#welcome back drabble

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Because We're Friends.JJK [m] Welcome Back 2

bestfriend!Jungkook x female Reader

Genre: drabble; smut (basically just porn)

Words: 3.8k

Synopsis: Things are back to normal with your best friend, except that Jungkook is now guiding you to the restroom of the restaurant to fuck you.

Warnings: oral sex (m. receiving); dom!jk/sub!reader; unprotected sex; rough sex; public sex; praising kink; big dick jk; hair pulling; hands restrained; spanking; crying of how good sex is; some bitings; cum eating (i think that's all)

Part 1

A new thing appeared in your relationship with your best friend: a huge, heavy silence on the night he came back from military. It's not like you're willing to talk about it and you came to think that acting like nothing happened is actually a good way to preserve your friendship. And time seems to give you affirmation.

It has been three months since 'it' occurred and Jungkook hasn't tried to get into your pants again. He hasn't acted strange, hasn't acted shy or ashamed. He is just his normal self — the sweet and kind best friend that you know.

For you, it's quite the same, even if you were first afraid that it might change things between you and your best friend. You were a little reluctant at first to hug or initiate physical contacts with Jungkook but when you realized that your friendship wasn't in danger, you just started to act like usual.

Everyone was and is happy in the best of worlds.

So why is Jungkook harshly squeezing your arm while he is dragging you towards the restrooms of the bar?

He pushes the door, quickly pushes you inside and almost slams the door behind you two. You've never seen him like that: furrowed brows, clenched jaws and even blacker eyes. He looks like he could commit a murder. He is definitely mad and the way he is breathing — deeply through his nose — is a clear sign that he cannot calm down.

You can only look at your feet like a child who is about to get scolded. For what? You have no idea... The night was going so well. It was nothing out of the ordinary since you were with Jungkook and a few of your commons friends at the bar you used to go before Jungkook's military service. Really, everything was normal. Jimin was making jokes, Hoseok was getting drunk sipping on his beer, Namjoon was trying to explain to your best friend a theory on physics. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except that Jungkook got suddenly angry when Mingyu wrapped his arm around your shoulders. It's not even like it hasn't happened before. To be honest, you got closer to Mingyu when Jungkook was in the army, not that he could have ever replaced your best friend. Yet, you got to spend more time with Mingyu and you got to genuinely appreciate his company. Hanging out with your friends, it was not rare that Mingyu got a little... tactile with you — nothing inappropriate. And if Jungkook were truly honest, he'd admit that Mingyu was just acting like Jungkook has done with you a hundred of times.

But Jungkook won't ever admit it because Mingyu is not your best friend, Jungkook is. Jungkook is the one who came to your place at midnight to get rid off a spider because you were afraid. The one who got to run to the convenience store to buy tampons for you. The one who fucked you on his couch. Not fucking Mingyu.

And now your best friend is boiling with rage that Mingyu dared to be this physical with you. Why would you let a man touch you like that? If you need someone to touch you, you should ask Jungkook, just like he did during his welcome back party.

"You have nothing to say?" Jungkook asks harshly and you don't even know what to answer

You find the floor very interesting right now and you hope that your best friend will too so you can distract him. Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

"When did you get this close to Mingyu?" He questions after loudly sighing

You're quite surprised by this question. Is Mingyu the reason of his sudden anger? It doesn't make sense. Mingyu and Jungkook are indeed close friends. Is it bad that you are also friends with Jungkook's ones?

"When you went to the army" You mumble, not knowing if your answer will smooth or worsen the situation

It seems like it's the second one as Jungkook clenches his jaws again and you're afraid he'll break his teeth.

"Are you that desperate to be fucked?"

Your eyes immediately widen and your mouth falls open. What the hell?!

You would argue if your best friend's lips are not crashing into yours in only one second. This harsh kiss brings you back to the first — and only — time you were intimate with Jungkook. The same overwhelming sensations build in your body, heat your body. Jungkook kisses you firmly, just like he wants to punish you, his teeth clenching with yours from time to time.

Out of instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck — his hair is longer now and it is tickling your fingers — and his hands travel down to squeeze your ass and bring you as close as possible to his body.

It's quite easy to forget that you shouldn't do that with your best friend, especially in a public place but you can't think anymore. And when you clearly feel your panties getting wet and you moan at a rough spank on your right asscheek, you realize that Jungkook was right: you are desperate to be fucked by him.

You genuinely thought that you concealed that night. You locked it far, far, far away in your brain but body memory? It doesn't lie. Now that you can feel Jungkook again, you can't distract your brain from your needs, aka Jungkook's cock.

You haven't had sex ever since that time on your best friend's couch and you didn't realize as much you missed it until now. Somewhat, you haven't even looked for another man because you had the feeling that no one could make you feel like Jungkook does. And now, you're sure of it.

The way he is manhandling you is insane and so fucking good. You let him push you against the countertop and press his hard cock against your lower belly. You get even hornier when Jungkook captures your lower lip between his teeth and bites on it, making you bleed a little.

"You haven't answered my question" He whispers with a deep voice, his lips brushing against yours and driving you crazy "Do you want to get fucked that bad?"

Cockiness and smirk paint his face but you cannot deny.

"Yes" You concede and you're surprised not to feel ashamed by your confession — after all, Jungkook is your best friend and you've never felt the need to lie to him

Jungkook grabs one of your hands and guides it to his crotch area. You gasp when you feel how hard and big he is in your palm.

"Did you miss this dick?"

You nod, biting your swollen lower lip.

"Then show it" He orders

You immediately get that he is back to his dominant side, the side that he only seems to show during sex and gosh, it turns you on.

With a swift move, Jungkook steers your body so your back is against the door and exerts pressure on your shoulders to get you on your knees. You look so fucking submissive this way and Jungkook really has to control himself: for that, he takes one second to exhale deeply before his eyes land once again on you and your innocent face. You're faced with the impressive bulge in his pants and your cheeks are burning, which makes it impossible for you to take your eyes off of it and your mouth waters.

"Are you going to be a good girl and suck my cock?" He asks while unbuttoning his dark jeans

"Yes" You whisper, mesmerized by his hard member being unwrapped

You know Jungkook's dick, you even had it in you but jeez, seeing it face-to-cock it's something else... It's so big, so thick, how can you even take the tip in your mouth? However, you just can't wait to have just one physical contact with it and you squirm as you try to give a tiny friction to your soaked pussy.

"Open wide for me, baby" He says, his voice softer but his tone cockier

You execute and you literally drool when Jungkook pushes his tip on your tongue. He tastes so good that your eyes roll back. To get fully control, he keeps your head still against the wooden door and starts some light strokes, testing the waters — or more like your gag reflex. When he goes too deep, you choke but rather than to push him away, you look at him with your watery eyes to tell him that you're okay.

"Fuck, baby, don't look at me like that" He curses lowly

You look way too innocent with your big eyes glistening with lust and tears, which is a huge contrast with your mouth full of cock.

Your silent permission and the pleasure growing in him, Jungkook can't control himself anymore: he starts settling a quick pace while fucking your mouth. His dick twitches whenever you choke around him. At this point, you don't know if your chin, covered by a mix of saliva and pre cum, is wetter than your cunt.

You can feel Jungkook's hands tightening around your head as his pleasure builds up. He doesn't acknowledge that he is tugging on your hair but it's okay — you actually like it. He frowns and rolls his head back and you can't help but think that he is really, really hot like that.

"That's my good girl" He praises when you try to caress the downside of his dick with your tongue despite it making you choke

It's so fucking scandalous to have your mouth used like this by your best friend in a fucking restaurant. And gosh, the way the door jiggles loudly every time he deep-throats you is so arousing. You're sure — and so is Jungkook — that if someone gets close to the restroom, they will definitely hear the loud sounds of this messy blowjob, your gaggings and the light grunts of your best friend.

You try your best to keep your mouth open as much as you can, denying the ache of your jaws. You won't admit it but you think that you're more turned on than Jungkook right now — and that says a lot regarding how hard he is at the moment. When your eyes land on his dick, you realize that despite being at the back of your throat, a good part of his length is still untouched. You're amazed by how huge Jungkook is, and you just can't wait for him to fuck you like last time.

You get to take a huge gulp of air when your best friend finally pull out of your mouth. Both your lips and his dick are coated in saliva, making the scene extremely hot. Even your top is wet by the drool that escaped your mouth during the blowjob and Jungkook smirks when he thinks that not only Mingyu but everyone is going to see it when you'll step out of this fucking restroom.

Your best friend helps you to stand up and urges you to lean on the countertop. Facing the mirror, you're speechless at your reflexion: you look like a maniac! Your makeup is basically ruined with mascara smudged around your eyes, your foundation is completely gone on half of your face and your lipstick is everywhere except on your lips.

Automatically, you attempt to fix a little bit your messy hair but Jungkook catches your attention when he buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing his hard and wet dick against your ass and earning an impatient whine from you. You would love to scold him for sucking on the thin skin of your throat because you would like to avoid making it obvious that he fucked you but you can't: your brain is far, far, far away on the pleasure island.

"I'm gonna fuck so, so good, baby" He purrs and you suck on air "Rest your head on the counter for me"

You nod before executing and you can't help but moan when you feel your jeans and your soaked panties getting slide down your legs. You cannot see what Jungkook is doing but you feel his hot breathe on your asscheeks, drawing goosebumps on your skin.

Suddenly, a harsh slap lands on your ass. While you're doing your best to conceal your tears, your best friend watches in awe the red mark appearing. But because he could never get enough of just one spank, he gives you another one.

"Do you know how beautiful you are like this?"

He doesn't really need an answer, and he doesn't let you answer anyway since he slaps your butt again. You hiss every time and the tears roll down your cheeks but gosh, your pussy is so wet that it's embarrassing...

"Spread your ass for me" He orders

With shaky hands, you grab your cheeks and show your intimacy to Jungkook. You feel so submissive right now, so exposed but at the same time, you know damn well why you're doing all of that: you desperately want him to praise you. You liked it so much the last time and he hasn't praised you a lot so far. This thought makes you pout but you hide it by turning your face a bit against the cold marble of the countertop.

"Look at your little pussy" He coos "So fucking cute, all wet for me, right?" You nod but Jungkook gives your clit a rough slap to which to react by a loud whine and a sob "Didn't I tell you already to answer when I ask a question?"

"Sorry" You reply with a timid voice "It's all wet for you"

"Good girl" Jungkook says as he enters your dripping cunt with two fingers "Gonna stretch you a little"

Your moans get louder when he combines his fingering with circles on your clit with his thumb. It's like you have no self control as you grind in his hand. You are looking for your release and the way his digits explore your inside is divine. However, Jungkook is not looking for your orgasm: his finger-fuck is only practical. He just has to prep your pussy before entering you with his — huge — cock.

You pout when your best friend pulls off his fingers from your wet cunt. You turn your head to protest but what you see makes you speechless. Jungkook is licking your juices on his fingers and hums in delight — he embodies sins so well. He whispers something like "sweet" but you're not sure as he speaks so lowly. Jungkook is way too sexy to be handled. Just seeing him doing that makes your legs weak...

Rather he is not aware of your inner thoughts or he doesn't care, Jungkook brings you back to the moment when he grabs his dick at the base and brushes his tip on your sensitive bud. The sweet moan that you make is music to his ears and he presses harder just to hear it again.

'What am I going to do with you?' He thinks to himself. You look so precious, so kind and innocent but he knows damn well that you loved how he fucked you rough last time. It boosts his ego to be the only one to acknowledge this part of you. No one, not even your closest friends or your ex-boyfriends, knows it and it's driving your best friend crazy. A sudden wave of possessiveness takes control of his actions and he starts drawing hickeys on your ass.

Satisfied by his work, he goes back to his initial mission: fucking you.

He takes his time to push his tip into you, trying as best as he can not to hurt you. Sure, he fucked you already but you're still tight — especially with the way you're keeping your asscheeks spread for him — and most importantly, you're still his best friend. He doesn't want to hurt you, even when his horniness is blurring his vision.

"How are you feeling?" He grunts when the tip of his cock has disappeared

"So good" You reply, your voice full of lust

You absolutely love how stretched you feel, so much that a shiver of pleasure runs down your spine. At this point, you know that you love your best friend's dick and you don't know if you can get enough of it... It's so big that the border with pain is constantly brushed. And this feeling is even more obvious when Jungkook pushes deeper and deeper until your pussy is full of his cock.

"You're so big" You whine out of delight, the slight burn of the stretching makes your eyes watery

"Missed your tight pussy" He says between gritted teeth as he focuses on where your bodies connects — he is amazed by how well you're taking his dick

Your words definitely enhance his ego. Jungkook secures his big hands on your shoulders and wastes no time. He starts pounding you, harshly. The force that he uses shakes your whole body and you now understand why he holds you by the shoulders: otherwise, you'd be crushed into the countertop. It's so good that your mouth hangs open and no sound can't form as air is kicked out of your lungs.

You can't help but press your hands on the marble to be a little more steady. However, now that your ass is free, the very loud and sinful sounds of your skin clapping fill the room. It's so hot that your pussy clenches around your best friend's cock. You absolutely love the sensation of your asscheeks being slapped by his lower abs and thighs, enhanced by his harsh dick strokes.

However, for your best friend's taste, you're a little too free... In order to rectify that fact, Jungkook grabs your arms and pins them in your back thanks to a good grip of his right hand. You hate to admit how much to love it and how wet it makes you. Jungkook is so dominant when it comes to sex and you happily fulfill the submissive part that he wants. Fucking you like this, hard and deep, is overwhelming. So much that you don't acknowledge that tears roll down your cheeks and drool down your chin.

"You missed with cock, uh?" He teases you, his smirk noticeable in his voice

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chant, delirious

"You should have told me, I would have fucked you already" He whispers in your ear like a seductive snake, burying his hard member even deeper "We're friends right? And friends help each other when they're in need"

You don't quite know what to answer to that but it doesn't really matter because Jungkook gathers your hair in a fist ponytail and roughly tugs on it to lift up your face.

"Look how naughty you look, being fucked in the fucking restroom like a whore" He says and god, he is right

You look like a mess. Worse, lust is written on your whole face. You couldn't deny that you didn't like that, especially with the way your cunt tightens. You are definitely aroused by the way Jungkook fucks you in this very place.

"You're such a good little whore for me" His words of claim are accompanied by a bite on your shoulder that makes you whine

"Kook" You moan but don't know what to say

Your brain is not working as it should. All you can think about is how good this huge cock is making you feel. You absolutely love being pounded like this by your best friend.

"You should cum soon, you don't want someone to find out how naughty you are, do you?" He teases but your walls throb and Jungkook looks at you with a mix of surprise and awe in the mirror "Such a slut! You actually love that!"

In one second, he grabs your waist and without even pulling out of your pussy, he presses you against the door and remains to his rough fuck.

Your boobs and cheek are squished against the wood and you're quite panicked by the way the frame shakes every time Jungkook bottoms up.

"Go ahead, let anyone know how good you're being fucked" He mocks you but fuck, that's so hot that you can't help moaning his name "Say it louder" He commands and you obey

You're feeling too good to feel ashamed that someone has certainly heard you groaning your best friend's name. To be precise, a mix of groans and sobs.

"I love fucking your cute little pussy" He praises as a vicious hand travels down to reach your clit

The circles drew on your sensitive bud make your legs weak. You look for support as your hands clench around Jungkook's strong arm around your waist.

Jungkook's fingers are nothing shy. Quite the opposite: his circles on your clit are fast, making you seeing stars. You whine and moan and cry of how good is it, especially combined with his hard pounding.

"I'm gonna come" You notify

Jungkook presses his fit body against yours and whispers in your ears with a sweet tone that contrasts with his behavior:

"Go ahead, baby, cum on my cock"

You lose it.

Your best friend's fucking and his soft, caring voice are a menace. The tension that was building in your stomach releases all over you and your whole body shakes with your orgasm. Your nails dig deeply in Jungkook's arm flesh but he doesn't care. Not when you're so cute crying and cumming on his cock right here, right now.

"That's my good girl" He coos and gosh, you're embarrassed by the way your pussy clenches while you just came

"Kook, you need to—" You sound desperate and Jungkook cuts you off

He suddenly pulls off, leaving your soaked cunt empty and you immediately miss him. He gestures you to get back on your knees and you understand what he wants. While you open your mouth wide, you watch in awe your best friend jerking himself off. Fuck, he looks so hot! The way his abs flex, his biceps jiggle, his veiny hand works on his huge cock — coated with your own juices... You're losing your mind. That might be the sexiest thing you've ever seen.

Out of instinct, you poke your tongue out, maybe just to have a chance to taste his length again. For Jungkook, it's a vision of heaven. His very sweet and innocent best friend, completely ruined in the restroom of a restaurant where all your friends are, waiting to swallow his cum. That should be illegal — quite sure that is it, to be honest — but he wouldn't trade this view for nothing.

"You're going to swallow it all, right?" He purrs, faking innocence while he is pure evil

You nod obediently and your best friend cannot resist anymore. With a low growl, he pushes his tip on your tongue and shots his white and thick cum in your mouth. You swallow the salty liquid and, like you know he'd appreciate it, you show him your empty mouth.

"That's my good girl" He approuves, giving a gentle peck in your forehead, letting you know that he is back to his usual best friend behavior

You stand up on shaky legs and gasp at your reflexion in the mirror: you need some work to make you presentable again.

"So" Jungkook starts while he shoves his soft dick back in his briefs and pants "Tell me when you need something. You should feel free to speak your mind, Y/N, because we're friends, best friends"

You nod to him in the mirror, a shy smile on your lips because how do you tell your best friend that you love when he fucks you?

[shotmrmiller]

in which johnny gifts the love of his life a sex toy outta nowhere

when you mumble into the phone that you miss him, johnny, he pauses for a second, then tells you he's going to bring you a gift back home. "to keep ye company, hen." after, he locks himself in a bathroom stall and watches you play with yourself until you both come.

but you'd thought he'd bring you a pet. a live animal that needs a cage to be brought across the world, not a long, slim unmarked box.

it's a sex toy. and it's rather large, at that. your hand wraps around the base, fingertips still a good inch apart.

"and i'm supposed to be using that?" his arms wrap around your waist, his thick stubble grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, raising goose flesh.

"don't like it? only had ye in mind, hen." he presses a wet kiss on your fluttering pulse. you've never really talked about toys in your relationship. you don't need them, of course, and johnny more than makes up for the time lost between you two whenever he's home but this?

"i don't know," you mumble. "a bullet would've made more sense, i think. at most a rose." his hands run up your sides, to the swell of your breasts and give you a gentle squeeze. he doesn't believe the tripe of people valuing size over all else, does he? the thing is easily as thick as your forearm and it's corded with veins. and it's uncut. whoever is making these are going to extreme lengths to make it as realistic as possible.

he bucks his hips, prominent bulge in his jeans coming to rest in the small of your back. of course he'd get excited. menace.

"ye willnae have t'use it alone now tha' i'm here. 'sides, i think ye'd look perfect with my pretty kitty stretched thin around it." johnny grabs your hips firmly, creating small divots as his grip tightens. "maybe i'll watch ye fuck yerself on it, hm? lap at yer clit while ye do." liquid heat pools in your belly, pulsing hot between your legs.

he really wants you to use it, given by his ragged breathing and he rutting himself against you. fine. "okay. just, not right now, yeah? i want only you in me." his eyes burn fluorescent as he nods, his large hand cradling your head as he pulls you in for a kiss.

you missed this. the sweet sting of his cock sliding home in your aching cunt, the sharp pinch below your navel when his tip comes to sit snugly against the plug of your womb. you've missed this. missed him.

maybe he'll forget all about that monstrosity sitting in the box.

-

he doesn't. he's bringing it up hours later, his spend still dripping warm on your thighs. johnny cannot be serious.

"course i am, hen." his fingers sweep at the hair stuck to your sweat-slick forehead. "is it a crime to want to see ye split open on some- something else?"

you think nothing of his stutter. "alright," you groan. if that's what he wants. it'll be interesting to see just how much you can take. you'll never tell him that your pussy clenched around nothing at the thought, his cum trickling out faster, pooling on the sheets.

-

it's not warm. the tip of it presses against your swollen entrance, cold in contrast to your heated flesh. johnny watches you swallow a gasp, your trembling hands reaching for his as you slide down an inch, two, three. johnny's cum is wonderful lube, but the searing burn- the size of toy is overwhelming, your walls being wrenched apart as you glide down further. johnny presses a prickly kiss on your cheek, cooing in your ear all the while his clever fingers draw gentle circles on your clit. "focus on breathin', bonnie. yer tensin' up."

desire begins to bubble beneath your skin, pleasure causing your muscles to warm and slacken, and after a long couple of minutes, you find yourself at the base.

but then johnny grabs your hips from behind and pulls- oh. "that's it." if you'd thought the toy had originally been in your stomach, it's now in your throat. "pretty as a peach, hen. jus' wha' i wanted to see." a shiver dances up your spine, notches trembling as you get used to the unforgiving stretch of the toy. his breath warms the side of your neck. "on yer go."

you come around it no less than three times, leaving it milky and johnny cleans it up with his mouth before he cleans you up.

-

the girth of it is something you'll never get used to but it does get easier. when johnny goes back to work, he tells you that all he asks for are videos of you using it. for his collection, he greedily says.

you send him as many as you can, no matter the hours. just a quick nsfw text before getting his thumbs up and away it goes. it's incredibly fun. the relationship hadn't been dull by any means, but this just feels invigorating. you feel rejuvenated. that johnny is your biggest cheerleader while using it is such a bonus.

you oughta marry him. maybe you'll elope the next time he's home. but when the next time comes, johnny calls you instead of messaging you the usual be home soon text.

and it sends you reeling.

bonnie. the toy treat ye well while i was gone?

no better than you could me, but yeah. i'm still sore from using it in the last video i sent you.

that's great. if ye like the toy then ye'll love the real thing, i ken. we'll be there in 10.

[emile-tb]

tee hee :)

Narrator belongs to @crowv3xd

[oddly-casual]

I love Jazzy, just as a general rule, but something that caught my eye in the beginning was the little ways Jazz’s brother treats his brother like shit.

Looking at the anime, it makes sense why they censored the women and kept the mess to a minimum for animations sake, but at least he’s clothed and awake. It makes it seem as though Jazz’s older brother is doing it for the soul purpose of being a bastard.

But looking at the manga, he’s asleep. The curtains and couch are torn, the mess is purely clothes, food, and drinks.

His brother isn’t even awake to gloat. The manga gives the impression that Jazz’s brother disregards his space on a regular, to the point where he feels comfortable passing out drunk half naked in his brothers space.

I know it’s not just me, but having a room- that’s supposed to be a safe space- violated repeated by sights and smells you don’t know? This poor kid has no sense of privacy or safety. His family literally runs on the idea that if you get robbed it’s your fault.

[ketsueki-writes]

Hii! I saw you're doing that 'welcome back beloved' event and wanted to ask if you could write some headcanons about jjk men(preferably gojo, itadori and choso but if you only write for one I'll be fine with just choso) with a fem!reader who has narcolepsy and cataplexy?

If you don't know what that is narcolepsy is a sleep disorder witb symptoms such as excessive daytime sleepiness (so basically a reader who sleep a lot and can fall asleep anywhere. Also narcoleptics need to take a 10-20min nap before doing something that needs concentration)

And cataplexy is a sudden and transient episode of muscle weakness accompanied by full conscious awareness, typically triggered by emotions such as laughing (so basically a reader who experiences muscle weakness in her whole body when she laughs or gets too excited)

I hope it's not too much and not too hard for you😭 Thank you!💗

ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴏɴ! <3

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ.

♡ Satoru Gojo

Somehow you've always been so predictable to him. He knew whenever he pushed open the door of your home that there you'd be. Preparing. He walked in quietly, shutting the door behind him as he neared you. He pressed a hand to the wall as he slid off his shoes, watching you with a sweet smile across his lips. He set his hands to his sides, sliding them in his pockets as he neared you, hushed and full of admiration. His head turned slightly as he checked the clock on the wall, his eyes quickly finding their way back to you as the moment he got the time. It was nearing the part of the day where you'd go about whatever task you set out to do that morning. Whether it'd have been cleaning or something on that computer of yours he knew he'd find you here- preparing.

Sleeping.

At first he didn't get it- narcolepsy. He joked that it sounded like necromancy and you slapped his arm, telling him to cut it out while he laughed. However once he got it, he got it good, reminding you to take it easy and watching for any sudden bouts of drowsiness that might befall you.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing a hand to your cheek as he softly thumbed your chin, whispering sweet nothings in a way that seemed almost too loving for his normal taste out in the world. He soon looked around, figuring the couch wasn't quite good enough for you. He loved to the front of the couch, bending forward as he went to scoop you into his arms before you moved. He froze, curiously looking- his eyes growing wide like his smile as you hummed slightly, pushing yourself up to your side.

The white haired man's feeling gleamed brightly on his face as he squatted down in front of you, whispering softly "Hello sleepy-head" before your eyes finally focused on him.

He gleamed as you did, he'd been waiting all day to see those pretty eyes and finally he got the opportunity to do so. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled you in closely, his familiar scent filling you as the two of you embraced.

"Missed you too-" he snarked, grinning as you pulled back slightly to look at him. You only playfully rolled your eyes as he chuckled, picking you up and into his arms. "So- what's the plan for today?" he asked softly into your ear. "I'm thinking, maybe me, you, some food and a movie huh-" he added.

You'd like that, and he'd like it a lot more.

♡ Choso

You quickly moved around the house, quick of course but not too quick. You didn't want to trigger any sort of episodes.

You needed the place to be as clean as possible, as spic and span as you possibly could. You had so much that was going to be happening- but regardless of all of it only one part stood out from among the rest.

He was soon to be home.

You smiled to yourself at the thought, doing your best to keep calm before you heard the doorbell ring. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt all those giddy nerves finally form one single fireball-

and down you went.

Panic set in as you felt the control you once had beginning to slip from your fingers. You could've sworn you heard the doorbell ring again but you weren't sure. You tried to fight it, feeling a wave crash through you as your muscles began to lose tone.

Cataplexy is something you'd had for as long as you could remember and you knew what triggered it but how were you meant to help yourself. Who could be calm when the love of their life was just on the other side of the door?

You opened your mouth to try to a call for help, a task that seemed ferociously hard before the lock clicked and turned, the knob moving slightly before turning itself. You began to collapse on yourself as if you were melting as the door began to open.

If you'd have blinked you'd have missed it.

You weren't the only one excited for him to be home.

As if it were the Flash himself he moved, the dark-haired man wrapping his arms around you as you sank, cradling your body into his. You looked up at him as he smiled, holding your body close to his.

"I missed you too baby," he said sweetly, running a hand alongside your cheek before he lifted you to the couch, letting you down in his lap. Your body felt comfortable against him, each piece of you melting to him out of your control but he seemed to like it better this way. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then your lips, holding his there as he breathed deeply against you. He finally pulled away with a face of nothing but clear adoration.

Choso was usually very calm and reserved but he made a point to show his affection to you whenever he was around you, whether it be small gestures or touch. You knew for certain his love and care for you, even with a debilitating disease such as this one.

Because he loved you, so very much.

[uhohdad]

the way ur so sweet to us anons actually makes me melt and feel safe tysm for everything you do ur my fav könig writer

ily <3 <3 <3 🩷💕💗🩷💗💕🩷

[vaaaaaiolet]

Hello, Ms. Vivi!!

I know you're taking finals right now, but when you return to Tumblr, I have an idea for you!

I'm thinking about a Leon who stayed a Raccoon City Police officer. He's out there, fighting the good fight. He deals with everything from drunkards to homicides. Leon eventually works his way up the ranks, and he meets the reader somewhere along the way. They're in an established relationship, and live in a little picket fence house in the city.

Until one day, Leon hears the worst thing over the radio. His address. Followed by a "We have a report of one female bring injured. We don't know how severely" or something like that.

All the officers on the scene are scared when the big boss rushes into the house to see what's the matter. He can hear the other first responders on the scene saying,

"Why is Chief Kennedy here?"

"Are we in trouble?"

"Did we fuck up?"

I don't know! I thought it was an interesting idea and I'd love to see it in your writing.

why would you do that to me oh my goodness i got settled into my seat. i was smiling, thinking about leon finally achieving his dream, and THEN YOU HAD TO PULL THAT ON ME. WHAT CRIMINAL MINDS EPISODE IS THIS???

oh i'm rocking back and forth, how do you have my heart in your hands this fast 😭 i have a really huge backlog of requests i'm working on right now so i'm very very sorry to say i don't know if i can write this :,) but PLEASE. you would do a wonderful job putting this on paper and if / when you do I'D LOVE TO READ IT!! GAHHHHH

[squidyyy23]

galladrabbles: zipper 🤐

look who actually followed through this week! i don’t even want to look back at how long it’s been. but here we finally are with another @galladrabbles thanks to @iansfreckles.

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“Let’s go, shitheads!” Terry’s voice booms through the house, shaking the bathroom mirror. Milkovich spawn scurry like the filthy rats they are.

Mickey searches old magazines until the tattered photograph slips free. Tucks it inside his coat—fingers rubbing the worn edges, a familiar softness—and pulls the zipper high. Knows the risk if Terry spots it.

But he can’t leave it behind. What if someone knows where he is? Can help find him? Or what if something happens to Mickey? What if it just makes him feel better, a little less alone, keeping Ian, any version of him, close? What if?

——————

[song-of-flame-xiv]

@tornscale

Parting is such sweet Sorrow.

The saying had its merits, its truths. Knowing that they were to be parted for some time absolutely destroyed her. Each day without him brought a new kind of wound that no healing magicks could mend. Leaving an ache in her chest, and making her long to see him.

That was where the sweetness resided - the sheer, overwhelming joy when she laid eyes on him again. Without a single word, Melody turned on her heel - damn near tripping over herself - and sprinted in his direction.

"Tal..!" His name, called with such desperation and reverence, belted out of her as her small frame launched itself at him. Maybe with enough force to knock him over, should she have been any bigger than she was. It didn't matter. She'd be in his arms again and all would be well in the world once more.

[hycanitho]

A faint familiarity greets the ladyknight as she alights upon Fódlan’s soil. How many moons had it been since she last laid her eyes upon the green lawns of the Officers Academy or the stone towers of Garreg Mach? Staring wistfully up at passing clouds, she already finds it difficult to recall the faces of her peers, those she had once called ‘friends.’ Would they remember her face, she wonders — once her face is seen upon campus once again, would she hear her name called through the crowd?

The sound of a heavy thud pulls her from this reverie; Clair turns to find herself surrounded by fortress trunks and chests and a veritable company of exhausted servants. Her fleeting sentimentality is immediately forgotten as she busies herself with ensuring that her belongings had survived the sea voyage. 

“Has everything been removed from the ship, then?” The amount of wood laid out before her would have been enough to construct a cozy cottage in the Zofian countryside, but Clair cannot help but feel the gnawing idea that she may have forgotten everything. Oh, she doesn’t know what she’ll do if she had left her favorite satin gown or Tuesday’s riding boots back at the Beauchêne autumn estate…

“Do mind your step carrying the chests with my tea set. I took it from mother’s summer collection and wish to return it to her when I visit… if she finds a even a single chip in the china I do not believe I will live to see the orange trees bloom next…”

Clair suppresses a shudder at the thought of her mother’s wrath. There had only ever been two incidents where she had ever seen her mother truly angry: once when she was fourteen, when she had run away from the Beauchêne summer estate on a quest on join the knighthood and once again not too long ago, when her parents had discovered that the Officers Academy, in fact, did not have a winter break period — and that this imaginary winter break period should not have lasted for months on end. Clair does not think she has ever packed her trunks faster — and there must be at least thirty seven of them here with her.

Ladyknight looks to the horizon. She had thought was would have felt the sickening pangs of homesickness already, but she finds her heart alight with a faint candle flame of excitement instead. A grudging smile fights its way onto Clair’s face.

Sunlight in her every step, she prances off to find her dormitory. Oh, how warm it feels to return.

[llondonfog]

[encrypted-cryptid]

balter with Evan?

balter - to dance gracelessly, but with enjoyment

the pit isn't usually his scene. evan prefers to stay toward the back, where he can feel the thump of the bass and enjoy the music without the stink of a sweaty crowd and push of hot bodies. tonight feels different though. he doesn't care to think about it too much, just pushes his way forward until he's on the public-made edge of it. through the strobes and smoke it's nothing more than a churning mass, writhing barely in time to the music pumping through the speakers. the singer screams one final, lingering note and the crowd goes wild in the ensuing silence. from what evan can see, he looks bored, posture loose and uncaring but the energy on stage is undeniable. he commands the room with ease alongside his three bandmates. a steady drumbeat picks up, the crowd surges as one to the start of a new song and evan dives in. this one is faster, more aggressive. it's harder to keep a consistent rhythm with it so evan gives up by the first chorus, letting the current of those around him push him along. it's not pretty - he gets plenty of elbows to the ribs and chest but hands keep him up and steady and he does the same for those who look like they're getting caught in the riptide of it all - but it's fucking fun. he finds himself grinning wildly, stomping around and screaming what lyrics he's been able to pick up. when the guitarist runs across stage to push up and off of one stage wall into a goddamn backflip - whilst still playing - evan's ears start ringing from how loud it gets. he thinks about the phone number in his back pocket and yells louder still. the lights come up suddenly. it's jarring. the crowd exclaims angrily, pushing and shoving as the fucking cops push their way through the door; no explanation given, just indistinct shouts and gestures toward the stage. the band starts packing up with practiced haste. evan stares, frozen, and inexplicably finds a cold blue eye staring at him. the guitarist on stage looks directly at him over the chaos. they wink, raise their guitar over their head, grin wild and near feral. evan watches in slow motion the way it shatters into shards and splinters when they swing it down, strings flying off into sharp curls. "SCATTER!"

[arcxnumvitae]

Reading this report from Iomhar... what, so now the dead walked once more among them? He would much rather they didn't.

Surely they could not remain indefinitely in the land of the living anyways.

[renmackree]

I've been writing my fic due for this month but all I can think about is Derek's POV while he sank into the pool in season two and it's tearing me up.

[mudskip-muses]

Heyo!!! Here with a request since I've recently appeared again lol! How about a good old-fashioned Fuyuhiko and Gundham drabble? Perhaps some fluff with a bit of miscommunication?

yeah buddy here we goooooo 🐹❤🐲

While Gundham normally wouldn't mind Fuyuhiko hanging around his animal sanctuary, knowing very well it was one of the only places the yakuza felt safe with so many animals around, it very nearly impossible to sneak in without at least a few dozen of them throwing a fit at the intruder, he was less willing when Fuyuhiko was so very clearly ill. His worry was on his animals, yes, with some being capable of catching certain human illnesses, but the yakuza looked like a husk of his usual self, the sight of sunken eyes and skin so pale even his freckles were hidden amongst the pallor, making Gundham's own stomach twist in sympathy.

Glancing up from where he was attempting to give a rather ornery kitten a flea bath, he sighed at the sight of his boyfriend where he sat slumped over with his head on the towel Gundham intended to use to dry the little thing when done. "You cannot sleep there, love." His tone was soft, gentle, meant to be said in care instead of a demand, but with Fuyu's head foggy with fever, he wasn't able to see the concern between the poorly spoken words. He sat up with a huff, a glare being sent the breeder's way as he shifted in his seat in a futile attempt to curl up on the hard plastic with a short series of aggravated coughs.

Reaching for the towel now that it was free, Gundham sighed once again as he carefully dried the screaming kitten, the squeaky mewls muffled by the fabric that soon engulfed it's tiny body. "Or there, dear heart." That earned a growl this time, the breeder too absorbed in his task to realize his desire for Fuyuhiko's comfort was being misconstrued as a sort of annoyance.

Untangling himself with a squeak of his shoes against the hard plastic seat, the soles hit the floor with a pair of heavy stomps before his knees quickly followed. Now curled up on the floor, head braced on his arms, Gundham sighed yet again as he turned to return the kitten to its kennel now that he was through. He wasn't able to speak this time around though, Fuyuhiko slamming a palm against the tiles next to his head with a cough where there should have been a yell as he sat up.

"If you don't want me here, just fucking say it!" Voice rough between coughs, it was tough to tell if his eyes were watering from the strain or at the idea that Gundham very well may not want him around when Fuyu needed him the most.

Clicking the door to the enclosure shut, a gentle pull at it to ensure it locked, Gundham paused in a moment of confused silence, his fingers lingering between the bars as the kitten licked the pruned pads just in front of its nose. "Why on earth wouldn't I want you here?" If Gundham truly didn't want the yakuza there, he would have said so. He would have made sure to be gentle with the request though, so that Fuyu wouldn't get the...wrong....idea....

Oh no-

Realizing all to late that he had been misunderstood, he wasn't fast enough to offer a correction before Fuyu had been set off at his question.

"You fucking tell me, asshole! I can't sleep here, I can't sleep there," Gesturing at the table and then the chair with a jerk of his hand, he turned back to Gundham with a sneer, wondering if the breeder thought that the red flush to his cheek was of anger instead of illness. He wasn't that mad, if he was being honest, he was just scared Gundham didn't want him around tired and unwilling to admit it. "Where the fuck can I sleep, huh?"

Waiting until the yakuza was through with his short fit, the steam being lost rather quickly thanks to his illness, Gundham gave the kitten still licking his finger a little scratch to it's nose before turning to his pouting angry boyfriend. "Our bed, would be most ideal, would it not?"

Stepping over to the confused yakuza, he held out a hand and helped the other man off the floor, his coat being slide off his shoulders and onto Fuyuhiko's a moment later. "It was not my intention to make you feel unwanted, dear heart. I simply wish for your comfort when you are unwell." Now able to see the softness in Gundham's eyes paired with that same gentle tone as before, Fuyuhiko felt rather silly for even thinking Gundham would ever kick him out in such an uncaring manner.

"...Oh. I...I thought...." The rest remained unsaid, Fuyu pulling the coat tighter around himself as he watched Gundham tidy up in preparation to leave, his feet moving in a slow shuffle behind the breeder as he checked each enclosure one last time for the night.

There was no clarification needed, no more apologies, it all could be said with a kiss pressed to Fuyuhiko's forehead once he was finished, an apology accepted and returned with the simple gesture.

"Let us get you to bed, hm? You will need to bolster your constitution to stave off this vile curse that has been placed upon you." The over dramatics making Fuyu laugh as intended, it ended in an another series of coughs as he leaned forwards to press his face into Gundham's chest in a futile attempt to hide his smile.

"Shut the fuck up and carry me to our room, dorklord." Another laugh from Gundham this time, the breeder leaning down to scoop the smaller man into his arms before making his way towards the door.

"As you wish, my love..."

[thestartoyourmoon]

GUYS WAKE UP, KALI’S BACK 😭

18+ content, roleplay (technically), slight breeding kink, short n sweet srry… buttt it’s inspired by this twt link :)

You aren't sure what you expected when you asked to fuck your boyfriend in his suit. at first, the appeal was his looks; somehow, Dick Grayson's perfect physic looks better in skin tight elastic than with nothing at all. but he's different. meaner. almost as if you're nothing more than another delinquient for him to deal with.

Dick—Nightwing—has you pinned on your back, legs closed and folded effortlessly against your chest, gloved hands gripping your thighs. by now tears have welled in your eyes as you weakly paw at his grasp for the third time. "D—ick," you choke out and gasp when his momentum fails to falter, "Dick, I wanna..”

“not my name, doll,” he almost snickers before groaning when you pulse at the name. and without a second to spare, his weight is pressed into you while keeping himself elevated, then he’s pummeling into your sore pussy— if you could hear yourself you’d think you were in a damn porno.

“oh, my god- Nightwing!” your own cry rings out through your body as you curl into yourself, turning away from his almost condescending in humiliation. a wave of pride pangs through his entire being and Dick moans, raven black hair hanging over his cowl when his gaze falls to your cunt.

God, he could keep you here forever. it’s not his usual thing; limiting the closeness between you two, making you beg and cry for a little kiss, not smothering you against his own body. but it’s hard for you not to be shy when you realize your boyfriend is the Nightwing, the same one that bludhaven women just wish were in their bed right now—and that alone makes it much harder for him to not feed is insatiable ego. “little louder and i just might give it to ya,” Dick teases, “c’mon, tell Nightwing what you need.”

“…cum,” you whine pathetically, “wan’ be filled up..” your tummy tightens again when his thumb massages your clit, smooth latex material of his glove making you flinch in pleasure. his fingers dig into your soft thighs as his pace quickens and you sigh, all dreamy and drawn out and debauched. Dick groans when slick gushes out your cunt and around his cock, and his free hand kneads your bouncing tits together before he can even think rationally of it.

“dirty girl,” Dick comments from deep within his throat, “fucking you nice and full isn’t enough? tell me you need it, my pretty slut.” your body shivers and you follow through with no thought. who are you to deny your protector?

“I need it, baby,” you beg, “need you to cum so bad.” your nimble hands wrap around his wrist and you keen at him, pouting and whimpering like you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself without him. “please, Nightwing? ‘been a good girl, just for you.”

“fuckin’ hell,” Dick groans, “take it then, pretty baby.”