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tojisun · 1 year ago

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!! it’s very silly and unserious and the only reason it’s long is because it’s so vivid in my head. unedited as hell </3

nosy neighbours tf 141 got me giggling. and it’s not even inherently sexy nor attractive, it’s really just them being in people’s (or a person’s) business.

thinking about how, in retirement, they still bought a house together because it’s so odd to have separate lives. and so they bought one in the suburbs, with five bedrooms and four baths, and a really big backyard. kyle picked up gardening so the backyard was not just a plus but a damn requirement.

so they move in, not giving a damn about that one old WASP couple across the street watching them all with a sneer because apparently moving in with your mates is unusual. well, whatever. fuck them.

then they meet their new neighbour. you’re single—divorced, price would tell them later—whose life is centred around your 9 to 5 job at an office in the city which you wake up at 5am for.

you leave the house at 6:30am and then amble back home when it’s pushing 8pm. it’s a boring life; a boring routine. not even your little front lawn of cared-for wild flowers managed to hold their attention longer than a day.

so with that said, they’d like to go on a record and say that it’s all johnny’s fault.

friday evening, he started the game by saying, “she bought a baguette.” he paused. “and a bottle? it's shaped like lube?”

john blinked, setting his book down. “what.”

mactavish shrugged, still peering from the crack in the curtains. kyle walked in then, his apron all dirtied. “hey, i’m craving a baguette.”

johnny laughed and looked at price like price was supposed to get something from that. of course he didn’t, but johnny’s always been good at carrying the momentum so, to no one’s surprise, he repeats the observation three days after the previous one.

“bag’o coal and lemon bread. what the hell.”

“that’s a disgusting dinner combo,” kyle chirps, switching the channels.

simon throws a pillow at him because he had been watching a documentary about moths when kyle changed the program without asking him.

“it’s just monday,” john finally replies, cementing his participation in the game. “why’s she buying lem—did she not grocery shop?”

johnny looks at him, wide-eyed. “that’s a good question, sir.” then he turns, ignoring them again to peer at their neighbour. john’s sure you’re back in your home so he really doesn’t know what johnny’s watching at that point.

simon was successful at wrestling the remote control back to him, and the program’s returned to the moths.

thursday evening, two and a half weeks after monday’s lemon bread and bag of coal, the game picks up again.

“who the hell makes a rug purchase during the weekdays?” kyle asks, his voice teetering between fascination and concern.

“how long’s the rug?” johnny replies, all of them watching as kyle stands in front of that slip of window they now use for ‘bird watching.’

kyle spreads his arms out—2.5 ft.

“huh,” johnny says. “for the toilet, you reckon?”

“probably for the cat, actually,” simon cuts in.

“what cat.” john doesn’t even know who asked that, but really—what cat?

“a round thing,” simon answers. “grey fur.”

“aww,” johnny croons. “that’s cute.”

john sighs and turns back to the morning paper’s crossword puzzle for the day.

you don’t join the neighbourhood’s annual summer barbecue party much to their disappointment. although, in all fairness, john understands your decision because they wouldn’t have gone to it anyway had they not found out that the host this year was going to be that WASP couple who still sneered at them every chance they get.

the wife, of course, couldn’t turn them away in front of the other neighbours who particularly loved kyle and, shockingly, simon so there they are, eating what is begrudgingly some good ribs while listening to the neighbourhood gossip.

and while each story was riveting, nothing could honestly hold a candle to their ‘bird’ and your peculiar grocery runs.

one evening, you come home with a man. john tells them it’s your ex-husband, admitting to them that yes, he’s now used up their once-a-month pass to accessing ‘special’ resources with regards to finding more about you.

“think they’re fuckin’?” johnny asks, no longer feigning disinterest.

kyle groans because it had been more than a minute now since johnny dropped a card from his stack; they tried their best to be patient as they waited, thinking mactavish needed more time since, apparently, he’s never played cards before—growing up as a catholic boy, he’s always been told that any form of gambling was a gateway to eternal damnation.

john didn’t have the heart to tell him that you didn’t have to make bets to be able to play cards.

“maybe,” simon replies, ignoring kyle’s angry grumbling. “why else would she bring him home? her house ain’t really a wonder.”

“…how do you know that?” kyle asks, his words measured and slowed.

simon blinks, then he sniffs, before looking away.

“hey!” mactavish screams, catching on. “we agreed no tampering with anythin’ of ‘ers!”

“yeah? well tell ‘at to cap’n too—he was already there when i broke in.”

johnny turns to him with a theatrical betrayed look. kyle drops his head on the table because the game’s been fully abandoned now.

“sir,” johnny says, his voice airy like he’s speaking mid-gasp. “you didn’t.”

john licks the back of his teeth, then, “jus’ wanted to see ‘er cat, s’all.”

the ex-husband leaves three hours later with a familiar rug tucked to his side.

“huh,” simon murmurs, his voice so faint that john almost missed it. “tulips and tuna today.”

johnny and kyle would’ve loved the update but the two are away for the week.

john messages it to the group chat.

suds (19:21)

> holy shit she’s improving.

oddly enough, it took them six months since they moved in for them to finally talk to you.

or, well, for you to talk to them.

“i’m havin’ a yard sale tomorrow,” you say after the introductions have passed, your lips tugged up in a shy smile.

john honestly couldn’t even remember how he used to envision you—old age caught up to him and for a whole while, you were nothing but a coloured blob in his eyes since they turned out to be more damaged than expected—but whatever that had been was erased the moment you stood before them.

shy and awkward, your back slouched just a little like you’re trying to curl into yourself in the face of their rapt attention, but even then you’re beautiful.

“yeah?” kyle asks, smiling; the first to break out of the trance you put them into. “and would y’need help, pretty miss?”

“oh, you,” you murmur, strained laughter peeling from your lips. “and yeah, i do. would that be alright? i tried moving my old couch downstairs and my back almost gave out. i swear, i thought i was going to see the lord today.”

johnny laughs, loud and booming. “well we’re glad that you didn’t die today, otherwise who would take care of little truffle, huh?”

john barely stopped himself from heaving out a loud sigh, an attempt made more challenging when he caught the way kyle whirled his head to glare at mactavish, the act not any less subtle since it startled you too. simon grumbles something incoherent—it’s lost amidst johnny’s petering laugh and your swelling horror.

“…how, exactly, do you know my cat’s name?”

#suns #task force 141 #cod x reader #task force 141 headcanons #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #simon ghost riley

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aircurtain2023 · 2 years ago

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#air curtain with remote control #high speed air curtain #door air curtain price #air curtain sensor

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ggukgoldensoul · 3 months ago

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travel

pairing; idol!jk x reader

summary; reader has wanted to go to japan since she started watching anime when she was a child… good thing her boyfriend wants to make her happy whatever it takes.

warnings; nothing!!! pure fluff, jk loves so so so so much reader he would d!e for her and k!ll for her, and reader also loves jk so much she would kll for him.

a/n; i have started one piece and my anime root has started again (it never disappeared) i dont know why i didn’t started it earlier, such a good masterpiece!!!

laying on the couch of the living room with the chill air of the air-conditioning wrapping around her like a second skin, the 5 episode of the second season of jujutsu kaisen was playing on the tv, a tray of food next to her. she knew she told jungkook she would wait for him to come back from the agency, but the need to continue the shibuya arc was stronger than any feeling.

the front door opened and jungkook came in, leaving behind his shoes and jacket in the wardrobe. he heard the voice of gojo coming from the tv and froze. she stopped the episode and slowly turned towards him.

“i can explain it” her hands up, trying to protect herself. against what? she didn’t know.

“yah, we were supposed to watch it together” he said while walking to the couch and sat beside her, arms crossed and a pout on his face, clearly annoyed and a little sad. she looked at him and grabbed his arm, shaking it a bit. “jungkook-ah, look at me, please, im sorry” still shaking his arm, jungkook let escape a hmm. “pleaseeeeeee…”

he wasn't going to give in.

sitting on his lap, she took his face in her hands so he was looking at her. they looked into each other's eyes, her doe eyes and pout melted something in him. damn, he couldn't stay mad at her. with a sigh, he hugged her and placed his face on her chest. laughing a bit, she hugged him back. “missed you kook” “missed you too sweetheart”

“would you mind if we start it again? i really want to watch it from the start” he said, excitement filled in his voice. she nodded and was about to sit beside him but jungkook’s arm tightened around her waist, not letting her go, and she was more than happy about it.

jungkook took the control remote and played the first episode. she snuggled into him a little more and he placed a kiss on her cheek.

time passed, night came, they finished the entire second season and then decided to continue with one piece.

“do you know there’s a one piece theme park in japan? i really want to go, and also the jujutsu kaizen theme park and the nintendo one too, and then visit tokyo and buy things there” sighed “maybe one day i'll go.”

he listened to her rambling and noticed the sadness in her voice. he knew her financial situation wasn’t good, sometimes she would cancel their plans not wanting him to pay for everything, but he didn’t mind that a bit. he payed for her things because he wanted to, not because he was bound to it, he really loved to pamper her with love and things he knew would make her happy.

“oh, we have runned out of food, im going to the kitchen to take more snacks”

jungkook stopped the episode and took his phone while she was in the kitchen. her head peeked out from the kitchen door. “we have runned out of snacks, do you want to order food?”

“ok!”

half hour passed and they were both eating and watching the series, enjoying a peaceful summer night with each other.

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the sun was peeking through the curtains as if wanting to catch the lovers in their sleep. jungkook was the first one to wake up, admiring his lover by his side, the curve of her lip, the softness of her cheek, everything that made her being herself was something to admire. slowly, he got up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. he was making the toasts and the coffee when he felt her arms around his waist.

“good morning, gorgeous”

“good morning, gguk”

she sat at the kitchen island looking at her boyfriend moving around the kitchen. “anyway, why are you up this early? its barely 8 in the morning”

“we are going to travel”

“oh, travel? where?”

he placed the breakfast on the island “its a surprise”

“yah! it's this about yesterday? are you mad?”

“of course not! why would i be mad with you about that?” he placed a kiss to her forehead. “eat, we have to prepare luggage”

“okay” she said with a singsong voice

they finished their breakfast and went to prepare the luggage.

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the clock hit 11 in the morning, everything was ready, the tickets hid from her, everything was a surprise until they reached the airport. all the suitcases were at the front door, all the lights were off, the only thing left was a quick check of the things they needed for the journey.

“sneakers?”

“yes”

“coat?”

“yes”

“jungkook, we have everything, this isn’t necessary.”

“i know, but i don't want you to complain later about not having something”

she rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, even though she didn’t know where they were going to travel, she felt excited and happy about it.

“okay! let's gooo!”

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the airport was buzzing with people going and coming, airplanes landing and flying. they entered the airport when a call was made through the speakers.

“dear passengers of the airplane 06132013, with destination tokyo, japan, its going to take flight in 10 minutes”

“oh thats our flight lets go, come on”

“wait- what? jungkook wait!” she yelled at him while running behind him, trying to catch him.

“come on!”

“you're too fast! slow down!”

people looked at them while they ran to the door. they arrived sweating and panting, but they were living their best moment right now, but it wasn't until then that it hit her, they were flying to japan, they were going to tokyo, her dream since she was a child was going to come true in that moment, when their feet where on the plain and all because she had by her side the most wonderful person someone could ever met.

“hey, dont cry bae”

she didn't even knew she was crying “its just that” a sob stopped her from talking “i really love you jungkook, im so glad to have you with me”

he took her by the waist and pressed her to his side, leaving soft and loving kisses to her face, head and neck.

“lets go sweetheart, japan is waiting for us!”

#fanfic #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jung kook #jungkook fluff #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jk x you #jk x reader

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multi-fandom-imagine · 25 days ago

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💘Pretty In Pink || Erik Campbell and his cute soft, pretty-in-pink coquette girlfriend mini series ||

(DO NOT STEAL MY IDEAS)

Like seriously, I've had my work stolen before. If you'd want to use one of these for my ideas for my mini series then tag me

1. “Sweetheart, You’re Gonna Get Me Arrested.”

Erik’s always the one in control—until you show up to his tattoo parlor wearing a pink mini skirt, no panties, and that innocent look you wear like armor. You on his lap while he’s sketching out some things with you whispering about how bad you've been and how much you want him to fix it.

Smut angle: He finally snaps, bends you over the counter, and makes you bite his palm to muffle your cries. His piercing dragging deliciously slow as he makes you beg.

2. “You Promised to Be Good Today.” “I Lied.”

You're both at a party—his friends, a few mutuals, drinks flowing. You look like sin in bubblegum, and Erik knows exactly what you're up to when you start shifting on his lap. Your fingers sneak under the waistband of his jeans while everyone else is too distracted to notice.

Smut angle: He drags you to the bathroom and fucks you so thoroughly against the door that you forget your name—calling him “sir” in a breathless whimper while he tells you how desperate you are is for his cock.

3. “Try to Keep Up, Baby.”

Erik takes you on his bike wearing just a sundress and your kitten heels. The wind keeps flipping the skirt up, and he knows damn well you planned it. When they finally stop in a remote area, you pretend you're shy, sitting sideways on the seat with your legs crossed.

Smut angle: He eats you out right there on the bike seat, one hand gripping your throat while you sobs his name, your thighs trembling. Then he flips you around and fucks you from behind until the bike rocks beneath them.

4. “I Made You Something…”

You show up to the shop with pink cupcakes wearing a trench coat and behind that trench coat a lace-trimmed apron—no clothes underneath. Erik’s doing inventory, but the second he sees the mischievous glint in your eyes, it’s over.

Smut angle: He makes you kneel between his legs and suck him off while he feeds you frosting off his fingers, muttering filth about how good she looks with his cock down your throat. (Bonus: you hums around him just to tease his piercing.)

5. “Tattoo Me, Daddy.”

You beg him for your first tattoo: a tiny pink bow on your hip or inner thigh. You're blushing, flustered—but he knows your game. You writh while he inks, biting your lip and calling him “sir” every time the needle presses in.

Smut angle: As soon as he’s done, you pull him on top of you, riding him slow and deep with the fresh ink still stinging. He holds your hips carefully, his voice low and filthy in your ear, making you cry from how gentle and dirty it is all at once.

6. “I Dare You.”

You two are alone in a dressing room at the mall. You try on pink lingerie sets and keeps “accidentally” leaving the curtain open. Erik’s already hard, his patience gone by the third set.

Smut angle: You rides him on the little velvet bench while he growls about how much of a fuckin’ tease you are. You tug at his chain as you come, and he tells you, you'd better hope the cameras are off—or not.

7. “Pretty Doll, My Rules.”

You surprise him one night wearing pink ribbons around your wrists and ankles, kneeling on satin sheets like a present. You flush is real—but so is the need in your eyes.

Smut angle: He ties you down properly and takes his time. Uses his piercing to overstimulate you, edging you until you sob and beg for release. He only lets you come when you say “please” like the sweet little thing you pretend to be.

8. “Pink Looks Better With Bruises.”

You love showing off your marks—bite prints on your inner thighs, finger-shaped bruises at your hips. He notices how proud you get when people almost see them.

Smut angle: He fucks you hard in front of a mirror, one hand in your hair, the other gripping your ass. You watch yourself break apart on his cock, mascara smudged and pretty lips parted. He marks your neck right before you come again.

💖 FLUFFY IDEAS ( non smut related )

1. “You Painted What Pink?”

You surprise Erik by painting a corner of his apartment bubblegum pink and turning it into a “cozy corner” with pillows, blankets, and fairy lights. He tries to act annoyed… until he falls asleep there cuddling you.

Bonus: He starts leaving his jacket on the chair there when he gets home, and you find it the next morning, still warm.

2. “My Big, Scary Teddy Bear.”

You buy him a plushie that “reminds you of him”—black leather jacket, little frowny eyebrows. He grumbles… but later, you catche him adjusting it on your bed so it doesn’t fall over.

Bonus: When you're away visiting family, he sleeps with the damn thing on your pillow and texts you: “Your stuffed boyfriend misses you. Real one too.”

3. “You’re Not Leaving in That Skirt, Trouble.”

It’s date night, and you show up in a flouncy pink skirt and glittery lip gloss. Erik groans like he’s annoyed, but you catch him staring every five seconds.

Bonus: He carries a hoodie in his truck just so he can give it to you later—not because he’s possessive… definitely not… okay, maybe a little. But he just really wants to see you stay warm

4. “He Knows My Coffee Order.”

You walk into the shop with your pink tote bag and heart-shaped sunglasses, only to find Erik already holding your favorite drink.

Bonus: He gruffly says it was “just a guess” but had actually written it down in his notes app weeks ago.

5. “Bows in Your Hair, Just for Me.”

You put tiny pink bows in your hair because you know he likes playing with it. He acts like it’s no big deal—until he’s braiding one strand into a little rope around his finger while you talk.

Bonus: He keeps one of your bows in his glovebox. You find it and nearly cries. He just shrugs and says, “It smelled like you.”

6. “Matching? Maybe.”

You buy them matching pink-and-black socks with tiny skulls on them and gifts them to him like it’s a national holiday. He groans—but wears them under his boots anyway.

Bonus: When they’re curled up watching movies, you sees them peeking out and beams. He notices and just pulls you closer without a word.

7. “Cuddle Bug and the Human Furnace.”

You love burrowing under his jacket or hoodie, especially when he’s warm from work. He grumbles every time—“Get your cold hands off me, doll”—but he never stops you

Bonus: Sometimes he walks in the door and opens his arms automatically because he knows you're about to climb on him like a koala.

8. “Princess and the Punk.”

You jokingly make him a tiny paper crown with “King of Trouble” written on it in pink glitter glue. He says he’ll throw it out. You catch him keeping it in his top drawer next to his lighter and spare chain.

Bonus: He starts calling you “my queen” whenever you tease him, even if he rolls his eyes after.

9. “My Girl’s Got Claws.”

When someone flirts with Erik at the grocery store, you sweetly loop your arm through his and goes, “Hi! His girlfriend. We bake cookies and fuck a lot.”

Bonus: Erik’s stunned, then smug the entire drive home. You're flushing too hard to speak. He keeps calling you a “jealous little cupcake” for days.

10. “Bubblegum and Bruises.”

He gets into a fight protecting his younger brother, and you fuss over every scrape, sitting him down and patching him up with pink Hello Kitty band-aids. He lets you. Doesn’t even blink.

Bonus: you kiss each one when you're done and then curls into his lap, whispering, “You’re my hero.” He doesn’t say anything… just holds you tighter.

First Piercings

(Different places, different moods—fluffy, teasing, smutty, and intimate)

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1. ✨ Navel Piercing – “Just for You, Baby.”

You show up in a cropped top, glittery gloss on your lips, and tells Erik that you're finally ready to get your bellybutton pierced. You want him to do it. You say it’s because you trust him most—but he knows it’s also because you love the way he watches you when you stretch and that top lifts.

Flirty tease: Later that night, you straddle him on the couch and lifts your shirt just enough to show it off, whispering, “You like it?”

Smut angle: He tugs her panties aside and fucks you slow while kissing the nape of your neck whispering how pretty you look with his metal in your body.

2. 💞 Nipple Piercing – “You Said You Wanted Something Just for You.”

After weeks of teasing and hinting, you finally ask Erik to pierce your nipples. You're nervous but so turned on by the idea of him being the one to do it. You show up in pink lace and no bra, trying to act shy but dying for his reaction.

Intimate: He’s impossibly gentle, focused—but his voice is rough with restraint. “You look so fuckin’ good, doll.”

Aftercare fluff: you're flushed and shaky after, and he cradles you in his lap with his forehead against yours, cooing, “You were so good for me.”

Smut angle (once healed): He bites lightly around the healing rings, watching you squirm. “Told you I’d love ‘em. You gonna let me taste you while they’re still sore?”

3. 🖤 Tongue Piercing – “I Just Wanted to Be a Little Bad.”

You show up to his shop with innocent eyes and a hidden secret—you got your tongue pierced while you were gone without telling him. When he finally sees it? He damn near loses his mind.

Tease: You trail your tongue along the rim of your lollipop and giggles, “You like my surprise?”

Smut angle: Later, you're on your knees, and he can feel the stud sliding against his cock as she moans. He jerks your hair back and groans, “That’s not fuckin’ fair, baby…”

4. 🌸 Septum Piercing – “You’d Still Love Me If I Look Like a Punk, Right?”

You've been toying with the idea of a septum ring but worries you won’t look “cute” anymore. Erik smirks and tells you that you could wear a bolt through your nose and he’d still fuck you like you're the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

Fluff: He holds your hand through the whole piercing, kisses the tip your nose after, and says, “Still my dollface.”

Bonus scene: You get matching pink rings for you both—you swap his out while sitting in his lap, straddling him in your thigh highs.

5. 🩷 Helix Piercing – “One More Reason to Play with My Hair.”

You get a cartilage piercing on a whim and chooses a pink gemstone stud. You keep flicking your hair to show it off until Erik finally grabs you by the waist, bites your earlobe, and murmurs, “You’re killin’ me with this whole doll routine.”

Fluffy moments: you let him clean it, babying you with his rough fingers and quiet grumbles.

Bonus: you swap it out for a heart-shaped stud engraved with his initials.

6. 🍒 Double Lobe Piercings – “I Want to Be Pretty Everywhere.”

You've already have simple studs—but decides to go for doubles, choosing dainty pink gems and tiny hearts. You sit in Erik’s chair in her favorite pastel outfit, swinging your legs and asking, “Will you kiss them better when it’s done?”

Aftercare Fluff: Erik does kiss them—every morning and every night. When you pout because one’s sore, he carries you around the apartment just to cheer you up.

Bonus tease: you string tiny chain earrings that spell out “Erik” and pretends not to notice his reaction.

6. 💋 Lip Piercing – “Bet You’ll Think About Kissing Me Now.”

You're nervous but excited—and when you look at yourself in the mirror with that little pink gem on your lip, you know you're going to ruin Erik with it. He stands behind you, arms crossed, just staring.

Smut angle: you straddle him, trailing soft kisses down his chest, lips brushing his skin with every sweet flick. He finally snaps, grabs your face, and says, “You knew exactly what that was gonna do to me.”

7. 💖 Cupid’s Bow Piercing – “Because I Want to Be Kissed Here Most.”

You see a vertical lip piercing—centered through the cupid’s bow—and your coquette brain short circuits. When you tell Erik you wants it, he smirks and says, “That’s dangerous.”

Aftermath: Every kiss becomes obsession. He can’t stop sucking that spot. You giggle, “Told you it was worth it.”

Smut: your lipstick smudged, your tongue slick with him, and the piercing making you pout even more perfect as you beg, “More. Please, please more.”

8. 🧸 Nostril Piercing – “Just One More Little Sparkle.”

You decide that you want a teeny, girly sparkle on one nostril—maybe a heart-shaped stud or soft rose gold hoop. Erik helps you pick it out, even though he pretends he doesn’t care.

Post-piercing cuddles: You're sniffly and sore, curled in his hoodie while he hand-feeds you snacks and pets your hair.

💘 TATTOO ideas

1. “I Want Something That’s Only Yours.”

You tell him you want a tattoo Erik designed just for you—something no one else will ever have. Maybe it’s a tiny bow, a delicate heart, or a sigil only he understands. You don't even want to see the sketch—you trust him completely.

2. “Tattoo Me Somewhere Only You’ll See.”

You want a hidden tattoo—hip, ribcage, or just above your pussy. Something small, dainty, and personal. Maybe a phrase like “Only his” in script, or a tiny pink heart.

Smut: You show him wearing only panties and a bow, whispering, “It’s sore… be gentle.”

3. “I Want to Tattoo You Too.”

You get curious about his machine and begs him to let you try it on him. He lets you give him a tiny heart or your initial somewhere low on his torso. It’s crooked. It’s wobbly. It’s perfect.

Fluff: He teases you relentlessly, but never covers it.

Bonus: Later, during sex, he traces your fingertip over it and growls, “Look what you did to me.”

4. “Give Me Something That Hurts Pretty.”

You confess you like the sting. That being marked by him, inked and raw, turns you on more than you expected. You ask for something a little bigger—a thigh piece or sternum tattoo—with lace and ribbons woven into the design.

Smut angle: When you flinch and whimpers, he leans in and murmurs, “You’re gettin’ off on this, aren’t you?”

Later: You can’t ride him for days, so he eats you out instead, fingers ghosting over the bandage while you tremble

5. “I Want to Match You.”

You secretly design a matching tattoo after finding a sketchbook of his. Maybe a skull and bow combo, or something symbolic of your relationship—his darkness, your softness.

Reveal scene: You show him while curled up in his hoodie, eyes shining, voice tiny: “Now we match.”

Erik’s reaction: Gutted. Soft. Obsessed. He presses a kiss to it and whispers, “You’re mine, sweetheart. Every inch.”

#mini series #erik campbell #erik campbell x reader #erik campbell x you #final destination #final destination bloodlines #final destination bloodlines x reader #final destination x reader

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leyavo · 3 months ago

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Hello!! I hope you're having a nice day!! I absolutely LOVE your writing!! I was wondering if you would be able to write about a sickly!reader? I'm chronically ill and have been since birth and I can never find representation for us frail bony besties. Could you either do general headcanons (platonic pls) or like dad!price with sickly!reader?

Hey thank you (🤕 anon) for the kind words. Sorry for the long wait. (I included some chronic illnesses that I am familiar with and know people that have them, but all illnesses are different for each person and not the same) I hope you have a nice day too!! 🥹 I did your request with Dad!Price.

[Main masterlist]

TF141 x Chronically ill!reader (platonic)

John Price x Daughter!reader:

You’d over done it yesterday, pushed yourself to do all your errands in one day and you were reaping the consequences of it today. The weight of your limbs not lifting as they kept you in bed. So sore that you could feel the ache deep into your bones.

The house silent, nothing but the warm summer breeze pushing the veiled curtains at the bottom of your bed. You don't want to move, cant stomach the searing pain of sitting up, so you give in to the fact you'll be doing nothing. The remote control left beside the tv, too far for you to reach.

A soft knock taps on your closed door and you mumble for them to come in. You Dad's head creeping in through the small opening, "bad day, kiddo?"

You nod, regretting the action. You’d clenched your jaw last night to counteract the pain and now your whole face hurt this morning. He walks in, picking the remote up as he passes it and drops it into your lap, gently.

"On a scale of one to ten?" He says, large hand slipping behind your shoulders as he helps you lean against the three well positioned pillows against the headboard. His gaze locked on yours, as if telling you not to downplay the pain.

"Eight," you mumbled, trying not to focus on the aching stabs surging through your hips as you sat up. It’s better than laying down though, least your hair won’t get too greasy or knotty.

"I feel sick.”

He glances to the bedside table, the packet of medication scattered the surface, the leaflet half tucked under the bed. The glass half empty, sitting on top of a bit of water you'd spilt when you tried to put it back on the table. "That's because ya' took your meds on an empty stomach," he said, no doubt having counted the strip of pills.

"I'm in too much pain to eat." Your words slurred as you spoke, eyes heavy as you tried to fight the drowsiness of the pills. That and the sleepless night you had, not able to find a comfortable position to lay in.

"I know, I know," he says, hand pawing the hair out of your face. "Why don't I make you some honey porridge? You'll feel a bit better and the meds will kick in soon." Your favourite and something easy to eat, nothing too chewy either. Plus it was your favourite, you ate it for breakfast and lunch nearly everyday as a two year old. He leans down, kissing your forehead before he leaves you to search the tv guide as you wait.

He returns with a tray, two bowls and a few snacks scattered around them. You can smell the honey as soon as he walks in, thankful that he’d checked on you before going to work.

“You’re uh, staying?” You asked as he peels the blanket back and joins you in the bed, his large frame hanging off the edge a little but he didn’t complain.

“Yeah, paperwork I can do later here.” He shrugs, placing the tray on your lap and taking a bowl of cereal for him self, it balances in his palm as he flicks through the tv. “You wanna watch that new movie?”

Of course you do, you’ve been on at him to watch the third one of the trilogy you both like. Waiting, because you know he’ll want to see your reaction and you his. Gives you something to talk about, theories to create whilst you wait for the next instalment or spinoff.

It’s over two hours long though, the porridge warming your aching stomach. You both talk back and forth about the characters, but you can’t fight the heavy weight pulling on your eyelids. You’re gone before you realise it, head on your dad’s shoulder and sleeping.

When you wake up, your dad’s snoring beside you. The end credits still rolling, your meds have kicked in, but you’re still in for a rough few days maybe even weeks. But you’re glad your dad’s there to help. You’re sure he’ll stay home until you’re walking about the house.

Simon Riley x Childhood friend!reader with multiple sclerosis:

You don't know why you let Simon pick the pub, the dingy place reminding you to wipe your boots on the way out. The worn carpet looked like it had been excavated for fossils, lumps here and there, crosses of gaffa tape holding torn parts together.

Simon's hand hovers over the small of your back, head dipped as he mumbles for you to watch your step. One drink, obviously something soft and not alcoholic. All you wanted to do was play a few games of darts like you used to every time Simon returned home. A little tradition you'd cancelled on the last three times due to a flare up.

Not that Simon minded, no he'd spent the night at your flat and watched a whole season of a tv show with you.

You were feeling good, made sure you hadn't done much the past few days in hopes it would conserve your energy and not trigger anything.

Simon guides you to the booth in the back, right next to the dart board. He waits for you to sit back in the leather seat and set your walking stick to the side before he leaves to get the drinks in.

An ice cold vanilla and lemonade float slides on the table in front of you. "Ready to lose, mate?" he says, taking a gulp of his beer and setting it on the table.

You let the melted ice cream over flow the glass, scooping a lump into your mouth with the chunky straw. "Don't cry when I win, Si." you pat his shoulder, hand wrapping around the darts he hands you.

The evening's filled with laughter, the odd teasing and nudging when you so accidentally elbow him. "Oh you wanna play dirty eh."

It doesn't last long though as you go to grab your glass, the tremor in your hand stopping you from tightening your grip. The glass drops, shattering to the floor. Your vision blurring as you tried to focus on your twitching fingers instead of the surge of pain shooting down to your wrist.

The cool drink splashing on your trousers, but you just stare at mess. Simon's already crouching down and mopping it up, taking the brush from the bar maid and sweeping it off your boots.

"Come on," Simon said, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Lets go get a kebab on the way home." He gently guides your walking stick into your hand and walks with you out of the pub. He’s a grounding presence for you to hold on to, not just in the physical sense but in every other too. He’s quick to think, act and make you feel like you’re not at a total loss. A scrap of normality thrown in as he talks about the flickering light that still hasn’t been fixed outside the kebab shop. How many years is tha’ now?

You're quiet as he queues up to order, the plastic chair on the side of the street digging into legs. The dull tingling in your hand has now spread up your arm and its hard trying to ignore it.

Simon doesn't say much as you both eat your food, his gaze flitting to you every now and then as you drop your wrap between each bite. Brown eyes assessing you for any knowing tells. He was covered in grazes and bruises and still made time for you.

"I'm sorry."

He shakes his head, "none of tha, you ain't apologising. Don't look at me like tha," he said, voice rough as he stared you down. You'd known each other long enough to not beat around the bush and say what you thought. You used to apologise for the smallest things, even for stuff you shouldn't. Simon always the one to tell you that you didn't need to.

"It's good to see you," you say, chucking a slice of pickle at him.

"Any excuse to get out of losing," he said, dodging the pickle and it landed on his shoulder, slipping down his leather jacket. “Let’s get you home, dying for a cuppa.”

Simon’s good at taking your mind off things and reminding you not to be too hard on yourself. Always there to listen if you need to get something off your chest.

Johnny MacTavish x sister!reader with a pacemaker:

“Johnny, you really didn’t have to take leave from work,” you grumbled, huffing as he gently took the milk carton out of your hands. “I can lift a bloody…”

The skin across your collarbone tightening as you turned to shut the fridge door. You squeezed your eyes shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip trying to muffle a sob. The incision in your chest ached, the pacemaker underneath your flesh heavy on your left.

“You want mam to be looking after ya?” He said, palm smoothing your back. “Six weeks is nothing, compared to the months of rehab you helped me through after I got shot.” He says it like he’s repaying a debt, but you don’t call him out on it. Always the one to pay it back without a reminder. Not that you’d call it in.

You shook your head, knowing your younger brother was less suffocating than your own mother. There’s dishes of homemade food filling the freezer already, no doubt Johnny will go through them in a week the amount he eats.

“Shoot me now,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Aye, don't carry weapons at home." Johnny chuckles, guiding you to the living room and nudging his head for you to sit on the sofa. You laid down, letting him drape a blanket over your lap and turn on your favourite show on the tv.

Your gaze trailed after Johnny each time he came in the house. A basket of dried clothes leaning on his hip. He dropped it to the floor and sunk into the armchair next to you, his hands diving in the basket as he plucked out a shirt and folded it. He bent, down and hesitated, brows scrunching as he pushed something aside. You leant forward and groaned, the tight pull making you fall back against the cushions.

"Don' worry, I'm not going to touch ya' underwear. Might need to burn me eyes out.." he said, elbowing the stack of clothes off his knee. "I'll take ya' washing to Mam's." He picks them up and dumps them back in the basket, straightening them out so their half folded again.

"I can do my own washing Johnny." You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. Johnny had surprisingly picked you up from the hospital after the pacemaker had been fitted, your mother neglecting to tell you that he'd offered himself up to help you and live at your house for the next six weeks.

"Ya not supposed to be lifting your arm or carrying stuff."

You lift your left arm slightly, middle finger raising. "Look at tha' I think I'm just fine."

Johnny chuckles, shaking his head. “Why don’ we go for a walk?”

You frown as he picks up your car keys from the hook on the wall, a knowing look of him scolding you for letting everyone see it. Stuff like that should be stored away.

He drives to the nearest loch, knowing that you like to walk the Munro there, but you’re capable of that yet so you walk down to the pebbly loch. He skims some rocks across the water, talking with you and asking you what he’s missed since he’s been gone.

The air is clear and you breathe it in, chest shuddering but it’s not too bad. Johnny starts to take you for daily walks, a nice way for you to both get out of the stuffy house and talk. You talk about a lot, stuff you’ve never before and you’re glad Johnny took the time to come home. To come help you.

The days turn the weeks and you’re finally walking the sloping hills with Johnny. Just like you did as kids, he’s even got his camera and taking pictures at the top. Something he used to do before he joined the military.

And when the six weeks are up, you don’t want to say a goodbye. Even Johnny lingers in the doorway, his arms wrapping around you as his chin rests on your shoulder.

You stare at your clothes and Johnny's military folding in the drawer. The scribbled mess of his handwriting telling you what’s in the lunchboxes of the freezer. He’d done so much for you and you knew he would anyways.

Kyle Garrick x brother!reader with arthritis:

You could always count on Kyle to give you a lift to the hospital. He waits in the doctors office, your jacket draped over his crossed arms in his lap.

Every three months, Kyle made sure that you’d have someone to take you and if there wasn’t anyone available he made sure he was there for you. Most times it was Kyle though, ready to take the whole day and spend it with you, even if you were pencilled in for the morning or evening.

He smiles, waiting for you to shrug your jacket back on. You regularly get steroid injections in your spine for your arthritis, the only way to ease the pain. Sure it took a couple days to really feel a difference, but it was worth the quick stab in order to feel the weight lifted off your back.

The first few hours you feel the pulsing heat at the base of your spine and it tingles up and down your back. Kyle doesn’t rush you as you walk back to the car park, he refuses your handful of change as he taps his card for the parking fees.

“Don’t worry mate,” he says, shoving his card back in his wallet. “You wanna pick up some food before we go back to yours, there’s a good Thai place I heard about,” he says, swiping his phone unlocked and showing you the saved tab of the menu. Always prepared.

You never say no to food, you’d both tried out a load of different restaurants each time and it had come sort of tradition to order a large amount of food. Eat it for lunch and dinner whilst catching up, sometimes breakfast the next day too.

“Yeah, why don’t we get one of the fixed meal options?” You say, lips tugging as Kyle slows down and falls in step beside you. He’s observant matching your energy, making sure you don’t feel too rushed.

Maybe it’s the way you lean forward slightly that gives the aches away or the sharp intake of air each time your shoes hit the uneven pavement.

“You alright mate?” Kyle always notices.

He opens your door for you and lets you settle in the seat comfortably before he gently closes it. He rounds the front of the car and slides into the drivers seat. He’s careful as he drives, making sure it’s a smooth ride and tries his best to dodge the potholes in the road for your sake and the tyres.

You’ve already ordered your food, Kyle picking it up and dropping it into your lap as he returns. The tender skin where you got the injection burns, no doubt bruised already. You're just hoping you start feeling the benefits soon and can get on with all the little things again.

Thankfully the lift up to your flat is working again, so you don’t have to drag yourself up the stairs. Your limbs start to feel heavy, but you’re close to your front door so push on.

Kyle’s one step ahead, plastic bags straining in his grasp as he twists your key in the lock. The door opening as soon as you catch up with him.

“I got it, why don’t you find a movie while I sort the food.” He’s already taking the plates out the cupboard, knives and forks clinking together.

The afternoon is spent catching up, mindlessly flicking through the streaming services for something decent, but you end watching the football once it kicks off. A crate of alcohol free beer dwindling to nothing, Kyle's good at taking your mind off the pain. Always there to make you laugh, but not too hard that your whole body shakes.

Kyle's a storyteller, so he describes his latest op, leaving out sensitive information with the word classified and his pointer and middle finger making bunny ears as he quotes it "classified." You can picture it like a movie in your head, that you miss an own goal on the tv. You're convinced he exaggerates on some parts, anything to get you questioning whatever craziness he's spewing.

"Nah, how can you fall out a helicopter and still be alive mate? You're havin me on." You shake your head, "What you were just hanging? Nah."

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Whispers of Jeju

Male Reader x Youngeun x Choi Yujin incest warning! enjoy it !

After a year of relentless work, I finally managed to carve out time for a much-needed vacation. I decided to take my family to Jeju Island, a place known for its tranquility and beauty. My wife, Yujin, and our daughter, Youngeun, were overjoyed that I could finally spare some family time after months of hard work. We prepared everything we needed for the trip, our excitement growing with each passing day.

Upon arriving at the hotel in Jeju, we checked into two rooms with a connecting door—one for Yujin and me, and the other for Youngeun. As soon as we entered our room, I rushed to the bathroom, my stomach churning uncomfortably. As I sat there, I noticed a small remote control on the counter. Curious, I picked it up and pressed a button. To my surprise, the bathroom curtain began to open. A smirk spread across my face as I realized the potential this little device held.

I exited the bathroom, finding Yujin unpacking our bags. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear,

"Babe, why don't you take a bath first? It's been a long time since we've had some fun together."

Yujin blushed, playfully tapping my arm.

"Oppa, you're so naughty!" she giggled, but I could see the spark in her eyes. She gathered her toiletries and headed to the bathroom.

As soon as I heard the shower turn on, I pressed the button on the remote. The curtain slid open, revealing Yujin's shocked expression as she quickly covered her body.

"Ah, oppa! This is embarrassing!" she exclaimed, her face turning a deep shade of red.

"It's okay, babe. Just continue your bath," I said, my eyes locked on her body.

She hesitated for a moment before continuing to shower, her movements slow and sensual. I watched, mesmerized, as she began to dance naked, her body rolling and swaying under the stream of water. My cock throbbed, hardening at the sight.

"Unlock the door, babe," I instructed, my voice husky with desire.

She complied, and I closed the curtain before stripping naked and joining her in the bathroom. Our bodies pressed together under the hot spray of the shower, our lips meeting in a hungry kiss. My hands roamed her body, caressing her soft skin as she moaned into my mouth. I spun her around, bending her over slightly as I positioned myself at her entrance.

"Ooh, yes," she moaned as I slid into her, her pussy slick and warm.

I began to thrust, our bodies slapping together as the sound of our pleasure filled the bathroom.

"Fuck, Yujin, you feel so good," I groaned, my hips moving faster.

She pushed back against me, meeting each thrust with eager moans.

"Harder, oppa, harder," she begged, her voice breathy.

Meanwhile, Youngeun entered our room through the connecting door, finding it empty. She lay down on the bed, picking up the remote she thought was for the TV. Confused when the TV didn't turn on, she pressed the buttons again, hearing a strange sound. She turned her head just as the bathroom curtain opened, revealing Yujin and me in a heated embrace, my cock buried deep inside her.

Youngeun's eyes widened in shock, her heart racing. "Appa… Eomma… what are you doing?" she screamed, her voice filled with surprise and confusion.

Yujin and I jolted, shocked by her scream and the sudden opening of the curtain. We quickly dressed and rushed out of the bathroom, finding Youngeun sitting on the bed, her face pale.

"Youngeun, we can explain," I started, but she cut me off.

"I want it too, I'm curious about it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yujin and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. We had never expected this, but we couldn't deny the curiosity and desire in Youngeun's eyes. Yujin approached Youngeun, her voice soft and reassuring.

"Are you sure, Youngeun? This is a big step."

Youngeun nodded, her eyes filled with determination.

"I want to know what it feels like, Eomma. I want to experience it with you and Appa."

I watched as Yujin began to undress Youngeun, her movements slow and gentle. She kissed her daughter's neck, her hands caressing her body as Youngeun's breath hitched. I joined them, my cock already hard and ready. I took Youngeun's nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking as she moaned softly. Yujin spread Youngeun's legs, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub in slow circles. Youngeun's moans grew louder, her body writhing under our touch. I moved between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance.

"Are you ready, Youngeun?" I asked, my voice husky.

She nodded, her eyes filled with desire and anticipation. I slid into her slowly, feeling her tight pussy stretch around me.

"Ouch, yes," she moaned, her body tensing slightly.

I began to thrust, my movements slow and gentle as she adjusted to the sensation. Yujin watched us, her eyes filled with lust as she began to touch herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Youngeun reached out, pulling Yujin closer as their lips met in a passionate kiss. The sight of them together, their bodies entwined, sent a wave of pleasure through me.

I increased my pace, my hips moving faster as Youngeun's moans grew louder.

"Faster, Appa, give it to me," she begged, her body meeting each thrust with eager enthusiasm.

Yujin moved behind me, her hands caressing my back as she pressed her breasts against me. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I thrust deeper into Youngeun.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I groaned, my body shaking with pleasure.

Yujin reached around, her fingers finding Youngeun's clit and rubbing it in quick circles. Youngeun's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her as she screamed out in pleasure. I pulled out, my cock throbbing as I came, my cum spilling onto Youngeun's stomach. Yujin leaned down, licking up the mess as Youngeun watched, her eyes wide with surprise and desire.

That night, we explored each other's bodies, our pleasure knowing no bounds. We tried different positions, each one bringing us closer together. Youngeun rode me in reverse cowgirl, her body bouncing up and down as Yujin sat on my face, her pussy grinding against my mouth. The sounds of our pleasure filled the room, our moans and screams echoing off the walls.

In the days that followed, we continued our threesome, each encounter more passionate and intense than the last. Youngeun couldn't get enough of my cock, her body craving the pleasure it brought her. Yujin and I found a new level of intimacy, our love for each other growing with each shared experience. Youngeun loved joining us whenever she could, her curiosity and desire insatiable. She would often ask us to have a threesome, her eyes filled with anticipation and lust. We obliged, our bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and desire.

Yujin and I found that this was better than having a threesome with a stranger. We trusted each other implicitly, our love and intimacy growing with each encounter. Youngeun was happy, her body and mind explored to the fullest.

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