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[storyslurper]

I’m a weak woman. I would have took him back the second I busted.

WANT U ft. samuel seo | 🔞

summary: you finally call it quits for real after realizing your relationship with samuel was too turbulent to handle in the long run. but even after breaking up, it seems like you don't want to completely remove him from your life.

cw: samuel x fem bodied!reader | SMUT | cautious dubcon warning because reader and sammy have both been drinking | tiny crumb of plot | established relationship | toxic relationship dynamics | angsty | poor coping mechanisms | public sex (in an alley lmfao) | p in v | creampie | all characters featured are 18+

wc: 3.2k

an: killing two birds with one stone. part two of my silly little song fic series. i forgot when it was requested tbh but i had an anon who wanted a scenario that included reader being pressed against a wall aka 壁ドン lol i hope you don't mind i picked samuel over gun- anywho here's the playlist that goes with this series.

"Been waiting for so long to finally be strong but here you are."

It had been several months since the two of you split yet Samuel was sending you texts every so often to see what you were up to; almost as if he was checking to see if the heart he broke was still shattered on the floor where he left it. 

The peak low point of your breakup was when he would drunk text and call you every weekend, insisting that he regrets his actions. Unsure if he meant it or if he was just talking out of his ass, you still gave him the time of day because you were just as fucked in the head as Samuel; you honestly liked the idea of him missing you and begging you for clemency even though you knew you wouldn’t take him back. 

All of the vehement screaming matches. Fits of jealousy from both of you. Playing the blame game. Giving each other the cold shoulder rather than apologizing. And the worst part of it all was that the two of you could never see eye to eye long enough to be able to work through these trivial things. Every single petty argument just had to turn into an exchange of obscenities and questioning the other’s intelligence. Though the relationship was highly volatile, there was a mutual understanding that you both cared about one another and held some deep rooted insecurities; but that excuse wouldn’t cut it if you two were to be together for the long run. 

As much as you wanted things to work out, you couldn’t beg Samuel to change. You were too busy trying to sort out your own emotional baggage; the last thing you wanted to do was try to get someone else to realize the error in their ways if they wouldn’t even listen to you or always remained taciturn during conversations and made you feel like you were talking to yourself. 

Desultory attempts at dating around later on and trying to take your mind off of Samuel prove to be futile as you find yourself feeling more hollow than usual. Perhaps you weren’t as healed as you thought; craving the emotional intensity Samuel pursued you with from the start couldn’t have possibly been healthy. 

Even with all the stupid fights you got into, he never failed to make you feel wanted. And on top of that, the make up sex was good enough to make you forget why you argued in the first place.  

“Isn’t that your ex?” Your friend whispers to you while your little clique was out at a tiny little pub, enjoying some soju and various drinking foods. 

“The joke was funny the first couple times, but it’s getting old now.” You say dismissively with a small laugh— but you find your bleary eyes darting around anyway— to verify whether or not she was taking advantage of the fact you were drunk and trying to mess with your head.

But lo and behold, you spot him at a table by himself. It was inevitable that you would run into him at least once given how small the city seemed sometimes. What’s more surprising is how he doesn’t have any company to share the gold colored tin kettle presumably filled with makgeolli and the few bottles of soju in front of him. 

You recognize the sullen expression he wears on his face as the look of contemplation. Conflicting emotions start to argue for a spot in your mind. One part of you was pleased to see him looking so miserable; the other feeling the urge to comfort him since enough time had passed for you to forget you said you hated him. 

Though you know very well that if you approached him now, there was a fifty-fifty chance of you getting into an argument with him; you can’t help yourself when you abandon the table you sat at with your friends to fill the empty seat across from Samuel. You had consumed enough alcohol to be able to dismiss this as a drunken mistake; but you know exactly what you’re doing.

“Sammy, you shouldn’t be drinking like this by yourself.” You call to him, your tone coming out more affectionate than you intended. But, oh well—you could blame it on the alcohol if he called you out for it. 

Lifting his eyes to look at you sitting before him, his face doesn’t light up the same way it used to whenever you would speak to him. Right after your breakup, he always appeared just fine when he showed up to your doorstep drunk out of his mind. It seemed that now, the realization that things were actually over had kicked in and drained all life from his face.  

“It’s not your place to be concerned about what I’m up to.” He tells you somberly, averting his gaze to the half empty bowl of makgeolli in front of him and reaching for the kettle to refill it. 

“You used to be really adamant about trying to talk to me. I’m giving you the chance now and you’re gonna be cold to me?” You ask, feigning offense and pouting slightly. 

“It’s loud as hell in here. If you wanna talk, we can talk somewhere else.” Samuel replies, swiftly standing up from the metal chair then making his way over to your side of the table to grab you by the arm; lifting you up from your seat and dragging you off to who knows where. Stumbling haphazardly behind him, you find yourself outside in the dimly lit alley between the pub and the business next to it. 

“Why are you talking to me now? Could you sense that things were going to shit for me or something?” The sharpness in Samuel’s voice alone was enough to make you flinch. 

When paired with him glaring at you as he backs you up against the  wall, caging you in his arms, it has your body instinctively shrinking from how intimidating his demeanor is. But you’re not actually scared of him. Not in the least bit. His tall height and all that ink covered muscle means nothing to you when you know how frail his ego is. If you really wanted to, you could devastate him with just a couple words. 

“Oh, so you can bug me for months on end when I’m trying to get over you but I can’t return the favor?” You scoff with a slight roll of your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “I just happened to see you tonight and wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

“Weren’t you the one who said you hated me and wished I got launched off into space?” He retorts with a dry laugh. “You’re so—”

“I know what I said and I meant it in that moment. Now, things are a little different because I’ve calmed down.” You cut him off, knowing very well that it was one of his pet peeves. 

Jaw clenching in frustration from how easily you get under his skin, Samuel bangs his fist against the wall behind you to relieve some of the agitation boiling up within him. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears from how agitated he was getting. If you had been someone else, you would have gotten a full ashtray to the face or a swift kick in the gut. However, as the soft spot he had for you hadn’t completely faded away, he can’t bring himself to tell you off for the minor infraction. Even with him knowing that you interrupted him on purpose. 

“What are you trying to accomplish right now? Pissing me off? Making up with me? What do you want?” Samuel fires off, voice rough and impatient as he stares at you; his eyes trailing from your face down the familiar silhouette of your body. 

“If you look at me like that, you’re gonna make me think about other things.” You tell him, a stupefied giggle falling past your lips while you gaze up suggestively at him. 

Samuel’s eyes shoot right back up to look at your face, the ditzy smile on your face telling him all that he needs to know about where your head is. Hands slipping from the walls, they land on your shoulders to press you firmly against the structure behind you.

“Yeah? Have you been thinking about how no one is gonna be able to fuck you like I can?” He asks, voice dropping to a whisper as he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Because I think that’s the only reason why you would speak to me again.” 

The truth is harsh and it sounds even more brutal when Samuel says it out loud. Knowing you too well, there’s no reason for you to lie to him unless you want to get into a verbal altercation with him and sour your currently elated mood. 

“Please? Just for old time’s sake.” You plead him cutely, batting your lashes at him while your fingers skitter along the hem of his pants. “I haven’t slept with anyone since we broke up.” You confess, knowing that the admission would at least tempt him into giving in.

Mulling over your words for a bit, Samuel’s eyes bore into yours. He’s uncertain. He doesn’t know if he would be able to feel satisfied with just one more night with you. He’s always been easily enticed by you; with the addition of alcohol gently fogging his judgment, that feeling is magnified at least a hundred times. Self restraint is usually something Samuel doesn’t struggle with. But the memory of how wet and warm your body felt around him has his control wavering. 

All it takes to get to him is you making the first move, closing the distance between your faces until he meets you halfway; pressing his lips against yours. Hands crawling up the sides of your neck, Samuel cups your face roughly; the pads of his fingers digging into your cheek. Behind each kiss there’s a shared sense of hunger and perhaps even longing. Soft lips slotted between yours, every suckle and nip makes your body buzz in desire. Remnants of alcohol linger on Samuel’s tongue as the tip slips past your open mouth while you’re moaning wantonly. So drunk on the taste of him, all your inhibitions leave you; not even bothering to double check if your current location was secluded enough for you to be carelessly reaching under your skirt to slip off your panties. It's a muscle memory thing for you when you sneakily tuck the flimsy fabric into Samuel’s pocket. 

His hands trail down your figure slowly as if trying to get familiar with every dip and curve—but Samuel knew himself well enough to know that you made yourself a permanent home in his memories. As his palm smoothes over the slope of your ass, the absence of a pantyline beneath the thin material of your skirt causes him to pull away from you. Looking at you curiously, he’s met by a cheeky grin as your smaller hand guides him under your clothes to feel the pent up sexual frustration that’s spilling out of you now. With how obscenely wet you are, Samuel feels barely any resistance when he dips two of his fingers into your heat. Feeling just how riled up you’ve gotten just from kissing devours the last morsel of patience Samuel has before he’s hastily undoing his pants and lowering them just enough to pull his cock out, eliminating the remaining space between your bodies and swiping the tip along your folds.

“You missed this, didn’t you?” He taunts, tapping the head of his cock against your swollen clit. “You wanted me so bad that you’re letting me fuck you in this dingey alley.” He laughs mockingly, eliciting a small mewl from you as you buck your hips up against his.  

“Don’t tease…” You murmur softly, sneaking a glance at him out of fear you would fall for him all over again. Bracing yourself for what was to come, you loop your arms around his neck, gazing between your bodies as you’re entranced by the sight of your arousal thoroughly coating him.

Muttering something under his breath that goes unheard by you due to the sound of your heart thudding against your chest, Samuel’s hands latch on to your thighs; wrapping them around his hips before he pushes forward into you. Chest tightening, he grits his teeth as the tip of his cock dips past your tight entrance; the unforgettable warmth consuming him and filling him with the sense of being home. The sudden intrusion has you gasping in surprise, but the pain laced pleasure is so intoxicating, you find yourself trying to take more of his length inside of your needy little hole. Even as tears well up in your eyes, clinging to your eyelashes, it doesn’t stop the shaky plead to be fucked from tumbling past your lips. 

No build up. No more condescending comments. Samuel wastes no time thrusting into you animalistically, his full balls slapping against your ass. At this point, the only thing he has in mind is releasing months of frustration on to you as he continues to fuck you with the intention of making you regret breaking up with him. Head falling back with a slew of vulgarities, your wet walls clamp around his size; your cunt refusing to relinquish its vice grip on him. It only fuels him to go harder, grunting as he ruts into you so harshly that you have to cling on to him and lock your ankles around his lower back out of fear of losing connection. 

Some semblance of coherence slips back into your system when you feel the bumpy texture of the wall starting to make your back ache and you try to keep your noises to a minimum. But nevermind the discomfort of the rough surface of the wall beneath you rubbing up against you. It hurts more to know that Samuel wouldn’t be going home with you after this. All you can do for now is bask in the moment; feeling every inch of him filling you up and hitting every good spot just the way you like it.   

“What am I gonna do with you? Why don’t you get that you’re made for me?” Samuel growls into your ear, hips continuing to buck into you aggressively with sharp, precise thrusts into your gummy walls that make your cunt gush more arousal. “So…fucking perfect for me.” He rasps out in a shaky voice, the blunt tips of his nails dig into the meat of your thigh as he continues to slam into you.

It’s not right, but the possessive talk has you squeezing around him. Your guts twisting in excitement as his thick length works your sopping pussy, thrusting into you at spine-breaking pace. Whimpering from how hard he was squeezing your thigh, you could feel his fingertips leaving their marks on your skin. 

“P—please, don’t stop.” You croak, letting your head fall forward onto Samuel’s shoulder; making the mistake of burying your face into his shirt and getting yourself drunk on the smell of him. Once you realize what you’ve done, you pull away again with a small sniffle. It wasn’t abnormal for tears of pleasure to stream down your face whenever you had sex with Samuel, but in this context, there was a high chance that the tears were provoked by some other emotion. 

“Oh, baby. You should know I don’t plan on stopping until I make this tight little pussy cum all over me.” He tells you, his breath tickling the side of your face before he presses a gentle kiss on your temple that contrasts starkly against the manner his hips move. 

It’s so unbearably hot between your bodies, even under the cool night air. It only contributes to how lightheaded you feel as you feel your climaxing building. Samuel’s eyes happen to glance down below to your point of connection and he sees the white ring of cream you’ve oh so adoringly left around the base of his cock. A wave of satisfaction washes over him upon seeing the mess you’ve made. And he’s even more pleased when he feels your walls pulsing around him, signifying you’re about extremely close to orgasming.

“Look at me.” He commands you sternly, movements unfaltering. When you don’t heed to his demand, he delivers extra rough snaps of his hips into you. “Look. At. Me.” He repeats, each syllable punctuated by the ruthless thrusts. 

Reluctantly meeting his eyes, his expression is softer than the last time you looked at him. Behind all the carnal lust, it’s impossible to miss the affection lingering in his irises and so many different emotions overcome you at once. It feels like there’s a disconnect between your mind and body—your head is scrambling to find out what’s going on while your body is tensing up, euphoria slowly taking over as bright colors decorate the edges of your vision. 

“Ohhh—fuck!” You yelp, feeling an orgasm strong enough to render you brainless ripping through your body. Trembling in his arms and gazing at him like he was your God, the telltale signs of your climax had always made the veins in his cock throb like crazy. 

“See? If you weren’t made for me, how come just looking at me is enough to make you cum?” Samuel murmurs against your mouth, kissing you softly and relishing in the salacious moans you emit between licks across the seam of your lips.

Now able to chase after his high, he searches for it in the deepest part of your pulsating walls. Despite your sensitive pussy trying to hold him in place, he thrusts into you almost violently; his thick size spreading you open and imprinting its shape into the slick walls. As Samuel fucks you through your orgasm, rearranging your insides as he pleases, your mind is long gone and ventured off into space. You may have been brought to orgasm from looking at him, but the sight of you in your post orgasm haze was what brings Samuel to his finish. A guttural groan rumbles in his throat as his thrusts become sloppy and vicious before hot white ropes of his seed paint your insides. Holding himself deep within you, he fills the deepest part of you and your body milks out every last drop eagerly. 

Taking a few silent moments to even out your breathing, the two of you eventually part; your legs unwinding themselves from Samuel’s body before you hastily pull down your skirt and he fixes his pants. The tension between the both of you is so thick, you think you should at least say ‘goodbye’ or something to cut through it but the words get caught in your throat. Seeing that Samuel had already moved to lean on the very wall you were just fucking against and was lighting up a cigarette let you know that he had nothing to say either. 

With how many times you told him you never wanted to speak to him, this should have satiated you; but when you make your way back to the bar to rejoin your friends, the itch to unblock Samuel’s number on your phone starts to nag at you.

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GunXReaderXGoo|| Quick(ish) one-shot

OkOkOk this is suuuper self indulgent, and has also been sitting in my draft for literal months, yes they may be a lil ooc but lisTEN- i needed to do this. No one else will so i shall. anyway it's just some drabble about what these lovely guys might do on a nice day with their shared lover

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"Goo, honey..? Baby, love, sweetheart, darling, gummy bear, ban-"

"Yes. Hello, enough of that." Goo cut you off while rolling his eyes. "You don't have a million cringe nicknames for Gun y'know."

"Sure I do. I don't have to use them though, since he usually answers the first time." you said while motioning for hi to sit next to you on the couch.

"Yeah, sure." he said with a sigh then sitting down.

"Gun is just about ready, he just finished in the shower." to which Goo only hummed in response.

"Did you ever send me those materials?" he asked turning to look at you.

"...What?"

"I need materials to upgrade my shit, I told you this." he said with an annoyed sigh.

"Oh, on that crappy game you made me download, yeah I'm still only level 6." you replied leaning your head back on the couch.

"WHAT?! HOW? You've had the game for like a week! I was level 24 by then!" he practically shrieked making you slightly flinch from his volume.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're a little loser with almost no life, I get it." you retorted with a chuckle.

"Oh shut your trap! You're just mad you can't play a simple phone game!" he said crossing his arms and dramatically leaning back into the couch.

"Are you two done yet? I'd like to get going before the traffic rush." Gun pipped in from the corner of the room smoothing down his silky dress shirt.

"It's not like you're driving... we'd never make it if you did.." Goo said the last part a bit quieter.

"Even if I'm not driving it's still unpleasant to sit in traffic. Even worse, I'll have to listen to you complaining about it." Gun replied while grabbing your jacket and starting to walk over to you.

"Oh c'mon guys, play nice. It's my day, sooo that means you two are the best of friends today." you said firmly while standing and turning around to let Gun put your jacket on you.

Gun held your jacket while you slipped your arms into the sleeves. When he was done he smoothed over the jacket leaving his hands on your waist, you craned your neck to look at his face behind you.

"The very best of friends." he stated stiffly but with a smile on his face.

"For some reason, I find that hard to believe." you said turning slightly to plant a quick peck on his nose. "Well let's get going then, I want to pick up some smocks so I can keep them."

"Smocks? What the hell is that?" Goo asked with a scrunch of his nose.

"Art smocks, y'know. They go over your clothes so you don't ruin them, and I figured you wouldn't want to wear something at least a dozen other people have worn. They reuse their smocks, more cost effective."

"If even a single thread of-"

"Don't worry my little primadonna you won't mess up your fancy clothes. now let's gooooo." you cut him off, dragging out the end of your sentence. Goo only replied with a scoff and a roll of his eyes.

The three of you made your way to the car and you were off. You all agreed to a deal that at least once a month you got to choose something for all of you to do together. With their busy schedules it was the least they could do. Both Gun and Goo knew you valued the little time you got with both of them, but they also knew you wanted to spend time with them together. That's why today you chose to go to a small town you used to visit all the time as a kid, you looked up what the art center was doing today and it just so happened they were having a 3-hour long open painting session. You liked creating things, whether it looked professional or not didn't matter to you, just that you liked it and that it was fun. You were a little nervous with Gun and Goo there, you were hoping they wouldn't start a fight over nothing and then you'd have to awkwardly pack up your canvases and shuffle out of the place as if you didn't know them. Regardless, you were still excited too. You'll get to relive some nostalgia, paint, and spend time with your men, it's the perfect trifecta for a perfect day.

As you were getting closer to the destination you were getting more and more restless, just about ready to jump out of the car and wander around the place until you felt satisfied. You pointed where to go out to Goo, definitely annoying Gun with your frantic pointing and leaning so far into the front you were practically sitting on the center console. Finally, you arrived at the front of the building jumping out of the car before even coming to a full stop. You ran inside and to the front desk to check in, Gun and Goo came in shortly after you. You excitedly babbled on about all the time you spent here as a kid, barely taking a breath between words. It wasn't until Gun put his hand on your back and started to walk to the Courtyard, where the open painting was being held, it was breathtaking. When you were here last there weren't huge willow trees, a peaceful little gazebo, or the bright wildflowers dotting the whole yard.

"-snookums, babygirl, princess, honey bunches of oats?" Goo's voice finally reached your ear.

"Uh-huh, yeah, wait. What?" you turn to him with a confused look.

"THAT is what got your attention? Really? None of the cutesy ones?" he asked with a slightly annoyed tone. "Not even my beloved worked.." he sighed.

"Aww, how sweet~" you cooed while latching onto his arm.

The three of you painted although it was more you and Gun painting while Goo just flopped his brush around the canvas every now and then between bothering you by trying to paint on yours. You all talked about meaningless topics and even cracked a few jokes, Gun too, surprisingly. This went on for about an hour and a half before you were satisfied and starving. You packed up everything and the instructor told you that you could stop by tomorrow to pick up your paintings, that way they could dry over night. Which you were thankful for seeing as you saw no way that Goo would allow wet paint in his car.

After dinner, at yet another overly fancy place, with the two men you all had went back home. Almost immediately as you got inside Gun and Goo started to argue on what movie you'd be watching to which you let out a long over-exaggerated sigh causing them both to stifle their arguing opting instead to take off their shoes and jackets to walk over and sit on opposite sides of the couch in silence while you riffled through all the different DVDs you owned, settling on one of your favorite movies. After you set up the movie, grabbed a blanket, and a bottle of wine and three glasses you sat down between the two of them pouring their glasses and handing them off. You glanced back and forth between the two of them hoping they'd get the hint, which they did as they both scooted closer Gun resting his free hand on your thigh and Goo sliding his arm around your waist. You pressed play on the movie and settled in comfortably between the two, a content sigh leaving your lips.

By the time the movie was done and you were ready to get up and head to bed you realized both of them had already fallen asleep, both clutching onto you in their own right. You slightly adjusted so you were a little more comfortable, only for Gun to mumble for you to go to sleep and pull you into his chest, which made Goo stir and latch onto your waist putting his face to rest on your stomach. You sigh and lean forward as much as you could to give a kiss to the top of Goo's head then laid back to crane your neck and place a kiss on Gun's jawline, not long after drifting off to sleep.

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Random Akitaru Obi HCs

SFW::

I don't think he cares LITERALLY AT ALL about size, skinny, chunky, short, tall. Doesn't matter to him even a little bit.

No one can argue with me on this, but he's a lil dense when it comes to romance, Hinawa had to ask him a series of very targeted questions for him to put the pieces together that you were into him.

When he does realize you have feelings for him he'll act on it pretty quickly, very bluntly asking you out might I add, something like "If you really do like me that way we should go out, do you want to go on a date first?" despite that he'll take the relationship slow if that's what you want.

Good god is this man affectionate. I mean like kisses you any chance he gets, always cooing about how great you are and how he's just soo lucky. Doesn't mind pda at all, yet again, kisses you at the drop of a hat. Will chill out a bit if you're not into it but he can't help himself sometimes.

If you aren't on the fire force he will go out of his way to find you a place nearby or would have you stay with him at company 8.

Love language is for sure physical touch and quality time. He would LOVE if you hang out while he works out, would 100% ask you to sit on his back while he does push-ups. You work out with him? SWOONING. Would be your very own personal trainer. <3

Almost always has one hand on you, either a hand on your back or mindlessly rubbing your thigh with his thumb, expect random and unprompted shoulder massages, and they are the most amazing shoulder massages known to man.

Now when you're in the field he is subconsciously hyper-aware of everything you do and everything around you. If you're unpowered he's already had Vulcan make you custom equipment, if you are powered he's a little less overbearing, but not by much. After every mission, especially if it was more dangerous than usual, he'll keep an iron grip on you for an hour at the very least.

NSFW::

Okay. Hear me out... switch. A little more sub-leaning though.

Can't argue that this man isn't needy, I just know it. He craves your touch and practically whines if you deny him. The sounds he makes? Yummy~

Secretly likes when you don't let him cum, also has a deeply repressed desire to be tied up o///o

It's not that he won't it's that he physically can't degrade you. It'd make him feel bad to say such mean things when you're making him feel so good.

Has sooo much stamina it's a little intimidating, his sex drive isn't really that high but definitely has days where it's all he can think about and not even 5 rounds back to back would have him even a little satisfied.

I'm gonna say it, he's a certified thigh lover. He'll grab onto them leaving fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, he'll kiss, bite anything he can do. Is a little embarrassed at how fast he cums when he fucks them, but will rub his cum into your thighs after.

He is MESSY. Absolutely adores when the two of you are sweaty and sticky after, most of the time will make sure you've cum at least twice before even worrying about himself for 2 reasons. 1. He's very much a giver<3 and 2. Your messy blissed out expression gets him that much more excited.

His favorite position is the mating press so he can feel your thighs convulsing against him, going along with that he also likes when you sit on his face. Will also be genuinely offended if you say you're too heavy or that you're scared you'll hurt him, it'll be like "You think I'm not strong enough to handle it?"

Would only ever agree to share you with Hinawa (mostly because he knows he would say no) BUT if Hinawa did say yes the only rule would be that you can't kiss Hinawa. Obi thinks kisses are supposed to be reserved for your lover.

If either of you are mad at the other he doesn't really like to argue or yell so he'll usually fuck the life out of you and then talk about it afterward since you both are most likely calmed down. Angry sex with him is otherworldy, do what you will with that. And for those of you that love a jealous boyfriend, I'm sorry he's not that guy.

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That’s it. THATS FUCKIN IT. If I can’t find any GunxReaderxGoo I’ll do it my goddamn self. i haVE ONLY FOUND 1 MAYBE 2 IN THE ENTIRE INTERNET. there must not be much demand, but that’s fine because I DEMAND IT. I WILL LIVE OUT MY DREAMS GODDAMN IT.

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Mmm titties

Nobody:

Literally nobody:

PTJ: I'm gonna make characters that their tiddies could feed a whole orphanage

I forgot one character left

He's a little shy but give him some clap for them honkers 🥰

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I need some solid gun x readers

I would fuck the life outta that mfker gun, mhmm yeah id slurp that mans soul uuuup given the chance. Goddamn hes so fucking hot. I could show him some ‘potential’ alright. Fuck, he could slap me dead in the face and i wouldnt even feel the slightest bit of disrespect. This man is soo fine, like please just give me a chance, ill make it a night you wont forget. ill rock your world baby, please call me Gun, i miss you<3