#but y’all too concerned with yourselves

[ilovepedro]

just married | frankie morales x f!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2k

Summary: You and Frankie just tied the knot. Half way through the reception, your insatiable husband whisks you away for some much needed privacy.

Warnings: fluff, oral (f receiving), fingering, exhibitionism (sex in a private bathroom), unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), creampie, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: happy frankie friday! this is based off this post, i could not for the life of me shake this from my head. literally wrote this in an hour, i’m telling y’all i’m actually going insane. the brain rot is actually concerning. FRANKIE NATION RISE! 🫡 anyway, i hope y’all enjoy! 🫶🏼 i loveeee me some frankie 🫠 not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

“Come on, hermosa,” Frankie rasps in your ear, moving his hands from your hips and grabbing your hand, a small smirk playing on his lips. Music booms from the DJ’s speakers, the dance floor lively and vibrant.

“Where are we going, baby?” You ask, your gown flowing freely as your new husband swiftly maneuvers you through the crowd. “You’ll see,” he shouts over the thrumming music. Your body buzzing with excitement and a smile, so big it hurts, adorns your face.

Leading you out into the hall and racing up the stairs, giggling like a couple of school children. Frankie drags you to the bathroom at the end of the hall, flinging the door open and guiding you inside.

He grips your hips and crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your dissipating giggles as he presses you up against the door and locks it. You whimper softly as his hands begin to roam your body.

His hands roam your backside, making his way down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Frankie!” You squeal, breathlessly, laughter bubbling over your lips as you pull back for a bit of air.

A toothy grin breaks out into his face. “I’ve missed you, hermosa,” he pants, the both of you breathless from running and desperately kissing each other.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Not having had a moment to yourselves this whole day, you two bask in this brief moment of privacy.

He brings you in for another insatiable kiss. Your hands tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, making him groan into you. Snaking his hands down your waist, he cups your mound in one hand. You moan into him as your brows scrunch in pleasure, grinding against his hand.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day, baby,” he groans, guiding you to the sink, pressing your backside up against it as he peppers kisses to the column of your throat. “You look so fucking gorgeous, baby, this goddamn dress is driving me crazy,” he whispers, nipping your neck. 

“You’re driving me crazy, Frankie,” you gasp. “Look so fucking sexy in that tux, baby.” He smiles into your skin, working his way back up to draw you in for another kiss. You moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue inside, arousal pooling in your panties and sticking to your sex. Swallowing every moan that pours into his mouth, he pulls back, your lipgloss staining his lips. 

Crouching to his knees, he bunches your gown up over his head and moans at the sight of your lacy panties paired with your garter. 

“Fuck, baby. So fucking wet for me all fucking the time,” he whispers huskily as his large, warm hands run along your thighs. He slides your garter down your leg, tucking it into his back pocket. 

Propping you up onto the sink, he spreads your legs and presses a kiss to your sex. You moan at the feeling, aching for more. One of his thick fingers prods at your entrance, parting your lips and allowing your husband a view of your glistening pussy.

“Please, Frankie,” you plead breathlessly, tossing your head back. 

“Yeah? My pretty little wife wants me to eat her pussy? Huh, mi esposa?” You moan, eagerly nodding as you clench around nothing. Frankie doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze together.

“What my wife wants, my wife gets.”

Without warning, Frankie dives in and licks broad stripes up your folds, gasping as you bite back a moan with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, attempting to be quiet. 

“No no, baby. I wanna hear you. They can’t even hear us with the music, it’s just us, baby - just me and you,” he says before diving back in and licking through your folds, his strong nose nudging your clit and your eyes flying open.

“Oh fuck, Frankie!” You moan loudly, eyes squeezed shut as you toss your head back, caution blown to the wind. You snake a hand into Frankie’s curls, tugging at them and eliciting a groan from your husband. The vibrations against your cunt send a new wave of arousal seeping from you, Frankie lapping up every drop as he drowns in your slick.

His tongue prods your entrance, fucking into you. He groans at the way you clench around him, chest rumbling in satisfaction. 

It’s sloppy, and hungry the way he laves at your weeping cunt. His tongue circles your clit relentlessly, your cries filling the air. His lips wrap around your swollen bud as his grip on your thighs tightens. Your hips involuntarily buck up into his face. He snakes his left hand up to your stomach, ring-adorned hand pushing you down and holding you in place. 

“So f-fucking good, F-Frankie, oh my god,” you keen above him, legs wrapping around his back as you try to brace yourself for your impending orgasm. His relentless pace creates a cloud of stars in your eyes. 

“I’m close, Frankie! So close, don’t stop! Please don’t stop, baby,” you yelp, tears of pleasure stinging the corners of your eyes as the coil in your belly tightens.

A sudden intrusion pulls a sharp gasp from you. Two of his thick, long fingers crook into that spongy spot with every stroke as he sucks on your clit. 

His fingers, his mouth, the ring on the hand which pins you down overwhelms you - he’s all-consuming. 

Your vision flashes hot white as the coil in your belly snaps, cumming all over your husband’s face and his fingers. Frankie laps at your juices as you grind your cunt into his face, thighs trembling while riding out your high. He groans as he slurps you up like the sweetest nectar, not wasting a single drop. Your whines fill the air along with a squelching sound as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. 

He pulls back and rises to his feet, his patchy beard glistening with your slick. Slamming his lips onto yours, the two of you moan into each other. The taste of yourself on his tongue makes your head spin.

Frankie ruts his hips into yours, his clothed cock brushing against your exposed cunt and a loud cry pouring from your lips at the sensitivity. Wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him closer, you buck your hips against his, seeking more stimulation.

“Lean back for me, baby.” he rasps as he pulls back, gently pushing you back against the mirror. He makes quick work unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants to his ankles. You suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, mouth watering at the sight of your husband’s angry, leaking cock. Unable to resist, you palm him in your hands, smearing the dribbles of precum along his throbbing length. Frankie stifles a moan, moving your hand away and lines up his cock at your dripping hole.

Swirling small circles around your entrance, gathering the new wave slick that pours from your cunt on his length.

“Frankieeee,” you keen. “No teasing, please, amor,” you huff, on the verge of tears as your desperation grows.

“I got you, amor, don’t worry,” he whispers in your ear. He slides in slowly, but smoothly in one go, your slippery folds allowing him easy access. Both of you moan in tandem, Frankie’s brows pinched together and your lips parted.

You’re so full, relishing in the dull sting as he stuffs your wet heat to the brim. “Move, baby. Please move, mi amor,” you plead, breathless and desperate, seeking some relief.

“Shh shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m gonna take care of you, I always will,”  He says, voice hushed and husky, placing a kiss to your forehead. 

You know his words run deeper than just the matter at hand, having promised to love you eternally just hours ago.

He slowly drags out of you ever so slightly before snapping his hips into yours, his tip punching your g-spot. His hands rest on your waist as he picks up his pace. The room sounds pornographic - filled with the sounds of your squelching pussy, skin-on-skin, moans, and pants.

“I’m the lu-luckiest man ever. Got the prettiest girl ever to m-marry me. Knew you’d make a beautiful bride, hermosa. Most beautiful f-fuckin’ bride in the world, my pretty little wife. Get to, shit, get to love you and fuck this tight little pussy every goddamn day for the rest of our lives. Fuck,” he rambles, hips canting into yours.

Clenching around him at his words, more slick drips from your weeping cunt and onto the counter. An endless string of moans tumble from you and into the air.

“S-so fucking good to m-me, baby. So l-lucky to be your wife,” you keen, pressing your forehead against his. He hungrily captures your lips in a ferocious kiss, teeth clashing together as neither of you care how messy you two will look after.

“My wife. You’re mine, baby, you’re mine forever,” he moans as his tip kisses your cervix. Your walls flutter around him, your second orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Come on, baby, come on, baby. Let go, hermosa. I know you’re close. Let me feel you, I got you, baby,” he babbles almost incoherently. You wail as your orgasm washes over you, convulsing under his grasp, twitching uncontrollably as slick endlessly streams from your cunt. “There we go, baby. Good girl. So fucking good, hermosa. Always feel so fucking good,” Frankie groans against your lips, his thrust growing sloppy as your slippery cunt sucks him in.

“Love you so much, Frankie,” you gasp. “Love you too, hermosa,” he grunts. You can feel him throb inside of you.

“Cum, Frankie. Fill me up, please, baby,” you beg, still riding out the high of your climax.

“Yeah baby? Want my cum? Want me to stuff you full and walk around our wedding with my cum dripping out of your tight little pussy?" 

A high-pitched moan escaping your lips, you squeeze tightly around him. “Yes, Frankie! Wanna feel it dripping down my legs under my dress,” you squeal, overstimulation starting to sink in.

"My dirty fucking girl,” he rasps, punctuating his words with every thrust as he shoots warm ropes of cum into your cunt, coating your walls with his seed. A guttural groan rumbles from deep within his chest. Slowing his pace, you whimper as he fucks his cum into your used hole.

He rests his clammy forehead against yours, breath fanning each other's faces. Post-coital bliss settling amongst you two, the faint humming of the music from the reception rings in the air.

“Do you think they’ve noticed we’re gone?” You ask, panting. A deep chuckle rattles his chest, making you laugh. “I’m pretty sure they have, hermosa.” You pull him in by his tie, kissing him languidly. He pulls back and presses a playful tap to your thigh.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go before the guys start talking shit,” he says, helping you to your feet, and wiping his spend from your mound and in between your legs. He settles your gown into place as you fix your makeup in the mirror. He fixes his hair while you adjust his suit and tie back into place. You beam as you lock eyes with his, love shimmering in the corners of them. He entwines his fingers with yours as he leads you out the door and back downstairs to the reception.

It seems nobody has noticed you two were gone, or just don’t question your absence, as you two mingle your way back into the crowd.

“Hey! Where the hell were you two?! It’s time for the bouquet toss!" You best friend, and maid-of-honor, screeches.

"And the garter toss!” Santiago, the best man, chimes in. They drag you both to the dance floor. Women crowd the dance floor as you toss your bouquet over your shoulder, your best friend catching it and eyeing her partner. 

Music blares as Frankie leads you to a chair in the middle of the dance floor. He teasingly lifts your dress to remove your garter, to be met with nothing. Your eyes bug out of your head, heat coursing through your veins.

“Where’s my garter?” You ask him. Santiago appears behind Frankie, taking something out of his back pocket and holding it out to Frankie. “Here it is!”

Laughter erupts amongst your guests as you hide your face in your hands, an embarrassed smile plastered on Frankie’s lips, meekly waving to the crowd. He pries your hands from your face, playfully rolling his eyes as he brushes off the embarrassment while helping you to your feet. Cheering and whooping fills the hall as you smile apologetically to the crowd as they roar, Frankie cupping your face and pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

Frankie is rotting my brain today obvi. this one's for all my Frankie girlies out there, shout out to y’all 🩷

thank you for reading! 🫶🏼

tag list: @undrthelights @gracieheartspedro @jenispunk @amanitacowboy @bastardmandennis @nostalxgic @tinygarbage @party-hearses @mandoisapunk @harriedandharassed

[khalixvitae]

I think that everyone should take a moment to think about just how fucking weird Malleus is. Like, he rlly isn’t the super OP, suave, mysterious bad boy trope that he frequently gets boxed into. That is literally in universe propaganda- that’s what his classmates (who are too afraid to talk to him) have like. Made up abt him. He’s actually rlly fucking odd (seemingly even by fae standards) and that is so cool of him. Like. He has a fixation on one particular architectural feature and shows up in your back yard on a weekly basis to infodump at you. His handwriting is basically calligraphy. He does not know how to work a cell phone. He has the most offputting sense of humor known to man and god, yet somehow does not always understand sarcasm when it’s directed at him. The only person who understands him is his equally weird yet socially adjusted 600+ year old adopted father, and even he was so concerned for Malleus’ social development he tagged along with him to school with the goal of making some sort of social connection happen. He’s so odd and I think we should all take a moment to think abt him as a weird little freak

Edit: I wasn’t gonna say the autism word bc sometimes people don’t know how to act when you say their fav emo boy has autism. Side eye. But since y’all have said it yourselves may I reiterate: malleus draconia is dripping w autism and that makes him so cool and relatable imo thank u

[lovelyuyu]

yunho x fem!reader

summary: you were just so needy, and yunho noticed. so he tells you to sit on his thigh. you can guess what comes next.

word count: 563 words.

warnings: thigh riding, pet names (darling, princes, pretty, etc), readers genitals are referred too as pussy, cunt, etc, pleasure dom yunho.

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i’m thinking about pleasure dom yunho… he would notice how you’re squirming in your spot next to him on the couch, while you both are just talking about your day normally.

he starts wondering if you have been pent up for the last few days. of course, with both of you at work, it’s so hard to get time to yourselves. but, today, you both are lucky.

“you alright, darling? yunho asked you, looking over at you with pretend concern in his eyes.

“i’m okay! why wouldn’t i be okay…” you said with a laugh, unconsciously pressing your thighs together again.

yunho just smiled, and placed his feet on the ground, stretching back.

this gave you a view of his crotch, and my god, you nearly moaned right then and there.

“come sit here, pretty.” he said, patting his thigh. god, you were going to lose your mind. but of course, you listened.

you shuffled over to yunho, and sat down carefully. once you were fully seated, yunho put his hands on your hips.

“are you needy, baby?” he looked up at you, because this is the only time that you look taller than him— when you’re sitting on his lap.

“mhm…” is all you could let out, too shy to use your words properly.

“oh princess, you don’t need to be shy with me. i’m your yuyu, hm?” he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“my yuyu… im so needy.” you whined, wanting to move your hips but not doing it until yunho says you can.

“mm, i know you are baby. move for me, hm? make yourself feel good, darling. i’ll help you.”

and that he did. you started rocking your pussy against him, feeling yourself getting more and more turned on. fuck, you were so close, and you only just started.

yunho eventually helps you move your hips, because you were getting tired. and oh… yunho does such a good job at helping you move your hips, you’re suddenly closer then you already wore. so much more closer.

“are you gonna cum, darling? gonna make a mess on my thigh?” yunho said with a slightly rough voice, getting so turned on from pleasuring you. “i bet your cunt is so wet, baby.”

that made you whine and moan again, as you have been this entire time.

“yuyu, im… im gonna cum!” as soon as you heard him give you permission to cum, you did as you were told. you came so hard against his thigh, your clit started becoming more and more sensitive as you kept going.

you stopped shortly after, leaning down against yunhos chest. yunho soothed you, rubbing your back and whispering nice words to you.

then you started laughing against this chest. and to say yunho was confused is an understatement.

“what’s so funny, princess?” he giggled as well, thinking that you’re so adorable.

“i haven’t- haven’t came that hard in a while” you choked on your laugh slightly, giggling again because of that reason alone.

“god, you’re so cute.” he had such a big smile on his face. he loves when you’re giggly like this. “do you want me to run us a bath?” he asked.

“a bath? baby, i’m not done yet.”

and yunho wasn’t surprised at all when you said that. he knew you loved to cum over and over again.

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i hope y’all liked this one :33

[starl3ght]

hi this is my first time requesting but can I request some fluff head canons of ghost when he has a crush on you. Some NSFW ones if possible. Please?

Sorry this took awhile! I’ve been trying to find the good ways to write this. Anyways here!!

//~Simon “Ghost” Riley having a crush on you~//

A/N: Y’all I ordered my electric guitar. Won’t get here till the 15th🥹🔫 ANYWAYS- Finished this. Alejandro hcs are next!! Make sure to follow for a lot more and drop requests if you want any!!!

MINORS WATCH YOURSELVES!!

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SFW

• It took a while for him to realize he liked you

• Let alone love you. The thought scared him

• Obviously at first he tried to push you away because he didn’t wanna hurt you or get attached

• He had to accept it and honestly he felt relieved

• He’ll watch you from afar as you do your activities

• If he sees you smile his heart melts and probably blush

• Soap might catch on to his behavior

• “You keep looking at her mate, I think I know what’s going on.” Soap has a smirk on his face

• Ghost looked at him deadly in the eye “You keep your mouth shut Mactavish, sleep with one eye open sergeant.”

• Soap is scarred for life

• He’ll check on you after missions to see if you’re mentally and physically ok

• You might tease him asking him if he was worried about you

• He can’t control himself when you tease him, he’ll just pat your head and walk off

• He couldn’t hold back anymore and his feelings

• He went to your room a certain night and knocked to get it over with

• You were confused when you opened your door and saw him standing there

• “Ghost?” You asked him curiously. “What’s wrong?” You look at him with gentle concern in your eyes

• He’ll take steps forward to you

• “Stop me please…I won’t be able to do it myself…” he reaches down for his mask and how shock is spread on your face

• He throws it to the side and immediately puts his lips onto yours

• You kiss him back and it feels like a dream, a dream where you could wake up any moment and have to live your boring life

• But no. This is real

• When you pull back you’re panting heavily and he looks at you deeply

• “You did this to me…I can’t work correctly when you look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, I can’t focus when you talk to me with that angelic voice of yours love. Just do us both a favor and be mine, I’ll make sure I do everything to protect you because I love you too much to let you go.”

• You’re not confused or shocked…you’re relieved

• “It’s about time Simon. It’s about damn time you make me yours”

NSFW

• That confession he told you?

• It made sure it wasn’t a fling

• This man is a gentle dom.

• Will let you top him at times

• Sometimes will be behind, but prefers missionary to look at you

• Now he is very skilled with his tongue, just feeling it inside of you is enough to make you come as you clench around it

• If you’re giving to him, he will not stay quiet

• Releases some shaky breathless moans as you finish him off. His thighs will shake a bit and his abs tighten as he comes in your mouth

• Now probably will go rough if you ask for it

• Not very kinky, will prefer the passion and love he has for you

• Loves when you cry out or moan softly. Now that’s how he knows he’s pleasing you well

• IS SENSITIVE!! Might get overstimulated at some points that he can’t talk well

• Eye contact with him is a must. Missionary and if you’re riding him. He looks deep into your eyes as he tells you he loves you

• Just when you’re both about to cum, he’ll hold both your hands with one of his large ones and clenches the silk sheets next to your head with his other

• Aftercare is good for both of you

• Like I said there might be times he gets overstimulated so you’ll shush him and hold him to your chest when his brain can’t process

• Either you fall asleep right there or he’ll clean you up in the bath

• Will talk with you for a while before he pulls the sheets up to cover yourselves so you can sleep

• Will kiss the top of your head murmuring a ‘goodnight love’ and holds you to his chest

[footballlover8]

Hot’n Cold || Pablo Gavi (Insta Au)

Warnings: hinting too some unaliving yourself as a joke, swearing. (let me know if there is anything else)

Requested?: Yes/No

(Also the first one in the second picture, pretend it’s a vape just for the better)

@Y/n.Gz

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@Y/n.Gz:Cold asf, help me please😭

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Pedri:Get used too it gusano🪱❤️ (worm)

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@Y/n.Gz:BOY!!???? WHY WORM???

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Pablogavi:You sleep like a worm, swear too god, you kick me 4 times in a minute when you sleep

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@Y/n.Gz:Excuse me?????

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Pedri:Deadass, you slept on the couch once, and you kicked fer where the sun doesn’t shine anymore

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@Y/n.Gz:Fck you🖕

Mikkykimmeney:My cold baby💗

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@Y/n.Gz:Love youuuuu!💗💗

Pablogavi:Hot

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@Y/n.Gz:Boy? No context??????😭

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Pablogavi:It’s a compliment

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@Y/n.Gz:can you add an emoji???? It’s so weird without one😭 I feel like you’re attacking me, help it’s so sarcastic🔪

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Pablogavi:My sexy baby🫵❤️

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@Y/n.Gz:sounds kinda pedo🐿️

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Pablogavi:You’re never happy are ya?🥲

gavilovver:No but bffr, she’s hot asf😍

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Bbg..Y/n:Frrrr!😍

Pablogavi_is.Mine: smoking is bad for you

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Pedriloves:Fr, she should set a good example.

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Pepi:Like I’m a little disappointed ngl

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Gavi69:It’s a vape but okey😭

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Pepi:Still bad

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Gavi69:Be fr, half the football community vapes, no one cares, and she’s literally just a girl

Fan1:So prettyyyyyyy😍❤️

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@Y/n.Gz

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@Y/n.Gz:Made Gavi make a snot angel❄️☃️🪽

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_Ferminlopez:Snot angel??? That’s new, did he like sneeze?

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@Y/n.Gz:Die

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_Ferminlopez:Wow, harsh. @pablogavi how do you deal with her????

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Pablogavi:Honestly…not sure, she’s a crazy baby with anger issues I swear

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@Y/n.Gz:You can die too

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Fan7:La masia Duo dies as 19 and 20

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@Y/n.Gz:sounds pretty valid

Pedri:Mama called me saying she couldn’t get a hold of you, like phone nor on social media, did you block her????😭😭

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@Y/n.Gz:None of your business 🫶🏼

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Pablogavi:Bambi!? Why did you block her????????

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@Y/n.Gz:she was like, “you should dress warmer” all the time, but I was like “no”

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Pablogavi:Bambi…that’s not a valid reason, I swear you’re a stubborn 5 year old sometimes🥲

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Pedri:All the time not sometimes

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@Y/n.Gz:@pablogavi you always make yourself sound like a pedo

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Pablogavi:Bambi I swear I’ll open the window when you’re sleeping tonight

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@Y/n.Gz:You wouldn’t dare

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Pablogavi:Oh but I would

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Pedri:Wow dude, that’s intense…even from you

Vickylopezz._:Babe, I’ll marry you one day😍😍

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@Y/n.Gz:MUAHHHH😘😘😘

Mikkykiemeney:Hermosa😍😘

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@Y/n.Gz:LOVE YOU💗🫶🏼

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@Y/n.Gz

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@Y/n.Gz:I’m also just a girl💗🎀

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Pedri:You’re a demon child, that’s what you are

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@Y/n.Gz:😃😃😃🫵

Pablogavi:You gonna pretend you were the ones that baked that Bambi?

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@Y/n.Gz:Shut up

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Pedri:JAJAJAJA AS IF YOU COULD EVER DO THAT

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@Y/n.Gz:I’ll punch you

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Feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr: Funny how you two come from a family of chefs and can’t do shit yourselves🤣🤣

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Pedri:I’m better than her at least

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@Y/n.Gz:IM A CHILD STOP ATTACKING ME🔪🔪🔪🔪

Fan79:Help, she’s so pretty🥰😍

Fan9:Shes also just a girl🎀💕💗💅🏽🌸

Fan55:Fuck me

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Fan87:Wow wow wow

Ferrantorres:What does that even mean?????

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@Y/n.Gz:nothing a man should get concerned over. For you💐

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Alejandrobalde:What the fuck? Can I have too??

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@Y/n.Gz:Here💐💐

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Alejandrobalde:Hah! I got two @ferrantorres !

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Ferrantorres:They we’re all dead🥀🥀🥀🥀

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@Y/n.Gz:That was dark sharkboy…..Lavagirl

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@Y/n.Gz

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@Y/n.Gz: Christmas Birthday with bf? I love😍💗 @pablogavi

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_Ferminlopez: Happy birthday you clumsy fuck🫶🏼🪱

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@Y/n.Gz:What is it with y’all and the fucking worm?????

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Joaofelix79:You literally deadass kicked him off the bed once?????

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@Y/n.Gz:No i didn’t!????

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Pablogavi:Yes you did Bambi😭 But that’s okey, still love you 😘

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@Y/n.Gz:G😭 Tahnks I guess

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Pedri:Can you write? Or are you completely dumbfounded????

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@Y/n.Gz:Excuse me??? I’ll block you gtfo

Hctorforrt_:Happy birthday 🖕🫶🏼

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@Y/n.Gz:Yall are mean I swear😭

Mikkykiemeney:@frenkiedejong

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Frenkiedejong:What’s this supposed to mean!!????

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Pablogavi:Trust me…it’s a hint, a big one at that

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@Y/n.Gz:@Mikkykiemeney I can break up with gavi, and we can date?

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Mikkykiemeney:Oh please dooooo!

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Frenkiedejong:Excuse me? I gave you a son?🥲

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Mikkykiemeney:I birthed him, don’t see your point

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Frenkiedejong:🥲🥲🥲🥲

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Pablogavi: @Y/n.Gz a little hurt, but girl power I guess🤞🤝

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Fan2:Gavi wtf?

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Fan:7:I’ll take them both…

Taia_Belloli:I want😭

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@Y/n.Gz:I give😉

Danielalexmachado:Feliz cumpleaños, Bebita😘❤️ (happy birthday baby)

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@Y/n.Gz:Thank you mami😘💗

Mikkykiemeney:Happy birthday too the sweetest girl ever!❤️🥰

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@Y/n.Gz:Love youuuuu momma bear❤️

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@Y/n.Gz

Liked by pablogavi, joaofelix79, pedri and 473.736 others

@Y/n.Gz:Why is he like this?????? Why do I actually have a good bf???? @pablogavi

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Vickyylopezz_.:BABE? Are you complaining!???????

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@Y/n.Gz:NO I SWEAR BUT LETS BE FR HE CRAYCRAY😭

Pablogavi:I’m gonna marry you one day sooner or later

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@Y/n.Gz:STOPPPP THAT SOUNDS SO AGRESSIVE, I love you though💗

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_Ferminlopez:One weird chick

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@Y/n.Gz:Baby chicks 🐥🐣

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_Ferminlopez:Yeah you sure as hell walk like one that has just cracked out from the egg

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@Y/n.Gz: @pablogavi you just gonna let him??????🔪🫵

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Pablogavi:Bambi..Te amo❤️

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@Y/n.Gz:No you don’t topper!

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Pedri:Who tf is topper??

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Pablogavi:Please not this shit again Bambi….

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@Y/n.Gz:YOU LOVE THE IDEA OF ME!

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_ferminlopez:Why are you like this?

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@Y/n.Gz:YOU LOVE BEING SEEN WITH ME!

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@Y/n.Gz:But you don’t love me…

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Pedri:Wtf?

Vickylopezz._:Are you adopted?

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@Y/n.Gz:Babe????😭😭😭

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Vickylopezz._:Too pretty too be related too pedri swear

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@Y/n.Gz:STOPPPPP🫶🏼😘🥰🫵

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@Y/n.Gz

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@Y/n.Gz: @pablogavi took me too fcking Greece. Crazy human being swear too god, te amo mucho!❤️

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Pablogavi:te amo tambien Mi pequena Bambi❤️ (I love you too my little Bambi)

Pedri:Knew all along, I actually helped so it would be nice to get a thank you as well hermanita🙄 (little sister)

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@Y/n.Gz:ew👁️👅👁️

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Pablogavi:What does that even mean?😭

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@Y/n.Gz:Tongue between eyes👁️👅👁️🐿️

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Pedri:What drugs are you on????😭

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Pablogavi:Sleeping drugs, swear she’s about too pass out if she has too lift her thumb once more

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Pedri:Jeez,cray cray, dunno how you deal with her, she’s like a 3 year old stuck in 17 years olds body😭

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@Y/n.Gz:I’ll shoot you with a croquette in the face

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Pedri:You have no aim

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@Y/n.Gz:harsh

Vickyylopezz_.:Wanna like…get married right now?

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@Y/n.Gz:Do you seriously have too ask?

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Pablogavi:Stopppp😭 why is everyone stealing my gf from me?

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Vickyylopezz_.: accept it, she’s too pretty for you🙂

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@Y/n.Gz:You’re both too pretty for me😘

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Fan66:Awwww, she’s defending him in a discreet way 🥰😫

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@Y/n.Gz:I think I like this little Life🫵💗 @pablogavi

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Pablogavi:why do you say that every second I do something normal for you???😭

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@Y/n.Gz:Low standards, but you be giving me high standards that I get shocked at family dinners with my brothers and cousins

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Adrifebles:Bitch

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Pedri:@adrifebles preach

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@Y/n.Gz:I’ll expose your little ass🥰

Pablitogavi:Help! They came to my grandparents restaurant! They were so nice! AHHHH!

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Gavibbg:Babe!? I want too be you so bad!😫

Taia_belloli:sweethearts💕

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@Y/n.Gz:💗💗💗

Fan6:Her tan though!😫

Fan3:Can I please change life’s with her

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Fan8:Nah him! She’s so prettyyyyyy😍

Marcguiu9:Stop.with.this.love.dovey.shit

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@Y/n.Gz:I’ll come too the next practice too personally shoot a ball in your face

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[pettytiredandjewish]

Are you pro-Israel or pro-Palestine?

I honestly don’t think it’s any of your concern but if you really want to know my ���stance”, I’ll tell you. You may or may not like my answer but I’m at the point where I really don’t give a flying F. So here we go-

A little background about me-I’m not Israeli, I’m from the states but my great-grandparents on my mom side left Germany sometime a little before WW1 due to antisemitism (they were Ashkenazi Jews.) Not everyone left and the ones who did stay ended up in the concentration camps/ghettos during WW2. Honestly if my great grandparents didn’t leave Germany- well there is a high chance that I wouldn’t be here and that this family tree branch would be non existent.

I’m gonna be honest I’m a “zionost”. There is no safe place for Jews. A lot of countries made it known for many years and they are still making it known to this day. Not only is the land of Israel is considered holy (I’m not super religious but I do recognize and respect that it’s a sacred and holy site) but it is also considered a safe place for many Jews who had to leave their own homes due to all the antisemitism/hate/etc. I’m not an “anti-Zionist”. Did you know that one of Russian’s leaders during- I believe the Soviet Union created that term as a way to help destroy Jewish culture during that era? That term just rubs me the wrong way.

I constantly worry about my friends and family. I worry about mine and their safety. I have to keep looking over my shoulder when I leave the house or when I go to the store, it to work… I know my parents worry too and I know my mom is secretly happy that I attended Shabbat services via online. I don’t want to think about what would happen if something happened to me or to my family/friends. But I don’t hide my “Jewishness”. I love being Jewish- I’m not ashamed of it. It’s a beautiful culture but it also is sad too. The history is not all butterfly’s and rainbows. We (Jews) have suffered for generations but we also overcome everything that people throws at us. Are we traumatized? Probably yes, but we don’t give up. We work hard to keep our culture alive so that we can keep passing it down.

The situation in Israel and Palestine is/has always been messy. It’s like a pressure pot- every little issue and conflict has been cooking up for some time. And every once in a while someone will let some steam out- to help let out some pressure but if you keep it covered and not let out the pressure, well it’s all going to build up and explode. And il that’s what’s happening here. That’s what we’re seeing now. This is the aftermath.

So to answer your question- I’m “pro Israel”: I think that Israelites have the right to live there. It’s their home. They did not colonize it. It is also not an apartheid state. Really people- please read a dictionary to understand these terms that you keep throwing out. Gaza’s government has been unstable for some time and it did eventually fell to hamas control sometime earlier 2000’s(?) for those who don’t know and or still in denial about what they really are- hamas is a terrorist organization. They’re not a resistance group of freedom fighters “fighting to save their people” cuz they don’t give a damn about their own people. They a literally using their own civilians as human shields. They’re stealing resources that’s mental for the civilians and using it themselves.

Also quick question(s) but why is Israel getting blasted for defending themselves after Oct 7? Is anyone gonna call out the other neighboring countries for how they are handling the situation- why aren’t they opening up their borders for refugees? Also why are most of y’all blaming Israel citizens and well- Jewish people in general- i mean I know the answer to this (*cough* most of y’all hate Jews and are using this as a reason to unmask yourselves).

I honestly could keep going- I’ve mostly kept this to myself, so it’s building up, but to be “nice” I’m gonna stop there for now. I don’t know what your “stance” is and I really don’t care per se- the whole situation has been stressing me out like crazy. If you don’t like my answer to bad so sad- I’m no one’s “good Jew”. If you or anyone have any questions you can ask but if you say some antisemitic crap I will block you and depending on my mood- call you out on it too. Have a happy holiday.

Am Yisrael Chai

[kithtaehyung]

drabble: you’re next (3tan) (m) | myg

drabble: you’re next | part one pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: three tangerines | fall drabbles masterlist | submit! rating/genre: m (18+) ; fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: after you get the texts from yoongi, you continue to keep goading him. little do you know that he’s still at the festival. because your brother is the only one that left. note: so… this is part 2 to the first fall drabble apple bobbing bc of this post. y’all are spoiled af what am i gonna do with you all lolll note 2: if you haven’t read the three tangerines series yet, i highly encourage you to! the side characters would make a lot more sense :D also this is unedited LOL warnings: language, dirty talk, fingering, tae is best boy, oral (f rec), haunted house, yoongi on the phone lol i’m sorry, spanking, edging, yoongi is rude?? drop date: october 13th, 2022, 9:07pm est word count: 4.5k lolll

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Yoongi [8:20pm]: You’re next :))

Shaken, you stash your phone, a large hand clapping on your shoulder the second thing that makes you yelp.

Tae’s concern is ruined by a giggle, “You okay? This room’s empty.”

“Says you,” you scoff, “Y’all just went too fast.”

He looks around, taking in the boarded up walls and funhouse mirrors shrouded in dark cloth. More random roars and screams echo throughout the building, but neither of you are deterred.

“Well. Unlike you, I’m not scared of my reflection.”

Ass! Feigning a pout, you charge ahead of his laughs, “Yeah, whatever. Let’s go.”

“What did he send you?”

“Huh?”

Taehyung easily catches up to your still form with confident strides, pointing at your bag. “I saw that,” he reveals through a smirk. “No way it could’ve been anyone else.”

Damn it.

The group behind you sounds close, so you and Tae make your way through a hallway of webs while you admit,

“He sent a fucking photo.”

“Of himself?”

“Yeah.”

Taehyung brushes a dangling cobweb as he has to crouch, voice is so deep that you have to lean in to hear, “That’s actually shocking.”

“I know!” you exclaim in a whisper. “That’s why I’m slightly freaked out.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“He—Fuck!”

The puff of air that shoots right into your side makes you collide into your friend, and he catches you with strong arms while blowing out amusement.

“Shut up.”

“I’ve never seen you this jumpy!” He lets out another laugh as you leave the air-filled corridor and enter another dark room. “It’s so cute.”

“I just. He just.” You sigh, fishing out your phone to show him the thread because you can’t bring yourself to repeat it out loud.

And as soon as Taehyung sees both the picture and the text, his face releases a whole flurry of butterflies across your chest.

“That’s the scariest thing I’ve seen all day.”

“See? What the fuck.”

“You’re in more trouble than I thought.”

You groan, pocketing your phone and hearing Yuri’s scream a few rooms away, the telltale giggles following right after.

Dom also cusses so loud that both you and Taehyung burst into laughter yourselves.

Maybe Yoongi’s texts showed up on their phones, too. Since that’s the only frightening thing you can think of right now.

“What’re you gonna say?”

“Absolutely nothing,” you claim, eyes darting to the hisses and squawks around the glowing area. There’s no way you can respond right now, especially since he’s walking around with your brother.

“Why not?”

“You know exactly why!”

“Damn,” Taehyung comments, drawing out the syllable to try and guilt you. “He eyefucks you and you leave him hanging…”

“Tae!”

“I’m sorry, did we look at the same picture? He even—”

You launch yourself in an attempt to cover his mouth, but he easily swats your arms away.

“He”—a muffled giggle—“Even gave you tongue—”

Your groan is more like a cry this time as you shut your eyes in defeat, the picture already burned so hard into your vision that you still see it.

Because fucking hell, Yoongi knows what he did.

Footsteps and chatter approach from behind again, so you and Tae move forward while steam escapes your ears.

“Just send one thing.”

“No.”

“He clearly sent that without remorse,” he notes, and the bubbling sounds of a cauldron are all you get in warning before a humongous witch charges out of nowhere.

Shrieking.

Both you and Tae yell in response, amused at how smushed together and bent backwards you are when the worker retreats into her station.

“I did not expect her to be seven feet tall.”

“I’m gonna ask her out.”

After you head into the next room—adrenaline spiked into the ceiling—your friend reminds you of his persistence.

“Humor me,” he starts, and you tilt your head with lips pursed. “He’d lose his shit!”

“What do I even send?”

“Whatever’s in your heart.”

“Wow.”

“Or your p—”

“Stop.”

While he laughs, you spot a tiny sign hovering over a dark door on your right.

Bathroom, you assume? Maybe for costume changes.

“Okay, fine,” you relent, taking out your phone and knowing this could be a super bad idea. “But I’m only sending this because I’m tired of you.”

“Whatever. You love being goaded.”

Staring at your thread, you walk forward with tiny steps, wondering what the hell to say.

His picture is certainly not helping.

The only thing you can come up with is your default. The same damn concept you fell back on at the booth. Because if your earlier taunt resulted in whatever fresh hell this was, you’re highly interested in seeing what your text will bring.

Huffing a frown at Taehyung, you show him what you wrote.

And he gives you a triumphant smirk in return.

You [8:30pm]: do it u won’t🙄

After you get through the haunted house, the street is a lot more crowded, with lights illuminating everyone’s heads and distinct festival sounds embedding in your ears.

Since all of you decide that the adrenaline and scare-induced laughter will quickly turn into hunger, you head to one of the food stalls calling your noses. Which is great timing because you need a good distraction.

Because ever since you sent the text, you’ve been checking your phone periodically, both relieved and anxious that Yoongi hasn’t replied. Like your mind can’t decide which outcome is better.

It’s only after you order and stand next to Tae that you feel a message come through.

And suddenly your bag weighs a ton.

You give your friend a look before you check it, and he watches as you clutch your phone a tad tighter.

Yoongi [8:45pm]: Wanna bet?

You [8:45pm]: omg u know u can’t

Yoongi [8:45pm]: Bet I can

What the hell? If he’s around your brother being this brazen then you’re full-on dreaming.

The wind picks up, and you shiver as you type your next message.

You [8:47pm]: ???

Yoongi [8:48pm]: He left lol. I’m with Jimin now

Oh.

Your brother left?

And Yoongi stayed?

…That changes things.

You [8:50pm]: just y’all?

Yoongi [8:52pm]: Yeah

Yoongi [8:53pm]: Rather it be just us though :\

Your phone damn near falls out of your hand.

Because this cannot be happening.

What kind of alternate reality did you step into? Why is he suddenly so forthcoming you want to hurl your device into the nearest bin?

Whatever it is, he needs to quit before you run out of air.

Humming, you grapple onto reality before diving into conversation with Tae.

“It’s just him and Jimin now.”

“Now what?”

“I dunno!” you whisper, appalled that he’s left you out to dry in the cold. “You’re the one that put me up to this.”

He laughs. “I just wanted to see what he’d say. I didn’t expect to get this far.”

Groaning, you look down at your texts, wondering what the hell to do.

You [8:55pm]: just us?🥺

Yoongi [8:56pm]: Acting cute won’t work today, doll

Yoongi [8:57pm]: Not after what you pulled

Well.

Shit.

Everyone else at this festival be damned.

You [9:00pm]: i don’t recall a thing

Yoongi [9:05pm]: Uh huh

Yoongi [9:05pm]: You’re just making it worse for yourself

As your other friends get their food, you watch them go to a table before you sigh,

“Wish I could see him.”

The words come out so naturally that you even surprise yourself.

And Taehyung’s smile can be heard in his voice when he replies,

“Then do that.”

“Not here,” you mutter. “There’s way too many people around.”

“So?” When you shoot him a rueful look, he cocks a brow. “Everyone’s just enjoying themselves. I can sit with them if you wanna find him.”

Your heart skips right into Tae’s hands.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Keep it quick, though,” he says, looking towards the table your friends huddle around, eating and finally quiet. “Even though they look beat. They could still be down for stuff.”

“We stayed up so late last night,” you explain through a smile. “Movie marathons are no joke at Reia’s place.”

“Wow, thanks for the invite.”

“We thought—Well, I thought you were busy.”

“Mm. Perhaps.”

You don’t know what you’d do without Taehyung in your life. If only you were able to pack him in your car to keep during your university days.

But alas. He’s here now. And being the most supportive of your sneaky ways as he can be.

After you go up to get your food, you hold the container in one hand while messaging. “Lemme see what he says.”

You [9:07pm]: prove it then

It doesn’t take long for him to answer.

Yoongi [9:09pm]: You sure?

You [9:09pm]: i got 15 min tops

Yoongi [9:10pm]: Lmaoo that’s plenty

Yoongi [9:11pm]: Call me when you dip

Can he get any more insufferable today?

That’s plenty? For what!

Nerves buzz as you and Tae make a plan before you walk off, hoping at least Dominique understands where you’re going.

Well. You’re gonna get an earful later either way. May as well make this fifteen minutes count.

But when you’re a safe distance away in the crowd, you ring him up, wondering what could possibly await you on the other side of the line.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Where are you?”

“By the food trucks.”

“Head towards the haunted house. There’s gonna be a churros stall on your left.”

A churros stall? You didn’t expect that.

“Okay.”

“You want anything?”

“No, it’s okay! I just got food.”

“K. We’ll be here.”

How you can instantly spot Yoongi in a crowd is always gonna be a mystery.

Even with his hood up and draped in dark colors, your eyes zero right onto him, watching as he grabs something from a vendor that turns incredibly shy.

And Yoongi swivels in time to see your smile of understanding, too far away to catch the way you cease breathing.

Which is good. He doesn’t need his ego inflated even more.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

Looking around, you take in the rest of the line and wonder, “Where’s Jimin?”

“Getting something else.”

Oh.

He leads you around the corner, settling into a space between the stalls only occupied by trash cans and trodden leaves. A tiny nook where you can pretend that you’re just hanging out with Yoongi like it’s the most normal thing.

And suddenly it’s your favorite area of the festival.

“Those smell so good,” you notice, mouth salivating as you lean on the warm side of the churro booth.

“Want some?”

“Nah. This was expensive enough.” Grabbing the wrapping, you look around at the people passing by.

Did you say no because you feel jittery enough standing here with him? Maybe. Because the butterflies in your stomach aren’t just from getting to spend alone time outside. Their wings are still dusting bits of paranoia along your rib cage.

“Suit yourself,” Yoongi tuts, getting a full bite while observing the night crowd. The crunch is enough to make you regret ordering the subpar meal you just paid for.

After the two of you get a few bites in, the sounds of cooking and games and voices fill the silence.

Before Yoongi disrupts with two words.

“Gimme some.”

“What?”

“Your food. Feed me some.”

You gawk, almost dropping the bite in your hand. “Umm, no?”

“Come on,” he persists with a lift of his cocky chin. “No one’ll notice.”

“Are you serious?” Alarmed, you swing your neck around to see if there’s anyone you suddenly know, senses on high alert. “People could see us—”

He.

Just took what was in your hand.

With his mouth.

As you still feel the cold air where his lips touched your fingers, he swallows in triumph. “Said you were next.”

This entire night is a fever dream.

You don’t even know what to say, much less do. Your head is literally quite empty, and any brain cell you can find seems to be focused on one thing and one thing only.

“Yoongi, I swear…”

“What?” He laughs. “Thought I was talking about something else?”

“I…” Blinking, you look at his unfinished churros. “Didn’t know what to think, honestly.”

He hands you his container while taking yours. “Didn’t even send a pic back,” he points out, and you think you hear a smidge of pout in his words.

Of course you weren’t gonna. But you only offer an excuse, “It was dark in there.”

“Just one,” he says, leaning onto the stall next to you. “Just once.”

After a moment of silence, he tacks on,

“Of your ass.”

“Yoongi.”

He’s laughing! You’re drowning in complete shock and suffering and he’s full on elated.

You’ve never seen him like this. Even if you were mad at him, you’d still smile. “What’s up with you today?”

Is it the season? The weather change? There has to be something about today that’s responsible for his mood. And you want to thank whatever it is until it gets tired of you.

Yoongi just looks at you with creased eyes before huffing. “You really got me at that damn booth.”

Oh. That’s not possible.

There’s no way all of this is because of something you said.

You look away with a shy curve of your lips. “Yeah, well. You got me, too.” Turning, you poke his chest with a nail. “So this isn’t over.”

“The hell it isn’t.”

You expected something completely different to happen in these fifteen minutes, but you’re enjoying yourself as is, just hanging out and eating outside.

And Yoongi’s the happiest you’ve ever seen him.

Any amount of time to witness him like this is already worth it.

Your bag buzzes, and both you and Yoongi look down at the sound.

Taeee😪 [9:17pm]: Take your time. They left and I’m gonna do the haunted house with Jimin.

Wait.

They left?

How the hell did Tae swing that?

You [9:18pm]: they left??

Taeee😪 [9:17pm]: Yeah. I told them I’d take you back to Reia’s when we were done here.

Ten-thousand lunches.

You owe him ten-thousand, very good lunches.

Every single thought in your body enlarges, crowding you to the brim with excitement and outright giddiness.

Time. You get so much more time.

But the logical side of your brain is quick to remind you: you’re still out in public. There’s a chance that people can still see you out with Yoongi, especially the people looking to hang out with him, too.

All this opportunity, but what do you do? What even can you do?

“Need to go?”

You quickly tear away from your phone, and the guarded look on Yoongi’s face makes you feel the guiltiest you’ve felt in awhile. Because you’re positive your expression is giving away the conflict raging through your brain.

“No, I…”

You didn’t like that look. Not one bit.

But what do you do? What can you and Yoongi… do…

Looking back down at your text, you realize.

The answer is right there.

Immediately, you snap your gaze back to him and blurt, “Do the haunted house with me.”

“Huh?”

“Or, us. Jimin and Tae are going.”

Yoongi switches from wary to defeated when he sighs. “Don’t make me do that.”

“Why not?”

When he looks away, his lips slip into a curve of regret. “Cus fuck that. But I’m gonna if you want me to.”

Your heart throbs.

As much as you wanna see him go through the house, the ultimate plan is something else entirely. But that’ll be kept under wraps to keep it a surprise. “I’ll protect you,” is all you decide to pledge.

“I wasn’t kidding. I’ll swing.”

“No need! It’s not even a scary one.”

He gives you a look of disbelief. “If you’re lying I’m leaving your ass.”

“Rude? Trust me.”

You await his answer, not wanting to push too hard if he really doesn’t wanna do it. Obviously, you don’t wanna unearth any potential trauma or whatever. You’re totally fine coming up with something else.

But he just aims slitted eyes your way. “Fine.”

Laughing at his fake leer, you tell him he’ll be alright.

If you can get him into the haunted house, you’re golden.

All you gotta do is get him past the witch.

After twenty minutes—thanks to a Jimin that roped you into the front of the line—you’re almost there.

But the journey proves just as naughty as your destination.

“Yoongi!” you whisper, moving your ass away from another playful grab. “Stop!”

His laughs in the dark are much more potent. “Why.”

“What if someone sees?”

“All they’d do is agree with me,” Yoongi confidently answers in a low tone, and you can only see a sliver of his side profile thanks to his hood still up. “It’s too nice in that skirt.”

If only you remembered the webbed hallway as well as you recalled the hidden bathroom’s location. You ended up getting the same puff of air on your ear, which caused you to flinch sideways into him.

But unlike Taehyung who just laughed, Yoongi seized the opportunity to also hold you against him before letting go, slapping your ass to move you forward.

And paired with the darkness, your weak scoldings have only made him bolder since then. You yourself almost break before you even make it to the witch’s room.

But you hold on, cackling as much as the towering woman yourself when you see Yoongi’s fists challenge her rapid approach. When you feel him clutch your arms while trying to suppress a grin, you only laugh even harder, loving how unfiltered his actions are.

It’s almost like…

There it is. The tiny bathroom sign behind a wall of curtains in the next room.

Yoongi’s already surveying the dark for another scare, completely oblivious to your devious plan. “I swear if there’s something in here, too—”

“Come here,” you whisper, grabbing his hand.

He only looks at the contact before eyeing you, and you bite your lip to keep yourself in check, not saying another word while leading him to the hidden door.

When he catches on, the look he gives you is devilish.

“Nu uh.”

Your curve only gets wider as you check the narrow space between the curtains at the door, parting the heavy material enough to get by and head into the empty restroom.

Aside from knocking on Yoongi’s door and asking him to fuck you, this is the second most daring thing you’ve done in awhile. And your stomach has almost the same type of twists as before. Just minus the fear of rejection and broken self-confi—

Closing the door behind him in a rush, Yoongi twists your body to pin you against the nearest wall, not even bothering to turn on the light.  

Which makes his low, gravelly question twenty times worse,

“You plan this?”

Heart pulsing wild, you squish your lips before admitting, “Maybe.”

“That’s hot as fuck.”

Your mouth is smushed as you bang against the plaster, and you run your fingers along his neck while licking cinnamon and sugar off his tongue.

“Someone might use it, though,” you warn between hard kisses. “We can’t be here long.”

He wedges a thigh in between your legs before giving your side a spank. “Then hurry up. No shy shit this time.”

Moan muffled, you roll against him, the thrill of being exactly where you shouldn’t be fueling your thrusts.

Because you shouldn’t have done this.

Oh god, why the hell did you sneak in here employees could come in at any se—

“Is that all you got, baby girl?”

Fuck, his voice got a lot closer to your ear.

When you swallow, he continues with an insult,

“What a shame. Thought I taught you better than that.”

“Fuck—”

Yoongi grabs the back of your neck before devouring your lips again, tongue flicking yours while a hand wanders along your leg, your side, your ass. When he clutches what he can in his palm, he guides you in a rhythm that matches the thrusts of his mouth, and you practically melt right onto his jeans.

“There you go,” he praises, chuckling right after. “Goddamn, I wanna taste you.”

His name escapes you in a gasp. Because you feel like you’re already pushing it as is. Shit, you need to wrap this the hell up.

Shivering with nerves, you whisper, “I don’t think we can.”

If only your body followed the same rules as your brain. It’s only staying still as Yoongi loops a finger into the hem of your bottoms, shivering when he tugs you forward, and responding when he claims your lips again.

“We can.”

“You sure?”

“This won’t take long.”

His last kiss steals not only your breath, but any other arguments on your lips.

“Okay,” you whisper, hearing the sounds of the haunted house right outside the door. “Okay.”

“Now cover your mouth, doll,” he orders while dropping to the ground. Swinging a shaking leg over his shoulder, he sounds frighteningly close to your soaked panties. “You’re gonna scream.”

“We—”

Your only other warning is a finger shifting your thong—hot, determined tongue replacing it while a rough hand holds your leg in place.

Holy fuck.

You buck forward on contact, yell pushing through your fingers as a strong hum instead.

And he doesn’t say anything else as he feasts, licking along your cunt and grabbing the side of your ass with his free hand. Darkness takes away your vision but heightens everything else, and you’ve never heard dirty sounds so crystal clear. 

He’s right. This isn’t gonna take you much longer. 

It’s more than obvious he’s done this countless times before. 

Your legs dissolve into jelly when he sucks, but you feel your knees give out when the lightest of kisses are planted against your nub. Again. And again.

When did your fingers get tangled in his hair? When did your leg lock so hard you don’t feel it anymore? You don’t know. You don’t care. All you know is to rock forward, controlled by the single string that is his tongue.

Until he adds two knuckles, rubbing them against your clit and making you flinch.

A dark rumble thrums against your cunt, and you feel his body shift to… a standing position?

No no no.

“That’s all you get, baby girl.”

“What?”

“You said we had to hurry.”

“You said it wouldn’t take long!”

“Did I lie?”  

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, ragged. “I’m so close, fuck.”

“Damn.” He brushes wet knuckles against your lips, and you groan at the taste. “That sucks.”

“Yoongi, I swear to god.”

“You said we had to go.”

“I… You…” Your cunt is throbbing so hard you feel like crying. “Don’t make me do it myself.”

He gets in close, heady scent of his breath pooling across your face. “Poor baby,” he teases, one finger jolting you upward with a single, soft touch to your slit. When he slaps your cunt instead of anything else, you whine before he slips vengeance in your ear,

“You get me wet, I do the same. It’s only fair.”

Your fingers find his sleeves immediately. “This isn’t fair and you know it.”

“You’re the one that brought me in here,” he parries, and you know for a fact he’s smirking. “And I told you it wasn’t over.”

“Please.” You try your absolute hardest to tighten your weak hold. “We don’t have time to fight.”

“Fight about what?”

“Make me come, baby,” you plead with your whole chest, not wanting to play a single game anymore. “I’ll do anything, just—”

A knuckle grazes your clit, and your moan isn’t stifled by a hand this time.

Oh shit that had to be too loud—

A large palm covers your mouth before two fingers slip between your folds, and your second scream is thoroughly muffled.

“You’re lucky I fucking love when you come,” Yoongi rasps in your ear, his fingers hitting spots that light the room with stars. “That’s what’s unfair.”

Your eyes squeeze shut while you thrust against his digits, feeling the end fast approaching and outright yelling into his warm hand.

“Better hurry, doll.” His breath comes out in a slow laugh. “Unless you wanna get caught. Is that what you want?”

You shake your head, knowing that deep down, for some reason, the very idea makes your cunt throb even harder.

“No?”

Another shake.

“Then fucking come.”

His fingers lodge into your folds, spreading you open and causing your walls to flutter like mad.

And your body obeys at once, head thrown back and limbs locking, plaster and Yoongi’s fingers your only purchase from sinking to the ground. Swells of pleasure almost taken from you gush onto his digits, and his hum teeters on a growl against your cheek.

“So perfect.”

The dark continues to heighten every sense you have, and you turn your head to capture his lips before gasping for air.

Your pulses are still deep when he removes his fingers. And you already miss them as you try to straighten, legs wobbly and hands steadying on his arms.

His teasing laugh makes you pout. “You good?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Then let’s go.”

You feel him move away from you, and you decide then and there that you want more.

A lot more.

Panicked, yank him away from the door, reaching for his face and pulling him onto your lips. Bold. Risky. So unlike you.

But the dark heightens your courage as much as your senses. And something about him only focusing on you makes you want him more than ever.

Yoongi’s just as rushed this time. A myriad of flavors smears across your mouth, and his hot breaths sink wonderfully into your skin. Seconds, minutes, years. It doesn’t matter how much time you have now.

This tiny stretch of time has been a miracle, and you wanna stretch it out as long as you possibly can.

When he finally pulls away, he tells you he didn’t think you had this in you. When you admit that you just really missed him, he repeats the sentiment right back.

And when you tell him you have a bit more time left, he suggests that you all swing by another prize booth.

“What, you wanna win me something, too?”

“Nah.” He huffs a laugh, and his next sentence earns him a playful shove,

“I just wanna watch you lose.”

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[vminizzle]

SERIES || HOPE - JJK

Part 3 : a new chapter

pairing : husband!jungkook × f.reader

genre : smut, fluff, angst

warnings : pet names, slight dry humping, love making, penetration, unprotected sex, marking, praising, breeding kink, creampie

words count : 3k

A/N : hi my lovely people, I hope y’all doing good and spending a nice weekend. Thank you for reading the first and second part of this "series", I hope I won’t disappoint with this third part. I got feedbacks on the two other parts and I feel so happy about it. Guys, I ain’t lying when I say reading your comments make me happy asf. I mean it. Thank you for everything! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. Take care of yourselves, love you all so much. - sunny

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M RATED

THE NEXT DAY

“you ready?” Jungkook asked holding your hand.

You took a deep breath before nodding.

You were nervously standing in front of the villa front door, your friends probably doing their “everyday things” without doubting you were about to do your “comeback”.

Jungkook placed his hand on your lower back, a small gesture encouraging you to knock on the door.

You lifted your fist in the air, hesitating on knocking, many scenarios playing in your head.

“what if they hate me?” you whispered anxiously more to yourself.

“don’t say such a thing.” your husband tsked.

“they aren’t like that.” he turned your body around to face him.

He cupped your cheeks gently making you look up at him.

“C’mon, they missed you a lot. They’re gonna be happy to see you again.” he said before pecking your forehead.

You gulped before facing the door again, this time your fist coming in contact with it.

After a few seconds, a brown haired boy opened the door, a gasp escaping from his lips.

“y/n!” Hoseok said a big smile appearing on his face.

“I’m so happy to see you!” he grabbed you by your shoulders embracing you in a warm hug.

“Hoseok, I’m so happy to see you too.” your hands flew to his back to hug him tighter making him chuckle.

“oh, did you grow up?” he joked touching your head only to light up the mood more.

“Hey JK!” Hoseok said loudly making the concerned man grin.

“how you doin’ man?” he hugged his friend quickly.

“much better.” he smiled looking at you.

”please come in guys.” he moved to the side allowing Jungkook and you to enter the house.

Walking to the spacious living room, you were met with the familiar scenery :

Jimin laying on the couch with his phone, Taehyung sat down on the carpet with a drawing book, Yoongi headphones on with his laptop and Namjoon standing in front of the glass door, admiring whatever he was looking at.

Perhaps, the sunflowers Hoseok planted recently?

“guys we have visitors!”

Jimin looked up from his phone screen, his eyes widening as he jumped out the couch.

“y/n! You’re back!” he immediately took your in his arms.

Jin came out from the kitchen with furrowed eyebrows.

“and now why are you yelling?” he asked frustrated, he probably told the boys to be quiet for him to cook peacefully.

He opened his mouth surprised as he noticed you standing in the middle of the room.

“oh my- guys! y/n, is here!”

“no shit Sherlock.” Jungkook rolled his eyes teasingly to annoy him.

Taehyung stood up “we missed you so much, you can’t even imagine.”

You smiled at him, Jimin finally letting go of you.

“It’s nice to see you.” Yoongi walked to where you were standing and side hugged you.

“yea it’s nice to see you again y/n.” Namjoon approached, patting your shoulder.

Jimin looked at you with his teary eyes, a little smile decorating his lips.

“please don’t cry.” You pouted, your eyes getting teary again.

“And now how do you want me not to cry? I was worried, I didn’t see my best friend for about a month and you dare asking me that?” Jimin protested.

You lowered your head, feeling bad about making them feel like that.

You took him in your arms again “I’m so sorry, I feel so b-”

“please no. It’s ok, let’s no.” he said hugging you tightly making you chuckled.

Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi encircled you and Jimin in a big hug making Jungkook coughed.

“Well, I’m glad to see you too guys.” he said with a poker face making everyone laugh.

The boys ran to him greeting him.

“so how are you both?” Namjoon asked as he signaled you to sit on the couch.

You looked at Jungkook before clearing your voice.

“I’d really like to apologize to you guys.” you started catching everyone’s attention.

“I was being disrespectful toward you for the past few weeks-”

“what are you even talking about?” Jin cut you off with a serious face.

“Please guys, listen to me.” you asked making them nod.

“I feel bad for making you feel like I was ignoring you or whatever. It was selfish of me and .. I regret it. You guys didn’t do anything but be patient and kind to me. I don’t deserve you.” you sighed.

“It was my problem and I acted like it was your fault or I don’t know… i just .. I’m so sorry, please accept my apologies.” you looked down.

It was silent for a moment. Jungkook took your hand in his gently, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

“y/n.” Jimin came to sit next to you.

“please don’t apologize. You don’t have to. It’s understandable. We aren’t mad at you or whatever you´ve had thought. We were just worried and nothing more. We missed you but never we’ve been mad at you during that period. You needed time for yourself, to recover and to take care of yourself. And you do deserve us, yea?” he said putting his hand on your shoulder making you look at him.

“thank you so much guys.” you wiped your tears with the back of your hand.

Jungkook got up clapping his hands “well, big hug?” he smiled widely.

“big hug!” Hoseok screamed making everyone laugh.

The rest of the day flew so fast, you spent your time talking about what the guys have been doing during this long month while eating Jin’s new recipe, which was just heaven for mouth.

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4 MONTHS LATER

“ahhh what a nice evening.” you hummed as you took off your coat throwing it in the nearest surface.

“I agree. It was pleasant.” Jungkook said making you nod as you let your body fall back on the couch.

“And the food was just.. delicious!” you exclaimed as your took your shoes off, closing your eyes.

“I’m sure of one thing, I’ll go to that restaurant again.” Jungkook affirmed.

“You good?” He asked as he approached you.

You opened your eyes smiling “yea.” you patted the space next to you telling your husband to sit.

“I love you.” you laid your head on his shoulder making him smile.

“I love you more Mrs. Jeon.” he kissed your forehead making you giggle.

After some good minutes, Jungkook shifted in his place making you look at him.

“y/n.” he started a bit nervous.

“let’s try again.” he whispered hesitantly.

You stared at him speechless. You just couldn’t think straight at the sudden demand.

“I mean.. no.. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t had asked that now.” he immediately said waving awkwardly.

You blinked several times before taking his hands in yours on your lap.

”Jungkook.“ you whispered making him look at you, his eyes full of regret.

”I’m sorry, I asked and I didn’t even know if you’re ready or if you still want or if-“ you put your finger on his mouth stopping his blabbing.

You chuckled at his confused face ”don’t apologize, I want it.“ you said.

”I’m not forcing you y/n-”

“i know. I just, you know, I’ve been thinking about it these days.. about trying again." you confessed making him let a deep breath out.

“I thought I pressured you.” he put his hand on his chest.

“what? no.” you laughed.

You turned your body completely to face him.

“I want to have a baby with you.” you took his face in your hands, pecking his lips quickly leaving the man speechless.

“gosh I love you.” he breathed out making you laughed.

You stood up taking his hand in the process and lead him to the bedroom upstairs.

You closed the door behind you as you walk into the bedroom with your husband.

Your hands were flat against his shirt-covered chest making you feel how strong he was.

Jungkook stared down at you as you unbuttoned the shirt’s buttons painfully slow.

You looked up at him surprised as he suddenly grab you by your hips pulling you closer to him.

“stop teasing love.” he groaned making you bit your bottom lip.

“I’m not.” you smirked before yanking his black shirt off, dropping it in the carpeted floor.

He smirked back turning your body around before pushing your hips back against him, making you feel how hard he was.

“I’m trying to be patient, but you see it’s getting harder.” he murmured into your ear before biting your earlobe making you moan softly, the sound, a melody to him.

His large hands went on your stomach, sliding down to your thighs, lower until they reached the end of your dress.

“May I?” he waited for your consent until you murmured a little “yes”.

Jungkook kissed your neck as he slid your dress up, but before he could continue you grab his hands “wait.”

“what is it? did I do something?” he looked at you worried making you shook your head.

“nah but you’ll ruin my dress if you take it off like that, the zipper is just right there.” you pointed to the side of the dress.

“oh man, you serious right now?” he closed his eyes sighing.

“hey hey I love that dress!” you slapped his chest making him laugh.

“ok ok m’aam, I will take it off properly then .” he lifted an eyebrow up making you grin.

“go on mister.”

One of his hand was resting on your waist as the other one went to the zipper dragging it down slowly revealing your soft skin.

You helped him remove the dress, still caring about the precious material, making your husband roll his eyes.

Leaving you in your black lingerie, Jungkook had to hold himself from drooling before the beauty standing in front of him.

“fuck, you look so good”.

You hid your face behind your hands “stop it please.”

“no. you really look like a goddess darling.” he licked his lips.

“thank you.” you hugged him.

He patted your head before sighing.

“y’know we’re supposed to make a baby.” he joked.

You parted away pinching his side making him wince “I was joking.”

You put your hands around his neck “now come here.” you pulled him down for a kiss.

He pulled you against him, feeling his warm skin against yours.

Your hands cascaded down his stomach until they reached his belt, you broke the kiss, looking up at him waiting for his consent.

“go on darling.” he caressed your cheek.

Without hesitating you unbuckled his belt pushing his pant down as he stepped out of it.

You walked him backward to the bed making him sit on the edge.

He made you sit on his lap, resting his hands on top of your thighs.

“I can’t wait to show you how much I love you.”

“don’t waste time then.” you put your hands on his shoulders, leaning into his neck to place soft kisses.

“show me how much you love me.” you said making him closed his eyes.

“show me how much you want me.” you bit his neck teasingly

You didn’t know where this boost of confidence came from but it felt so good.

“fuck.” his hands gripped the flesh of your thighs tightly as you started grinding on his confined bulge.

“enough.” he groaned stilling your hips.

“I can’t anymore.” he said impatient before switching position, laying you on your back and getting on top of you.

He leaned down, capturing your lips into a sweet kiss.

His hands went behind your back trying to take your bra off.

After all these years, Jungkook kept on struggling with it. You chuckled sitting up and unhook the material that annoyed your husband.

“there you go.” you discarded the bra on the pile of clothes near the bed.

He sighed “next time I’ll get it.” he pecked your lips.

Jungkook pushed you on your back gently again, lowering himself on you.

He started leaving wet little kisses between the valley of your breasts, his hands on each sides of your hips as he kept on going down slowly.

You could felt butterflies in your stomach as his mouth arrived near your navel.

“you’re so pretty, look at you.” he murmured against your skin, goosebumps raising at the praises.

You moaned when he bit the inside of your left thigh. His fingers started playing with the waistband of your panties.

“please take it off.” you whined getting impatient.

“as you wish.” Jungkook executed.

He was about to kiss higher when you pulled on his hair “what is it?” He asked confused.

“please let’s skip foreplay, I need you.” you pleaded.

“so eager huh.” Jungkook teased making you roll your eyes before you pulled him up by his arm.

“please.” you closed your eyes desperately.

He bit back a smile.

“fine fine.” he finally decided to get rid of his boxer, letting him bare on top of you.

He positioned himself in between your legs, rubbing his cock between your glistening lips.

“stop teasing.” you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows angrily.

“don’t make that face babe, you look nothing but adorable.” he pinched your cheek.

“Stop it Kook!” you slapped his back making him laugh.

“fine.” he grinned.

“are you ready my love?” he aligned himself at your entrance, now looking at you carefully.

You nodded holding his bicep tightly as he entered you painfully slow.

“fuck.” Jungkook groaned as he lowered his head into the crook of your neck.

“you’re so tight.” he breathed out before looking up at your face.

Your eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed, your lips ajar as you tried to divert your mind off the painful feeling down there.

“you good princess?” he kissed your cheek.

“please move.” you whined.

Jungkook started moving in and out making you bite your bottom lip hard.

“you feel so good.” he panted as he picked up the pace making you moan.

“don’t stop oh my- faster!” you demanded as he hit that spot that could make you see stars again and again.

It’s been so long since the two of you had this intimate moment.

You needed that.

You needed to feel each others again, you needed to find yourselves.

“fuck! yes like that!” You threw your head back as he grabbed one of your thigh to lift your leg a bit higher so he could reach deeper inside you.

“Jungkook! right there!”

“fuck I love it when you moan my name like that!” he moaned.

“do I make you feel good sweetheart?” he said before sucking on your sweet spot.

Your hands travelled to his muscular back burying your nails into his flesh as they form little crescents.

The burning sensation sending pleasure to the man as he left a love bite in your neck making you sob, your head spinning as your body received pleasure from everywhere.

From his rough hands caressing your sides, his lips doing wonders onto your neck and collarbones, his hips moving more and more harder into yours making you feel like lightheaded.

“I’m close!” you cried out.

Jungkook looked down at you with lust, you looked so ruined.

The man above you bit his lips, the view too attractive, he loved seeing you like this.

You gasped as you felt his fingers travelling down between your bodies to rub on the bud of nerves helping you reach your high easily.

You involuntary tightened around him making him moan loudly.

“I can’t- fuck it I’m close too.” he let out.

He held your hips strongly as he thrust faster and faster.

“I’m gonna put my babies into you f-fuck and make you the mother of my children. You want that my love?” Jungkook said, lust fogging his mind.

Your walls started convulsing around him, your climax nearer.

He held your hands, placing them at each sides of your head as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You cried out as you came around him.

Your hold tightening his hands, your eyes closed tears escaping from them, the pleasure unbearable.

Your breathless moans pushed him over the edge as he cum inside you.

His hot cum warming you inside, filling you up to the brim.

“you’re gonna look so good with your belly swollen… carrying my child.” he whispered against your sweaty skin.

“I love you y/n.” he laid a gentle kiss on your throat.

“I love you Koo.” you smiled shyly as you caress his soft long curly hair.

After a few minutes, your husband helped cleaning you up and changing before laying next to you.

“thank you.” he suddenly said making you look at him curiously.

“what?”

“thank you for giving me a second chance.. for the bab-” you sat up furrowing your eyebrows.

“don’t you dare continue your sentence or I’ll cut your tits.” you menaced him making him sit up while laughing.

“I’m serious.” you slapped his shoulder.

“don’t say such things. I love you. Just let’s not.. hm? It’s a new chapter of our life now.” you took his hand in yours before laying a sweet kiss on it.

He just nodded looking at you lovingly.

“I’m so lucky to have you as my wife, my best friend. You’re really the best person I’ve ever met. I love you with all my soul.” he confessed in a breath.

You chuckled before hugging him tightly.

“you’re so precious. You’re the best husband ever. I love you more than anything Jungkook. I will always.” you kissed his soft lips making him hummed.

You both looked into each other’s eyes with tired smiles.

“now let’s go to sleep. You almost got me unconscious.” you joked making the man smirk.

“maybe I sh-”

“nah shut up.” you pulled him down with you as you lay your head on his chest comfortably.

“sweet dreams Mr. Jeon.”

“sleep well Mrs. Jeon.” he pecked your forehead before closing his eyes.

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[strwberri-milk]

hii! could you possibly do kaeya x reader where theyre exes but purposely try to make each other jealous (flirting/sleeping w other ppl) but they kinda both end up having sex (i feel like this is too specific sorry lol) 😭

i totally recommend you check out my little series on ao3 called amidst my memories bc its just. you and ex kaeya fucking but y’all get back together at the end :3 i haven’t really felt like writing smut so i’m not going to do it like super intensively BUT thankfully amidst my memory is just. porn with feelings

Unfortunately for the two of you you managed to retain a similar group of friends. All of your friends were mutual friends with the other which meant that you two saw each other pretty much constantly. It was also clear to everybody but yourselves but the two of you were nowhere near over the other person, trying to keep it low key to avoid annoying all of your friends, but struggling to actually do so with the way that the other person would always manage to be brought into the conversation if things got too quiet.

You both decided to stoop low pretty much immediately, trying to one up each other whenever you were in the same room. At this point your friends would just ignore the two of you as you “talked” to them - read: tried to brag about how someone hot hit on you or that you’re doing this really great thing that your ex wouldn’t let you do. It never mattered if it was true or not. As far as you were concerned all that mattered was that it pulled a reaction somehow.

One day Kaeya took it a step further, bringing a new date to a friendly outing with everyone. The tension in the air was palpable, so much so that his date came up with a weak excuse to leave as soon as they could. His friends pulled him aside to tell him what a stupid idea it was and your friends reassured you that he only did that to get on your nerves. You were fully aware that was true, but that didn’t stop you from fuming anyway, stopping him on his way out and demanding what he was trying to pull.

You ended up going back to his place, Kaeya citing that screaming at him in the middle of the street was probably not a good idea for anybody and your friends trying to convince you it wasn’t a good idea. The two of you broke up “mutually” supposedly, but neither of you actually wanted to leave. It was just a heat of the moment argument and nobody decided they wanted to admit they were wrong which lead you both here, making out against the wall of his bedroom as he desperately tried to grind your hips against his.

You can’t help the way you feel as his hands roam your body with a practised ease, heart fluttering at the thought that for whatever reason he still remembers everything you like. His lips dance across your skin as do his moans and you can’t help but return his enthusiasm with a harsh buck of your hips against him.

“Kaeya don’t-”

“I know what you’re going to say and I’m not going to tease you. It’s been too long for you since the last time we were together and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tears slip from your eyes and you try desperately to wipe them away, not expecting the soft touch of his fingers against your cheek. He lets you rest your face in his palm before surging forward to kiss him hard, erasing any thoughts he might have had on his mind.

It takes him no time to have you laying on your back, thighs clenching tightly over his hips as he leans over your body and fucks you roughly. His eyes roam your body hungrily, hair tossed over his shoulder so prettily it takes your breath away. You wish you could stare at him more, burn this image into your brain but the way the head of his cock hits against that spot that makes you see stars paired with the practised motions of his hand over your sex make it impossible for you to focus.

His breath heaves in your ear and you can hear him muttering your name under his breath like a prayer as he bends over you, sliding your hips up to rest on his thighs so he can keep you where he wants you, trying to make you cum before him. He doesn’t have to try hard, your body already so wound up from the looks he was giving you all evening.

When you finally cum all over him he cums immediately afterwards, moaning loudly at the feeling of your hole clenching over him so tightly he can barely move. He doesn’t pull out until a few minutes afterwards, shuddering as he litters more kisses against your skin. Wordlessly he asks you to stay the night and you respond in kind, melting into his bedsheets and letting him pull you into his chest.

[blues824]

I just thought of lilia with a female Solomon reader.

They both are immortal magic user's that can't cook they both seem shady (mostly Solomon ) and both are pranksters.

imagine how their always taking about the past or lilia being interested in her 72 demon pacts.

(The diasomnia dorm waving them going on dates instead of letting them cook because last time the spaghetti fought back💀)

This is so chaotic and I love it-

FEMALE READER

Lilia is happy that he has someone to relate to. Y’all have been alive for a while, and it only makes sense that you both tell the other about your individual lives. You both will casually hang out and have tea as you chat at each other’s dorms

You both are very clever pranksters. You applaud Lilia for his typical hang-up-side-down-and-scare-people gig, but you bring other ideas into the light and the former general is on-board with you.

You both do love to do a bit of teasing here and there, and especially when the teasing is directed towards each other. Other students either laugh it off or get annoyed, but neither of you care. 

Lilia has taken quite the interest in how you managed to make pacts with 72 demons. He is very impressed with your skill and your charisma. However, he is concerned about the terms and conditions of the deals.

Silver sees you as his mom, tbh. You’re dating his dad, and you seem to be a tad motherly towards him, so it makes sense. Malleus, too. Sebek, however, doesn’t seem to mind you but he doesn’t exactly like you, if you know what I mean.

The whole dorm volunteers to cook in place of you and Lilia. They don’t trust either of you in the kitchen, but none of you understand. You both love each other’s cooking, and you love to cook. Solution? Picnic dates! 

You both destress and make food to share with each other, even if no one else sits with you both to enjoy it. Then, you both pack the basket and set out to find a peaceful meadow where you can spend your time together in solitude.

No one in the Diasomnia dorm trusts you or Lilia to cook, let alone together, because last time the spaghetti fought back and the meatloaf blinked its eyes. So, you both aren’t allowed in the kitchen unless you’re cooking for yourselves. 

Other than that, Lilia loves you dearly. When he talks to the others, he refers to you as their mother or Mrs. Vanrouge, even though you aren’t even engaged… yet. To get him back, you would refer to him as your husband, and that begins another teasing war.

[babygirlgh0st]

Modern Leper

Summary; Despite living with Simon Riley for several months now, the intricacies of his mind still find ways to surprise you; Tonight is nothing new for either of you.  Word count; 2,245 A/N; This is the first fic I’ve actually finished and decided to post for CoD! I rarely ever post my writing, so forgive me if it isn’t the best. I just really love Ghost, and my fiance deals with night terrors and I saw an outlet and decided to run it into the ground with this. The relationship dynamic for them is something I cherish and is loosely inspired by this song. I could write a three hour power-point on all the trauma this man struggles with, but for now y’all gotta deal with my drabbling instead lmao. No beta we die like men. 

I’m also open to taking requests, if you have anything to offer me :>  Warnings; Vague mentions of past trauma/gore/death, night terrors, ambiguous and complex situationships, minor physical harm (unintentional), hurt/comfort. 

It had taken you months to finally convince Simon to move in with you, just like it had taken nearly a year for him to admit to your not-quite relationship. It was based on understanding more than love or romance; The common knowledge that you shared the same weight as the other, that your weird quirks were complimentary despite their usually volatile state. 

You both understood each other's needs, traumas, the baggage you both carried within yourselves that you’d yet to find the space to put down. He needed space and quiet, a silent companion who never seemed to judge him for whatever ailed him at any moment, and you had a supernatural ability to read him like a book and offer what you could when he needed it without a word being exchanged. It was an invaluable bond you two shared, not quite love, but not quite friendship. You just knew each other like you were one and the same, and found safety in that fact. He had grown to trust you, and you found solace with him, and you were relieved when he relented to moving into your sad one bedroom apartment. Filling some empty void that always seemed to follow you in life. 

You had been having such a nice dream, something warm and soft and honey sweet for once, when the yelling started. It dredged you from the depths of sleep, like ripping off a band-aid or throwing ice water down your shirt, and you blearily shot up in bed in surprise as you blinked into the dark of your shared bedroom, seeking its source.

Simon had warned you about his night terrors, but you hadn’t fully comprehended just how bad they could get sometimes. Yelling, screaming, pained moans and thrashing like he was an animal caged, feral and in desperate need to escape himself. He’d told you that there wasn’t much to do about them, and apologized when he said to just let him be until they were over. He’d even insisted on sleeping on the couch for several months upon moving in under the concern that he’d hurt you or cost you sleep, or god forbid traumatize you even further than your shared line of work already had. 

It took you a few moments to process that it was happening again, blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you watched Simon jerk in his sleep across the bed, sheets twisted around his limbs in a way that you found both angelic and heartbreaking in the moonlight from the window. You were sure there wasn’t a single way he could appear to you that you wouldn’t find beautiful, though you knew better than to voice those thoughts out loud. 

He remembered everything if he was woken up in the middle of a night terror, though waking him up while in one of his fits was a feat of its own. You had relented to leave him be and fight his demons in his dreams undisturbed, until the neighbors started to complain about the noise. It killed you to see the haunted, distant look he would always get the following morning if he didn’t sleep through it, but he understood that it couldn’t continue, not in your subpar apartment. After a few too many noise complaints, things had to change. 

“Simon?” You called softly, voice heavy with sleep as you shifted to face him, watching him for a few moments. You knew that pinched expression, visible even through his balaclava that his face was an image of agony. You’d never learned what he had been through- never anticipated you’d get to know- but it still made you question the poor man’s past as you watched him squirm and groan in pain in your sheets. 

“Simon,” you call his name more loudly this time, shifting closer to him on the bed as you did. 

You had never let go of the hope that maybe one day, you’d be able to soothe away his nightmares with just your voice. That your presence alone could banish the horrors that he hid inside of himself, the things he fought back during the day that he couldn’t run from at night. You prayed for a day when you could simply whisper sweet nothings to him, and ease his pain without having to wake him. 

It had yet to work despite your insistent efforts, and after a couple more minutes of soft crooning and attempts to console him with no changes in his behavior, you relented to the one trick you and Ghost had found to wake him up; Sternum rubs. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said as you always did, before shifting to get out of bed and walk around to his side of the mattress. He’d attempted to grab or punch you the few times you’d had to resort to this specific method in the past, and you couldn’t blame him for it; it was an agonizing sensation to experience, and he had always been adverse to physical contact regardless of whether or not he had just suffered a night terror. You couldn’t fault him for lashing out when you woke him from painful dreams in an equally as painful way, even if it cost you a few bruises. At least if you were standing, you had a better chance of moving out of reach when he did come to. With a sharp breath in, you lowered your knuckles down onto the solid muscle and bone of his sternum and pressed, dragging your fist across his chest.

It didn’t take long for him to let out a shuddering gasp, a choked yell of “Get the fuck off me!” following after. It left you flinching, startled by the outburst despite this situation not being a new one. His eyes flew open in shock as his hand locked tight, too tight around your wrist in a grip that brought a squeal to your lips. You knew by now it would leave bruises, the skin tight and twisted under his calloused palm as he ripped your hand off of him.  

“G-ghost! It’s me, it’s me,” you chanted, fear evident in your words as you tried to not struggle against his grip. You had never been able to get used to the violence in his awakenings, the way he would shudder and heave like he’d been shot. His eyes were frantic, manic as he stared at the room around him, at himself, at you as if he had never seen you before in his life, your words foreign in his ears. 

“Simon… It’s okay. You’re okay, you’re at ho-”

“Shut up.” 

He panted heavily, releasing your wrist from his ironclad grip as he shifted to sit up in the bed. His eyes were squeezed tight, hands reaching to cover his face as he tried to reorient himself to the waking world. His body shuddered and rattled as if still stuck inside of his dream, somewhere else, experiencing who knows what. You stood silently beside the bed as you watched him, letting him calm down in his own time.

It felt like a century before he spoke, but his words were much softer despite the way his hands trembled against himself. 

“...I’m sorry, love,” he mumbled, fingers rubbing at his eyes as he forced everything in his mind down into the trenches of himself. Hiding away from your concerned eyes as you watched him like a hawk. His scars throbbed, his skin still clinging to the feeling of blood and dirt and rot as if he had never showered since everything had happened to him. 

“It’s okay, Si,” you said quietly, finally letting yourself move, breathe, as you made your way back to your side of the bed and settled back into the sheets there. 

“You… Can I get you anything?” You offered, always trying to be helpful after an episode. Always supportive and gentle and quiet in his presence as he struggled to hold everything down like bile in the back of his throat, threatening to spill out. A mug of tea, an ear, a shoulder, a warm bath, it was always the same with you despite him always pushing you away every time. He usually settled for silence and nothing more, and this time didn’t seem any different. 

Simon finally pulled his hands from his face, blue eyes exhausted as he stared down at your red wrist with a look of heartbreaking guilt. You knew he was staring; he always did when he’d hurt you after this happened, guilty and pained as he struggled to chew and swallow the reality of once again doing the one thing he always told himself he wouldn’t. 

“I’ll get you some ice,” he offered, no room for argument in his words as he shifted out of bed with a groan and disappeared from the bedroom. Your hand cradled your inflamed wrist, and as you looked down at it you could already see the angry, finger-shaped signs of a bruise forming under your skin. 

He’d always shown his care through action, insisting he was bad with words and worse with touch, so he settled on the little things to try and bring his affections across to you. Grabbing things that were too high for you to reach, doing the extra steps to make whatever task you had at hand that much easier, bringing you small souvenirs when he went on an assignment that you couldn’t follow him on. 

He returns with a deep rooted sadness in his eyes, silently asking for your injured hand as he goes to wrap a bag of frozen peas around it like you were made of glass; something so fragile, so delicate. It felt wrong to feel you in his hands, no matter how careful he swore to be with you, the feeling of staining or breaking you never leaving the back of his mind as he iced the wound he’d caused.

“Really, it’s okay,” you reassured him a second time, offering him a gentle smile as you let him ice your wrist for you. It felt like he was licking a wound like a dog, trying to erase the accidental damage he caused like he always tried with himself. He only offers you a curt nod at your words, and once he’s decided your wrist is sufficiently encased in the frozen peas does he let you go and return to his spot in the bed. 

“It was the coffin, this time,” he says in a low voice, rough from yelling and the cigarettes he tended to chain-smoke every second he was off base and out of your shared home. 

You turn to stare at him in surprise, not expecting him to be open about what happened as your mind reeled from just that one sentence. He stares down at his hands in his lap as he speaks, but you can tell his eyes are looking at something beyond your gaze. 

“It… Isn’t the worst one, but it’s still not great.” Simon laughs bitterly, shaking his head to try and rid his mind of the memories. Some part of him still felt like he was stuck down there trying to claw himself out, nothing but the rotten bones of someone else to help him along. 

You aren’t sure what to say in response. A part of you wants to pry, to take the mile he’s offered with the inch given and see what horrible things seem to follow him like a shadow, but you can’t bring yourself to respond. Instead, you open your arms to him, head cocked to the side in question. 

A hug. Simple, easy, comforting- For you at least. He looks up at you quietly for a few moments, the air easy and calmer in the space between you both as he considers your offer. His eyes are raw and wet when he finally relents, folding himself easily into your arms. 

You make a point of ignoring the way his shoulders silently shake as he presses himself against you, his own arms going to loop around your waist with that same fragile care he’s always given to just you. An olive branch in the distance he always held between you, for his safety or your own you weren’t sure. You accept it all the same though, hands light and gentle as they go to rest against the back of his head, his shoulders, his spine; petting him like a wounded dog, some poor pet dying on the side of the road. 

“You’re safe now, love,” You whisper in hesitance, body wound tight like a live wire as you wait to do something you shouldn't, cross some unspoken boundary you weren’t able to pick up on in this uncharted territory; But the moment never comes. His shoulders still shake, his face finding refuge in the pulse point between shoulder and throat, and you both act like your skin isn’t damp as you let him hide inside of you. 

You don’t think you’ll ever find the right word for what you two have. It felt like something too delicate, too raw and wounded to be love, but it felt like it went deeper than just simple understanding. Beyond the realms of your minds or bodies, beyond the atrocities the two of you had both committed and been subjected to. 

All that really matters to you though is that he trusts you, and you trust him, and you decide that that is all that matters. 

[rhodesrider]

Brothers…

CG!Jey Uso x Little!Fem!Reader || CG! Jimmy Uso x Middle! Dasha (OC)

Warnings: Age regression, constant fighting (Acts that came from the result of the RR 2024), affirmations, mentions of kitchen knife, slight cussing

Minors DNI 18+

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The twins both glare at each other as they sat across from each other. Not once have they broken eye contact, both remembering the showdown on Saturday before the other number came in. Both Y/N and Dasha both sat on the larger couch in the middle of the room a bit nervous to even say anything. Dasha looked over at Jimmy seeing his deadly glare, Y/N glanced usually seeing Jey in cheerful moods but it just seems so different it scared her some. Dasha sighed and grabbed her carebear sunshine and threw it straight at Jimmy. Y/N tried to stop her quick but it was too late, she launched it at Jimmy and soon saw it was caught while still having the stare down. “Princess no throwing things.” He said low as he mauled his brother with his eyes. “I’m trying to enjoy my play date with my bestie and you are acting like a butt.” She pouted. Soon Jey snapped out of it looking at Y/N, seeing the look on her face displeased him. Dasha rolled her eyes and grabbed Y/Ns hand taking her to her playroom. “Hopefully you two don’t kill yourselves.” She muttered as they went upstairs. Jey sat back in his chair, sighing at his actions seeing that it made Y/N upset. “Damn you can’t even be a good care-“ “You finish that sentence y’all gone need another table uce.” Jey hissed at Jimmy. Jimmy just smirked. “Oh so you dealing with Dasha like that made you Daddy of the year?” Jey confronted. Jimmy rolled his eyes but also remembered the look and words that Dasha gave. “Well it’s yo fault.” Jimmy said trying to put blame on his brother. Jey just gave him a look and sighed in defeat. “Shut up man.” “Don’t tell me to shut up.” At this point it’s sibling banter and they are gonna continue this for a while. Y/N was still listening in.

“Y/N you wanna have a tea party? Jimmy finally let me get a kettle in my playroom! I just have to be careful.” Y/N didn’t say a word while sitting on the highest step just listening to them. “I miss it when they were friends…” Y/N held on to her teddy bear sighing remembering when Jey was in the bloodline and they were getting along. It’s kind of confusing and too much for her now. Dasha sympathized with her. “I know, Daddy has been so different since working with uncle Roman more and uncle solo. But it’s their job. He doesn’t wanna let family down…” “He let his brother down.” Y/N mumbled. Dasha doesn’t agree with all the bloodline does, so again she understood where Y/N came from. “Hey I know, wanna have a picnic outside?” Dasha smiled. “You think right now is the perfect time to have a lunch?” Y/N asked. “It’s the perfect time sweetie.” She smirked having a great idea.

After a while of silence, the twins were wondering what the girls were up to. They soon saw them running down the stairs with tablecloths and a white basket. “No running.” Jimmy voiced and they slowed down. “What are y’all up to anyway?” Jey asked. “Picnic.” Dasha said plainly and continued to get ready. Y/N did the same and got up ingredients for the food they were gonna make. “Do y’all need some-“ “No.” The girls said in sync and the twins looked at each other. Not in a murder way but a concerned daddy way. “Ok…y’all call us if you need us.” They continued to get stuff together, Dasha was the oldest in her headspace so she handled sharp stuff. She grabbed a big knife though and Jimmy jumped up going to her. “Babygirl here’s a butter knife.” “But I can’t cut the sandwiches with this daddy.” “I’ll cut the sandwiches then I just don’t want you hurting yourself mamas.” She nodded and got a kiss on her forehead. Dasha sent a small signal to Y/N and soon she went to climb the counter. Jey quickly ran to get her down. “Baby why?” “I need to get the peanut butter for the ants on a log.” Jey sighed and got the peanut butter down for her, “Next time princess asked for me not just do it yourself, I don’t want you hurt.” Jey smiled. She nodded. “Can you help me with my sandwiches and treat please papa?” Y/N smiled. Jey glanced at Jimmy who wasn’t even worried about him anymore. He was busy helping Dasha and praising her on the amounts of food she’s measuring right. Jey nodded and helped her on the other side of the kitchen.

Dasha and Y/N placed the food outside after the twins helped them set up. “Y’all made a lot of food.” Jimmy said a bit hungry himself. Y/N sat her teddy down in a chair next to her. “Yea we did.” Dasha said glancing at him while putting on her tiara. “We could join y’all if you want.” Jey suggested. “Sure just don’t start fighting? Unless you can’t do that.” Dasha said and sat down. Jimmy saw that a bit unfair looking at Jey, “Come on mamas.” “No there is no come on, you two fight more than me and Angelica. Either you two stop bickering and sit with us, or you go back in the house and fight.” Dasha voiced. Y/N looked at Jey, he looked back and sighed. “Jimmy, I know you don’t like me right now but it’s for the girls…” Jimmy looked at Dasha who gave him the ultimatum and sipped out her cup. “Fine…” “What was that?” Jey asked. “I’ll do it. But this don’t change anything-“ “Please Mister Jimmy…” Y/N said low playing with her shirt just wanting them to get along for now. Jey saw the look in her eyes and sat down across from Y/N. “Come on man.” Jimmy sighed and went to sit next to his brother. “Is that turkey?” Jimmy asked getting a nod from Dasha and getting the sandwich. At first it was awkward, but then they started laughing, telling stories on old times of fighting together and even when they were little. Y/N smiled mouthing to Dasha thank you, she nodded and she grabbed an ant on a log stick giggling.

After the picnic, they cleaned up and got their stuff together to get ready to go. “Today was fun!” Y/N said hugging Dasha, she hugged back and the brothers still were talking to each other with no sign of murder. “Me too! Can she come back next weekend?” Jimmy and Jey looked at each other and smiled. “Sure princess.” Dasha smiled and Y/N hugged Jey happy. “Come on baby it’s getting late.” Jey dapped his brother up and walked out the door but realized what he just did. “Huh.” Jimmy smirked, Jey looked back seeing his brother flip a bird. “You still an enemy uce.” “Just set it to the side for the girls.” He smirked and returned the bird. “OOOOOOO IM TELLING UNCLE ROMAN!” Jimmy quickly got in the house. “Ayo chill!” Jey laughed and looked at Y/N, who was calling Cody. “Hey wait I’m sorry angel!” She giggled locking the car so she could continue her snitching. “Come on baby I’m sorry!!!” Jey cried out.

Y/N was just happy to see the twins together somewhat, she was tired of the fighting so why not get them to work in the same place. Dasha and her were happy the plan worked and also had an awesome day. Happy that the fighting stopped. For now.

[joyswonderland1108]

This is so fucking tiring.

Notice how my posts keep on being rants despite me trying to see the bright side of things? But the way this goddamn fandom treats both Jimin and Jungkook is absolutely disgusting (Again i’m not talking about the good ones out there, y’all know yourselves, kudos to you).

No wonder solos hate “OT7″ asses, i don’t condone any “solo’ness” but this fucking fandom gives them every right to hate their guts. Imagine loving a person so very dearly and a group of people who are supposed to treat that person with respect actually treats them like shit, how the fuck can you like these people or respect them. How do these oh so-called OT7s enjoy calling out solos when they can’t even call out themselves on some bullshit they pull out, learn to admit your own flaws before seeing other people’s flaws. 

Not only did people completely fail to see Jimin’s pov through his album, completely denied the symbolism in it, pulled lots of homophobic comments from their asses because they just can’t fucking accept that his album was queer-coded, wanted so bad to make “Like Crazy” a break up song when Jimin himself explained that it wasn’t inspired 100% by the damn movie’s story, ignoring completely that the boy made a whole album about his struggles and frustrations, something deep something that needed an open-mind and lots of understanding.

But now they’re completely ignoring the fact that “Seven” is a fucking single not just some images. Remember my post about Tiktok Army? Well they’re still at it. I keep on clicking on “not interested” but the way these videos are just so endless that they still pop up on my fyp.. Again i’m not linking any Tiktok i’ll post screenshots feel free if you want to consult the page but honestly i don’t want to give them clout

It’s all about the MV, explicit version, JK was topless in the ONE picture that dropped, y’all thirsty motherfuckers can’t even bother be excited for the actual single, and this is not even the worse Tiktoks out there, everybody is more concerned about it being explicit and having a woman in the MV, they’re all like “Oh well he was topless in the schedule picture that dropped which means the MV will be sexy, JK will be naked, JK will be grinding on Sohee” MOTHER.FUCKERS! Do y’all even care about JK? 

For all i know y’all smartasses, Jimin’s concept photos had him topless too, or specifically naked under a blazer but he was NOT in “Like Crazy” and in “Set me free pt2″ he was because he had a whole ass poem written on his chest, now what? Are we going to pretend this never happened? I swear it’s sickening they’re not even allowing us to enjoy the build up until July 14th, i try to distract myself but it ends up being there on my face no matter what. 

And to answer @milan1013 on your reblog about the live

There’s nothing wrong with the tiktok but the caption got me, because tell me why tf are people now shipping JK with Mingyu from a damn less than 2min Live knowing damn well these two are very dear friends. Again, i will say it again and again and FUCKING AGAIN!!!! JK is shipped with every living being, everything and everyone that breathes his way is shippable with JK that at some point do people even see him as a human being or.. ?

Sure it’s fun when it’s innocent all jokes ha ha but God fucking dammit the fact that out of an MV of a song that neither one of them even dropped, he’s already shipped with an actress and from a damn mini live he’s shipped with his friend now seriously where the fuck are we going, it’s becoming less and less fun each day to be in this fandom..

[paigeandsagesstuff]

Mated

Song: “Burning Love” by Elvis (Covered by Wynonna Judd)

POV: Austin, your mate, is an Alpha of a werewolf pack. You confessed your love, and you two mate for the first time!

Warning: p in v, unprotected sex (triple wrap it y’all), oral sex (female receiving), clit rubbing

🖤Thank you for your support!🖤

Master List 💋

You stood on the edge of the cliff to watch the golden moon shine in the lake below.

"Beautiful."

You smiled at hearing Austin's voice and him approaching you. You glanced at him, "It is, isn't it?"

"I'm not talking about the moon."

Your cheeks flared, and looked at the sky, unable to meet his loving gaze. You brushed some of your H/C hair behind your ear, but Austin grabbed your hand to kiss your knuckles.

"You look wonderful tonight," he smiled with his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt the wind leave your body as if oxygen wasn't real. You struggled to breathe for a second as you said, "Austin, I need to tell you something."

Austin looked at you suspiciously, and you pulled away to back away as his stare which makes your knees weak.

"I'm not woman enough to say this to you up close," you said with your back facing him, though you turned to see him, "I love you."

He lost his breath too. Austin always wanted to hear his mate say those words, and now that you did, he craved you more than ever. You bite your lip and glanced at the fresh grass below as the sound of crunching leaves made you stare up to see him walking toward you. You backed up to hit the boulder behind you as he cupped your face and leaned in. A low gasp left your lips as you both brought yourselves closer. His one hand left to grab your waist as you lifted your skirt to your F/C dress to wrap your legs around his waist.

"Austin," you moaned lowly while he felt himself hungry for more.

"Austin!"

He pulled away to see his sister running towards you. You brought your skirt down in embarrassment, but your heart beat faster to see the terror in Rose's eyes.

"Rogues were spotted entering the territory!"

Austin held you closer as you clenched onto his denim jacket.

"Take her back to the house, Rose." He ordered, and she nodded.

You turned to him, "No, I know I'm not a wolf, but I can fight! I just need my C/W-."

"No, Y/N!" He said with his hands firmly on your shoulders, "There's no time, and I can't have you on the field."

"But-."

"Come on!" Rose threw you over her shoulder with ease and ran towards the house.

"Austin!" You reached out and barely felt the tips of his fingers.

"I love you, too." He mouthed as Rose carried you to the house.

———☽——-

Damn them, damn those rogues, you thought.

Staring out the bedroom window in your short F/C nightgown, you walked back and forth while hearing people from the pack outside.

Rose said it was a quick fight, and the men and women warriors came back, but where is he?

Thundering footsteps made your heart jump, and Austin ran into their room. He barely had time to close the door before you ran to the top of the bed and hugged him.

He held you close, "It's okay! It was barely a battle."

You cupped his face, "But are you okay? Did anyone get hurt?"

"The pack is okay, as am I." He smiled and placed his hands on top of yours and brought them to his bare chest. He held eye contact as he kissed her knuckles as he did on the cliff.

You felt a lump in your throat as the silence thickens between you two. You went on your tippy toes to kiss him, and Austin grabbed your waist to pull you in. The kiss got hot as he swiped your lip with his tongue for entrance, which you opened and fought for dominance, but he won. You moaned when he grabbed your butt and squeezed it.

"Wait, wait," Austin said out of breath, "are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything," you smiled, and quickly met his eyes with concern, "unless you don't-."

He cuts you off with his lips as you both fell on the bed. You were touching and kissing one another until you sat up to push down your gown to reveal your breasts. His eyes flickered a yellow color, but Austin groaned and looked away.

"It’s okay," you said as you held his cheek for him to meet your E/C eyes.

He sheepishly did as well for almost losing control of his wolf, W/N. You blushed when you peered at the bulge in his jeans, "Can I touch it?"

Austin stared at you in shock and nodded. Getting up to remove the pants, you looked amazed at his size of him. He sensed your nervousness, "Don't worry love, it won't hurt because we're meant to be."

You met his clear eyes as you both leaned in for a kiss, and he laid you on your back. Austin bite your mark, which made you cry out in pleasure. He kissed and nibbled at your tender skin while traveling a hand down to rub your bud gently. He sat up to see your cheeks red with her H/C hair sprawled out on the pillows as pants left your parted lips. He ripped open your nightgown and licked his lips to see your smooth flesh before him.

"I'm gonna devour you."

You looked at him confused, which caused him to smirk. His tongue slid downwards until he reached your thighs, as he spread them apart to nibble at first but peck your bud. You bucked your hips as he quickly licked and sucked onto you.

"Austin," you moaned while clenching his blonde hair.

Your legs shook as you felt a burst within, and euphoria sent waves throughout your body. You whimpered but gasped when he pulled you towards them by your waist.

"I want you to cum around my cock."

You licked your lips and nodded at Austin. Slowly he pushed into you until the base of it. One hand held yours with your fingers intertwined as another was by your head. A little pressure entered you, but it forms into tingles.

"Keeping going,” you gasped and kissed his swollen lips, which he reciprocated by thrusting into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dragged your nails into his back.

“Fuck, baby!” He gritted through his teeth in your ear. You moaned, and he grabbed your one breast while attacking your neck with his lips as you turned your head to the side, crying out his name and profanities.

"Austin!" You cried out as you climaxed, and he held onto your hand tighter while finishing deep within you. He was spent and laid on you to catch his breath, and you held him close.

"I love you,” you grinned to yourself, tracing circles on his back.

You met a pair of blue eyes, and he smiled, "I love you, too."

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[dearweirdme]

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It feels very bizzare when y’all have to keep twisting yourselves into loops to make sense of Jk enlisting with Jimin. We all know Jk could have enlisted alone if he couldn’t go with Tae as you claim. (Tae and Namjoon enlisted separately didn’t they?) So Jk and Jimin could have enlisted separately too and still would have had enough time to be back for the reunion in 2025. The timing had nothing to do with the reason why jikook enlisted so can we please let that narrative go? Plus, if it was timing they were thinking about then it was riskier to apply as buddies because if they were rejected or not picked by the system, they would have had to start the enlistment process all over again individually and this might have wasted more time for them. How could tae and Namjoon who enlisted just a day before jikook have the chance to enlist separately and are still going to be able to make it on time for the reunion but Jk could only make it back if he enlisted with Jimin? Tkkrs claim that jikook enlisting together doesn’t bother them because a real couple wouldn’t enlist together but in the same breath you come up with all reasons under the sun to explain why they did enlist together instead of just accepting that maybe they did it because they wanted to.

Hi anon!

Let me show off my coolness with Jkk by saying that it does not actually matter to me whether Jk and Jm themselves chose to enlist together or if it was also a strategic move (yes, the first part is sarcasm).

I think it is ignorant to think that business motives don’t exist with a band of BTS’s status. There’s a lot of money concerned and both BTS and BH would have invested in figuring out the best way to deal with all members being gone. That’s just plain logic imo. I absolutely don’t think Jk and Jm were forced to go together, I think they enjoy being there together and who knows.. maybe they would have also chosen this when there was no timing to be considered.

What I have understood is that because of Jk’s age it would not have been certain that he would have been called upon soon (last year). He himself said he would’ve liked to have gone to special forces, which to me indicates that this might not have been his first choice. That does not mean that he hates being with Jm at all, it just means that has things been different he might’ve chosen differently.

Jm and Jk enlisting together does not bother me. What bothers me is the way Jkkrs talk about this. It’s the way they romanticize a situation that is probably a harsh situation for for all members. I’d think that regardless of what I believe about Tae and Jk.

[spicy-picklez]

May I request Larissa x reader

R is like either crying from pure exhaustion or collapses from exhaustion and Larissa takes care of them. Just super soft and fluffy.

I need comfort. I often work myself hard and need something to help me get through it.

Of course you can. Please make sure to look after yourself. You will never be able to perform to your very best if you work yourself too hard. You come first. 💕

-Picklez

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The Meeting

Includes:

Soft Larissa, lots of fluff.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Summary:

You have a important meeting coming up and the day of the meeting, Larissa finds you still up in the very early morning, exhausted and over it.

Word Count:

603

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A/N: Bro, I was literally writing this about to cry cause I didn’t know how much I needed to hear… well read/write it. Please take it as a message for all of you. You need to look after yourselves! You’ll have a better chance at doing well if you are well rested, eating and drinking. I love y’all, all your love and support has been incredible and I’m so grateful that you guys are liking my work. 💕🥰

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The only light on your street still on was the one from your office. The night had long begun and Larissa had been in bed for almost three hours now. Your body ached to be in bed next to your wife but you knew you had to get this paperwork done. You couldn’t mess up your meeting tomorrow, if it goes well, you could be in for a chance at a promotion. Looking at the time in the corner of your laptop, you sigh. 1.27am. “Just a few more hours Y/N. Then you can go to sleep.” You sigh, rubbing your aching fingers over your face. Your entire body hurt, you hadn’t had a good sleep in days, most of the time spent at your desk. It took all of your willpower to keep your eyes from shutting.

God you were over this. You wanted nothing more than to be asleep in your wife’s arms, comforted by her scent. A strangled sob escapes you as you lean your elbows on your desk. Pure exhaustion floods through your veins. Why do you always do this to yourself? The sleeves of your work blouse dampens from your tears as you lay your head in your arms. “Baby?” Larissa’s soft voice meets your ears as she appears in the doorway. Her hair cascades down her shoulders over her black dressing gown as she looked at you with concern. Lifting your head to give her a reassuring smile, she comes over and brings you into a hug upon seeing your tear-streaked face.

“Love, you’re exhausted. What’d I say about not overworking yourself?” Your arms wrap around her waist as you bury your head into her chest, tears still freely falling. “I need to get this done.” You mumble, your words barely coherent. Her hand strokes through your hair, her warmth enveloping you. “I know my love. But you won’t get it done like this. You need time to rest, baby. Come on.” Her hand reaches out to your laptop, saving your work and shutting the lid before helping you out of your leather office chair. Wrapping her arms around your waist, she guides you into the bedroom, trailing her lips softly up your neck. Turning around to face her, she gently unbuttons your blouse, peppering each inch of exposed skin with kisses. She helps you get changed into your sleepwear before pulling you under the covers with her, wrapping her arms around you.

By now, your tears had stopped as you relaxed into her warm embrace. “Darling, I know you’re stressed about tomorrow but right now, all you need is sleep. You won’t be able to perform at your best if you don’t look after yourself. I love you baby, I hate seeing you like this.” Her words fall over your ears and she has a point. “I know my love. I just want to get my name in for this promotion, if I can get it, we can finally start saving for a bigger house.” You sigh as she nods against the back of your neck. “I want that too, baby. But you’re going to nail it. What you’ve got is incredible, you just need sleep to be able to perform at your best.” Nodding, you relax further into her embrace. The familiar scent of her wafts up your nose and you sigh contentedly. Letting the pure exhaustion take over your body, you quickly drift off to sleep and Larissa can’t help but smile. “I love you my baby.” She whispers, placing a kiss to the top of your head before falling back asleep.

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