be on his own terms.

He went to the US Naval Academy after high school, refusing to hop onto the Ivy League lifestyle his grandfather so desperately cherished. Moving on to aviation as a WSO and then becoming one of the top 1% in the country in his field. It was a distinguished career to be sure, but he’d been adamant that he had no interest in pursuing a political career, and certainly not the presidency.

He still wasn’t sure what had brought him to this point, or how he’d somehow managed to bag his dream girl in the process. A feisty junior senator from Delaware, good family, strong morals and drop dead gorgeous to boot, you’d been his match in every way. Sure you had hated his guts, he was the golden boy and you had dealt with his kind your whole life. But after a particularly long day in the senate he’d asked you to dinner, and while you’d had half a mind to tell him no the prospect of a free meal wasn’t worth passing up. So in a dingy dive bar with greasy burgers and cheap beer, you took a chance on him and fell ridiculously in love.

Four years had passed since you’d both sat in the creepy wooden booths of that shitty bar, and it felt simultaneously like yesterday and a lifetime ago. His family had pushed him into politics and while he had been adamant in the beginning that he would never pursue the presidency, the world had changed dramatically since he first refused the mantle. He may have hated the pageantry of it all, but at his core he truly did want to help people, and they certainly took notice. He’d run a clean and honest campaign with his best girl by his side, and won in a landslide. Everything moved very quickly from Election Day to Inauguration Day, it almost felt like he had blinked and he was here, wandering the halls of the west wing after skipping out on the last two of 10 gaudy inaugural balls he’d been forced to attend. He’d been going since sunrise and still couldn’t seem to get the jitters under control so he could rest; he suspected it would be quite a while before that feeling went away. Shaky hands moved to open the door to the Oval Office, completely renovated and designed by his beautiful wife to fit his style and personality, you’d made sure he would want for nothing, he’d be spending so much time in this room and it seemed only logical to make it a calm and safe space for him and his thoughts. It felt so much like his office at home, even down to the worn leather chair and the soft scent of sandalwood and tobacco from the candles you bought because it reminded you of him. You had told him you’d be heading to change and wouldn’t be gone long, he had plans to unwind with a bottle of bourbon and maybe a game or three of checkers, but as you slipped into the spacious and hallowed room belonging to the commander in chief, he nearly jolted out of his skin. There you were, his First Lady, in a skimpy little silk robe, intricate updo long gone in favor of soft curls, and the adorable little fuzzy cat slippers that he’d bought you for Christmas.

“Good evening Mr. President” you said with a smirk as you locked the door and padded over to his desk. You’d chosen well, the beautiful mahogany writing table had belonged to Theodore Roosevelt, and while it hadn’t been used in many a president’s term, you had made sure it was painstakingly restored and ready for his first day. Now that you were here, all he could seem to think of is how much fun it might be to test the sturdiness of the surface, perhaps he did need to blow off a little steam after such a stressful day…

“Sweet girl, you do realize there’s cameras everywhere right?” He said as you pushed his chair back just enough to fit between his thighs, very gently sitting on the edge of the antique escritoire. This desk had seen many a scandal, so many historical events, and you were quite sure she should handle the weight of what you had planned next.

“Already got that covered, Phoenix is on surveillance right now, you can go ahead and go dark Nat!” You said in the general direction of where they’d mentioned cameras were placed, a notification on your phone let you know she’d confirmed that the two of you had thirty minutes all to yourselves and you broke out in a blinding grin as you leaned forward to press a kiss to Bob’s jawline. The sharp intake of breath and his hands immediately going to your hips let you know he’d need this just as much as you, it had been embarrassingly long since the two of you had been together, and you filed away the notion that you would need to make sure you had the right security in play to make quickies like this a regular occurrence, policy be damned.

You’d drawn his lips to yours as you untied his tie and began unbuttoning the front of his dress shirt, his hands had drifted to palming your ass as he licked the seam of your mouth, a gasp from you was all he needed to slide his tongue against yours, squeezing you a little more roughly and all but pulling you into the plush office chair.

“Fuck I missed you,” he breathed into your mouth, you’d nearly gotten his dress shirt removed when he slotted his knee between your legs, large hands gripping the back of your thighs as he placed you back on the desk, this time swiping whatever loose papers off the top and sending them cascading across the plush carpet that held the presidential seal. You squealed and giggled, watching with rapt attention as he removed his dress shirt and exposed the defined freckled skin of his arms, pulling his undershirt off with less finesse as it joined the pile of papers on the floor. “I’ve never found a president to be sexy until just this moment, I have to admit, you look damn good in this office, sir” you said as you leaned back on your palms and ogled him, heat crept up his cheeks and chest at your praise, but his eyes had darkened at the honorific, you knew exactly what you were doing to him, and he could feel his dress slacks getting uncomfortably tight as you ran your bare feet up and down the back of his legs.

“You wanna be a good girl for me Madame First Lady? Let me lay you out and devour you where anyone could walk in?” His voice grew impossibly deeper and you let out a whimper in response, shifting to try and get some relief. You did want that, you wanted it so badly you could scream, it was the very thought of being dirty and unladylike for the man you loved that had you so hot and bothered, and he trailed one long finger down your sternum to remove your robe, fire in his eyes as he opened the sash and found you completely bare for him.

“Goddamn it, should have known you’d do this, you know exactly how to wind me up don’t ya? Whole world wants to know how to bring me to my knees and all they’d have to do is weaponize you and this perfect pussy.” He was completely fixated on your arousal glistening between your legs, and while normally you’d let him take his time, you knew it wouldn’t be long before some aid or agent came by to make sure he had everything he needed for the evening. If they only knew.

“Bobby, please? Don’t have a lot of time baby” you said as you squirmed on the polished wood and searched for some kind of relief. He seemed to snap out of his haze as lust clouded eyes fixed on yours, letting his index finger trail down your stomach and through your folds, watching your head fall back and chest heave at his teasing.

“Need to hear you say it sweet girl, you know what I want.” You blushed in earnest, he loved how dirty you could get, but that had always been behind closed doors in the comfort of your own home, you’d be mortified if anyone heard some of the things you’d said in the throes of pleasure; but it was his big day after all. If he wanted it, you’d give him the moon.

“Need your mouth on me Daddy, want you to make me cum and then fuck me with your big dick. Please? Please give it to me, ‘s been too long, fuck - I-“ you babbled at him as he continued to rub that one long finger up and down, it was maddening and had you choking on your words, thankfully he didn’t make you wait, spreading you open and pressing two fingers into you as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your clit. The relief was immediate, you moaned out into the empty room as he went to work on your aching pussy, drawing tight circles with this tongue as he scissored his fingers inside you. It had been weeks and he knew he’d need to get you ready, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was going insane over the little noises you made and the iron grip you had on his hair, tugging at his scalp as you bucked up into his pretty face to search for your release.

It was startling how fast he got you there, you were certain you were dripping down onto the desk now, wet smacks and moans coming from between your thighs as you peeked down to look at his deep cerulean eyes. He was too damn good at this and he knew it, had the audacity to wink at you as he nibbled on your clit and with a gasp you came all over his face, watching as he wiped his mouth with his arm and smirking like the cocky bastard he was. He controlled the entire free world now, but he would still consider it his greatest accomplishment that he could render his pretty wife to a babbling needy mess with his tongue. Disheveled looked good on you, blush spread across your cheeks and chest, hair a mess, and your release all over your thighs from what he intended to be one of at least three mind blowing orgasms.

You looped your heavy arms around his neck and kissed him languidly, you didn’t seem to be as worried about the time anymore and for that he was thankful. He wanted to take his time, and if somebody walked in they would find out very quickly to knock, he couldn’t give a shit about anything other than getting his cock inside you.

You knew the rule all too well; no visible marks. It had been that way from the very beginning, which was unfortunate because you wanted so badly to mark his pretty neck up and make sure everyone knew he was yours, but the compromise was that you could leave them anywhere below the collarbone, so as he fished for the condom he’d stashed in his pocket (hoping to end the night just like this), you licked down his neck and began nibbling on the flesh of his pecks, sucking a nipple into your mouth and looking up at him as his jaw went slack. “Oh Christ, you gotta stop that baby or we’ll be finished before we even get started” he panted out and tried not to buck up into you, the hand gripping your thigh was sure to leave a mark but you couldn’t give a shit, there was something so powerful in being able to bring the most powerful man on earth to his knees, and even better knowing that he was insatiable for you.

“Then fuck me Mr. President, and you don’t need that condom either. I think you should put a baby in me, fill me up so good that I’m dripping with you all day tomorrow.” You grinned at him but he looked completely debauched, he ran a hand through his graying sandy locks and blinked down at you, almost at a loss for words.

“You little minx, you’ve been just waiting all day to drop that on me haven’t you? Need me to cum in that pretty pussy and get you good and knocked up? Fuck you’d think it was my birthday or something, I don’t know how I got it so good.” He said as he spread you out and ran his hands all over you, you were whimpering and grinding into him and he was sure he’d pass out if he was any harder, slipping himself out of his briefs and sliding his length through your slick. You were trying hard to be quiet, sure it was late but there was bound to be someone on watch, Bob gripped your chin as he slid into you and kissed you sloppily, all teeth and tongue and moans, shallow thrusts to get you ready turned rough when you sucked his bottom lip and pushed your hips up to take him to the hilt. You gripped the front of the desk behind your head and let him pound you into it, the need for quiet long forgotten as you alternated between crying out and calling him daddy.

It didn’t take him long before he was close, the aftershocks of your second orgasm seemed to keep him gripped so tight that he could barely think straight, he was furiously rubbing your clit to get you there again as he watched tears drip down your flushed cheeks, he’d never forget tonight for the rest of his life. Not all the fanfare, not even the immense weight of the mantle he was about to take, but this moment right here, wrapped up in his gorgeous wife as he fucked her silly in the Oval Office. You wailed out “I’m cumming” as you gripped him tight with your pulsing heat and he tumbled over the edge right along with you, warming you from the inside out as he filled you up.

You cradled his sweaty form in your arms as you both came down from your high, giggles erupting from him as it really set in what you two had done.

“Ah shit, well everyone’s gonna know that we can’t keep our hands to ourselves after this, I imagine the press will have a field day.” He kissed your nose as you grinned at him, both of you still joined together but neither of you ready to separate.

A loud ring came from his phone and it sent a jolt through both of you, wide eyes trained on his as he leaned forward and grabbed it off the hook. His eyes were full of mirth as he nodded his head once, twice and bid them goodnight, pinching your cheek with his free hand before hanging up.

“What was that all about?” You said, trying to push him up so you could get decent and off his desk.

“That was Nat, she said we need to hurry the hell up before me going MIA causes a national emergency.” He was joking of course, but the secret service agents at the door couldn’t look either of you in the eye as you shuffled down the hallway with Bob’s hand in yours, and it was no surprise to anyone when you turned up pregnant by the state of the union.

Tagging- @bobgasm @attapullman @bobfloydsbabe @floydsglasses @sebsxphia @roosterforme @sunsetsimpsblog @seitmai

[nemiisnemisis]

so um..I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ACTUALLY KINDA BURNT OUT FROM PLAYING HSR ALREADY

I WAS SO FUCKING HYPED FOR PENACONY BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WAS SO OVERWHELMED BY SO MANY NEW CHARACTERS

cant quit rn bc of the fucking daily log in i bought several months ago 😮‍💨

hnghshh i also accidentally got black swan too bc i was hoping to lose the 50/50 but oh well its my own fault for not having impulse control.

all i want to do is sleep rn bc my head hurts a lot but unfortunately theres this thing called school assignments 🙃

istg if anything happens to Himeko, AGAIN. I WILL ACTUALLY LOSE IT.

^(nemi didnt cope well with Himeko's final lesson even tho it was over 5 yrs ago)

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Manager Has a Secret Partner

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: minor Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request! I'm doing a female manager with a male partner for this one just because I can imagine Atsumu just losing his ever loving mind 🤣

Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

First off, YN you owe them nothing 🗣

They all know this

Correction: everyone BUT Atsumu knows this

Sure they will be jealous but they will respect you

I think we all see why you don't want to tell anyone

I meam, look at what you deal with every single day YN 😮‍💨

It's exhausting

Plus you like to keep somethings to yourself

So when the Captain of the baseball team asks you out, you go

He's very much your type and very much not Atsumu 🤣

He doesn't mind keeping your relationship on the down low

You have alot of classes together which makes it easy to see each other

You have the same friend group so you eat together daily 😊

It's honestly a pretty awesome system

Now before you say anything, I think the third years might have an idea that you are dating someone

They can't be positive but at the same time, you are often the discussion of their daily chats 😅

"You really think YN is with someone?"- Aran

"I see her with the baseball captain all the time. I mean they never kiss or anything but still"- Michinari

"Well I mean it doesn't impact her job as our manager so does it really matter?"- Omimi

They all agree, it doesn't

However, "all" in this situation does not include the 2nd years 🙃

Please Atsumu flirts with you daily and you just wave him off

"Come on YN, just give in and go out with me already?"-

"Absolutely not"- you 😐

"YN come on! How awesome would it be for the manager to date the setter? Pretty freaking awesome"- Atsumu, hyping himself up

"I think it would be cool for YN to date the middle blocker"- Suna 😏

"YN should choose who she wants to date"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻🤨

"I'm pretty sure if you were the last man left on earth, YN would take her chances alone"- Osamu

Please you tow high five 🙏🏻

I know it's the prayer emoji but it's gonna be high five ok 🤣

Honestly your work as Inarizaki's Manager is so freaking exhausting 😓

So exhausting your boyfriend has started to notice

"Yn they are running you ragged"- your amazing bf

"Nah this is just how it goes. Besides, it's not the team that's running me, it's Atsumu"- you

"Do you want me to talk to him?"- your bf

You 👉🏻😅 no-

There is enough drama on the team, we don't need more ok 🤚🏻

However that's about to change 🙃

Because low and behold, it's your 6 month anniversary with your boyfriend

You've decided you're going to go out to eat after your practices end

Unfortunately for you, since you have an amazing boyfriend but also can't have nice things, he decides to surprise you by picking you up

Now to be clear, it's not that you don't want people to know about your relationship

It's simply EASIER for them to just not know 😅

However, you are YN and you are in my headcannons

Which means I get to make your life miserable 🙌🏻

You are filling up water bottles when you hear

"What the hell are you doing here?"- Atsumu, yelling at someone

You tighten the cap and rush out to sew your boyfriend squaring off the Atsumu

😃 crap-

"Bf name, what are you doing here?"- you

"I came to surprise you but it seems like someone wants to pick a fight"- your boyfriend

"You do realize baseball isn't a sport you play in a gym right? Or don't any of you have brains?"- Atsumu, mocking your boyfriend

"Enough Atsumu, stop! Ill be done with practice soon then we can go to dinner"- you, trying to gain control

"Go to dinner? What the hell YN? I've asked you to dinner no less than 10 times and you've always said no"- Atsumu

Please Osamu, Ginjima and Suna (with camera) have all gathered round 😅

Kita, Aran, Michinari and Omimi are all hanging back

You know- observing 👀

"Atsumu that's enough"- Kita

"You've been hitting on my girlfriend?"- your boyfriend now squaring off with Atsumu

"You bet I have- wait 🤨 girlfriend?"- Atsumu now looking at you

You 👉🏻👀😗🎶

"Yeah YN's been my girlfriend for 6 months now. She didn't want to tell you because she knew you'd pull this crap Atsumu"- your Boyfriend

By now, Atsumu is glaring at you 😑

You are just like 😱 would you look at the time ⌚️

Please Suna has moved to get a better angle 🤣

"YN are you really dating him? The badrba captain really?"- Atsumu, now being dramatic 🙄

The jig is up YN just admit it

"Yes Atsumu"- you, sighing in defeat

"*GASP* YN HOW COULD YOU?"- ATSUMU

"😐 you're making it a bigger deal than it is"- you

"HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THAT?"- Atsumu, now drastically crying

"God you are so dramatic"- Osamu rolling his eyes

"Who had YN for this week's betrayal bet?"- Ginjima

"I did!"- Aran raising his hand

"Damn I was sure it would have been Suna again"- Michinari

Atsumu is just standing 🧍‍♂️ there like 👁👄👁

"Oh please like we don't go through this all the time Atsumu"- you

"Yeah it's like a drama fest every day with you"- Omimi

"ME- YN IS THE ONE THAT BETRAYED US"- Atsumu

"No she didn't betray anyone"- Suna

Please your boyfriend is just standing 🧍‍♂️ there like 👉🏻 😃 this is the weirdest team ever, I gotta get YN out of this

"I'll be done in a few. Wanna wait here?"- you kissing your boyfriend cheek

"Sure"- him still confused

Please Atsumu will stare at him the entire time

You should know by now YN, managing Atsumu Inarizaki is never going to be easy 😅

[rinadragomir]

So let's discuss Daisy/Matthew promised juicy🍑 moments in Chain of Thorns📝🕵️

Okay what we know is that Matthew is going to make a move on Daisy since she's trying to get over James(it's confirmed). Which sounds pretty logical cause 1) he's into her 2) she's single... like..married type of single but still 3) she finds him kinda hot at random times 4) they're pretty close

But I'm kinda worried about a few things which include: 1) timing 2) the toxic foundation of that 3) momentS?...

So let's clear this out: Cordelia doesn't owe anything to James, it's a fake marriage and trying to start a new relationship with a kind guy who cares about you - is a good way to get over someone. Cordelia x Matthew out of context - 🤌🏻 *crying(me)Jordelia fan sounds*

Now to my issues cause we actually have a context:

1) timing - right after (like literally 3-5 days) her dad's death; her losing Cortana, her being controlled by Lilith, her telling Matthew she's really in love with James, her heart being broken, her telling Matthew she sees him only as a friend🤨 During Daisy having nightmares and panic attacks. Right before her dad's funeral. It just seems too much and trying to make a move on her RIGHT NOW is kinda wrong.

So I see only one way for any "juicy moments" to happen: Cordelia should initiate the kiss🤷🏼 So it doesn't look like Matthew is using the opportunity of her being depressed, confused, rejected and wanting to be loved and cuddled...to give the kind of love she doesn't need from him right now.

But unfortunately it would lead us to the:

2) toxic foundation of that - CC made it clear that Daisy is truly in love with James.

Cordelia's aware of Mathew's beauty, she thinks about it at least twice during the first 2 books👀 but she doesn't even want to be in love with someone else. So we never saw her even thinking about him in a romantic way.

So if the kiss happens, and it will happen, it's because: a) she's really lonely and upset after being rejected/cheated on (that's what she believes) and she wants to feel loved b) she feels sorry for Matthew, like he's a wet little kitten and he's so adorable and fragile and she doesn't want to upset him.

Which is also bad cause she's in love with the other guy and she's not able to truly respond to his feelings🤷🏼which is not a problem without a context, like ... He's not 12, they can talk and he can get over her, since it wasn't actually serious in the first place.

But again, we actually have a context: Matthew's in a bad place right now. He's still drinking tho he's trying to hide it. And if he really stopped just because Daisy asked - it's fucked up, cause it'd help him only during his "romantic euphoria". First problem- he drinks again. And it's like he shifts the responsibility for his well-being to Cordelia He sees a relationship with Cordelia as the way to fix all his problems, to actually heal and maybe even fight alcoholism. Cordelia was the first person he opened his secret to and he confuses the feeling of relief, gratitude and euphoria of being accepted the way you are with romantic love🥲

Which is obviously not how the healing works. He needs to be honest with someone else, to fix his relationship with the family AND to get serious medical and psychological help☝🏻And kisses with Cordelia won't help, it can only fuck everything up, cause he can end up in even worse place after James and Cordelia confess their feelings for each other and we know they will.

3) juicy momentS - 🧐🤨🙂🙃👀👁️👁️ Cassie bestie.... I— listen I just wrote an essay about why the first kiss is a mistake😮‍💨 Should I explain how Matthew is gonna feel after juicy momentS when he's back in London and James and Cordelia are officially together/at least confess their true feelings? Should I also explain the level of guilt Daisy will have to deal with after she understands that she gave Matthew hope only to break it into pieces? 🙂like father's death, broken heart, Cortana, Lilith weren't enough 🙂

Now your turn guys, I'm really curious about your opinion, be honest! But not too honest, don't hurt my feelings🙇🏼‍♀️

[simp47koreancrackheads]

HE DREW HER CUTE MAD FACE?????😫😫😫🦋💘💘💘💘💘💘🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🥺🥹🥺🥹🥺🥹🥹🥹🥹 and he left a note too!!!! I’m a sucker for little notes!!! HE IS SO SWEET BWAAAAAA😭😭😭😭😭😭🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

ok DAYUMMMNNNN he’s hot❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 🥵😮‍💨 “Hmm. As sweet as I imagined.” JESUS CHRIST INDEED 🥵🥵❤️‍🔥

but i kinda feel like that “please let me” had 2 meanings!! Or is it just me🤔🤭 and yes, just like that he goes from sex god to sweet neighbor!! The “I’m not trying to kick you out. You know that, right?” He literally is the sweetest!!🥺

But Jin!!!! I love that she chose to give him a fair chance! And as amazingly sweet and perfect their date was, unfortunately, this Jk managed to imprint himself on her head and tbh Im rooting for him jijiji💘💘

And the kiss between OC and Jin was sooo sweet💘, but god whyyyy did Jungkookie had to witness it😭 he was jealous already😭😭😭 my baby😭😭

It’s 3:04 AM and this ended on a cliffhanger ljhguownfbgyiw 🥴I literally don’t have self control sunny WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME jajaajajajaja. No but seriously, this is so good and just. Yeah. You’re that good!!💜💜💜

Paradise | JJK - Four

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), slow burn, love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: brief mention of alcohol-induced sickness, swearing, kissing, fingering, orgasms

Word Count: 6.8K

Disclaimer: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

A/N: Still overwhelmed by the love y'all have given me for this story. The slow burn has been simmering for a while, hasn't it? Let's just crank that heat up a bit. 🔥

Unbeta'd as usual. Taglist is always open, as is my inbox - I'd love to hear what you think! 💕

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Pain. That was what Saturday brought you. So much pain.

You woke in mid-afternoon, head pounding, mouth dry, stomach roiling. Lying in bed, you tried to recall how you'd ended up in such a state. But you could only remember slivers of your night, flickering by in brief vignettes.

Cocktails. Jungkook smiling at you. More cocktails. Jin making you laugh. Wine. Jungkook whispering in your ear. More wine. Jin saying good night. And then... music? And a cherry blossom tree?

Gingerly, you sat up, glancing at the clock on your nightstand, and noticed that a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin sat there. As you reached for both, the memory suddenly hit you.

Holy shit. Had you really stormed into Jungkook's apartment and yelled at him?

God, you were such an asshole.

You groaned as your stomach lurched violently and dashed to your bathroom just in time to avoid making a mess. Fuck. You hadn't gotten sick from drinking in years. Why on earth did you have so much wine last night? You didn’t even like it!

Cheek pressed against the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, you attempted to reassemble the memories of your evening. Like putting together a puzzle, but the pieces were blurry, and the edges frayed. You remembered having a great time with Jin. And before that, Jungkook. And Taehyung? Yes, he'd been there too, at the bar, while you were waiting. Looking like a dream, from what you could picture in your mind. All of them had, honestly. You seemed to be drowning in gorgeous men lately.

There was an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach, not related to the illness you felt from too much alcohol. It had to do with something Jungkook had said to you.

But what was it?

After several minutes, you gave up, clambering off the floor and dragging yourself into the kitchen. Spotting a lone electrolyte water in the fridge, you thanked whatever deity was listening and shuffled to the living room, intending to spend the afternoon recuperating by laying on the couch like a sloth and watching tv.

As you crossed your apartment, something white caught your eye. A piece of paper, lying in front of your door. You flipped it over.

Your own face stared back at you, etched in shades of gray and black. Mouth slightly open, with one hand raised, finger pointing off the page, you appeared to be in mid-sentence, like you were admonishing the viewer. Yet your eyes seemed soft, peering at you with an expression of almost wonder.

You'd never seen yourself like this before. You couldn't believe that anyone did.

In the corner of the page was a note:

Hope you're feeling ok. I wanted to apologize for last night. I had too much to drink at Dionysus and said some things I shouldn't have. I'm sorry if I crossed a line.

P.S. See? I wasn't lying, you're cute when you're mad.

- Jungkook

Jungkook. The cherry blossom tree. Right, he was an artist. You’d learned this about him last night, when you'd given him an earful. Of, uh... fuck, what did you say to him?

No more wine for you.

Slumping onto your couch, you studied every line of the drawing, every little detail, like the delicate way he’d inked the curl of your lashes, or how he’d captured the loose strands of your hair that framed your face. This had to have taken him hours. Had he stayed up all night, working on this?

And his note. The bit about saying things he shouldn't have said. What was he talking about? Snippets of your conversation at the bar replayed in your head. He'd called you beautiful, you remembered that clearly, face warming even just in memory, but what else could he be referring to?

You closed your eyes, sighing.

"...definitely couldn't make you cum."

Ah, right.

Your eyes snapped open as it came back to you. The way he'd held you as he'd laughed and mocked Jin. You reread the note. Of course. Jungkook had been drunk. He'd been teasing you again, and the things he’d said had just been the result of too much to drink. He’d taken it too far, and he felt bad.

Obviously, Jisoo was wrong. Jungkook wasn’t attracted to you. He just liked to play with you. Rile you up. And why not? You were easy pickings. Never took much to get a rise out of you. Clearly he’d more than succeeded, if you’d been so wound up by his words that you’d actually yelled at him.

You sighed, wishing you knew what you’d said. All you could remember was being mad.

Should you apologize to him, for the way you'd barged in and berated him? You hated the thought of him thinking you were rude. That wasn’t how you usually acted, but you’d been so… keyed up last night. Not to mention Drunk with a capital D. Without knowing exactly what you'd said to Jungkook, though, you weren't sure. Besides, you weren't in the best condition at the moment.

Your head throbbed. No more thinking. You needed to rest and rehydrate. Stumbling to your bedroom for more aspirin, you carried the sketch with you, placing it on your nightstand. Would it be weird to frame it? Maybe. But you still might.

Minutes into a “Be Still My Heart” episode, you passed out on your couch.

When you woke hours later, your stomach was no longer rumbling and your head no longer ached, but you didn’t feel any more rested than when you’d awoken earlier that day. Still, it was an improvement, so you got up, showered, and threw on a pair of cozy pajama pants and a racerback tank top that read “Financial Analysts Do It With Models.” Nothing like starting the day at - you glanced at the clock - Jesus, at 7 pm.

No. More. Wine. EVER.

You ate some dry toast - your gut might have settled but you weren’t taking any chances - and curled up on the couch again, flipping aimlessly through your streaming queue.

The group text thread was blowing up your phone, all your friends wanting details about your dinner at Dionysus, but you didn’t have the emotional bandwidth to have that conversation at the moment - especially since you still couldn’t recall half the night. So you fired off a quick “too hungover to function” text with a promise to chat tomorrow, silenced your phone, and slid it into your pocket

A sweet tenor began serenading you through the wall.

Fine, maybe he wasn’t actually serenading you, but you were definitely enjoying the sound of Jungkook’s singing as it drifted across your apartment, his crystal-clear voice effortlessly traversing a tricky melody.

And it carried with it a memory, of you asking Jungkook what the fuck his deal was.

You sat up with a start as the last puzzle pieces shifted into place. Oh god, you’d marched right over to his apartment and asked him what his deal was and what he was playing at and…

And then you’d gotten completely distracted by how unbelievably hot he was and completely derailed yourself.

Flopping dramatically onto your back, you pressed a throw pillow into your face to muffle a pained groan. Well, it could’ve been worse, what you’d said to him. Mercifully, your inability to focus had kept you from making a total ass of yourself.

You’d just made an incomplete ass of yourself instead. Partial. Maybe half.

As you laid there, reliving the fragmented memories over and over, a sour feeling in the pit of your stomach nagged at you. Not from the gallons of alcohol you’d imbibed or the toast threatening to make a reappearance. It was guilt.

You couldn’t imagine what he must’ve thought of you after last night. To have someone just stomp into your apartment and start yelling? You’d immediately call them an asshole.

You didn’t want to be the asshole neighbor.

Fuck, your conscience really wasn’t going to let you rest until you made amends, was it?

Heaving yourself off of your couch with a weary sigh, you headed for your neighbor’s apartment to set things right.

The music cut off at the sound of your knocking, and you were hit with a sensation of déjà vu. It only amplified when Jungkook opened the door, clad in black sweats, looking contrite.

“Sorry, were you trying to sleep? I can turn the music down,” he apologized by way of greeting.

You shook your head. “No, the music’s fine. I just - can I come in?”

Jungkook nodded, stepping aside to let you enter, and again you felt like you were reliving the same moment. There was the sleek black furniture, the easel in the corner, the paint supplies strewn about - everything was the same as last night. Except for one thing - the cherry blossom tree was gone, replaced by a fresh, blank canvas.

Jungkook gestured to his couch, but you shook your head. You wanted to keep this short, eat crow as quickly as possible. You hovered near the door as he sat down.

“I’m a little surprised to see you up. Kinda thought you might sleep the day away,” he grinned, nose wrinkling slightly. His dark hair was tucked up into a little ponytail, looking exactly like you’d dreamed the night after you’d seen him dance at Paradise. Like your dream was a premonition.

(If only.)

You flushed, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstrings on your pants. “I just woke up a little while ago,” you admitted. You glanced back at the easel. “I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

“Oh, no. I always have that set up there,” he explained. “I’m not doing anything right now. I have to work tonight. No time to paint.”

“Ah. Well, I won’t take up too much of your time, anyway. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” He cocked his head. “For?”

“For barreling in here last night and yelling at you. It was rude of me.”

He blinked. “You’re apologizing… to me?”

You nodded. “Well, yeah. I mean, I just pushed my way in here and started screaming at you. I feel awful about that. And I don’t want you to think less of me.”

He was silent for a moment, eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. “How much do you remember about last night?”

You pursed your lips. “Enough of it to know I acted like a jerk.”

“That’s not what I mean. Dionysus. How much do you remember from there?”

“Oh. I remember hanging out at the bar with you. And Taehyung.” You smiled. “I think he and I are best friends now, unless that was just a wine-induced hallucination.”

Jungkook grinned. “Nope, that is true. Lucky for him, not so sure about you.” His expression shifted, becoming serious again. “Is that all?”

“No.” You hesitated for a moment. “I know you made fun of Jin, my date. You said some pretty nasty things about him.”

“But you know exactly what I said?” Again, you felt like he was examining you, and you weren’t sure what he was looking for.

“Yes. I remember.”

“Then there’s nothing for you to apologize for,” he stated. “You were right to yell at me. You were on a date, and I was disrespectful. And I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, Jungkook,” you objected, shaking your head. He shouldn’t be the one asking for forgiveness. “I got your note. Thank you, by the way.” Your face heated as you gave him a shy smile. “The sketch is amazing. I… well, I’m incredibly flattered by it, to be honest. I could tell you were talented from your painting last night, but to make me look like that takes real skill.”

Something flitted across Jungkook’s face too quickly for you to catch it.

“But you explained everything,” you continued without hesitation. “I know you enjoy teasing me. I admit I’m a fairly easy mark, the way I get worked up so quickly, as you saw the other day in my apartment, and again last night. I understand what happened. You were drunk at Dionysus, you didn’t mean the things you said. I appreciate you apologizing, but this is about me. I shouldn’t have invaded your space and shouted at you like that.”

A minute passed, and he said nothing, just observed you with those doe eyes. You felt a nervous need to say something, anything, to fill the silence, but before you could begin to babble, he finally spoke. “No.”

You frowned, brow furrowing. “No?” No, what?

“No.” He stood and took a step towards you. “No, you don’t understand. I did mean it.”

He kept walking towards you, and you backed up until you hit the door behind you. You were lost. “You meant what?”

“All of it.” He was standing a breath’s width away now, peering down at you with an intensity you vaguely recognized but couldn’t quite place. “I meant every word I said to you. Yes, I was drunk, but I wasn’t just rambling. I was trying to say what I was thinking.”

Those lips. Those perfectly pink lips. Déjà vu again. You couldn’t stop staring, even as you struggled to comprehend what he was telling you. His mouth was so distractingly close.

“What… you were thinking?” you echoed dumbly.

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, contemplating his next words, and you watched as he worried the plump flesh between his teeth. Jesus, you were practically hypnotized by the motion, and you forced yourself to look away, gazing into his eyes instead.

That seemed to give him whatever it was he needed to speak again.

“I was jealous. Of your date.” His eyes flickered to your lips and back, as he stammered. “But I - I couldn’t tell you that. So I mocked him instead. What I was trying to say… what I wanted to say was… was ....”

He trailed off, and you waited breathlessly, heart pounding, until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Was? Was what?”

“I wanted to say… he couldn’t touch you like I could.”

A hand, on your hip.

“He couldn’t make you scream, make you cum the way I could.”

Fingers, gripping.

“He wasn’t worthy of you. Because there was no way he could worship you like I could. Like I want to.” The timbre of his voice dropped, a low rumble that shot straight through you. “If you’ll let me.”

“Jungkook,” you protested feebly, head reeling, as his other hand tipped your face up, bringing your mouth so close to his.

So, so close.

The hand grasping your side was squeezing so hard, you were sure to bruise, but you didn’t care.

“Please let me,” he whispered, and you leapt across the space between you, crushing your lips against his.

Jungkook kissed you back fiercely, tongue plunging, teeth nipping, pushing you against the door as he slotted a leg between yours. You whimpered into his mouth, and that encouraged him to run his hand down your thigh and grip behind your knee, yanking your leg up to wrap around him.

A tiny voice inside your head declared that this was too much, too fast, begging you to slow down. But your body was fully in control, reacting instinctively to Jungkook’s caresses, and you weren’t stopping now.

Keening, you locked your arms around his neck, using his wide shoulders to anchor yourself while you balanced on one leg. His hair came loose, dark curls tumbling out of his ponytail, and your fingers tugged at the thick strands at his nape. Jungkook let out a needy whine, pressing himself against you, and you broke the kiss, moaning his name at the tantalizing sensation.

You’d never been kissed like this before. Every inch of you burned from Jungkook’s touch. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you yearned to let him engulf you until you turned to ash.

Jungkook’s fingers danced along your waist, dipping underneath the band of your pajama pants, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Can I?”

That little voice screamed now, shouting at you to stop, breathe, think for a moment, but you told it to shut the fuck up.

You kissed him again, nose bumping his as you nodded.

With your leg still raised, hooked around his thick thigh, you were open to him. He traced lightly over your folds, swirling the slickness there, letting out a debauched groan at feeling how ready for him you were, so quickly. You bucked against him slightly, urging him on, and he answered your silent entreaty, slipping one long finger inside.

You were so wet that he met no resistance, and you sighed happily as he crooked his digit, stroking you just right.

His mouth roamed, exhaling hot air against your ear before sliding his tongue along the ridge. As he did this, he also slid a second finger inside you.

“Fuck!” you gasped, surprised by the sudden addition. He began to pump his fingers in and out, fucking you fast, and your head dropped, resting on his shoulder, as you started to pant. “Jungkook!”

He simply grunted, licking along your neck, as he continued to thrust his fingers rapidly. The sound of his filthy ministrations filled the room, a lewd squelching joined by soft whispers as he nuzzled his nose into your ear and murmured quiet words of praise, like an invocation. His palm ground against your clit, and you jolted, overwhelmed, letting out a cry as you came.

Your orgasm hit you so unexpectedly, so powerfully, that you thrashed, twisting in Jungkook’s grip, and your leg fell from around his waist. Your phone was jostled from your pocket and hit the ground, landing face up. Jungkook removed his fingers, releasing you from his hold, and as you bent to retrieve your phone, you saw you had a missed message from earlier:

Seokjin (7:27): Feeling ok today? I have a surefire hangover cure if you need it

Jin, being sweet and checking up on you. Jin, the man you went on a date with last night. Jin, whom you’d invited up last night, who would maybe be knuckle deep inside you right now instead of Jungkook if you hadn’t been so drunk.

Fuck. Guilt came roaring back, driving your euphoric bliss away and settling in the pit of your stomach again.

What the fuck were you doing?

You hurriedly stuffed your phone back into your pocket as you straightened up.

Jungkook was breathing heavily, eyes darkened, that intense look on his face once again making you shiver. As you watched, he brought his tattooed hand to his lips and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling to collect every drop.

“Hmm. As sweet as I imagined.”

Jesus Christ. You had to get out of there.

If you didn’t leave right now, you were definitely going to fuck him, and as amazing as you were sure that would be, it wouldn’t help your befuddled brain at all.

“Jungkook, I - “

“I just wish we had more time.” He glanced at his watch. “Shit. I’m later than I thought.”

There was your out.

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I should leave,” you blurted, reaching for the door.

“Whoa!”

His fingers wrapped around your wrist, gently prying it off the doorknob, pulling you back to face him. He looked abashed. “I’m not trying to kick you out. You know that, right?”

He seemed genuinely worried that you thought he was trying to get rid of you. Goddamn it, why did he have to be so sweet?

“I know,” you nodded.

“Okay. We’ll just… have to finish this another time.”

There was that cute little bunny smile that you loved so much. The transformation was astounding. How the hell could he fingerfuck you like that and then turn into this shy guy again?

“Another time,” you chirped, trying desperately to escape. You needed space. You needed to think.

You needed to figure out what the hell you were doing.

“Promise?” he implored, hand grasping your chin gently so your gaze met his.

His wide eyes would be the death of you.

“Promise,” you breathed.

You weren’t sure if that was a lie or not.

Jungkook leaned in and brushed his mouth against yours. “See you around, neighbor,” he exhaled softly, a ghost of a smirk dancing across his lips.

It took all your strength to peel yourself off the door and leave.

Collapsing onto your couch, you whipped out your phone.

(7:47): 🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘

(7:47): NEED HELP

Bestie 😇 (7:49): What’s going on???

You quickly sent her a video chat request.

Jennie’s face popped onto your screen, alarm etched onto her pretty features. “What is going on?” she squeaked. “You NEVER want to be on video!”

“Jennieeeeee,” you wailed, propping your phone on your table so she could see your face while you laid on your side, looking as pathetic as you felt. “I’m in pain, and I don’t know what to do!”

You quickly filled her in on your date at Dionysus, leaving nothing out. At least, nothing that you remembered - there were still some slight gaps left that all that booze had erased. But you felt sure that you recalled all the important moments now.

Jennie didn’t interrupt, but her face went on an incredible journey as she listened, from surprised at Jungkook’s appearance, to elated at Jin’s charm, to absolutely appalled at Jungkook’s comments, and ending with bubbly giggles at Jin’s goodbye.

“Okay, wow, no wonder you are hurting today!” Jennie cackled once you’d paused to take a breath. “You know wine is not your friend!”

“That’s not the source of my pain, and that’s not the end of my night, Jennie,” you informed her dryly.

“But you said Jin went home? It sounds to me like you had an amazing time, minus the vulgar interruption from your neighbor. I can’t believe he said those things to you!”

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it either. That’s why I confronted him.”

Jennie’s eyebrows shot up. “You? Miss I Don’t Do Confrontation? Aren’t you the one who once hated their lazy lab partner so much that, rather than just call them on their refusal to help, you dropped the entire biology course?!”

You rolled your eyes. “There’s no need to rehash that incident again, but I would like to remind you that I changed my major right after that, so I didn’t even need that class after all.” This was the problem with a best friend who remembered everything: she remembered everything. “But look - I was incredibly drunk! Thanks to all that wine, my anger managed to override my natural instincts, including my tendency to avoid, um, everything.”

“Fine. So what happened?”

“I banged on Jungkook’s door and demanded that he let me in. I accused him of playing games and asked him what his deal was.” You winced. “I think I even called him Bambi to his face.”

“What did he say??”

“Well, he didn’t really respond, because I kept getting distracted. I mentioned I was super drunk, right?” You sighed. “He’s an artist, Jennie. He had this painting of a cherry blossom tree… it was so lovely. I wish I had a photo of it that I could send to you, because I can’t describe his talent with words.”

Jennie tipped her head, considering. “So you didn’t get any answers from him because you got distracted by a painting?”

You made a face. “Um, no, it wasn’t just the painting. It was also… his face. I got sidetracked by how handsome he is.”

“You what?”

“I got distracted by his gorgeous fucking face and he ended up walking me back to my apartment and put me to bed, because, once again, I cannot stress just how fucking drunk I was!”

Jennie cracked up so loudly that you heard a voice in the background drone, “What is so funny?” A handsome face appeared over her shoulder, cat-like eyes blinking languidly.

“Hey Yoongi,” you waved.

“Hey,” Yoongi replied. “Nice shirt.” Then he drifted away.

“Man of few words, as always,” you commented.

“Yeah, I’m a lucky gal,” Jennie grinned. “Anyway, let me see if I’m following this correctly. You went over to yell at Jungkook for being a jerk at Dionysus and ended up, what - swooning over his cute little doe eyes? And instead of him defending himself or fighting back, he took care of you? And now you’re upset about it?” The camera angle suddenly tilted as she mirrored your pose, lying on her bed. “Babe, I bet that’s guilt. Remember how you felt any time we fought? You were always the first to apologize.”

She knew you way too well.

“I did feel guilty when I woke up this morning. Or this evening, actually. I slept most of the day away because, again, drunk. But, uh, that’s not what has me freaking out right now.”

“Oh my god, you are killing me with this story. Then what is it??”

You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes, huffing the words out in one big whoosh. “I went over there a few minutes ago to apologize and Jungkook told me not to, because he was jealous of Jin and said he wanted me to worship me and then he kissed me and pushed me up against his door and fingerbanged me into the most intense orgasm I’ve had in months.”

Silence. You cracked an eye open. Jennie’s image was frozen.

“Oh shit, Jennie, I think you’re frozen. Let me call you ba- ”

“He WHAT?!”

Jennie’s mouth was a perfect O as she stared at you, and you covered your face with your hands.

“He fingerfucked me. Oh my god, Jennie, it was so good, he got me off so fast. Like embarrassingly fast, I went from dry to dripping in nanoseconds, and I nearly climbed him right then and there but he had to get to work. So I ran back here and called you, because while Jungkook was fingering me, Jin was texting me.”

“Oh my god, babe, your neighbor is a goddamn demon.” Jennie shrieked, dropping out of frame as she rolled with laughter. She reappeared after a few seconds, wiping her eyes. “You mean to tell me that not only did he not apologize for saying those vile things to you while you were on a date, not only did he reject your apology, but he then seduced you? Wow.”

“It’s not funny,” you insisted weakly.

“Sorry, but it kind of is. God, I wish Jisoo were here. She’d be dying, too.”

“Sure, let’s all laugh at my pain.”

Jennie ignored your melodramatic whining. “Honestly, after experiencing him in motion at Paradise, and then hearing your shower story, and now this, I’m convinced Bambi might be an incubus in disguise or something.”

You sighed. “Anyway, you’re not quite right. I mean, Jungkook did apologize - did I not mention that? Oh!” You jumped up, grabbed your phone, and ran to your bedroom. “I do have some of his art that I can show you.”

“Wait, why are we back to talking about art?”

“Hold on, just check this out.” You held the sketch up, giving her a few minutes to examine it.

“Oh, wow. He really captured you so well.” Jennie's voice softened as she studied the drawing.

“He took some artistic liberties.”

Jennie glared. “You’re beautiful, and I won’t hear otherwise. You have the proof right there!” She paused. “Not to mention you have two hot as fuck men fighting over you. Jungkook really said he was jealous?”

“Yeah.” You bit your lip, putting the sketch down and laid down on your bed. “So he apologized, and admitted jealousy, and… and I don’t know what to think now.”

“He said he wanted you, right?”

“To worship me,” you corrected her. “He wanted to worship me.”

“What the hell does that mean? Like, he wants to fuck you? How long does this “worship” last - one night?”

“I don’t know,” you repeated, shrugging. “I’m not sure if he’s just out to fuck me. He seemed pretty sweet after he got me off. Like, I tried to rush out of there, but he stopped me. He wanted me to promise we’d continue... whatever that was.”

“He made you promise?”

“Yeah.”

"Hmmm." Jennie frowned. “Why were you running out of there?”

“Uh, because I saw Jin’s text, and I needed to think. Being around Jungkook… it’s hard to think straight.” “Oh, I am aware. My brain is still a little scrambled from my lapdance!” Jennie smirked. “But what did Jin want? Was he asking you out again?”

“He was checking up on me. He wanted to know how I’m feeling today.”

“That’s because Jin is a total sweetheart! He’d be so good for you.”

“I know.”

“Look, I know I’m biased, but I really think Jin is the better man here. There’s no head games with him. He’s not swanning around half-naked to tease you, or whispering wild words in your ear. He’s honest and upfront. Safe. Everything you could want from a partner!”

Her words weren’t anything you hadn’t already considered. You knew that Jin was a dream come true for someone looking for the perfect partner.

Was that someone still you?

Because even if you were still a little hazy on bits of last night, you couldn’t recall Jin ever making your pulse race the way Jungkook did. And until Jungkook had touched you, had made you fall apart the way he did, you hadn’t let yourself think for one second that you could have him.

So what did you want - the perfect partner or the burning flame?

Your head was starting to ache again.

“Are you still with me, babe, or did you freeze?”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m here. Just thinking.”

“Oh, that’s what that sound was. The gears turning.” “Ha,” you intoned lifelessly.

“I’m sorry. I’m not sure I’ve done much to help you here.”

“No, you have. Just talking it out helps.”

She hummed. “So, what are you going to do now?”

“I guess I should text Jin back, to start.”

"And what about Jungkook?"

You exhaled noisily. "I don’t know."

"I just don't want to see you get hurt."

You knew that. Jennie only wanted to see you happy.

Jungkook's face hung in your mind, the way he'd looked at you when you'd made your promise. Your gut told you he was being sincere in that moment.

But your gut had been wrong before. And your heart had paid the price.

"I know. I’ll figure it out.”

You must’ve sounded more confident than you felt, because Jennie believed you. After hanging up, you stared at the drawing on your nightstand until you drifted off to sleep.

You dreamt of dark eyes and lithe fingers, and a voice whispering “Please let me.”

Sunday morning, you were resolved.

You called Jin.

He answered by calling out your name in delight. “To what do I owe this early morning pleasure?”

You’d slept straight through the night and woken up early (for you) for once, around eight. After lying in bed for a while, again pouring over the events of the previous two evenings, obsessing over every word, every action, you came to a decision.

You needed to give Jin a fair shot.

Too much of your date was a drunken blur. And though last night, you’d believed that Jin couldn’t drive you wild the way Jungkook could, the truth was, he really hadn’t had the chance yet.

So who were you to deny a devastatingly handsome man the opportunity to knock your socks off?

(Only if he wanted to, of course. Sock knocking had to be consensual.)

“Hey, Jin. I wanted to know if you were free today?”

It turned out Jin had plans in your part of town (a dinner meeting - you idly wondered if there was ever day when he didn’t have a meeting scheduled), so he agreed to come over and watch a movie in the afternoon - with the caveat that you let him make you his famous peanut butter caramel popcorn in exchange for hosting the date. Like you were going to argue with a professional chef offering to cook for you.

That’s how you found yourself sitting at your dining table, watching with glee as Jin took over your kitchen. He bustled around the tiny space, tall frame stooping as he dug around for cookware and utensils, with a helpful point or two from you.

“This seems insanely complicated for popcorn,” you remarked, eyeing all of the ingredients as Jin pulled them out of his shopping bag. Given how your cabinets were typically barren, he’d had to pick up all the necessities on his way over.

“It’s not so bad,” he replied. “You just cook the popcorn on the stovetop, then prepare the caramel peanut butter sauce, then combine the two and bake for an hour. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” “Couldn’t you use microwave popcorn and save yourself some time and effort?”

Jin looked affronted. “Microwave popcorn? Excuse me?”

You giggled. “Or what if you just got that caramel sauce they sell at stores - the stuff for ice cream sundaes - and poured that over the microwave popcorn? Instead of mixing all that - what is that, brown sugar and butter and whatever else you’ve got there?”

“One more terrible suggestion and I’m banishing you from the kitchen.”

“Sorry, chef.”

Jin took his eye off of the popping corn for a second to peer at you, eyebrow raised suggestively. “All right, you can stay if you keep calling me ‘chef.”

“Yes, chef. I’ll be good, chef,” you purred sweetly.

Noting the way his back straightened in response to your words, you filed that info away for later.

Jin appeared to be treating you to a private performance of his cooking series, telling stories, cracking jokes, and even giving you a brief explainer on the science behind caramelization. You were rapt, hanging on every word, mesmerized by how effortless he made it look. No wonder he was so in-demand - he put on a good show.

Your front row seat also allowed you to admire his beauty up close. Sure, he’d been just as handsome last night, but you were viewing him through a sober lens now, which meant you could appreciate him better. Wavy brown hair hung loosely in his face, skimming dark brows that moved animatedly when he spoke. His warm brown eyes sparkled when he glanced at you, crinkling merrily when he guffawed at his own jokes, and you kept catching yourself staring at his dazzling smile.

Jisoo was absolutely going to die of jealousy when you filled her in later.

Jin insisted on doing the dishes after the popcorn went into the oven, and again, you weren’t going to tell him ‘no.’

“So, is this how you got into cooking? Making elaborate snacks for your friends?”

“Nope. I started cooking solely to charm women.” He winked as he dried his hands, grabbing an oven mitt to check on the popcorn.

“Ah. And how is that going?”

He opened the oven door, waving his hand to waft the mouth-watering scent of salty sweet caramel towards you. “You tell me.” You were practically drooling. “So far, so good.”

The movie you’d chosen was a recent romcom Jennie had raved about. Jin had struck you as the type of guy to enjoy a silly romance flick. Your hunch was correct. His delightful honk of a laugh filled your apartment as the afternoon flew by.

Hanging out with Jin was so easy. You felt completely relaxed, sitting next to him on your couch, giggling at his reactions more than at the movie itself. He was an active spectator, cackling and gasping and shouting at the two leads as they blundered their way through an increasingly ridiculous series of obstacles meant to keep them apart until the final scene, when they declared their love.

“Ah, that was great!” Jin exclaimed as the credits rolled. He propped his elbow on the back of the couch, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at you. “You know, I was a little worried for a while there that they wouldn’t end up together.”

“Really?”

Jin snorted. “No, of course not! Films like this always end the same way, with a dramatic confession of love. They’re so predictable.”

You laughed, devouring a handful of popcorn. Jin’s hard work had paid off deliciously. “But that’s the beauty of these movies! You know exactly where they’re heading. There’s always a happy ending.” You sighed. “If only life were like that.”

Jin tossed some popcorn into the air, catching it in his mouth. “Would you really want your life to be like that? Predictable?” He chucked another piece and you giggled as it bounced off his nose.

“If it means I’ll end up living happily ever after?” You shrugged. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

“I don’t know,” he mused. “Surprises can be nice. Chance encounters, unexpected pleasures - these are the things that make life worth living, to me. I get to travel because of what I do, and meet so many people, experience different cultures, discover new food - my life is an adventure and I never know where it will take me next.” He grinned. “I don’t know where I’ll end up all the time, but I’m still happy, because I enjoy the journey along the way.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” you trailed off as Jin laughed.

He made it sound so thrilling, living without knowing where the moment would take him. Your whole life was about knowing the next move, trying to plan everything out to reach the predicted outcome. The desired result.

Maybe you should try embracing the unknown. Pursue your own unanticipated delights.

Jungkook’s wicked smirk flashed through your mind. You pushed him aside.

“Tell me more about these unexpected pleasures,” you said, tucking your legs under you as you faced Jin on the couch. Time to make your move.

Jin’s eyebrow quirked as he regarded you, disappearing under his bangs. “I could tell you, or I could show you,” he suggested, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh.

You couldn’t help but burst into giggles.

Jin looked slightly shocked at your reaction. “What? Too much?”

“No, no, that was perfect,” you smiled. “You just sounded exactly like the guy from the movie for a minute.”

“Ah. It wasn’t the most original line, I admit.”

“You don’t need any lines,” you informed him, sliding closer. Cheesy romcom delivery or not, he was still cute, and you still wanted to know what those lips would feel like on yours.

“I don’t?” He thumb caressed your leg as he peered down at you.

You shook your head, tilting your face up. Jin took the hint, his other hand cupping the back of your head gently as he pulled you closer -

“PAY ME WHAT YOU OWE ME!”

Another giggle fit overtook you, and you laughed against Jin’s lips. He leaned away, fumbling in his pocket for his phone, trying desperately to silence his ringtone.

“I’m sorry, but was that ‘Bitch Better Have My Money?’'' you asked between giggles.

Jin nodded, face turning red. “Yeah. That’s my manager’s ringtone.” He glanced at his screen. “Damn, it’s almost 6. He’s probably calling to see if I’m on my way.”

The moment had passed, so you stood, stretching. “Thanks for cooking for me. Are you sure you don’t want to take any of the stuff you bought?”

“Nah, you can keep it. In case you want to try making the popcorn yourself.”

You doubted you’d put in the effort, but you thanked him anyway.

The two of you shuffled towards the door. Jin propped himself against the door frame and peered down at you. “Maybe next time, instead of a snack, I can cook you dinner? At my place?” He grinned. “It’s a lot more impressive if I make a whole meal.”

“You still think you need to impress me?”

He shrugged. “I’d like to try, anyway.”

“I guess I shouldn’t argue with that,” you remarked drolly, and Jin chuckled.

He towered over you, a warm smile on his lips. Here was your chance again. Surging up onto your toes, you tugged lightly at his shirt, yanking him down into a kiss.

No phone calls interrupted you this time. There was only you and Jin, his arms wrapping around your waist as your hands came to rest on his broad chest. His kiss was slow and sure, warmth spreading throughout you as his mouth gently caressed yours.

Not a blazing fire, but a smouldering flame.

Knowing that Jin needed to go, you pulled away, settling back on your heels as you smiled up at him.

A rattling to your left startled you. You and Jin weren’t alone.

Jungkook stood frozen at his door, keys dangling from the lock, as he watched the two of you with wide eyes.

A hush settled over the hallway.

There was that desperate urge again to fill the silence as Jungkook gazed at you, his expression unwavering. Rushing to speak, you stuttered a hello, but he quickly turned away, disappearing into his apartment, leaving you staring at the spot where he'd been.

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can you do one where the reader has been a brat allday bakougu has had enough and punishes her please<3

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Warning: NSFW 18+ Content. BDSM themes/lifestyle, dominant and submissive relationship, brat taming, punishment, choking, slapping, crying, cursing, anger, scolding, heavy degrading, voyeurism, public humiliation, spanking with belt, oral (male receiving), etc.

A/N: anon, you have no idea what you have unleashed 😮‍💨 I hope you enjoyed. It’s not my best work, but I’m okay with that.

Words: 1.2K

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“Brat.”

Katsuki growled under his breath sending chills dancing down your spine. That little tantrum of yours was not your smartest move. Especially since you have been misbehaving since you opened your pretty irises.

Katsuki decided to spoil you with a day out doing whatever you wanted. No distractions, no worrying about his agency, just his focus on you. He knows he has been very busy with his career and not able to spend time with you like he prefers. So, that’s how he ended up with you in the mall, going into every store he did not care about, but it was worth it to see you smile. Also, a thank you for putting up with him like you do.

Unfortunately, when you lack attention and are not able to receive what you want, you act out. It does not matter if it was in Katsuki’s control or not, you wanted your way. Numerous pouts, rude comments, and overall, childish behavior has run Katsuki’s patience thin.

You attempted to run when hearing the tone of his voice, but Katsuki is the number two pro-hero for a reason. Lightning speed that you could not even dare to match. Now, a large calloused hand is wrapped around your neck, placing you on your knees with no cares who is around to witness you being disciplined. You are being forced to meet his furious gaze, crimson orbs filled with flames.

Your trembling lip amused Katsuki along with your tear filled pleas. “K-Katsuki, I’m sorry.” You sniveled, not even allowing him to lecture you. Truth is, Katsuki did not need to. Just the glare he held spilled into your soul, regret seeping into your heart.

“Save your half-ass apologies. It’s too late for that.” Katsuki scolds, his grip remaining tight around your throat. Your freshly manicured nails digging into his flesh was useless.

You are not escaping Katsuki.

“You must have forgotten who the hell you belong to. I don’t know what has gotten into you today, but I’m fuckin’ sick of it. I don’t want to hear you bitch about another thing. We are going straight home and the only thing you’re going to receive is a Goddamn punishment.”

You opened your mouth to protest, your defiance written all over your features, but that was met with a warning slap to your cheek. “Are ya deaf? Or are you just so fuckin’selfish you did not listen to a damn thing I said?”

Bringing you to your feet, Katsuki gave a warning slap to your ass, pointing towards the exit of the expensive store you are in. “Get to my car before I decide to punish your pretty ass in front of the paparazzi outside.”

Fear arose in your chest, knowing that your significant other is serious with his threat. Katsuki is not one to give empty threats. You know that all too well.

Rushing to the parking garage that held his expensive car, Katsuki is quick behind you, the feeling of horror you climbed into the passenger seat once Katsuki unlocked the door. You could not get into the car fast enough because the last thing you wanted was for Katsuki to change his mind.

Buckling your seatbelt, you kept your gaze out the tinted window because you cannot even look at the angry man sitting beside you. Your bratty composure will crumble if you meet his glare. It is all fun and games until the time comes where Katsuki meets his breaking point and by the smoke releasing from his sizzling palms, you are in for it.

Home arrived sooner rather than later. Your limbs trembled and your teeth chattered. Katsuki did not even have to speak for you to know what to do. As soon as you reach that front door, you are marching up those stairs to the bedroom you shared.

Any article of clothing you removed before Katsuki met you there. You were hoping that was one way to get on his good side.

Hearing the heavy footsteps, your heart began to race. You clenched onto the comforter below for some sort of comfort and stabilization. Though, when the door flies open, the rush of cold air practically makes you lose balance.

Katsuki’s eyes scan your naked body, attempting to contain himself. He wanted to devour every inch of you, add more bite marks to claim his territory, and make you scream his name until your voice gave out. Still, with age, Katsuki learned some patience.

Walking over to you, Katsuki held your pouty face in the palm of his thick, warm, calloused hand. “Where’s all that mouth on ya now, brat?” Katsuki questioned, arching a golden brow. “C’mon, show me. I know you want me to stuff your pretty little face with my cum.”

Your eyes lit up at the gesture, hoping it will be soon fulfilled. You knew better than to get your hopes up, though. Katsuki is a tease and no bad behavior will go without proper consequences.

Your pupils lingered to his other hand, seeing his belt folded within it. You gulped, quickly meeting his crimson gaze.

“Ha, scared now? How pathetic.”

You are quickly repositioned on the bed by Katsuki, your pretty bare ass up in the air for his viewing. Your knees trembling beneath you made it hard to stay balanced, but, unfortunately, Katsuki did not care.

Teasing you with the black leather grazing your bottom, a hard slap is soon to follow. A harsh cry flew from your lips, tears brimming your beautiful eyes. You just had to look back at him, pleading for some kind of mercy only to be met with zero sympathy.

“Get to countin’,” another harsh slap, “y’know better.”

“T-Two. T-Thank you, Katsuki.” You mumbled, grasping onto the bedsheets for dear life.

Two turned to three, then four, and five, but by the eighth one, you are sobbing hysterically. You can’t even produce a coherent sentence. That was enough to capture Katsuki’s attention. “Oi,” he rubbed your throbbing ass with his large palm, “quitin’ on me already?”

Translation: are you okay?

Katsuki isn’t a monster. Far from it, actually, because he may be rough around the edges, he still loves you and a good dom puts his sub’s needs into consideration. Even when he is angry with them.

When you couldn’t even speak, Katsuki sighed and sat on the bed. Cradling you into his arms, he allowed you to whimper out apologies while he rubbed soothing circles into your bum and back. “I-I’m sorry, ‘Suki.”

Katsuki wiped some tears from your face, cleaning up the mess he made of you. Your devastation brought his sadistic side joy. Your mascara running down your face while you blubber apologies and beg for mercy; it excited him.

“Prove it.” Katsuki hungrily demands, his cock not being able to withstand being away from you much longer. He needed you like you needed him.

Led down to your knees with ease, Katsuki leaned back as you serviced him. You are not fast at much, but unzipping his pants and releasing his erection from its captivity is one thing you have lightening speed for.

You give his cock a teasing swipe of the tongue before pleading the tip with swirls. Saliva danced down his shaft until it reached his balls. No matter how many times you have taken Katsuki’s cock in any of your holes, you still will never be able to fully adjust to his girth and length. Katsuki is far from small.

You both know this.

“C’mon, brat. It ain’t going to suck itself.” Katsuki impatiently grumbles while you remain teasing the tip of his cock.

Just like the brat you are.

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