#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mail call

[forever-rogue]

happy holidays! always thinking of javi and dulzura this time of year (well all the time but especially now haha) - I know they're in their matching holiday sweaters with all their kiddos!

thank you so much, love! i hope you had a great holiday as well 💕i miss them too, they’re my fave little family. enjoy a little blurb with them! javi x dulzura masterlist

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“You’re trying not to cry, aren’t you?” Javi had slipped into the living room behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled you into his strong, warm body.

“Shut up,” you said without even a hint of malice, “look at them. They’re so precious, they’re ours, we made them.”

The scene in front of you was definitely adorable; your children, all five of them, were sitting near the Christmas tree, patiently waiting for the okay to open presents. Breakfast was first, as you’d reminded them, but they were just too excited to see what Santa had brought. They were all wearing matching pajamas, as were you and Javier. You’d almost lost it when Javi had come home with matching sets for all seven of you, including baby Bella.

“We sure did,” Javier chuckled warmly and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “but you did all the hard work, really. I just contributed.”

“You contributed almost too much,” you turned your head to look at him, “I carry them - suffering, mind you - for nine months and they all take after you. Every single one of them.”

“Strong genes,” Javier joked before turning you around to kiss you properly, “but if it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure Bella looks more like you.”

“Well thank you for giving me one of them,” you teased, softly dropping your voice, “you know, if we really wanted to, we could have another and see who they would take after. Maybe it's my genes’ turn.”

“Baby,” he groaned softly as you just beamed at him, “Dulzura, don't say things like that to me. It's not fair.”

“You just like seeing me pregnant,” you took his face in your hands before kissing his cheeks, “Javier-”

“Mama! When are we opening presents, we've been waiting forever,” Lucia thought she was being sneaky as she moved closer to the pile of presents.

“Lucia,” you tutted at her, “I see one finger on those presents, mija, and Santa is taking all the presents back.”

She gasped softly as she practically jumped away, “sorry mama.”

“I'm hungry,” Santi perked up as you looked at your husband, “I want pancakes…please.”

“You heard your son,” you ushered Javier towards the kitchen, “he's hungry. Don't let your children starve.”

“Are you going to help me?” He raised an eyebrow as you stepped towards the kids, “oh really.”

“I gotta make sure they stay alive,” you sat down next to them and Diego immediately crawled into your lap as Thea snuggled up to your side, “I'm their mother after all.”

“You're something else,” he came over and scooped Bella into his arms, causing her to giggle happily, “it won't be much longer.”

“I love you!” You called after his retreating back, “so much!”

“Yeah, yeah!”

“Say it back!”

“I love you too, Dulzura,” he stuck his head around the corner before smiling softly at you, “so much.”

[elixrr]

Valentines Day：Stages of Love!

STAGES：how they fell in love (1), them as they pin for you (2), how they plan the confession (3), their confession (4)

ft：GAMING (1.8k words), WANDERER (2k words)

FIC：fluffy headcanons + their confession to you in dialogue!｜day 1 of my late valentines event...

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “You received some mail...”

➥ “...Read it?”

— ➢ GAMING：

STAGE 1 - how he fell in love with you.

➥ It was spontaneous, really. It didn’t really occur to him at the time, but you had your kamera out, and you were taking photos of the scenery around you two. The day started out as a simple hangout between two friends– two best friends. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, either. You went around Qiaoying village, checking out the stalls and simply having a good time in each other's company, until you went on a small little raft with him. Sailing the lakes of Liyue, you took pictures of Teyvat's golden hour, and Gaming couldn't help but stare; he watched your light and serene smile while taking and printing photos to keep for yourself and give to him. As previously mentioned, it didn't occur to him at first, but there was a swelling in the beat of his heart, Gaming nearly thought he was sick, but he wasn't. He tore his eyes away once, and they automatically dragged back to you, like his eyes were your loyal puppy, always wanting to see you and be by your side.

Eventually, it wasn’t just his eyes that longed for you.

You were admirable in his eyes, it seemed. After the hangout, the feelings continued to linger in his heart. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, a smile broke into his expression– a little brighter than usual– and he couldn't bring himself to sleep that night. Tossing and turning in his sheets, but not from a nightmare. Gaming was horribly confused; why was he feeling like this? A slight burning feeling simmered within; if only he could hold you right at this moment.

That's when it hit. And it hit hard.

STAGE 2 - how he's pining for you.

➥ Gaming's crush on you became more persistent. He's heard a story or two from his friends and how crushes typically lasted between a few weeks to three months, and any longer than that would just mean they're head over heels. So, not wanting to push anything that could hurt later, he waited patiently— or, at least, he tried to wait as patiently as he could. Patience was something that he eventually lost. Eventually, as in, he was stripped of nearly all of his patience after the first week. Gaming was never the type to get super jealous, he loved people— he still does— and it shines in how extroverted and eccentric he is, but sometimes when you spoke to people and seemed to have more fun with them than you did with him, he would get... Rather insecure. He once asked you if you were getting bored of him, and he was immediately proven wrong.

After the span of three months was over, he still found himself head over heels for you. It chilled out a little more, he can control how he acts again, but everyone notices that extra jump in his step, the extra sparkles in his eyes when you draw near, and especially the slightly larger smile he carries around with him before hanging out with you, while hanging out with you, and just a little after he hung out with you. Gaming was adorable with how smiley he became with you around, and when you brought it up, he became really flustered. If you catch onto things easily, then you probably figured out that he likes you. If not, then don't worry because he's going to plan to confess.

Though, it takes almost a full year of having a crush on you for him to realize that he needs to confess.

There was indeed a time when Gaming thought he was going to lose his chances. You and Chongyun grew closer. Gaming didn't know Chongyun that well, but you introduced him to the small little hangouts. Gaming was fine at first, but once he was called over by one of his relatives during a stroll around Qiaoying Village. By the time he could get back to you two, you were having the time of your life, and Chongyun seemed ecstatic. Gaming knew that he had issues with his yang energy, hence why he was so composed half of the time, but to see him breaking out of that composure with you? Gaming stopped in his tracks that day. He followed behind the two of you but didn't bother to let either of you know. Of course, with a swell in his heart when you noticed him first, you brought him back into the conversation. Though, he was quieter. He was a little duller than he usual. Where did his smile go? Where did his bright, sparkly eyes go? What about that spring in his step every time you spoke to him? It's not that he lost interest in you. No, it's that he thought you were losing interest in him. Eventually, he realized that he should probably ask Chongyun if he liked you. That question took weeks to muster the courage up for.

When he got around to asking and he learned that you and Chongyun were just really chill friends, all of the spring, spark, and smile that he lost all came back to him. But now the question stood tall.

Did you even like him back?

He was advised by Chongyun and Xinqiu to confess, and that's when all of the planning began.

STAGE 3 - him planning the confession.

➥ Chongyun and Xinqiu were kind enough to help Gaming with his confession. The original plan was for him to just serenade you during a romantic ride on those bamboo rafts, but Chongyun worried for the third wheeling boatman, so they all devised a plan for the giddy Gaming. Gaming will ask you to ride a raft with him, and Xinqiu will dress up so that you wouldn't recognize him. He'll also be there for the friendly wingman support. Chongyun will have the area feel colder but won't freeze the lake itself. Even while Gaming cringed at the whole idea, Xinqiu and Chongyun agreed to it. It's too romantic to pass up, Gaming giving you his hoodie when you're cold in supposedly warm weather is too good to become a lost opportunity. The plan, after a few hours of playing cards, eating dim sum, and snacking on winter melon cakes, was set. When the weather's good, Gaming will take you out on a boat ride as per usual, but there's suddenly an expensive price for a boat ride. Before you can even think to take your wallet out, he'll whip out some mora and give it to the disguised Xinqiu, plus an extra tip. Then, Xinqiu will use a mini music box that he received from his Fontanian friend, and some cute, romantic music will play in the background. After some talking, you should be able to notice a sudden cold wind with the help of Chongyun and a wandering friend named Kazuha, then Gaming will lend you his hoodie with the excuse that he's fine and he can take the cold. This will all happen around the golden hours of Liyue, just like how it was when he first caught feelings for you, and just before sunset, Gaming will pull out a fresh Qixing by Xinqiu's area, and he'll confess. Whether or not you accept is up to you, and that alone is enough to wreck his brain.

The planning is done; the date is picked between the three, plus Kazuha's approval. All that's left is for the confession to be carried out.

STAGE 4 - the confession.

➥ Now, it was time to confess. Oh, how terrifying the thought and much more nerve-racking the feeling. Gaming met you by the river, and you looked as stunning as ever. Funnily enough, this was your usual fit, your typical and casual clothes, but something felt more different. Gaming's heart beat with love and a little nervousness. Strangely, you already had your wallet out, so on the way to the raft, Gaming was sure to keep his hand in his pocket, making sure that he had all of the mora ready for the raft payment. He kept a flowing conversation, and you, as usual, kept it cool as well. It momentarily paused when you both saw the disguised Xinqiu, but something felt off in Gaming's gut when you took his hand and lead him to the raft, which, funnily enough, was the last available raft nearby.

“Hello, my dearest friends. Would you like to ride on this fine raft?”

A smile grows on your face before Gaming can say anything.

“Yes, we'd love to.”

Your hand squeezes Gaming's tightly when you shift your gaze and smile over to him. He's distracted momentarily, blushing at the feeling of your fingers interlocking with his.

“How wonderful! That will be 10,000 mora, please.” Xinqiu politely bows with his hand out, extending towards you, and you're suddenly closer to Xinqiu to pay for the raft.

This is bad, super bad! You hand over the necessary mora to Xinqiu and wink at him, lending a hand over to help Gaming up onto the raft. You're strangely prepared for this, hell, you're even wearing... Something warm. That's. Not good. The plan isn't going the way he needs it to! Gaming watches you take the seat next to him and admire the scenery around. He's nervous, evident by how he constantly plays with his fingernails, or how his sight spills all over the place— how he flickers his eyes over to you, then to the waters beneath the gaps of the bamboo. He aligns his sight with the direction of the raft, and he watches the ripples of the water flow with the serene waters of the lake. It's calming slightly, but there's still the nervous pound in his heart.

Gaming looks back at you. You have your kamera out, and you're taking photos of the scenery with a small smile on your face. There's a bloom in Gaming's heart. He finds his gaze lingering too much onto you to notice that you've taken your own cardigan off, resting it on your lap. The Adam's apple in his throat bobs a little. He needs to confess, and it's going to happen soon— if not right now.

Your gaze falls onto him, and he nearly jumps in his seat. It's strangely quiet and rather cold. In a desperate attempt to fill the void of silence, he stutters and exaggerates a cold expression,

“It's... It's really cold now, huh? That's weird. It's awfully cold for spring!”

“In that case, here. Take my cardigan, it'll keep you warm.” You smile at him knowingly, wrapping the cardigan around the blushing, confused Gaming.

Wait, what? He was supposed to do that!

You smile at him and turn back over to the scenery around. You have your hand resting near him, and he can't help but stare at the reflection of the light lingering on your hand. It's attractive, everything about you he finds so attractive, every insecurity and every part you're proud of he takes and smiles proudly with. Gaming is deep in love with you, and it's clear as glass right now as he takes your hand in his and gently taps his thumb against your knuckle.

“Hey. So, can I... I have something to say.”

You send your undivided attention to him as he speaks. His heart pounds against his chest, and he subconsciously squeezes your hand.

“I've been thinking. We've been really close 'n cool friends for a while, don't you think?”

Darn it, Gaming, get to the point! He yells at himself, and the burn of an embarrassed blush glitters across his face.

“Listen, Gaming.” You interlock your fingers with his again, and you give him a soft, sweet smile.

“I like you, too, okay?”

And with the peck of a kiss on his cheek, a small, sudden, yet very giddy smile grew on his face. He asked for re-confirmation, and when you gave it to him, he nearly fainted on the spot with joy.

You and Gaming held hands, and a shared smile bloomed between the two of you. You leaned in for a kiss, and Gaming allowed you— but before a kiss could happen, Xingqiu interrupted with the snap of his Kamera.

You and Gaming turn around. Xinqiu smiles, taking the photo out of the kamera and hiding it behind his back, whistling as if nothing had happened.

You and Gaming realized then and there that you would thus receive the teasing of a lifetime.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “1 new message...”

➥ “...Read it?”

— ➢ WANDERER：

STAGE 1 - how he fell in love with you.

➥ Wanderer was and is a special— very special case. He's a puppet beneath the porcelain skin; there's almost nothing under it. He's hollow, meaning he has no heart. So what would explain this strange feeling within? Nahida suggested a fondness for you through the form of love, but Wanderer thought it was impossible. He's a puppet, and not only does he lack the heart to love, but he has never loved before and certainly wouldn't now.

Of course, that simply wasn't the case.

Wanderer always felt some sort of ache when it came to you. Nahida's suggestion of fondness found itself dug into his mind rent-free, even if he fully disagreed with it. He felt like you were simply more annoying than anyone else he's ever met. Yet, there was this one time that he considered the possibility that maybe... Maybe it is love, after all.

It was his birthday, and you hung around with Nahida to surprise him. The surprise wasn't anything big, but it was nice enough to have left a stain ingrained in his memory of it. You and Nahida had baked a cake made especially for him, and the party was held at a vantage point. Funnily enough, that same day was the day where he wanted to show you this exact vantage point, but you had already discovered it first. You joked that it was simply meant to be, and a faint blush dusted Wanderer's cheeks— though, he'd never admit it to be of embarrassment or love. The birthday party, as mentioned before, wasn't that big. It was you and Nahida, but there was a particular point that had Wanderer questioning if he needed a heart at all for his "possible-and-horrible-wave-of-fondness." In his eyes, it was one thing to see his semi-savior, Nahida, all giddy and happy to be able to finally celebrate the birthday of another, but it was a whole other treat to see your smile. He found himself lingering on you for too long; he felt an ache within that longed for something— even when he tried to dismiss it, that was the beginning of his spiral of love. That longing never went away. Later that day, after you had left, Nahida would tell him how easy it was to spot, but he ignored her and went off for the night. He took himself to the highest spot of Sumeru, and he sat quietly on the branch.

You were back on his mind. Your smile, your eccentric self, while eating the cake. Everything was wonderful. You were wonderful.

You are wonderful.

A smile creept in from his teeth, accompanied by a sigh.

Wait.

You're... wonderful.

Images of your smile flashed within his mind, and that same ache and longing pinged and rang within his chest, where a human's heart could have been.

A memory of Nahida's words play in his head.

“Perhaps it is indeed a sign of your fondness for them! Humans feel it for one another, and oftentimes, they refer to the feeling as love.”

Does he love you?

The ache pounds against his chest.

Oh, for archon's sake.

Wanderer's face turned red at a thought:

He really might be in love with you.

STAGE 2 - how he's pining for you.

➥ The days and weeks after his birthday, he sought you out more than he could've ever thought he would. Sometimes, he'd run into you buying groceries at the stalls of Sumeru. Other times, you'd be sitting in a small field of flowers, and he'd be flying by. You didn't seem to mind his presence, though. Actually, evident by your smiley faces and happier expressions, you seemed to enjoy it! The thought, without realizing it, made him happier than usuaI. While it wasn't evident with a spring in his step, if you looked closer, there would be a dozen sparkles in his eyes every time he glanced your way. Except, you'd know better than to get too close. Otherwise, Wanderer would've smacked you silly.

He’s become a little softer towards you than he is with anyone else. Even with his specialty of degrading everyone around him, he can’t bring himself to be rude to you in an honest way. Any harsh comment is followed by an ache in his heart whenever he sees you either pissed or bothered, and he finds himself incapable of thinking badly of you. Strangely enough, he thinks of you more than he talks to you nowadays. It bleeds into his day-to-day schedule when he’s in the Akademiya, studying for his classes, or doing his work. Wanderer doesn't really have much to do with his days. He thinks of you during classes now, too. He's unsure if you attend classes or if you've finished school, as he's never bothered to ask, and you've never brought it up. Either way, when the lectures start becoming white noise to him, he wonders if you're also in a classroom right now, bored and thinking of whatever you think of.

If only you might be thinking of him, too.

A tiny smile breaks his bored, motionless lips. The professor goes off about the lesson, and his mind goes on about you. Wanderer couldn't care less if he missed information; he understands the material anyway. He simply wants to think of you right now.

Suddenly, the students around him shoot up from their seats, grabbing their things and head for the door, and he follows in suit with the smile wiped off of his face. As he passes through the room, a few people gawk at him, but he dismisses them. Wanderer would only allow you to gawk at him.

He left the Akademiya immediately, running off to some secluded spot where the other students wouldn’t bother him and have him snap out of his thoughts. As of late, he found himself enjoying his days a little more whenever he had some time to himself, especially when he thought of you during that snippet of time. Yet, this time, he doesn’t have to simply think of you. Walking down the path to the ground-leveled city, Wanderer saw you around the corner. You were talking to someone, but a flurry of heartbeats synced with the swirling thoughts racing through all at once. The feeling gets annoying because he basically runs into you every other day, but he acts as though he hasn’t seen you in years. There’s a sudden skip in his heart that forces him down the pathway a little faster to startle you with his approach. Wanderer always found it amusing whenever you’d jump out of your skin at his sudden appearance–

But this time was different. Wanderer stopped and stood idle.

Just why was the General Mahamatra holding your arm like that? From the angle he stood at, he couldn’t see the wound on your arm, but something shot down every ounce of excitement and confidence he had in himself. He felt cheated on, but you weren’t even dating him! Cyno notices him from the distance and lets go of your arm, almost glaring at the boy. You, following in suit, turn around to see Wanderer. Even with that fabulous feeling wasted away, Wanderer still looked at you like you were the only important person to exist. You’re graceful in the way you turn his way, but your wound catches his eye quickly. Is that why Cyno held you like that? Because he was scolding you or something? Either way, that’s what Wanderer is about to do with you. He storms over to you, enraged, worried, and ready to ravage the whole universe to find who hurt you…

And it turns out it was just some Mitachurl that you abolished soon after you had gotten hurt.

“Kuni, if you’re just so worried about me, why not stick by me more often? Besides, we run into each other basically every day now.”

“You can be my travel buddy, I guess!”

“That’s stupid.” But he’d still want to be yours.

Cyno dismisses Wanderer and gets him off of your arm, and you’re escorted elsewhere (as Wanderer glares from the distance at Cyno). He thinks for a few moments but ultimately decides to return to the Sanctuary of Surasthana to pay Nahida a little visit…

STAGE 3 - him planning the confession.

➥ Nahida, when asked, simply told Wanderer to bring you over to some nice, secluded spot and tell you how he feels. He’s been told that the confession doesn’t have to be anything big, but maybe just some nice scenery would do you both some good. Wanderer slightly hoped that Nahida would tell him not to confess, but he knows her better than that. The plan, when made, was simple: he'll ask when you're free, then he'll take you to some nice spot nearby, sit you down as he takes his seat, and he tells you how he feels. 

Now, does that sound appealing to Wanderer?

No, of course not.

Wanderer would prefer it if he just didn’t tell you at all. Feelings are awkward for him because he’s not used to romance. He’s not used to anything positive or good coming his way. Wanderer has walls of brick to seal his heart away to prevent further emotional pain. There’s no way he would tear all of that down just to be with you.

“But it’s already broken!” Nahida says with a cheeky smile, startling Wanderer.

“What?”

“Sorry,” the archon giggles, “I read your mind just now. What I mean to say is that you already trust them enough as is! The walls you’ve built have already been broken?”

“It’s still stupid, anyways. What if they don’t even reciprocate? Then what would I do?”

Nahida scratches her head a little, thinking of all of the experiences that she’s witnessed over the past two years of her freedom.

“Isn’t that what confession also determines? You let them know that they like you, and then you learn if they reciprocate or if they don’t.”

Thus, after a small debate with himself and Nahida, Wanderer decided to… Simply tell you how he feels. Shouldn’t be that hard, right? Though, when he finds himself unable to bring up a potential day to choose, Nahida asks you when you’re free, and thus the plan is initiated.

All that’s left to do is wait, prepare, and execute.

STAGE 4 - the confession.

➥ The morning of the plan arose. The break of dawn and the sunrise’s sunlight spilled across Teyvat all at once. The cold corpse of the moon faded with the blue sky, and Wanderer was all but asleep. In fact, he was frantic– panicking, not even a drop of sleep soaked into him. He’s, despite refusing to admit it, terrified of meeting you at that vantage point and possibly getting humiliated after letting his feelings pour. 

Wanderer walks out of the dorm provided by the Akademiya and takes a stroll. It’s still early, and not too many people are outside yet. The air isn’t cold, it’s less humid than usual, but it’s still cooler than usual– the slightly-frosted breeze brushing against his porcelain arms. He can’t feel the cold, but he still shivers with the pressure of what might happen.

“Kuni?” Your semi-groggy voice calls out to him. He turns around, and he feels his chest nearly explode.

“You? Why are you up so early?”

“I dunno, Nahida told me to meet up with you later today, so I wanted to go out to get you something.”

Get him something? His could’ve-been-heart pounds in his chest.

“Why did you want to meet with me anyway?” You walk over to him, meeting his pace.

“I’ll tell you later. No snooping around yet.”

“Why?” A sly, teasing smile grows on your face. “Are you going to romantically confess your undying love to me under the blissful moonlight at your favorite romance novel scenery with a slow breeze hitting us? Oh, will there be flowers for me, too?” You smirk, and Wanderer looks at you with a fake look of disgust on his face. However, at that last question, he breaks his face… Slightly.

“That’s a good idea.” He quietly blurts, thinking of possible flowers to give you.

“...What?”

“Huh? What?”

“You’re planning to–” You stammer, a red blush dusting your features.

“Wha–?"

And then Wanderer realizes what he just did.

[jenoslutie]

bad idea, right? l l.dh

❥ Synopsis: You swear you've moved on, you swear you're happy in your relationship. But why is Donghyuck still on your mind? and why are you in his bed again

❥ Genre: Ex FWB!Donghyuck, Bf!Jeno, angst, smut, ??? with benefits au, she is toxic.

❥ Warnings: disloyalty, blackmailing, suggestive but no actual smut, just a whole lot of shitty behaviour from mc, even more implications to recording during sex jeno x reader, haechan x reader. not a happy ending.

❥ Word count: 3.8K

❥ a/n: hellooo angels <3 so uh, this is part 2 of is it casual!!! i KNOW this is not what u guys wanted but i fear this is how the story went!!! as always, feedback is much appreciated :P !! also THANK U TO @be-my-sunrise and @hanniesbrat for letting me yap to you guys about this odd ass fic LMAO

You hated the fact your boyfriend was roommates with the man that ruined you. You hated walking into your boyfriend’s apartment and seeing his face there, staring back at you as if nothing ever happened. You hated having sex with your boyfriend knowing he could come home at any time and hear you. You hated the fact that he still thought that your boyfriend was your friend and treated him like one. 

Jeno, your boyfriend, has been nothing but the best to you. He comforted you through all the late nights you wanted to spend crying, he held you through every moment you spent crying over that fucker until you realized how much you really like him. No man has ever treated you the way Jeno has. No love has ever compared to the love Jeno has given you and you wouldn't trade it for the word. 

“Jeno, I really don’t want to see him, can you just come over instead?” 

That’s how alot of your nights went, 

baby <3: donghyuck told me i need to move out baby <3: he fucking sucks  baby <3: he said i need to break up with u or leave because he can't stand seeing u around 

you: what the actual fuck  you: i'm so sorry  you: he actually sucks so bad  you: you’re welcome to move in with me in the meantime  you: or however long u want you: i'm so sorry for dragging u into this mess jen you: seriously 

baby <3: it’s not your fault baby  baby <3: we’re in this together. 

“You packing up your shit or what, loverboy?” Donghyuck smirked, leaning against Jeno’s door frame. 

“Use your eyes, Donghyuck.” Jeno scoffed, not sparing him a glance. He continued to pack his stuff into his boxes. 

“Oh, don’t forget to pack your girlfriend’s clothes! In Fact, I might have some in my room too, you want me to bring them to you?” 

“Fuck off, Donghyuck.” 

One thing you know for sure is Donghyuck fucking sucks. If he didn’t make that clear the first time around. You’d say you wish the worst upon him. However, some nights, you get deep in your thoughts and thoughts about your relationship with Donghyuck and you miss it. But one thing never changed, you always had Jeno by your side, every time, without fail. 

“Jeno, what if I never met you?” 

“Where’s this coming from?” He chuckled, pulling you in closer and kissing your head for reassurance. “I’m sure i’d find you one way or another, you're my person” 

It was little things like this that made you fall for him. You truly believe Jeno was the one for you. No one treated you half as good as he did. 

“I never want to leave you, angel. You’re mine forever” You smiled, cuddling closer to Jeno, you smiled to yourself when his scent hit you. He smelled heavenly, like he always did, the same comfort and warmth that drew you into him in the first place making you desire him even more today. 

unknown: hey unknown: i'm sure you know who this is unknown: we need to talk unknown: don’t tell jeno. 

Your heart sank. Donghyuck? It can’t be. 

you: who is this? 

unknown: [attachment: 1 video]  unknown: remember me? 

Your jaw dropped, clicking on the video to see you bent over the sink in a bathroom you could never forget, ever. Your hair a mess, you're deliriously calling yourself ‘his forever’. You fucking hated that he had anything to black mail you with such as this. You hated yourself for giving him that type of power. 

you: donghyuck. you: we have nothing to say to each other  you: dont try to contact me again

unknown: you’d be fine with me sending this to your boyfriend though, right?

Immediately, you called him. He was sick in the head and only got more and more out of hand. 

“Donghyuck, you’re not fucking funny” you spat, venom laced in every word

“Funny? Babe, who said I was trying to be funny?” He chuckled “I’m serious, did you forget your little boyfriend lives right next door?” 

You heard him knock on the wall, screaming out your boyfriend’s name.  “Jeno!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” A faint voice in the back. 

“Fuck off, Donghyuck.” And with that you hung up, falling back onto your bed with a sigh. 

“Jeno stop! They’ll hear us” You giggled, lightly pushing Jeno’s head away from his spot in between your legs. He’d been trying to get you worked up through your clothes the whole time youve been over at his apartment. This was the last week of him living here before he officially moves in with you and you both were ecstatic. Last week you’d have to see his face, last week you’d have to be in constant fear that he’ll overhear you and Jeno having sex and last week you’d have to even think about him.  

“We’re alone, baby” he pinned your arms down with one hand. “Let me eat you out baby, promise you’ll be good?” You gave in, nodding at the promise of Jenos mouth on you. 

“I’ll be good.” 

Jeno was talented with his tongue. His technique was unlike any other. He knew how to have you arching into his touch, begging for more, cumming within seconds. You’d describe him as a walking sex god. His way of having you craving more was unmatched. And you don’t think you’ve ever had anyone quite like that before. Not even Donghyuck. 

“Stop thinking about that fucker” Your boyfriend frowned, he could read you like a book and you genuinely dont know how he does it “He doesnt matter right now, it’s just you and me baby” 

‘I love you, Jeno” 

“I love you more than you can imagine, baby” 

He kissed you hard, taking your mind off anything you’d been thinking of before. All you could think of Jeno’s mouth on yours, kissing you with everything he had. Within a moment, Jeno had you undressed, laying under him in all your naked glory. Smiling your love drunk smile at him. Jeno trailed kisses down your body, all the way down to your pussy. 

“Jeno?” you called out, looking down at him with big, innocent eyes. 

“Yes, baby?” he smiled at you sweetly, starting to trail his tongue along your slit, “Pretty, pretty pussy” he mumbled under his breath. 

“Please fuck me already, I cant wait anymore. I need you in me” You pleaded, knowing your boyfriend would do anything but deny you anything.  

“God, I love you. Anything for you baby” He took no time before hovering over you again, pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. “My angel, all mine.” 

“She’s yours?” A voice suddenly interrupted you, a voice that was all too familiar. Jeno’s body hurriedly covered yours, protecting you from the eyes of the intruder. 

“Donghyuck, get the fuck out” Jeno spat. 

“No, If i remember correctly, she’s mine” 

“I was never yours,” You countered, pulling Jeno onto you closer. 

“Oh yeah? You want me to show you the video? As far as i know, your little boyfriend here still hasn’t seen it” 

You felt Jeno freeze, “What video?” Jeno asked you, looking at you with nothing but confusion in his eyes. 

Donghyuck kissed his teeth, “Oh, guess I shouldn't have brought that up right now. right, Y/N?” 

“Donghyuck, just get the fuck out.” 

Jeno pulled away from you as soon as Donghyuck left. 

“What video?” He repeated, looking into your eyes with the same hurt that you once looked into his with.  “Donghyuck recorded a video of us the last time we fucked, it was at his parents house on christmas, remember? Well, basically in the video he made me say I’m his forever. And he wont stop blackmailing me with it” 

Jeno sighed. “He's blackmailing you?”  

“Yeah, look.” you reached for your phone to find the messages Donghyuck had sent you the other day. You looked away from Jeno, feeling ashamed from the whole situation. Donghyuck apparently lived to humiliate you, never letting you catch a break from his antics. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” He hugged you, pulling your naked body against his own. “You could’ve told me sooner, I could’ve dealt with him myself” Tears were threatening to slip from your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by Jeno’s loving words and Donghyuck’s bullshit. 

“But i couldn’t, Jeno” Full on sobbing now, you let the tears fall freely down your cheeks. “I was too scared, he’s insane Jeno” Jeno just hummed, rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“You’re not mad?” You asked 

“It’s not fair of me to be mad, this happened before we were dating, it’s not fair for me to hold that against you.” He smiled, pulling away to look at your red, puffy, tear stained face. “My baby. Not his, I promise I’ll get us out of here as soon as i can” 

donghyuck: i heard u and ur little bf were on a break  donghyuck: i think i have some ways to make your break worthwhile babe

you: i'm not your babe. donghyuck.  you: plus, you’re the reason we’re on break in the first place. you: dont contact me again, please. 

donghyuck: you know you miss me y/n.  donghyuck: don’t you miss the way i made you go crazy?  donghyuck: remember the time in my car? after i caught you kissing that fucking loser chenle? donghyuck: you were on me like you needed me to breathe. you can’t even deny it.  donghyuck: now open the door baby, i’m outside. 

You were quick to open the front door, seeing Donghyuck standing infront of you with that stupid fucking smirk on his face. He knew that was your weakness. He knew he was your weakness. 

“Miss me?” You hated his cocky tone. You hated that you actually opened the door for him. You hated that you actually did miss him. He let out a chuckle at your silence, he knew how to read you like none other. Not even Jeno. 

“C’mon, let me in. You know you want to” You hated yourself for actually stepping aside and allowing him into your house, into your safe space. Memories of the endless nights you spent crying over him in the safety of your own house all blurry. 

“H-Hyuck..”

 “Oh? We’re back to Hyuck now?” 

“Is it bad that I want you to kiss me right now?” Your words were hushed but loud enough for him. 

“Yeah?” You nodded, looking down at your feet, too scared to look at him. “Why don’t you beg for it? Since you like to do that a whole lot hmm?” He smiled when he heard you whimper, inching closer to you slowly until he was close enough to wrap his arms around you. 

“Are you gonna beg or are you gonna make me wait longer?” Immediately, a sob left your lips “Hyuck, please kiss me. I missed your lips on mine so much” 

And without another word, his lips were pressing onto yours with the same intensity you craved, the same intensity that once drew you into him. You swear you almost fell for him again when he cups your face, tilting your head up and deepening the kiss. He began walking, lips still on yours forcing you to walk backwards blindly until suddenly you were falling back onto your couch where he followed suit. 

You pulled away, admiring the honey skinned man above you with a small smile. “I missed this” A soft smile mirrored the one adorning your face. 

“I missed you like crazy, no other girl compared to you”

“Why’d it take you so long to realize?” He paused, staring at you blankly. 

“Just– took me a minute..” with a sigh, he leaned down and kissed you again, trailing his hands under your shirt. Grazing your warm skin with his cold hands, sending chills through your body. 

“You gonna let me fuck you? Remind you how I'm so much better than your little boyfriend?” 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” 

“Oh? Last time I checked you were smitten over that guy” 

You hated where this conversation was going so you tried your best to change the topic, “You’re the one about to fuck me right now no?” 

“Shut u–” He was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. 

Jeno. 

Jeno has given you space for almost a month now. Only sending you messages to check in on you occasionally. All to which you replied positively, ensuring him that you’ll be ready to get back with him soon. In reality though, you were nowhere near getting back with Jeno. You spent nearly every night of the past month in Donghyuck’s bed, either cuddled into him or you under him. Something about the way Donghyuck made you feel was unmatched and you’ll never get sick of saying that. 

You stepped into Donghyuck’s kitchen early in the morning, seeing him in just a pair of grey sweatpants with his back turned towards you. It didn’t take long for the waft of the pancakes he’d been cooking up to reach you. 

You gawked, “You’re making breakfast?” He turned to you, an unimpressed look on his face (though you could see him fighting a smile.) “Does that surprise you?” and you fought the urge to affirm that it does truly surprise you to see him doing something nice for you. 

Instead, you hummed, “No, not really.” With a small smile on your lips, you walked up to Donghyuck who had switched his attention back to the pancakes he had cooking on the stove, wrapping your arms around his bare torso. His skin was soft and warm under your touch. 

“Good morning, angel” He hummed, placing a hand over yours. The two of you swayed in a comfortable silence. This is how times with Donghyuck usually went, quiet and calm until he was suddenly kissing up on you, feeling up on you or begging to be inside you. 

“You wanna sit and wait at the table for me?” You chirped a “sure” and detached from him, making your way over to the dining table, sitting down on your favourite chair. 

baby <3: good morning angel baby <3: can i see you today?  baby <3: i miss you, wanna hear your voice so bad :( 

you: of course you can :)  you: actually, let me just call you right now. you can still come over later tho :P 

It didn't take long for an incoming call from Jeno to come through.  

“Good morning angel” You could hear his smile through the phone. A smile creeping up on your own face just from picturing the beautiful smile adorning his face. “Good morning, handsome” He chuckled, “You sleep well?” 

“You could say that..” You trailed off, thinking of the way you were cuddled into Hyuck last night, the warmth of his body keeping your own body warm. You slept better than you have in a while. 

“I miss sleeping with you” Jeno admits, the pout in his voice too obvious. You frowned, feeling the guilt take over you. 

“You can stay the night tonight if you want” You lowered your voice, hoping Hyuck wouldn’t hear all the way in the kitchen. 

“Oh, no, I still want to give you space! I think i’d be impeding a little if I were to stay the night” 

“I don't think so, you’re welcome to stay” 

You heard him sigh in relief, “Okay then, I’ll come by in a bit.” 

“See you soon, angel.” 

You bid your farewells and that's when you noticed Hyuck walking into the room. “Who was that?” He questioned, setting the two plates of pancakes down. You broke eye contact with him, focusing your  attention onto the pancakes in front of you. 

“I asked you something, you know?” 

“It was Jeno.” 

He hummed, wordlessly digging into his own plate of pancakes. You felt so guilty. This isn’t where you belonged. You belong next to Jeno, in his arms, under him, near him. You belong with Jeno. Someone who treats you like a proper human. But you found yourself running back to Donghyuck and you hated it. Worst part of it all? Donghyuck didn’t even know you and Jeno aren’t officially broken up. You’d been too scared to tell him, too scared of the possibility of losing Donghyuck in your life. So you’d decide it’s best if he doesn’t know your relationship with Jeno. It’s not even like it matters, right?

“What the actual fuck” Jeno gawked, looking down on his phone screen. He’d originally planned for today to be a rest day after the hell of a day he had at work yesterday but his peace was disrupted when suddenly he got a text from his ex roommate. 

donghyuck: hey jeno  donghyuck: its me donghyuck donghyuck: i know you might hate me right now but you might wanna see this.  donghyuck: [attachment: 1 video]  donghyuck: before you come for me, i had no clue you guys weren’t officially broken up at the time of this  donghyuck: im sorry jeno. 

Attached was a video of a girl, naked body on all fours as the person behind the camera (presumingly Donghyuck) pounded into her from behind. The problem? The problem was the girl had the same hair as you, the same body, the same everything as you. Even that little tattoo on your shoulder that read “delicate” in a beautiful cursive font that Jeno had helped pick out. Everything was you. 

jeno: donghyuck.  jeno: thanks for this… i genuinely can't believe it. 

Within a heartbeat, Jeno was pulling up your contact. 

baby <3: hi angel  baby <3: can i come over? i left my hoodie at ur house and i need it

you: sureeee thing!  you: let me know when ur abt to reach <3 

Jeno, furious, hurriedly grabbed his keys and got in his car. He thought after what you’d been through, you’d know how it feels to get your heartbroken like this. He’d expected you of all people to be better than this but no, you had to be the absolute worst of them all. He thought maybe you of all people would keep his heart safe but no, you clearly gave no fucks about him or his heart. 

He managed to calm down by the time he got to your apartment. Breathing in and out before ringing the doorbell. 

“Hi Jen!” You chirped, allowing him in. You were wearing an oversized shirt that exposed your newly tattooed shoulder. The same tattoo that was visible in the video. Jeno’s heart sank the more he looked at you. The girl he once gave his heart, his love, his everything to, is the one who he’s currently dreading speaking to. In other words, he hates you right now. Hate was one word he would’ve never imagined using with you. 

“You okay, love?” you frowned, wrapping your arms around him tightly, pulling him close into you. He hated the innocent look on your face as you peered up into his own. He had a soulless look in his eyes. “I’m fine,” He forced a tight lipped smile, peeling your arms off him. “I’m gonna– uh, grab my clothes.” 

You watched as he walked into your room and went straight for your closet, rummaging through to find his hoodie. 

“Jeno” You started, walking into the room behind him. “What’s wrong? Talk to me baby,” 

Jeno sneered, turning around to look at you with narrowed eyes. “What's wrong Y/N?” His voice raised, he wasn't yelling but it was clear that he was upset. “What’s wrong is while I gave you space to figure out your shit with Donghyuck, you went out and were fucking him. While continuing to lead me on. Isn’t that wrong, Y/N? Don’t you think I deserve any loyalty? Any love in return? While I sat here, impatiently waiting for you to come back to me, you were taking advantage of it and fucking the reason we were on break. Don’t you remember how we met in the first place? All those nights I spent being a shoulder for you to cry on, being there for you every step of the way. Don’t you think I deserve anything?” The hurt in his eyes was more than evident. You looked dumbfounded, eyes wide in shock as you stood frozen. 

“Jeno–” You cut yourself off, at a loss for words. Sighing in defeat, you gave him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I felt so incredibly guilty everytime, but something in me just couldn't stop. I hate myself for doing it and you deserve to hate me for it too but I’m so sorry.” 

“I loved you, Y/N. How do you think it feels when your girlfriend’s ex fling– or whatever he was, texts you randomly, telling you that your girlfriend had been fucking him the whole time you’d been on break? It’s not a great feeling, I’ll tell you that. Oh, and having to see a video of it? Even worse. I’m sorry Y/N but I don’t deserve this. I gave you my everything and you couldn’t even spare me an ounce of loyalty.” 

“Jeno, a-are you leaving me?” He felt like laughing in your face, do you seriously think he’ll stay after this? 

“Genuinely, do you think I’d wanna stay after the fact, Y/N? Honestly, I want nothing to do with you anymore. Consider us done.” He gave you that same, tight lipped smile, gathered his belongings and walked out your bedroom door. 

“Jeno!” You called out, he stopped in his steps, turning to look at you one last time “I’m so sorry, I love you.” Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. 

“No, you really don't. Goodbye Y/N, don’t contact me again, please, for my sake.” And with that, he walked out your door, leaving you broken and in tears. You had no one to blame but yourself. If you hadn’t let Donghyuck in that day, you would have saved yourself from this mess, you would've still have Jeno in your life and you wouldn't be here, crying in your doorway. 

Filled with rage, you dialled Donghyuck’s number, he picked up on the second ring. 

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell me, Y/N?” He spat, you could tell he was angry. “You had me thinking this whole time, you’d broken up but in reality, you were leading on poor Jeno and still fucking me? How do you think that makes either of us feel? I know I did something wrong the first time around but this time? You fucked up, Y/N.” 

“Hyuck liste–” 

“Don’t call me, Y/N.” 

With that, he hung up. Your heart dropped, you felt as if you’d lost it all in the span of under an hour. All that you cared about in life had been ripped out of your hands with no one to blame but yourself. You hated what you’d done, hated what you’d done to these two poor men. Neither of them deserved it, especially Jeno and you had no way of going back in time and fixing it. 

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heaven knows ❥ i. lahey

summary: social media/ college au with the pack [can be read as a non supernatural au, but its implied]

pairings: established isaac lahey x reader, isaac lahey x fem! reader

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', fluff, slice of life, some cursing

a/n: made this instead of my homework bc i wanted to make a smau for isaac :) also emmyparker is an oc based on my friend loll

reblog and comment! i love to see your thoughts on my fics (even if this isn’t technically a fic lol)

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yourusername a lil photo dump of college so far ;P (not included: mental breakdowns)

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lyds.martin you wouldn't have the breakdowns if you didn't procrastinate ↳ yourusername you know what lydia stfu ↳ emmyparker @/yourusername shes not wrong ↳ yourusername WTH IS WITH THIS DOGPILING 😭😭

mccallmescott why do i have the feeling that your study sessions don't end up being study sessions ↳ yourusername what makes you think that scotty? ↳ kirakitsune @/mccallmescott they usually devolve into yap sessions ↳ silverallison SHHH kira!! they aren't supposed to know ↳ 24stiles is that why we aren't invited?? ↳ emmyparker that's a secret we'll never tell 🤫 xoxo gossip girl 😘 ↳ 24stiles 😐😑😐

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lyds.martin girls night in! 🥂

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yourusername wheres my pic creds 🤨 ↳ lyds.martin you're tagged, isn't that enough ↳ yourusername no 🥰 ↳ lyds.martin 🙄

24stiles i see my invite was lost in the mail ↳ emmyparker it can't be lost if it wasn't sent 😊 ↳ lyds.martin you weren't invited bc you aren't a girl, hence why it's called a girls night

silverallison we need to do this more often, it was so fun !! ↳ kirakitsune 100% agree, especially with finals kicking our asses rn 😭 ↳ lyds.martin heard, but @/yourusername has to host next time ↳ yourusername thanks for volunteering me lyds 🙃

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24stiles boyz night 😤💪💯 (and theo is here too ig)

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lyds.martin wow someone was bitter about us hanging out with out them ↳ 24stiles whatever do you mean? ↳ lyds.martin you're an idiot

yourusername i know damn well you didn't use my apartment as a fire hazard ↳ 24stiles ...its technically not just your apartment, it's isaac's... ↳ isaaclahey14 @/24stiles are you trying to get me killed?! ↳ yourusername @/24stiles @/isaaclahey14 stilinksi you're first on my list, lahey you'll be next ↳ 24stiles what about scott??? ↳ mccallmescott DUDE??

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yourusername love you wolf boy 🥰 🩵

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24stiles ew i didn't need to see this first thing in the morning ↳ yourusername you jealous i nabbed him in high school when you had the chance? ↳ 24stiles pffhh absolutely not, besides im in a happy relationship with em ↳ yourusername that's what you think :) ↳ 24stiles EM?? EXPLAIN NOW @/emmyparker

silverallison this is disgustingly cute ughh ↳ yourusername feel free to join us if you want ;) ↳ silverallison don't tempt a girl with a good time 😏

kirakitsune for research purposes, i need to know where isaac's shirt is from ↳ emmyparker same... for research purposes ↳ yourusername i sent you guys the link 🤭

isaaclahey14 love you lots babe ↳ yourusername love you more 🫶

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isaaclahey14 love you sweetheart ❤️

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emmyparker wait are these candids of her actually good? ↳ issaclahey14 do you doubt my abilities? ↳ emmyparker yes 😁 also @/24stiles take notes ↳ 24stiles how do i keep getting attacked in posts that aren't even mine 😭

silverallison @/isaaclahey14 im gonna steal your girl ↳ isaaclahey i'd like to see you try ↳ yourusername guys noo don't fight over me (please do it does wonders for my ego) ↳ silverallison nevermind you can keep her

yourusername this is actually so cute, love you so much honey <33 ↳ isaaclahey14 i swear you always underestimate me ↳ yourusername aren’t you forgetting something 🤨 ↳ isaaclahey14 i love you too ❤️

[sqgeism]

Unrelated to any of the Kenji thirst I keep thinking to the moment where Kenji is real close to losing his shit because someone made the 'Where's the Japanese Version of the guy' in regards to him and like fuck it hit me hard. I'm mixed like to the point where people can't pin my ethnicity by looking at me and constantly being told I'm not x or y enough to be a member of a community by all rights I do belong to I just I really empathized with him in that moment. I'd love to see some head cannons on how he feels and deals with the "Not Japanese enough" allegations, how he feels about being back in his home country after being in America for so long just overall how he adjusts and navigates through that

❥﹒kenji sato x gender neutral reader

✦. synopsis — request (thank you so much !!)

✦. love mail — requester wherever you may be, you are loved and it’s heartbreaking you relate to such :( you and me both, but thank you for such a heart touching req 😞🫰.

✦. tags — NO SPOILERS, not super x reader focused but elements are there, based on writer’s own experiences, angst-ish (not sure?), mentions of discrimination

Adjusting to life back in Japan was.. no easy feat, really. It had been so long since he was home, it no longer felt right to call it that. He felt out of place in his own skin. No one could tell, after all – it was his charm. But after every game, after every interview, he goes home and feels more disappointed in himself with each day. His own language, it feels foreign on his tongue. Each word he says feels wrong. You’ll be there to reassure him that it’s been some time, of course he won’t be perfect. But that’s the issue; he’s not perfect. He should be. That’s what people expect of him.

Criticism came with the lifestyle, it was a guarantee. But for it to come from his own people? Ouch. It was bad enough that back in America, he was made fun of for his bare-bone English, now back in Japan it’s his barely coherent Japanese. He feels like wherever he goes, he has to feign confidence to not break down. He puts on those damn shades to hide the way his eyes start to tear up when things get too much. Sure, he had gone through shit. But how much can one man take till he starts to break? Kenji can tell you, it’s not a lot. It’s been years and he’s just had to act like it doesn’t affect him.

And if not for the way he speaks, of course they go for how he looks. Now Kenji will admit, he IS a confident man. He loves himself and his image, but he isn’t immune to insecurity, no one is. Your heart breaks whenever he cries in your arms, resting on top of you as he sobs into your chest. You try to soothe his worries, kissing each part of him that he feels insecure about, which ends up just being his whole face. It’s a harrowing sight to see. You just wished you could get rid of all his problems, because for one man to bear it all? It wasn’t fair for his poor soul.

Sometimes you’ll wake up to him watching his old games, he’ll ask you what’s wrong, but you don’t notice. Instead, you see little him and how he smiled. It confused you, the tape wasn’t even playing – it was just paused there. He had that typical smile that most kids had, full of teeth and eyes squinted because of how wide their smile was. You chuckle, he was so cute. You then look back at him, and you try to understand. “I-” He’ll start, running a hand through his hair. “I just.. I missed that smile. The people back in America.. they made fun of me so-” You ran into his arms, engulfing him in a hug that made him feel so warm and fuzzy. And he doesn’t realise it, but that moment brings back that smile. He’s just so happy with you he can’t help it.

I think that, all and all, he’s just had to become desensitised to everything. He just shuts down whenever someone says something about how he doesn’t fit in. You’ll defend him, but he tells you not to. It’s a waste of breath. You want to argue that it’s not, that he deserves to be defended, but his defeated look wins you over. He knows there’s no real way to stop them, so he’d rather focus on his practices or making you feel happy. Those are things that matter to him; not something as temporary as his appearance or mannerisms of speech. He’s accepted that, and his priority is your happiness and his. :)

For more lighthearted headcanons, if you were Japanese, you'd offer to help Kenji refresh on writing his Kanji and overall speaking, which he is more than happy to accept. Another case, if you aren't Japanese; he'll ask if you want to learn with him. He's overjoyed if you accept, it brings a positive association and motivation to relearn his language. It wasn't to just please people.

I imagine Ami had become a good friend to you and Kenji, so she offers to demonstrate all the mannerisms Kenji has perhaps forgotten (and you did too/want to learn as well) to help. You both appreciate her helpful hand, and treat her to good restaurants for dinner as thanks. :)

[butchermeat]

╰┄➤ hi <3 call me doe !

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     │⋮ 19 + college freshman

     │⋮ she/they + queer

     │⋮ switch (dom lean)

     │⋮ taboo + hard kinks

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i love tattoos + piercings :3 you should ask me what i’ve got!

my tags:

butcher meat 🥩 - all my gross stuff!

bait doesn’t speak 🐑 - my sfw rambles

an ask! for me? 🌱- all of my asks!

my k*nks:

(false) *ncest, pet play, fearplay, r*pe play, crying, teddy humping, praise, masked men, size k*nk, breath play, g*n + kn*fe play, st*lking, wound fucking, submissive men, bondage, impact play, edging + orgasm control, begging, blood play, breeding, public play, humiliation, black mail, hierophilia (priests + religious imagery)

i’ve done this before! you may recognize me lol!! dms + asks, always open

[elioas-diel]

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: most of the lore will be book focused whilst character descriptions will be based on the movie (so spoilers will be evident throughout the fic), violence will be evident in later chapters, major character death in later chapters - i’ll update warnings for later chapters

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 - 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

-୨୧-

She came a year after he did, the gladers just establishing a steady routine. Change was her, and he didn’t take it easy.

Y/n and Gally bickering wasn’t an unfamiliar sight to the glade - in fact it was abnormal to not see them arguing over something dumb.

From the moment he had seen her confused face it was there, that hatred he had for her - one that wasn’t just driven by the disruption she had caused but it seemed to run deeper than the either knew.

He took note of those feelings but always kept it to himself, his character too stubborn to speak out or have the rivalry go deeper than meaningless annoyance, frustration and competition. Afraid with what he’d find out.

Though, that doesn’t mean his bubbling suspicion for Y/n didn’t eat him alive. That nagging feeling that made him go crazy every time he saw her - something, a voice? - that told him he knew her, but from where?

It couldn’t have been more the opposite for her. She couldn’t have cared less for him, Y/n had set her mind on survival; that worry being on the top of her list.

The psychological mechanics embedded in our bodies from birth, one called the fight or flight response system had been surging through her the moment she had woken up in a moving chain-mail box.

Dangling thousands of feet above pure darkness.

When the warmth of what felt like she remembered to be sun met her features, he had jumped in and clouded it.

His sharp blue eyes observing her weirdly, grazing her figure like she was some abnormal creature - it didn’t help but make her even more terrified than she was puzzled.

She didn’t hate him, didn’t feel some sort of connection, but with his fixed “unwelcoming-snarky,” attitude towards her, she felt the need to know why it was so.

They were bio-hazards sewn on to themselves - the death of each other and she fell into a trap that was known as Gally.

Love, trust and relationships were a dangerous thing, especially in a place where nothing was certain.

Peace in the Glade had its run. Peace between the two of them had its fun.

Everything had never been as it seemed and it was all about to change a year later.

After-all, uncertainty and certainty were two sides of the same coin.

“Bring bloodshed on them,” - ??

-୨୧-

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀; 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

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“Let the games begin,” - ??

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

hiii could you do more of Baby!Seonghwa pls?? I loved it and i can’t stop thinking about it since i’ve read it, amazing work btw thanks <3

Medicine

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind. i'm back at it with my mommy hwa shenanigans while tweaking with the shells plot line mwahaha

takes place before Baby (you don't have to read to understand but it gives this some extra spice)

✃ "I'd burn alive just for the soft light on your face." -Paper Doll, Flower Face

✫彡wordcount: 3k

♡'･ᴗ･'♡(ಡ‸ಡ)(¯ ³¯)♡genre: yandere, angst, hurt & comfort

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: stockholm syndrome, periods and period blood(non descriptive), everyone is morally grey, non sexual nudity, references to sh and violence(not towards reader), it's fair to say seonghwa is a murderer lol, jongho and baby bff agenda as hinted at in the first part, more exploration of how the members are affected, one mention of sewer slide, mingi needs a hug fr, not proof read

⁂perm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

✩index: little space; a regressed state of mind where one feels like a child. hyung; a name for an older male friend or sibling, used by other males.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

  Seonghwa was certain that he could handle anything you threw his way after five months of being his captive in his care.

      He knew you well, better than he knew himself most days. Even before he had 'taken you home', he tried to learn everything about you to make the transition easier. Some things though- were impossible to know.

     You hadn't gotten your period since before your 'big move', as he called it. He read up on all things womanly to be better prepared so he knew that stress could cause you to skip it. And it did for a long while. Now, though, you were starting to settle in.

     He knew they were painful. But nothing prepared him for the heartbreak when he saw you in the state you were in now.

     He had just gone downstairs to get the mail, but that was apparently all the time it took for you to lock yourself in the bathroom.

     "I don't know what happened, Hyung!" Mingi was just as panicked as Seonghwa at the moment, he felt responsible for whatever was happening behind the locked bathroom door. What if you had gotten into their razors? It would be all his fault... His Hyung trusted him with his Baby and she dashed away before he could even register it.

     Everyone saw the shift in you the past few days, moody and hungry and tired. One of the managers even had the nerve to ask if you could be pregnant. As if Hwa would ever let you skip your birth control.

    "She just ran off! Everything was fine," Mingi continued as he jiggled the knob relentlessly, slapping his palm on the wood while calling out.

     His voice was so loud in Seonghwa's mind. He was so overwhelmed. Scared. Full of rage.

    And then they heard the shower turn on.

    At least he knew you were alive in there.

    "Baby?" He pushed his younger member out of the way and knocked on the door much gentler. "You know you can't take baths alone. Open the door and let me help you."

     There was no response.

    "Now, Baby."

    Only the sound of the water hitting linoleum tiles.

   "Don't make me count to three."

    Mingi backed up at that. He hated when he counted just as much as you did.

    But he didn't have to count, when he heard the tiniest sniff from over the pelting water his body reacted for him. His shoulder came in contact with the door and in the next second he had broken through the frame of the door.

    Mingi looked on in shock, eyes fixed on the metal lock on the door which was still stuck out in place. They followed to the doorframe, splintered open. Then they fell to you, curled up naked on the bathroom floor under the raining water. He looked away at that, turning and crouching down to pick up the broken pieces of wood to busy himself until he knew you were okay enough to leave you in Seonghwas care alone.

      Seonghwa had kneeled next to you, uncaring as the water soaked the knees on his pants. Even more uncaring as he leaned over your face, blocking the water with the back of his head and soaking the collar of his shirt and his hair. The scorching water dripped from his hair to your face as he cupped it in his hands, inspecting you for any damage on the surface.

"Baby, my baby, what's wrong?" The pain in his voice was just as present as the pain in your face. Wound tight like your eyebrows as you winced.

"H-hurts." Was all you could manage, groaning as he untucked your arms from around you to inspect you further. You were fine on the surface.

"Hyung..." His head snapped back to Mingi, who held out your shorts pinched between his fingers, touching them as little as possible. There was a dark spot on them, red and angry as it stained the pattern.

He looked down slowly, eyes meeting the drain as it sucked up the pink tinted water.

ఌ

It took all the convincing in the world from Seonghwas part that for you to remember that you weren't dying. That this happened to big girls every month. Eventually he managed to dry you off after letting the water sooth you for a while and set you up with a pad from the box he's had under the sink since he brought you home.

But then again, some things he couldn't have been prepared for. You told him your periods weren't just painful, they were debilitating. He wished he would have asked you before hand to be more prepared- but now he knows better for next time!

He set you up on the couch with a sock full of uncooked rice that he'd heated up placed on your stomach while he did frantic research on his phone. He peeked back and when he saw you were fast asleep, tuckered out from fighting the pain, he made a beeline downstairs- not even bothering to wait for the elevator and essentially jumping down the stairs.

     He barged right into Yunho and Yeosangs dorm, making a mental note to scold them for not locking the door later on. But for now he was on a mission for his baby.

    "Hello, Yeosang," he greeted briefly as he barged into the room as well, going straight to his shelf of supplements and vitamins. He could only stare dumbfounded as he scooped up what he needed and left. "Bye, Yeosang."

"Hello, Yunho." He spoke as he passed him in their kitchen. He raided the pantry and left with a simple, "Bye, Yunho." The both of them looked on in confusion as their Hyung left the dorm, not bothering to even shut the door.

     "Yah, that's ours!"

    Yunhos yell when unheard -or rather uncared for- as he was out the door just as fast as he came, desperately rushing down the hall as they looked on.

ఌ

That was how everyone ended up in the top story dorm, watching in confusion and anxiety as Seonghwa sat down his stolen goods on the coffee table infront of the couch, careful not to wake you. He went to walk off, and Wooyoung opened his mouth, "is she o-"

      "Shh!" The eldest shushed harshly, shutting him up as he sped walked away.

      "Hey, thats mine!" Another victim of Seonghwas thievery followed his Hyung with a sleepy grimace, blinking confusedly at the scene in the living room.

They had all seen some strange behavior from their eldest member, especially through the past nine months that lead up to this. The day you met was like a switch flipped in his imbalanced mind.

They hated you for that. Or rather, hated the idea of you. Every one of their moral compasses was spun in a complete three sixty when their Hyung kidnapped you those five months ago. He wasn't the same. For the good or bad, you changed Seonghwas live, all of their lives-

For bad, you had been the reason that Hongjoong had to pick dirt from under his nails after covering up one of his best friends sins. You were the reason Mingi had to take a three week hiatus to cover recover from the bruises from when he made eye contact with you. You were the reason that a quarter of their staff had to be paid off when the word spread, just to keep everything from going public.

But then- you were the reason that Seonghwa had started smiling again. The reason he tossed his blades into the river. You were the inspiration to eight different songs in only these few months, one of which was a major break through for them. Your childlike attitude beamed through the apartments.

You brought a certain light to their lives, one that was emitted from the fires of Hell.

They promised themselves they'd be indifferent to you, to not get involved as much as possible for the sake of their own sanity and morals. And yet, here they are.

Gathered in the living room with heavy hearts as they looked over you, silently begging for Seonghwa or Mingi to tell them what was wrong with you.

"Hyung..." Jongho spoke as softly as he could, his eyes couldn't help but fixate on the way you held yourself like you wanted to disappear. "What did you do to her?"

He, out of everyone, was most worried.

He hated this situation just as much as the others. Hell, he was still fighting himself every day to turn his Hyung in- even if their entire worlds would come crashing down. Because he hated to see you in pain. An innocent person suffering because he was too cowardly.

You were attached to the hip the second that Seonghwa let you out of his room. You dashed for the scariest looking member... because he was less scary than the man who snatched you up, who you thought you could trust. You hid behind his arms as everyone else looked on, simply staring in the disbelief of what their once trusted and kind member had done.

Hongjoong was in the same boat, just as troubled as Jongho was with the entirety of what had become their lives. He prided himself in the fact that he was a good person, through and through. He did good deeds when no body was looking, simply because it spread good feelings. All he ever wanted to put in the world was positivity. But when he saw the tears that his best friend caused, his heart made him simply look the other way. You didn't like Hongjoong much. His picture in Seonghwas room taunted you, made you resent him for being so obviously close to the source of all your pain. But he didn't treat you any different for it.

"Park Seonghwa, you promised you wouldn't hurt her like that," Hongjoong sneered through his teeth, ready to grab his only Hyung by the ear when he heard a small grumble from the couch.

You blinked. Once, twice.

And then you broke into a waterfall of hot tears.

"Hey, Baby it's okay," Seonghwa tried to soothe you, only to be pushed flat away from you as Jongho came and took his seat infront of the couch where you were situated.

"Hi, little bear," he cooed, taking you into his arms immediately when you weakly opened yours. He moved slowly as he sat on the couch with you in his lap, but slowly wasn't slow enough to stop the aches from pulsing through your veins on what felt like a molecular level.

It was Wooyoungs turn now to feel brave and stand up to Hwa- well, stand over him as he watched his baby with tears of his own welling up. "She's never cried this hard, what did you do?"

"Baby-"

He was pushed back down as he reached for you, a begging pout on his lips as Yeosang held him down by his shoulders.

He didn't know what had changed in his members but he knew it was shit timing. You needed comfort and calm, not to see your caregiver held down and restrained from you.

A pink sock hit Yeosangs head and he looked up with soft shock written on his features as he met your eyes. You immediately looked down, you still weren't allowed to look them in the eyes and you most definitely didn't want a punishment ontop of natures own. "Don't hurt my Mommy..."

"Honey, did your Mommy do this to you?" Yunho asked as he bent to your level.

You simply shook your head. Were they really fighting over your well-being? Why didn't they do that months ago when this whole fiasco started? You blinked away the thought as another teeth gritting cramp hit you. You hid in Jonghos sweater, trying to quiet down your sobs.

It wasn't all for naught though, as you could hear Mingi finally speaking up when he returned from the kitchen, a baby bottle of juice in hand that he sat down with Seonghwas thieved goodies. "She got her period..." Some of them immediately started cooing over you, and while you couldn't tell who with your head trying to burrow its way into Jongho to hide, it still made your ears feel hot with embarrassment.

"Oh, poor baby," San was the first one to speak, plugging in the heating pad he was robbed of minutes early with zero hesitation, gently draping it over your lower back.

"Get off me," Seonghwa finally snapped and pushed Yeosang and Wooyoung away, crawling on his knees to the couch. "Baby, I've got some stuff to help you but you'll have to come off Jongho, okay?"

You had a hint of defiance in your pain filled eyes as you peeked from the plush sweater you were hidden in. "No, big bear," you put on the cutes and hugged Jonghos neck tighter.

"I know big bear is comfortable," he bit his tongue as he looked at the way you so willingly curled into his youngest members lap for comfort that he should be providing, "but give me five minutes, I need to take care of you."

"Come on, little bear," Jongho sat up as careful as possible, ignoring the tug on his heart as you whined. He cared for you, of course. But he feared Seonghwa more.

Wooyoung couldn't bear to watch anymore, taking San's hand and disappearing down the hall. He used to look up to Seonghwa, now he could barely look in his eyes.

Mingi followed their lead, he wanted to be strong and comfort you, but he simply couldn't handle another second of seeing you reduced to tears. He'd never watch you cry again. His heart couldn't take it. Maybe that made him a coward of a man, but he didn't care at the moment.

That left Hongjoong sat across the coffee table with Yunho, Yeosang lowering himself into the armchair, and Seonghwa on his knees infront of you as you clung to Jonghos neck.

   "Good..." He was certain there was blood filling his mouth from the way he bit down on his tongue. "I didn't want to leave you so these will do for now until I order your own, right?" It was rhetorical-was it? It's not like you had a choice in the matter. But he was so kind that it made your brain foggy. Like he really cared of your opinion for a moment.

    "Magnesium, zinc, and vitamin d," he explained as he took one from each of the bottles. "More vitamin d," he sat the bottle of juice next to your legs. "And comfort," he drug the basket of sweets that he used as rewards for good behavior to the edge of the table and let you take a peek, seeing the new and unfamiliar chocolates on top.

Intrigued by the fancy looking wrapper, you reached out. Seonghwa only put the medicine in your hand. "Medicine first, Baby. Then you can have all you want from the basket."

Seonghwa was a lot of things but he wasn't a liar, never to you.

So, you sucked it up and took the medicine.

ఌ

Later that night, everyone besides Hongjoong and Jongho had returned home (save for the three that actually lived in the apartment with you). Mingi didn't exit his room, not even for dinner. San came and joined movie night after Wooyoung left.

The movie long ended, leaving everyone in the room dead asleep besides Seonghwa. How could he sleep at a moment like this? His Baby could wake up at any moment and need him.

So, he just sat and watched over the most important people in his life. His best friend, laid on the couch with his head on the opposite end as you, curled into a ball with nothing but a stuffed monkey to keep him company. His youngest member, laid on the floor with a pillow to his chest. And San, he was-

"Hyung?"

He was awake. Seonghwa perked up a bit, blinking away that familiar look in his eyes before he turned to the armchair where San was draped in a strange position. "Hyung, you should go to sleep..."

Both their eyes drifted to you, sound asleep. He'd either have to curl up behind you on the couch with Hongjoong or move you to your shared bed.

"You know..." San sighed, almost silently. "I hate you for what you did to her. For what got us here. But I would be lying if I said you didnt take good care of her. You love her, don't you?"

"I love her more than life." It was a declaration that was as easy as breathing. Though he'd never said it out loud to anyone other than you. Until now. Seeing you like that... "I love her. I never want her to be in pain like that, you don't understand, San. I was ready to kill myself if she was dying."

"Don't be ridiculous-"

"I'm serious."

The look in his eyes told him he was was. He would never joke when it came to you. He was always dead serious. He would rather not be in this world at all than be in it without you. "I know you don't understand, I'm not asking you to. But I had to do what I did. I had to do it. I had to."

"I know." And he did. San knew that, by all means Seonghwa didn't have to do what he did. He didn't have to kidnap you and keep you imprisoned in their dorm and buy people off to keep their mouth shut. But Seonghwa thought that he did. His mind had convinced him, and there was no turning back.

That first night, when they found you tied to his bed, that was all he could say. I had to. I had to. I had to. With his head tucked between his knees like a scolded child defending themselves- although everyone was too shell shocked to even say a word until Wooyoung broke the silence with a simple, 'what the fuck.' I had to. I had to. I had to.

"Do you?"

San licked his lips, took a deep breath, and rolled around to face the back of the arm chair. "I know you, Park Seonghwa. And you did what you believed was necessary. I can never agree with your reasoning... but I'll never fight you on it. Take your baby and go to bed. We're all tired."

Seonghwa couldn't see them, but there was fat tears rolling down San's face. He hadnt cried over this. But something had finally faded away and let him. He never referred to you as that. He liked to think you'd enjoy being separate from the life that Seonghwa had built for you. Not that you could notice most of the time, forced so deep into little space that your head felt light and fluffy like a bag of cotton candy.

    He must have finally come to terms with the fact that this was reality.

     "C'mon, baby girl," he heard him whisper, followed by a small groan as you were picked up. He waited until he heard Seonghwas door click. And he let all his tears free fall.

    Seonghwa set your tired form down on your side of the bed, crawling in after you while trying to push away that itch in his brain that was screaming that he forgot your nightly routine. He tucked that little voice away and settled in bed, bringing the soft comforter over you both and melting into his pillow with a sigh.

    He gathered you close as gently as possible and rubbed your back, staring up at the ceiling and listening closely to your breathes as they evened out to quiet snores.

      A smile played at his lips.

    For a moment he felt like everything would be okay. You had your medicine-

He felt you curl closer to his warmth, and he brought his finger tips up to brush your loose hairs back with a tenderness reserved only for you.

-And he had his.

ఌ

[forever-rogue]

Heyy I have a request.

So recently I discovered I am pregnant, and so I told my fiancé and didn’t get the reaction I’d hoped for - I was wondering if you could write a Joel Miller x Fem! Reader about how he finds out y/n is pregnant with a happy ending? Thanks!

-Anon💕🤰🏻

hey babes, first of all congratulations! i hope everything works out🩷

i've written a few similar things so i hope these are okay:

scared

lavender haze

together again

[sockfizz]

❥ TRAIN TO NOWHERE !!...

♥︎ CHAR(LEY) || CHORBLE

♥︎ IT/ITS + ANY

♥︎ MINOR

♥︎ CERTIFIED SELFSHIPPER/YUMEJIN !!

♥︎ 5N0RPY'S SPOUSE AND JOYFRIEND

♥�� STRAWPAGE

♥︎ PROSHIP + BIGOTS DNI

❥ ...AT LEAST YOU’RE THERE!

more under cut :3c

General Info

ミ★ Welcome to my selfship blog!!! I made this cuz my f/o means a lot to me!!

ミ★ My main is chorbie. I like and follow from there

ミ★ currently censoring my f/o's name + the media he's from (bvgsn4x) due to anxiety with the community, although i might interact with it through art reblogs at times

ミ★ heavily selective sharing. if i interact with you first im most likely okay w sharing with you, but if i haven't and you share my f/o i highly recommend not interacting

ミ★ I hc my f/o as he/it/xe gay transmasc agender who likes masc terms but also okay with fem terms for those who are close. You will most definitely find me calling him my wife/girlfriend often lol

ミ★ i also like the canon ship with my f/o and i hc him as polyamorous dating both his boyfriend and me !!

ミ★ my s/i is named Chorble Sockbox (they/it). feel free to ask about them! I'm somewhat attached to them lmao

ミ★ may occasionally have posts with suggestive implications, i will tag this with #cw suggestive. bear in mind i tend to have a suggestive sense of humor

ミ★ plz be patient with me im mentally ill and disordered :P To be more specific, a few things I have are depression (clinically diagnosed) and heavily suspected BPD and this may affect how I act. If i make you uncomfortable somehow PLEASE inform me !!

ミ★ I also realize that I vent quite often here, and if you're not comfortable seeing my troubles, then please mute my vent tag (see taglist) !!

ミ★ aside from all that if youre ok with it plz interact i want more buddies :D

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[bitterie-sweetie]

bitterie-sweetie's masterlist

[updated 240215] ✨ = personal fav

Jeonghan

❥ Fake it til you make it

⇢ 6.5k, fluff ⇢ Your Valentine’s date with Jeonghan is coming up and yet the only thing on your mind is how to break up with him. Of course breaking up with someone is difficult, but you’d argue that what’s more difficult is breaking up with someone you never even dated.

Joshua

❥ Stay up

⇢ 2.5k, fluff ⇢ He calls you his favourite person, yet you have no idea he's hosting a party until you get the invite in the mail. Joshua Hong confuses the hell out of you and perhaps now is the time to finally figure him out.

Junhui

❥ 1 plus 1

⇢ 3.1k, fluff ⇢ While looking for an outfit for the party, you can't help but notice all the couples' BOGO sales going on. What better way to get free stuff than to pretend you're dating your best friend?

Hoshi

❥ Better than the movies

⇢ 2.4k, fluff ⇢ Everyone else is having fun at the party except you. And even worse is that the resident fuckboy just won't leave you alone.

Wonwoo

❥ Redo

⇢ 3.5k, fluff ⇢ The party was a little crazy and you wake up not remembering who you were making out with last night. Luckily your best friend was there and can help you solve this mystery, right?

DK

❥ Set it up ✨

⇢ 6.2k, fluff ⇢ You have absolutely no idea how to get closer to your crush, but perhaps asking his best friend for some advice is the way to go.

Mingyu

❥ This is how we fall ✨

⇢ 18.5k, fluff, humour, light angst You should know better than to make a deal with a stranger, but the need for a date to Minghao’s party has you desperate. It can’t be too bad though; all you have to do is show Mingyu what you saw in your reading, and he would be your date for one night. Simple enough, right?

[consistantly-changing]

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[@/tonyhawktruther "❥ Coffee Lovers and Fans ❥": NASA just revealed a heaven-like planet where you can drink a beer at the lake. And they're calling it Earth.]

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[@/linux "Linux": When I kill God I will find the spigot from which he meters out grace and smash it permanently open.]

[@boywaif "tania🪆": I had a french professor who once said if you just did something like going to the supermarket and experienced it fully without the goggles of habit and catégories you would go crazy with pure sense and joy. I think about it all the time. In a way this is all for him.]

[@/moutheaters "sand ghost": Me: Is the natural state of the soul quiet or chaos?

Taco Bell cashier: Look buddy, it's transient, shifting like water]

[@/superlameballs "lil stinker": guys will make something called "the ultimate treat" and it's just a meatball sub 🤣 it's just a meatball sub made on toasted garlic bread with cheese, homemade sauce, and all the love in their heart- their heart so filled to bursting with love you can taste it in the sandwich]

[@/kazzbotz "kat, your DM": Whenever you're obsessed with stopping a prophecy you gotta ask yourself: am I enacting the prophecy's will? Is my obsession the mechanism by which the prophecy comes to pass?]

[@/CrowsFault "Matthew": People speak of hope as if it is this delicate, ephemeral thing made of whispers and spider's webs. It's not. Hope has dirt on her face, blood on her knuckles, the grit of the cobblestones in her hair, and just spat out a tooth as she rises for another go.]

[@_fembot "fembot": Its always "why did you not sleep" or "how many coffys did you have" and never "was the night dark and endless and full of promise"]

[@/logicalpathos "John": This dog looks like my dog from my teenage years, Daisy. God I miss Daisy.

@/Arolexion "aro": I miss daisy too

@daisdNDconfused "dais": It's okay... I was reincarnated into a real girl

John, the OP: Do you remember how we used to run]

[@/bubberdunkus "jims": i'd tickle a fish if the wet chime of its laughter could heal us]

[@/petfurniture "lilies abounded": i hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child & fell asleep on the couch during a family party. i hope you can hear the laughter from the next room]

[@/linux "Linux": We cracked open the skulls of our masters and found nothing but flesh and blood]

[@/emokendallroy "azhar": is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

"creature from the black lea...": my class turtle from 6th Grade :)

@/erinmartina "erin m. brady": that's a turtle

@/bigfatmoosepssy "creature from the black leagoon 🍹": When God sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?]

[@/bestinsio "sio": subway rat made eye contact with me and said "join us. when the train comes we slide under the tracks and feel it rumble over us like a warm thunderstorm. we live forever and we love to live" I said no thank you I am too large he turned away from me l cried]

[@/SICKOFWOLVES "NOT A WOLF": I HOPE THIS E-MAIL DOES NOT FIND YOU

I HOPE YOUR CHAIR HAS GROWN OVER WITH MOSS

I HOPE A PLEASANT BUT UNOBSERVED BEAM OF LIGHT HITS YOUR DESK PERFECTLY THROUGH THE COLLAPSED CEILING

I HOPE THE SILENCE IS DEAFENING]

an incomplete collection of tweets i consider to be short poems

[sqgeism]

❥﹒a special kind of love

✦. synopsis — a relationship with dan heng can be a little rocky, but for him? you'd be willing to go through a landslide.

✦. love mail — im alive (i say for the 4th time only to disappear without a trace.. again) but this is inspired by my experience w someone v special to me!! happy 1 month ♡

✦. tags — HSR SPOILERS. noot really? i mean spoilers for dh's identity, dan heng x gn reader, fluff, i havent written for hsr in 6 years (dramatic), not proofread, im sick

"YOU'RE KIDDING!?"

You nearly topple over the trinkets on your desk when you had slammed the table prior to your screaming.

Moments before such a reaction, you had called Dan Heng into your room to discuss a 'private matter', in which you had to talk to him personally with no distractions.

'Private matter' being your feelings, and how bottling them up was making you lose your mind - so to save yourself the slowburn suffering, you had to confess the aching sensation in your chest every time he passed by.

"I, uh.. I like you." Your voice is almost a murmur, staring down at your desk that you stood behind with Dan Heng infront of it.

There's silence, he tilts his head slightly. "Sorry?"

You're about to repeat yourself, already regretting your decisions until you hear him clear his throat.

Looking up, you notice a hue of red on his face as he looks almost as shy as you, a rare sight from the usually nonchalant Dan Heng. "You.. like me?" He repeats for clarity, watching you nod as silence once more fills the room.

"Well.. I like you too. I'm surprised you beat me to the confession."

"...YOU'RE KIDDING!?"

And that lead to the unexpected relationship between the trailblazers who almost never interacted within the publics gaze.

You'll admit the first few weeks were.. awkward. You two didn't have much dating experience, especially Dan Heng, but you see how he tried. He'd always text you if you guys were seperated, you notice how he's much more clingy when you're around, and how he's clearly more comfortable with you than anyone else.

But you'd often times get him 'just because' gifts and letters, told him he was the person you adored most, and constantly reminded him how perfect he is. However, most of the time - especially in public, it still felt like you guys were more or less friends than anything else.

And because of that, there was a bit of overthinking that clouded your mind for a while. You of course, acknowledged that Dan Heng was not at all required to immediately reciprocate affection in the way you do.. but you simply wanted to be reassured that he felt the same way about you.

So on a rainy night, with Dan Hengs arms wrapped around your own frame as the sound of raindrops hitting your window keep you up.. well, not to mention the racing thoughts of insecurities, that played a part too. You looked up at your boyfriend, who was fast asleep with his beautiful and peaceful expression, which made you feel bad for choosing tonight to communicate your feelings.

"Dan Heng?" You whisper, lightly rubbing his arm to wake him. His messy hair is everywhere, so you first wait as he moves it away from his eyes to get a good view of you even in the dark. "..Hm?" He replied sleepily.

"..Do you.." Hesitation was evident, clutching the back of his shirt. "..Ever think I'm not good enough for you?"

Silence.

"Cause-" You sniffled, unable to escape the lump in your throat as you began to share your feelings. "I know I'm not that amazing. I'm not energetic and bright as March, I'm not strong and independent like Stelle, and I'm certainly nothing like you.. I don't get it. Why me? Why me when you could have anyone else?"

You waited for a reply, but you weren't expecting much. You knew he wasn't a talker, and that is something you learned to accept, but you didn't know how to feel about the chances of him responding with "I'm not sure what to respond." or something along those lines.

"(name)," He chuckled, pulling you closer as your tears soaked his shirt. "You don't have to be them, not March, not Stelle, and certainly not me. I fell inlove with you because you're you, and you're more than I've ever wanted in someone."

You didn't know how to respond, you wanted to talk more, but the rears were getting uncontrollable and Dan Hengs firm and comforting arms around you weren't helping your emotional state. So you cried, and cried, and through it all - he was awake till you'd stop crying. It was then you realized how much you really mattered to him, more than you could fathom.

He placed several small kisses onto your forehead,

"I love you, more than you know."

[pinkandblueblurbs]

Very telling of a white girl to like white Kate in the book but hate on show Kate. Tell me is the internalised racism that deep or are you just jealous you can't self insert with Anthony?

they’re extremely different characters. i’ve literally described why i dont like kate’s personality as much in the show lmao. the director literally said he wanted people who read the books to not know what was gonna happen in the show. they’re different. stop grasping at straws.

also funny (and very telling) to me that you didnt even use the term internalized racism correctly lmao

[yestrnight]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 3BEDO SANDWICH !  

FROM: albedo, rubedo, fellbedo / reader

SUBJECT: you’re back home in mondstadt, and your three very identical, yet so different, lovers have come to welcome you back. in their own special way, of course ♡

(4some, selfcest, reader is referred to as they/them but has a cóck, overstimulation, overuse of heart lmao, made this sound like a doujinshi, rimming, nipple play, anál séx, humping, anál fingering, 3way kiss, you fuck all three of em) 

You don’t know how normal it is for having a relationship with three boys who look exactly the same. 

You’d like to add that they’re also essentially the same, especially the first two, but you think Rubedo wouldn’t like that. Given his past and the inferiority complex he still displays towards the ‘perfect’ copy, it’d be best for you not to say anything like that at all. And, well, they’re really only the same in genetic makeup and looks… not so much in personality at all.

“I’m back!” You call into the cavern, slinging your backpack onto a nearby chair. It’s the same old books and shelves, potions boiling on the alchemy kit, and the half-done painting on the canvas. A familiar face pops from behind the makeshift bed you set up before, his teal eyes blinking widely at you.

You smile, immediately knowing who else could be behind that sweet and naive look. “Hello, Fell,” you coo, opening your arms wide to invite him. He springs right into them, nuzzling his face into your chest and wrapping his arm around your torso. You laugh slightly, combing his fluff hair.

“[Your Name],” he almost whines. “You were gone for so long… Didn’t think you’d come back at all.”

Ah. Fell’s pout pulls at your heartstrings, and a silent apology is given in the form of a tighter hug. To think you’re now this affectionate towards the Cryo Whooperflower that had posed as Albedo and attacked you and the Traveler before. He did try to kill the two of you and some others, but now that you know better, as he was just fulfilling the orders given to him by his creator. 

“Oh? Look who came back,” a biting voice snarks from behind you. You turn to look and see the other two enter the camp, as well as the glare from the red-tinted one as he crosses his arms at you. Speaking of creators, Rubedo’s eyes hold you in disdain as his scowl deepens. “You think you can just leave one moment and come back just like that, no consequences whatsoever? Who do you think you are?”

“Ru,” you sigh. “I’ve been sending letters to you guys while I was in Liyue. It’s not like I forgot about you guys.” Fell seems to hug you even tighter, so you soothe his pale blonde locks once again.

“Is that so? Then why haven’t I gotten any of them?” 

“Albedo?” You look at the last remaining homunculus, furrowing your brow in confusion. “Did you not give Ru or Fell any of my letters?”

“So you mail him but not me or Fell? This is blatant favoritism.”

“You’re not even a citizen of Mondstadt,” you pointedly state. “You don’t have an address to mail to.”

“I didn’t,” Albedo finally answers your question. He picks up the mentioned letters from his bag and waves it in the air as if nothing happened. “They never asked. You never told me.”

You sigh deeply, already feeling tired even on your first day back in Mondstadt. You know that’s not the case, if the sly smile he hides behind the mail is anything to go by. Calm and collected the Chief Alchemist may always seem, he had always been a tad possessive and jealous. The others are too, but Albedo’s position in life gives him advantages like the one right now.

Rubedo clicks his tongue at his copy. “Fell, let’s go. It’s clear these two don’t want anything to do with us.”

“H-Huh?” Fell cocks his head in confusion. “But I don’t wanna…”

“C’mon now, Ru.” You stretch a hand towards him, inviting him ito your arms too. “What if I make this up to you, hm? All of you.”

He huffs. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think you can just seduce me like that.”

“Ngh— Ah, f-fuck ♡”

The rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoes throughout the cavern as you plunge your thick length into Ru’s warm ass over and over again. Muffled moans flutter from his mouth as he grips onto the sheets for some sort of stability, but it’s hard when you keep pushing his head down so you can fuck even deeper into him.

“Heh,” you snicker, seeing Ru’s dazed eyes while he helplessly moans like a slut. “How’s this for an apology, hm?”

Your words seem to snap him out from his mindless state, as his eyes suddenly focus and narrow back at you. “Y-you think that just ‘cause you’re good at s-sEX” —his voice cracks when you grind ito the part you know he loves so much— “that warrants forgiveness from me?”

“Well, Albedo and Fell seem to think so.”

Behind you, Fell humps his cock on your ass, mindlessly panting as he plays with his nipples. With no thoughts other than sex, he’s heedless of the drool coming from his lips. He flicks the tiny little nubs, puffy from the sessions you would endlessly torture them. Every flick and twist sends electricity through his body, spurting more precum on your ass until you’re absolutely dripping with it. Is this even pre anymore? you think, but your thoughts are cut off when the tip teases your entrance.

“F-Fell…” Your legs stutter, accidentally pushing deep into Ru. Surprised by the sudden change of rhythm, his legs kick the air, his back arching as he tries to welcome every inch you’re giving. “Y-You wanna… heh, you wanna come inside?”

Fell whines, a positively beautiful sound. He embraces you, nodding into your skin and looking up at you with teary eyes. “Wanna fuck you… wanna come inside…”

“Hngh, [Your Name]~ ♡“ The needy little one who’s currently bucking his hips as you finger his ass hasn’t stopped begging and whining for you ever since this fucking session started. “Deeper ♡ Fasterrr ♡ O-Oooh~♡” Albedo shudders when you curl your fingers into that spot and pump them harder. “Th-That’s it, haah, more of that, please!” 

You grin. “Poor thing, you’re absolutely debauched. Missed me that much?” 

Albedo nods while he continues to match the rhythm of your fingers. “Missed you, ah, so, so much ♡ Touched myself while I read your letters… Didn’t want the others to find out, so I hid it from them.” At this revelation, you pull your fingers out, and his eyes go wide at the emptiness. “Wh- What are you doing…? Don’t pull away, please. Need it, need it, need it…”

You slap his ass, the sound so sudden and hard it makes the others flinch. Albedo bites back his sob by stuffing his mouth with his fist. You massage the reddening flesh, looking at him disappointedly. “Bad boy… So you mean to say that you came all over my letters? Letters that I wrote for all three of you? The ones that don’t even have a trace of sex in them? Is sex really all that you can think of?” 

Albedo nods again, teary eyes silently pleading you for mercy. The slap that comes next burns even more, but a trickle of cum spurts from his hard cock anyway, and a muffled squeal comes from behind his fist.

Rubedo pins the huffing mess beside him with a judging look. “Did you really come all over their letters?” He pathetically nods, and Ru sighs. “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing you never showed it to Fell and I, then.” 

Fell peeks out from over your shoulder, pouting a bit. “I… I still would’ve liked to have read [Your Name]’s letters.”

“Don’t worry.” You kiss Fell on the cheek. “You’ve got plenty of time to read it later. For now,” you smile innocently at Albedo and Ru, but the dark look sends shivers up their spine. “I think you’re talking too coherently for my liking. Fell,” you look over and bend, opening up your slick entrance for him. “Would you like to fuck me?” 

“Y-Yes! Haha, m-more, fucK! Give it to me!” Fell, obedient and docile as ever, follows your request thrusting faster and deeper into you. Albedo rides on your dick, his cock wagging back and forth as he desperately plunges himself over and over again on your length. Ru’s asshole puckers temptingly over your head while you lazily finger him. 

You swirl a tongue over his dick, kissing and only sucking only the tip while he licks and kisses yours everytime Albedo raises his ass. Your cum oozes out of Albedo’s hungry hole, giving him more to feed on as his lips hungrily search your cock for more.

“Haah…” Albedo looks down at his lookalike, blush all over his face. He can see the bulge protruding from his belly at this angle, as well as the erotic expression Rubedo has as he laps up your cum. “I–I can see your tongue… ♡” 

“What about it?” Ru raises a brow, looking up at him. “Want it on yours too?” 

Thoughts rush through Albedo’s mind, but he can barely process any of them as his mind only screams for more of that sweet, sinful sex. He nods, biting his lip as he stretches his asshole even wider. He leans back and looks at his ‘older brother’ pleadingly.

“Fuuck,” Ru groans. He licks a stripe up your dick and then dives right into the fluttering asshole. The blood rushes to his head as he tongue fucks Albedo together with your cock. He grips Albedo’s thighs tightly, spreading them out even more so he can have better access, and hungrily slurps everything right up.

“[Your Name]...” Cute little Fell whines from beneath you, his hands groping your chest as he continues to thrust right into you. Attention-seeking and needy, he guides your face to look at him. He plants a sweet kiss, one that doesn’t quite fix the messy sex you’re having now, and looks up at you lovingly. “M-Mail me too on your next trip, okay? You– You can mail it to the Dragonspine camp below… I’ll pick it up. Please?”

You giggle, kissing and moaning into his mouth as his length continues to pound away. “I’ll do that next time. Promise.”

His small smile makes your heart flutter, less in the hot and passionate way, but more of the innocent love type of way. “I’ll hold you to that. Ru was really anxious when you were gone… He tried to keep it down so that he wouldn’t worry me, but… but I could tell.”

“Sounds like him.” You plant a kiss, sweeter than the one before, and pull away. “I’ll make it up to you guys while I’m back in town.”

Fell sobs into Ru’s lap, his mind in overdrive as you overstimulate him with his fourth round of orgasm. His toes curl as you press harder into his ass, lost in the stimulation yourself. You know the limits of your lovers, so you press onward anyway. You’re too mindless right now to even care.

“R-Ru!” Fell sobs, staring pleadingly up at his creator. “T-Too much! [Your Name]’s too much! Tell them to slow d-dOWN!” He yelps when Albedo twists his nipples, and he grips Ru’s thighs even harder. “Ngh, ah, s-stop…! C-Can’t think anymore… Mm, ah ♡”

Ru only chuckles, stroking his counterpart’s hair soothingly. Most of the huffiness from you being away is now gone, having been thoroughly fucked by you, and he’s back to his calmer self. Ru usually matched Albedo’s temperament, though he had always been more prone to irritation. Now Ru was back to his calmer self. “You’re gonna be fine,” Ru coos. “It’s not like you need to think much, anyway. Now that [Your Name]’s back in town, we all know that all you’ll be thinking about is hogging their ass to yourself, right?”

“That’s not– ah!– That’s not t-true! I share [Your Name] with you guys too!”

“If I may intrude,” Albedo’s breath whispers on Fell’s sensitive ear, making him jolt in shock. “Last they were back from Sumeru, we had to keep your mouth in a muzzle so you can stop waking [Your Name] up on your tongue every day.”

Fell whines pathetically, blush covering his cheeks in shame. “I couldn’t help myself… I just missed them so much!” He throws a pitiful look at you, begging for your saving. “Y–You understand, right, [Your Name]? I love you that much, that’s why!”

“Mm, I don’t know,” you chuckle, giving your lovers a sly smile. “Don’t remember much of that at all. Care for a reminder?”

Ru shakes his head, but the fond if not mischievous smile is present on his face. “So insatiable,” he tuts, but he nevertheless reaches for your face and pulls you in for a kiss. “Maybe Fell will take you on that offer.”

“Oh, he will. Maybe even more,” Albedo chimes in, joining the mess of tongues as he clutches at your ass. The three of you suck and fuck each other’s tongues, the excess drool and spit dripping onto the red and throbbing cock down below. 

Gosh, he didn’t know that a three-way kiss could make him this turned on. He tacks that on to the list of the things he wants to do with you while you’re still here. 

[jeonjcngkook]

danger zone | jjk (m) 1.0

・❥・pairing: boxer jungkook x female reader ・❥・genre(s)&au(s): boxer au | fluff | smut | angst | est rel ・❥・w/c: 6.6k ・❥・rating: 18+ ・❥・summary: jung hoseok, an underdog boxer new to the sport calls out current middleweight champion jeon jungkook in a string of twitter videos, taunting him in means for a match for the championship belt. with a neverending run of his mouth, you and jungkook decide that now is the time to shut the newbie up once and for all.. afterall, it is about time jungkook sheds blood, sweat and tears into the gold around his waist. but to the dismay of both of you and jungkook, the sacrifice of holding gold has you both eying another prize at the end of the four weeks.   ・❥・chapter warnings & smut warnings: strong language, jungkook has a fuckin thigh tattoo 🫦 i wanna box hoseok and his mouth myself 🥊 body worshipping (m rec), kissing, fingering, lazy oral sex (f rec), handjob, unprotected sex, shower sex, sex standing up, tummy pressing, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f rec), lil spitting.

⁀➷ extras: main masterlist | mail box | playlist | tag list form

⁀➷ tracking tags: #jords asks - asks | #fic feedback - feedback | #fic : danger zone (updates&reviews&asks)

・❥・author’s note: sorry we’re late but we’re here nonetheless! ive been through writers block, an enlistment announcement and then the winter flu on top but ive made it in the end. thank you to @caelesjjk & @baljinciaga for betaing & as usual lil magwai @kth1 for the sexiest banner <33 honorary mentions to @mercurygguk @jkeuphoria1997 @jjkeverlast @jikooknoona @here4btsfics & @jjungkookislife — this is for u <33

Jungkook is a man of many talents. A black belt in multiple martial arts and a vigorous fitness routine that he never seems to falter from. It pays off as he sits in front of you right now shirtless. Your eyes catch the mirror that is hung on the wall opposite the living room, showcasing the way his shoulder muscles in his back tighten and strain against his soft, golden skin. His shoulders are wide and built strong, a small build up of sweat coating his skin and gives it a glistening sheen under the warmth light of the lamp on the side table. You can’t help but to lick your lips, biting onto the skin of the lower to keep you from moaning out.

He has trained with some of the greatest chefs in the world, taking his cooking abilities from excellent to world class in just a few lessons. Unsurprisingly too, he has the voice of an angel which he never lets go to waste by singing anywhere he possibly can. In the shower, in the car, around the house while doing mundane tasks, you name it. Not that you would ever complain. His voice is one of the many things about him that keep you calm and relaxed, especially at night after long gruelling work days.

And as a professional boxer, he is in a whole league of his own. As the current, longest reigning, undefeated champion in his weight category — going against men who have all wanted a taste of both the Korean fighter and the prize wrapped around his waist — only to have left empty handed, except for the bruises they obtain from their merciless rounds of scrapping with each other, Jungkook is certainly at the top of the food chain in the ring.

Jungkook is a simple man with simple goals in mind. His drive to achieve gold, crossing boundaries and mauling anybody and everything in his way to get there is certainly ranked as one of his highest. The knowledge that he reigns as the youngest champion in his weight division, tearing apart opponents and opinions — both of which always doubted him and his abilities to get where he is now.

As a boxer, he is relentless. With immense strength, stamina, speed and power, Jungkook certainly outweighs most in his division. But it isn’t just the physical attributes that got him where he is now. His body is built beautifully too. Not overdone like some athletes, but he keeps his body lean and defined and the way he uses this to his advantage in and out of the fighting ring is nothing short of mesmerising. It allows for his movements in the ring to be smooth and calculated. One punch after another to his punching bag in one-twos, one-two-threes reps, watching the equipment hypnotically rock forward and backways over and over like the pin of a metronome.

Jungkook is clever. His intelligence is higher than the average, which in turn means he is able to outsmart his opponents. He usually knows they’re next move before they know themselves, giving him ample opportunity to pick at their weaknesses easily, manoeuvring himself quickly to avoid blows. His intelligence in the ring allows his accuracy in landing punches on a moving target is no hard feat.

He certainly does have a calibre of skills to be envious of.

As the late morning sunlight begins to filter through the cracks of the blinds, the rays of warmth against your skin causes you to hum in appreciation. The raindrops on from the autumn drizzle pitter patters against the glazing of your window, paired with the downtempo, chilled out, hip-hop sampled lofi music in the background, brings in a serene atmosphere.

After what seems like hours, Jungkook finally emerges into the lounge. Shirtless,  he uses the training vest to dab against his damp forehead, soaking up the sweat that accumulated during his usual daily session with the heavy boxing bag he has hanging in the home gym in the garage.

You had both recently had the gym installed. Even as a compact space, you were both able to design it perfectly to allow Jungkook to have a workstation at his feet for whenever he pleased. 

A category of cardio equipment, including a treadmill with optimal pulse rate straps to wear to manage his heart rate as he works, an elliptical cross trainer, and rowing machines. Muscle toning stations are fitted to the ceiling and walls with handlebars, barbell stations, resistance bands, as well as free weights, were the most recent instalment to the facility. And of course, he keeps his boxing gear with jump ropes, hand wraps, gloves, headgear - you name it - neatly kept on the hanging shelf.

Clearly installing the gym had many benefits for everyone. For Jungkook, he can now achieve his goals without the hassle of leaving your apartment. For yourself, you get every opportunity to take in his gorgeous physique after he’s done training.

Jungkook throws his head back as he squeezes his favourite grapefruit flavoured sports drink down his throat, quenching his thirst. You use the time to gawk at your boyfriend. The sheer size of him was enough to leave your mouth watering. Standing tall, broad and lean, Jungkook is an accurate representation of an ancient Greek God — a fantasy if you will. A figure of immense strength that shows all over his body as the muscles in his arms, shoulders and back ripple under his skin with his movements.

You watch as he runs his hands through his hair. A web of tattoos with intricate detailing from his shoulder snakes down to his hands, only to be covered in more ink. The skin of his abs stretches with the lift of his arms and you softly moan as the grooves and cuts of his muscle tightens right in front of you, glittering with residue sweat in the sunlight and you watch as the drops continue their journey until they are met with the band of his training shorts which hang low on his hips, his taut abdominal muscles hiding behind the fabric. Your eyes reach the bottom of his shorts to find his newest tattoo peaking from underneath the fabric. It’s definitely your favourite. A traditional Chinese dragon is fresh on the skin of his thigh, the ink looking vibrant in its onyx state. There are  chrysanthemums filling in gaps, along with well structured dotwork and deep dark intense shading surrounding the dragon. It truly represents the attributes that Jungkook carries.

Positivity, wisdom, strength and courage.

“Don’t mind me baby,” Jungkook smirks, knowing you’re fully ogling at him. A smile breaks out as he looks upon you comfortably sitting on the couch in nothing but your favourite set of loungewear. “I’m away to jump into the shower, wanna join?” He asks with a teasing raise of his brow and bottom lip caught between his teeth.

The phone in your hand is tossed to the side as you grin in response, jumping up immediately and racing towards the bathroom with your boyfriend.

The both of you are quick to pull off what little clothing you both have on. Jungkook’s hands are gentle as he lifts your shirt past your breasts and up over your head. You slowly undo the drawstrings of your own shorts, sliding them down with ease.

Jungkook turns his back to you, turning on the showering system to allow the water to heat up for you both. You use the opportunity of his back to you to place your hands on his waist, moving your nimble fingers to the centre of his stomach and tracing your fingers down the contours of firm abdomen muscles that harden under your touch before trailing them down the prominent v-line that decorates his lower body.

“You're so beautiful,” you accentuate your words by digging your nails into his skin and slithering them underneath the band of his training shorts and boxers, pulling them down and letting them pool at his feet on the floor. Slow, shallow breaths are heard from in front of you.

The mirror in front of you is clouded by the steam of the water as you peer your head around Jungkook’s broad frame, but nonetheless you manage to see the corners of Jungkook’s mouth curl into a wide smile at your words and it fills your body with warmth knowing that still after several years that your words still affect him.

Jungkook’s hand stretches out to test the temperature for you both before submerging himself underneath the showerhead. Jets of water continue to fill the porcelain as Jungkook reaches his hands for you and helps you in and swaps places with you to place you right underneath the water.

Everything about this moment is perfect. The sound of rushing water making contact with your skin is invigorating. The first minute or so, the water is scolding as you adjust to the change in temperature, but quickly you become warmed to the new climate and soon enough steam fills the room. Condensation taking to the glass screen and moistening your skin all over, your body absorbs the heat in like a sponge. For those few minutes, your mind is clear. The shower does its job to alleviate the tight pressure in your shoulders and neck. It’s bliss.

If it wasn’t for the pair of hands giving your hips a tight squeeze, you would have absolutely forgotten that there is someone else in here with you. You bask in Jungkook’s touch, lacing your own fingers with his and moving your head to rest against the hard planes of his chest.

“Mm, I’m so proud of you for last night,” you tell him.

Last night, Jungkook held his championship belt on the line against fellow Korean boxer Doh Kyung-soo, who, before last night, was undefeated in his competitions. This rightfully earned him the opportunity to go one on one with Jungkook for the Middleweight Belt.

Both of them put up a great fight, earning more views for the pay-per view event than anybody could have predicted. The event was thrilling and adrenaline fuelled with literal blood shed, sweat pouring and some light tears from your side at the moment Jungkook’s fist was raised in the air as victorious and still the undefeated champion.

Of course, round after round of fists flying means bruises, swollen skin and searing scars. Battle scars are what Jungkook likes to call them. They litter his skin all over. Some scars find home within the ink on his body and others are displayed proudly on their own, where Jungkook can proudly tell the tales of his tournaments.

He looks down at you with fondness, water pouring down you both as he plants a barrage of kisses on your forehead. You raise your head towards his so he can press a proper kiss onto your lips.

“I’d never be where I am without you, you know that?”

The kiss itself is nothing short of spectacular. Jungkook’s lips are soft with your favourite flavoured lip balm, just for your own taste. Jungkook kisses you softly and languidly, taking his time to feel the warmth of your own mouth on his. His tongue licks at your lips as his teeth gently pull on the skin. Responsively, you part your lips and tangle your tongue with Jungkook’s, slowly teasing him for more access, but as quick as the kiss had come, it stops.

Leaning down to your ear, Jungkook presses your back into his chest as his head dips to the shell of your ear before grazing at the flesh with his teeth. Your body erupts with goosebumps at the ministrations, head lolling back as you release a moan, only heard due to the proximity of you both.

You manage to switch positions in the tub, the water now cascading down Jungkook’s back as you turn to face the other direction. He tips his head back into the oncoming stream and runs his hand through his hair, feeling the strands get longer as they soak up the water from the shower and start to stick to his neck.

Jungkook picks up your shampoo and starts squeezing the citrus scented liquid into his hand and you tip your head back to allow him to lather the liquid into your hair.

As he does, you pick up your green loofah and squeeze an ample amount of soap onto the nylon ball, ready to massage it into Jungkook’s skin. The cranberry fragrance of the body wash mingles with the citrus scent of the shampoo to create a fruity concoction.

You turn around and observe Jungkook as his fingers rub into your scalp in the most relaxing manner. You observe the way his muscles ripple and shift as his hands move back and forth. Pressing your soapy loofah over his chest, you take your time working over his collarbones and pecs before moving down over his abdomen. Casting a quick glance down, you feel heat rising to your cheeks when you notice his cock semi-hard, twitching ever so slightly. 

Your hand trails down as you squeeze the loofah and watch as the soap subs release from the cloth and run down his body with the water. The sight is stunning as you watch his abs tighten, glistening in the light, as the soapy concoction makes way to his cock. Your mouth waters as the soap covers his dick, the suds disappearing with the water.

“Tilt your head back, baby.”

Doing as you’re told, you walk back into the water and let it soak into your hair, washing away the products Jungkook had expertly lathered.

Once the water has filled its intended purpose, Jungkook takes the loofah from your hands and turns you around so you’re facing the shower head.

“Hands up,” he instructs.

You wrap your hands around his neck and let Jungkook squeeze the loofah into your own skin. He manages to keep one hand on your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze now and then.

He starts with an arm and follows it down to your chest and then swapping to the other to drag it down your second. Your lashes flutter as he rubs relaxing circles into your skin and you can’t help but let a moan leave your lips.

Without hesitation, Jungkook’s hand makes way to the top of your right boob and gives the loofah a squeeze once again to release more suds. From above you, his towering frame watches your nipples harden underneath the soap. His hand follows it down and grips your flesh in his hands, squeezing again and watching as your skin shows through the spaces of his hands.

This time you moan out loud, the water drowning it out but Jungkook hears you perfectly fine. His free hand comes up to the other at your chest as he swaps the loofah into his other hand and repeats his action and watches as your left nipple hardens in the same fashion as the first. His fingers find your right nipple and roll it in between his thumb and forefinger in a forwards and backwards motion under the water.

Jungkook moves forward and you feel his cock press against the swell of your ass, the tip resting at the base of your spine. You can feel him thick and heavy, twitching at the contact of your soft skin. You take that as encouragement to drop your hand from his neck and wrap it around his dick and stroke him, marvelling at the feeling of his lips meeting your neck, the graze of his teeth on your skin. Your hand gently pumps him in a steady rhythm as you pay attention to running your thumb along the vein with every stroke and squeezing at the tip.

“I want to be inside you,” Jungkook whispers into the crook of your neck and you bite your lip at his words.

You nod your confirmation and Jungkook spreads his legs to balance himself as the water continues to pour from the showerhead. Reaching down, he grabs one of your legs and holds it behind your knee with his forearm to open your legs for him, your pussy opening for his hard cock.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are,” you mewl into his ear, before nipping it, your fingers tracing the long wet strands of black hair that are sticking to his cheek, strands ending under his jaw due to the grown out length.

With your words, Jungkook tilts his head and presses a searing hot kiss to your lips. It’s immediately passionate and filled with desire for each other as you reciprocate. You let your lips part and slide your tongue with his as his lips smack against yours. He still tastes like your favourite lip balm and it makes you smile into the kiss. The kiss is broken as your leg is lifted higher and you feel the tip of his leaking cock pressing against your slick entrance.

He presses into you slowly but with enough vigour that there is no resistance. The girth of his cock stretches you wide deliciously and you swallow hard, your body warms with desire and your thighs quiver in pleasure.

Another slow thrust is delivered from behind you and Jungkook is fully inside you, his tip pressing enticingly against your cervix. The feeling of being so full of Jungkook intensifies with every inch that he sheathes inside of you.

“You’re such a good girl for me, baby,” Jungkook babbles,caught in his own pleasure. You can feel his breathing become ragged and trembles as he tries to steady his breath.

“You always feel so good when I fuck you.”

One of your hands wraps around his neck once more as the other finds home on the cold titled wall in front of you, helping you keep your balance steady as Jungkook finally picks up his speed.

“Just want to take care of you J-Jungkook. You always make me feel so good,” you mewl through gritted teeth as Jungkook continues to thrust into you. His fingers tangle in your hair to pull your neck back so he can press a bruising open mouth kiss onto your lips.

His thrusts are vigorous and your body shivers as his pace becomes rampant. The sounds of skin slapping together drowns out the sound of the water jetting against the porcelain floor. It is a tell-tale sign that Jungkook is chasing his orgasm and you can’t help but clench around him to assist him reaching his high.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got the tighest cunt, gonna make me come so much, f-fuck!” You lean into him and let him kiss the side of your neck tenderly, moving pieces of your own hair out of the way. You peer down and watch as he drags his cock in and out and back in again, the sounds of your wet pussy squelching with every thrust is obscene and draws Jungkook closer to his orgasm.

You can’t help but clench again and again, your body feels full, your breathing hitches in your throat and your body is electrified.

“M-more,” he punctuates the word with a thrust, “nearly,” and another thrust, “there,” and another.

Jungkook becomes desperate to come. He places a hand at the bottom stomach and presses down, feeling the way your skin protrudes as his length enters you and presses through your cervix. The other hand finds your clit and rubs it in generous circles, causing you to clench around him harder. Your own slick builds at the assault from Jungkook’s fingers on your clit and you scream as your body becomes sensitive to his touch. He ruts into you once more, his hand on your tummy pressing for the last time as he finally stills against you. His cock twitches once, twice and his head rolls back as he finally comes, shooting ropes of sticky white into your swollen pussy.

In his state of euphoria, Jungkook’s head plants itself on top of your shoulder, his hair falling forward and sticking to your skin as well as his own. You both bask in the feeling of being both filled and spent. He tightens his grip around your waist and squeezes you lovingly and kisses your shoulder, peppering wet licks up to your jaw. His cock softens gradually albeit still twitching inside of your cunt as the last remaining droplets drip from his slit.

Happy that he isn’t leaking any further, Jungkook places your shaking leg back down and pulls himself out of your pussy slowly, carefully knowing you’ll be sensitive..

Jungkook helps you clean you both off once more before turning the water off. Stepping out first, he grabs a towel and wraps it around his hips, securing it together and then reaching for another for you. Gently, he helps you out of the shower and wraps your own towel around your body.

“Thank you,” you place a kiss on his cheek.

The shower did its job by allowing you a moment to relax and spend time with your boyfriend. It was now mid afternoon and the rain outside had picked up exponentially. The sounds of soft pitter patters now thundering against the double glazed windows, yet somehow it still remained warm indoors with your own ray of sun entering the room as you relaxed into the couch.

With your phone in your hand, you don’t pay any attention to Jungkook as he falls to his knees in front of you, his hands placed on both of your thighs and trailing down towards you as he continues to lower himself on the ground. His head tilts to the side, lips peppering little kisses on your left leg from your knee, down to your calf until he reaches your ankle and placing a final kiss on the bone.

You moan at the attention Jungkook is bestowing onto your lower body. His hands apply a little more pressure on your ankle as he pulls them apart from each other, effective in widening your legs for his viewing pleasure.

“Hm, baby,” you hear him say with a low, quiet voice; feeling his lips ghosting themselves back on your leg. This time though, they’re parted and you can feel the moisture from his hot breath against your skin and you shiver in response.

Your free hand reaches in between your legs in search of Jungkook, in search of any part of him you can get a hold of and pull. You continue to scroll through your socials on your phone when you decide to open Twitter.

Scrolling through social media can be a mundane pastime. Something neither of you do regularly as you try your hardest to keep away from negativity and false headlines. But on the odd occasion, you do like to suck yourself in and dive into the world of current events through the glorious app.

You see Jungkook from the top of your phone, watching as his tongue darts past his lips and flattens it on your skin before sealing it with a wet kiss. You smile behind the screen of your phone and go back to scrolling through your phone, finding some delight in the trending topic section. 

Jungkook eagerly forwards himself towards your crotch, close enough to feel the warmth radiate from your core. You flatten your thighs and sink yourself further into the fabric of the couch below you. You feign attention on the mobile device and bask in the pleasure that comes from the tip of Jungkook’s tongue pressing the smallest amount of pressure onto your clit from across the lace of your panties. Your tummy tightens and you moan lightly as you feel your boyfriend taking a generous sniff of your honeyed scent, knowing that below the useless and now wet fabric that there is sweet ambrosia awaiting just for him and in response to that knowledge, you hear him release a deep throaty groan against your clothed pussy, the sound vibrating through you, causing your hips to arch to chase the feeling of your boyfriends tongue

As he continues the assault on your pussy, something on your screen catches your eye and your attention shifts from Jungkook’s tongue to the glare of your phone. Holding it in front of your face, you can see a thread of videos from a name you had never heard of. The start of the thread had Jungkook’s name written in the title, along with a string of words as a means to call him out.

You take slight interest in this and click on the beginning of the thread. Usually these things are home made videos by young men calling on Jungkook to take them on. Most of them aren’t fighters but just people behind a screen, trolling, pretending to be tough enough to take him on. If you ever come across this type of content, you just laugh it off and continue on scrolling.

However based off of the video thumbnail, the first video in the sequence looks like it’s taken from a professional boxing ring. There is a crowd around this boxer as he stands in the ring, one foot on either side of his opponent who you presume has just been taken down by the unknown man in the Twitter videos.

Curiosity takes over you as you click on the first video. The sound starts up to a blank screen, the sound of punches being thrown and connecting to something, or from the sound of the grunts, someone. As the screen lights up, this is when you are introduced to the crowd surrounding the man in the ring.

“What are you watching?” Jungkook murmurs as he takes two fingers and ghosts them up and down your pussy. He presses them lightly against the centre of your panties and presses, feeling the wet slick that has gathered from his teasing touches wet the pads of his fingers through the material.

The sound of the video continues, as you listen to this person talk about his victory over the opponent who is stirring back to consciousness below him.

“Hoseok, people are calling you the ultimate underdog, what are your thoughts and response on this claim?” The man interviewing him asks.

You watch on as the guy who you now know as Jung Hoseok pulls out his mouthguard, a trail of saliva following before he begins answering the question.

You lose your focus on the video as the pressure of Jungkook’s fingers causes your eyelids to flutter. You try to concentrate on the video playing as much as you can, trying to take in every word Jung Hoseok says as your want to know grows. 

What you can gather is this man’s media training is spot on from what you have listened too, with poised and professional responses. But you’re once again torn from the screen as both of Jungkook’s hands move to your sides slowly and slips his fingers between your hips and your underwear.

The warmth of his skin feels blissful against your own as he begins to pull them both garments down, pulling his lower lip in between his teeth as he grins up at you when he watches as your slick coats the lace and your inner thighs.

“Jungkook,” you moan out loud, “d-do you know him?” Your words stutter as they fall from your lips as the cool air makes contact with your cunt.

Jungkook doesn’t register your words as he watches as your string of arousal snaps and coats your thigh in thick arousal, causing him to grunt once more and press a kiss to your lower thigh, right above your knee.

“J-Jungkook?” You try again.

“What is it babe?”

Gathering your words once more, you reask your question about the unknown man in the videos. You turn your phone around to show who it is you’re asking about.

He raises his head and looks at your phone. Barely a few seconds go by and Jungkook goes back to wrapping his arms around your thighs, palms resting against your legs to pull you further towards your mouth.

“Jungkook!” You giggle, surprise in your voice as he places each leg over his shoulders.

He shrugs in response. “Yeah, I know him briefly,” he starts, lowering his head back towards your cunt. He points his tongue, closes his eyes and runs the wet muscle along your slit from your ass to your clit. You can’t help but lift your hips to chase his mouth. Your grip on your phone tightens as your knuckles turn white. “Don’t know him that well. He isn’t on my level babe,” he finishes with a wink.

Jungkook flattens his tongue this time dives straight in for your clit, watching as a trail of his saliva drags across your clenching pussy. Your instant reaction is to close your thighs around his head and you can’t help but giggle when Jungkook groans from the pressure on either side of his head.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, wondering if he had seen this thread before or at least heard what you are playing. As you finish your sentence,  Jungkook releases your legs from clenching around him, the cold air once again making you shiver and temporarily forget what you asked.

He spreads your legs and noses at the apex of your thighs, taking in the scent of your arousal in between your legs. You moan quietly and tug his head closer to your sweet cunt. “I’m thinking about eating your pussy right here.”

Jungkook licks over your wet folds teasingly. And again. Taking your clit into his mouth, he sucks harshly, causing a multitude of whines and whimpers to greet the open air.

You whine, something missing. “Please, fingers, please.”

You pick up your phone once more and unlock the screen. Opening up the Twitter page and scrolling until you find the most recent video posted from sixteen hours ago attached to the thread. You play the video, waiting with small anticipation to hear exactly what is being said from this Hoseok person.

Jungkook leans back in and dives straight back into your pussy, his fingers part your lips as he drops his head and slurps at your juices. Sticking his tongue in your hole, he laps up every drop of precum leaking from your pussy. 

Following your demand, Jungkook brings his thumb up and presses into your clit as he eases his forefinger inside you. He works his finger in and out of you for a moment, watching as your hand comes down and fists into his hair as you open your legs further for him. The deep breathing of Hoseok and gravelly sound of his voice seeps out of your speakers once more as Jungkook’s attention is half on the video. You pull at his hair hard as your focus is split between Jungkook making out with your cunt and the video of your boyfriend being trash talked.

“He’s never fought anyone with an ounce of skill. He’s picked at the easiest lot, giving him a false power trip when he beats them,” Hoseok hypes. “Take Kyung-soo for example… the kid is a novice. Beating someone like Kyung-soo is not an occasion where nearly half that hype was deserved…”

You arch your back in pleasure as his tongue sucks and laps inside you, rubbing along your inner walls, back and forth deliciously. The contrast of the cold air and his hot mouth on you have you lifting your hips for him to take more of you.

You exit out of the video and hear Jungkook let out a bitter laugh at the words from Jung Hoseok. The vibrations from his laugh causes you to shiver. His tongue kisses his teeth and then proceeds to probe against his cheek the same way he does when he becomes irritable. Looking up from between your legs, Jungkook watches you lazily scroll through your phone. His 

The next video beneath it reads:

“Jung Hoseok CALLS OUT Undefeated Reigning World Middleweight Champion Jeon Jungkook To Fight On The Grandest Stage in Las Vegas.”

Clicking on the new thumbnail, you feel Jungkook's pace subconsciously pick up as the words from Hoseok seem to be making some effect over him and he is taking it out on your messy cunt. In this video, you can see that Jung Hoseok has set his camera up in the corner of the boxing ring in what looks like a dark training centre. There is a free standing heavy duty boxing bag set up in the middle with targets spread across the synthetic vinyl.

“...This is what real boxers do. Jeon is not a real boxer. I have been prompting him and his team to fight me for several weeks now and we’ve had NOTHING!! No responses, no correspondence, nothing!” Hoseok stops talking momentarily as he opts for showboating to the camera, throwing fists into the bag in front of him. Impressively, he hits the marks on the targets one after another in a perfect sequence, something both you and Jungkook don’t want to admit. After a minute of punching, he stops and turns to the camera once again. “Real fighters make fights fucking happen. You’re scared. You’re scared of me. And if you aren’t, then fucking prove it. Put your title on the line against me and I promise I’ll make it worth your time…”

Looking down at Jungkook, you can see his brow is furrowed, the words of Hoseok clearly affecting him more than he wants to let on. “Babe, are you okay?” You ask breathlessly.

Jungkook adds a second finger into the mix and fucks them into you harder, feeling you open up further. Your eyes tighten in pleasure as he sinks in knuckle deep and curls them at the very last moment, caressing every inch of your walls and scissoring you at a rapid pace. The sounds of your juices squelching obscenely is all Jungkook wants to focus on. “You’re so fucking hot like this. But if you’re going to use your phone, at least be useful and record me fucking you with my tongue” he mouths into your pussy and the coil in your stomach tightens with his words of what’s away to happen.

Your clit is beyond overstimulated and your muscles tighten as he is  two knuckles deep inside of you; it’s all exactly what you need to drive you over the edge with a pathetic squeal.

Your body tenses and your thighs tighten around his head once again, trapping him there while your mouth opens and your eyes roll back as an inaudible scream takes over you. You ride out your intense orgasm and while your body is falling apart, Jungkook doesn't stop, roughly finger fucking you through your high, overstimulating you and causing a second orgasm to rip through you. 

Minutes go by and by the time your orgasm has subsided, your body feels light and overall drained of every possible feeling. You’re able to settle your breathing eventually. You press the back of your hand on your forehead and dab away at the built up perspiration that had gathered. Your legs continue to tremble from your orgasm as Jungkook moves your legs from his shoulders one by one and places a kiss on each of your thighs.

In your moment of lust, you had totally forgotten about the video you had playing. Picking up your phone once more, putting in your passcode and watching as the video plays automatically where it left off.

Hoseok continues. “You claim you’re the best, you claim you’re the greatest boxer of our generation but so far you haven’t given me or anybody else any proof of that. Holding a title belt proves nothing if you can’t own it correctly.” You both stay silent, the room feeling smaller as you listen. “You’re nothing Jeon if you can’t prove it. I could spark you. You nickname yourself ‘Lights Out’, but I’ll be the one to shut your lights out in minutes. I am giving you the biggest opportunity of your fighting career, at least be man enough to take me on…”

When it looks like Hoseok is coming towards the camera to eventually turn it off, he stops right in front of the lens and shows a tauntingly sinister smile. Lifting a boxing glove up to his mouth, he undoes the velcro strap around his wrist with his teeth and shimmies the glove from his hand, freeing it to eventually take off the other. He spits out towards the ring mat and looks one final time into the camera lens. This is a much different man to the one who had primed and composed responses in the first video.

“And bring your girl with you — if we’re not going to bet money and title belts then I’d absolutely bet on her ass.”

Those are the last words before the camera is cut off.

Both your body and Jungkook’s seize at the mention of you. Bringing you into his call out is a low jab to Jungkook and causes a tense clouded atmosphere to fill the room. Normally when someone is trying to catch Jungkook’s attention, they take hits at his fighting skills but nobody has gone far enough as to mention his relationship.

Hoseok seems to have found Jungkook’s one weak spot and is pressing his fists into it, attempting to rile and wake up the bear. It’s clever but insanely stupid on Hoseok’s part. But if he wants a reaction, he is certainly getting it.

“Jungkook, what are you going to do?” You ask weakly, almost like you are the one that has overstepped a boundary.

He moves his arm from your grip, stands up and you drop the phone onto the fabric of the couch. Jungkook begins pacing back and forth around the room in front of you,  a look of seriousness and concentration laced with anger is etched onto his features.

Turning around to make his way out of the room, he snatches his own phone from the dining table and leaves the room.

You pick up your phone and scroll through the comment section of the video to find it filled with peoplefrom all around the world who are eager to see this fight happen. There are remarks around you thrown in there and you can only hope that Jungkook doesn’t see them. But you know that won’t be the case as this is now all plastered on social media. News outlets are bound to pick this up.

Five minutes pass and Jungkook ventures back into the living room. He doesn’t look quite as antagonised as he did when he finished the video and left the room, but you know to allow him a moment to think and calculate his next move. Jungkook looks at you sympathetically and bends down to pick you up. You’re quick to wrap your legs around his lithe waist as his hands secure you from your ass.

Jungkook kisses your lips with vigour, a little harder than earlier as he pushes his tongue against your lips and tangles with your own. It’s a little messy but filled with hunger.

“What are you going to do, baby?” You whisper against his lips, reattaching your mouth to his once more as he tightens his grip on your ass and pulls you impossibly closer.

Breaking the kiss once more, Jungkook looks into your eyes and smiles. “He wants a fight? Then he’s getting a fucking fight.”