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THE MUSKETEERS 10TH ANNIVERSARY REWATCH / fave episodes [1/?] ↳ SEASON 1, EPISODE 3 / commodities (x,x)
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luveline · 1 year
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we've seen bodyguard!james being soft and sweet on r, but can we possibly get more of r being soft and sweet on him? <<<<3 like she cleans and patches him up after some sort of scuffle or close call? tysm! but no pressure if you don't want to! (p.s. would that be where they'd have their first official kiss, you think? lol)
thank you so much for your request! bodyguard james forever | fem!reader ♥︎ 1.6k
James' hands shake after events. Adrenaline, no matter how many times he's defended you, will run its course. 
"Are you okay?" you ask him worriedly. 
He presses a hand, trembling still, to his forehead. A cruel looking cut tugs with the movement, scabbed over and black-crimson. 
"Fine," he says, following up with a low groan. 
His knuckles are split from an unfortunate sucker punch that had, undoubtedly, protected you from a similar facial injury. 
"You gonna go clean up?" 
He sits up. "Yeah, sorry. Just waiting for my hands…" 
You put your hands on each of his shoulders and push him back gently into your settee. "I wasn't trying to get rid of you. I don't want you to get an infection." 
His shoulders relax ever so slightly. 
"Hey," you say, "I could clean you up. If you want me to." 
"No, you couldn't. It's a mess, I don't think your pristine bathroom would survive it." 
His eyes crease with his smile. It quickly fades, an injury strained. You offer your hand to him, waiting in a tentative silence until he takes it. His fingers move to your wrist and you take his, pulling him up off of your settee with a happy sigh. 
"I'm a great nurse," you promise. "You'll be brand new by tonight." 
He lets you take him into the bathroom, a generosity to pretend you're strong enough to force him, your link tugging between you with every step. He sits on the lowered toilet seat lid and his hand forgets to let you go as you walk away. 
"I need the first aid kit," you say. 
He clears his throat, dropping your wrist. You think about it too much, the pleasure of his naturally wanting to hold onto you a blooming light you suspect radiates from your appled cheeks. You tamp down your smile and get back to business, retrieving your immaculate first aid kit from the cupboard under the sink and popping it open next to the sink. It's a huge kit, James instated, with silver sealed bandages, sterile gauze and wraps, tiny scissors and huge fabric shears, everything you could ever need to perform minor surgery. 
"Face or hands first?" you ask unsurely.
"Face is easier. It just needs disinfectant, and a butterfly stitch." 
He sees your eyes widen and laughs, though his laugh makes him wince. "Butterfly bandage, angel. It's not a real stitch. You've seen them, they're those grey plastic strips." 
You try to laugh your embarrassment away as you wash your hands. "Right, I know." 
First, you wipe the blood away from his face with a warm towel. He's gracious, closing his eyes as you lean in toward him. You're conscious that he can smell you, and you wonder if you smell good. You probably smell like sweat from all the panic, and that makes you cringe. 
"Sorry if I smell bad," you mumble. 
He opens one eye to squint at you. "You smell bad? Why would you smell bad?" His eyes close again as you wash over his mean cut. "You smell really nice. Like flowers." 
"It's the lilac and mandora perfume, in the fancy bottle." 
He hums. "Remind me again what mandora is?" 
"Citrus," you murmur, more focused on his skin than his question. 
His blood stains your face cloth, muslin slowly changing from a light cream to rusted orange. You set it next to the kit and rip open an alcohol wipe next. 
"I'm sorry," you say preemptively. "I know it'll sting. I'll be quick."  
He shakes his head. "Don't be. You couldn't hurt me if you tried." 
Why would he say that? You want to ask him. Jamie, why would you say that? It's nearly cruel, because what are you supposed to think? You bite your tongue and hold your breath as you clean the length of his wound, cringing at the feeling of the split in his skin. His tone had been so soft, a juxtaposition when compared to the ruggedness of his appearance. 
"Don't get blood on your sleeves," he says. 
"Does it matter? I'll never wear this dress again. God forbid I wear the same thing twice." 
"I wish they'd let you." 
"I'm sure you do," you mutter sarcastically. 
"I do. I'd want you to wear the one you had at your fathers Christmas Ball, the silver-gold one, with the tiny sleeves, that one was–" He hisses at your last tugging wipe. "It was beautiful. You looked beautiful." 
You stroke his forehead lightly, a stolen touch you shouldn't take. Your fingertips kiss his eyebrow, and then you force yourself away from him. 
You can't bring yourself to say thank you. Words feel impossible. 
His cut bleeds again, but it's a sluggish droplet that rivers down the slope of his temple a millimetre a second. He stays perfectly still as you pinch the skin ever so gently closed with one butterfly stitch. 
You wipe away the blood with another alcohol wipe. 
His hand is a more intricate affair. It's not shaking anymore, but it's clearly amazingly sore. You wipe off all the blood with a wipe, and apply a disinfectant cream over the worst of it. You run out of things to do. 
You're not eager to let go of his hand. 
You let your fingerpads slide over his uninjured skin until you're holding his wrist in two hands. You squeeze. There's a reverence to your touch. 
"Thank you for looking after me," you say. 
You both look up from your contiguity at the same time, comfortable enough with one another that your eyes lock and there's no awkwardness or tension. 
"They pay me," he says, "to do so. Please, don't say thanks." 
He's right, they do. They pay James to take care of your physical wellbeing. But all his compliments, all his sweet caring, that's for free. He might've taken a punch for you because he had to, but he'd hugged you in the car on the way home because he wanted to. He'd rubbed your arm, whispered, "Don't worry, sweetheart. It was a fluke, huh?" 
A fluke is the word he uses for stalker situations, people that have deluded themselves into thinking they know you, or that they need to talk to you. Now that you're in the public eye it happens more and more, and it sucks, but a fluke that grows aggressive after rejection will always be better than people who want to hurt you from the get go. Kidnappers, 'assassins', if they actually exist. 
"Can I give you a hug?" you ask him.
He lifts his chin. He has a pretty chin, a lovely jaw, and you know in your heart what you're going to do before you do it. 
"Course you can," he says cheerily. "Bring it in." 
Your arms fall over his shoulders, your wrists crossed. You rub your cheek against his mildly and breathe in his smell. The disinfectant stick tickles your nose, but his real smell, his rosemary hair oil, his lotion, has you breathing him in greedily. 
"You should change out of this uncomfortable thing," he says, big hands feeling huge as they smooth down the dip of your spine. Calluses over silk. 
"I will… It's not fun getting changed when you aren't on shift." You squeeze him tighter, wishing immediately that you could disappear. "That's not how it sounded in my head." 
"How did it sound in your head?" 
"I don't know. I like asking you what moisturiser to use, and… what nightgown to wear. I like having you there to help me out of my bracelets and necklaces." 
"An attendant can be sent up–" 
You groan wearily. "No, it's not like that, James." You pull back just enough to see his face. You're pouting, annoyed at yourself for messing it up. "This isn't as easy to say as I'd thought. I like having you with me because it's you. And it's an excuse." 
"For what?" he asks. 
Your heart hammers in your chest. You can feel it, your heart the hammer, your chest a thin piece of metal. It's thumping. You wouldn't be surprised if James could feel it too.
"Can I do something? Just this once. And if you hate it I'll never do it again. Please." 
He looks at you for long, crawling seconds. You worry he's seen straight into your head and he's unhappy with you, but he tips his head in toward yours, your foreheads a mere inch away, and says, "Alright. I trust you. Do what you want to do." 
You breathe in. You pull back your hands, leaning against the circle of his arms. Terrified, you lift your hands to his cheeks, force them trembling into the softness of his skin to hold him still. 
You lean in, and you kiss him. Shy of his lips, the slope of skin beneath them and to the left. You're too scared to go any higher. 
He makes a sound you've never heard from him before. It doesn't make it past his lips, but you're so close you hear it loud and clear. A catching breath. A smothered groan. 
You hide your face in his shoulder. 
"Princess?" he says quietly. 
"Yeah?" 
"I want you to do it again. Please."
"Maybe tomorrow," you murmur. 
He rubs your back. "Alright. I can't wait 'til tomorrow." 
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jungshookz · 11 months
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smitten: jungkook's date is tonight but y/n's more stressed about it than he is
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➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader
➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook & smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boo hoo angsty wattpad-energy fic of your dreams!! unrequited love!! so much pining!! it hurts so bad but that's what makes it so good!! yoongi should really mind his own business!!
➺ wordcount; 6.5k
➺ summary; jungkook's dream date with ji-eun is tonight and y/n's going to do everything in her power to make sure everything goes perfectly.
➺ what to expect; "we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”
➺ currently spinning on the record player; i wish [one direction]
➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]; part two [the incriminating note]
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“pepperoni to garlic knot- pepperoni to garlic knot- come in- are you there?" 
the sound of the walkie talkie crackling to life makes you perk up and you reach behind to pull it out from your back pocket, pressing down on the side button with your thumb before bringing it up to your mouth
“garlic knot to pepperoni- i'm here." you bite back a grin at the silly nicknames jungkook insisted on using before speaking up again, "the last of the fairy lights have been strung up, by the way! over." 
“oh, sick!" jungkook gasps lightly, "okay, i need you to come down and help me because i've been trying to tie this tie for the last, like, half an hour and at this point i’m just going to have to wave a white flag and surrender. over.” 
"roger that. i'm coming down." you tuck the walkie talkie into your pocket again before letting out a sigh and looking around the rooftop setup with your hands on your hips 
you must admit it looks really good (as it should, because you've literally been setting everything up since this morning and it's about 5:30pm now)
the bubble tent's been blown up and you made it all comfy and cozy inside with fluffed up pillows and soft throw blankets 
you strung the fairy lights up on the clotheslines and you made sure to use fresh batteries for them so that they'll last all night 
and the little round table that jungkook and ji-eun will be eating dinner at was a little wobbly but that problem was easily fixed with some blu-tak 
the happy smile on your face twitches slightly when the realization that you spent the entire day setting up a date that you're not even a part of hits you
"…oh, you silly girl.” you can't help but snort as you shake your head and turn around to head towards the rooftop door so you can go to jungkook’s apartment, "you silly, silly girl-" 
all of this time
all of this effort
all of this everything for a boy you like who you know for sure doesn't like you back because if he liked you back he wouldn’t have asked someone else out
what exactly do you think the end result is here?
what exactly do you think you're gaining out of this?
literally nothing!!!!
so why are you doing all of this??
"because i'm a big ol' simp with no backbone, apparently-" you mutter under your breath as you open the door to jungkook's apartment, forcing the frown off your face and replacing it with an easygoing smile 
you may be a simp with no backbone but…
well, no
that’s it. there’s nothing else to say. 
"y/n? that you?" 
"yeah! sorry, probably should’ve knocked or something- also, not to toot my own horn or anything, but i did a fantastic job with the decorations! i could be a party planner or something if this whole school thing doesn’t work out-” you kick the door shut behind you before looking around for jungkook, "where are you?" 
"gimme a sec! i'm, like- i'm almost done, just wait-" 
you plop down on the couch and tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling before letting out another quiet sigh 
this is why you need to be constantly busy doing things, because if you get even a moment of peace, you start to think and think and think and you hate being alone with your thoughts because your brain starts to mock you and berate you and say things like hey, y/n? you have a paper due at midnight tonight that you're only halfway done with but instead you're prioritizing being a wingwoman to a boy who's head over heels in love with someone else-
"okay, hi!" you jolt in surprise at the sound of jungkook's voice from behind you and you're about to turn around when suddenly he speaks up again, "hold on! close your eyes until i tell you to open them."
"what? why?" you frown as you settle back against the couch again and shut your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “i already know what you’re going to wear, i’m the one that picked the outfit for you anyway-”
"i know, but surprises are fun-" you hear the shuffling of material and you resist the urge to turn around immediately as your impatience grows, "okay, i think that looks fine. turn around!" 
"i really don't know why you had to prepare me to see you in-" you twist your upper half around so you can finally look at jungkook and almost immediately you feel your heart skip a beat at the sight 
the crisp white button-up tucked into a pair of slacks are a stark contrast to the outfits you're so used to seeing jungkook in because most of the time he's drowning in a sweatshirt that's ten sizes too big for him and some slouchy cargo pants and a pair of chunky black stompers
but this? this is…
oh, wow.
"so?" jungkook's being uncharacteristically shy with you as he averts his gaze and reaches down to fiddle with one of the buttons on his shirt, "how… do i look?" 
"-handsome." you blurt out, shaking yourself out of your slight daze as you get up from the couch so you can go over to him, "you look- you look very handsome, jungkook. you- yeah, you look very handsome.” you press your lips together, unsure if you should say anything else because you’re not sure where the line is between being a supportive friend or just ogling your friend like he’s a piece of meat 
it's when you find yourself looking down at your own outfit (jeans and a t-shirt and socks with a hole on the right heel) that the little voice in the back of your head reminds you of the reality of the situation: that he's looking very handsome not for you, but for ji-eun, and in this moment you wish there was a way to just shut your brain off to cease all cruel thoughts 
jungkook looks very nice. just focus on one thing at a time. 
“oh my god-“ jungkook's nose immediately scrunches up before he lets out a little laugh, "you're totally hitting on me right now, you weirdo- you look very handsome, jungkook-” he mocks you in a higher voice and you can’t help but feel a little dejected that this is how he reacts to a genuine compliment from you 
if anything, it’s more confirmation you didn’t need that jungkook most definitely doesn’t feel the same way about you  
"well, i-" you stop yourself from walking any closer to him as you feel your entire face flush bright red, "i- well, i’m trying to be supportive here… you look nice, i’m not gonna be an asshole and say you look bad for this date-” you force out a nervous laugh as you reach up to rub the back of your neck, "whatever, you look fine-" 
“thank you, i just- i’m not used to compliments but anyway-” jungkook interrupts you (thankfully, otherwise you definitely would’ve continued to babble and babble and babble) to hold up a black tie, "you need to help me with this." 
"you know, i… i actually don't think you need the tie?" you tilt your head a little as you look over jungkook's outfit, "i think you'll look better without it on, and a tie seems a little too formal for the date- can i-" you shuffle forwards slightly before undoing a couple of buttons on jungkook's shirt and spreading the collar open a little, jungkook raising his head a bit so you can work your magic 
"you really think this looks better?” he asks quietly, and your eyes flicker up to meet his for a brief second before you quickly look back down at your fumbling fingers 
"yea,” you respond, pressing your lips together as you smooth out the collar before taking the tie from his hand, tossing it over your shoulder and stepping back to look at your work, "yeah. that's much better. okay, put the suit jacket on, lemme see the whole look-"
"dude, i've been, like- so nervous all day." jungkook lets out a breath as he pulls the suit jacket up off the back of the couch, "like- okay, obviously ji-eun and i get along really well in real life, but this is the first time we'll be in, like, a romantic setting, you know? like romantic on purpose.“ 
"it'll be fine. i mean, you already got through the hardest bit which was asking her out-" you shrug as you lean against the back of the couch and cross an ankle over the other, "and she said yes, so… obviously you're doing something right. you’re gonna be fine, you just have first date jitters! everyone gets the first date jitters.” 
"i know, but-" he smooths the sleeves of the suit jacket out before looking back over at you, "ah, i don't know. i just feel like i'm gonna screw up somehow, you know?" 
"you won’t,” you shake your head before offering him a smile, "just be yourself! don't put too much pressure on, like- on acting like how you think she wants you to act, you know what i mean? just be yourself. she likes you, jungkook. you're a total catch, so-" you cut yourself off before you wander into the ‘you’re a total catch which is actually the reason why i’m in love with you' portion of your pep-talk as you get up off the couch, "yeah! just- just relax. everything's going to go perfectly tonight. and like i was saying when i first walked in here, not to toot my own horn or anything but the rooftop looks immaculate.”  
“i’m sure it does! i can’t wait to see it-“ jungkook pauses all of a sudden, his eyes widening in realization, "oh, shit!"
you don't even get the chance to ask him what's wrong before he starts to spiral and you blink rapidly at the sudden change in behaviour 
"oh my god.” jungkook slaps his hand against his forehead, “i- fuck, i forgot to pick up the flowers and the- oh my god, i knew i forgot to do something today!" he gawks, pulling his phone out of his back pocket, "shit! shit, shit- damnit, i was gonna pick them up this morning and then i went to the gym and i forgot-" 
“i-" you’re slightly startled at how stressed he is over some flowers and you can’t help but chuckle, “there’s even a little sticky note on the fridge to remind you-”
"i know!” jungkook whines, “i know, i don't know, i guess it just slipped my mind because i've literally been thinking about this date all week-“ he sucks some air in through his teeth before shaking his head, “okay, i guess i can just head over there right now and then come back-”
"woah, woah-" you skid over and press a hand to jungkook's chest to keep him from bolting out the door, “what are you talking about? you can't leave now! it's- it's 5:45- and not to mention, it's literally rush hour so the highways are probably all clogged up right now and- ji-eun's going to be here in half an hour so you'll never make it back in time and your suit's going to get all wrinkled because you'll be all cramped up on the bus-" 
"y/n, the flowers and the teddy bear are two essential parts of the date,” jungkook looks at you with wide eyes, clearly desperate to leave the apartment, “i’m not gonna have anything to give her when she arrives, she can’t show up only for me to be empty handed-”
"hey, relax!” you snap, softening your tone when jungkook’s shoulders droop slightly, “listen, you are not going to leave the apartment because ji-eun is coming and i’m sure she’ll be disappointed if she finds me on the rooftop instead of you. this is what’s going to happen: you’re going to sit here and wait for ji-eun, i’m going to go and pick up the flowers and the teddy bear, and then you can give them to her after the date. it’s going to be fine, you are literally being so dramatic right now-”
"but-" 
"look, i'm sure ji-eun isn't going to throw a tantrum if you don't present her with a bouquet of flowers at the beginning of the date- if she did, that’d be kind of odd but that’s not the point- the point is, it'll be fine. you go on your date, i’ll pick them up." 
"yeah, but-!" 
"kook, i've got it, alright?" you back away from him slowly but you keep your arm extended to make sure he doesn't move, "i'll take care of everything, you know i can handle it- just- i'm gonna go now and then- i'll leave behind the rooftop door as soon as i get them, okay? and i'll text you so that you'll know they're there-" 
"y/n…" jungkook chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously, guilt swirling around in his eyes, "you've already done so much for me, i can't ask you to-"
"we've been planning and preparing for this date for the past week, jungkook. i'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that things go according to plan. your date is going to be perfect.”
“are you sure? i feel bad, i feel like you did so much and-”
“i’m sure, jungkook-" you interrupt him again before turning to grab your jacket off coat rack, “the only thing you have to think about tonight is how you’re going to charm ji-eun — and to be honest, you don’t even need to think about it because all you have to do is be yourself! now sit down and try to relax. and try not to wrinkle your shirt, i spent way too long ironing it earlier."
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your nose crinkles slightly as you look up at the sky, your brows knitting together in concern at the light grey clouds hanging in the air
the forecast did say it would be cloudy today (and it has been cool and cloudy all day) but you’re hoping it doesn’t rain because if it rains that’ll completely ruin the date and jungkook will probably be electrocuted by the fairy lights if he touched them 
of course, jungkook and ji-eun can take cover in that bubble tent if it starts to rain, but hopefully it doesn’t… (why are you so hellbent on making sure this date is going to go smoothly?! you might as well plan their wedding for them as well at this rate.) 
you perk up when you see the bus you’re supposed to take rounding the corner and you fumble in your purse for your bus card, stepping up to the stop eagerly
your phone buzzes in your pocket and you pull it out once you plop yourself down in a seat in the back  
from: jungkook (5:58pm) — Holy shit I’m acc so nervous 
from: jungkook (5:58pm) — What if this goes horribly 
you can’t help but roll your eyes at how panicky jungkook is being because he really has no reason to be nervous 
all he had to do was dress himself and make himself presentable because you were the one who did all the hard work of setting up (to be fair, you insisted on setting up alone because you like things done a certain way and jungkook seemed too jittery to focus) 
to: jungkook (5:58pm) — you’re literally going to be fine
to: jungkook (5:58pm) — it’s going to be fine 
to: jungkook (5:58pm) —  you already know she likes you 
to: jungkook (5:59pm)— just think of this as another one of your hangouts but you guys are dressed more fancy and you’re on a rooftop for some reason LOL 
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Okay 
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — She says she’s almost here
from: jungkook (5:59pm) — Do you think I should’ve picked her up instead of her meeting me here 
to: jungkook (5:59pm) — …you rented out a rooftop for her i think she’ll survive 
you pause, setting your phone face down on your lap before letting out a yawn and leaning your head against the window
you got up far too early this morning and the gentle rumbling of the bus down the highway is very soothing
google maps said the journey to your stop was about 38 minutes which means you have approximately 35 minutes to take a quick nap and the remaining 3 minutes to wake yourself up so you won’t be too groggy after hopping off the bus 
you’ve worked hard today, so you deserve a little snooze! 
your right eye peels open when your phone buzzes again
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Omg she’s here early 
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Okay 
from: jungkook (6:04pm) — Wish me luck and also thank you for everything you are the best 
a smile twitches at the corner of your mouth and you can’t help but think to yourself that yes, i am kind of the best, aren’t i? 
to: jungkook (6:04pm) — yes yes 
to: jungkook (6:04pm) — good luck! 
to: jungkook (6:04pm)— :-) 
another yawn slips past your lips and you tuck your phone into your purse before leaning your head against the window again and shutting your eyes 
an additional benefit to getting some sleep on the bus is so that your brain won’t start to flood with reminders that jungkook doesn’t like you like that and that you are currently sitting on a bus going to get flowers for him to give to another girl- 
okay, that’s enough of that, your teeth grit together slightly and you clear your throat, crossing one leg over the other as you get settled into the stiff, itchy seats, a quick power nap and then the overthinking can begin again. 
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“excuse me-” 
your eyes open immediately at the feeling of someone shaking your shoulder and you sit up straight, clutching your purse tighter to your body as you look up to see the bus driver smiling down at you in mild concern 
“morning!” he jokes, raising an eyebrow before clicking his tongue and nodding towards the opened doors, “end of the line, miss. gonna have to ask you hop off.”
what? 
in your half-asleep state you can’t help but wonder what you’re doing on a bus and where you were meant to be going in the first place… is the date over? are you heading home? 
“end of the-“ your heart plummets to your stomach at the realization that you took more than just a little snooze because you are, in fact, at the end of the line when you were supposed to be at the flower shop and heading back to jungkook’s apartment now, “wait, end of the line?!”
“i’m guessing you missed your stop? happens a lot when people fall asleep on the bus.” 
“i- yes-“ you pull your phone out to check the time (and your heart nearly stops beating when you see that it’s 7:13), “i was supposed to get off at crown street, how far are we from crown street?” 
“not too far-“ the bus driver hums, “about fifteen-“
“minutes?” you get up from the seat, starting to make your way towards the door but still looking at the driver
“blocks.” he sucks some air in through his teeth, “fifteen blocks away. if you walk from here, it’ll probably take you about… twenty-ish minutes or so to get to the crown street stop-”
“twenty-ish minutes, twenty minutes is nothing, i can make it in ten if i sprint-“ you mutter to yourself, pulling your purse up over your shoulder and turning to smile at the bus driver before hopping off, “thank you, sir, enjoy the rest of your night-!” 
it’s only a second later that you find yourself sprinting down the sidewalk, your runners smacking loudly against the concrete as you keep your purse tucked tightly underneath your armpit
unbelievable! something just had to go wrong tonight, didn’t it?
and it certainly doesn’t help that it’s drizzling right now — you don’t even have an umbrella with you! 
“so stupid, shouldn’t have fallen asleep-“ you look up briefly when you hear a rumble of thunder, stopping at the crosswalk and slapping the button multiple times as if it’s going to make the walk sign appear faster, “c’mon, c’mon…”
you jolt when a flash of lightning lights up the sky before suddenly- 
“oh, come ON!” rain suddenly starts to pour down from the sky and you resist the urge to just fall to the ground and completely give up because it seems like the universe is actively trying to tell you that what you’re doing is clownish behaviour and you need to stand up 
of course, because one of your more prominent traits is your innate stubbornness, you pull your purse off your shoulder and raise it above your head as if it’s going to stop you from getting completely soaked 
rainwater starts to flood into your shoes as you jog across the street and the feeling of your socks increasingly getting wet sends a shiver up your spine 
you pull your purse back onto your shoulder and keep it tightly held under your armpit once your arms start to get sore — you’re already completely soaked so using your purse as an umbrella seems pretty redundant at this point 
“don’t know why i didn’t bring a stupid umbrella with me either!” you huff to yourself, wiping your hair away from your face as you cross another street after looking both ways (safety first), “fall asleep on the bus, gets caught in the rain- stupid, stupid-“ you grumble, reaching up to wipe under your eyes and pressing your lips together in frustration at the wet mascara ink staining your fingertips
wonderful 
just wonderful 
and now you probably look demonic as well 
you pick up in pace when you recognize the street the flower shop is on, speeding up even more when you notice someone standing in front of the doors with a set of keys in their hand looking very ready to close up shop for the night 
“woah, woah, wait! wait, please!” you call out and the person immediately stops, looking over at you and then taking a few steps back in what seems to be mild fear, “so sorry, i just need to pick a bouquet up, i know you’re closing but i really need this bouquet- and-“ 
“did you run here?” he asks, looking you up and down as he adjusts his grip on his umbrella, “…you do know it’s raining, right?” 
“yeah, i- woo, give me a second to catch my breath-“ you pant, bending over and putting both hands on your knees, wincing to yourself as your lungs constrict in your chest, “i don’t remember the last time i ran like this, jesus christ- i think i’m going to puke-“ you force yourself to stand up straight again, placing a hand on your hip as you continue to suck in puffs of air, “i need to pick up an order.” 
“oh, wait! you’re the girl who’s in love with her friend, now i remember who you are-“ his eyes light up briefly before the deadpan expression returns to his face, “sorry, champ. we close at 7:30.” 
“it’s 7:29,” you choose to ignore his first comment before holding your phone up to his face and he immediately deflates, “come on, yoongi- it’s yoongi, right? please. give me a break.” 
“i’m just tryna go home-“ 
“please, my friend’s date is tonight and he was supposed to pick up his flowers this morning but then he went to the gym so he forgot even though there was a sticky note on the fridge reminding him to-”
“wait, you’re picking up his flowers for him?!” yoongi asks, eyes widening again before he throws his head back in a laugh, “hah! oh my god, you- you’re actually kidding me, this has to be a joke-“
“i will give you five glowing stars on google reviews if you let me in-“ you pant, wiping strands of wet hair away from your forehead again, squinting slightly because the rainwater has now fully fucked up your vision and yoongi is starting to look like a dark blob, “even though your customer service skills suck because you’re clearly laughing at me and i really thought you’d have the decency to share your umbrella considering the fact that it’s pouring-“
“my customer service skills are fantastic, you should see the way i flirt with all the older ladies who come in-” yoongi jingles his keys in his hands before checking the time on his watch, “they always leave with $15 silk ribbons on their bouquets and a boost in their self-esteem-“
“we’re wasting time here, i’m supposed to be back at my friend’s place like, now-“ 
“alright, fine.” yoongi sighs, shoving the keys back into the lock before clicking his tongue, “but i’m only doing this because i feel like saying no to you is equivalent to, like, leaving a puppy out in the cold or something. or stealing candy from a baby and then shoving the baby off of its high chair. or, like, taking a chainsaw and destroying a nice old lady’s rosebush in front of her for no reason while she’s standing there with a pitcher of iced tea for you-”
“alright, i get it, you pity me, just let me into the store and give me my damn order.” 
“did you really run all the way here?” he asks, opening the door to let you in as he closes his umbrella and shakes the excess water off before shoving it into the holder
“i took the bus but i fell asleep and missed my stop. ended up at the end of the line and i thought running fifteen blocks would be faster than waiting for the next bus.” you breathe out, your shoes squeaking obnoxiously against the marble floors as you step into the shop and leave a generous trail of rainwater behind you 
yoongi deflates slightly at the mess you’re leaving behind you and he quickly reaches out to grab onto your elbow, “do not take another step. i literally mopped up before closing and you’re leaving a trail everywhere.”
“sorry, sorry…” you apologize sheepishly, taking a step back closer to the front door and looking down at the puddle growing around your feet 
you reach up to squeeze some water out of your air, freezing when you realize you’re just squeezing more water onto the ground for yoongi to mop up 
yoongi gives you an unimpressed, blank stare before shaking his head and flicking the lights on, “there is nobody in the world i would ever run in the rain for. hell, there’s nobody i would even ever run for in general.” 
“well, i’m sorry your heart is made out of literal ice and you don’t have the ability to feel love for another human being.” you respond sarcastically, yoongi turning around with raised eyebrows 
“hey, for someone with an icy cold heart, i didn’t have to let you in, i could very well kick you out right now because i already clocked out for the night-”
“okay, sorry, i’m sorry- just- if i could just pick up the order, i’ll get out of your hair, i’m sorry-“ 
“why are you doing this in the first place?” yoongi asks as he gets settled behind the front desk, switching the monitor back on, “also, i promise i’m not stalling because i also want to get out of here as soon as possible, i just need to check what your order number is-“
“because jungkook forgot to pick the order up this morning.” you respond as if it’s the most obvious answer in the entire world (because to you, it kind of is) 
“well, i get that, but you still didn’t answer the question.” yoongi hums, tapping on the keyboard and hitting the enter key obnoxiously 
“sure, i did.” you frown, “i answered your question. i’m here because jungkook forgot to pick up the order this morning. he’s on his date right now and i told him i could pick it up for him. he’s on a date.” 
“with another girl.” yoongi murmurs, propping his chin up on his palm, “you are picking up flowers for jungkook to give to another girl because…” 
“because i’m his friend.” you feel your eye twitch slightly out of a mixture of growing frustration and impatience, “you have that order number yet? i’m on a time crunch here.” 
“…okay, i think all the rainwater must’ve flushed the logic out of your head…” yoongi purses his lips as he gets up from the seat, offering you an overly polite customer service smile, “please wait here while i get your order from the back. i would offer you a glass of cucumber water and an apple rose whatever cinnamon pastry thing but we are technically closed, so you’re just going to have to stand here and wait.” 
“funny.” you raise an eyebrow, about to squeeze some water out of your top before stopping yourself (you’ll wait until yoongi disappears to the back and then you’ll do it) 
you’re picking up flowers for jungkook because you’re his friend
and on top of that, not only are you his friend, you’re a very good friend of his! 
he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed (well, if the roles were reversed, you would’ve never forgotten to pick up the flowers so jungkook would never have to run in the rain to pick them up for you) 
what does yoongi mean by why are you doing this? 
isn’t it obvious??
if anything, he’s the one with no logic in his head if he can’t grasp the simple answer to his simple question
you’re doing this because you’re jungkook’s friend, and this is what friends do when they care about each other 
“okay, one more time- what are you doing right now?” yoongi pops out from the back with a beautifully wrapped bouquet and an adorable little white teddy bear with a pink heart as its nose and you can’t help but pout sweetly at it 
you know you said the teddy bear would be a little much but looking at it now… you want one too! 
“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear.” you point out, holding your hands out to take them from yoongi 
“picking up a bouquet and a teddy bear for…” 
“for my friend…” you trail off, making grabby hands at him only for him to pull back slightly
“for your friend jungkook because…” 
“why do you care so much about this? you don’t know me and what i do is none of your business, your job right now is to hand me a bouquet and that teddy bear and you’re not doing a super good job if i’m being honest-”
“you’re right, i don’t know you, but i’m nosy as hell and you seem nice even though you’re oblivious as hell- you’re so close to the answer, too! what are you doing right now and why are you doing what you’re doing?” 
“what are you doing right now? and why are you doing what you’re doing right now??” you snap, looking at the little clock sitting on the desk, “i’m running very late, just give me the damn flowers, man-“ 
“alright, fine.” yoongi deflates, handing you the bouquet and the little bear before shaking his head and turning around to grab the mop from the back, “guess you’ll figure out the answer on your own. by the way, let your friend know that if he wants to order another bouquet for you to pick up that we now have an online ordering form so he doesn’t even have to come in store anymore- by the way, i can lend you an umbrella if you didn’t wanna run in the rain again because like i said, our customer service is-” yoongi spins around and immediately clams up when the only indication that you were even here at all are the two dirty shoe marks staining the white marble floor and the puddle of water around them 
he shrugs to himself and clicks his tongue 
oh well 
…you still better give the store a five star review. 
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the journey back to jungkook’s apartment is a little less chaotic than the journey leaving his place, thankfully 
you managed to get to the bus stop right as the bus came, and if anything, you took that as a sign that the universe was now on your side 
it was rewarding you for being such a good friend! 
of course, you still got caught in the thunderstorm jogging back to jungkook’s building from the bus stop (according to the forecast, it’s supposed to rain all night long) and the bouquet is a little soggy and the little bear’s fur is kind of matted now, but you tried your best to keep them dry under your sopping wet jacket, “alright, kook, don’t worry, i’m coming-“ you mutter, going up the stairs two at a time and ignoring the fact that you’re leaving a wet trail behind you 
you can’t help but shiver at the feeling of cold, wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to your body, pausing when you accidentally use the bear as a makeshift towel to dry your face 
“shit, whoops-“ you pull the bear away instantly, relieved to see that you didn’t leave any streaks of makeup on it 
your legs slow down as you reach the steps leading up towards the door to the rooftop, and you pause at the top of the steps when you hear a melodic giggle from outside amongst the rhythmic pitter patter of chubby raindrops splashing against the cement
sucking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slow your movements as to not make too much noise and ruin the moment, you press yourself against the side of the stairwell and crouch down on your hands and knees, placing the bouquet on the ground by the door and the little bear right next to it 
the only thing to do now is turn back and head home before you catch a cold from staying in your sopping wet clothes, but the sound of jungkook’s laugh makes your ears perk up and soon enough, you find yourself crawling up the additional three steps up so you can peek through the crack between the door and the frame and- 
kissing
almost instantly, your mouth goes dry and you feel a sharp pinch in your chest at the sight of jungkook and ji-eun kissing, their lips seeming to slot together perfectly as ji-eun curls up closer to jungkook and he reaches up to cup the side of her face, the two of them looking nice and warm (and dry) in the bubble tent as raindrops continue to bounce off the top of it 
your eyelids flutter slightly as your brain catches up to what you’re looking at, and just like that, everything hits you like a ton of bricks 
what the fuck am i doing?
you are crouched down in the stairwell like a creep, sopping wet from the heavy rain, still exhausted from sprinting fifteen blocks to get to the stupid flower shop before it closed, staring at the boy you love kissing someone else on a rooftop that you spent all day decorating and setting up  
you look down towards the bouquet and bear, swallowing the lump in your throat as your eyes begin to glaze over because oh my god, what are you doing? 
the bouquet of flowers is not for you 
the cute little bear is not for you 
the bubble tent and the fairy lights and the porcelain plates and fancy cutlery — all of it isn’t for you, it’s for someone else, it’s for ji-eun 
ji-eun is the one that’s kissing jungkook right now, not you 
in fact, it’ll never be you because jungkook doesn’t like you 
you turn around so you can sit on the steps properly, folding your arms over the tops of your knees and propping your chin up on top of them
jungkook does not like you back
you helped him plan this date and you helped him set up the rooftop for his romantic date with ji-eun and you ironed his shirt and you ran in the rain to get the bouquet and the bear not just because you’re a good friend — you did all of this because you are hopelessly, hopelessly in love with jungkook and you would pluck all the stars in the sky for him and put them in a jar if he’d asked 
“oh my god, y/n.” you breathe out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you shake your head in dejection, “what the fuck are you doing?”
you feel that all too familiar prickle in your nose as you get up onto your feet and head down the steps one by one, your heart heavy in your chest as you adjust the strap of your purse over your shoulder 
(and as you stare up at the ceiling when you’re in bed later that night after taking a nice, hot shower and shoving your cold, wet clothes into the hamper, you can’t help but wonder if perhaps you’ll be pining after jungkook for the rest of your life.) 
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from: jungkook (1:08am) — Thanks for getting the flowers and the bear for me you’re a lifesaver 
from: jungkook (1:08am) — Like actually the best
from: jungkook (1:08am) — So grateful to have a friend as good as you 
from: jungkook (1:09am) —The date went really well btw 
from: jungkook (1:09am) — Hope you’re sleeping well :) Will text you tomorrow 
🎙️ tell yoongi to mind his own business or console y/n (talk to my characters!)
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💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series like smitten!)
🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!)
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crazystargirl · 10 months
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jealous? i don't get jealous! ♥
NONE OF THESE LINKS BELOW ARE UPDATED!
pt.2 || pt. 3 || pt.4
pairing ♥: spider soccoro x reader, spider soccoro x human!reader, jealous!spider soccoro x reader
word count ♥: 0.6k!
author's note ♥: LMAO HELP I JUST REALIZED I REUSED ONE OF THE IMAGES FOR HERE AND THE MASTERLIST BUT ANYWAYS writers block has been a bit of a bitch lately but i managed to finish this at dinner. help my food took so long to come and it tasted terrible :((
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After conversing with Neteyam and Spider for a bit longer, you noticed Lo’ak still wasn't talking, at least he stopped fidgeting and seemed to be listening to yall's conversation.
Right as you were about to open your mouth to ask why, Neteyam beat you to it
"Hey lil bro! Why so tense still?"
You were not lying when you thought that Lo’ak turned like a deer in headlights
"Uh nothing, just thinking, saving my energy for later"
"Pshhh yeah right, all we're doing is setting up camp tonight and sleeping so what's the real reason?" Neteyam retorted
You and Spider both exchange a look of suprise, you guys had never heard Neteyam call Lo’ak out like that. 
Lo'ak was once again saved by Jake this time as he announced that you guys were about to arrive and to make sure no one had anything dangling out 
Damn every single time you were about to find out what Lo’ak was thinking about, someone saves him.
As you guys landed, everyone started to get off the ikrans. As jake went to help everyone get their stuff off, spider came over to you and helped you off.
"Dad's gonna set up camp, do you guys wanna explore a bit?" Lo'ak said, coming up beside Spider
"Yeah sure, let's just not bring Tuk" Spider says
You look up at the boys confused, "why not?"
"Well she usually just slows us down and we have to bring her because Dad says so" Kiri says coming to stand beside you
"Damn alright lets go then" you say as Spider takes your hand
Kiri sees that and sees Lo’ak narrow his eyes at the gesture, goddamn if Lo’ak liked you then why wouldn't he just confess
As you guys explored you found a few pretty flowers that you wanted to pick. Spider saw you looking at them and took you over and picked them
"Guys hurry up! We don't have all day, dad's gonna get mad at us if he sees us gone for so long!" Kiri says looking back at you two.
Spider puts the flowers behind your ear and grabs your hand. Kiri hears Lo’ak scoff behind her as you two make your way to the sully kids
"Lo’ak if you’re going to get annoyed with Spider’s flirting try making it less obvious, do you even know if the two are dating?" Kiri huffs, clearly annoyed with Lo’ak's behavior
"Well I've never asked but by their behavior with each other i doubt it, spider flirts with y/n all the time but i have never seen her once reciprocate his gestures" Lo’ak retorts with an eye roll.
"Hey i think we should head back now, it's getting late" Spider says as you and him make your way to them.
You all agree and make your way back to the camp area
Neytiri immediately starts sorting you all into to groups to sleep in
"Lo'ak, Spider, and Neteyam go over there, Kiri and y/n in there, and Tuk you can sleep with me and Jake"
You all nodded and went to your designated tents
As you laid down, you see Kiri come and sit beside you. You prop yourself up on your elbow, "What's up?"
"Nothing really, i just wanted to know if there was a specific reason you're never allowed out the lab?"
"Oh well honestly I'm not sure. It has to do partly because your mom isn't the biggest fan of us but other than that I'm not sure…"
"Oh alright, i hope Norm lets you come out more, i missed you"
"Me too, good night Kiri"
You fall asleep quickly due to not being used to so much physical activity but Kiri laid awake for a while.
She realized she had forgotten to ask you about how you felt about Spider. She loved Lo’ak and all but honestly she did not think that you two would go well together
Not only that but you seemed oblivious to both boys feelings, so how was she going to break it to you gently that you were caught in a love triangle between your best friend and her brother?
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series taglist ♥: @ok-boke, @spiderscrrowife, @myh3artttt, @multi-simp-page
regular taglist ♥: @xyzstar, @ourloveisgod23, @dizscreams, @kaesworldxx, @bhk1234uwu, @nonniesworld, @athenalive, @lanaslittletwinkie (if your name is crossed out, it's bc it didn't let me tag you)
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swampstew · 2 months
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1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone
To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 3 of 3 ~ X reader with Franky, Brook, Zoro, and X2 Law for @lil-skelly-bones @starblazer124 @sunshinegat0r @strawheart-pirate @writing-yarn-goblin Part 1 | Part 2
You are now being connected to...
Purururu purururu puru—
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Franky: What's cookin' good lookin'? My crew is going to be making port in a few days and I wanted to know if you want to hang out. I mean, only if you enjoy going to shows and concerts and stuff. You know me, I always bring the party. Stop playing, you know you love hanging out with me. Heh is that so? Alright, I can do that. I look forward to seeing you. We're gonna have a SUPER Great Time!
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Maybe the best thing I've ever done was wait. I made an art form out of endurance. You were worth every single moment - Tyler Knott Gregson
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Brook: Yo-ho-ho! Hello my dear, I deeply apologize for the lag in communications recently. The lines were dead, just like me! :D Thankfully, we'll be reaching land in a days time and I was hoping you'd have some freedom in your schedule to pencil me in! You do? Wonderful! I'll be there posthaste. I've brought you some more trinkets and oddities I think you'll enjoy, and as always, I'm the oddest! YOHOHOHO
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A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you ― Elbert Hubbard
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Zoro: Hey, how have you been? Good, listen um I'll be in your area and I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. I know you like going to the botanical gardens and I know there are some you've been wanting to go to, I can take you if--oh? Yeah no sure, that sounds good. Alright, I'll see you in two days. Yeah yeah I missed you too...
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You weren't surprised when you got a follow up call to pick Zoro up. Allegedly, there had been an issue with his transportation and when you pulled up to the scene, you were very confused about the minivan full of yarn and wool that Zoro was resting on.
"Hey! This was my ride until it broke down. I replaced the tires but I don't know shit about engines so we called roadside assistance. As thanks for the tire replacement, these ladies will give you as many spools of fiber you want. Go nuts."
With an excited squeal, you picked a conservative number of spools before throwing your arms around the Marimo who blushed profusely. He helped carry them to your car and the two of you began your trek to the botanical gardens.
The first stop - and to Zoro's horror - an outdoor garden with a hedge maze.
After getting lost and hitting your sixth dead end, he let out a frustrated sigh, " You're supposed to be the one with directional skills."
"I wanted to see how bad with directions you really are," you teased him back.
"Heh, well now you know I'm unreliable," he gave you a sheepish smile. "Speaking of, I know you said you had some accrued vacation time. I was wondering if you'd like to come with us on our next voyage. We ship out next week. I could use really use the help to not get lost...if that's something you're into..."
You didn't waste a second, "Yes! I mean, if you really want me to come with."
Zoro gave you a surprised look, "TCH of course I want that, why do you think I asked? It sucks being away from my---," he looked at you with wide eyes, "My...my..." he trailed off.
"Your what?" you asked with big does eyes.
"From...us...you..." he finally drawled out. The seconds dragged before Zoro put on a brave face and tentatively kissed you for the first time. "So if you want to like...be with me or whatever...you should travel with me."
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Law: Hey honey, I hope you've been well. Listen, I'll be coming ashore sooner than expected so don't make any plans alright? I want to take you out and spend all my shore time with you before the next trip. I'm looking forward to cuddling in bed and trying out those new restaurants you told me about. I also picked up an indie game from the last island I visited, I know you're going to love it. I'll see you soon!
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There is something about falling in love with a beautiful mind that makes me crave their skin. As if gripping onto the back of his shoulders whilst my body is pressed beneath his is all I've left to save me from drowning - Cindy Cherie
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Law: Buenas tardes, amorsita. Did you eat lunch already? Good, good. No, I'm not doctoring you - I'm just making sure my girl is doing well. Can't help it. Heh - you're always spicy, mami. I'll be visiting in a few days, can I take you out? Really, I can stay with you? You're so sweet. Ok, can't wait to spoil you when I see you. Vegan donuts? Say less, I'm there! See you soon.
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"Here, I know it's not that cold out, but you'll need it for later," Law smirked at you as he handed you an oversized bag. Opening it, you found a magenta colored fur coat - not all the different from his own blue coat.
"Oh? What's going on later?"
"Nope, you're not allowed to ask questions. Go pack a bag and I'll set up lunch. I also got you this cute headset for when we game together," he said with a shy smirk.
You knew Law was a romantic, deep down, and it was so cute seeing himself open up like that to you, so early in your new relationship too.
"Let's just say, I'm going to sweep you off your feet tonight, and every night we spend together."
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kinktober 2022
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ʚ Fave x Fem Reader ɞ
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Day 12: Dry Humping
❥ CW: male fave (he/him pronouns, has a dick), fem reader (reader has a vagina), smut, slight coercion (reader gives puppy dog eyes and fave caves)
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"You're so fuckin pretty, you know that?"
You whined, pulling your boyfriend down for another kiss, arms wrapping around his neck. He kissed you back gladly, his tongue pushing into your mouth, swirling around yours. You moaned into each other, bodies pressed so close that no space was left between you. You could feel his cock against your thigh, burning hot even with the clothes covering you two.
"Babe… c-can we… ya know…"
"Mmm, what baby?" he mumbled, kissing along your cheek and jaw.
"Can we… Can we go further today?" He slowed, pulling back to look at you.
"Further?" he repeated, making you nod. He gave a lopsided frown. "Baby, you know I don't feel comfortable going all the way yet."
"I know, I know, a-and I'm not trying to force you to. I just… I just love being near you and kissing you and stuff. It makes me feel good." You bit your lip, trying to look tempting. "It makes me wanna do more." Your boyfriend sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Look, babe, I don't wanna have sex right now. I'm just not ready for it." You pouted, his rejection leaving you upset. He glanced at your pretty lips turned down in a frown, his heart twisting at the sight. He hated seeing you so upset, but he didn't want to do something he was uncomfortable with.
Maybe… maybe you two could compromise.
"I… what if…" He tentatively rolled his hips into yours, perking up when he heard a tiny gasp leave you. "What if we did it like this? Would that be okay?" You nodded quickly, legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking around him and keeping him close.
"Yea, yeah, that's okay. Can you do that again? Pretty please?" You bat your eyelashes innocently, making him swallow hard. He nodded, despite his nerves, pushing his hips into you just like before. He drew in a shaky breath, feeling his cock twitch in his jeans. 
You mewled, hips bucking up into his, meeting each roll of his hips. His cock felt heavy against you. You hadn't seen it yet, but you'd seen the silhouette in his gray sweats, his member large even when it was soft. You could only imagine how thick it would be when he was hard, his girth no doubt going to stretch you out deliciously once you two finally had sex.
"O-Oh, babe, ah! Oh, it—it feels so good," you whimpered, hips twisting, angling themselves so you could get some more friction on your clit. You bit your lip when the next roll of his hips hit you just right, a cute moan slipping out. You were a little embarrassed: you were so wound up and all just from a little dry humping. You felt so silly.
But it wasn't like your boyfriend was faring much better. He'd never done anything like this before, and he was amazed at how good it felt. Is this why people had sex so early in their relationships? He'd always believed that the cons outweighed the pros, but this sensation was too good to ignore.
"Y-Yeah? Y-You like this?"
"Mm-hm!" you whined, nodded enthusiastically. "It feels amazing, baby. Makes me want more." You enunciated your words with a hard buck of your hips, your heels pressing him harder against you. He hissed, mouth falling open as the pressure grew. His hips instinctively moved faster, hitting your clit over and over, making you cry out.
"Oh, yes! Yes, yes, fuck, oh my God, babe! 'm gonna cum, yer gonna make me cum!" His eyes widened, heart racing as he picked up speed, eager to see you cum. He could feel something building within him too as the two of you humped each other desperately, his groin growing tight and impossibly hot.
"Shit—b-baby, I feel—I-I feel—"
"Babe," you began, cupping his cheek, "please cum with me? I want you to cum when I do, wanna make you feel good." He nodded, his hips moving on their own, the only thing on his mind being the urge to cum. The friction between you two was becoming too much, leaving you gasping for air.
"Sh-Shit, shit, fuck!" He came first, spurting into his jeans, bucking wildly against you. He kept grinding against you, bringing you to your peak soon after. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back, legs locking at his sides. You kept humping him, making him whine from the overstimulation, trying to still your hips.
"W-Wait, slow down, hold on—" He finally got your hips to stop moving, breathing deeply, trying to regain his composure. "That… we… that was—"
You pulled him down to you, lips smashing against his. You kissed him hard, passionately, letting out all your growing feelings for him. When the two of you finally pulled away you were panting harshly, a string of spit connecting the two of you.
"Thank you, baby," you spoke sweetly, eyes dazzling. "That was so good. I love you so much."
Your boyfriend gulped, nodding. He still wasn't sure about what had just happened, but you were happy and that's all that mattered to him.
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nikatyler · 4 years
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Tyler Rose for the 22 facts thing!
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Turns out I don’t have any unused pictures of him except for the ones where he’s with his girlfriend, but that’s okay.
Also, side note related to my previous post, I’m fine now, just a little angry and grossed out that people actually behave like that. But back to the ask, shall we?
Full name: Tyler Jasper Rose (but he doesn't ever use his middle name, he doesn't like the person he got it from - but he also didn’t officially change his name to not have it, and I’m only pointing that out because someone else actually did that but more on that later in another post haha)
Height: 178 cm
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Where are they from: Twinbrook
Occupation: He's a musician. He sings in a band and often plays the guitar too, even if he's "officially" not the guitarist.
Bad habits: He doesn't know when to stop joking. He won't know he's been crossing the line until someone actually yells at him or walks away angry.
Insecurities: He's always felt like he's not good enough. He's looked at his siblings and thought, "Okay, Bianca is a genius, Caleb is hardworking, Zoey is the kindest person ever…but what about me? I just…sing." He makes fun of them a lot, but deep inside, he admires them.
What makes them proud of themselves: Although he thinks it's not enough as I just said, he's proud of his voice and his musical talent overall. He’s also really proud of his hair.
How would they describe themselves: "Just an idiot with music taste better than yours."
Hobbies: Singing, songwriting, watching old music videos, karaoke, going to parties with his friends
Dream vacation: If it was possible, he'd love to spend the whole summer going to various music festivals and sleeping in tents. 
Favourite animal: He really likes wolves. 
Favourite music: Usually old rock music, but he'll listen to anything that slaps.
Guilty pleasure: Don't tell anyone, but he lowkey was a One Direction stan in middle school.
Pet peeve: When people don't understand sarcasm.
Favourite subject at school: It was Simlish, actually! He doesn't seem like it, but he can appreciate good poetry. He also liked the Music class of course.
Anything strange about them: It's not exactly strange, but it might be a bit surprising considering he's trying to have this "I'm a badass" vibe. He would kinda like to have a tattoo, but his fear of needles is stronger. He's sure he wouldn't be able to overcome it (even if his friends tell him that he would and that it’s not so bad). But if you asked him, he'd tell you exactly what tattoo he wants.
Best friend: He's best friends with his girlfriend, no one gets him as much as she does. His bandmates would be close second. (which reminds me, there's a post in my drafts and it has been there since last July…)
Partner: Sharon
One trait they like in others: Honesty
How would you describe their aesthetic: Edgy with a sprinkle of femininity when he feels like it. (More on the edgy side in his teenage years, the "sprinkle” is something he started embracing a little later)
Random fact: Don't be surprised if I one day accidentally refer to him as "Tori". I've mentioned this nonsims story that I've been writing, right? And I've also mentioned that I decided to use some of my legacy characters there (with some adjustments of course). Obviously, I had to put the triplets to that world. At first I left them with their original names, but then I started thinking of the worldbuilding more, including names and language inspirations and such, and let's just say "Tyler" and "Caleb" didn't fit it anymore. Besides, they don't even sound right for the status they have in that story. So yeah, Tyler's name in that story is Tori. Well, it’s a nickname, actually. But he hates being called by his given name, he always goes "that's not me, that was my father". And I'll leave now before I turn this into a ramble about this story 😅
Thanks for the ask! ♥
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ʚ Fave x Fem Reader ɞ
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Day 17: Fingering
❥ CW: male fave (he/him pronouns), fem reader (reader has breasts and a vagina), smut, inexperienced fave, reader teaches fave, petnames (babe, baby, honey)
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"So… Can I try it?"
You were a bit shocked at his forwardness. Your boyfriend was normally soft-spoken and sweet, never demanding anything, letting you take the lead. You liked that the relationship could go at your own pace without worrying about disappointing him. You felt like you were actually able to get to know him. You were satisfied.
Of course, you had needs as well. You dealt with them yourself without complaint, preferring to please yourself than to push the relationship too quickly, and you were fine with all of that. 
But then he showed up out of the blue one day, walking in on you masturbating. You weren't shy around him—he'd seen you naked before, even touched your breasts once or twice while you were making out—but he'd never asked to do anything with you. He'd never requested to finger you.
"Babe?" he asked, eyes wide and worried as you stared at him in shock. You blinked, gripping your sheets closer to your chest, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.
"Sorry, um… you want to… finger me?"
"Y-Yeah," he replied, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "Is… w-would that be okay?" You bit your lip, feeling yourself get wetter by the second.
"I… I mean… y-yeah. Sure…"
"Really?" he asked, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, too eager to describe. You almost laughed at how cute he was acting, like a puppy dog who had heard a squeaky toy. His face suddenly fell, eyes darting over the floor. "I… I've never really done this before, though. I might really suck at it."
"We don't have to—"
"No! N-No, I want to, I really do. I just… I don't want to disappoint you."
"Oh, honey," you cooed, grabbing his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "You won't disappoint me. We can go slow and figure out what works for us, okay?" He nodded quickly, glancing down to where your sheet covered you. You could sense his enthusiasm, lowering the sheet to reveal your breasts and stomach. He sighed shakily, eyes hooded as he admired you.
"You're so pretty, babe." You giggled, bowing your head shyly.
"Thank you." He swallowed, meeting your gaze again.
"Can I…?" You nodded, letting him shift closer to you, his hands tentatively reaching out to cup your breasts. Your breath hitched, lip bitten between your teeth as he gently squeezed them, massaging them and rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. "You're always so soft."
"I use lotion."
"Is that what makes you smell so nice too?" You nodded, smiling when he hummed, as if he was actually interested in what you were saying at the moment and not zoning out while he touched you. 
He fondled your breasts for a minute or two, properly appreciating them before sliding his hands to your stomach, resting on your waist. You wordlessly leaned back in bed, kicking off the rest of the sheets, spreading your legs for him. He gasped, mesmerized from seeing your pussy for the very first time.
"You're…" His words died out as he leaned closer, getting a better look at you. His hands found your thigh, squeezing, grounding himself. "Are… are you always this wet?" he asked, breathless.
"Um… do you mean on average or when I'm aroused?"
"A-Aroused."
"Well, um… I think I'm wetter because you're here." He let out a small whimper, causing your cunt to clench around nothing.
"That's… that's really hot." He lowered himself closer to your cunt, hesitantly bringing his hands closer to your core, peeling your outer lips open with his thumbs. "Holy shit…"
"W-What is it?"
"You're… Your pussy, it's… it's so pretty." Your skin burned at the compliment, a smile gracing your lips as he continued to stare at you.
"Thank you, baby. Do you want to touch me?"
"Uh-huh," he breathed, making your cunt quiver as it hit you.
"Th-Then take your finger and put it right h-here." You brought your hand down to point at your clit, the small bud throbbing, begging for attention. He swallowed hard, nodding as he followed your lead. He raised his index finger, bringing it to your cunt and pressing it to your clit.
"Like… this?" You hissed at the pressure, tapping his wrist.
"S-Softer. Like," you pressed your finger to the base of his thumb, circling gently, "this."
He nodded, following your actions. His movements improved already, making you sigh softly. He watched you relax under him, his finger continuing to make soothing circles on your clit. He watched as slick pooled around your entrance, making his mouth water. He cleared his throat anxiously, not taking his eyes off your cunt.
"Can I… put in a finger now?"
"Mm-hm," you whined, blinking lazily as he moved his finger from your clit down to your entrance. He prodded at the clenching hole, pushing in gently, marveling at the feeling.
"You're so soft. Like… really, really soft."
"O-Okay, now, c-curl your finger like you're motioning for me to come near you."
"Like this?" he asked, hooking his finger, making you keen.
"Y-Yeah! Like that. Now—Now put your thumb on my clit and circle—oh! Y-Yeah, just like that!"
Your boyfriend stared curiously, taking in your reactions as he played with your pussy. His thumb rubbed your clit back and forth, his finger pushing up into the squishy spot inside you. You whimpered from his touch, hips squirming back and forth as he toyed with you. He pulled his finger out just to add a second, pressing them both against your sweet spot.
"O-Oh!" you moaned, hips bucking into his hand, making his eyes widen. He repeated the action, amazed by your response. He did the same thing again and again, watching you arch your back and keen. He kept going, moving his fingers faster, rubbing your clit quickly to get more reactions out of you.
You were surprised at how well he was doing. Was this really the first time he had fingered someone? How was he so good already? He was hitting your g-spot just right, twirling your clit over and over, making you see stars. You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly, your cunt pulsating around his fingers erratically. Your moans grew louder, thighs clenching as you reached your peak, hips twitching up into his hand desperately. Your voice died out, vision going white as you came on his fingers, gushing around him.
"Holy shit," he mumbled, hand slowing as he watched you cum, eyes darting from your face back to your cunt. 
He pulled his hand away once your moans died down, bringing his fingers to his face, staring in awe. He stuck his tongue out, tentatively licking your essence off of him, sighing at the taste. He put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes fluttering closed as he drank up your slick. He pulled them out and licked his lips once he was done, looking up at you hopefully.
"Did I… Was that okay?" You scoffed, smiling down at him between your legs, still breathing heavily.
"Yeah. Yeah, that was great."
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