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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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heated, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: An (innocent?) conversation about D/s dynamics accidentally leads to you confessing that you think about your childhood best friend while getting off. To your childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Erm. This is after he told you that you would be “an awful sub”, btw.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, discussions about adult topics; reader is bisexual; smut (fem reader, dry humping, fingering, [tiny bit] m-receiving oral, penetrative sex); fluffy af; non-idol!AU; F2L; softdom!Jungkook x softbrat!reader; you kind of have a forearm kink and you never let Jungkook have his lovey-dovey moment, whoops

MMA 2020 ‘ON’ Jungkook? Yeah. That one.

“I could never be a sub.”

You clicked rapidly as you spoke, mashing the right button on your mouse. It was quite loud, paired with your mechanical keyboard.

“Why not?”

The music coming from Jeon Jungkook’s smartphone was a rhythm game, nearly as loud as you, since he was grunting angrily at it. It was very obvious when he missed a beat.

“I can’t imagine that being me, you know?”

You, on the other hand, were on your computer, playing with the new items in League of Legends from the latest patch. Using the practice tool, you had loaded up your favorite champion, Jhin, the Virtuoso, and messed with various builds, trying to find the best combination. So far, Lethality was feeling pretty good.

“Like why would I ever let my pleasure be handled by someone else?” you mused, reading the high damage numbers of each shot. Oh, the fourth shot felt nice. “That sounds stupid.”

Jungkook rolled over on your bed, growling in his throat as the level ended. He restarted it, trying to get a better score. “Maybe people like to let go sometimes. You know, not always be in control.”

You snorted. “I could never trust someone else with my body.”

“You got an alien body or something?”

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

“Anyway,” Jungkook continued, ignoring your outburst. “I didn’t ask if you could be a sub, I just asked what you thought of domination and submission as a dynamic in general.”

You shrugged, trying to see if you could do Baron alone. Welp, you needed lifesteal, of course. “I mean, I’ve tried it in various situations. I was never the sub.”

“Kinky.”

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No.” Jungkook suddenly sat up, excited that he achieved a higher score. “Look, look. I got ninety-eight.”

You craned your head to look at his phone screen. “Why isn’t it one hundred? You’re a disgrace to this family.”

He bopped you on the nose with his phone. “If I was part of your family, your family would be even more dysfunctional than it is now.”

You rubbed your nose and looked up at him. “How much gel did you use in your hair? You look like a wet dog.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows went up and he touched his long black hair. “It’s not crunchy though.” He grabbed your hand and lowered his head, placing your palm on his slicked back hair. “See?”

You pulled your hand back, staring at your palm. “Still feels weird though. I call sorcery.”

He shrugged, creaking the black leather jacket he was wearing. He wore a black t-shirt under it. The black jeans he had been wearing were on your bed, swapped for the black joggers he kept at your place. You weren’t really sure why he left the jacket on. Maybe he was cold or something. It was pretty cold in your apartment. You were wearing fleece green pajamas with Pikachu all over them.

“You want me to turn the heat up?” you said, gesturing to his jacket.

Jungkook looked down at his chest. “Eh. It’s fine. Saves you money.”

You shrugged, getting up from your chair, leaving the League client open. “You’re only staying a little while, right? Party to go to and all that?”

Jungkook followed you as you left your room. “Told you it was cancelled, so I was just going to sleep over. No reason to go back home.”

You turned around, walking backwards. “When did you say it was cancelled?”

Jungkook raised his dark eyebrows. “Literally when I walked in your apartment.”

“Hah.”

You turned back around and went to your fridge, grabbing an aloe juice. Jungkook went to your water kettle, hunting for hot chocolate among your tea packets.

“You’d make an awful sub anyway,” Jungkook said, returning to the original subject as he filled the kettle with water from your filtered sink faucet. “Like, probably the fucking worst.”

You took a large swig and glared at him. “Alright, first of all, you wouldn’t even–”

“You’re terrible with authority.”

You paused. “Okay, true.”

“You’re angry, twenty-four, seven.”

You walked up to him and slapped him in his very hard pecs. He gestured at his chest, as if to indicate, exhibit A.

“And you’re super uptight.”

“I am not uptight.”

“Control freak.”

“That’s–”

Jungkook turned around and placed the kettle on its stand. You swooped in with a Pikachu-themed kitchen towel and wiped the excess water away, scowling. Jungkook raised his eyebrows at you, brown eyes laughing.

“That’s literally a safety hazard!” you exclaimed, waving the towel at him.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and pressed the button to start heating the water. “Haven’t you ever just… not freaked out over every little thing? Done something spontaneous and stupid?”

You placed the kitchen towel back in its proper place. “No, because that would be spontaneous and stupid, Jeon Jungkook.”

He leaned against the counter, watching you perfectly fold the towel into three parts and hang it on the rail. He scratched his nose, shaking his head. “You should be more like me.”

“Having the police called on you because you were standing on a lawn chair tooting a party horn at four in the morning?”

“That was one time! Stop bringing it up,” Jungkook groaned.

You raised your hands in innocence. “Well, I was the one called to pick you up because you literally couldn’t remember any other number and I was very disturbed on New Year’s Eve, where I should have been peacefully sleeping and not hauling your drunk ass across town.”

Jungkook sighed exaggeratedly. “I’m sorry, okay? I won’t drink that much again. Jimin made me do shots–”

“You always blame Park Jimin,” you interjected, smiling. “Jimin’s the kind of guy who only wears clothes to take them off.”

“Well, it gets him laid, so I guess it’s working.”

The kettle whistled noisily, cutting through the conversation. You took a sip from your aloe juice as Jungkook grabbed a mug from your cupboard and poured the hot chocolate powder into it.

“You want some milk?”

He looked up. “You have milk?”

You went to the fridge and took out a small carton. “Because you said you were coming.”

“Aw, what a sweetie.”

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No.”

That’s how it was with you two. Growing up together was the same conversation over and over of you constantly saying shut up and Jungkook always replying with no. If both your dads hadn’t been such good friends, you probably wouldn’t have been able to tolerate him. Since they were, you were forced to, which turned out to be okay, since it turned out you had similar interests in games and such. It drifted apart a bit when you two entered high school, but you two reconnected once university started.

The dysfunctionality Jungkook was referring to was your two older sisters, who both got pregnant out of wedlock and thus caused a lot of tension between them, your parents, and you, the one who hadn’t actually done that yet. And you were trying to keep it that way.

Jungkook poured half-water and half-milk, stirring it with a silver spoon he found in your drawer. You lived alone, having gotten a full scholarship to be able to pay for tuition, meals, and part of a small apartment. Your parents paid for the rest – another point of strain between you and your sisters. That’s why you kept your grades up and rarely went out.

“When was the last time you fucked a guy?”

You sucked the inside of your cheek. “Dunno. Maybe two years ago.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows and took a long sip. “So, only girls, huh?”

You tilted your head and sighed. “They don’t get you pregnant.”

“Neither does a condom.”

“That’s a ninety-eight percent chance, not one hundred.”

He licked the excess off his pink lips. He looked like he wanted to say something, but reconsidered, taking another sip before replying. “You don’t miss dick?”

“I mean, a dildo is a dick.”

Jungkook nearly spat out his hot chocolate. You snatched your Pikachu towel again and threatened him with it. He raised a hand, coughing.

“A dildo is not a dick,” he hacked out. “You insult me.”

“Hmph.” You turned back around and placed the Pikachu towel back in its place, making sure the graphic was perfectly centered.

“You tell your parents?”

You narrowed your eyes. ‘Why the fuck would I tell my parents that I fuck girls instead of guys to avoid getting pregnant?”

He shrugged. “Give them peace of mind?”

“You think too highly of the generation before us.”

Jungkook gave you a weird look. “So… you’re just using them?”

“No.” You paused. “Okay, maybe a little, but it’s not because they’re girls. I guess I haven’t found someone who understands me yet.”

He took a long, noisy sip of hot chocolate. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“No one can understand you if you only fuck once and drop them.”

“Wouldn’t you fucking know,” you replied irritably.

“Now, I fuck multiple times before I realize it’s not going to work out,” Jungkook countered.

You shoved your bottle of aloe juice back into your fridge. Suddenly, you weren’t thirsty anymore.

“Is that the only reason?”

You closed the fridge door.

“Reason for what?”

“Is fear of pregnancy the only reason you fuck girls?”

“I don’t know!” you shouted, throwing your hands up. You spun around, blowing hot air. “I don’t fucking know why I do it, Jungkook. I don’t know why I load up dating apps to only hook up with girls, I don’t know why I don’t try to get into relationships with them, I don’t know what is wrong with me and why I can’t give anyone a chance and I don’t know why you pop up in my head every time I try to fucking masturbate! It is annoying and I do not like it, so I try to get off with someone else!”

Your chest was heaving with exertion and annoyance, hand curled onto a fist and planted on your kitchen counter, glaring at the space past Jungkook’s head, muscle twitching in your cheek. Your heart was beating so fast it didn’t feel real.

Silence.

“Fuck you, Jungkook.”

And then you turned around, stalking back to your bedroom.

Or would have, if you didn’t hear the clink of the mug touching the kitchen counter and Jungkook grabbing your upper arm, yanking you back, slamming you against his muscular body. You hissed, staring into his chest.

“Let me go.”

“Hold on a second.” You watched Jungkook take a deep breath, his toned, tan skin rising and falling. The silver necklace on his collarbones flashed as he breathed. “Just hold on a damn second.”

Your eyes were on the low neckline of his black shirt. It felt weird being close to him. Not that you two haven’t been physically close, because you had. But it had never been like this. Since you realized he wouldn’t leave your mind every time you tried to masturbate. Since you started looking to other people to push him out. Since you were sure that it was not just a passing thought, not just your brain playing tricks on you. And being this close to him now, you understood.

And it scared you.

“You cannot dump all that on me and expect me not to react,” Jungkook said quietly.

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No,” he snapped. He grabbed both your upper arms and shook you violently, making you jerk your head up to blink at him. Jungkook furrowed his brows, his dark eyes glaring at you, jaw clenched tightly. “I will not shut up. Why should I shut up? I should shut you up.”

And then he kissed you.

Your eyes widened. Jungkook’s pink lips were on you. You. On your lips, pressed firmly against them, gripping you so tight you were losing feeling in your arms. You tore back, stumbling, touching your lips, shoulders shaking, not sure why your heart was beating out of your chest, not sure why your lips tingled and wanted more, not sure why Jungkook slowly opening his eyes and flickering to you made your knees knock together uncomfortably.

“What are you doing?” you sputtered. “You don’t even… what…?”

“I’m kissing you,” he growled, walking up to you and pinning you against the counter. “I’m fucking kissing you because you want me to.”

“I don’t…”

“Just shut up, please.”

And then Jungkook kissed you again, harder this time, pressing you against the kitchen counter, hands coming up and taking you by the waist, pulling you to him and his leather jacket, him and his black shirt, breathing your name into your lips, your hands grabbing his t-shirt and yanking him to you, gasping into his mouth. And you wanted to say, no, no, you weren’t supposed to know, but it was too late because you were shoving his leather jacket off, grasping his shoulders, fingers pressing into his hard muscles, sliding down his biceps.

You yanked your head back and his hand came up to grab it back, kissing you more, more, tongue licking your lips, hissing your name, grinding his hips against yours. Your hand came up in between you two, stopping him, stopping him and his insatiable lips.

“You have to s-say–” You moaned, feeling him harden against your fleece pajamas. “You have to say it.”

“Say what?” Jungkook muttered impatiently, kissing your hand, speaking into your palm.

“Say you’re okay with it,” you gritted out as he rolled his crotch into yours.

“Obviously I’m okay with it,” he grumbled. “Why else am I humping you in your kitchen?”

“You said I’m a c-control freak,” you groaned, throwing your head back as Jungkook slid his hands down to your ass and squeezed it, grinding against you.

“You are,” he grunted. “You can’t let go, you can’t enjoy yourself, you can’t even tell me you like me so I can fucking fuck you already, instead of me cancelling my parties so I can spend time laying on your bed and staring at you playing video games wondering when you’re going to fucking notice that I want to bang you.”

“What?” you replied breathlessly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “You’re so busy controlling your own life that you don’t even notice the people around you anymore.”

“What?” you repeated again as Jungkook hoisted you up by your ass and began to walk, forcing you to grab him by the shoulders and stare down his right arm, the fully tattooed one with flowers and script and the tiny circle with angry slits for eyes and a frown on the inside of his elbow, the one Jungkook said was for you and you had slapped him in the chest and told him to shut up.

“Let me take over for once,” he mumbled, placing his chin on your shoulder and nudging you with his head and his non-crispy but still not quite soft dark hair.

“You said I would be an awful sub.”

Jungkook dumped you on the bed, shooing you upwards. You didn’t move, frowning at him. He sighed dramatically.

“You would. You are,” he corrected, planting a hand on your chest and pushing you down, bouncing you against your Pikachu bedsheets. He sandwiched your arms at your sides and straddled your torso. The bed bowed far too low and you almost slid off. Hurriedly, you scooted upwards and Jungkook followed, unbothered.

“You said I’m terrible with authority.”

Jungkook wrestled your arms back down and pinned them with his strong thighs. “You are.”

“You said I’m angry, twenty-four, seven.”

He cocked his head, slowly unbuttoning your pajama shirt. “Still true.”

“And you said I’m uptight,” you added ruefully, pouting.

Jungkook shrugged, reaching in between his legs to unbutton he last few ones. “I’ll fuck it out of you.”

“Jungkook!”

“What?”

He paused, towering above you, eyebrow raised. His black hair curled around his ears, against his silver hoops and base of his neck. His dark eyes pierced down at you, tiny mole under his lips clearly visible from this position. You could see the bottom of his sharp chin, the black t-shirt clinging to his chest, the shape of his tan arms, one tattooed, one not, from below.

“Y-you’re pinching my right arm…”

Jungkook looked down, moving his left leg. “Sorry.”

You winced, pulling out your left arm to rub the other. He tapped your forearm impatiently with his finger.

“You’re ruining the moment,” he scolded.

“You ruined it by bruising me,” you shot back, backing up to your pillows on your elbows, grimacing as you soothed your arm.

“I’m going to bruise you more if you keep being a little brat,” Jungkook growled, following you on hands and knees, the neckline of his t-shirt hanging down, revealing way too much of his skin. Your eyes widened and you slipped, a white plush Poro bonking you in the head. He grabbed it and tossed it aside, the poor guy rolling on the floor.

“That’s very rude,” you muttered, but he was over your body now, breathing hard, staring down your now open shirt and the curve of your breasts into your black bra.

“Why do you get hotter every year?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I… don’t?”

Jungkook shoved the sides of your pajama shirt apart impatiently, reaching under your back and pinching the bra clasp, undoing it with one hand.

“Yes, you do,” he exhaled hotly. “Every year you get prettier and prettier and it pisses me off so much that I have to work out to look half as good as you.”

You felt your ears and cheeks get hot. “Well… you do look very, erm, good.”

“You’re very convincing,” Jungkook chuckled darkly, pushing your bra up and sucking in his lower lip as he revealed your hard, quivering nipples.

Your eyes shifted away from his hungry eyes. “I, uh… am very wet.”

A single, perfectly shaped eyebrow ticked. “Show me.”

“Um…”

He lifted himself off you, pointing down.

“Show me,” Jungkook commanded.

You tried to move your arms and found them tangled in your clothes. You frowned and shrugged out of your pajama shirt, chucking it and your bra aside, before gripping the waistband of your green fleece pants. You hesitated and looked back at Jungkook, who just flapped his hand downwards, giving you a neutral expression.

You puffed your cheeks and raised your hips, yanking your pants and panties down your thighs. You had to bend your legs a bit to fully take them off since Jungkook’s knees were on the outside of your thighs.

Now you were fully naked in front of your childhood best friend. And he was still fully clothed.

“Er, aren’t you going to–”

Jungkook cut you off. “You still haven’t shown me.”

You blinked at him. “What do you want me to do, become a fucking pretzel?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Any way you can prove to me you’re wet.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Fucking…” You bent your right leg and slid it up between his thighs, brushing against his sweatpants and feeling his hard-on for a hot second before you jammed your leg into your chest and lifted it out, pressing your thigh against your torso and raising your calf into the air. You turned your head to the left, letting out an exasperated huff.

“There. You see it?”

Shit, this position was embarrassing for some reason. You could feel cold air on your dripping pussy. Maybe he couldn’t see or something. You lifted your right arm to wrap around your thigh, pressing it down against your breasts since Jungkook wasn’t saying anything.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jungkook breathed.

“Okay, going to put my leg do–”

You gasped, suddenly feeling Jungkook’s fingertips touch your heated core, smearing your juices around the lips, his hot breath against your ear as he touched you. You shuddered as he stroked your folds, your name on his lips, his lips kissing your ear.

“Had to touch you,” he whispered against your neck, tone desperate. “I’m sorry, I just had to touch that beautiful pussy, all wet and slopping for me.”

Your eyelids fluttered as his middle finger found your clit, pressing on it. “J-Jungkook… That’s my…”

He chuckled deep in his throat. “Yeah? That’s your what?”

Slow, lazy circles, pushing it around, moan leaving your lips. “My c-clit…”

“Want me to touch it?” Jungkook purred. “Want me to handle your pleasure?”

But he as already touching it, nursing the sensitive bundle of nerves and rousing your lust, igniting it and setting it on fire.

“Y-yes…”

He kissed down your neck, whispering softly, licking your collarbones. “You trust me? You trust me with this pretty, perfect, hot, sexy, fuckable body?”

You arched your neck, giving him more access as he ran his pink lips all over, rubbing your clit, mouth on your throat. Your whole body shook, hips rolling into his finger.

“Y-yes…”

His breath so electrifying that you could barely focus, barely speak as Jungkook’s other hand came up behind your head, long fingers burying into your hair, holding tight, so tight it almost hurt, teeth nipping at your skin.

“Want to mark you,” he mumbled. “Want to give you a big fat hickey you can’t explain, want to bruise you so bad you’ll be staring at it for weeks, thinking about my lips on you, remembering my teeth gave you that.”

He pressed another finger to your clit, increasing the pace, and all you could do was hiss out a yes, a burning yes, a pleading yes, please, Jungkook, whining as his teeth sank into the spot where your shoulder and neck connected, sucking hard, his tongue licking away the prickling pain. His hips rolled into your thigh, his hard cock pressing against you, straining against his pants.

Jungkook moaned into your skin, so hot, so intense, rubbing your aching clit faster, harder, more urgently. Sucking and humping your leg as the feeling of his teeth and his fingers overwhelmed you, one hand clutching his shirt and one hand curled into your sheets as your thighs shook, trying to close but unable to because Jungkook was so strong, so there, so overpowering that you could only lay there and take it, take it as his name poured out of you in a breathless wail, throwing your head back as you felt your pussy clench around nothing, your juices becoming slicker, thicker, the scent of your orgasm staining the air.

He shoved the two fingers inside you and unlatched his mouth, moaning with you as he felt you squeeze his fingers, pumping you in long, slow strokes, all the way to his knuckles. You whimpered, tightening your core and Jungkook moaned again, eyes closed, his hair in disarray as you fucked his hand, clamping your hands on his right forearm, gasping at the feel of his muscle. Pussy throbbing around his fingers, hips meeting his knuckles over and over.

His eyes opened, watching your fuck yourself with his hand, an almost bored expression on his features, but you didn’t care because you felt him flex his fingers and his arm, telling you to continue, telling you he liked it.

“I thought you were going to let me do it.” Jungkook’s voice was low, trying to stay even despite his shallow breathing. “Have to control everything, don’t you?”

You caught your lower lip in your teeth, eyes moving to his face, his handsome, angular face with his black hair curled around his forehead and his cocked eyebrow, smirk on his lips.

“I’m not in control,” you panted. “Your forearm is…”

Jungkook flexed it under your hand and you moaned pathetically, breath hitching.

His smirk grew wider.

“It’s getting you off touching it.”

You swallowed, close, so close and Jungkook was taunting you and for some reason you couldn’t tell him to shut up, because he kept tensing his arm and it was so fucking hot that you really were going to orgasm.

“Say it,” he purred, breathing your name. “Tell me you like my forearm.”

Your eyes shifted down to his arm in your hands, the tiny angry face tattoo in his inner elbow frowning at you.

“I fucking love it, Jungkook,” you gasped. “Fuck, I love your delicious, sexy-as-fuck forearms.”

He grinned and began to thrust his fingers into you, fast, so fast you couldn’t even fathom how he could be that fast like a fucking vibrator, sending torrents of pleasure through you and his arm was so hard and his skin so soft that your eyes rolled back into your head, moaning his name far too loud. Jungkook placed a hand over your mouth and you screamed into it, liquid gushing down your thighs, but he didn’t stop, he kept going until you felt it again, pussy throbbing, back-to-back, eyelids fluttering, nails digging into his arm as the crescendo slammed into you, taking your breath and senses away, lost only in the feeling of Jungkook’s secure presence above you.

He slowed, breathing hard. Gently, carefully pulling his fingers out of your pulsating pussy, gasping as he removed his hand. You vaguely heard Jungkook place his fingers in his mouth, sighing wantonly at your taste.

“You taste so good,” he whispered around his fingers. “Fuck, so sweet and thick and delicious.”

Your brain could not compute what the fuck was happening. Did Jungkook just give you three mind-blowing orgasms in a row after you exploded at him and admitted to thinking about him while masturbating?

Holy shit.

He pressed his face into your hair, inhaling your scent.

You swallowed thickly.

“Jungkook, do you, ah… want something too?” you asked quietly.

You heard him snicker. “If I take my clothes off, I’m going to want to put my dick in you.”

“… I’m cool with that.”

“I thought a dildo was the same as a dick?”

You cleared your throat. “Ah… Well, I didn’t think you’d want to put a dick in me.”

Jungkook laughed. “If I had five dicks, I’d put them all in you.”

“Erm… mathematically speaking, that doesn’t really work…”

“Shut up.”

Jungkook sat up, looking down at you with a smile. The same smile he always had, but a little different now, because he didn’t have to hide his attraction to you anymore.

“You really let me put it in you?”

You narrowed your eyes. “With a ninety-eight percent chance, only.”

His smile became mischievous. “That’s not one hundred percent.”

You puffed your cheeks.

“I’ll take the two percent chance for you and only you, Jungkook.”

He grinned and turned around, throwing himself to the end of the bed where his jeans were barely holding on. Fishing through the pockets, retrieving the foil packet from the back pocket. You blinked at him.

“How long has that been–”

Jungkook gave you a silencing look. “I bring a new one every time I come over, in hopes you become drunk enough to sit on my dick.”

You blinked at him. “What.” Not a question, just you stating it.

“Because you’re paranoid.”

You frowned. “I’m not–”

He launched himself over the bed and silenced you with a kiss, deep and longing. You leaned into it, breathing softly, tongue against his, pressing back against him. Jungkook drew back slowly, thumb on your cheek. Eyes looking into yours, careful and tender.

“I don’t want you to worry,” he said against your lips. “I’ll do anything you want. I know it’s not easy for you. I know you’re not ready for the million babies I want from you.”

“I can’t have a million babies. It’s not scientifically possible,” you interjected.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Can you just let me have one romantic moment?”

“Erm, sorry.”

“You want me to have a damn vasectomy or something? Because I’ll fucking do it. That shit’s reversible.”

“No, that kind of requires more time and I’m pretty horny for your dick right now. Condom will do.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “You are a shitty sub.”

“I will do better after I’ve had the dick.”

Jungkook straightened and yanked his black t-shirt over his head. “No, you won’t.”

Your eyes roamed over his toned chest. Damn, he was ripped. Maybe he was insecure about you being hot or something, but you were certainly benefiting. “You never know?”

Jungkook sent you a pained look and pressed a hand to your chest, shoving you back into your bed. “I’ve known you way too long to believe those words coming out of your mouth.”

You were going to reply, but he ran his hand over your chest, inhaling sharply as he brushed against your nipples. He ran his fingers over them, squeezing a little. You whined, trying to get more, but Jungkook pressed his palm down on your breast, breathing hard.

“Listen, woman, I’m about to explode in my damn underwear. Stop sounding so sexy this instant.”

Your eyes found his, pupils blown wide, lips pursed, and jaw tight. Your lips parted a little, tongue peeking out, a soft moan of his name emitting from your throat. You saw a muscle in his eyebrow twitch. He looked like he wanted to throttle you, at least a little bit.

You grinned.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes.

“You are lucky you’re cute,” he muttered. “And lucky I want to be in this pussy more than I want to be alive.”

“Don’t you ne–”

Jungkook planted his hand on your mouth. “The only words I want to hear out of you are, “Fuck me harder” or my own name, you got that?” he snarled, pressing his hand into your face for emphasis.

You nodded quickly.

He sighed, almost in relief, and yanked his pants and underwear down, wincing. There was a large wet spot on his boxer briefs, strings of pre-cum clinging as he pushed it down his muscular thighs.

“You made me a giant mess,” he muttered, eyes flickering up to you. “What do you have to say?”

You blinked at him and gave him a thumbs up.

He grinned. “You do know how to listen.”

In truth, you couldn’t say anything because you were breathlessly staring at Jungkook’s thick cock, red head glistening with pre-cum, dripping everywhere. You slid down quickly, startling him, and wrapped your lips around the head, moaning as his strong taste invaded your mouth. He hissed, gritting his teeth as your tongue swiped around, licking his length all over, feeling the veins and contours, memorizing them.

“F-fuck,” he gasped. “You wanted to clean me up that bad?”

Your eyes traveled up his abs, his pecs, his neck, to his face, giving him your best imploring look. He smirked, placing a hand on your forehead, and gradually, with great effort, pulled out of your tight mouth. Tight because you sucked in your cheeks, not wanting to let him go, but Jungkook was stronger than you. You frowned, but he shooed you away.

“I allowed it this one time. Now back to your spot.”

You backed up, tsking as you watched him roll down the condom, groaning as it covered him.

“I’m actually glad I have this fucking condom,” Jungkook muttered, glaring at you.

You couldn’t say anything, so you spread your legs. His eyes dropped down and he bit his lower lip, crawling to you, grabbing your thighs. Placing himself right in front of your soaked entrance, staring down at your pussy as he guided himself, sinking into you.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut.

You moaned, feeling Jungkook’s cock stretch you out, so different from a silicone dildo or multiple fingers, because it was Jeon Jungkook praying for air as you clenched around his length, his cries of pleasure as he rocked his hips into you. Those long nights with your vibrator and his Instagram open on your phone were incomparable to his cock molding to your walls, his hard hips finally hitting your thighs, all the way in, and it was so good that you throbbed around him, shuddering.

“J-Jungkook…” you pleaded.

“I know,” he panted, hands gripping your knees tight. “I know, but give me a second to appreciate this pussy, holy fuck.”

He jerked his cock inside you and you cried out, definitely crushing your sheets, but Pikachu had seen a lot by now and there was only going to be more.

Jungkook finally began to slide out and push back in, groaning, starting slow and deep because quite frankly he needed to last more than five seconds and your pussy was not letting up. You had too much control over your vaginal muscles and he was too into you to not be hugely turned on by it, shoving your legs up higher so he could go deeper, feel more of you surround him and massage his length.

“H-harder…” you whimpered. “Please, Jungkook, fuck me harder…”

And how could Jungkook say no to that? Begging so perfectly, with just the right amount of desperation, and you didn’t even know it was driving him insane, because he knew normally you were so wound up, always worrying about being perfect, always worrying about doing the right thing, but now you were unraveling on his cock as he bent down and put more force into it, pounded you harder, watching the ecstasy in your eyes, your mouth opening and tongue peeking out, hot breath in his face. Knuckles white as you clutched the sheets, pleasure radiating up his length as you came with a cry, his name, his name on those perfect lips, lips he always watched with envy, wondering who had them, wondering who was so lucky to capture them.

And now it was just him, just him and you, and his hips slapping into your hips, pussy nearly choking his cock, but it felt so good, so fucking euphoric as you fucked him back, raising your hips to meet his, loud, wet, and lewd, probably causing a ruckus next door. But neither of you cared, your names mixing together, your eyes staring to Jungkook’s piercing brown ones, hot pleasure radiating up your stomach, your chest, to your head and there was no one else.

No one else but Jungkook’s name tumbling out of your mouth as the wave soared into you, pussy spasming as you came again, unsure at what number it was, but it was the one Jungkook wasn’t prepared for and he groaned, smacking into you one last time before you felt his cock throb and pulse against your walls, spilling into the condom. You gasped at the feeling, clenching around him, his right hand reaching over to grasp yours and hold it tightly, intertwining your fingers.

“W-wow…” you whispered breathlessly. “Nice cock.”

Jungkook burst out laughing. “You’re unbelievable.” He reached down and gingerly felt around in your dripping folds, finding the end of the condom and pulling out carefully.

“Fuck. It’s so much,” he gulped, brows knitted in worry.

You waved a hand. “It’s fine. I finished my period yesterday. Likelihood of you getting me pregnant is pretty low.”

Jungkook jerked his head towards you.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say that sooner?” he roared, slapping your leg. “I was scared shitless over here!”

You placed your hands over your ears. “So loud. Shut up, Jungkook.”

“No!”

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years ago

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ascendance - 04

PAIRING: mob!bucky barnes x reader

WARNINGS: abduction, age gap (reader is 23, bucky is 37)

A/N: hello!! i hope you enjoy this new chapter as i dive more into bucky’s past. italics in this work symbolise a flashback in case anyone’s confused. hope you enjoy it xx

> NEXT CHAPTER | MASTERLIST

The entrance hall of the Barnes household was pilled up with people. Between his mum barking orders left to right and caterers bringing food in and out, the once silent room turned into a busy crossroads which meant James had retreated back to his room. He was sat down in his bed, cashmere black suit on and hair pushed back, Dead Souls opened on top his legs. He was lost in between the small black letters printed on the yellowing paper, so lost that the sound of his window opening went by him until a loud thump woke him up from his literary daze. Bucky looked up to see his younger sister, sat on the floor of his bedroom by the window with her dress partially on and hair messy due to the windy weather outside. He sighed, closing his book and putting it off to the side.

- Can’t you climb into your own bedroom? - Bucky got up from bed, leaning down to help her back onto her feet.

- Yours is closer. - she brushed the dirt off her baby pink dress picked by their mother. - Shouldn’t you be downstairs?

- Shouldn’t you be in your bedroom?

- Touche. - she pointed. - Can you not tell mum? She’ll freak out if she discovers that I went out on dad’s big day.

- Go on, I’ll keep mum occupied while you sort out that bird’s nest hair.

- Thank you! - she smiled, giving him a short hug. - What am I gonna do when you go to Princeton? Who’s gonna cover for me?

- I guess you’ll just have to form an alliance with the maids.

Y/N and Bucky were silent, barely speaking to each other if even looking into each other’s eyes. She merely remained there in her operatic costume, the corset doing the best of jobs at enhancing her female features and almost making her look like a femme fatale out of a classical movie in rich red and green fabrics decorated with what he guessed where heavy metal gold pieces resembling precious jewels and golden rings. He did not know which production they were putting on, he hadn’t even heard her sing before but she looked like she belonged in that stage, like she would have been showered in praise the moment the spotlight grazed her.

She paced around the living room not exactly sure what to do, the beads which made up her skirt and would suddenly peak to show her legs making a slight rustling noise as her eyes studied the book shelf which was filled with tons and tons of books from the classics to mere economy books. Maybe she could read them whenever the tension between of them wasn’t so apparent. She couldn’t help but sometimes look at the badly fixed window and wonder if she could make it, maybe when he wasn’t looking, maybe when he was sleeping yet looking at him; tall, muscular, fast, definetely much stronger than her, she knew that even if she managed to get outside, he would easily get her back. Her mind battled her positive side as she wondered if this was it, if this was home now. Suddenly, her old flat no longer seemed old and she would give everything away if only she could go back, back to being told to do errands that really did not concern her, to stepping on bobby pins laid on the ground, to way too strong makeup which looked ridiculous in proper daylight. She would give everything, if she could go back to what her life had been.

The man whose name he hadn’t even dignified himself to tell her yet was sat on one of the high chairs by the kitchen with his eyes trained on her. She briskly turned around, arms crossed under her chest with an almost child like pout of someone who had just been punished. In reality, I’m the one who’s being punished here, he thought to himself.

- You could tell me your name. - she said, not looking into his eyes, instead rubbing her worn out ballet shoes against his hard floor.

- You don’t need to know my name. - he was quiet yet imposing. Y/N could not deny he seemed to have a strong presence despite barely raising his voice. It was almost magnetic as if he was made to be looked at, yet she felt he didn’t want to be seen.

- What if I need to call out for you?

- I would know. There’s no one else here, is it?

Y/N did not reply to this, instead rolling her eyes and sitting down on the couch. There was not much to do in the small one bedroom apartment other than pace around, eat and watch television. Her hand flew over to the remote, pointing it at the TV to turn it on which opened on the news channel. She guessed this was the way she had of now knowing what was happening outside the four walls she was being held captive in. There wasn’t much happening and even if it was, all the local news could talk about was about the upcoming mayoral election. It was a circus with advertisements and rumours flying around about each and every candidate and while it was almost painfully enjoyable to see men over thirty acting like gossip mean girls in school, everyone knew who was gonna win.

She’d always been told that behind every great man, there’s a great woman and in this particular election it couldn’t be anymore true. The favourite candidate to win, Robert Moore, also known as Bobbie, was married to an senator’s daughter but not just any senator, Senator Barnes. She was too young to remember his policies or even his public persona, yet from what she knew, he had been a very well liked and well respected Senator, coming from a prominent family and building an even more prominent family. Being married to Rebecca Barnes, now Rebecca Barnes-Moore, was a one way ticket to a good career in politics. The two stood in the television screen, side by side in an almost JFK and Jackie Kennedy fashion with sunny smiles looking like the picture perfect Americana couple. It seemed all his ads showed him, his wife and their new born baby. High school sweethearts, it seemed.

- Are you gonna watch that the whole day? - she turned her head around, looking at his annoyed expression, whiskey glass in hand.

- They look good together.

- It’s a circus. - he snickered, sitting by her side.

- What are you? An anarchist? - those words flew out of her mouth without any filter, mostly out of nuisance. - Her father was a great politician and he is young and likeable.

- Young and likeable ... sounds like great political traits.

- What do you know about politics?

- What do you know about politics? Do they have a crash course in politics at whatever company you were in?

She rolled her eyes, turning the volume up to listen to the broadcaster tell the love story of the future mayor and his wife. Her face softened as she heard what was probably a highly modified version of the actual truth yet she couldn’t help but slightly smile at the idea of it. They seemed in love and as someone who had a degree in pretending to be in love while singing, it warmed her heart to see it. She liked that idea, the idea of Ms and Mrs Americana, the idea of having someone to lean in. Well, she liked the idea of someone. Sure, maybe the man whose name she still didn’t know and was starting to believe was never going to learn was right, it was a circus, all elections are but she couldn’t help but be pulled by the myth of it, by the we against the world mentality no matter how morally wrong it was.

She continued to watch the coverage of the election run as the man next to her got up from the couch to pick up a phone call. Her hearing slightly moved towards what he was doing, mind always thinking of escaping but even though he was talking on the phone, his gaze was trained of her as if she were his prey. He mumbled something on the phone before turning it off and moving his eyes to text someone yet after that his eyes were on her once more.

- Try not to escape for the next hour.

- Do you have a nameless anarchy convention to attend?

- Billy is coming to watch over you. No funny business.

- Will. - she corrected him. - He doesn’t like being called Billy.

- As long as you don’t pull a mission impossible on him, I will call him whatever you want.

Will didn’t take long to arrive, dressed in a tennis-like outfit as if he had been pulled away from tennis which sounded like something he’d do. Bucky exchanged a few words with him before leaving the two of them together. He trusted Billy, or Will, was smart enough not to let her escape or run away. God, he didn’t even want to think about what John would do to him if she escaped, much less what he would do to her if she escaped. He made his drive to John’s condo in fifth avenue, parking his bike somewhere before making his way up. The condo was always weirdly filled with chatter talk yet he could see no people, it was as if the ghosts of the people he had taken out followed him in his own home and Bucky couldn’t say he pitied him. After all, he had his own ghosts too.

He looked into John’s office where he was sat in the couch, the coverage of the election run on the television on low volume. John’s eyes immediately found Bucky’s figure looming at the entrance, never really entering, just standing behind the line which separated the hall from the office.

- How’s the roomie? - he motioned his hand for him to come in. - Still pretty?

- What do you need?

- I just got an invitation to a fundraiser. Zemo’s going so I want you to go.

- I can’t, I have her to watch over Y/N. She’s not very keen on remaining in the flat.

- Chain her up for all I care. It’s in two weeks and I’ll be damned if I’m there by myself with Zemo. Besides it’s your sister’s fundraiser, I always love to see Rebecca.

- She’s not gonna be there. - his jaw locked. - A fundraiser for the mob? It’s mostly free alcohol and networking with them not showing up.

- Maybe you should bring your roomie. She’s pretty and if anything I’m sure she can sing and if not maybe she can entertain in another form.

- The NYPD is probably looking for her, it’s not wise ...

- Do you make the rules? - John interrupted him, leaning against the couch with arms crossed. - You seem to have forgotten who makes the rules, soldat.

- I just don’t think ...

- You don’t think. - he interrupted him once more. - This election is important and since I do not have the right person here to get ahead, I will make do with what we have. I don’t give a fuck about what you do when you’re at your flat but she is mine. She is my get out of jail card. Are we clear, soldat?

- Yes.

- You can go now. - he dismissed him. Bucky turned around, eyes open wide yet emotionless face as if he were disconnected from his own consciousness. He guessed it was for the best to remain disconnected, to not know what was going on.

He drove himself back home, standing alone at night looking at his flat; the window still broken while the lights were flickering. He thought about running off, starting his bike and running off into the night and just drive until the tank was empty but he couldn’t. He had strings, strings which kept him tied to where he was right now. He guessed that now she was another string keeping him here.

Bucky sighed as he walked back to his flat, opening the door to a rather serene sight. Will was by the kitchen watching the football game while Y/N was laid across the couch, book in hand which he recognised as one of his old ones. Her hair was different, she probably had taken off her wig and for the first time since those few minutes in the costume room. It looked soft, framing her face and getting in front of her eyes as she herself got lost in the room. Will excused himself, leaving just as he noticed Bucky before he could be yelled at by using his television. Yet again, Y/N and Bucky were alone in that small flat. She looked up from the book and at him before returning to read.

He left her with the book, walking to his bedroom which was probably now more hers than his to grab one of trousers and hoodies before returning back to the living room. Still reading. At least she wasn’t trying to break any more windows. He put the hoodie and trousers by her side, turning off the television as more screams for the football match came through.

- You can change into those. - he pointed at the clothing, getting her attention as she closed the book. - Those beads can’t be comfortable.

- Oh

- The bathroom’s there. - he pointed at one of the few doors in the flat. - You can shower too, there’s towels.

- Thank you. - she grabbed the things he had put out for her before leaving him in the living room by himself.

And then it was just him once more, alone, tied to this city which screamed everyone’s name but his.

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citysvein · 5 years ago

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* // 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 … /𝚃𝙷𝙴_𝙲𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁 : chloe kim also known as zero is wanted for grand larceny . she is a twenty-three year old cis female who has ties to the mastermind because she hacked into his private server ; once at the request of a benefactor and another time for fun . 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 : strawberry flavored bubblegum , the glow of a computer screen in a dark room , tattoos hidden by oversized sweater sleeves , & cyber stalking your exes . 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 : yoo shiah .

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ QUICK STATS !

full name : chloe kim .

nickname(s) : chlo .

age : twenty-three .

codename : zero .

role: the coordinator .

zodiac : gemini sun , gemini moon ( click ! )

sexuality : bisexual .

alignment : chaotic neutral .

pinterest : ( click ! )

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ BACKSTORY ! ( tw : death & car crash )

chloe kim was born in and raised in ann arbor , michigan . there was nothing truly remarkable about her childhood — she was an only child born into a middle class family . her mother was a professor and her father was a physical therapist , and they were very happily married , so she had a stable life . ann arbor was a fittingly normal place to grow up . nothing too out of the ordinary ever seemed to happen .

the only anomaly in chloe’s unremarkable existence , it seemed , was herself . from a young age it was obvious she wasn’t like most kids . she was decidedly smarter , an intelligence that impressed the adults around her . her parents often described her as a highly curious , if not a little naughty , child . it seemed like she was born with the desire to know how the world around her worked , and it wasn’t uncommon to find her tinkering around with her toys or household objects , taking them apart just so she could learn how to put them back together .

she graduated from high school at sixteen , a year early , and was offered a full ride to MIT , which she gladly accepted . moving to cambridge, massachusetts marked the most interesting thing to happen to her yet . she’d long dreamed of excitement , the only thing she had to entertain her back home being her love for computers . chloe was ready for a change , which was exactly what she received .

free from the confines of being that one smart girl in ann arbor , she didn’t feel pressured to conform to the idea of her that had been carefully crafted by the people back home any longer . she didn’t just have to care about school , or be shy about how she unironically loved reality tv , or pretend like pink wasn’t the absolute best color in the whole world . facing comments from nerdy boys about how she was too pretty to be smart or about how she was clearly in the wrong class seemed like a small price to pay if she could finally be herself .

MIT , however , did feel like the wrong place for chloe most of the time . she realized very quickly that while she was gifted and bright , she had no passion or drive to pursue typical careers the way most people in her major did . she also had a knack for using�� her skills in unconventional ( if not illegal ) ways , like when she started charging a pretty penny to hack boyfriends suspected by their girlfriends of cheating , or hacking into the local police database to browse through people’s criminal records like it was the equivalent of reading gossip magazines .

at the end of her junior year , after voicing her concerns about whether or not university life was for her to her parents in one of her weekly calls back home , they’d made the decision to go surprise chloe . after flying into massachusetts from michigan they’d rented a car and were on their way to drive up to her dorm when they got into a fatal accident . there had been a nasty storm that night , and chloe can still remember how she’d gotten a severe thunderstorm warning alert on her cellphone moments before she got the police call informing her of what happened .

in the blink of an eye her life had gone from average to tragic . she couldn’t process the death of her parents — there was no other driver to blame , nothing faulty about the rental car they’d been driving , only the weather and the slippery roads . chloe would have surely flunked out from MIT had her professors , who mostly harbored soft spots for the girl and were especially sympathetic towards her situation , not given her the few credits she needed to graduate that spring .

armed with an IT degree but not much else , chloe went back to ann arbor for her parent’s funeral and the selling of her childhood home . realizing she had no place to go afterwards , she became a bit of a vagabond , spending the entirety of her 19th year living out of motel rooms in various cities . not in the head space for a full time career , and with her mind still foggy from mourning , she started picking up where she’d left off in college in terms of odd and illegal ways to make money.

when she was 20 she caught the attention of someone she quickly realized was important , a client with a request and a payday like nothing she’d ever seen before . all he wanted chloe to do was hack into someone’s private server , and so she did . she didn’t ask questions but she did snoop around , a small act or curiosity that would forever change her world . what she found was almost incomprehensible , a network of some sort with the most detailed plans and profiles . never having been motivated by any sort of moral compass before , chloe couldn’t explain why she lied to the man who had hired her , claiming she hadn’t been skilled enough to get through .

he’d bought her excuse , another man who couldn’t see past a pretty face to the brain behind it . for months afterwards chloe tried to forget about the things she’d seen and read , that exciting world she’d only discovered by chance , but she just couldn’t let it go . she was inexplicably drawn to whoever was behind it all , proving it when she hacked them a second time around , this time for her own entertainment and satisfaction . she couldn’t explain it — especially not when she left behind a trail this time around , wanting to be caught , wanting so desperately to be contacted .

when chloe is recruited by J , it feels like the first blessing since her parent’s deaths . it wasn’t the money she was interested in , but him , the way he makes people feel special and needed filling a void she’d never let herself admit she had in the first place . she’s loyal to him , and so she’s loyal to the crew , and for the first time in her whole life it feels like she might have found the place she truly belongs .

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ PERSONALITY + TIDBITS !

thats right ... i made her a double gemini baby ! 😈 its just chaos all over as u can imagine ... gotta love a sexy sign aha no im not biased <3 she’s got a pretty good balance of intelligence & curiosity in her , so instead of coming off as a know-it-all she’s more likely to come across as nosy . she just loves to figure stuff out . whether it’s code or people she wants to know how things work .

generally speaking , she’s pretty easy going ! when it comes to her relationships with people she’s not that high maintenance , in fact sometimes it’s easy to mistake her easy going attitude with aloofness or disinterest , which isn’t the case at all . when she does get annoyed though she’s not shy about letting you know how she feels , and she’s got a BIG potty mouth ... it’s like when people have road rage SJDBWJDBJW she’ll curse you out in a short burst of anger then decide she’s over it before you even have time to process what happened .

since she’s been on her own pretty much her whole life ( no siblings , no set group of friends ) it was a bumpy adjustment to go from having no one to being part of a team . she definitely wasn’t upset by it , but chloe can get into trouble sometimes because she’s got a knack for always saying what she’s thinking without filtering herself first , so she’s definitely started some arguments or hurt some feelings on accident </3

loves to joke around and treat things like they’re no big deal , even when they are . this is especially true when it comes to her own abilities . she’ll casually mention hacking into a number of high security facilities and servers and how she bought a new sailor moon hoodie in the same sentence like it’s nothing .

almost always either dressed in pink or black , or a combination of the two . she swears she owns clothes in other colors but those two are definitely her defaults . switches between more casual street-styles and girly attire on a day to day basis . owns many sanrio themed articles of clothing , accessories , and plushies and will accept zero criticism about it !

chews gum a lot , but especially when she’s working on her computer . she claims it helps her focus but who knows for sure maybe she just likes chomping and blowing bubbles ...

she’s a serial dater . chloe finally had to force herself to swear off tinder because she kept doing extensive background searches ( hacking ) on the people she was going on dates with . still cyber stalks her exes but she swears it’s purely an act of public service since they were all insane ( in her opinion , which is never wrong ) and she’s just trying to make sure they haven’t committed any major crimes aha x

not very good at being romantic or emotionally vulnerable SDBWJDBJW truly the thought alone is terrifying enough but when she watches pride and prejudice alone at 2am she cries so your girl has it in her she’s just not there yet <3 physical intimacy she has no issue with it’s just the serious stuff that makes her want to eat glass ... or so she says .

has questionable drinking habits . can she out drink a man twice her size ? sure . should she be putting that to the test at 10 am at a chili’s after a night out ? absolutely not but it 100% happened and she would probably do it again because she simply pretends her mistakes never happened in the first place and that’s why she never learns !

absolutely refuses to talk to anyone about her life and what happened to her parents . she still hasn’t fully grieved or processed it , and honestly speaking she’s been using the crew and J as a coping mechanism almost . chloe’s adamant belief in the heists they do and their capabilities as a unit has less to do with the real chances on whether or not they can pull something off and everything to do with the fact that she needs things to work and she needs them to be together . that’s why she’s usually one of the first ones to pep talk people when there are doubts . she can’t risk losing a second family /:

low key addicted to getting tattoos . it started with tiny ones on her fingers and wrists and now she’s thinking about getting a sleeve ... if only she could decide on what to get tattooed #AirSignThings x don’t ask her to make decisions if you want an answer before this decade ends .

strawberry is her favorite fruit and flavor ! if she’s not chewing strawberry gum , she’s drinking strawberry milk .

once started an instagram to review different mozzarella sticks after lorde was outed for running an onion ring reviewing instagram .

won a goldfish at a fair when she was in college , named him stinky , then cried for a week straight after she found him floating dead in his fish bowl the next day ... she hasn’t had a pet since </3

if you ever tell chloe good job she will act cool in the moment but at night when she’s trying to go to bed she will look like this 🥺 never forgets a compliment she loves them even if she pretends she doesn’t need them ...

told myself i’d make this short by not adding a plots section and it’s still a novel truly i hate this life . once again i am asking u to add me on discord glo lovecore ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172 and plot with me 💖 also my intros are always winged so if i start writing as chloe and her personality does a 180 like dua lipa said PLEASE mind ur business that’s why i made her a gemini ok 😭😭😭 pls enjoy this meme chloe has probably sent to ur muse at least once ...

#♡ ╱ 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒕 ━━ ooc .#nocte:intro #no words.....#absolutely none .

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internetremix · 6 years ago

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In IR lore, what are the personalities of your personas? Basic likes and dislikes?

Kristen: Goggles is An Child and behaves as such. She's very cheerful, very curious, a bit mischievous and also 100% obsessed with making fanwork of her internet family... like a goddamn weirdo. She'll usually be hanging out with everyone, spot some sort of inspiration, squeak with joy and then rush off to write or draw. She's also the defacto leader of the Smol Squad, which is composed of herself, Shyner, Jojo and Chi-chi, and she's usually the one squeaking out ridiculous plans in muppet for dumb shit like stealing cookies and trying to trap people in fanfiction scenarios. She likes to help and can often be found doing such things as assisting Xander in his many schemes or just popping up to provide shit like charts or hold things for other people- basically whenever it would be funny to have some goddamn muppet backing something up.

She loves plush toys, particularly Crockernanner, and also loves sugar, star decorations, and cuddles. She likes being picked up and loves attention, and she's pretty consistently attached to at least one person, often her big brother Split if she's not with the Smol Squad. She is in eternal war with Phill since he bullies her constantly, and will occasionally try to set up elaborate traps for revenge only to fail miserably. Also she's a huge weeb. She does not like to sleep and will often go days without it before being dragged off by some bigger person to take a goddamn nap you ridiculous child. She is also very afraid of thunderstorms, she doesn't like loud noises or the dark.

She also has... various flaws and problems. But those are spoilers and I have no idea when/if we’ll be doing story stuff with IRsonas so I don’t want to give too much away with that.

Sorry this is very long, I think about my child a lot.

Jojo: JoJo is also a very happy child... like, stupid happy all the time. Like, they don't really have a concept of being angry. they're either manic happy or a bit sad. They love to find any way to make anybody smile or laugh, whether it be a somber happy, or a crying fit of laughter. They thrive off of happiness. They're a bit mischievous as well, and will try to play pranks and swipe things to chew on. They'll just appear in random places you'd never expect. like, in the pantry, the vent, or in your drawer. They chew things all the time to keep their dragon teeth sharp! They do tend to come off as obnoxious and kind of useless sometimes? But that's ok.

They love happiness, rocks, swimming, sandwiches, Vanilla coke, coffee, pianos, stars, ghost stuff(horror genre), and laughter. JoJo is pretty similar to Goggles now that I think about it x_xJoJo is best friends with Phill, and will always be on him in some way. Like his leg, back, holding onto his scarf by their teeth, etc. They're also very close with Goggles and Shyner, and Scott (even though Shyner tries to chase JoJo off with knives, JoJo will take it as a game of tag or something)JoJo doesn't like being yelled at or being told to go away. They get spooked easily by loud noises. They always get paranoid when they think someone is mad at them and will go to ungodly lengths to make them not mad or slightly annoyed with them, which sometimes makes people more annoyed with them than they were before.

JoJo is just an exaggerated version of me XD

Atwas: Atwas is fairly easy going. They make light of things often, and often hide serious sentiments behind jokes. They’re the type to roll with goofy and silly situations, and are very “yes and” type that enjoys escalating things in the name of light-hearted fun. They enjoy playing pranks, especially ones that take advantage of their hologrammatic nature (being able to enter and ‘possess’ electronics is something that they take advantage of often). Being technically in the cloud and a part of the internet at all times, they will often chime in with fun (often unrelated or humorous) metrics about situations and people as they occur—and often forgets that having a HUD isn’t something everyone has access to.

Being ‘technically’ invulnerable, atwas isn’t phased by the more dangerous things that go on in the IR tower, but usually prefers being a spectator or commentator as opposed to being an active participant in general shenaniganry. They don’t have any particular animosity towards anyone, and will occasionally help manage technical parts and functions of the tower.

They enjoy things like tech, cold weather, tea, fun statistics, darkness; and aesthetics like Film Noir and Retrowave.

They dislike things like excessively hot weather, being interrupted, getting too personal, having to put in a lot of “effort”, and being out of the loop.

Shyner: Shyner can easily be summed up to a tsundere in denial, and is the definition of an agent of chaos. If something goes wrong, she’s the one pouring a trail of kerosene to let the fire spread. She's loud, impulsive, and really doesn't give two shits. While quirky and charismatic, she’s also sarcastic and witty, reveling in the amusement of making fun of others. She’s often stubborn and impatient, thinking highly of her own beliefs and angered by those who dare to challenge her ideals. She also lacks a filter, and enjoys garnishing her words with colorful profanities. Filled with gripes of past trauma, she’s engaged in a constant internal war of turmoil and grief. She’s incredibly cautious and closed off around those she doesn’t trust, and can be very selfish. Despite this, she’s loyal to the few people she cares about, going out of her way to put them first if a dire situation were to arise. She’s also very sneaky and mischievous, often finding amusement in spying on others. Her MBTI is INTP-T.

Her hobbies include stargazing, ghost hunting, spying, and Satanic worship. She enjoys melancholy vibes, horror movies, animals, thunderstorms, and has an unhealthy obsession with sweets. Yes, this child will stab you without hesitancy if you take her cookies. She dislikes seafood, big crowds, kiddie leashes, and is afraid of experiencing intense emotion she doesn’t understand.I love my satanic smol bean very much. If I may be so bold as to dive into the nitty-gritty psychology, Shyner possesses many flaws, a lot of which I personally struggled with growing up. She is a reflection of my past self, some gripes with my current self, and the perception of how I could have turned out if I hadn’t met my family at IR. Hiding behind the exterior of being a merciless bully, she still has an intense internal desire to be a good person, but gets frustrated and often derails herself in the process of fighting her desire to act on impulse. She keeps most relationships with people at arm's length, fearing that if someone were to think highly of her, it would only be a matter of time before they’re disappointed. If we were to go full-fledged story mode, she would most definitely have an intense character redemption arc, making the revelation that being shitty to those who care about her isn’t the way to run from her problems and hide away from her own sense of self-insecurity/hatred.

Phill: Phill likes mischief, bad jokes, sexual undertones, Jojo, sexual overtones, bullying Kristen, and the colour pink. That's it xD

Jojo: :D yay

Alex: Alex don't give a shit but is for whatever reason the bossman and is also as powerful as silver age Superman, just don't try actual murder of the crew and he won't yeet you into the sun

Moon: 2019 Moon is an idiot. If we didn't know any better, we would assume he was born from nothing but an old head of lettuce in Satan's refrigerator. Think like Scott from Monster Prom, but different. He knows his right from his left, but the compass is still just "NESW" to him. Impulsive, lovable, and kinda loud, this muscley dumbass will do practically anything you tell him to if he finds it enjoyable. When paired with a few people, he works well as a second to many dynamic duos. Brodingles and Moon/Split and Moon are two really good ones, dangerous shenanigans ensue. Can and will rap like a beast, any challenge to a freestyle will result in a career ending and a death being sentenced. Extroverted people pleaser, definitely shooting high to perform and when adapting to a character, goes a little too hard. This man played Gander in Charlottes Web and didn't stop making goose sounds for months. Did I mention he's also a disney princess? Singing, animals, mortal enemy falling to their death? Everything

Dawn: ToonWolf/Dawn's personality falls within the confines of recklessly adventurous who doesn't think things through entirely. They like to try and rope others into going on various hikes, treasure hunts, mythic/cryptid searches, etc. Unapologetic sailor mouth. They will fight for friends and family. Various animals, trinkets, treasures, and cool but useless garbage are brought back to the tower often (oops theres a liiiiiiitle bit of hoarding). Sometimes those animals consist of dogs, cats, lizards, bears, wolves, The Great Noble One, horses, lions, elk, you get the idea (Can I keep them?Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaseeeeee??????????).

Overall they are most comfortable and relaxed in/around water and likes a whole lotta things including sailing, swimming, adventure, stargazing, animals, mythology/legends, friends, family, and drawing.

They dislike waking up early, limitations, being talked down to, boredom, desert/hot/humid/dry weather, coffee, and the movie "Cube"

Tex: Tex is an avid cryptid detective + has a surprisingly good intuition when creating conspiracy theories about them to follow. Mm lots of memes and disguises. Smart, but usually just off on their own thinking about other stuff.Totally has a wall in their room dedicated to figuring all the cryptids out with like, red string and everything.

#whole crew #ask the ir crew #irsonas #sorry I know this isn't everyone we have a big crew and not everyone is up to answer this stuff #Anonymous

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a-little-dreamer-s-world · 6 years ago

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A Singing Loneliness (Part 2)

Back at it again! I’m glad that quite a few of you seem to be enjoying this story as much as I am, though I will admit that I’m not sure how long I’m going to let it run for, but I’ll be doing my best. I’ll be reblogging this with the taglist. Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings?: Eventual LAMP, Body Insecurity (sort of), Self-doubt, panic,

“Why can’t we stay here though?”

“Because! It’s not safe to stay in one place too long; you know this, Patton,” Roman huffed at the merman in his arms, his tail laced between his and Logan’s as they settled for the night. The three of them laid in an alcove within a great reef, the shipwreck they had been at in the earlier in the day laying somewhere in the distance.

“But what about the merman in the land vessel? It doesn’t sit well with me to leave him there,” said Patton, looking up from Roman’s chest as Logan’s arm unwrapped from his waist to touch Roman’s arm.

“Well, if he had decided to come out when you were calling him, then he could have joined us. But he didn’t and that’s his choice. But seriously—”

“I think we should stay here for a little while,” Logan interrupted, surprising the other two enough to look at him.

“You too, Logan?” Roman asked, disbelief written all over his face. It was rare that Logan didn’t side with him when it came to Patton and his admittedly impulsive decisions.

“Well, why not? There are not many predators around here, and the ones that are here are smaller than us. It would give us a good break and we don’t need to worry about food for a bit,” Logan explained, shrugging his shoulders.

Patton seemed ready to erupt out of their arms in excitement, but Logan saw the look on his face and quickly added, “But it would still be a good idea to stay away from the vessel. They’re unstable with decay, so any thump against it could cause it to collapse.”

Roman sighed as Patton deflated against his chest, saying, “Let’s discuss this in the morning. Figure something out then.” He leaned down to kiss of their foreheads, feeling Logan lean over to kiss his cheek and Patton kiss his chin.

The three would settle down down once Logan kissed the top of Patton’s head, closing their eyes amid the soft light filtered through the water with the rising moon.

Virgil awoke in his nest of kelp, just as alone as he was when he fell asleep. In his mind that was a bit of a relief; another day he could ensure he was still here alive and well.

He raised his arms above his head to stretch, his tentacles extending out with them. He paused to listen to his surroundings, nodding to himself when nothing unusual was heard. He pushed himself forward and squeezed out of his hole. Virgil placed a hand on a wall, allowing a small smile to loosen his lips.

This place had made a good home for him; it hid him from predators and it was a great place to hunt for food. Speaking of which...

Virgil licked his lips when he picked up the sound of scuttling in the sand. He swam as quietly as he could towards his exit, finding himself in the lower parts of the human ship. He chose his favorite corner and got into position, slowing his breathing as his skin started to blend into his environment.

Ten minutes and a snatch by his tentacles later, he was enjoying his first meal of the day with a decent sized crab. He leaned back against the wall and hummed to himself, thinking back to the day before. What was it like to be in a ‘pod’? Was it nice? Annoying?

...Loving?

He shook his head, looking down at the half-eaten crab before tossing it away from him with a scowl. No, he shouldn’t think like that. There wouldn’t be a chance that they would allow him near them if they saw what he truly looked like. He had scared so many others away with how he looked; might as well let the last look of him be somewhat pleasant.

He was about to float over so he could retrieve his crab when a sound made him freeze, his skin draining into a pale gray. A familiar swish of a large tail was approaching, and fast.

He sped back up into the hole back into the room he had laid in to talk to the pretty merman yesterday. He waited with baited breath, wondering why was he back. Or... no, it wasn’t him.

He watched as the merman with the royal blue scales came into the hull, glancing around. Was he looking... for him?

No! Pale Blue (Patton, if he had heard right the other day) must have left something here the yesterday, and he and Red didn’t notice either until they all realized it was missing. But then, he would have found it earlier in the day if that were the case. So then why...?

Royal Blue’s scales weren’t just that color as he observed him further. The blue would be interrupted by specks of silver scales, making him look like the night sky, on the rare occasion Virgil would be brave enough to go near the surface. His scales crawled up his spine and his arms, patches branching off like bubbles. He was longer than Patton, every move he made filled with grace and with an effortless agility he wished he had.

It was when dark blue eyes met his brown ones that he panicked and ducked out of sight, trembling as he anticipated for what, he didn’t know.

What he didn’t expect was to hear him hum.

Logan didn’t know why he was doing this, to be honest.

The three of them had split up to hunt for food, but Roman had made sure that he had Patton in his sights because they all knew if he had the chance he would go back to the sunken ship. Which left Logan to his own devices as to what he decided to catch.

While he didn’t necessarily share Patton’s sentiment over the concern of the strange merman, his curiosity was driving him crazy. Why did he seem so shy? How was he comfortable, or even able, to live in such a place that could come crashing down at any time? And where was his pod if there was one? Was he abandoned, waiting?

Was he a lone survivor?

Logan looked back to make sure Roman wasn’t following him as he entered through the hull, sniffing the water as he kept his ears open in case he heard the stranger. A fresh kill caught his nose, drifting closer to the half-eaten leftovers of a crab.

Now this was interesting; Usually, merman teeth and claws weren’t strong enough to cut through crab shell, but it clearly had been torn apart. He mused about this as he glanced up, but his thoughts took a grinding halt when he found dark brown eyes staring back at him.

His mouth opened in slight surprise as the stranger ducked out sight, a soft whimper being the only indicator that the mysterious merman had not left the ship entirely. His initial reaction was to swim up there and actually see him, but something about the whole situation stopped him.

What was it that Patton had told them about? His singing? He figured he should try it; that way, maybe this stranger would be more willing to come out.

He closed his eyes and started to hum first, finding the tune. He opened up his mouth and let out a drawn out note, the melody starting out like a lullaby. He had never had the confidence in his voice like Roman or Patton; instead, he sung soft, though that never seemed to bother the other two, even enchanted by it.

His eyes opened when another voice joined his, almost making him falter in his song. The stranger was just as Patton had described and more. He strengthened his song to keep him with him, relaxing into himself as the low voice drifted into his mind to memorize.

He let the melody taper out, giving the stranger a small smile. “You really are like Patton said.”

The other merman shuffled above him, acting a bit bashful. “I don’t know what you mean, sorry. What did he say?”

“He told us you were breath-taking, both in looks and in your voice,” he replied, honest and warm, unlike his usual matter-of-fact tone. He slowly inched closer, trying to seem inconspicuous in his movement.

The merman gave him a tiny smile, looking away. “I think he’s thinking too highly of me. I’m just... me, after all.”

“Really? Because I would have to say that I agree with him, Logan said, his smile growing wider as he saw his whole face turn a slight shade of pink. He failed to notice that his forearms had turned that color as well, even over the “scales”.

“So, if he’s Patton, then who are you?” he asked, Logan seeing those pretty brown eyes stare into his.

“I’m Logan. Why... Why won’t you come out?” He had already halved the initial distance without the other noticing, feeling his hand twitch with the need to touch his pretty face.

“I...I’d rather not, I’m sorry,” he said, backing away from the hole just an inch. Logan felt a lurch in his chest that he would disappear for good, and he decided to go for it.

Just as he floated closer with his hand outstretched, he saw the stranger’s eyes fill with panic (and was that fear? He had hoped not; for him to be the cause of such fearful look...), and he quickly ducked out of sight. Before he could anything, call out, go in after him, anything, he was met with something that made him sputter back.

Pitch black... stuff filled his vision and his mouth, coughing to try and get it out. Ink, he belatedly realized as his back hit something solid. He stopped all movement when he felt vibrations in the water, his own warnings of the unstable ship filling his mind. He cleared his eyes the best he could and whisked himself out of the hull to find his pod, find his safety, find his home.

As he swam off, his mind went to where all that ink came from. There must of been an octopus in there, and it must have gotten startled when the other merman had dashed off. But even he had to admit that no octopus produced that much ink, and that something in the back of his brain was flashing that something was off, he had to ignore for it now.

He just wanted his home.

What had he done?

Virgil groaned as he heard Royal Blue leave, ink trailing from him into the surrounding water. He forced himself to move out of the ship through a different exit, not wanting to be seen. He would have to wait before the ink cleared out.

He curled up on himself, grabbing his head. Stupid, stupid, stupid! He knew now, or if he didn’t he was going to figure it out. He would tell the others, and they would hate him, and he would have to move, and...!

He looked down at his skin, and once again he could see patches color that belonged to those three mermen. He was suddenly filled with anger and shame at himself; how dare he thought of them and their beautiful selves and even think he could be anything like them.

He was not fast or agile, he didn’t have claws, his skin was nothing like their wonderfully smooth scales. He was just... himself.

Tides, he hated himself.

He didn’t know what to do now; if he’d stay, they would confront him, maybe even hunt him, for lying about himself. For acting like something he wasn’t. He reached down and grabbed a tentacle, squeezing it as hard as he cold. It didn’t hurt all that much; he didn’t know if he should cry about that or what.

Finally, he sighed, letting go as his entire being turned a dull brown. If he were to move, where would he go? This was the best house he’s had in most of his life. So what if they decided to come for him? At least he could always hide away and keep quiet so they didn’t find him.

And honestly, if they did find him, could it even be worse than being all alone?

He glanced back up to his ship, remember the shaking it had done with Logan’s departure. He should probably be more worried about than he actually was, but even if it did come down, he could most likely make some kind of house out of it.

It was at that moment he wondered if he had ever called this place home.

With his weary shake of his head, he made his way back inside. Something made him pause, turning his head to look out into the open ocean beyond.

The feeling of the water around felt more... active than normal. He had felt this before; a storm must be heading his way. He idly thought how he would need to hunker down in the night in case anything else decided to take shelter in the ship.

Little did he know that it would be a storm that would change everything in his small world.

#sanders sides #merman au #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #Goodness #this turned out to be about five pages #how did that even happen

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fenfyre · 6 years ago

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At Your Service - Part X

Part I Part IX

It took another hour before the last guests started filtering out, the sun already dipping the horizon in powdery shades of light blue and pink. Marco was actually the last to leave, returning after he'd helped some completely hammered girls into a cab to hand Levi some bills.

"For the excellent service", he smiled and maybe it was a trick of the light or the exhaustion was making Jean hallucinate but he could swear Levi smiled back.

His attention was pulled away from the two men when a hand came down on his shoulder and he turned to look at Eren who was carrying the last of his equipment in a heavy bag. Jean blinked at him, utterly unimpressed by the wide, satisfied grin on Eren's face. They had to scoot over to the side a bit when Sasha passed behind them with a large broom, ready to start sweeping the hall. Jean should probably go stack the chairs but his limbs wouldn't cooperate yet.

"You're welcome", Eren purred and gave an obnoxious wink. Jean felt like decking him but then again ... it had been Eren who'd given him the push he'd needed, even if he'd been horribly annoying while doing so.

"Yeah, yeah...", he mumbled instead. He probably wouldn’t be able to fight anyone even if Eren had deserved it.

"You're working the birthday next weekend?"

Jean sighed deeply, then gave a slow nod.

"Trying not to think about it, but yeah. Another long night..."

Eren shrugged, grin tilting as he winked once more, shifting the weight of his bag from one hand to the other.

"I'll make it pass by so fast you won't even know what happened", the DJ smirked and Jean scoffed.

"I highly doubt that", he said as Eren's hand came down on his shoulder again, clapping a quick goodbye. The man was already walking away, still way too smug for Jean’s liking, when he turned back around again and pointed at Jean.

"You should check Snapchat."

"What ... why...?"

But Eren just shrugged and slipped out into the foyer without another word. That had been ominous. But whatever Eren was talking about, it had to wait. Jean's phone was in the back and he'd be busy for a little while longer until he could get his stuff and be on his way home.

He crossed the hall and started stacking chairs, systematically working his way around the various tables until he'd cleared almost half of them. His arms and back were killing him when he decided to pause and stretch, his spine popping noisily as he bowed forward, trying to ease the ache in his shoulders. When he straightened back up he spotted Marco weaving his way through the tables and toward him.

"Almost done?", the man smiled as he sidled up to Jean. He was much more dishevelled than hours before, hair mussed and the top few buttons of his shirt opened, sleeves pushed up thoughtlessly to his elbows. He'd lost his suit jacket at some point, Jean noted. He also seemed tired but very happy. It was a good look on him.

"Yeah, almost...", Jean smiled back, even though it was weak and tired. There was no more energy left to put on his pleasant customer service facade. Besides, he felt like Marco wasn't here as a customer anymore.

"Want me to help you? It'll be much faster if we..." Marco was already reaching for one of the chairs but before he could grab it Jean slapped his hands away.

Mostly because Erwin would quite literally kill him if he caught them, making guests do his job was inexcusable, after all. But also because, no matter how often Jean had fantasized about making guests clean up their own mess, Marco was the last person he'd ever waited on who deserved it.

"Don't ... don't do that", he articulated his complex thoughts artfully. Marco seemed taken aback for a moment but caught himself again quickly, that beautiful smile spreading across his face once more.

"Alright, I mostly came to say goodbye anyway. And to say thanks, you and your whole team did an amazing job tonight, everyone I spoke to was very happy with the service!" The praise made warm pride spread through Jean's body, soothing the lingering aches in his back and legs just a little bit.

"You should leave a nice tip then", he grinned because hey, words were always appreciated but tips? They all loved tips even more. But Marco only waved his hand like Jean wasn't telling him anything new.

"Already left it with Levi, make sure you'll get your share", he smiled and man, had he really taken the time to learn all of their names? How perfect could he be?

"Oh I will, if there's one thing I make sure to get my share of it's tips."

"As you should, so..." Marco paused, eyes darting around the room. Sasha was sweeping the floor in the back of the hall and Mina was still milling about stuffing table cloths into a laundry basket but they were far away enough to at least give them a little privacy.

After making sure they wouldn't be spied on too badly Marco took another step forward, casually sliding into Jean's space like it wasn't a big deal at all, like he'd done it a million times.

Instead of tensing up at the sudden, unexpected proximity Jean's body relaxed, tired muscles loosening as Marco leaned down far enough to murmur into his ear.

"I'll call you tomorrow night." Considering how innocent the words were they had no business sounding this exciting, a low, almost suggestive rumble that made a completely unexpected shiver run down Jean's spine. He was a little embarrassed to admit it made him breathless. He swallowed before he could answer.

"Tomorrow", he grinned, trying to pull himself back together. "How needy of you. Aren't you supposed to wait three days or something?" Not that he knew, he wasn't exactly the type to go around collecting phone numbers. But it made Marco laugh, a smooth sound still way too close to his ear. Jean bit his lip. What was happening.

"I don't care about those rules..." Another way too suggestive rumble and then Marco pulled back enough to look at him, face soft and kind but eyes sparking. "I really want to take you out soon..."

Jean nodded, eyes flicking down to those plump lips without his permission. Again. He cleared his throat.

"Where ... where are you taking me?"

Marco shrugged, finally taking a step back so Jean could breathe easy again. The oddly relaxing effect of his body this close to Jean's stayed though.

"Not sure yet", the other man shrugged casually, eyes flicking up and down Jean's body like he could figure out his ideal date like that. "What do you think about Korean?" Jean felt a grin sneak onto his lips as he studied Marco in turn, giving a slow, impressed nod.

"Wouldn't say no to that", he said and jumped at a sudden, dull sound, head whipping around to find Mina setting down the laundry basket on the table closest to them. She gave them a pointed look because this was Mina and Mina did her judging in silence, but her presence was enough to make Jean feel bad for slacking off. There wasn't that much left to do, he could fight his way through it. And he'd see Marco soon enough, judging by the way the man was still looking at him.

So he directed a helpless little smile at Marco and shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess I better keep going or I'll never see my bed again..."

"Yes, sure", Marco smiled back, reaching out to wrap his fingers around Jean's arm, quickly and discreetly, squeezing it with gentle pressure. "I'll call you."

"Yeah..."

They lingered for a moment longer, time stretching between them, but then Marco pulled back and turned away, heading towards the foyer. Mina made a low sound in the back of her throat and Jean's eyes flicked over at her, taking in the sly smirk on her face and the way too knowing gleam in her eyes.

"Don't", he grumbled, grabbing the next best chair to heave it onto the half finished stack he'd left to talk to Marco.

"Oh, I'm not saying anything", she smirked and pulled the white cloth off the table. After stuffing it into the basket and hefting it back up into her arms she added. "You should really check Snapchat."

Jean frowned.

"Why does everyone keep telling me that?"

It was an hour later, after they'd finished their work for the night and had enjoyed a quick drink together, when he was on the way home and pulled the phone out of his pocket, that he understood. He'd kill Eren.

The End

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#JeanMarco #MarcoJean #JeanMarco fic #MarcoJean fic #Jean Kirschtein #Marco Bodt #Eren Jäger #snk #fluff #wedding au #waiter!Jean #guest!Marco #and here we have it #the happy ending we all deserved #my heart is still very soft about all of this #and i really really really enjoyed working on this with clara!!

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cheollies · 7 years ago

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100 MORE Reasons to Love Choi Seungcheol

such a fanboy for kdramas and watched Goblin with Mingyu

reenacted one of the goblin scenes with Mingyu and got really embarrassed

when he gave BTS’s Taehyung a gigantic hug during MAMA 2017

His ‘biorhythm’ part

Whenever he says ‘S.coups’ in the Seventeen songs like in Crazy in Love

When he came out of nowhere in boomboom mv to sing that tiny part after Joshua and basically shook the whole fandom

When Seungcheol switched lunches with Wonwoo who’s allergic to seafood, and despite the lunch being spicy which he doesn’t like, he still ate it

when he reassured Hansol about going on SMTM4

wants four kids in the future, three boys and one girl

‘I’m in charge of 12 kids right now, you think I can’t handle four’

when he’s such a huge dork with filters #filterking

when Seungcheol does the thing where he falls into Jeonghan or Joshua’s arms after he does something highly embarrassing

WHEN SEUNGCHEOL WAS ONE OF THE MC’S FOR DREAM CONCERT AND EVERYONE SITTING DOWN TURNED THEIR HEADS AT HIM BECAUSE HE LOOKED SO GOOD

Excited Seungcheol reuniting with the rest of Seventeen at the Dream Concert

Seungcheol thought it would be funny for the members to choose one person to take the penalty and everyone chose him and his facial expression was just full of regret

those pictures of Seungcheol where he’s in japan, and he’s wearing a pink button up and jeans and it looks like he’s waiting for someone and it’s basically boyfriend looks because we all know he’s waiting for you

Seungcheol eats really cutely, it’s just really cute to see him with his cheeks stuffed with food

When Seungcheol said ‘baby’

When he spent 10 seconds trying to open a door only to realize the door next to it was the door to use

Seungcheol really can’t do amusement park rides

Did you see him on my friend’s hometown, he got dizzy after a carousel

His 17 project teaser

That part in the Mansae mv where the girl turns around and is faced with a smiling Seungcheol

Beagle King

When he was dancing along to Pristin’s WeeWoo

When he did the little hand dances with Ailee at Korean Cable TV

Predebut Seungcheol laughing and pointing at Chan after Chan loses the ball came, and even reenacts how Chan looked

said because he was the youngest at home, he did lots of aegyo to his parents

His basketball skills

he was street casted the day he was escaping playing soccer with his friend (lol same)

Prebut Seungcheol doing as the MC said and being cute but the MC calling it ‘dirty’ and Seungcheol laughing

Predebut Seungcheol forcing Wonwoo to accompany him in having to do whatever the MC tells them to do

Predebut Seungcheol torturing Seungkwan after Seungkwan accidentally kicked him in his privates

He’s ticklish

When he danced to Talk Dirty

When Seungcheol and Seokmin switched parts in Adore U and so Seungcheol was the one being lifted during the ‘you are my angel’ part

2013, in the month of October, Seungcheol announced he and Jihoon were getting married

When Seungcheol jumped into the ground because he thought the others would catch him

Seungcheol hurting the fandom by singing in Don’t Wanna Cry

He did the Oppaya song at a fanmeet and was really embarrassed at the end of it

the time he put two chips in his mouth to make it look like a duck mouth

When a little boy attended a fansign, Seungcheol couldn’t keep his eyes off of the boy and was just staring at him with heart eyes when he was with Seungkwan

He does this thing sometimes during concerts where when he’s dancing, he’ll puff out his cheeks and make it seem like his dancing is nonchalant when he’s doing body rolls or hip movements like BOY you know what you’re doing

Confirmed that he is, indeed the dad of Seventeen

When choosing between a bad girl or a good girl, Seungcheol chose bad girl because at least she’d be warmer to him than others

Everyone knows the gif of him falling after a stage firework went off in front of him

During concerts Seungcheol always bends down to the fans to be really close to their phone

When he wears turtleneck and basically looks all fluffy and soft

That time he got scared of a bug

When he wore the blue Taekwondo uniform during a fanmeet

Seungcheol going through the fansign line as if he was a fan and continuously saying he was a Woozi stan

Predebut Seungcheol who used his taekwondo skills and took Mingyu down

When Seungcheol took down BTS’s Jungkook

That one gif where Seungcheol’s hair is black and it’s parted, and he’s wearing a black button up with black pants with a black belt, and he’s dancing, and he’s basically rubbing his hand down his chest before he grabs his belt buckle

That time he put on a cop hat and had a fake gun and pointed it at the camera and basically shot all of the fan’s hearts

Seungcheol imitating one of Monsta X’s member’s parts while they all screamed ‘S.coups’ as he approached

For his birthday in 2015, posted a video of the boys basically bowing to him like he was the boss

For his birthday in 2017, posted a pic of the boys basically sitting beside him as his workers and him obviously the boss

Even though he doesn’t prefer chocolate, he still ate the chocolate cake that the boys got him

That time Seungcheol had Jihoon sit on his lap

Said he’d date himself if he was a girl

All of his covers with Jihoon. Good Morning, Guilty, You Look Good, Officially Missing You

His cover of Merry Go Round with Seungkwan

The multiple times Seungcheol played with the cameras on 17tv

When he introduced himself as ‘Cheol’

Credits himself with putting the members in a straight line when walking

Tried to say schedule but kept messing up and saying sketch

When Seungcheol was compared to a camel and then Seungcheol imitated the face of a camel

When Seungcheol put on red lipstick and gave a big kiss to Mingyu

That time he was doing aegyo and he was shooting finger guns while clicking his tongue and then he got annoyed because he wasn’t getting any reactions from the boys

He dabs, like 500 times. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he dabs every five minutes. He’s almost as bad as Mingyu

He forgets the choreography a lot when on stage. Messed up on Very Nice so bad that he had to reenact it

Confused dad that took too long to try and straighten the camera and try to find the right angle while his kids desperately try to instruct him while in the back

The Star Show 360 where they parodied a bunch of scenes from movies and Seungcheol was basically a really hot bad boy

During 17tv speed Q&A, when Seungkwan asked, ‘who are you going to watch the fireworks with’ and Seungcheol looks straight into the camera and says ‘You’

When Seungcheol did Burning Karaoke with Seungkwan and Seokmin, and by the end of it, he’s just screaming

When Seungcheol does little pep talks while they are all doing the thing where they create a circle and grab each other’s thumbs

The time Seungcheol played with a little boy in the sand

When he arm wrestled a crew member but he got intimidated by all the crew’s padding so he jokingly asked if they could take it all off

He cut all the bait for the boys so they could fish

His cute little finger hearts that he’s shooting everywhere and every chance he gets

When he wears fake glasses and basically looks boyfriend aesthetics

When he wears sleeveless shirts and has all the Carats falling to their knees

Whenever he licks his lips is basically when every Carat is a Seungcheol stan

Check In aesthetics

Honestly who doesn’t love Choi Seungcheol in suspenders

Those times when he jumps on another member’s back and just has them carry them even though the member is probably suffering

WHEN SEUNGCHEOL DRESSED AS A VAMPIRE AND RUINED EVERYONE

The Seungcheol focus of him performing their cover of Super Junior’s U

WHEN SEUNGCHEOL BIT HIS LIP IN THE COVER OF U

Honestly any Seungcheol focus is bound to catch you

He literally lets the boys tease him so much

He cried during the Shining Diamond concert in Japan when the members brought out a cake for his birthday

When hip hop team covered vocal team’s ‘Don’t Listen in Secret’ and Seungcheol snatched everyone by going all out with his voice

SMA 2017 was Seungcheol’s era

Seungcheol cutely cringing whenever someone does aegyo

Instead of talking about his own rap style, he spent his answer complimenting and admiring Wonwoo’s style

When he sang in the all 13 member version of 20 and once again snatched everyone

Predebut Seungcheol being a backup dancer for After School and was such a cutie

‘Carats are not in a one sided love, you’re not in a one sided love, we’ll repay you until you feel it’

#bc honestly i can't get enough of this man #my love #seungcheol #scoups #seungcheol scenarios #svt #seventeen #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #choi seungcheol

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tomorrowwoman · 7 years ago

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Steven Universe: “Stranded“ Spoilers

So...Lars of the Stars and Jungle Moon. Two relatively BIG episodes.

Lars of the Stars shows the ever interesting growth between Lars and Sadie’s relationship, all without Sadie. Though I do rather question just how long Steven’s been away. It certainly seems like it’s been at least a week, probably more since he last saw Steven.

We certainly get to see much confirmation that Homeworld as a whole never built their tech to notice other species. Which is a bit odd given humans canonically fought back against Gemkind on Rose’s side during the Rebellion. “The Armors of the FALLEN!”.

And we’re introduced to the amusing and annoyed Emerald. XD With some hints that Centipeetle’s presumably a Nephrite.

Jungle Moon is the big whopper of the two though as we get to see Stevonnie in a more extended role. It’s actually quite adorable and hilarious seeing them continue to refer to their other halves while talking to “themselves”. “Goodnight Stevonnie.” “Goodnight Stevonnie.”

The dream sequence raises quite a few questions all while finally giving us a view of Pink Diamond. Needless to say that alone makes this a shocker.

This sequence is one of the oddest in the show. It’s not clear how it’s occurring or why. Some is explainable of course via Stevonnie’s fused status such as Connie’s mom in the dream. But it’s not clear WHERE the Diamond’s related part is coming from.

Presumably Stevonnie’s somehow tapped into Yellow Diamond’s mind, something we haven’t seen happen yet to anyone who wasn’t in a dream state (Lars or Kiki) or some other mental turmoil (Lapis and Jasper while fused in Malachite). But if so it’s HIGHLY convenient that this seems to happen without the OTHER person IE Yellow being aware of Stevonnie, though given they somehow seemed to take the place of Pink perhaps they DID. Unlike the prior mental or dream jumps this is shown almost extremely literally with no wavy motions in the same way so presumably though filtered through Connie’s mind it’s almost exactly true otherwise. Which shows Pink Diamond as about the same size of a Pearl or Quartz Gem so not large by any means.

The bigger shocks so far seem to be that Yellow had a motherly role of some kind to Yellow which while not entirely out of assumption is a surprise. The episode as a whole also seems to show that Pink attempted a colony on another world PRIOR to Earth. Why no one’s maintained it is a good question. Perhaps it’s considered too much of a failure? It after all didn’t seem to even be mined correctly compared to what Earth’s colony set up was shown to be planned for.

Pink Diamond’s gem also continues to raise interesting questions as it appears almost IDENTICAL to Rose Quartz gems (which is also true in real life)...

I’m sure I’ll think of more to say but whooo...those episodes. :D

#Pink Diamond #Yellow Diamond #steven universe #Stevonnie

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kxeptin · 5 years ago

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people I’d like to get to know better.

one / ( alias / name ) : Mariah (Real name). Riyah or Cavy (alias)

two / ( birthday ) : July 30

three / ( zodiac sign ) : leo

four / ( height ) : 5′ 3-5′2 (I short)

five / ( hobbies ) : Rping. Reading manga. Low key video games. Low key gardening (I like pretty things okay and I plant to murder or scare off mosquitoes and feed the guinea pig overlords + ladies)

six / ( favourite colour ) : pink

seven / ( favourite books ) : The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe or Shiloh

eight / ( last song listened to ) : A Mother’s Prayer

nine / ( last film or show watched ) : Idk. I barely watch tv or tv shows.

ten / ( inspiration for muse ) : -Byakuya: A big inspiration for any time I write a big brother muse is my relationships with my brothers, granted both of them are sarcastic and blunt and have absolutely no filter. They aren’t classy or highly educated like him but it’s more the fact that (especially my younger brother) are pretty protective guys. They would fight someone, and in fact, my younger brother nearly beat the ever living hell out of a guy we mutually didn’t like in high school cause he asked me ‘how I hadn’t annoyed my boyfriend to death yet’, granted that wasn’t the only time he had but still and when I was going through alot of drama with a former ex-friend’s now ex (it’s more complicated than it had to be) starting stuff he had my back and that protective instinct is definitely a core part of my portrayal of Byakuya. -Komamura: Hi! I’m Riyah. I’ve worked with dogs since my freshmen year of high school (keep in mind I am 24) and grew up with chow chows and own an akita. Guess where my inspiration came from? I’m kidding, partly, because a major inspiration for Komamura comes from how dogs act and react. Like I am trying to emphasize his more bestial traits because I really enjoy how dogs can tell you alot without really saying anything at all and I try to tap into that with Komamura. -Shunsui and Ukitake: Literally my biggest inspiration comes from me and my friends from high school, granted one is now kind of my boyfriend.

As far as Ukitake goes me and my best friend are both technically sick girls (I was diagnosed with severe RA at 3 years old and my bestie was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease shortly before she moved to my home state), but we literally get each other and our wierdness compliment each other, and we have literally done all kinds of cool with things over the years and even though she’s moved off to better places we are still the same weirdos. It’s a ‘You can’t make old friends’ kind of thing.

As far as me and my boyfriend, we were friends since my freshmen year of high school (and his sophomore year), and like my best friend his wierd just blends so naturally with mine. Except for him he is so charismatic, likeable and charming and it is unreal.

TL;DR more or less my two closest friends are probably big inspirations because the sheer fact they are do or die friends of mine and we’ve been friends literally so long that I feel like those dynamics just naturally blend in.

-Unohana: I can’t think of any particular for her, outside of the aspect of I like showing both the good and bad sides of darker characters like Unohana. Like she is willing to do some messed up stuff but she isn’t totally evil.

eleven / ( story behind url ) : literally meant to stand for Captain, I literally just looked up the word origin of the word captain and I stumbled upon the idea for my blog.

Tagged by: stolen from bones. Tagging: Keep the stealing going!

#Get Out Of The Dog House (Mun Speaks)#//I am literally a wierdo #//if anyone gets anything from this post it is the fact I am a wierdo

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bun-writes-things · 7 years ago

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At Last [ Yuguri x Hien]

What indeed would become of them now? Doma liberated and her Lord hien alive and hale. There is a warmth that blossoms in her chest whenever a gaze is cast upon her that for a long time now she wondered, exactly, what it was she felt. Love. Desire. Want...emotions so extreme and foreign, yet familiar in so many ways. To know a man like him could sway her heart so easily with a mere smile is enough to have her keep distant. The nights were becoming colder now and it was a time she felt truly homesick. She missed the sound of the ocean lulling her asleep as a child and of her parents that she had not realized that, as the sun was setting, another came up next to her until they spoke. So in her own mind was she that the auri woman could only give a startled gasp.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” The question is softly murmured as his arm pulls her closer and he holds her. “Why have you kept so distant? Your smile...it is not there to greet me. I miss it. Tell me Yugiri, what is it that weighs so heavy you must keep distant?”

Oh…

Oh so he noticed.

“Forgive me Lord hien,” she begins, pink dusting along her cheeks as her body leans into his hold reflexively. He smelled so wonderful, felt so warm and so sturdy it was a bit overwhelming and truly now was she all too happy to be held. She worried her feet would give, her knees weak with indescribable joy. “I never meant to worry you.”

Eyes turn up, smile soft and inviting. Never had she intended to worry her beloved Lord.

“I have been...thinking. Of my home…” of you she adds silently. Of her growing emotions and the fear of how intense they had become in the following days of peace when the empire was banished.

Hien nods and just smiles broader. He could indeed understand that all too well for he missed his own, but it is then he remembers a thing he once learned so now it is to Yugiri he imparts this knowledge.

“Your family may well be deep beneath the seas, protected by the currents yet you have family here too, family not by blood, but by oath and friendship. A trust built upon each other. A trust you have so rightly earned. For many of them see you as their family as they do me. We are heroes, my dear, and it is us to whom the people feel close to. We provide for them a sort of...family especially to those who no longer have any. Do you not see, my dear, how they so highly regarded you with love and adoration?”

Of course she knew. She could feel their warmth and love everytime she gazed upon them. Her shinobi family, the citizens themselves who so openly welcomed her. Indeed family may be of blood but it is more. Still as warmed to hear such words come from her Lord’s lips it is the fact he has called her ‘my dear’ and that is what has her heart beating rapidly again. What has her pulse quicken as she nods and turns the slights to bury her face in his chest, to breathe in his scent.

“Yes My Lord.”

“The sunset is beautiful tonight. Quite beautiful when one has a companion equally as lovely to watch it with.”

A pause. A half a beat and then her eyes are wide, head shooting up to gaze upon him.

“My lord?”

“Yugiri,” he starts off and leans in close with a hand to her cheek. “Why are you surprised?”

“I...I… um that is…” What does she say when his lips are so close, when his face is so near? It takes everything to keep herself in check, to not lean forward and close the distance. “Lovely?”

A genuine laugh escapes him and it is deep, rich and warm like his eyes and his face. A sound that has etched itself time and again into her heart and mind.

“Yes my dear. You. you are lovely...and I only wish I could have seen sooner.” The laughter quiets and his face grows more serious, a somber feeling tinges the air now as she waits with baited breath. “Yugiri, the idea of losing you at that time despite knowing you would be safe has indeed kept me up at late hours. I would wonder often when will I hear your voice? When would I gaze upon you and be comforted by your smile? Truly it does me some measure of comfort to have you hale and whole beside me now.”

Again she could only remain quiet, eyes never him even though her face is quite certain to be red as the blood of men she had spilled...the red of the setting sun behind them now.

“Come with me yugiri, it will be dark soon. I want to enjoy this night with you,” He murmurs softly and she has no choice, but to follow. His hand holds her own so softly it is enough to make her heart beat wildly inside the cage of her chest.

Inside and down the hallways, up the stairs until his room is in sight.

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The shojis are open and the cool breeze filters through and yet around them are lit many candles that the room itself feels inviting. Familiar. Hien does not wait for her to adjust, to overcome with the emotions calling to him that he takes her chin in hand and leans forward: A soft kiss yet it is demanding and controlling and dominating that she submits easily to it. A kiss that soon becomes more frenzied as their arms are now around each other, his hands in her hair and her arms around his neck bringing him far more closer to her than before. Pressed against him she can feel truly the warmth and the stirring heat within her core only grows, spreads through her limbs as their kisses deepened. Mouth on neck, nails clawing at skin it’s not to long after they are both naked upon the futon. What seemed an eternity they at last broke away panting and flushed and full of need. Hien wanted to continue but he wanted, also, to keep her on edge. Wanted to see his beautiful shinobi come undone from the endless pleasure he would give her.

“Yugiri,” He begins softly. “Do you trust me?”

“I do. I trust you with my entire being, Lord Hien.”

“If you want me to stop then tell me, i’ll stop it all. I do not wish to hurt you.”

How sweet was he? A soft smile glides along her lips.

“You could never hurt me, My Lord.”

Taking that as his answer he bids her to stay before moving to a chest he kept in his room. He pulls out a silk rope, made of the finest quality he could get his hands on. Curious the Auri woman wants to know what it is he intends to do with the rope until they are slowly being tied up. On her knees she spreads her legs wide as they can go and with each knot, with each limb secure he places gentle kisses along the skin and along her neck until he reaches her lips.

“Are you sure?”

“Lord Hien. I am most certain.”

With that final note of given permission he smiles and moves behind her, kneeling as one arm moves to secure her chest while the other moves down to her core, lets his fingers slide along the folds before slipping into her, teasing the entrance until she was squirming, moaning his name in hushed, revered breaths. It’s music to his ears when he hears how her moans become more hitched, her voice more breathless as she squirms and thrusts up into his fingers. She wants so much more from him and he won’t give it!

“Hien...oh gods...Hien please!”

“Please what? It’s not often I can make you beg...in fact I do not think i have ever heard you beg.”

“Lord hien please this is...no time...ahhhh please stop poking fun at me and give me it please,” she begs, annoyed and aroused and every bit embarrassed at being reduced to this and yet she loved it. She felt safe with him to be reduced to this, to allow him see every side of her she had hidden from the world.

“Alright love,” He murmurs and slips more than just one finger. With each finger he adds her moans grow more wild. He couldn’t but love how the ropes squeezed around her, how her strong, beautiful thighs seemed to strain and the way her stomach, so taut clenched in anticipation as her climax nears.

She had never in her life felt so alive, so on fire from such touches. Never had she allowed herself any luxury such as this and so to feel him tug on the rope which bound her, pulling her back against him so she could feel the thick, pulsing member of her Lord. “I want you so bad Yuguri. Give yourself to me,” he commands and who is she to deny?

“I’m your’s. I’ve always be your’s. Please my Lord…”

“On your knees,” He says and gently pushes her forward, her chest pushed against the softness of the futon as her lower half was exposed. It takes all his reserve to not move at once. She never specified what it was she wanted from him and though his own cock ached with the need to be relieved he ignores it in favor of spreading those plump, firm globes of flesh. His tongue licks a long strip from her core and up before he is busy eating her out with lewd, slurping sounds.

Unable to move, unable to do much besides thrust herself back against his mouth she is lost. Her cries are loud and long, pleasure dizzying as it rises to newer heights. Never had she imagined this lack of control would bring her to such a state of arousal that it never mattered if maybe her skin began to bruises from her movements, the ropes ever a restrictive nuisance that she loathed to admit she enjoyed.

“H-hie…” Gods above she couldn’t even speak his name as she came, soaking the bedding beneath them as if a waterfall suddenly poured out of her. It was so blindingly intense that she felt herself sway before her body is turned onto her back and he has her legs spread again.

“Yuguri, I’m going to enter you now, please...tell me if it’s too much,” He says before thrusting in one, swift move which caused her eyes to well with tears at the hazy pain. She didn’t expect him to fill her so good like this. Never imagined how full he could make her. It takes time to adjust and she knows he took her virginity, can feel a soreness that seemed to momentarily cause her to ignore the heady pleasure from before.

With no word of complaint he pulls out slowly before entering again: a process he repeats in slow, careful strokes so as to help her adjust to the size. Kisses are pressed to her cheeks and lips, hands moving to toy and play with her breasts, kisses moving to her neck.

“M-More…”

Hien strains to hear her, but when she repeats it again for him he smiles. He had not hurt her then. Good. He loved her so much.

“As you wish my Yuguri…”

The pace quickens slowly and soon he is grunting, eyes closed and head tilted back as he grips her hips and lifts her up, thrusts into her deep and harder until he feels nothing aside from her heat and her tight vice like grip. It’s maddening and enthralling and wonderful all at once. It’s not long now, he knows, can feel his own climax start to build.

“W-with me Yugiri….” He groans out, breathing labored as he speeds up, throws caution to the wind as he pounds her hard and fast into the futon, swallowing each cry of pleasure with his lips until at last they are both coming as one. Neither cared if the whole castle heard them for they were happy.

When senses return it is hien who responds first. Pulling from her he moves to gently untie her legs and ankle first, rubs the soreness of her thighs and feet. Soft kisses and gentle touches as he works to undo the rest of the knots, lets her breathe as he gently stretches her out. It is then he noticed she had passed out and he smiles at this. Never had he seen her so truly rested, so relaxed. Freed of the restraints he placed a gentle kiss to her lips and then adjusted themselves so they could crawl under the soiled duvet. He would deal with that later for now? Now he wished to just hold her as the moon finally rises and the last of the candles blow out.

“I love you…Yuguri.”

#ff14 #smut #hien x yuguri #what is this #i am sorry #i tried

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narisblog · 8 years ago

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Master list of my favorite Bangtan fanfics

OT7 fics:

Bangtan Unleashed (Pt.2 is here)- Nobody knows the real Bangtan. What happens when the stage personas drop and the filter comes down? Pure insanity that's what.

Make Me Begin- When Jungkook is attacked, in the middle of their comeback, the rest of BTS struggle to come to terms with it and their own feelings for each other.

Blue Balls- Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung have a bet on who will the last the longest without getting off.The others then get involved.

Yoonmin:

Expensive Tastes- The fact that submitting to his own tastes empowers Yoongi so much makes Jimin think that he and Min Yoongi are practically made for each other.Jimin is a spoilt little thing who loves expensive gifts and attention, and Yoongi cannot help but indulge him.

Yoonmin Tumblr Requests- a place for me to dump my tumblr requests for those who want to read them! probably will be mostly yoonmin smut unless people request other things

Lock and key- Jimin had been rubbing up all over him ever since he got home, telling him he smelt good. Yoongi blanched as the realization hit him.Ah shit.

give me your full attention- “I didn’t want a roommate in the first place but you’re really fucking hot and I'm having a hard time studying since you just walked into our dorm with sweaty limbs after your stupid dance practice and now I can’t concentrate on anything else but you, fuck you.”

stuck on you- jimin doesn't do the whole fwb thing, it was too complicated and people didn't interest him enough to stick around, but he guesses that he could make an exception for yoongi's sakeーat least until the grouchy, mint-haired guy starts making him feel weird things, that is.

Head Cold- “Then why did you sneeze? You only sneeze when you’re feeling sick.”“I’m not sick!” Jimin yelled, flicking his tail at Yoongi and kicking his feet furiously. Yoongi glared at him, and Jimin returned it, quirking an eyebrow in competition.“Do you wanna get spanked?” Yoongi growled, his glare growing darker.“I dare you, Daddy.”Or: Yoongi suspects Jimin is sick, and Jimin is less than happy about his oncoming cold.

Perfect Is the Sound of You Breaking- Jimin likes being good, he likes being perfect.

Take Me To Church- Jimin, much to his chagrin, has a demon called Yoongi living in his bedroom. Things would be easier if Yoongi were a soul sucking monster instead of charming and unfairly hot.

NamJin:

Trouble- "I think you'd look good in black stockings."

tell me how you want your gift- (Feat. Yoongi)- tfw yoongi and namjoon don't remember seokjin's birthday is in, like... a week.sequel to twos company, threes a party

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself- Every time Jin bends over, Namjoon slaps his ass. It was supposed to be a joke the first few times, but now Jin seems to be bending over a lot more.

Thinking out loud- It's funny how that brain to mouth filter works huh? Well maybe not funny, But it certainly makes for a Lovely icebreaker. Even when you didn't ask.....

The beauty and the monster- (warning:lots of smut/possible triggers) Jin is the heir to his parents' large company, but he doesn't act like the typical spoiled rich boy. Namjoon is a ruthless criminal that will stop at nothing to get what he wants. With the help of his closest gang members he is bound to succeed in everything. What happens when the beauty collides with the Monster? Not your average fairy tale.

get on your knees (say pretty please)- Seokjin hates Namjoon, and then of course, the two of them get stranded on a cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Pink- Namjoon would do anything to please his pretty princess.

up and coming; we’re fucking in an elevator- When Seokjin finally arrives home from a very long trip, Namjoon finds that he can barely control himself.

Pack Mentality (Kinda OT7)- Namjoon is possessive.

You are Only Hiding from Yourself (Feat. Yoongi)- Omegas were not allowed in K-pop. It was too risky but Jin wanted in. So like any closet omega he took suppression meds to change his smell to a beta. He got them sent from home so that everyone would not see and religiously he took them every day. But when he runs out of meds on a trip to America he soon realizes that he is putting the group at risk when his heat triggers two more.

Sope:

Everything Gone Wrong- The first thing that went wrong in Yoongi's life was when his parents signed him up as a volunteer for the new governmental genetic experiment.Then he woke up as a sort of human-wolf hybrid.And got stuck with six idiots under the same roof.All of them are eager to find out their ranks, and Yoongi specially wants to Alpha them all.He should have known that nothing would go as he desired.

Game over (Fantasy fulfilled)- Back at their apartment, Yoongi and Hoseok finish what they started at the club

The games we play (My Fantasy)- Min Yoongi knows for a fact that fantasies can become reality

Sun and Moon - You are my other side- Everyone at their university said that they both wouldn't make a very good pair because of the clash and contrast in their personalities. Boy were these other students quick to judge. Min Yoongi - A hybrid musician with the genetics of both a vampire and a nix - and Jung Hoseok - A dancer with the genetics of a nix - have been best friends since the last year of their middle school days.They now have ten pure years of friendship - a few disagreements here and there. Though, Yoongi and Hoseok kept their - well fucking hidden - 3 year raging crushes they've had towards each other - that developed on their first year of college - a secret.It wasn't until their first year at University, not even two weeks into the first semester. Yoongi got annoyed at a female student who tried to grab - read: steal - Hoseok's attention. So Yoongi decided that it was now or never, and to be fair Hoseok had never been so relieved - but lowkey pissed off that it took this long - for Yoongi's confession, that day. The only ones who know about Yoongi and Hoseok's relationship; is the small friendship group that was assembled through their roommates / classmates. Everyone else is utterly clueless.

we write sins (not tragedies)- Rival Erotica writers Yoongi and Hoseok. 50% crack, 50% porn.

Kookmin:

come on and bare your teeth- Jimin heard a twig snap somewhere in the distance, and he looked up……and found himself staring right into the eyes of a wolf. When Jimin runs away, he certainly doesn't expect to find a new home in the form of a bunch of furry beasts living inside a rock.

I’m the Hyung- Request/Prompt: No matter how many times he asserts his "hyung" status over Jungkook, Jimin still has a secret 'thing' for being dominated by him

i am a good boy (Feat. Taehyung)- The ideal couple. Jimin was short and soft in all the ways Jeongguk was tall and hard. The stuff of highly rated KBS dramas, Taehyung supposed.Until recently.aka taehyung stumbles upon (more like into) the true dynamics of his best friend's relationship ft. power bottom jimin, eager to please jeongguk and thirsty taehyung

Headed to Hell for the Company- A series of one-shots depicting Taehyung's time with his mildly sex-crazed half-demon boyfriend Jungkook.

Vkook:

Nice dream- … And he awakens, drenched in sweat, to see Jeongguk leaning over him. He feels an unmistakeable tightness in his pants. How embarrassing.“Are you okay?” the other asks, face pink. Taehyung blinks a couple of times.“Yeah, just a dream, no worries,” he reassures, voice scratchy. He hopes Jeongguk can’t tell.

Worth The Wait- Jeongguk's about to go crazy waiting for the next time the four of them can have some fun together. Luckily, one afternoon they all find themselves alone in the house once again.Lots of smut, though with a teeny bit of plot. This is a follow up to Sunday Morning, though could potentially be read as a standalone.

Assassin’s Order- CEO Taehyung gets tangled up in some illegal business without even knowing and when Assasin Jeongguk gets assigned to extract information from him after being caught, he realizes in what mess he's gotten himself into and agrees to cooperate with the assassins, after learning their true reasons, to bring down his uncle's company. What Jeongguk and Taehyung didn't expect was falling for each other in the progress.

Disaster- ALL that Jungkook needed was a click and his inner Slut was discovered and of course having a strictly religious family didn't stop him from opening his legs willingly for anyone as long as he was going too get fucked well !EXCEPT FOR ONE PERSON: V the college asshole playboy And Taehyung's only mistake was being born as V's twin brother & being in love with Jungkook.

You Are My Fifth Season- Jungkook loved Taehyung when the latter couldn't love himself. Will that love resist the hardships ahead?Or: The tales of a flawed/innocent Taehyung and a player/playboy Jungkook.-"Trust me?" -"Thrust me."

Up Above the Parachutes- Taehyung is a flight attendant, Jeongguk catches his eye (and his pants).

Notice Me Hyung- Taehyung is too stupid to understand and Jungkook must change that.

I was.- Jungkook is a sexually frustrated teen with raging hormones and shit while Taehyung is tired as fuck and he just want to take his beauty sleep.

Other ships:

Stuck in a rut (KookJoon feat. Hobi and Yoongi)-Jungkook goes into rut for the first time. Yoongi and Hoseok were just trying to help a bro out.

Burnin’ Up (Namseok)-PROMPT FILL: from anon; “I was wondering if you could write an omegaverse namseok fic, with omega namjoon? Totally fine if you cant, I was just curious ♡.”

빨간색 [And Black] (HopeMin)- Red and black. That's all that mattered at the moment.

To Know Reverence (HopeMin)- Fills for the nsfw 30 days otp challenge prompts.

Crows, Flowers, and Apples (Taegi)- Yoongi is a boxer who goes by the name Agust D, Taehyung is his boyfriend/ring boy. Or: Yoongi just got finished with a match and unwinds with Tae in the shower. aka puppies, piercings, tatttos and fluff not to mention smut

Tell Daddy what you wanna do (YoonKook)- Yoongi accidentally calls Jungkook daddy.

there are two kinds of cake (YoonJoon)- both of them you eat.(lmao alternatively it's namjoon's birthday and yoongi gets cake)

Twisted (YoonKook)- In which Yoongi is a pyromaniac in every sense of the word, Jeongguk is a psycho who is also perpetually horny and Taehyung is just an innocent bystander … (except, not really).

#masterlistbtsfics #fanfics #Bangtan #ships

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iosihexa · 8 years ago

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petals for your efforts

ao3 link

warnings: none

ship: dan / phil

wordcount: 1757

extra stuff: tiny trace of pastel dan, dreaded 2nd person POV but according to a few people i pull it off In A Manner That Is Readable, soft, high school setting (ish), i recommend reading on ao3

You catch your first glimpse of him – the real him, you think, or at least a part of him that is a little more raw – at the far end of an overground station platform. Granted, you’re perhaps a bit more than distracted given the dismal weather, everything feeling blurry and a little too bright against the glary pale grey of the clouds, but. He’s there. And he looks miserable, clutching what looks like a delicately wired flower crown with sad, wet petals between his fingers.

For a brief moment, you’re highly tempted to wax poetic about his hands, because they’re beautiful, but there are other issues at hand.

“Hey,” you begin, and wince because you absolutely did not think this through. “Dan, right? Doing alright?”

He stares back at you, hair curling slightly from the moisture – he must straighten it every day, you muse – and then promptly looks back down to his shoes. “Hello, Phil.”

The two of you aren’t really in the same friendship circles. You have been vaguely aware of Dan since the beginning of the school year, but it’s a whole new experience to see him out of uniform and wearing – well.

“That colour looks nice on you,” you comment, gesturing vaguely towards the pale pink jumper he’s wearing, and squint, leaning closer to the little design in the centre of the shirt. “Is that an egg?”

He looks at you again, and you’re satisfied to note that he looks happier now, if a little amused. “Yes. Sunny-side up, so the egg’s name has been delegated Sunny. Also, thanks,” he surveys your own attire carefully, “your, uh. Subtle selection of black clothing is pretty neat, I guess.”

A nervous laugh manages to escape you lips as you gesture towards the flower crown still grasped gently between his fingers. “Can I take that? Perhaps it’ll be good to have some colour on me for a little while. I’ll return it on Monday at school?”

He looks surprised, to say the least. You blame the general concept of toxic masculinity and also the fact that he probably thinks you are the strangest, most uncouth person to have ever interacted with him.

Nonetheless, reaches up and places the flowers in your hair, and studies you evenly. “Looking good,” he says, and winks, and you think that you like him a bit.

DAN: look im just saying but you have to get your priorities straight WATCH THE CLASSICS FIRST god I cant believe you havent even watched fmab yet PHIL: Ok, ok, but sometimes I can’t help but go into the weird obscure things my friends recommend me, you know? PHIL: like it’s not like I know any better PHIL: anyways fine!!! I’ll watch your weird animes. But you have to read that novel I recommended to you. DAN: if it’s along the same lines as a john green novel phil i swear to god i’m never trusting your recs again PHIL: hey! John green’s books aren’t that bad. romance isn’t as bad as you make it out to be. PHIL: and it’s a good book, I promise. It’s exactly the kind of hipstery thing you’d like DAN: what on earth are you insinuating DAN: ok one of the protags isn’t straight I can get behind this PHIL: I can’t believe I managed to peg your interests just like that. DAN: hey, now. PHIL: Just read it. Tell me if you cry at the end :D DAN: i wont DAN: we must discuss this book when ive finished reading on saturday

Your mother is probably extremely glad that you’re getting out of the house of your own accord to meet up with friends for once. Or just a friend. Singular. You’re not about to admit it, but you’re very ready to see Dan in soft, colourful, non-school related clothing again.

He’s sitting in the very corner of the café you agreed to meet at, hunched away over what looks like a milkshake, and you take the opportunity to admire the robin’s egg blue of his shirt, and the demeanour of calmness he seems to have cast over himself, still reading the book you lent him. It’s just starting to sprinkle as you make your way into the shop and order.

“Hello,” you say, and he looks up and his smile stretches across his face languidly, dark eyes making contact with yours – he seemed awkward with eye contact the first time you talked to him at the station those few weeks back, but now it’s fine.

You curse the existence of involuntary physical responses as you heart beats a tiny bit faster, because it’s only been a few weeks, but you do like him. You’re not in denial, just frustrated and perhaps wishing that you could have a highschool romance story like any silly romcom film you’ve watched.

“Thought you were going to abandon me, like the terrible person you are,” he says, still grinning as he pats the seat next to him. “Sit down. We have some important themes and subtextual information from within this book we need to discuss.”

He slides the novel over to you, finger tracing a few lines. “Here, see this? And,” he flips a few pages over, “this? They only talk twice in the whole book – yes, I’ve been rereading – and yet everyone is convinced they’re in love. Remind me why, again?”

You smile back, and push his hand off the book. “You’re reading into it wrong,” and from the way his gaze challenges you, you’re willing to bet you’ll have a fun discussion.

Dan leans his head back on your blanket, somehow already at ease. The late afternoon light is filtering in through the windows, casting hazy, shattered beams of sun onto the bed.

“Your room is exactly as nerdy as I thought it would be,” he laughs a bit, and reaches over to examine the cactus you have placed on your desk. “You’re absolutely the type to name your plants, aren’t you? What’s this one’s name?”

You glance over. “Alistaire the Second,” you say. He lets out his soft, quiet laugh, the one that makes you feel a little bit more intimate and as if he trusts you.

“Of course,” he mutters quietly, then stares at you, not for the first time today. “Let’s paint our nails.”

“Our- what?”

He seems almost disappointed. Almost. “My sister let me take her collection of polishes, and I figured since I’m sleeping over, we should do cliche teenager sleepover things. And, since all the stuff boys are probably supposed to do during sleepovers are a lot less interesting than, say, gossiping about dudes and painting nails, we should do this.” He looks nervous for a moment. “Unless you don’t want to. We can put on a movie whilst we do it though, that’d be cool.”

Nodding vigorously, you set up your laptop and he brings out a suspicious number of glass bottles from his bag, looking a little relieved. You examine his array of colours, laughing a little bit. “Fluorescent yellow, a dodgy shade of mauve, this awful olive colour - this is quite a selection.”

He just does his grin again, and holds up a nice, bright, RGB colour wheel-worthy shade of blue. “This one for you. Actually,” he says, pushing another few bottles forwards, “you can have a rainbow.”

You end up playing Mulan in the background (Disney never fails), and he paints each nail on your left hand a different, horribly bright colour. In turn, you paint all his nails a wobbly black, except his pinkies, which he insists are painted a nice, glossy white. He wiggles his hands in front of your face. You have the urge to lick his hand, just because it’d be gross and maybe annoy him a little bit.

“Piano hands, Philly,” he says, and you look down at your own nails, which have very wobbly jobs as well.

“Uh. Vaporwave unicorn hands, Danny,” you reply, and he does his soft laugh again. Your gut clenches, and you decide you have to tell him before you regret staying quiet for months and months.

“Listen, D-”

“Oh yeah, heck,” he interrupts, jumping off the bed. “Look here, I got you a flower crown, I nearly forgot. We don’t talk about my favour for pastel clothing much, but you seemed to like the one I gave you at the train station a few months back, so you can have this.” He’s holding out a different crown, with slightly smaller roses on it, petals stained pink and orange and looping neatly with a few small leaves. “You don’t wear enough warm colours. Look, even your room is just blues, greens, black and white.”

“Thanks, Dan,” you say, almost whisper, and slot the flowers on your head. There’s a wash of fizzling happiness that rushes over you, and then you steel your nerves, pausing the film. “Listen, Dan,” you start again, and he looks ridiculously concerned for you, a tenebrous expression that you want to wipe off his face and replace with warmth again.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, and you shake your head.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing super terrible. Although I guess it depends on how you take it, but…”

“Oh, come on, Phil, you’re not allowed to keep me in suspense like this,” he jokes, wavering.

Your brain just a one-eighty and you collapse back onto your pillow. The flower crown is dislodged slightly, flipping back and resting against the headboard. “I can’t do this,” you groan, and stretch out your hand. “Here, take it.”

“What?”

“My hand. hold it.”

Silently, he acquiesces. “Um, Phil-”

“Look,” you say, staring at the ceiling fan, watching it spin lazy circles above you, “I kind of fancy you. In, yeah, that kind of way. I don’t know, but I like you a lot, so I guess that’s that. I mean,” you mumble, beginning to ramble, “I know you’re my friend and you probably don’t- ah.” You’re cut off by Dan flopping down next to you, lacing his fingers with yours.

“It’s alright, Phil.” he says, flicking your head. “I think you’re pretty neat too,” and he gives your hand a squeeze. You think about how nice you thought his hands were when you first saw him at the station. Outside, the summery orange tint of sunset has darkened into a shadowy navy, and the sky flashes white and blue with lightning, a thunderstorm carving patterns of rain down the window. “No kissing till the third date, though,” he teases.

You can accept that.

#phanfiction #pastel dan #phan #How To Tag Fics #hexagonal words #this is really quite bad but i needed to write something because my brain loves procrastination

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thewoodtemple0-blog · 7 years ago

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Remember The Last Good Memory You Had At The Beach During Last Summer?

Packing backpacks, driving to the local beach, swimming under the heat and leaving with sun-kissed skin? How about making it more chic and colorful with perfect wood-framed sunglasses?We’re just a wiggle away from summer, so let’s get started by discussing the Essential Formula, on buying the perfect wood framed polarized sunglasses:

What we’ll cover:

1. Wood Materials: The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly

2. UV Protection: UVA & UVB Light Finally Explained

3. Frame Shape & Style Guidelines

4. Lens Colors: Can you taste the Rainbow?

5. Polarization: Achieve Crystal Clear Vision

6. Where to buy & price: What’s your budget?

EBONY Wood, typically used for dark-styled shades, is a type of hardwood with dark accents. Don’t lose your shades though, since Ebony-made sunglasses sink in water!

BAMBOO Wood, one of the most popular types, typically found in Southeast Asia can be used either natural or dyed. Due to its extreme strength, it was used by most East Asian countries for construction. Talk about sunglasses harder than your home!

ROSE Wood is a very durable, fragrant type of wood. Usually dark with a tone of red on it, it’s one of the most used types of wood with any kind of accessory. Romantic types may want to have this due to its color!

ZEBRA Wood ,true to its name, is striped! Usually found in the African region, its distinct style is it's regular or irregular dark stripes and streaks. If the Zebra is your spirit animal, this is definitely a great choice!

UV Protection: UVA & UVB Light Finally Explained

It’s highly likely that your mom might have shouted “Don’t forget your sunglasses!” whilst packing up for the beach. It’s not just due to mother’s love, and luckily, we have science to explain what

Ultraviolet radiation is to us!

● UVA Rays – These rays have been linked to certain eye diseases like cataracts and macular degeneration. We definitely enjoy the bright light of the sun, but we definitely don’t want to be blind!

● UVB Rays – Love getting your skin tanned after a long day at the beach? These rays are the culprit.

Frame Shape & Style Guidelines: Is bigger actually better?

Bigger is actually better, especially in sunglasses. Having talked about the protection provided by our lovely shades, the larger the coverage, the greater the effect. Though we don’t want to look like over-sized bees swarming the beach, and we definitely want to have the frame style that suits our faces. Here’s a little guide to know about the ideal frame style for your unique face.

What set apart SQUARE FACES are their wide foreheads and cheekbones. Most Celebrities, especially male hunks, are SQUARE-FACED.

It’s best to don Aviator Style or Round sunglasses, or even Cat Eye styled ones if you’re up for it! Talk about looking like Brad Pitt or Rihanna!

When it comes to versatility, OVAL-SHAPED faces are the kings and queens. They can basically wear ANY type of sunglasses.

If your face is shaped like an egg, thank your lucky stars, since you follow the get-up of James Franco or Taylor Swift!

HEART-SHAPED or TRIANGLE-SHAPED faces are accented with a sharp jaw line and wide forehead. If you have this kind of face, you’re in luck.

Not everyone can don Cat-eye or Retro Square Frames with style as much as you do! Just take a look at our friendly neighborhood Deadpool star Ryan Reynolds and Fashion Queen Tyra Banks!

ROUND-FACED celebrities such as Elijah Wood and Mila Kunis are fans of Retro Square sunglasses for a reason, they don’t have harsh angles. To add differing shapes for balance, Rectangle or Brow-line shapes are also ideal. Avoid curves; we don’t want to look eggier than you already are!

Lens Colors: Can you taste the Rainbow?

Most of the time, we mainly buy our sunglasses to inject fun colors into our otherwise, boring real world. Ever wondered how they really work? Believe it or not, there’s a science behind it. Let’s talk about how the colors of our lenses affect our visual perception.

GREEN LENSES are generally believed to reduce eye-stress since Green is so easy on the eyes. This means you can use this basically anywhere. This is true since it doesn’t distort colors, all while dimming glare and improving low-light conditions. Green is good, as they mostly say.

BROWN or AMBER LENSES are great for outdoor activities like driving, tennis and even golf! It’s due to it enhancing contrast and depth perception. It’s best for indoors as well, especially with introverts who like spending their time in front of a computer or TV, since these block Blue Light, which causes eye strain. Binge on every activity without the hassle, in style!

YELLOW LENSES make your perception like that of a super-hero. Why? It increases visual clarity in foggy and/or dark places. It even filters blue light like a boss, leaving no room for fatigue in long gaming or TV watching sessions. It even makes you look like a happy person. Make sure you hold that necessary sunflower while you’re at it.

BLUE or PURPLE LENSES are very popular for looking so good, inside and out. It enhances color perception, making it possible to see the world more vividly as it should be. It’s also helpful in reducing glare, so it’s best when you’re out fishing. The sharks will definitely love your taste, no pun intended.

GREY or BLACK LENSES, cool as they may seem to be, also have different great effects on perception. Out of all sunglasses tints, they’re the best in providing true color perception. This is the most ideal one if you just want to appreciate real-world colors. Spies and Secret Agents, as serious as they may look, actually see the world more beautiful than others. Wow.

Finally, PINK or RED LENSES offer the greatest amount of contrast out of all lens colors. This makes it a great companion for driving, due to increased road visibility and visual depth, all while reducing eye strain. Planning a long driving trip to the beach? Keep yourself safe and hassle-free with these!

There are more than just these tints for your choice of wood sunglasses, though they are all in the same hue as these ones we’ve included. Check out your local color wheel to find out what’s nearest from it!

Polarization: Do you really need Crystal Clarity?

Everyone knows the annoying feeling of light glaring at us during an activity, like fishing or even just jogging in the morning after a light, night rain. This is where Polarized Sunglasses work best. Basically, these sunglasses’ lenses are chemically coated to reduce glare significantly. Basically, you will see more of what’s out there without the ever-excited sun spoiling the fun.

Polarized Sunglasses usually cost more than non-polarized ones, though the benefits are crystal-clear. Though, it’s up to you if you’re willing to spend the extra buck for extra protection against glare. If you hate glare as much as we do but just wants to reduce light coming to your eyes, it’s still a great choice to choose non-polarized ones.

Where to buy & price: What’s your budget?

Almost ready to buy your very own, perfect pair of wood sunglasses, but don’t know where to start? We’ve listed some of the best stores while keeping your budget in mind. LOCAL DEPARTMENT STORES which sell Wood Sunglasses can be found in your area or city. It’s pretty easy to find your perfect pair on these since you can try them on before buying. Your local favorite shops like TARGET, WALMART, and AMAZON all have their own sources, especially Low to Mid priced Wood Sunglasses.

LOCAL or ONLINE NICHE STORES are pretty much the best spots to look for your ideal wood sunglasses. These stores specialize in selling Wood Sunglasses since it’s their flagship product. You can basically buy your whole family their own shades. Check out WOODIES, WOODZEE and SHADETREE SUNGLASSES.

REFERENCES:

To read more about Wooden Sunglasses and how to make sure you’re picking the ideal one for you:

http://www.songofstyle.com/2018/01/the-90s-are-back-micro-sunglasses-shopping-guide.html

https://bonocle.com/2012/02/24/my-first-woody-sunglass-capital/

https://www.yesstyle.com/blog/2018-04-12/sunglasses-trends-that-should-be-on-your-radar-trendspotting/

https://wickedwoodcollection.wordpress.com/2015/03/04/welcome-to-wicked-wood/

#Wood Framed Polarized Sunglasses #BAMBOO Wood #PINK or RED LENSES

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