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alphabetboyluvr · 1 year

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landslides - 001 | goldrush - jjk

part title credit: goldrush - taylor swift

everybody wonders what it would be like to love you... i can't dare to dream about you anymore... it never will be...

pairing: officeworker!jungkook x female reader (coworkers)

premise: jungkook asks you to dog sit over chuseok. he doesn't ask you to steal the empty spaces in his head, the dreams he's yet to have, nor the idea of you always just being 'you' to him - and yet, like a thief in the night (with his own damn dog as your accomplice), you do.

warnings: fluff more than angst, but it's not clean cut - there's also a touch of smut. office worker jk, fuck boy (but kind!) jk, mentions of his workplace escapades, oc is dating mingyu (yay), oc sorta fancies jk (boo), solo masturbation (m), vivid thoughts of shagging (jk is a perv! wow! unlike me to write him as randy bastard!), lots of facetime calls, oc and jk are fundamentally flawed as a pairing, genuine friendship, daddy kink? ig? but like kinda sweet?, jungkook has a complex brain house and you've been banished to his annexe!! he also has a thing for claw clipped hair lol

wordcount: 6.8K

note from holly: so... i dogsat (? idk if thats a word) for my friend last chuseok and this was the result hahahaha. my friends dog (boba <3) is so tiny and small!! but i've always been a big dog girlie so bam was fun to write. i really love this one and have recently found all of my old notes from around that time detailing the rest of the couples lives, so pt. 2 is in progress.

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

Bam notices the storm roll in before you do. His ears twitch, head lifting from its rested perch on his paws.

“What’s up, baby? Hey?” You coo, his sudden shift obviously prompted by something. His snout begins to twitch, too, and his bottom lip shakes as a small growl vibrates from his throat. His eyes are on the window, stalking the clouds as they roll past. “Hey.”

You sit up a little straighter to lean forward and scratch behind his ear. He leans into it, but doesn’t take his eyes away from the sky.

“You see the rain, huh?” You hum, looking between the pup and the window ahead. You can’t place it yet - it’s too far in the distance - but you find yourself coming to sit beside him. He doesn’t lean up against you like he usually does. Just continues to lightly growl.

There’s no threat behind his noises, no malice - he’s just shouting back at the thunder you can’t hear. When you see a bolt of lightning flash in the distance just beyond the city skyline, you know that it won’t be long until Jungkook’s apartment block is drenched in the weather.

It’s just gone midnight when he calls. His face is a little puffy, smile a little lopsided.

“Hey Bammie,” he coos into the camera. You’ve got it angled down to where the pup is resting his head on your knee, peacefully unwinding after his long walk. Bam doesn’t stir at Jungkook’s voice, so he tries again. “Bammie?”

The way he elongates his puppy’s name is sweet - a tone of voice reserved only for his most trusted companion. He sure as hell has never spoken to you like that.

“Sorry, bud,” you say as you lift the camera up to your face. He’s pouting. “I don’t think the vibrations sound the same through the phone.”

“I miss him,” he says not even caring to acknowledge your thought process. “Is he okay? Was he good on his walk?”

“He’s all good,” you smile. “Best boy in the world. None of the other dogs you mentioned were down at the park, so it was just us two.”

He nods into the camera and purses his lips. “They might all be away. Visiting family.” He rolls over in his bed and lets out a yawn. “How’s the apartment? Got everything you need?”

You nod back. “All good. Might have eaten my way through your cheese stash already. I’m gonna shower then head to bed in a minute.”

“Make sure you leave the bathroom door open a little,” he says. “He’ll whine if not.”

“Will do.”

“Thank you,” he says. “I really appreciate you doing this. He hasn’t been too much work, has he?”

“He’s good as gold,” you say as you switch to the back camera. The view is serene, and Jungkook’s lips instantly settle into a smile. Bam is up on the sofa with you, snuggled against your lap. The skyline twinkles through his window, the reflection of his mood lamp obscuring some of it - but he’s quietly pleased that you’re using it. It’s how he normally winds down, too. Main lights off, galaxy on his ceiling. Must make Bam feel a little more at ease. You go to scratch behind his ear, and he huffs a little, all content and cosy. “Thanks for asking. He’s never too much work. You trained him well.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums. “Could have trained you a little better, though.”

He laughs when you switch the camera back to your face, mouth open, brows knitted together. “Me?!”

“Yes, you,” he grins now but tries to hide it; to restore the stoicism to his face. It doesn’t work. “What did I tell you about the sofas?”

You purse your lips together as if you’re not smiling. He’s got you there, admittedly.

“Look, he’s just so cute!” Despite the fact you’ve turned the camera back onto Bam, Jungkook can tell you’re pouting. “How could I say no?!”

“Easily!” Jungkook laughs. “That’s how he became so well trained! I leave for one night and-”

“Shuuuush,” you laugh, and when the camera switches back to you, Jungkook can’t help but let his smile persist. You look tired, and so does he, but there’s something about the call that has made you forget all about the fact you were planning on going to bed soon. “My swamp now. My rules.”

“My swamp,” he protests, but the look on his face is so saccharine that you can’t take him seriously. He thinks the same could be said for you. “Anyways, it’s late. Go get your shower. If you need more towels, there are some in the cupboard by the boiler. Don’t forget to turn the vent on - it’s the switch next to the light.”

“Alright, will do,” you nod and then yawn. Bam pricks his head up. “Hey baby,” you speak to him. “Did I wake you?”

“Show me him.”

You switch the camera around to where you’re scratching at Bam’s ear. He leans his head into the scratch, thoroughly enjoying it, your long nails far scratchier than Jungkook’s. It’s not the same - Jungkook is far stronger, so is a little rougher which suits Bam just fine. Still, he likes your scratches better than no scratches at all.

Jungkook whines. “I miss him.”

“He misses you, too. Want me to call in the morning?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “We’re up early tomorrow, heading over to Haedong Yonggungsa in the morning. Probably be up before you. Send me pictures though.”

“Will do. Night, buddy.”

“Night gremlin,” he smiles, and then begins to coo. “Night Bammie. Daddy misses you.”

He wishes you wouldn’t look at him in the way that you do when he says that; lips turned upwards at the very corners, dimples pressing into your cheeks, eyes bright.

“Shut up,” he says, but you’re already laughing.

“Daddy.”

“I am his dad!”

“Daddy.”

“Oh my god, fuck off,” he laughs. “Have nightmares, gremlin.”

“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”

“Fuck off!”

You hang up before he can protest your taunts any more, though he does text you one final ‘fuck off,’ and a reminder that you can bolt his front door if it will make you feel safer.

His apartment is in a high-rise, and his neighbourhood is far nicer than yours. You do the bolt up regardless, and think that it’s sweet that he considered your comfort enough to remind you about it.

Bam sits by the sliding door of the bathroom, the tips of his paws just teetering over the line of the door frame. He rests his head on his legs, snout angled towards the hallway. It still makes you feel a little weird. You don’t really want a dog watching you shower, even if he is a dog and has no real understanding of what’s happening - so you turn your back to him and just reassure yourself that Jungkook showers with the door open wide.

It’s a funny thing, to think about your co-worker’s showering habits. Not one that you’ve ever thought to indulge in before - but Jungkook would go ballistic if he heard you refer to him as your ‘co-worker.’ You’re friends. Pretty good ones, at that.

You’re level players at your company; earn the same wage, hold the same rank. There’s not really any competition between the pair of you - you work in different departments - but are often paired together when the two sections merge for joint projects. You make for a good team.

Over the years, you and Jungkook have also learned that you’re a highly capable team when it comes to playing beer pong against your colleagues on Friday nights, and at the mixed-doubles tennis tournament that your company insists on you participating in every year. It’s either that or be on the Christmas Party Planning committee, and you know which you’d rather do.

Thinking about tinsel in August? No, thank you.

There is however one crucial flaw to your partnerships: how you live your lives. How you manage your money.

See, Jungkook is frugal. He makes big investments - his apartment, his cars, games consoles, Bam. Doesn’t spunk his cash away on the small shit. His apartment is in the heart of the city, only a few floors from the very top. He gets a birds-eye view of the world around him. You don’t even want to imagine how much his deposit cost.

Probably more than you have in your savings. You do spunk your cash away - on the small shit, no less. Clothes, cafes, that sort of stuff. Nothing that holds permanence. It frustrates Jungkook to no end. He thinks you could have a better life if you just used your money wisely - but you’re happy in your slightly cramped apartment, happy when the serotonin of a shopping spree boosts your mood, happy when you’re laughing with your friends over coffee and cake.

You wouldn’t be happy if you felt restricted. You think that Jungkook is.

He disagrees. He has enough in the bank to buy whatever he wants. He has financial freedom.

But there’s a difference. You’re both free in your own ways.

It’s for that reason you’d never work as a couple. Would infuriate one another far too much. Everyone who is close to you both knows this; how badly suited you would be. They’ll joke about all of the women in the office trying to get their mitts on Jungkook - even the married ones - but not you.

It’s funny because they’re right. Everybody wants him.

He collects stars from their eyes and accumulates them in his own. The girls blush and giggle about how he looks at them with galaxies, but they don’t realise what a thief he is. Don’t realise he’s stolen their shine, and incorporated it into his own. A spotlight follows him, and you enjoy watching the show unfold with an amused grin whenever a new secretary catches his gaze for the first time.

It’s not intentional. You don’t think Jungkook realises he does it. In fact, he hadn’t realised that it was such a pattern of behaviour until the midnight squalor of a dive bar had you talking about office conquests, and how the photocopier room had seen his bare ass more than it had seen toner changes.

“Shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon,” you’d grinned.

“Firstly, that’s a horrible phrase - and secondly, it takes two to tango. They’re just as much to blame as I am.”

But they’re not. He’s the only repeat offender.

“And anyways,” he had deflected, sinking down the final dregs of his beer. “Don’t act like you’re some kind of saint. Everyone’s fucked a colleague at least once.”

You’d just raised an eyebrow.

“You’re telling me you haven’t?”

“Like I said - shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon.”

Now, if he’d have said housemate, you would have folded. Downed your drink. Ordered a repeat round.

Something about a shared space - domestication - really gets you. It’s joint laundry loads, shared dinners, movie nights; grocery shopping, D.I.Y. furniture, arguments about who gets the bigger room. More often than not, it never matters, ‘cause you just end up staying in theirs.

You live alone now. After the third time, you knew better than to let yourself fall into the trap once more.

He learns about your affliction a few months later, and goes on tease you relentlessly.

In fact, he mentions it when he propositions you a few weeks before Chuseok. You had both spent the last couple of holiday periods overworked, slogging through the festivities. For the first time since either of you can remember, your workload has eased up.

You’ve already told him you’re planning on doing sweet, sweet fuck all. You’ve told your family you will be working, because you just want to finally breathe for a while; stay in with a tub of ice cream and your favourite films. Speak to no one. Do nothing.

“I’ve got a favour to ask you,” he had said as he approached your desk before the end of the day. It was a Friday, but you weren’t heading for after-work drinks with the usual suspects like you typically did. You had a date, instead. A third one with the same guy - Mingyu - which felt like a miracle. Even Jungkook was a little shocked that the poor guy wasn’t sick of you.

“Go on,” you had mused as you checked over your to-do list for the following week.

“You gotta promise me something first.”

“Promise you what?”

“That you won’t fall in love with me.”

You’d swatted him away the ruler on your desk, and told him to get his head out of his ass. “Been able to resist your charms this long, Jeon. Give me some credit.”

“It’s only ‘cause you know I’d reject you, you little gremlin.”

“I thought you wanted a favour? Funny way of going about it.”

“Sorry, sorry. You’re right,” he had conceded with an apologetic smile. “Forgive me.”

“What do you want?”

“How would you feel about potentially staying at mine over Chuseok to look after Bam? My parents want us to head down to Busan for the weekend and see relatives seeing as I’m finally free and know it’s a big ask but I-”

“Oh my God, yes?!” You had smiled so wide Jungkook thought you might fracture your jaw.

You love Bam.

In fact, he might just be your favourite thing about Jungkook.

Occasionally you walk him with Jungkook on the weekends, when you’re both hungover and need to get out of a slump. You’ve grown up with pets, but moving to the city in your early twenties to pursue your career meant apartment living.

You’re a rural girl deep down, and would never want to keep a pet in a high rise.

Jungkook manages it, but he goes home at lunchtime to walk Bam during the winter. In the summer, when it’s too hot, he goes home at lunch regardless, to lounge around with Bam under the air con.

Sometimes, you go with him. Bam is always pleased to see you.

Jungkook lied and said he asked around because he didn’t want to inconvenience you.

Truth is, he wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with his baby. He’d never spent a night away from Bam. Hated the idea. Despised it, in fact. He would have just taken Bam with him to Busan, but didn’t think it would be fair to force him on the journey from Seoul.

Over in Busan, when Jungkook hangs up, the conversation isn’t over. It continues in his head.

“Hey, wait…”

“Mhhm?”

“You just… look nice tonight, that’s all.”

He thinks you’d blush. Would tell him to lay off the soju. Accuse him of getting too drunk for a family get-together. He’d let you. Would take the beating of your false accusations, because it would be far easier than admitting he’s not had a single drop.

He thinks of the hug he’ll give Bam when he gets home; how wild his tail will waggle, how he’ll jump all over the place, and how you’ll be giggling. In his mind, you’ll be smiling just as wide as he is.

You’d stay for dinner. Jungkook would order from your favourite place to say thank you. Bam would snuggle up to Jungkook - on the sofa - and you’d be on the other side, stroking his back. He’d be happy. Bam, not Jungkook. But also Jungkook. Hopefully you, too.

When the time would approach for you to go home, you’d offer to help. Rinse out the containers. Hair up in a claw clip, t-shirt off your shoulder like it so often is.

Jungkook doesn’t notice, but his hands begin to trail down his body as he thinks of you. His phone is still on his chest, rising and falling with every beat of his heart. The tips of his fingers stroke against his skin.

He thinks of you laughing with him about something inconsequential. You’d flick water in his direction when he’d make some joke at your expense. It’d all be in good humour.

But then he’d flick some back at you, and water war would break out. Bam would run excitedly between the pair of you, Jungkook chasing you around the kitchen island with wet hands - and you’d do the exact same back. You’d flick water over the counter, tap still running and he’d call you a gremlin.

There’s a smile on his lips as he thinks of his. His hands roam further south. He’s ticking at his abdomen. It’s nice. Feels calm. He likes to engage his senses when he thinks of scenarios like these. Makes it feel more real.

But then he’s thinking of your shirt and the fact it’s white.

And then he’s imagining catching up with you, holding you captive as he angles the tap towards your face. You’ll be shrieking and scrambling to get away, Bam by your feet, Jungkook laughing.

He’d relent, but only enough for you to twist to face him.

Jungkook’s fingers are by his thighs. Stroking. Caressing. He’s avoiding his cock. Knows it’s firm. His index finger spreads to his balls. Teases.

And then he thinks of your body pressed against his torso, your ass to the counter.

You’d both be soaked.

He’d look at your lips. Look in your eyes. Feel your chest against his. He’d swallow hard.

It’s at this point he forgets about Bam in the scenario. It’s just you and him.

His palm rests over the length of his cock. Presses down. His hips roll.

He’d tell you that you’ve made a mess. You’d tell him to clean it up. His heart would be racing. So would yours.

And it’s funny, because his heart actually is. It’s beating so fucking hard in his childhood bedroom, that he thinks his parents must be able to hear it through the walls.

He’s in a far-too-firm single bed, but in his head, he’s with you in his kitchen.

He begins to grip his cock, long fingers wrapping around his shaft. He pulls up. Pushes back down. Says your name. Whines.

He doesn’t even really realise he’s doing it.

Just thinks about you.

Thinks about the way it would feel to sink his lips into yours; the first bite of a forbidden fruit. Thinks about that quick tongue of yours, and if it would be just as quick to find its way into his mouth. Thinks about your manicured nails that Bam loves so much, and how they’d scratch against his scalp instead. Thinks about the way his hips would rock against you, kind of like they are now; pulsing beneath his duvet.

His mind jumps. Skips the foreplay. Doesn’t mean to - but the thoughts are intrusive. Insidious. Insatiable. He can’t help it.

He pushes up into his hand. Pauses. Waits out the feeling. Retracts. Repeats.

In his head, it’s you that he’s pushing into.

The sensation is entirely different, granted, but - fuck - he hasn’t gotten himself off all week and hasn’t had sex in far longer, so it all feels the same to him.

He hasn’t worked out the mental logistics.

His imagination is jumping from the kitchen to his bedroom and then back to the kitchen again. Can’t decide where all of this is happening - and then suddenly, he finds himself railing you in the utility room.

You’re perched above the washer, held in place by him. He can smell the laundry detergent. He’s got spotlights in the room, but they’re turned off. Only lights from the hallway and the city skyline illuminate you.

It’s obscure. The shadows in his head conceal you a little. He’s gripping your waist beneath your shirt. The baby gate which keeps Bam out of the laundry room is closed.

You’re not talking, just fucking, fucking, fucking and -

“Fuck,” he whines, hand is jerking at his cock, heart rate stuttering.

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.

Shouldn’t let his mind jump again to a point where you’re fucking naked, and your sodden shirt is on a pile of yet-to-be-done laundry.

But then it jumps again, and one of his towels is on the floor. He’s laying down, back against it. The same position that he’s in now in his childhood bedroom - but he’s thinking about you. The silhouette of your body. The warm curves of your body. The way you bounce on his cock and then-

Oh god, it’s torture the way his cock throbs. Pre-cum leaks from his tip as his speed builds. It’s just a fantasy. Nothing more nothing less. But it’s you. And then he’s thinking about pulling you down for a kiss, and the scent of your perfume and the way you’d moan into his mouth and then his legs are shaking, torso tensing.

He’s taking it too far. Too fucking far. You. Fuck. He can’t. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps going. Fucks his hand like it’s your pussy.

He’s pulling himself closer, closer, closer, and then he thinks about your voice, and the way you called him Daddy, and he can’t help himself. The pressure that releases in his stomach is catastrophic. Jungkook mewls your name. Calls you baby. Unloads all over himself. White hot cum paints his belly. Seeps into his belly button. Makes a mess of his hand as he coaxes the last few ropes out. It’s been a while since his last nut, but the amount he produces is not fucking normal.

It rolls down the side of his toned torso, Jungkook swallowing harshly as he tries to regulate his breathing. He doesn’t think he can. Doesn’t know what to do with himself. Just kind of lays there. Curses. Knots his brows together. Is frustrated with himself.

You’ve been friends for years. He’s never done anything like this before. He chalks it up to nothing more than him just being a little too horny for his own good. Cleans himself off. Puts his phone on charge. Berates himself for being a piece of shit. Spends a good ten or so minutes staring at the ceiling with an empty head before he falls asleep.

And it’s funny, because when you wake up in the morning, panties damp, the dream you had about Jungkook railing you in his own damn bed, you find yourself looking across the space where he usually sleeps. You reach ouch. Stroke the emptiness. Curse. Spend the rest of the day unbearably horny. It frustrates you. Makes you snappy with Jungkook when he calls.

He asks if you’ve seen Mingyu. You tell him no. He says maybe you should - but makes sure to add, “He’s still not allowed in my apartment.”

“I’m not gonna bring anyone into your space, Jungkook.”

It’s something he knows, and something he trusts you not to do, but he’s still reinforcing boundaries. Making sure that there are still some left. He thinks that if he pushes you closer to someone else, it will sort his brain out. Alleviate him of the guilt that he’s feeling.

But you don’t see Mingyu.

When Jungkook calls again that evening to find you walking Bam alone, he’s pleased. Doesn’t want some guy you’re fucking anywhere near his most prized possession. Bam, that is. Not you. But now that he thinks of it, he finds he doesn’t want Mingyu anywhere near you, either.

“Good day?” You ask, voice a lot lighter than it had been earlier.

Jungkook nods, but he doesn’t really smile. “I miss Bammie.”

You pout. “He misses you too. He’s gonna be so excited when you get home.”

The camera switches to the back camera so he can watch Bam bound along the path. He’s on his lead, snout sniffing in all the flowerbeds. It’s dark out, but there are enough lights on the trail for him to be able to see clearly.

“How is he? Eating okay? Going to the bathroom okay?”

“Eating like a champ, and producing shits to confirm that,” you say flatly. It’s definitely your least favourite part of animal ownership - but the reward is so much greater than having to pick up shit off a sidewalk.

“That’s my boy,” Jungkook grins, before turning his focus to you. “You all good? Seemed a little stressed earlier.”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t change when the front camera flips back to you, but he finds his heart racing again. When you turn your head to check the car that’s driving past, he notices your hair is up with a claw clip. Just like it was in his… thoughts about you the night before. He likes how attentive you are - how you checked the source of the noise. You’re protective. Follow your instincts. Thinks you’re the best person he could have asked to look after Bam.

“I’m all good,” you say, and you really are.

“I know it’s not exactly the relaxing Chuseok you were planning-”

“Jungkook, it’s fine,” you smile. “It’s been nice. I like Bammie far more than I like you.”

“Understandable.”

You both smile, and Jungkook begins to babble about his day, telling you stories about his parents, and his weird cousin who never knows when to not say inappropriate things, and the aunt who keeps trying to set him up with all of her friends’ daughters.

“Don’t shit where you eat,” you remind him. “Sounds too close to home. Your auntie would never be out of your business.”

“I know, I know,” he rolls his eyes. “And hey - it’s been, like, a year since I last did that! Cut me some slack, gremlin. Anyways, Mingyu works in our building. You’re basically shitting where you eat.”

“I’m actually… I think I’m gonna cool things off with him.”

“Oh?”

“It’s like not a big deal. I’m just not really feeling it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, you’re right. I’m not,” Jungkook admits, but is sombre as he does so. He remembers how happy you’d seemed after the first few dates. “But I am sorry that you haven’t found the right guy yet, gremlin.”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll find the love of my life at the dog park tonight.”

“You are not allowed to use my baby as a flirting tactic.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Too late - I’m already here and there is an absolute DILF. Byeeeee.”

“Wait, no-”

You hang up before he can finish, with a grin on your face to rival a Cheshire cat.

The park is empty. Not a single DILF in sight. You ignore his call when he rings back. Will let him sweat it for a bit.

Jungkook lies awake that night.

Doesn’t do much.

His family are still chatting in the sitting room, but he can’t draw himself away from the sanctuary of his own private space, where your voice is still echoing around the room. He’s starting to understand why you’d been craving your space so much for the holiday period.

He doesn’t wanna have to return to the room with a false smile, and a feeling in the pit of his stomach that could rival the ache of getting the ferry across Busan harbour during monsoon season.

Doesn’t want to form cognitive thoughts that distract him from his mindless reflections of you.

Jungkook’s mind works like a house, and right now he’s in the annexe.

He rarely ever goes in there.

Finds he gets too comfortable and neglects the rest of the house. He’s got a garden to tend to, a kitchen to clean, and beds to make - but why would he leave the annexe when it has everything he needs? He’s comfortable there.

It’s normally reserved for the hyper-fixations he’s trying not to fixate on. He locks them away. Hasn’t really visited since he got hooked on GTA5 when he should have been studying for the University Entrance Exam. It’s still there, and he knows better than to pop it in his games console - but there’s someone else on the couch, now. It’s not just him in his mind-annexe. Someone’s in his space. He daren’t let himself go further into the room.

In fact, he’s desperately trying to jump across to the main house. Get himself out of the thoughts that are gonna consume him. He needs to close that God damn door.

But he watches the figure like a car crash. He’s scared. Unable to look away.

Not for fear of it being a monster hidden in the depths of his mind.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Monsters don’t wear their hair up with butterfly-shaped claw clips, or let the clasp of their necklace trail down their spine like that. Monsters don’t twist their back out of habit just to make it click. Monsters don’t spend their days doodling in a journal like the figure on his couch is doing.

But you do.

An iteration of Bam rests up against Jungkook’s leg in his mind, nose wet, tail lightly wagging, so he puts his hand on his pup’s shoulder for comfort. To support him. To guide him away from the annexe and back into the damn main house.

“C’mon,” he says to Bam, expecting him to leave. Expecting him to follow his commands.

It’s his head, after all - but Bam doesn’t heed his commands. Instead, his claws click against the hardwood floor and towards the figure on Jungkook’s couch. A palm outstretches, and Bam leans into it. Hums in content as a set of dark nails scratch at his ear.

“Hey, baby Bammie,” the figure sings and Jungkook knows that voice. Knows it so well that it’s hardly a surprise it’s embedded into his brain so perfectly.

And he knows.

He knows if he lets the person turn around exactly who it’s gonna be. He knows that he can’t let it happen. He won’t.

Because he and you are friends; nothing more, nothing less. Incompatible at best. A match made in hell; so wrong it could never be right.

Jungkook sits up. Shakes his head. The world in his mind tears away into darkness. He stands and tells himself to get a grip before joining his family. He needs the distraction. Needs to have cognitive thoughts. Can’t let himself get trapped. Can’t let him kid himself into thinking that you’re anything more than his friend.

It’s just cause he’s missing Bam, he reasons. Emotions are getting all mixed up. It’s the affection he feels for his beloved best friend that is getting misplaced onto you - although, if he thinks about it (which he won’t (knows better by this point (knows his mind can’t be trusted to behave))), he’d realise that you are his best friend.

It’s unfair to compare you to Bam because you’re an entirely different species, but there’s no other human he likes better than you.

One more day, and he’ll be home. One more day, and he won’t have to call you when he’s all sleepy and confused over his feelings. One more day, and things will be back to normal. One more measly day.

And then he’ll be reunited with Bam, and he won’t have the stress of family or thinking about the week of work ahead to contend with.

One more day. He can do this.

He will do it. Will barrel home at the speed of lightning; will stop only for red lights and maybe the occasional gas station snack, potato spirals on a pointed wooden skewer and deep-fried chicken slathered in a sauce he can never quite figure out the recipe for.

He’ll think about picking you up some bungeoppang - the ones filled with choux, not red bean paste - because he knows that you adore it so. There have been occasions when you’ve begged him to drive you out of the city to the large gas station out West just so you could have bungeoppang from one specific stall.

The signage is faded, and the prices haven’t changed since 2009, but that’s how you know it’s the good shit. A family recipe batter passed down for generations. The woman who makes it is always the same, and though she never remembers you, you always remember her. Beam so brightly Jungkook thinks he’s going blind whenever you spot her.

It’s only because of that one time you’d showed up with the sole mission to retrieve some of the delicious delicacies, only to be confronted with a handwritten ‘closed today, back tomorrow’ note taped to the menu. You never know when the next family emergency or trip out of town might be for your beloved bungeoppang-making Ajumma.

It’s a little after midday when Jungkook’s car rolls into the gas station. He’ll be home soon.

He tells himself that he’s just doing as he always does. Will get his tornado potato. Wolf it down. Go back for some chicken, maybe some tteok.

He’s stayed out of the annexe today. Doesn’t even think about the doorway because he knows the magnetic pull is far too strong for his cobalt heart.

Had ignored your call this morning - sorry, just saying goodbye to everyone. will see you later. - and had pushed all thoughts of you to the side. He’s even tried to stop thinking about Bam because thoughts of him will inevitably lead to thoughts of you and Jungkook is getting dizzy, quite frankly. It’s like he’s chasing his tail, never knowing when to admit defeat.

At least Bam gets enjoyment out of it when he does it. All Jungkook gets is lingering feelings of remorse.

But as he hits the home straight, a small paper bag full of choux bungeoppang cooling down on his passenger seat, his head starts to clear. He’s fixed the lock on the gate that leads to the annexe. Won’t go down that path.

Jungkook arrives ahead of schedule. Parks his car, and doesn’t tell you he’s arrived. Leaves his bag in the boot of the car, but picks up the pastries from his passenger seat.

Opens the door of his apartment quietly. You don’t hear it. Are too busy dancing around the living room with Bam to some mid-noughties classic.

“Hey,” you laugh a little breathlessly as finally notice him. He’s leaning against the wall. Is wearing his glasses, to make up for the long drive. You think it’s a crying shame he doesn’t wear them at work, too.

“Was I interrupting something?”

“No, not all,” you say. There are deep creases below your eyes, testament to the size of your smile. “Me and baby Bammie-” you reach over and stroke at his sides, a little rough and tumble, but perfectly joyous “- were just burning off a little energy before you got home.”

Jungkook crouches, arms outstretched for Bam. The puppy knocks into Jungkook’s chest, legs all moving slightly out of coordination, excitable whines sounding in his throat. His tail wags so fast you think he’d be able to produce electricity if he really tried.

They match each other’s energy; delirious happiness, content only when in one another’s presence.

“Hey buddy,” he coos. “Daddy’s home. I missed you. Missed me too, hey? C’mere.”

His strong hands stroke Bam’s sides, and you watch how playful they both are with unadulterated awe. It seems absurd how similar the two of them are; man and his best friend.

“He was lost without you,” you confirm.

“It’s that right?” Jungkook pouts as he scratches behind Bam’s ears, cradling his face in his hands. “Did Bammie miss Daddy?”

Bam barks. Yes.

“Hey, I’m sorry, boy. I’m home now, though. Daddy’s home.”

Yes, you think. Yes, he is.

The night dissolves much like Jungkook thought it would. You stay for dinner. Watch crappy entertainment shows, and laugh at how absurd people can be. There’s warmth in his apartment, even though he hasn’t turned the heating on.

“You’ll never know how much I appreciate this,” Jungkook says softly as midnight approaches. Bam sighs. There’s rain on the windows, but the storm doesn’t bother him tonight. Not in the slightest. “Thank you.”

Your head shakes. Smile perseveres. “Happy to do it. You know how much I love Bam.”

Silence wraps around your words like a velvet bow, pulled taut. There’s no double knot, but there needn’t be. It isn’t unravelling any time soon.

“So,” you change topic. “How long do you reckon it will take the new secretary to fall in love with you? I’m thinking maybe four days.”

Jungkook wants to make a joke; tease you about how your mind jumped from how much you love his dog, to the idea of loving him. Not you loving him, granted, but it only took a few electrical signals between neurons for you to get there. Must associate him with love pretty closely.

“Four days? Far too quick.” Jungkook pauses. “You’ve been staying here for four days. Reckon that’s an appropriate amount of time to fall in love with someone?”

He’s being facetious. It’s all in jest and yet you feel your heart beat a little faster. Only for a moment. There’s a mild concern in your features, fearful that he can somehow sense the thoughts you’ve been having; the fantasies, the daydreams, the moments of weakness.

You look at him with eyes he doesn’t recognise. Your lashes are low. Sultry, even. Suggestive. Teasing.

And then, they roll.

“Jeon, you have those poor girls on their knees within a single ‘hello’. Don’t act like you don’t know it, you big old flirt.”

“If Bam wasn’t so peaceful, I’d kick you,” he mumbles, stroking at the dark fur behind his pup’s ear. Bam sighs, content to have him back. There’s a smile on Jungkook’s lips. Both are perfectly content. Both are happy to be with the people they like the most in the world.

“He’d just defend me,” you taunt. There’s a serenity to your jokes, and light-hearted banter that means nothing more, nothing less than just enjoyment of one another’s company. “I’m his favourite now.”

Jungkook laughs. Scratches a little firmer behind Bam’s ear. “You hear that, boy? Gremlin really thinks you’d choose her over me.”

You pull your torso back. Turn your body to face his. Let disbelief wash over your features, as if Jungkook saying shit like that’s a surprise. The movement alerts Bam, his head lifting, the chain links of his collar rattling. He looks over to you, then back to Jungkook.

“He LOVES me.”

“I thought dogs are supposed to take after their owners, though?” Jungkook teases. “And I can’t fuckin’ stand you.”

Your playful shock dissolves into narrowed eyes and a suppressed grin. Bam’s looking at you again, so you cup his dainty face and scratch the underside of his jaw. “You hear that, baby Bammie? How are you so lovely when your Daddy is such an asshole?”

Jungkook’s steady gaze lifts to you from Bam. You’re still cooing at the puppy, scratching beneath his snout, but Jungkook’s back in that damn annexe again. He isn’t smiling - but his eyes are unbelievably soft.

So, so velvety. Like satin, maybe; ribbons tied around ponytails. Brushed cotton, perhaps; his still-warm bedsheets fresh out of the tumble dryer.

Soft, like he imagines your hair would be; released from its claw clip, falling around his face. Soft, like he imagines your lips would be; pressed against his, in the privacy of his bedroom. Soft, like he imagines your laugh would be; soundtracking the living alarm clock that is Jeon Bam, as he bundles onto Jungkook’s bed at just gone six-thirty the following morning.

But then you look up at him, and his stare is hard. Still sparkling, yes - but diamonds, not stars. Concrete speckled. Pennies tossed in an empty well; the steel bolt of his door which keeps the outside world at bay.

Hard, like he imagines your teeth would be; tugging on his bottom lip in the shadows of his bedroom. Hard, like he imagines your nails would be; leaving a trail of ruby red sin down his back. Hard, like he imagines your laboured breaths would be; lips resting ajar against his, your very essence pouring into him as he pushes into you.

Hard. Soft. Confusing and conflicting, and just so unbelievably him.

“What?” you question, bemused by the way his demeanour changed. “‘Daddy’ really gets you, huh?”

“Does fuck all for me,” he says with a little temperance, but there’s a smirk on his lips. His tongue runs along the inside of his cheek.

A few have tried the moniker on him, but it never fit well. Would fall from their lips and crash to his bedroom floor. He’d just kiss them to shut them up.

But you… You have him reconsidering. Have him a little hot beneath his sweats.

It’s not really the idea of being your Daddy, but the concept of being one full-stop that has him adjusting his legs slightly. He’s a man of big investments, after all. No greater investment than starting a life with another person. He likes the idea of it.

Makes him think of you talking with a toddler - I’m not sure, baby, go ask Daddy -and the pitter-patter of feet across the hardwood floors of his apartment. Makes him think how gentle you are with Bam, and how wonderful he knows you’d be with a kid. Makes him think all kinds of shit he’s never let himself indulge in before.

When he goes to bed that evening, and his sheets are seeped in the scent of your perfume, he thinks of it all over again.

Thinks of you.

And realises he can’t think about you without his heart racing, any more.

The door of the annexe in his mind is broken, now. Off its hinges.

And apparently, so is he.

Shit.

part two (x)

#byholly #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook ff #jk ff #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #bangtan fic #officeworker!jungkook #fuckboy!jungkook #f2l #hi bam!!!!#ian #jungkook fluff

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waldau · 3 months

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hihi could you write a fic with the prompts

it's very rude to stare + you look better in my clothes than i do with Vernon

hey, good lookin' — chwe hansol | 1,135 words | fluff

feel free to sue me because i couldn't find any other way to write this except for f2l. thank you for requesting!!!

gender neutral reader. warnings: reader has slightly long hair.

“i think he hates me,” you say, leaning down to wash your hair in the sink for the last time. you’d almost forgotten how annoying it was to get sand out of your hair.

“no, he doesn’t,” vernon says, from where he’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat, watching you as you work.

“how do you know that?”

“i know what he’s like when he hates someone, and that’s not what he was like with you. it was just a mistake. you saw how he tripped before he tripped you, right?”

“that’s not good enough,” you grumble, turning off the tap. cold water runs down your neck, adding to the cold you’re already feeling from your wet clothes sticking to your skin. “he could’ve just fallen by himself. he didn’t need to pull me down, too. why did he do that?”

“i don’t know. but he doesn’t hate you, i promise.”

you stand up straight, an idea striking you. “i know why.”

“hmm?”

“he’s just jealous i’m your other best friend.”

vernon lets out an unrestrained snort at that, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “then he’d also be jealous of the fact that i have eleven other best friends, apart from you guys.”

“yeah, but we’re like your…best best friends. right?”

“right,” he says, a smile on his face. “my best best friends who hang out even without me sometimes. seungkwan definitely hates you.”

“ugh.” you hate when vernon makes sense, which is almost always. “then it’s probably because that ice cream in the fridge i ate was his.”

“maybe.”

“how am i supposed to know what belongs to who? don’t you guys label your food when you keep leftovers in the fridge?”

“nah. we’re kinda lazy.”

“i’m never going to understand how you didn’t end up killing each other over the years,” you say shaking your head.

“it's the power of friendship,” vernon says, deadpan.

you focus on not looking at him as you rub your hair with the towel he’s given you. you also try not to focus on the fact that you’re alone in the bathroom with your best friend who also happens to be your crush. even if he’s just watching you towel your hair dry. you probably look like a sad, wet puppy.

how romantic.

“okay, now what?” you ask, gesturing to yourself. your clothes are still as wet as they were twenty minutes ago. “think you can chuck me in the dryer for a while? till i get dry?”

vernon gets to his feet. “don’t worry, i have a spare set of clothes for this exact reason.”

“seungkwan pushing you into the ocean being the reason?”

“accidents,” he calls out. you wait patiently for him as he gets you a shirt and sweats, both of which are perfectly oversized.

it’s not the first time you’ve worn his clothes, thanks to your sleepovers or that one time you turned up to his house drenched in the rain, but it never fails to make you feel the same way — tingly, shy, feeling like someone you’re not.

you step out of the bathroom after giving yourself one last look to find vernon thumbing through his phone. you’re going to have to get ready for dinner now if you want to be on time.

you catch vernon’s gaze in the mirror as you comb your hair, making sure it’s not dripping into his clothes, but he doesn’t stop looking at you even when you move across the room to dry the towel on a chair. it’s only when you throw the towel at his head that he finally blinks out of his daze. it’s weird.

you know he zones out sometimes, thinking about something else while staring at nothing in particular. this is different. he’s focusing. on you. till you got him to stop, at least.

“it’s very rude to stare,” you say, picking up your towel. “don’t you know that?”

“sorry,” vernon says, licking his lips. “i didn’t mean to. you just…”

“what?”

“nothing. sorry,” he says, pocketing his phone. “think we’ll get late if we don’t leave now.”

you feel odd standing in his room, in his clothes. he’s never looked at you like that before. “do i…look weird? is that it?”

vernon turns to look up at you, a frown on his features. “no. of course not. you’ve never looked weird. if anything, you look good.”

oh. he’s never said that before, either.

“…even with my hair all weird?”

“even then. come here?” he asks, and you comply, standing in front of him where he’s sitting. he holds his hoodie up to you. “it’s still cold outside. wear this.”

there’s something…intimate about wearing his hoodie. it’s something he uses every single day, it’s one of his favourite possessions, and he doesn’t part with it so easily. still, you don’t question it as you slip it on, feeling warmer the moment you wear it.

and he’s looking at you again. it ignites a weird feeling in your stomach, like he’s looking at something you’re not aware of.

“vernon, i swear if you don’t tell me what’s up i’ll ask seungkwan to push—”

“you look better in my clothes than i do,” vernon says, not breaking eye contact. “i never realized that before.”

“i…what? don’t stay stuff like that,” you chide him, feeling your skin heat up.

“why not?”

“because it sounds like a...pickup line.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.” his eyes are fixed on the way you’re playing with the sweater paws, and it makes you want to say something completely outrageous. enough to destroy your friendship.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, instead.

“just that you look good in my clothes. nothing more.”

“that’s not something friends just…say to each other,” you mumble.

“that would be an issue if i wanted us to be just friends, wouldn’t it?”

“you…” you turn to look at him. there’s a neutral expression on his face, but you can tell he’s nervous, the way his brown eyes are looking at you. “want to be…more?”

“if i do?”

how is he so nonchalant about this?

“i won’t say no,” you say, reaching out for his hand. he gives it to you instantly. “but…i don’t want this to be a prank, either.”

“it’s not,” vernon assures you, squeezing your hand. “took me long enough to get here.” he pulls you down onto his lap. “and for the record, seungkwan told me he had a plan to help me confess,” he says, looking up at you apologetically. “i just didn’t expect him to do that.”

your heart’s racing, but you somehow manage to thread a hand through vernon’s hair. “guess we’ll have to get him all that ice cream back, then.”

“see? he doesn’t hate you.”

#seventeen #vernon #fluff #friends to lovers #svt #svt fluff #waldau writes #req

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astarionapologist · 8 months

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Flames of forbidden desire(Karlach x fem!Reader)

Prompt: Very horny dom!Karlach x a kinda flirty tav hehehe aftercare and fluff at the end! Also this was a request! Hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, oral(receiving), ✂️ing *wink wonk*

A kind yet firm hand gripped your thigh, Karlach slowly pushed her tongue up your cunt slowly lapping up its sweet nectar. She groaned in satisfaction as she finally was able to taste you. To hold you. To absolutely ravish you both body and soul. You moaned as she continued to eat you out liked she was some starved animal.

She carefully sucked on your red puffy clit and inserted two of her long fingers inside your aching needy cunt.

“Fuck… you love that don’t you?” She hummed

“Mmmh~ Karlach please… I need more of you.” You whimpered out desperately grinding harder on her fingers.

“Who am I to deny you sweetheart~” she purrs against the soft skin of your thighs and she dives back in. She pushes her tongue down into your hole and flexes her wet muscle inside your throbbing cunt. You continue to fill her tent with whimpers and moans as she teases both your clit and the sweet spot inside you.

She lifts her head to look up at you, you see nothing but lust and adoration in her eyes.

“Damnit… Sweets… you can’t do this to me… fuckin hell I need more of you… I need all of you right now.”

“Then have me” you say

You already knew this would send her over the edge and lead to a more dominant Karlach… not like you minded though. In fact you quite liked how she’d pick you up and sit you on her lap as she’d whispered all her dirty little thoughts about you whenever you’d tease her too much in the past.

“Fuck it. Come here.” She practically demanded as she pulled you to her and placed you on your side.

Her strong arms open your legs with ease as she placed herself so that both of your lips were on top of each other.

You both groan as you feel each others hear and wetness radiating off your bodies.

“Fuckin hell sweets…. You’re so wet” she huffs out as she begins to move her hips on top of yours. She grabs one of your legs and grinds harder on your soaking needy pussy.

“Shit shit- I need more… please I’m so close Karlach…” you whimper out begging her to speed up.

“Shhhhh… I’ll give ya what you want sweets… don’t you worry” She picks up the pace and begins to apply pressure on the lower part of your belly.

You both rhythmically move your hope against each other, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure down your spine.

Her wetness mixing with yours was enough to drive you insane. Along with the small heartbeat of her throbbing clit against yours.

“Fuck- I’m gonna” You moan and huff out your ecstasy while Karlach chases her’s not too far behind you. Heavy breathing fills the room as you look down and see the mess you’ve both created, legs and cunts absolutely drenched in each other's cum.

With no hesitation Karlach goes to pick up a rag and gently cleans your body and then herself. She carefully pushes you to the side and removes the soaked towel from underneath you. She crawls into bed with you pulling you in closer by the waist and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears with a calm and gentle hand.

“You were lovely today.. you know that right? Gods you’re perfect all the time love” She gushes with her cheeks tinted a darker shade of red.

You giggle “So were you~ I could hardly keep up”

“Shit I wasn’t to rough was I? Did I hurt you or anything?” Her eyes widened and her lips frowned slightly. You couldn't help yourself from laughing, she looked like a kicked puppy.

“W-what? Why are you laughing….” She pouts confused at your teasing.

“No reason~ but besides that, of course you didn’t hurt me. In fact quite the opposite~”

She lets out a small sigh and smiles. “I’m just glad you enjoyed it”

She pulls you into a tight warm hug, you feel her tail wrap around your thigh. “ I enjoyed it too… a lot even..”

“But I enjoyed holding you like this so much more…”

She rubs the back of your hips gently as she looks into your eyes and pulls you into a kiss

“Thank you for all this sweets… thank you for everything… I love you”

“I love you too” You whisper as you cuddle yourself more against her warm muscular body.

“Goodnight sweets…” she says as she drifts off to sleep.

HOPE THIS ISNT ASS AND YALL ENJOY IT!

also next up are a Astarion x M!reader and a spicy gale fic with some fluff! ALSO PLEASE SEND REQUEST I LOVE READING THEMMMMMM AHHH

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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PUPPY LOVE

i’m back (kinda but not fr)! a short poly wolfstar for you 💗

WARNINGS: GRAPHIC SMUT, polyamory, p in v, anal, soft dom!sirius, soft dom!remus, sub!reader, pet names (pup, puppy), praise kink, first threesome, not proofread srry

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I had imagined my first time with them. I had imagined what it would feel like, what it would be like, I had never been with two people at once. But nothing compared to the real thing at all, not even my wildest dreams.

I feel the sweat nearly dripping off Sirius’ bare chest, my entire backside becoming damp.

“That’s it, taking Rem so well baby,” Sirius praises, “Such a good fucking girl.”

I can’t help how I clench around Remus at the praise, he pulls out slowly only to slam back into my leaking hole, “So fucking tight, so wet, so good-“ Remus moans, picking up his pace and taking one of my peaked nipples in his mouth and smacking my ass. I can feel myself about to burst.

As he pulls out again I can feel his cock twitching, one more stroke and I-, “Can’t make Remy cum so fast pup,” Sirius tuts and pulls me toward him with enough force to sit me up, off of Remus. I clench around nothing, a ruined orgasm and the empty feeling drawls pathetic whines from my throat.

“That tight little pussy is too much for him, huh?” Sirius coos running his free hand down my stomach to my heat making lazy circles into my clit, sucking harsh bruises on my neck.

He releases the delicate skin between his teeth, “Do you trust me puppy?” Sirius says softly into my ear.

I nod unable to give him much else, he slides a digit into my hole slowly, I gasp at the feeling.

“Words, baby, use your words.” Sirius kisses the back of my neck, Remus rubs my thighs up and down as he calms himself.

“Answer him.” Remus pinches the inside of my thigh harshly.

“Y-yes, trust-trust you Siri.” I managed to get out.

That was all it took for him to maneuver me onto my hands and knees, Remus underneath me, Sirius behind me.

“We’ll take care of you,” Sirius pushes me forward to hover over Remus. Sirius wets my hole before slowly pushing the tip of his length into my ass, at the same time Remus pushes back in to my sopping pussy.

I whimper at the burn of Sirius pushing in and in the same breath let out an unholy moan as Remus bottoms out. A string of incoherent babbling, as they slowly rut against me in sync, is all i’m capable of.

Both of them thick and long inside of me, stroking every place I need them, the heads of their cocks splitting me open again with every thrust. The stimulation is almost too much, I let myself cry out in pleasure, I grip the sheets tightly between my fingers and use all my strength to keep myself up.

“Think we’ve fucked her dumb, Pads.” Remus grips both ass cheeks and spreads them apart, Sirius pushes inside me until he’s flush against me, “That’s the point Moons.” I could hear the smirk in their voices.

Remus brings a hand to my neck pressing on the sides and pushing my head backwards, he slips one of my nipples into his mouth. Sirius grips a handful of hair, pulling until my back is arched completely, his fingertips digging into my hip so hard I can feel the bruising.

They both fuck into me at an ungodly pace and I feel myself clench around them both as they bring me to my peak within seconds.

“Aw poor pup, is it too much?” Sirius taunts.

“I can’t- Too big-“ I sputter.

“You can take it, you’re out good girl right?” Remus mumbles, his strokes deeper and harder than before.

“Wanna be our good girl huh pup?” Sirius moans.

“Good girl, wanna be y’good girl.” I moan breathlessly.

I feel the coil in my stomach twist tighter and tighter until I can’t hold it anymore, with both of them bottoming out the coil snaps and my climax hits me so hard I see white.

I feel my own wetness soak all of us as I nearly scream both of their names, they don’t stop and I keep drenching them in my release.

“Fuck, look at you.” Sirius groans, biting my back.

“Squirting all over us like a good little puppy, hm?” Remus holds my now limp body up.

“Let’s see how many times you can do it for us.”

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melminli · 10 months

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fuck santa

summery - satoru is weird about wearing a santa costume

contains: fem reader, suggestive joking, satoru x reader, satoru being annoying, fluff/crack

"satoru!" you called out his name as you continued to scroll through pinterest, looking at more inspiration for your great idea. "come here for a second!" you added when he didn't show up right away. you had to get this off your chest before you exploded or something.

"i'm right here. calm down." he said and sat down next to you on the couch, so close that your thighs were touching. sometimes you wondered why you had such a big couch in the first place if he always had to cling to you like that. well, it was cute - most of the time. unfortunately, not only was satoru's look pretty hot, but his body temperature was too, which became a problem. especially when you two were sleeping at night because you'd wake up in the morning drenched in sweat from his grip on you.

sometimes, it felt like dying, but you weren't allowed to say that anymore since it hurt his feelings. so you suffered in silence and just kept the window open at night. you didn't want to imagine how you would survive the summer without a cold breeze coming through.

oh, so my affection for you is that bad that you compare it to death?

you didn't want to lie. not verbally, at least, so you just shook your head. the answer he got from that was his own interpretation anyway.

"i'm not going to ask why you took so long in the bathroom because we both know your lactose intolerant ass was destroying that cheesecake in the fridge last night." you said, interrupting him with your index finger in the air as he tried to defend himself. "and don't try to gaslight me and say you only wanted to nibble a bit on it or some shit. i was there when you saw it and trust me i know that look."

also the cake was literally gone, so.

satoru pouted as he cuddled up to your side. "is that why you called me here? to finish me off?" he gazed up at you with puppy eyes. "my stomach's been killing me since six in the morning. the last thing i need is for my girlfriend to join my demise."

you ignored his bawling. "no, i called you here to talk to you about christmas dinner with the others." you said, looking a little disappointed when you saw the confused look on his face. "the christmas dinner? the one we are hosting this year?"

"right." satoru said, vaguely remembering something. "i thought we were going to suguru for christmas?"

"no. he and everyone else are coming to us. where were you when i explained to you all that stuff?"

he tried to remember something like that, but nothing came to mind. "i'm sorry, i don't seem to have been listening when you did." he admitted, but it still seemed a little unlikely to him. he always listened when you told him something. it was also unlikely that he forgot something like that. oh. "or did you just forget to tell me?"

"hmm." you hesitated to answer him. "no, i don't think so."

sure.

"whatever, i was thinking about you dressing up as santa this year. i've already ordered the costume." you said as if that went without saying. "i didn't buy a wig because, well..." you said, pointing to his head. "...thought it would be unnecessary."

satoru ran a hand through his white hair at what you said. "why do i have to dress up as santa anyway? aren't we all adults?" he asked, a little disappointed. he actually thought the idea itself was great. what he didn't like so much was that he was the one who had to dress up.

well, he didn't really mind dressing up as santa that much, but he wanted to look professional when the others were visiting and show off a bit, and the costume would kinda ruin his performance a bit. he didn't think the others would take him seriously in one. they barely did it as it was.

you just shrugged your shoulders. "i don't know, i just thought it would fit the vibe and would be kinda cute, you know?" you answered casually before getting serious again. "so, do you think you can let your beard grow until then?" you asked him, remembering that you'd never actually seen him with one before. "can you even grow a beard?"

"okay, now you're just bullying me." satoru said, offended. "of course i can. the real question is whether i want to." he announced cockily before bursting your bubble. "and i don't."

you sighed in disappointment. "come on, don't be like that. you'll look cute." you begged him and were now the one who snuggled up to him. "besides, you'd literally be the star of the evening. wouldn't you like that?"

satoru looked at you out of the corner of his eye. of course, he would like to be in the spotlight. though, he also liked the attention you were giving him right now. he also didn't want to give in so quickly, which is why he focused on your first statement. "you think santa is cute? that's pretty weird. now i think you just want to get me into some weird kink shit and you won't get my consent for that."

you punched him on the shoulder in offense at his stupid joke. "stop twisting my words. just the fact that you thought of that by me saying 'santa's cute' shows that you're the freak in this relationship."

he grinned broadly. "and you're the person who's with that freak."

a slightly disgusted grimace stretched across your face. you had reached your limit and slowly moved away from his figure. "not for long." you said, getting up and walked into the bedroom. your cell phone battery was running low, and you had to plug it in.

you didn't even get past the santa outfit point, my god. how were you supposed to organize all this stuff in time?

"wait, baby!" satoru shouted and followed after you. he stood at the doorway as he watched you. "i'm putting on the santa costume! and you can fulfill whatever freaky fantasy you have on me, i promise! don't be mad at me!"

you gave him an annoyed look. "i don't want to fuck santa, for fuck's sake! at this point, i don't even want to do it with you!"

well. that last one was a lie.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #x reader #jjk satoru #drabble #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #crack fic #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #x female reader #x female y/n

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ecliptiz · 1 year

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𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 ╰► REGULUS BLACK

Summary: He loves you, you can’t love him.

Warnings: Angst, hope it makes sense, kinda a Jo, Laurie situation- idk I’m making it up as it going.

MASTERLIST

THE WIND, A WILD symphony, entwined with your hair, embracing it with icy fingers, jerking you awake from the haze of your weary steps.

There stood Regulus, raindrops tracing delicate pathways down his raven curls, while his pale countenance and freckles beckoned your gaze like constellations in the night sky, inviting you to map their secrets as the great artists would.

His dark, searching eyes locked onto yours, the tempestuous wind causing them to squint, yet never wavering from their connection to your soul. In the depths of his irises, emotions swirled like a celestial dance of northern lights, blending frustration, fear, and an unspoken tenderness that tugged at your heartstrings.

As you turned to face him, a fragile smile graced his lips, an intricate facade that conveyed a myriad of emotions too profound to fathom.

"No," you whispered, your voice a trembling echo, as if betrayal had slashed through your very core.

"Yes," Regulus responded, his voice carrying a soft determination, while his pallid fingers reached out for you, reaching for solace amidst the storm of emotions. But you retreated, your heart torn, unable to discern whether your eyes stung from the rain's bitter assault or from the torrent of feelings crashing upon you.

Regulus pressed on, his heart laid bare, his body reaching out to her despite the biting wind and drenching rain. His eyes, like two wounded stars, yearned for her understanding, as he faced the bewildered expression of the woman he loved, the one who held his eternity within her grasp.

He would stand by her side, shape himself into perfection to match her desires, if only she would agree to spend lifetimes intertwined with him, to wake up every day to the vision of her face.

He longed to trace every detail of her being, counting the freckles, cherishing each blemish, and admiring the small scars that adorned her skin. He wanted to feel the intricate texture of her existence, from the softest touch to the most subtle creases.

"We gotta have it out, Y/N!" His voice pleaded, cracking with the force of his emotions, desperate for her to meet his gaze and bridge the distance that separated them.

Her response was firm, her voice strong yet strained, as she backed away and turned away from him, her eyes avoiding his gaze. The stars shimmered above, a silent witness to the tumultuous struggle of their hearts.

"Please, no... Regulus..." Her words were laden with pain, a silent plea for him to relent, but his love was an unstoppable force that had consumed him entirely.

With every step she took, he followed, walking sideways, never letting her out of his sight. It was uncharacteristic of him, to chase after someone like a lovesick puppy, but she had bewitched him, creating a sanctuary of serenity amidst the chaos of his world. In her presence, the cacophony of life dulled to a hush, and he felt an unfamiliar sense of safety.

Her pleas continued, her voice breaking with every utterance, as she tried to create a chasm between them, yearning for the earth to swallow her whole.

Regulus couldn't contain the words any longer, his voice strained and vulnerable, confessing a love that had taken root long ago. "I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Y/N. I couldn't resist it, no matter how hard I tried." His neck tensed, the struggle evident as he fought to hold back the torrent of emotions that threatened to consume him. He locked his eyes on hers, longing for a connection that transcended the physical realm.

But still, she begged him to stop, her voice breaking as she increased the distance between them, seeking the vast expanse of an ocean to shield her heart from the intensity of his affection.

She finally turned to face him, her nose and eyes red from tears, her trembling lips revealing the depth of her emotions. The wind continued its relentless dance, brushing against her tear-stained face, while the rain continued to pelt down around them.

Regulus pointed back and forth between them with fervor, finally allowing his eyes to meet hers, a gesture that seemed to ease the tension in his body, if only slightly.

"I've tried to show you, but you wouldn't let me! And that's alright," his voice strained, curls swirling in the tempestuous air. "No, no," she murmured, her voice interweaving with his, her eyes locked onto his with a mixture of emotions.

His brown curls clung to his forehead, his eyes a mosaic of feelings, swirling like a tempest within gentle meadows. His body remained tense, his gaze unwavering, as if he could glimpse into the very depths of her soul.

"But I need to know now. Give me an answer because I can't bear this any longer!" His voice cracked under the weight of his plea, his eyes searching hers desperately, his soul yearning for her acceptance.

His nose was red, and his eyes were lined with the aftermath of tears, reminiscent of the soft snow that blankets the ground in winter. Yet, he refused to allow any more tears to fall.

She bowed her head, the whipping hair a temporary shroud that concealed her tear-filled eyes. Her hands clutched tightly at her own clothes, a futile attempt to anchor herself against the overwhelming surge of emotions.

"Please... please," her voice wavered, raw and strained, each word echoing the agony of her heart. Her instincts drove her to create more distance between them, as if trying to protect herself from the torrent of feelings that engulfed her.

"I made sacrifices for you! I gave up important things, everything you didn't like, and I don't regret it!" His body leaned forward, tension radiating from every fiber of his being. His eyes remained tightly shut, battling to retain his composure. However, the torrent of emotions was overpowering, and a faint spray of spit escaped from his lips, unnoticed in the deluge of rain.

As she retreated further, curling into herself, she wished she could escape, to be left alone amidst the relentless downpour.

"It's alright! I waited patiently, never complaining..." His voice faltered, his eyes desperately seeking a glimpse of understanding in hers, yearning for some sign that would validate the intensity of his feelings.

His emotions were laid bare before her, like vivid paint splatters on a once pristine canvas, now marred by the chaos of their emotions. He longed for their connection to be as vibrant and true as those raw brushstrokes, but the canvas of their love remained elusive, fraught with uncertainty and fear.

He paced back and forth, his voice breaking with each syllable. "Because I..." His words were choked with emotion, and he lowered himself slightly to try and meet her downcast gaze.

"Because... you know, I thought... I hoped you love me too, Y/N." His restless movements mirrored the turmoil in his heart, as a raw pain swirled through the dark depths of his irises. He longed for a future with her, to experience all of life's milestones together, to be each other's last and first in every moment.

He wanted to wake up next to her every morning, to fall asleep in her arms every night. He envisioned sharing meals, creating cherished memories, and savoring the small, beautiful moments of life as they painted their love story together. Every fiber of his being yearned to reveal the entirety of his heart to her, and that was precisely what he was doing in that vulnerable moment.

His heart felt like a canvas stuck in a mix of vibrant paints, and she held the brush that could complete the masterpiece. He entrusted her with the power to shape their shared destiny, to blend their colors and create something more profound and beautiful than he could ever fathom alone.

In his eyes, love and longing swirled, a vivid kaleidoscope of emotions that yearned for reciprocation.

His footsteps imprinted muddy marks on the rain-covered grass, mirroring the tumult of emotions that stormed within him. "And I realize I'm not half good enough!" His voice cracked with the weight of his inadequacy, yearning to be deserving of her love, to hold her attention unwaveringly.

He was willing to change, to transform himself completely for her, at the slightest beckoning of her fingers. He didn't mind the vulnerability of such surrender if it meant being with her.

"And I'm not this great man!" he confessed, his voice trembling. Yet, before he could dwell in self-doubt, she interjected, speaking the words he so desperately longed to hear. "Oh yes you are!" Her voice chimed in harmony with his, drawing herself closer to him.

As their bodies moved nearer, their hearts beat in tandem, his eyes revealing the weariness of a soul seeking solace.

"I am so grateful to you, you are too good for me, you are a great deal!" she proclaimed, her finger pointing towards him as if marking the epicenter of her affection. With each passing moment, their proximity grew, and the distance between them became infinitesimal.

"I don't know why I can't love you! I want to, but I don't know how!" Her voice quivered, her body shivering from the cold and the overwhelming sensation of his warmth, tantalizingly close yet just beyond reach. Her eyes searched his, desperately seeking an answer to the enigma of her heart.

His eyes, like celestial orbs, held a universe of emotions that captivated her entirely. She had never been interested in stars..until they were found in his eyes.

In that suspended moment, everything around them faded into the background. The rain's gentle patter became a mere hum, drowned out by the intensity of their emotions.

Regulus was lost in the impulse, and before he knew it, his lips were pressed tenderly against hers. The softness of their kiss conveyed a depth of feeling that transcended words. His hands sought to keep her close, gripping her cheeks gently, as if afraid that she might slip away.

Her fingers tangled in his damp curls, a mix of pushing and pulling, torn between pushing him away and drawing him closer. Yet, an undeniable connection held them together, as if their souls recognized the truth in their shared emotions.

When they finally parted, his breath came in soft pants, his forehead resting against hers. His lips brushed against hers with the softest of touches, and their noses bumped in a display of intimacy that was both tender and electric.

"Please, let's learn together," he murmured, his voice laden with hope and vulnerability. He held onto her, afraid to open his eyes, fearing that this could all be a fleeting dream.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering closed as she breathed lightly. A timid nod conveyed her acceptance, her willingness to explore this uncharted territory of love together.

In the quiet embrace, time seemed to lose its meaning, and the world outside melted away, leaving only the two of them entwined in each other's presence. The rain's gentle rhythm was a subtle symphony to the harmony they had just discovered.

Regulus dared to open his eyes, and as he gazed into her own, he found a reflection of his emotions mirrored in her depths. He saw uncertainty mingled with the tender spark of hope, a mixture of fear and longing that resonated with his very being.

"I've never felt like this before," he whispered, his voice a fragile admission of the profound impact she had on him. "You make me want to be better, to be worthy of your love."

Her fingers caressed his cheek, her touch conveying a silent reassurance that he didn't need to be perfect, that she accepted him as he was, flaws and all. "You are worthy," she said softly, her voice carrying a warmth that wrapped around his heart like a comforting embrace. "We'll learn together, and we'll figure it out."

In that moment, they both knew that their journey had only just begun. They were no longer alone, no longer adrift in their emotions. They had found an anchor in each other, and together they would navigate the uncharted waters of love and vulnerability.

With each passing moment, their connection deepened, their souls painting an ever-evolving masterpiece of emotions. The rain continued to fall, but they stood there, soaked through, yet feeling nothing but warmth in each other's presence.

As they walked hand in hand, leaving behind the rain-soaked grass, they knew that life would still present its challenges, but now they faced them together.

#keeperofthestars #james potter imagine #sirius black imagine #harry potter imagine #james potter x y/n #sirius black #fred weasly x reader #peter pettigrew #remus lupin imagine #harry potter #regulus black #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black imagine #little women #angst #imagine #james potter

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hanatagami · 1 year

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My Unlucky Charm (Izumi Yuu x GN! Reader)

god i downloaded so many izumi gifs trying to pick one, i love him sm

i have a bad habit of falling in love with the males of romantic animes, but the problem is everyone loves the main couple together they don’t write fanfics for them and it pains me

please tell me you want more cause I want mORE

if you think of something cute for him please tell me

and i may do smth like this for Tadano from Komi-san so...if you want that lmk pwejfpwoe

it’s been like this since you were born

your good luck was an enigma to you, your parents, and god

anything that could go well for you, goes well

your lucky your parents raised you well cause boy that luck could’ve gone to your head quickly

lotteries, games of chance, pop quizzes (somehow), were always in your favor

now normally thats great and all, but it does get very...lonely

in middle school you had definitely come to the realization your ‘friends’ saw you less as a ‘friend’ and more of a ‘good luck charm’

if it was a mix of both, maybe it would of been fine

but after a certain situation and some reflection on your part, you have come to understand they weren’t really interested in you

they didn’t remember anything about you, even the simplest of things

it was very disheartening, but a very important realization

you just didn’t have it in you to stay friends with people who only saw you as some walking white cat statue

and when you cut them off they had the nerve to be upset about it

spread rumors and everything

how you were stuck-up and conceited, someone who always ordered your friends around and expected them to cover for you

they had shaped your schools image into thinking you had some god complex

you were walking home in the rain, enjoying the soft sounds of water hitting your umbrella and the ground around you

when someone-something had caught your attention

a large piece of plastic had flew past you at a high speed, which was weird cause it really wasn’t that windy today

looking ahead you saw a dark-haired male standing a little further ahead of you, staring blankly ahead of him as if he was processing something

he was holding a long silver rod- remains of the umbrella that had flown past you moments prior

your walk had slowed a little to observe the male in front of you as he seemingly had an internal monologue of some kind

he took a deep breath, straightened out a little, and gained a look of determination

he held his arms over is head, getting in a running pose, and just as he was about to take off-

“Excuse me?”

Your voice startled him out of his battle focus, feet tripping over themselves slightly, losing traction on the wet ground

as he fell you rushed towards to help him, his body weight crashing into yours

apparently not ready for the sudden weight you also stumbled back, bracing yourself for an impact with the floor

but thanks to your luck (maybe) there was a little jut in in the cement you hadn’t noticed earlier that supported your foot from slipping anymore, and grounding yourself and the boy

(the luck must’ve been the cement helping you instead of tripping you)

“Oh my god dude, are you alright!?”

The guy in front of you looks up at you and- oh my god

this is easiest one of the cutest and prettieST BOYS YOU’VE EVER SEEN-

“U-Um, I’m fine. Thank you so much for catching me!” he looked up at you with the cutest unintentional puppy dogs eyes, before he chuckled sheepishly as he stepped back from your hold

“I’m sorry, I’m pretty clumsy...” He looked down in shame, messing with his drenched hair

“No, no, it’s okay, I swear!” You were quick to try and cheer him up, such a sad face didn’t suit the boy in front of you at all, “Was it your umbrella that flew by me a minute ago?”

His face struck with realization at your comment, and it was kinda cute to see the way he began to check his hand and the area around him for the rod-remains of his umbrella that he dropped while falling.

He gingerly picked it off the ground, with the caution of something else unexpected happening that he couldn’t predict. Facing you once more, you were finally able to get a proper look at him.

He was slender, his clothes would hang loosely on his form if they weren’t stuck to his body from the rain. His dark purple hair fells just a little past his brighter purple eyes. He didn’t hold himself with too much confidence, though he seemed to try and a bit a conscious effort in doing otherwise

Overall: very cute

“I’m sorry about my umbrella, I’m a bit unlucky so this kind of stuff happens a lot...” His face grew a slight shade of pink, as if he was admitting to something strange, his thin fingers began to fiddle with the remainders of his umbrella to help ease his own tension

“I have an extra if you’d like it?” he was taken slightly off guard by that apparently, his eyes widening slightly and hands taking a break from their actions

“No it’s fine! I couldn’t take your extra from you, what if you end up needing it?” You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at his concern, it’s incredible that he can be worried for you when he was the one currently getting drenched

“Please don’t worry about it, I have more spares at home. I actually won the spare today at a store, so I really don’t need it.”

“Do you...really not need it...?” You had to stop yourself from making a noise at the face he sent you, you didn’t know someone could look cute with shy uncertainty, but alas

“Yep! I won’t be missing it, I promise.”

He hesitantly accepts the wrapped umbrella from your hands, holding it like it was the most fragile thing in the world

And immediately upon opening it, you both watch in shock as the plastic part flies away in a sudden wind

You guys stare at each other in awkward silence, before he beigns to apologize feverishly for his bad luck

“Um...I have another spare if you want it?” You pull out a second umbrella from your bad, and show it to him.

“I won this at a store today too...”

que a few more moments of awkward awe

He looks at you with a bit of disbelief, you (correctly) assume that he thinks your just saying that to make him feel better about taking it

“I have pretty good luck! I get stuff like this all the time so...please take it!” You back up your words by pushing the umbrella into his chest, and gave a reassuring smile to show him your being honest

“Well, if you really don’t mind...”

“I don’t.”

He takes it from you once more, opening it much more gently then the last one, cautious something may happen again.

You guys both tense once it fully happens, awaiting for what may happen.

In sync you and the mystery boy accompany a sigh of relief with a relaxing of your shoulders, giving each other a sheepish smile at the scenario.

“Well please be careful on your way back...”

“You too.” “...”

It took him a second to realize you had wanted his name, stuttering out a “I-Izumi Yuu!” with a funny look on his face.

“I’m (L/n) (Y/n). You better get home fast, or you’ll get sick. I’ll see you around?” You offer a slight wave with your free hand as you walk past him, making sure to smile your best smile at him.

“Yes!”

You can’t help but release a chuckle at his response, like he was a soldier talking to his superior.

As you walked away, Izumi couldn’t help but curl up a little into himself, a little flustered at your smile, the way you chuckled as you left, basically the whole interaction

And he was thankful you didn’t hear the yelp that escaped when the umbrella suddenly closed on him without warning.

You guys both made it home that day thinking of the other, hoping you each made it back okay.

(Izumi had in fact gotten a cold, but there was no way for you to know that)

(you didn’t catch a cold, but you may have caught feelings)

you didn’t see him soon after that, in fact it wasn’t until you first day of high school rolled around that you saw him again

when you had entered the school gates, you had unexpectedly run into him talking to a girl with long pink hair, and the brightest blue eyes

overall: very pretty

you walked closer to greet them but stopped when she suddenly gripped him with a serious look on her face.

“Tell me...your name.”

“It’s...It’s Izhumi...”

“Ho ho, Izhumi huh?” Both heads had whirled at your sudden intrusion, you were now able to tell they were both red from whatever conversation they were having...and at your witness of it all, they were beginning to glow a bright crimson.

You laugh mischievously as Izhumi begins to sweat violently and correct himself, while also greeting you, but also messing up your name in the process making you laugh more.

“I’m sorry Izhumi if I could’ve sworn your name was Izumi but maybe I just heard you wrong.”

He lets out a small whine of frustration at your teasing, as if he couldn’t make it anymore entertaining for you.

Chuckling out apologies you turn to the pink haired girl who had been eyeing you two, probably quietly wondering as if to how you two know each other.

“Hello, my name is (L/n) (F/n), I met Izhumi a while ago while walking home. Poor guy broke two umbrellas in a row right in front of me.” You rest your head in your hand in remembrance, your words bringing about another sound of protest from the boy next to you.

You could see her gaze go back to Izumi in which you (correctly) guess is a though of ‘wow he really IS unlucky’

“I’m Shikimori Miyako, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope we get along from now on.”

She graces you with a sweet smile as the three of you being to walk together, chatting on your way to freshman orientation.

Shikimori eventually spots two friends of hers and parts, but you stick around with Izumi who has been nervously staring at the ground for a while, probably going over the whole fiasco earlier (and thats exactly whats he was doing)

“Izhumi.”

His head snaps up to instinctively deny his new nickname, but every word seems to fizzle in his throat when he catches glimpse of your face. You aren’t able to recognize the look on his face at the time, but perhaps one day with some retrospect you’ll be able too.

“I feel so lucky to have met you again. And I feel so lucky to be able to attend school with you, and maybe if I’m really lucky, we’ll have class together too! This is looking to be my luckiest year yet.”

You don’t know the full extent of emotions that washed over him with your words, and he’d bet you might never understand what they meant to him. Although he loses all his bets, so whose to say.

As you give him what is probably the most beautiful smile he has ever seen, what once was but a sprout of feelings had sprouted into a bud, and it was left wanting more.

Was seeing him again, being around him more in the future...really good luck to you? Maybe its because you haven’t been around him enough to experience the brute force of his bad luck, that you don’t know what your getting into. If you really were so lucky all the time, would experiencing the problems that come with be a problem to you?

His mind was racked with thoughts, with feelings, and concerns. But overall, he couldn’t help but hope...

...that you meant it. And that you would continue to mean it.

your first year of class was very interesting, more for your classmates then you.

you had spent this year getting close to Izumi and Shikimori, becoming close friends with them and their respective friends, and a whole class got to witness your and Izumi’s luck clash.

Not really clash, but if you were both to be affected by the luck or lack of, the other would cancel it out. somehow.

like if its pure unlucky for Izumi, it’ll still happen, but if its unlucky for both you and izumi, your luck would act up and neutralize it.

needless to say your classmates observed you guys heavily when together cause the weirdest shit happens.

they’ll never forget when they were watching you two eating lunch together outside on a bench, and a bird swooped down to steal your guys’ food only to watch the bird get hit by a stray baseball, and you two were none the wiser.

It’s often that Izumi trips, but when he trips on you and you fall too, there's always someone miraculously behind you to cushion you both.

and perhaps the strangest thing has been happening all year long, since the first day. Izumi broke his pencil, so you gifted him an extra (deja vu), and then everyday for the rest of the year Izumi would break or lose the new pencil, and you would find or win a new pencil to give him, just for the same thing to happen the next day. Without fail.

You and Izumi when together have an aura of hidden glee that practically has the words “we’re normal!” floating around, happy that your lucks seem less prevalent together

But to everyone watching from the outside, you guys are really anything but normal together

you still call him Izhumi cause you think it’s cute and it still frustrates him. You and Shikimori often gang up on him cause his pouty face is wicked cute.

The day you met Shikimori, Izumi had messed up your name too when greeting you, so that has been adopted as your nickname and you think its cute so your fine with it. Izumi refuses to call you it though, sadly, and gets embarrassed everyone else does cause it was him who made the mistake and pronounced it that way

Izumi was by far the sweetest person you’ve ever met, much better then anyone who had gone to your middle school. you’ve never seen someone have it so rough, but be so selfless and kind

it would be so easy for him to be bitter and envious of your luck, but he never was. he was in awe of it, but it never was a driving point for his feelings towards you

to borrow a line from fruits basket, he deserves the moon but he would never ask you for it

you and izumi were picked for class cleanup after school one day

the window was opened to help keep the room cool, it was warm but not warm enough for the school to want to use the AC

that day was the first time you saw it

as in izumi-fashion, the wind had assisted him in losing balance when he had stepped on a wet spot from mopping, taking him to the floor

it was in the wind and the fall you spotted it

Izumi was quick to laugh it off sheepishly, promising he was fine and expected to hear your beautiful laugh

what he didn't expect was to see you on your knees in front of him with a concerned look on your face (though it was still one of the most beautiful looks he had ever seen, every new expression he discovers from you always makes him fluttery inside)

he stood statuesque still as he looked you in the eye, the only thing he could hear was his breathing and racing heart

his eyes couldn’t tear away from your hand as it had begun to approach him

his eyes slammed shut in nervousness and he hoped you couldn’t feel how sweaty he had gotten from the sudden heat that rushed to his face

his mind was going a mile a minute, and he would be lying if he hadn’t been expecting a kiss of some kind

he was so ready for it, but also not prepared at all!

he grew brave enough to crack an eye when he felt more firmness on the right side of his face along with a “oh honey...”

you had a habit of calling people things like that, when joking or worried

you did it to all your friends, but he couldn’t deny that it felt really nice to be called that by you

(and sometimes when he’s feeling brave, when he’s lying down for bed he’ll imagine you only calling him that oh how scandalous)

his head had cleared quickly when he had realized just exactly you were looking at, and what specifically you had been touching

subconsciously he had leaned into the fingers that traced the scar on his face, a scar that was usually hidden by his bangs

it makes that you wouldn’t have seen it before, and he couldn’t deny that the concern for it made him a little happy, even though he doesn’t enjoy seeing you so worried

Izumi could feel himself fall in love with the somehow soft-firmness in which you traced it

and he could feel himself fall in love with the idea that normally he knew you would of asked to touch it before doing so, you didn’t like to touch people without running it by them first

he hoped that instinctually you knew he would of let you touch it, and that's why it had slipped your mind to ask in the moment

“...Can I ask what happened?”

if he wasn’t so conscious of the moment rn, he definitely would melted into your hand at the tone of your voice

“I have all kinds of scars like this,” it was flattering the way your brow scrunched in concern for him, though it made him feel kinda bad too

“I got injured a lot as a kid. I think this one came from a truck crashing into the house...”

“Oh gosh, hun, I knew you were unlucky but...”

Izumi could pinpoint this as the day he fell in love with you

up into that point he knew something was forming, but this was the first moment he consciously thought

‘oh. I love them.’

“Izumi as long as I’m by your side, this will never happen again.”

The setting sun blossomed a beautiful set of warm colors against your skin, the beams of light fell in such a way it was as if your eyes were softly gleaming, and your hair had been perfectly radiated by the ray, it was almost if you had a halo.

god you were so lovely

and it was from that day on Izumi got clumsier in front of you.

god he wants so badly to be cool, and by god does he try.

but he wouldn’t be izumi if they all hadn’t failed in miraculously dramatic ways.

one day izumi had “accidentally” made too much food so he was gonna give some to you.

your classmates had been roughing around and knocked both over both of the bentos he had made

they froze at the tears in his eyes, and became truly petrified at Inuzuka’s and Shikimori’s fearsomely livid faces.

Though it wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t genuinely accidentally made too much food, and was willing to give him your extra bento. You had brought it so your friends could pick at it, but you were more then willing to give him the entire one.

it was also then they found out you always made indescribably delicious food

you told them you had a bad habit of accidentally knocking things in or impulsively using things to see how they’d taste, and the result is always top cuisine.

Izumi ate your food with tears running down his face, he was so blessed to eat your food but so cursed to not be able to give you his. (His pride was also a little hurt that you cooked better then him, he wanted to show off to you)

(he didn’t know you’d be happier eating his food then your own regardless, but he’ll find out someday soon)

he had prepped for a study session with the friend group, and it was ready to be really cool and teach you

He was the fifth in his year after all!

But

Turns out, everything he studied on either wasn’t on the curriculum somehow or it was something you already knew.

I mean he was still able to teach you a lot, but it frustrating that none of it was what he had specifically touched on to help you with.

Though he forgot all about that when you smiled and thanked him for helping you

(you may have just given him the drive to learn everything, which knowing him, was gonna blow up in some way)

and then in class he been staring at you for so long the teacher ended up calling him out in front of everyone and he was so embarrassed

the way you smiled at him did make it a bit better though...

The way he confessed to you was so like you guys, so unbelievable but yet so believable

it was the end of the school year when he decided to confess to you, he had begun to grow anxious as the new school year approached

You guys were in the same class this year, but it may not be the same next year.

You guys may not get as much time together, which means you’ll spend more time with others, then you’ll realize he isn’t worth his salt, then you’ll leave him and probably date some hunk with totally normally luck and you guys can win the lottery together and spend the rest of your lives together happily with kids and pets

He’s been

overthinking a lot recently

He tries to stay out of his own head, but it hasn’t been going well

He wants to show you how much he loveslikes you before it might be too late, and as he much as he can hope you guys are in the same class next year, with you and him in the mix who knows what could happen

So he decides to confess

He planned it all out

He’d ask if you guys could have lunch together privately in a spot behind the school, he’d give you his earnestly written love letter along with a bento he made (he’ll make a heart shape in it) and after you read it he’ll tell you how much you mean to him and then

he doesn’t know what next, but hopefully you’ll respond in kind

Of course the moment he decided there was a plan, every single step of that plan was gonna go haywire

he had gone through so many pieces of paper trying to write the perfect letter for you to read

he had wrote some pretty cringy stuff, but he’s sure he weeded out all the mess and made his perfect love letter

And then he thought of all the foods he’s heard you talk about, and picked out your favorites and made the best bento he could

his dad was in the kitchen so nothing went awry, but didn’t help with the cooking cause Izumi wanted to do it himself so “it could have all his feelings inside”

he was happy with the bento, and nothing had happened so he put it in the fridge and got ready for the next day

he was gonna do it

he was gonna confess!

the day started off well, he had the bento packed and he had sealed the letter in a cute pink envelope with a heart sticker (it was scratch and sniff, it smelt like roses which he thought would be romantic)

he didn’t even trip or get dirty on the way to school, maybe this was a good sign!

and all throughout the school day, nothing too strange happened so that was good

(he got called out again by the teacher for staring at you, but that was becoming frequent to the point it was no longer “strange”)

you had accepted his invite to eat lunch privately together, so that was step 1 complete

but from then onward

holy shit

the moment the bell rung he told you he’d meet you there, he just needed to do something real quick

You smile and go about your way, cute as could be

he pulled the letter and lunch out of his bag and with a deep breath he straightened out his shoulders and began his march to you

his determined face was really cute, it was a shame you couldn’t see it

but somehow

somehow

the wind in the hallway picked up? like a strong breeze through a window or something?

it snatched the letter right out of his hands and down the hall

he let out a small disbelieving screech before running down the hall to catch up, wary to not mess up the lunch in his hands, and tried to grab it with his free hand

it was sadly not going well, and the letter flew all the way down the hall, out the door, and straight into the blue sky

He squealed in panic and tried the best he could follow it, he was out of breath and red in the face (he was no athlete) but he wasn’t gonna let it out of his sight

and good for him, he didn’t!

but the wind had flew the letter all the way to your spot, and landed gently in your hands.

He tried to run up to you but collapsed out of breath just far enough so you couldn’t hear him pant

But he could hear you.

“A letter? It has my name on it...” He watches as you open the letter as he desperately tries to catch his breath

you read a little message in parenthesis under the sticker sealing the letter, it had a little arrow pointing to the sticker that said to give it a scartch n sniff, and you follow said instructions

you kinda guessed what this letter was gonna be about, the color of the envelope and the sticker kinda gave it away, and you were impressed by the thought put into it

you opened it and began to read it out loud to yourself much to his embarrassment

but to his utter humiliation you proceed to read the most cringiest and childish little remarks he had ever thought about you

oh god

he sealed the wrong letter

it wasn’t ever a letter

sure it started “Dear (Y/n)” but after that it was a bunch of hearts, bad doodles of you two holding hands and small little things he thinks of when he daydreams about you

that wasn’t a letter

“The way you focus on your work is really cute”

“You look so adorable in your uniform, how are you not breaking any dress codes to look that cute”

“the way your laugh sounds is so sweet it should be illegal”

“Your sweeter than any sweet i’ve ever had, i love you so much”

“I think the smell of your shampoo and conditioner suit you so well”

“god ur the cutest wutest loveliest little thing i wanna snuggle and huggle and crush you and kiss you and-”

the more he wrote the more unhinged it had gotten

god it was literally awful to hear you speak them into the world, and it was worse knowing you were never gonna forget this

it was the paper where he wrote to just get all the random thoughts he loves about you out of his head so he could write seriously

“...I love you so much and I hope you love me too...”

“...From Izhumi.”

GOD NO PLEASE-

He lets out a violent wheeze at your words and you just so happen to hear this one, and turn, and he hadn’t even thought about what he may look like right now since he was so busy struggling with his embarrassing letter

(he had signed it Izhumi becuase theres a part of him that actually gets really happy when you call him that, it’s like a pet name and you look so cute when you say it and he wanted to indulge that part of him but that was a misTAKE-)

(and of course he wrote I LOVE YOU and not I LIKE YOU like a NORMAL PERSON)

the young fella in front of you was nothing short of a mess, he was panting heavily, face deeply red - a mix from running and embarrassment-, his uniform was completely disheveled and his hair was entirely unruly.

overall: still very cute.

“Izumi, did you really write this?” He hides his face in his hand and whines pathetically-but cutely- “You weren’t supposed to read that one...”

He can hear you approach him, but he doesn’t have it in him to uncover his face.

“...Is this for me too?” You gently tug on the cloth-wrapped bento hanging from his fingers and he lets out a small whine of confirmation

He pulls the courage up enough to peek slightly between his fingers as you unwrap it

and upon opening it-

oh god

it was the wrong bento

it was his moms, she must’ve grabbed the one he made for you on accident

and coincidentally

it was filled with all the foods you like the least

he lets out a shout of panic and you can only stare in worry as he begins to tremble and tear up

Small streams fell down his cheeks as began to stumble through a sentence- though it wasn’t very coherent

His mind was racing and he was trying to get all the words out to explain what the letter was, how it was the wrong one, and about the bento and how he had made one that had food you actually liked and how this was supposed to be his perfect confession

He felt your hand softly grasp his wrists-that at this point had been violently rubbing away tears- and pull them away from his face

He looked at you with upturned eyes that was very reminiscent of the ones you had seen upon first meeting him

he had quiet in anticipation to your next move, he doesn’t know if he can hope that this goes well after he butchered it so bad

but he can’t deny he feels it when you gently cradle his face and wipe the tears away, humming so softly he almost couldn’t hear it

his breath is stopped when your face gets closer to him, and he feels like he may pass out when your body presses closer to his

And then he feels something completely unexpected

His hair is brushed away slightly and a soft kiss is planted on his scar

he could feel a warm tingling from the spot your lips had touched, and it spread when he saw the smile on your face

“It’s okay hun, calm down. Let’s have some lunch, okay? My boyfriend just gave me the cutest letter and some lunch and I can’t wait to try it.”

A new round of tears erupts from his eyes, but he tenses his face and snorts in hopes of getting it to stop. The brightest smile you’ve ever seen is emitted from the boy and he immediately begins pestering you with countless “Really?”s and explanations onto what he wanted to do and to please give him the letter he can’t live knowing that it exists

(you get to keep it because he can’t say no to you)

God you just scored yourself the cutest boyfriend

Izumi may be the unluckiest guy in the world, but he feels like the luckiest to have been able to meet you and to have been able to love you, and have you love him back.

#shikimori's not just a cutie #yuu izumi #izumi yuu #izumi yuu x reader #x reader #x gn! reader #x gender neutral reader #izumi yuu x gender neutral reader

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roosterisdaddy36 · 2 years

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Request 😊.

Kinda based on this gif but maybe something like eddie x reader had taken so long to finally get together and realize they were made for each other eddie had discovered a liking for making his girl scream so everyone in the house can hear her or anyone walking by his van at lovers lake or the bathroom at school….or when they go to a cabin for the weekend with Nancy Jonathan robin and Steve it’s just non stop 💦💦 reader is slightly embarrassed but would never deny eddie anything 😁 just go crazy with it 💦💦

Fair warning this is going to be pure smut mixed with light Steve teasing

The babysitter gang adored Y/N since the day they all met her especially when they introduced her to Eddie but they weren't counting on the constant screams of pleasure coming from her when she's alone with Eddie. "I can't stand it anymore does he have to make her scream?!" Steve groaned dramatically into the couch as everyone laughed. "You're only complaining cause you're still single and Eddie is getting some." Barked the small ginger haired child known as Max. And she was right because while everyone was so busy roasting and picking on Steve, Eddie just made his girl finish for the third time with nothing but his tongue and he was enjoying the sight of her naked body panting heavily staring at him with dark challenging eyes. "You're not getting tired on me are you baby?" She teased him dragging a hand down her body from her chest to her navel straight to where his head just was. He chuckled sliding off his beloved hellfire shirt snatching her hand away from her already drenched pussy. Fingers were next then she was going to take his cock like he knows she will. He didn't give her a warning as he slid two fingers into her soaked entrance playing carefully with her clit while he soaked at her neck leaving plenty of marks. "Fucking Christ you love my fingers that much huh? They're practically being soaked in by your greedy little pussy." He groaned softly into her ear curling his fingers as she let's out a strangled cry. He wanted to hear her screams and he was determined to get them one way or another. She was a writhing mess under Eddie's fingers groaning his name screaming it in ecasty when he brushed her G spot while he brushed her clit with his thumb. "P..pure...tor....torture Puppy please wanna cum need to cum." She cried out when he slowly pulled his fingers out of her watching him lick them slowly one by one. "We're just getting started honey. Everyone is going to love you screaming my name so let's give them a show."

You never said I couldn't end on a cliffhanger lol maybe I'll do a part 2 who knows 😏😈

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #i'm going feral #ugh fuck #daddy asf #stranger things eddie #first request #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x reader #joe quinn smut #joseph quinn smut

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carnivorousyandeere · 1 year

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idk if you've ever received an ask like this but thorn being icky stinky girlfail and having a darling who HATES it and just gives her a bath and she's like grabbing at darling but darling keeps hitting her hands away and going NO WE ARE BATHING WE ARE SHOWERING YOU ARE GOING TO GET CLEAN. idk, just thought the idea is super fucking funny LOL

OR, ALTERNATIVELY: taking thorn out back and spraying her with a hose like a dirty stinky dog

No, I… can’t say I’ve ever gotten an ask quite like this? Went through the stages of grief here. Laughed. Cried. Did some laundry. Stared at the wall for a bit. (/hj)

Literally been thinking about this for hours. Thorn does have desperate puppy sub energy and all, but still, thinking about taking her out back and spraying her with the hose like that makes me sad 😭 hell, the thought of spraying an actual dog like that makes me sad. To be fair she’d probably be more like this:

Than this:

But still.

Maybe a slip-n-slide with soap in it would work for an “outside bath” though 🤔

CW: sex mentions, got angsty kinda out of nowhere ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thorn almost wants to fight back when you insist on giving her a bath— but then she thinks of your hands on her, warm and wet from the water, and quickly relents. She still pouts a little, determined to hold onto her indignation at being told what to do and when to do it, even as she secretly expects things to escalate into you touching her in more sexually satisfying ways.

You have other plans in mind. Hands moving quickly and methodically, not lingering anywhere she really wants you to, you scrub Thorn down with an antibacterial soap, an exfoliating scrub, and finally your own body wash. Thorn watches the water swirl down the drain, somehow both dirty and soapy, and clutches at the warm fluffy towel you’d pulled from the dryer just for her.

You reach around her and Thorn expects, hopes— that this’ll be the good part, that you’ll finally touch her how she’s been hoping you will— but you only reach around and turn the water on again. You coax Thorn back into the bath, and have her tilt back so her hair is under the faucet. Thorn closes her eyes, resigned to the lack of sex in the near future, and lets you do what you will.

You take your time washing her hair, gently scrubbing at her scalp with your nails as you lather shampoo and rinse once, then twice. The attention feels strange. Thorn can’t help but squeeze her eyes shut tighter, something painful curling up in her chest at the kindness and gentleness of your touch. You begin to drench her hair in conditioner; it’s curly, and been dyed to hell and back, so it needs as much moisture as it can get. She hiccups, and you pause.

“Thorn?” You ask, pulling back to look at her face rather than her hair. “You doing okay?”

Thorn can’t find in in herself to look at you. She shakes her head a little bit, and you notice the tears streaking through the stray water droplets running down her face.

“Oh,” you sigh, rinsing your hand before cupping her cheek. Thorn grabs your hand and nuzzles into it harder. “What’s wrong, baby?”

Why are you so… nice to me? Even though I’m so….. “G-got sham… shampoo in my eye…”

#sorry 😭#mail 📬#oc thorn #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

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everythingbutresolved · 1 year

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The Worst Haim Fic Ever

Fictional!Hamish Linklater x f!reader

Rating: Horny Teenager

Summary: Let's break the writing dry spell with something so bad it will self destruct when you have finished reading it shall we?

Warnings: Grammar? What is it? Abuse of Zeta Gen talk. Reader is a a hamfam mutual and Haim has several nicknames, gratuitous descriptions of the male body, unprotected sex, moron dirty talk.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love in the past year, I'm trying to love back and be more productive, I just wanted to share the silliest thing that popped in my mind...enjoy 😜

ur sitting at home in ur pjs all comfy with half edible left from the tray you baked for the weekend.

Ur dog and you are watching netflix eating only red m&m’s talking to the friendz in your phone when u hear a knock at ur door. u get up and spill all the candies on the floor but don’t worry cuz u already gulped down all the red and yellow choco, but carry your puppy with u because you didnt order anything from amazong in like 3 days so your four legged friend might have to scare an intruder. u open the door and it’s the hottest man ever

Hummus Longlater

u almost drop on your butt bcz you were just talking to your mutuals in barks and meows how much u need to climb that human palmtree covered in chocolate fudge. U say “Drop gorgeous Daddy Legend wtf ya doin here?” But that piece of licorice bats his eye hair so quickly u fall back on the couch while ur doggo goes and pack his toys cuz he's going with him.

“Hey babygirl” Hamosh sais, leaning on ur doorframe, revealing he is wearing nothing but a white vest two sizes down a toddler and the tightest jeans ever sold by those gud bois at Levi’s. A “Look I know I’m your bias and that I always munch on it, and finally my Zaddy whiskers r too drenched in fandom juice to keep ignoring them. The fire has spread and reached my cheeks missus.”

ur like “omg !! Im not wearing any makeup!! Or pants!! Oh skinny legend u’re so father, periodt!!!” but he just lafs at that because tahts what he likes about u. “ya girl i know thats why im heer. I’m mad lit on god no god no cap. Drip drip. I heard u enjoy eating junk food and getting your junk food ate out. Do u wanna rip my pants and eat me up gurl? Leave no crumbs baby.”

And saying that he loafs in to your house, tripping over doggo when he refuses to hover his naked feet. “i like your trash panda” “don’t scratch him under his ear or he’ll hump ur leg till tomorrow” U say before smushing your face into his. He smells like old spice and tastes like pumpkin donut and matcha latte. You untangle your tongues only to ask “Hammac glorious, your foot is always on my neck daddy, but I have to ask, r u real or is the weed they sold me pretty fire?”

Ur pup gives you stern look and plops on his furry ass and ur sure he says “human im petotaly serious don0t parse this or ill foist on you three gens of my litters – mine and the raccoon that lives under the porch”

Himbo grabs ur sweaty ass and says “The way u scratch ur armpits called me like a charm and i just had to come get a taste of this sweet sweet potato couch.” He stretches his vest over his head, his eyes are the color of the hazelnut frosted chocolate brownie you had this morning. “well? U got me like La-La-La baby, wanna sit on my face or what ?”“duh,” u spit, moving puppy aside. “I love you down Mr. H” His chest is smooth with baby oil when you slide ur hands on it. He has huge hands that scoop under ur ass and throw you on the bed and rip of your pjs. Ur android goes flying out the pocket, probsbly never to be seen again. U have the time to chant “You’r our beloved, and u have us in a chokehold!” then is on top of you fast, pinnning you to the bed, slopply groping under ur shirt for ur boobs that bounce boobily. He chokes u with his socks that smells like socks but u kinda think thats hot. His jeans sway to the floor and skitter away, leaving him in his boxers he got for christmas in 2003. His heft is huge, huger than his hands. It snaps the elastic and elicopter it for a ful minute until u’re hypnotized. “dont worry babygurl this will help u get it all in” he grabs ur legs and throws them over his shoulder and massages ur pussy until u scream and snatch his fingers up your coochie like the dyson ur mom gave u for xmas.

“omg Mr. H that was nom-nom delish how r u so good at pumpussy??!” you gasp gasplessly

“since I’m in my assembly period my strengths multiplied, now I can make u cum with just a flex of my massive eyebrows watch this” and with that he hoola-hoops his hairy caterpillars and makes u *O* a few more times “ r u ready baby gril?”

“yes Zaddy!”

He likes that. He ate that up a compliment and had u GAG, while ur cunt eats it all up. U can see urself cumming in the reflex of his caramel pudding eyes. He moans so loud the neighbors think ur killing someone and get more popcorns. U scream obscenities and fuck and cum and fuck and cum all over the apartment. Ur doggo has found ur phone and is taking a video to send ur besties later. The couch rols over from so much fuckng and cumming. Hammamet keeps gong flexing his infinite thighs becuz yours gave up. He doesn't unload until the very end when he climbs on the bedframe and showers u singing Sweet Home Carolina. U almost drown.

“wow mr Hamigo thank u” u say. Talking makes cum gush off ur hair

“ur welcom. Btw I gotta go now.” He swishes in his jeans like a well grased seal and moves to ur side of the bed. U start crying for the sudden loss of his massive cock. “Hamandbacon I thought you were different but ur like everyone else, mid.”

He looks into ur eyes and lovingly swipes some cum from your face.

“I don’t get it. I just gave u the best camping of ur life”

“And now ur fleeing”

He lafs u off “I have 47 more friendly stops after this, don’t be greedy babgurl” U bat ur sticky palms with joy, meanwhile your familiar retrieves ur phone for U so you can give a head up to your mutuals – get ready with water and lube.

@littleredwritingcat this is for you bestie

Randy tag @supplanther @plainlo-inthemorning @girlwiththenegantattoo @agirlinherhead @madsmilfelsen @aherdofbees @chronic-ghost @ebiemidnightlibrarian @pegplunkett @jyngerpeach and more

#hamfam #hamfam assemble #hamish linklater #fanfic #The Worst Haim Fic Ever #silly thing #yes there's 48 members on discord

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hmspogueobx · 1 year

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Sunshine and Pine

Chapter Three: Glorious Muscles and the Smell of a Sweater

The smell of cookies wafts into my face as Emily pulls a sheet out of the oven. Seeing my opening, I snag a spoonful of cookie dough out of the bowl while her back is turned. I've been doing this for the past 30 minutes, and apparently my luck has finally run out.

"Lucy!!" She scolds, seeing me from the corner of her eye. I burst into a fit of giggles just as some of the boys walk in.

"Ugh, would you look at his face." Embry mocks, pointing at Paul. "Damn lovesick puppy."

I turn to see Paul admiring my giggles, leaning against the doorway arms crossed, looking at me like they do in all the best cheesy rom coms.

"Not two seconds before we walked in he was bitching about being wet and bored. Where was this Paul for the past 3 hours. I'd like to be on patrol with him next time please." Paul turns around and growls at Embry, shutting him right up.

Paul may have been complaining about the downpour outside, but I certainly wasn't. While Paul is scaring off Embry, my eyes rake up his body. His shirt is clinging to him in a delicious way, the thin material absolutely drenched. Every dip of muscle is on full display. I am all here for this wet t-shirt contest. It's not until Paul clears his throat that I break out of my daze. I'm almost afraid to meet his eyes. Peeking up at his face, he is radiating mischief.

"Smirk any harder Paul and it'll get stuck on your face." I sass, cheeks flaming red at being caught so blatantly staring in a room full of my friends.

"It might be worth it." He says, voice dripping cockiness.

"Hey, we're ALL wet over here! I feel like I should take this as a blow to my self esteem." Quil says, doing a full Vanna White to all of the other rain soaked abs.

Mustering up as much enthusiasm as I can, I twirl towards Quil.

"Wow, I'm so lucky to be in this room with so many breathtaking men." I throw the back of my hand to my forehead and pull out my best southern accent. "All these glorious muscles. I'm absolutely swooning! Emily-" I whip around to her and she's fighting a grin. "have you ever seen such strong, manly men in all your days?" She's giggling at me now, shaking her head at my antics.

"There, was that better?" I turn to Quil.

He holds his chin up high. "Much better. Finally, an appropriate level of awe." And turns and walks into the living room, plopping down on the couch.

Paul is staring at me with puppy dog eyes again, his smile growing once I've turned my attention back to him. I make my way over and snuggle into his waiting arms.

"Hi beautiful." He mumbles into my hair, taking a deep inhale. "Mmmm you always smell so good. Like sunshine." My face scrunches up in amusement.

"I didn't realize sunshine had its own smell." It comes out as more of a question. Paul draws his eyebrows together in mock seriousness. "Oh of course it does. Smells all happy and warm." I giggle at him, causing an adorable smile to crack through his facade. "Thank you?"

"It's my favorite smell." He smiles down at me, still wrapped up in his arms. "How was your night?"

"It was fun. We had a girls night. Did all the classic girl stuff. Made cookies, talked about the boys we like... you know."

"Oh yeah? You got a crush or something?" He plays along.

"Mmm can't tell you that. That's top secret girl talk." I look up at him. There's definitely a spark of playfulness from our typical back and forth. But something heavy lies in his eyes too.

My mouth morphs into a frown. "How was patrol? You end up getting anywhere near the wedding?"

"Very very close actually." His face drops. "Jake crashed it. We had to step in before he hurt Bella." I pull out of his arms at this, the mention of Jake's sudden reappearance startling me.

"It's kinda fucked up actually, everything was totally fine until Bella told Jake her and her vampire were going to have a real honeymoon." His hands thrown up in air quotes. "Jake totally lost it. Thinks Bellas gonna die or somethin."

"Wouldn't be the worst way to go." I can't help the joke that slips past my lips, Paul's eyes narrowing at my shitty comedic timing. Then my shoulders sag with the weight of having missed Jacob.

"I should never have told him to go."

"Hey," His finger under my chin lifts my eyes back up to his. "From everything you told me happened, he needed some separation. I mean look what being back here did. All you did was tell your friend to do what's best for him and not for Bella. You're an amazing friend." His speech brings a warmth to my chest that only he seems to be able to ignite.

I lean into his chest, a slow smile creeping onto my lips. "Smooth talker." I wink at him and lean in for a kiss. A soft hum escaping from my mouth as his tongue glides across my bottom lip, silently requesting entrance. "You mentioned something about a good way to go..." Paul mumbles against my lips.

Someone groans behind me.

"Ugh seriously dude! There are people trying to eat here." Embry calls from the kitchen table.

Paul throws a middle finger behind my back, not for a second considering moving away from the kiss.

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A buzzing from the coffee table pulls my attention away from my book. Throwing a bookmark between the well worn pages, I exchange it for my phone. My dads name lights up the screen, bringing a smile to my face.

"Hey dad! What's up?" I asked.

"Hi sweetheart! Good to hear your voice." I can practically feel the excitement coming off of him. "I have officially collected enough miles to meet this boyfriend of yours!"

Last time I'd seen my dad he'd gone on and on about how much better I'd seemed. When I'd moved away from him, I was still stuck in a full scale mental MMA fight with my anxiety and trauma. Winner takes all. And while I'd told him about how being in a pack had helped me heal, apparently I'd brought up Paul alot. My dads words were, and I quote "you look like you're floating when you talk about this guy... He deserve you?" And from that moment on, he'd been dead set on judging that for himself.

"Yay! That's exciting. When are you coming?" My smile growing bigger.

"Is this weekend to last minute?" Doubt creeping into his tone.

"Nope! Come on down. The pack is having a bonfire. It's a whole big family affair though, so I don't see why you couldn't come along. Meet everyone."

"I wouldn't be intruding?" My dad, forever worried about stepping on people's toes.

"Not at all! Everyone else's parents will be there. I'm part of the pack too, so why shouldn't my dad come along. Come on, everyone will be stoked to meet you!" I encourage him.

"Well alright then. There's definitely a few people I'm particularly looking forward to meeting." I could hear the mischief in his voice. Well, here's hoping Paul doesn't intimidate easily. He's a big bad werewolf, he can handle it...

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Paul is anxiously fidgeting with some random stick he found on the ground. One hand twirling it between his fingers, the other drumming on my knee. I'm sitting on one of the logs around the fire, Paul firmly planted on the ground between my legs. My fingers work their way up to comb through his hair. He instantly leans back into my palm, melting into my touch.

"You know he already loves you right?" I lean down, whispering encouragement into his ear.

His head tilts all the way back to rest upside down in my lap. The act is so endearing, I can't help but grin down at him.

"I've literally never been in a relationship that mattered enough to meet someone's father. I may be a smooth talker with you, but this is uncharted territory babe."

Billy Black, who's sitting close on my other side, overhears our whispers and clears his throat until we look his way.

"Son, I can confidently say as the father to two daughters myself. The way you care for this girl... He's going to love you."

Paul lifts his head to look Billy in the eye properly.

"Thanks, Billy." and with a nod, Billy's turning back to his friends.

My body jitters as a chill runs through me, the wind having picked up all of a sudden. Paul is instantly scooting his way to sit by my side, pulling off his sweater so he can pull it over my head, and wraps me up in his arms. It dawns on me then that it was rare to see Paul wearing a shirt, let alone a hoodie like he had been tonight.

"I didn't realize you even owned a sweater. How were you not boiling hot in this?" I question, balling my fists in the long sleeves.

"Oh I brought it for you. I didn't think you could even get cold as a wolf," he jabs at me with a smirk "but you still seem to. Wanted to keep you warm."

"Well that's very sweet. You could have just folded it though, you didn't have to sweat to death all night." As I'm talking, his scent wafts to my face and I can't help but pull the hoodie up over my nose and quietly inhale.

Paul hears me and looks over, eyes shining with some inside joke. "I thought you might like it more if It smelled like me... Guess I called it."

My cheeks flush red.

"Don't worry, It's super cute." He says chuckling to himself, pulling me into his side and planting a sweet kiss on my temple.

Peeking up to search the faces of the party, I catch the face of my father, who's staring straight at us from across the fire. Judging by the soft look in his eye, he's just seen that whole exchange.

I let out an excited squeak and bound up out of my seat, knocking Paul a bit off balance in my hurry.

"Dad!!" I scream, flinging myself into his waiting arms. Aunt Sue, who'd been his ride brushing past us to get warm by the fire.

"Hi sweetheart! Let me look at you" he says, pulling back to take in my face.

I'm grinning up at him. He's grinning right back before he looks over my shoulder.

"I think you might've been the only thing keeping that boy from rockin outta his seat kid." He says with a snort.

Turning around, I see Paul's knee is going double time and he's trying to look busy talking to Jared beside him, but I've already seen him glance over 3 times.

Suppressing a giggle I motion for my dad to follow me back to my seat.

When we reach Paul, I slip my hand onto his shoulder, a wave of peace washing over him.

"Paul, this is my dad Joel. Dad, this is Paul. I guess you've met on the phone... but it's so much better to be in his glorious presence." I exclaim in my best swooning girlfriend voice.

My dad's giving me a look like 'ease up, this boys clearly nervous enough'. But I can see in Paul's face, he's hesitating on whether he should be the polite well behaved boyfriend, or follow his gut and be himself. In the end his gut seems to win out.

"In her defense, it is pretty glorious." My dad let's out an unexpected snort.

"Ok I get it now. I'm glad she's found someone to match her level of sass." He says, reaching a hand out to Paul.

He stands and gives it a good manly shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you officially sir."

After my dad insists Paul calls him by his name, the two instantly start talking about all the things you'd expect. Football, fishing and all the most embarrassing moments of my life.

In other words, they talk all night. But Paul makes sure to keep his hand around my shoulders to keep me warm. Occasionally giving me little kisses on the side of the head, peeking down to make sure I'm alright.

I smile at him every time, and keep watching my two favorite people become part of each other's lives.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fluff #twilight #werewolves

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auughsoundeffect · 9 months

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Guzma x oc

Chapter 5: Live a little

We met up again shortly after getting our stuff. Even though I had a nagging feeling that this would be a bad idea, considering how worried Hala was the last time we were out after sunset and that it was probably my responsibility to say no to his sudden ideas. Regardless I decided to say ‘fuck it’ and live a little.

“I really want a lycanroc. Unfortunately they’re on another island.” Hau whined while we were heading out. I smiled at him while thinking about what the other islands and what they could possibly look like.

He explained that Melemele island was pretty small and not packed with wildlife like some other islands were, but we still managed to find a huge patch of grass not so far away.

He turned around and put his index finger in front of his mouth. He went up to me and whispered “it’s past my curfew, so let’s not get near that house over there” I assumed he knew who lived there and foolishly enough I obliged to the little boy.

Going through countless yungoos, Meowths and wingulls we finally found something interesting. Hau catches a growlithe and even though it seemed hard he managed to keep his excitement down so he wouldn’t alert anyone.

“I always wanted one of these.” He whispered as loud as he could. It didn’t take a genius to see that he was absolutely ecstatic and proud of his recent catch.

“You only have Galvantula on your team?” Hau asked, I kinda just nodded and continued my search for the perfect Pokémon to add to my team, I didn’t care whether it was strong or not, I just wanted to make a Pokémon team for the cute but edgy aesthetic for now.

I almost lost hope until I got ambushed and to my surprise it was a misdreavus. Tiny floating ghost type with quite the temper, it needed to be mine no matter what. Getting Galvantula to use its weakest attacks so the poor little thing wouldn’t faint on the spot.

After a lot of work to not sabotage my plans for myself, I was rewarded with a heal ball that housed my second addition to my team. I was over the moon. Eventually we got tired and went on our way home.

All was well until we reached Hala’s place and those hooligans were at it again, this time with a bucket of blue and pink paint back on the wooden battle stage once more.

Hau went ahead of me and darted in their direction without an afterthought and out of concern I went right after him. Heart beating out of my chest.

“Why are you doing this?” Hau’s voice was drenched with disbelief, his voice cracked at the end of his sentence, which caused some laughs in return. The girl with the pigtails was also there just staring at Hau.

Her features were sharp and intimidating, her make up only enhanced those features. “Why??” Hau repeated sounding desperate. I didn’t want to be rough with Hau since he was in his feelings but I was scared for him and grabbed his arm.

“Hau stop.” He looked back at me with teary eyes, looking like a kicked puppy. The look on his face made something inside of me snap.

I let go of him and went right up to the girl with pigtails myself and slapped her so hard the sound echoed through the whole area.

Obviously the gang member didn’t take too kindly of the gesture and grabbed my face. Her acrylic nails dug into my cheeks on each side of my face as her yellow eyes pierced through mine.

I got myself into this so there was no point in getting all cowardly and trying to flee. Where was I supposed to run to anyways? I was already at Hala’s place.

Good thing her hair was long so I quickly grabbed it and pulled. She yelped in response. Despite inflicting pain on her I was still surprised she’d make any noise.

She let go of my face and grabbed my hands instead, trying to get me to let her go. I kept pulling and eventually her whole body was bent on reflex. I guess, when you rely on Pokémon battles more than tussling you end up not knowing what to do.

As soon as I saw her having an unstable posture I took the chance to push her down the stage. I wasn’t trying to find out whether she’s had enough or not so I jumped her while she was trying to get up from the ground.

I sat on top of her, slapping her face, and throwing sand and dirt in her face. She squinted her eyes and tried to spit out whatever got into her mouth.

She grabbed my hair and punched me. On impact it hurt a lot and I got a little dizzy from it, but I wasn’t going to stop there.

I bit her arm next to my face as hard as I could, she started screaming and kicking trying to get me to get off of her.

My jaw got tired and she pushed me off of her and ran off with her grunts following her. I could hear them ask her if she was okay and so on.

I stood up and looked at Hau. He looked frightened by what happened.

“Why would you do that??” He nearly raised his voice. He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t know what would be best to do or say.

“I’d prefer to get hurt instead of you.” I answered and made my way into Hala’s house, Hau following behind me.

#guzma x oc #skull boss guzma #guzma pokemon #plumeria #pokemon usum #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon #Spotify

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guavagyu · 2 years

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at work - k.mg

prompt: reader: Can you stop sending me nudes, I’m at work. mingyu: That excuse never stopped you when I was working. reader: Can you blame me? I bought lace undies, what was I supposed to do?

THIS PROMPT MADE ME GIGGLE LMAO

stuff in this: smut (minors dni!), fem!reader, humor, fluff, established!relationship, reader is 6ft-ish (cuz slay), non!idol au, unprotected sex (wrap the hot dog before u put it in the bun), humping, creampie, brief fingering, lowercase intended, reader isn't that vocal, vocal!gyu, aftercare

(lemme know if more needs to be added!)

synopsis: mingyu is at home- bored and horny, and reader is trying to get her work done. after reader gets out of work and rushes home, they..uh...do stuff.

kinda proofread, pls lemme know if there r any errors <3

wc: words. (it's 1263 teehee)

stuff under the cut lol

puppy gyu <;3:

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seen at 9:47 am

puppy gyu <;3:

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seen at 9:51 am

reader:

can you stop sending me nudes, i'm at work.

seen at 9:52 am

puppy gyu <;3:

that excuse never stopped you when i was working.

seen at 9:52 am

reader:

can you blame me? i bought lace undies, what was i supposed to do?

seen at 9:53 am

puppy gyu <;3:

uh, yes i can blame you. i had to run to the bathroom for like 3 years and had to make an excuse to my boss about why i took so long.

seen at 9:53 am

reader:

you could've just not looked at them? i mean, that's all im saying.

seen at 9:55 am

puppy gyu <;3:

dont even. that logic also applies to u rn. 💀

seen at 9:55 am

reader:

🧍🧍

seen at 9:56 am

reader:

shut up ur just hot.

seen at 9:56 am

puppy gyu <;3:

ur hot too???? 🤨

seen at 9:57 am

reader:

jashsaaadskjgfhajdkahshdaskoqwdjqod

seen at 9:58 am

puppy gyu <;3:

im not wrong. dont even try to deny it.

seen at 9:59 am

reader:

🖕

seen at 10:01 am

puppy gyu <;3:

🥰🥰🥰🥰

seen at 10:02 am

reader:

ill be home at 3 pm <3

seen at 10:02 am

puppy gyu <;3:

i love u, be home soon <33

seen at 10:02 am

reader:

i love u too <33

seen at 10:03 am

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it seemed like ages before your shift ended. you almost broke your heels running the marathon back to your car in the parking lot. you also mindlessly hit your face into multiple tree branches on the way. being mingyu-tall has both its benefits and its consequences. you got to (affectionately) make fun of everyone being shorter than you. once for woozi's birthday you and mingyu took shifts on carrying woozi on your shoulders throughout the day to let him see the world from your perspectives. aside from that, you narrowly evaded breaking multiple traffic laws in an attempt to rush home, your now-drenched panties and aching cunt practically seeping onto your carseat.

the moment you opened the door to your shared home, you kicked off your shoes that went flying somewhere, threw your purse onto the ground (albeit vintage and extremely expensive), and usain bolt-ed your way to your shared bedroom, where mingyu was currently laying on your bed staring at his phone, grey sweatpants hung dangerously low, the invisible tshirt displaying his toned upper body, and messy, wet hair from a recent shower. you could've came right then and there from the marvelous sight. you made your way to your closet to change out of your horrendously uncomfortable however stylish and honestly really awesome suit, into something more comfortable.

although, that was cut short. mingyu soundlessly heaved himself up from the bed and walked over to where you were, enveloping you with his ginormous arms, resting his chin onto your shoulder,

"just leave it on. im gonna take it off soon anyway," gyu mumbled into your shoulder, his hand creeping to hold your almost-equally large hands, and of course, his bricked up breeder-pisser hybrid 3000 pressing into your ass, currently making conversation with it. after a second or two of aimless chatter, you nod and you make way to your bed again, hands still intertwined. he gently (since you'd [lovingly] murder him if he damaged your suit in any shape or form) stripped you of your clothes, leaving you almost bare in front of him,

"seriously? you're wearing the lace shit you tormented me with less than a week ago?" he sighed in fake-dissapointment, mingyu was obviously turned on by the black lace complimenting your features, made even more evident soon after when he groaned, "i hate how fucking good you always look, especially in places when i can't take you somewhere and really love you," he buried his face in the crook of your neck, slowly beginning to grind into you. your breathing got heavier and you swore could feel your slick seeping onto gyu's sweatpants. unfortunately, gyu noticed too,

"fuck, did i really make you that wet? and at work? damn," he laughed,

"at least i didn't have to flee the scene and give myself a quickie," you raised your eyebrow, and gyu, sighing, shook his head and hastily kissed you with blatant need. your lust growing by the passing second, you hungrily returned the kiss. as gyu switched from grinding to dog-in-heat-like humping, it made his nickname way way more sinister,

"fuck, you really are like a puppy aren't you?" you groaned, your high slowly inching closer and closer to you. mingyu moaned at the name, and continued with his string of moans, increasing in volume and frequency, your re-connected lips muffling most of it. as gyu also was approaching his orgasm, he increased his humping speed and kissed you with more need. soon, he came, you following suit shortly after,

"you're so hot, you know that?" gyu panted,

"you're not so bad yourself," you smiled, catching your breath. after a minute or so of panting and all of that, you both removed the remainder of your clothing. by the time you were both completely naked in front of each other, mingyu was already hard again, and you looked at his dick and chuckled,

"sorry, you're just too irresistible," gyu smiled, showing off his pretty canines, and you quickly kissed him to shut him up. he groaned into the kiss, before seperating it only to look at you for consent to continue. the moment you gave him the green light with a small "yeah go ahead" and a quick nod, he lined himself up with your sopping cunt and slowly entered, your previous release plus your juices in general aiding him enter you,

"shit, and after all of this time, you're still so fucking tight. you're gonna kill me one day," he whined, making you giggle. mingyu began moving soon, setting a slow pace that quickly eased into him beginning to shamelessly pound into you. gyu continuously let out strangled and choked moans from simply how good you felt, and you groaned at how he was slamming into your g-spot so deliciously with every single thrust. you were both quickly approaching your releases, and with gyu moving one hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, he moved the other to trace small, but firm and deliberate circles around your clit. the sudden spark of pleasure made you choke out a low moan.

after gyu's thrusts got more and more sloppy and his circles around your clit became more disfigured ovals, you finally reached your orgasm, letting out a loud groan, your walls clamping onto mingyu's dick, bringing him to his release as well. as your cunt milked his dick, he slowing began to pull out, you both hissing from the sensitivity. you collapsed onto the bed, panting, and staring at the bland ceiling. mingyu shuffled his way to the bathroom to clean himself up before getting a towel to gently clean you up as well. when he got to your cunt, he was stuck in thought for a few seconds, before sticking two of his perfect digits into your hole, shoving his cum and yours further into it. you winced from the sensitivity before he murmured a small apology, later tenderly kissing your forehead and cleaning the rest of you up. then, he climbed into bed with you again, later ordering takeout, watching a ton of movies with you, and then cuddling (plus sleeping) the rest of the day away.

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