#If you want ppl to see your work be patient (it could take years for your stuff to be seen) and be genuine
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Yes! We are speaking from experience! It has helped me to take regular long breaks and not force myself to make art to post online on a regular basis. The break resets my expectations from being unrealistic so that every interaction means something to me and I start making art because I enjoy making it and sharing it, not just because Iām chasing a āhighā. Admittedly, the internet has allowed for many artists to get exposure and even use it as a job, but realistically if you are pursuing art as I career look at real life opportunities!! Look for contests and art exhibits to put your work in! Thatās the stuff that will matter more than how many people follow you on social media :)
Small artists you need to understand that when you see an artist who you think has 'made it' tells you not to worry about the numbers and to not fret about getting more likes than reblogs they are not telling you it because they think you are stupid for caring or because they dont need to network to survive they are very likely telling you that because they have witnessed first hand the way the numbers game tears people to shreds in terms of mental health and motivation
#Yeah.. and also the likes and follows always have potential to keep going up so thereās no actual moment that you will feel satisfied#The follows especially are appreciated but they donāt mean much if most people that follow you donāt interact#and it gets so easy to establish a new norm of getting a surplus of people looking at your work only for them to start leaving#and think itās a failing on your part and stress over what you did wrong and thus ignore how good it is#you still have the regulars who show up and comment (yāall are fantastic and so wonderful <3)#The algorithm is not worth it to try to appease please keep making art for the sake of it and your own enjoyment#This is why my instagram has so many posts because I was on that grind for four years and then dsmp happened and boosted my following#to an insane level it was only because I joined a really popular fandom at the right time that got me where Iām at#but I want people to be able to see how much time it took for that to happen cuz these things donāt happen instantly either#If you want ppl to see your work be patient (it could take years for your stuff to be seen) and be genuine#anyway this is definitely turning into me rambling
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Astrology observations-33
I notice a lot of Taurus moon/mars people tend to hoard a lot. Iāve seen ppl with this placement go thru periods in their life where they lost a lot of valuable things whether it be because of money issues of moving away or they may have had a period in their lives where material possessions were very scarce.
Venus in retrograde people tend to come off very cold in social situations. Iāve only seen a handful of ppl with this placement bc itās quiet rare to find but I notice they tend to lack social graces so people assume they are rudeā¹ļø but deep down these ppl are so shy and sweet. I also notice this is lowkey a beauty aspect like ppl with this placement be sooo FINE but they never see it themselves (similar to Venus square Ascendant)
Saturn square Venus synastry is SOOOO annoying to have for both parties. You both wanna connect badly but everytime you interact thereās this overly formal way you guys about things especially on Saturns end. These people are so attracted to eachother too but thereās always something that keeps you from really getting to know this person whether it be distance, vulnerability problems, communication barriers ect. It usually takes these people a long ass time to connect but when they do itās so long lasting just takes a lot of trust.
Aries sun/venus tend to try to over dominate their partners and friends a lot. I notice these people always try to compete with others to prove their superiority. This can cause them to have a bully reputation.
Mars in Taurusās tend to work best when they are working with their hands ESPECIALLY in nature. They are usually amazing farmers/gardeners.
Mars in 3rd house people tend to have a very intense relationship with their siblings. They usually grew up arguing with them a lot or not getting along. Could also indicate having aggressive siblings. Could have a lot of resentment towards them.
Dating a Sag Venus & Aqua Venus just feels like youāre being friendzonedš
Scorpio moons tend to get really embarrassed when they act out of emotion (Scorpio suns too but Scorpio moons definitely take the cake) they can lose control of their emotions for a second then start ghosting you for like a year lmao.
Aquarius risings are all soo hottt but when you get to know them deeper your just kinda like ā????ā Uk
Aquarius suns tend to be the least ambitious. They arenāt as attached to money like most I notice. (Unless they got a lot of Taurus and Capricorn)
Virgo moons are such clean girls š§¼
Venus in the 7th house people (especially with libra in the big three) usually canāt be alone for too long. Needs a lot of romantic attention to function. I notice if they donāt get that they tend to lowkey self destruct and go back to toxic exes.
Venus in the 2nd house people have the best self esteem. People usually only associate this placement with finances but people forget 2nd house also rules self worth. When positively aspected these people have such a deep love for themselves which turns them into a magnet. However If underdeveloped they can be very pessimistic & greedy & attract a lot of narcissists that use them for their $$.
Aries sun Cap moon people tend to be bullies.
Lilith in Pisces people tend to victimize themselves in every situation where they may be viewed negatively. They hate being held accountable for their faults.
Aries placements love provoking people and pushing their buttons. They find it stimulating.
Do not argue with someone with a Virgo moon and Scorpio Mars unless youāre ready to cry your eyes out for months
Taurus moons are usually very shy especially with a water/earth mercury it can be harder for these people to make friends due to their fear of getting out their comfort zone. You usually have to be very patient with these people they scope you out for awhile before they decide they want to be friends. Be lucky if they pick you too cuz they are PICKY.
When a Scorpio rising is attracted to you they will STAREEE INTO YOUR EYES. They are the masters at silent seduction. They wonāt be overly flirtatious but the minutes they look at you itās like theyāre looking into your soul. And while it can make your heart stop it is very intimidating at times. You see so much obsession in their eyes when they like you. But when they hate you itās like youāre invisible to them they wonāt even acknowledge your presence most of the time.
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dessert before dinner ā” gale dekarios x f!reader
nsfw (18+) - minors DNI or i will call the cops and also ur mom
word count - 4.3k
description - domestic life with you has turned gale into a big softie, in more ways than one-- he's already got the dad bod, why wait for the baby to match?
aka dad bod malewife gale wants to knock u up :3
tags/warnings - dad bod gale w mild self esteem issues at the beginning but he gets over it, technically bg3 spoilers ig (takes place post-game), food mentions, praise, p in v, creampie, breeding kink but fluffy cus gale is sappy, inappropriate use of the Weave, inappropriate use of mage hand
a/n - this piece was commissioned by my LOVELY LOVELY SWEET BABY ANGEL @d10nyx WHO DESERVES EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD AND MORE AND IS SUCH A FUCKIN SAINT FOR BEING SO PATIENT FOR THIS ;n; pls go check out her work i adore her so bad
also just as a note b4 i get One Billion Asks about it for posting this-- i am not abandoning 'something permanent' nor am i abandoning writing for resident evil just bc i am posting one singular bg3 fic !!!!!!!!!! might seem obvious but i just wanted to get ahead of it bc i'm paranoid and have seen it happen to other ppl ;~;
my masterlist ā”
fic under the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy ;w;
-venus ā”
Life post-Netherbrain softened Gale Dekarios in many ways.Ā
Some of the most obvious ways included the relief of tension that came with no longer bearing the weight of the world on his back, ridding himself of the curse that plagued so many of his living years, and finally being able to settle down back home in Waterdeep.Ā
But if you asked Gale, the one thing that softened him the most was you. You, you, you. Ever since the moment you tugged him out of that collapsing portal, everything Gale did was for you, and by the looks of it, that wouldnāt be changing anytime soon.Ā
Stability was something Gale hadnāt had in a long time, and while he wouldnāt exactly call running around Faerun fighting deities and monsters and people alike āstability,ā he could at the very least find that stability in you. Every battle, every brutal journey through the swamp or the Astral Plane or the wreckage of Baldurās Gate, you were right there with him.Ā
And now you were home.Ā
Home had long since become anywhere with you, of course, but now you were really home, back in Waterdeep with Gale and his family and his beloved Tara, and whatās more, you had his last name. You were truly his and he was truly yours, in every possible sense. With his days spent teaching the art of illusion magic to the next generation of hopeful mages and his evenings spent returning home to his precious wife, Gale wasnāt sure it would be scientifically possible for him to be any happier, let alone any more fortunate.Ā
Gale was in the kitchen preparing dinner when you returned home, having spent the afternoon handling a few errands and wandering about the city. It always came as a delight for him to see you exploring his hometown in the same ways he did growing up, discovering all the neat little oddities and secrets that lay beneath the unassuming surface.Ā
He turned over his shoulder to face you at the sound of the door creaking open and then clicking shut, a smitten grin tugging at his face already. The sight of his beloved would never cease to fluster him, after all.Ā
āThere she is,ā Your handsome wizard greeted warmly, āThe lovely andā might I say, stunningly beautifulā Princess of Waterdeep.āĀ
Just like that, you were blushing too, approaching to wrap your arms around him at the waist from behind, pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder, affectionately roaming every inch of him you could get your hands on with a gentle touch.Ā
Yes, life post-Netherbrain softened Gale Dekarios in many ways, and his figure was no exception.
It was no secret Gale had an appreciation for the little indulgences in life, like rich wine and too many sweets, alarm clocks shut off when they really shouldnāt be, cozy bedding and plush furniture and hearty āmarry meā dinners. But, luxuries like that were rather few and far between when the two of you were on the road, and long days of traveling by foot and fighting to survive made for great exercise at the time.Ā
Suffice it to say, having a stable home and living without being under the constant threat of death meant you werenāt quite as active as you used to be. With time, his cheeks filled out a little more, and his clothes became a bit snug as lean muscle gave way to plush flesh. His skin glowed. He looked relaxed and nourished, he looked healthy, and you couldnāt get enough of him if you tried.Ā
Your wandering hands did make him a little timid in the moment, howeverā he hadnāt put on a concerning amount of extra padding by any means, but still, this new look was taking some getting used to.Ā
āQuite alright, my love?ā Gale asked with a soft laugh as your hands came to rest at his hips, your kisses trailing up the side of his neck. His skin was glowing warm beneath your attention.Ā
āMhm,ā You hummed innocently, nodding, your hands sliding forward to feel along the delicate roundness of his belly through his shirt. āI just missed you today, dearest, and you look so delightful. I have half a mind to talk you into dessert before dinner, hm?āĀ
Your beloved husband was well and truly burning up now, stuttering over whatever he had going on the stove and very much considering abandoning it in favor of bending you over the countertop, but something made him hesitate.Ā
With a bashful laugh, as though he were trying to play it off, Gale replied, āRight, well, I suppose I could use the exercise.āĀ
Your brows furrowed with confusion and you glanced up at him over his shoulder, trying to read his expression. He said that so casually, like he didnāt think anything of it, and it broke your heart a little bit.Ā
āFor all it may be worth, I think you look divine,ā You said, face straight and meaning every word of it. Even if Gale was trying to laugh it off, it wasnāt a joke to you. Quietly, you added, āI would argue a bit of fluff suits you well, my darling.āĀ
Thankfully Gale tended to be rather easily convinced by you.Ā
His posture relaxed a little bit, and now the laugh that puffed out from between his lips was noticeably more genuine. āPerhaps itās about time we put āa bit of fluffā on you. I fear my mother will lose her head soon if I donāt.āĀ
You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes with playful curiosity. āYour mother? And what concern is that of hers, hm?ā
āOnly the same concern of every mother, dearest,ā He grinned as though it were obvious, āGrandbabies.āĀ
This response of his gave you pause. Galeās mother hadnāt exactly been quiet about her desire for grandchildren since the day you met her, but sheād never gone too far, never pestered you to the point of being uncomfortable, and never made it out to be particularly urgentā you wondered if perhaps sheād been less patient on the topic with Gale.Ā
Your pause had a lot less to do with the pressure to please his mother and a lot more to do with the undeniable fact that the thought of Gale fucking a baby into you made your knees go weak. You werenāt even sure you were breathing for a moment, until it occurred to you that youād been quiet for too long and any further hesitation to respond could be taken the wrong way.Ā
Clearing your throat softly, you continued the playful banter, āI think my earlier suggestion stands to remedy that concern as well, no? Dessert before dinner?āĀ
What you didnāt know was that Gale had been thinking about this a lot more often than he was letting on. Sure, the pestering of his baby-crazy relatives was one factor, but more than anything, the safety and security heād felt in the year since youād married had him throwing himself into the romantics of domesticity with abandon. When you first met, he never imagined such a future would be possible for him. The chaos and uncertainty that came along with defeating the Absolute brought death far closer than most people would see the other side of, and yet you made it.Ā
Against all odds, hand-in-hand, you still made it. And every night since your wedding, as you tucked into bed alongside one another, he dreamt of you glowing with the radiance of motherhood. He didnāt want to pressure youā after everything that had happened, it felt like a lot to ask of you to also bear his child, like that might be pushing his luckā¦ though you had all but just confirmed your interest with that lastĀ remark, and that didnāt make it past him.Ā
Gale turned off the stove so as not to burn the masterpiece heād been cooking before turning around to face you, his broad hands coming up to cradle your face. The look he gave you was intensely romantic and almost vulnerable, his eyes gazing deep down into your own as he asked, āMy darling, do you know how long Iāve yearned to make you a mother?āĀ
Your heart was hammering now, warmth creeping up your cheeks as you found yourself unable to break eye contact, not that you wanted to anyway. Bashfully, your hands came to rest upon his soft shoulders, feeling his own heart pulsing away in his chest, his cheeks going rosy with the same warmth. There was always a certain synchronicity between you and Gale.Ā
Voice lowering to a near whisper, the emotion behind your words just as strong, you replied, āHow long?āĀ
The look he gave you was tender and reverent. Your husband clicked his tongue and smiled at the floor before cupping your jaw in his two strong hands, meeting your eyes once again. Tone rich with sincerity, he began, āBack in the Grove, seeing you with all the little Tieflingsā¦ a lot of people would have disregarded them as scoundrels, but not you, my darling.Ā
āYou embraced their mischiefā not only embraced it, but nurtured it. Refined it. You treated them with patience and respect, and you didnāt look down upon them, you kneeled to their level. At every turn, you protected them, but you never patronized them. You learned just as much from them as they learned from you.āĀ
He paused for a moment, thumbs stroking over your flushed cheeks, his own skin burning just as hot. Pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, Gale continued, āIām sure you can imagine how that sent off the train of thought. For the longest time, I bit it back. It felt like a pipe dream, and I didnāt want to kid myselfā Iāve done enough of that for two lifetimes. But then the Netherbrain fell, the Absolute released her iron grip on the commonwealth of Faerun, and whatās more, you accepted my hand in marriage.Ā
āThe first morning I woke up next to you in the safety of our marital bed, it didnāt feel like such a distant reality anymore. There you were right before me, and in my mindās eye, you were bathed in the golden glow of dawn and fertility, your nightgown clinging to your divine, ripening figure. Ever since that moment, the image of you with child has dominated my every waking thought. I crave it like the sweetest wine, my heart, to see you become plump and radiant with motherhood.āĀ
Leave it to Gale to so easily render you weak in the knees with his poetics. The way he described it, you could see it too. You could see the silk of your nightgown becoming snug around your middle as your belly would come to rise like pastry, you could see the vein in Galeās brow tense while he would struggle to put a crib together. You could see your grocery lists growing to include nappies and baby food, you could see a space at the dining table occupied by a high chair.Ā
He was right, it didnāt feel distant at all. It felt so close you could taste it, the veil between this reality and that one now paper thin, like a cobweb you could just blow away.Ā
Before you could think up a response, he was speaking again, his tone delicate and low, āJust imagine it, dearest. A child born of you and I would have the purest connection to the Weave imaginable, and you would make a gorgeous motherā¦ You know I adore you always, but I must confess, Iām not sure I would be able to leave you be, seeing you like that. It might just require the strength of a thousand men to pry me away.āĀ
You puffed out a laugh, your face and the tips of your ears burning with bashfulness. Leaning forward to hide your face away in his soft chest, you teased, āSo it wasnāt your mother who put you up to this?āĀ
āAh, Iām afraid not, my darling,ā He cracked a grin, planting a smooch to the crown of your head. āAt least not entirely. This was a hole I dug the both of us into largely on my own, Iāll admit.āĀ
His hands slid down to rest upon your hips, and for a moment, you just held each other like that. It felt cozy, it felt comfortable, like time itself had paused around you. In all your days, no one but Gale could make you feel like that so consistently. You almost wondered if there might be some subtle illusion magic at play in moments like these, but you knew all too well that Galeās charm had very little to do with the Weaveā he was just like that, and you were all the more fortunate for it.Ā
Galeās hold on your hips tightened in an affectionate squeeze before his arms were snaking around you, one at your lower back and one where your thighs met your bottom. He lifted you from your feet and spun you around to face the other way, propping you up on the countertop in one smooth movement, the tightening front of his pants nestled right up against the crotch of your underwear through your dress.Ā
Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling, and he didnāt make it any easier for you to remember how to breathe when his next move was to stoop his head down and smother your throat with languid kisses.Ā
āGale,ā You gasped, hips rutting forward to knock into his own, your head spinning as the distinct outline of his arousal grinded right up against your clit. āGods above, youāre going to be the death of meā¦āĀ
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest at your accusation, his teeth nipping playfully at your pulse point before he spoke against your skin, āAlways a flair for dramatics with you, my beloved brideā¦ though if that should turn out to be true, then youād die how you lived; ravished, revered and adored by your most loyal wizard.āĀ
Just as soon as heād put you there, Gale was plucking you up from the countertop again, and while it was your immediate assumption that he was going to carry you off to the bedroom, it would seem he didn't even have the patience for that. Your back hit the dining table with a gentle thud, though the ever mindful wizard braced the back of your head gracefully with an oven mitt just in time.Ā
You dissolved into a fit of squirms, giggles, and quiet yelps as his lips and teeth met your neck in a display of needy attention, his fingertips crackling with magic as they found their way up beneath the skirt of your dress. Grip printing into your hips, he dragged you back until your clothed cunt was flush with his bulge again, and the electric shock of pleasure that rang through you in response threatened to knock the wind out of you.Ā
Gale wouldn't, you thought to yourself, surely he wouldn't enchant his--Ā
He tilted your chin up with his knuckle, a brutally smug grin plastered on his rosy face as your eyes met again. "Are you with me, dearest?" His thumb came forward to stroke over the plush of your bottom lip, almost pulling it into a pout himself.Ā
"Yeah," You shivered, nodding without even really thinking about it. You couldn't even bring yourself to poke fun at him for that like you might have otherwise. "Did you--"Ā
"Shh," Gale cooed, untying the laces of his trousers to relieve some of the pressure before he folded over you and rolled his hips forward again, caging you between the table and his warm, plush frame. The barrier between you was lesser now, and you felt it immediately.
He was radiating the Weave, delicate strands seeping through the thin fabric of your undergarments to kiss, lick, and tingle over your flesh. The sensation wasn't completely foreign-- taking a master wizard as a partner and lover for life naturally lent itself to inappropriate use of the arcane-- but no two intimate encounters with him were ever alike. Sometimes it made you wonder just how many of those hours he spent locked away in his tower were giving him ideas.Ā
In hardly any time at all you could feel yourself soaking through your panties, your hips rutting forward to chase him and your mind slipping away into a helpless little puddle of mush, and he had barely even touched you yet. It was all by design, of course-- he didn't want to get too cocky and risk wasting a drop of himself that could otherwise be getting you pregnant.Ā
Discarding his shirt and dragging your panties down with shaking hands, Gale groaned at the sight of your arousal, the extent of it. You were right drooling between your legs, pussy glistening with the very same juices that drenched and clung to your underwear. He couldn't help but dip two fingers between your silky folds to collect your nectar for himself. As soon as it hit his tongue he felt like he couldn't breathe. Your taste was creamy and sweet like icing, a flavor he wouldn't ever tire of even if it was the only thing he could ever have again. He could devour you for a lifetime and still hunger for eternity.Ā
"You're going to grow so beautifully," He said lowly, eyes half-lidded and his pupils blown wide as saucers. In you he saw nothing but the future. One hand shoving his pants and briefs down his thighs and the other planting itself upon your stomach, his cock sprang up to kiss the plump flesh of his own belly as he continued, "I will thank the divines for the remainder of my life that I should have the pleasure of watching you ripen with our fruit."Ā
You could have cried. Your bottom lip did wobble a little bit as you gazed up at him, choking up, and he stooped down to kiss you immediately.Ā
"None of that," He mumbled against your lips, dragging his stiff, weeping cock through your folds to keep you good and dizzy, every contact of his skin against yours still buzzing with the arcane. "I have you, okay? I have you. I love you. You're alright."Ā
Nodding in response, feeling the tears dry up right then and there, your lips parted in preparation to respond but all that came out was a deep, pleasured cry. Gale was sinking into your hole like he was made for you, stretching you open with slow, delicate thrusts, his breath heavy and lustful in your ear.Ā
Stuffing you full of himself until the head of him was threatening to kiss your cervix, Gale stilled for a moment, nipping at the shell of your ear before kissing your cheek affectionately and checking in with you, "Feeling good, my darling?"Ā
"Mhm," You nodded, and as soon as your approval registered to him, he began to move.Ā
Bliss. Pure and uncut bliss. That quiet little hum of approval quickly melted into staggered breaths and mewls, your hands finding purchase in kneading at the dough of his waist. You really couldn't get over how well the extra weight suited him, how perfectly it softened his edges and padded out the warmest parts of his physique. He was made for a body like this, a little bit round and squishy and sweet. You wanted to swallow him in one bite.Ā
Every stroke of his cock inside you felt like true euphoria, crackles and tingles of pleasure radiating outward from each and every nerve ending, and he felt it too. You could tell by the look on his face, the way his mouth hung open with deep, wanton moans, the way he shivered and stuttered with damn near every thrust.Ā
"G-Gale," You cried out, nails printing into his flesh as you tried to tug him down to you.Ā
Typically he would have obliged you without hesitation, but Gale had other plans at the moment. Bracing himself against the fine oak wood to the right side of your head, his other hand gripped at your thigh and angled your leg up with ease. Before you could register what he was about to do, he was already doing it.Ā
Folding you into a half mating press, he drove into you deep, the Weave sinking into your bloodstream with a staggering intensity that nearly made you scream.Ā
Swallowing your cries with his own lips, Gale kissed you just about as deeply as he was fucking you, his facial hair scratching and tickling at your cheeks as his silky tongue slipped over your own. Every knock of his hips against your own had the dining table rattling too, the walls of your marital home ringing with the sounds of sex, the obscene squelching of your pussy sucking him in, the needy whines and moansĀ slipping from you both.Ā
You felt like you were on fire in the best possible way. Every square inch of your body was alight with lust and magic, your legs hooked around his hips to draw him even closer. The two of you could fuse together and you would still want to get closer.Ā
Soon enough, your throbbing clit was met with the unexpected pressure of arcane fingertips, measured strokes of a figure-eight over your swollen bud that coaxed you higher and higher and higher until you felt like you were weightless there on that table, lifting from it, your lips only parting from his own as your head fell back against the oven mitt in a desperate gasp for breath.Ā
That breath was almost immediately followed by a broken cry of his name, the stimulation causing your greedy cunt to clench and pulse around him, again, by design. Sinking down on his elbow so he could speak directly into your ear, his cock stroking so deeply into you that it nearly felt like it was prodding at your lungs, Gale groaned, "That's it, pup, there you are... Such pretty noises from my good girl, my darling little wife..."Ā
"I love you, I love you, I--"Ā
Cutting you off with a kiss, Gale replied, "I love you more, and I'll give you as many babies as it takes to prove it."
Your vision went white, thighs wrenching tight around his hips as you plummeted over the edge unlike ever before. It felt like traveling through a lightning bolt, your spine arching up into a fine point, your stomach pressing up against his own as he emptied his load inside you, mage hand still circling your puffy clit.Ā
Ropes and ropes of creamy seed flooded your hole until you were stuffed to the brim, leaving behind that delicious pressure that came along with being stretched so full. Your bottom half felt heavy as you fought to catch your breath beneath him, tears leaking from your dewy eyes.Ā
"N-No more, no more with the mage hand," You stammered, sucking in a sharp breath as its thumb and forefinger took your clit in a delicate pinch.Ā
Another second or two passed in which he continued to have his fun before deciding you'd had enough. The stimulation to your bud slowly ceased, but as he withdrew his softening sex from you, you quickly realized you didn't feel any less full.Ā
Brows knitting together, you squirmed and struggled to sit up, watching Gale turn his back to dampen a washcloth before returning to you, gently wiping the sweat from your brow and the slick from your inner thighs, brushing your hair away from your face reverently. "Shh, shh. Just sit still for a moment longer, alright? Let me get you cleaned up."Ā
He continued his gentle work until you were refreshed and sparkling before scooping you up from the dining table like a princess in his arms, carrying you off to the bedroom to get you both changed.Ā
It was only as the two of you entered the room and you caught sight of yourself in the floor-length mirror that you realized Gale's mage hand was still very much at work, its thick middle and ring fingers plugging you up nicely. Not a drop was wasted with the diligent digits blocking the way.Ā
Gale helped you out of your dress and into a soft nightgown, and in your exhaustion you were ready to just crash into bed for the night. Curling up atop the covers as Gale changed into loungewear of his own, you were about to fall asleep right then and there when he woke you with a loving grin.Ā
"Huh?" You mumbled, reaching up to rub your eyes, and as his own raked over the image of your beautiful body, he couldn't stop thinking about the many ways it would come to develop over the next several months.Ā
"We still haven't eaten, my love."Ā
You groaned, burying your face back into the bedding stubbornly. "But I'm tired..."Ā
"You were the one who wanted dessert before dinner, sweetest," He teased. "We've had our dessert, and now it's time for dinner. Besides, I thought we agreed to fluff you up a bit?"
A bashful smile tugging at your cheeks, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, huffing out, "Okay, okay, fine," reaching your arms out for him to carry you again, and you were so lucky he loved to baby you.Ā
Gale didn't hesitate to take you into his arms, your head nestled up against his chest as you returned to the kitchen together. He placed you gently down in a chair at the dining table before assessing what he'd left on the stove earlier. His 'masterpiece' was now ice cold and unappealing to him, and surely his darling wife deserved better than cold and unappealing.Ā
Turning over his shoulder to look at you, Gale asked you a question that you didn't think you'd ever hear him ask; "How about tavern food tonight?"
#venustext#sintext#baldur's gate 3#bg3#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#bg3 gale smut#gale dekarios x reader#gale of waterdeep x reader#bg3 gale x reader#gale dekarios x tav#gale of waterdeep x tav#bg3 gale x tav
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Ughhh what about any sub character begging for me to breed them after something turned them on while Iām reviewing and writing reports
u know HOW PPL LOOK SO MUCH GOOOOODDDD IN A SUIT (drools)
and me being the insanely NICE individual I would probably make them wait the entire time maybe cockwarm me??
Then I would probably breed them until they pass out and make them scream so fucking hard that they couldnāt even make noise for a week and walking got threw out the door eons ago
I PROMISE ITāS BECAUSE OF THE SUIT AND DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE IāM SO FUCKING STRESSED AND THEY LOOK SO GOOD BEGGING
The way I instantly thought of Aaron Hotchner
He seems to be the type to grunt and whimper, occasionally groaning; especially if you're jerking him off in his office. Once you get home and you have him to yourself, he's moaning and begging for you.
THE THINGS I WANT TO DO TO THIS MAN HE HAD NO RIGHT LOOKING THIS GOOD IN A SUIT.. I love dilfs so fucking much bro
Warnings: sub aaron, dom reader, true gn reader, very lovey dovey sex, aaron and reader being absolutely WHIPPED for each other, reader can have a dick or a strap, mild begging, implied morning sex, cockwarming, grinding, implied overstimulation
You sat in your home office, reviewing a few case files from the past few weeks. The door opened quietly and then shut, Aaron's gentle footsteps being heard as he walked over to you. He placed his warm hands on your shoulders and you leant back into his touch.
"Hey.." he said quietly, looking down at what you were occupied with. "You want to take a break?"
"I'm sorry baby I can't.." You hummed gently rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. "I have to review these for Strauss.."
Aaron made a soft noise of disapproval, pulling back your office chair and practically pulling himself into your lap. You were both big, barely fitting in the desk chair as he situated himself over your crotch. You sighed, still seeing him in his work suit.
"What do you need Aaron?" You murmured, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his lower lip.
"You.." He replied concisely, practically demanding.
"Honey I have to work.." You sighed, pulling him down into a soft kiss.
"Please..." He asked, looking down at you with those eyes of liquid chocolate. It made your heart squeeze and your stomach do flips even though you had been together for years. You sighed.
"Fine.. pants off baby. You can keep me company while I work." You unbuckled your own belt as he removed his lower clothing as fast as he could.
He was already half hard as you slid inside him, the remnants of this mornings lube coming in handy. Aaron moaned softly in your ear, snuggling into your neck as he waited patiently for you to finish your task. Your girth made his muscled thighs shake, and every so often he would grind down onto you as he let out soft 'a-ah's of satisfaction.
Eventually you would finish up, man handling him over your desk after you had cleaned up. Aaron often made a mess and a conversation with Strauss about 'suspicious stains on the report' was not one you were willing to have.
You set a deep, hard pace, your thrusts reaching every spot inside him. He was grasping onto your desk, moaning out low, gravelly strings of 'thank you' and 'I love you so much'.
"I love you too, sweet boy.." you grunted, rutting your hips sharply into him. It was true and you wouldn't stop until he was shooting blanks over your desk and limping to work the next morning.
#dom reader#sub character#sub criminal minds#sub aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner smut#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader#aaron hotch smut#sub hotch#sub!hotch#sub hotchner#mino chats //
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unexpected - part 2
guys itās finally here and Iām so sorry it took so long! but daddy barz is finally here! please lmk if youād like more of this or something similar (daddy barz)
PART ONE PART 2.1 PART THREE
word count: 3.5k
warnings: pregnancy, children, childbirth (not in detail)
note: if you hate the name, sorry not sorry, but also lmk and if enough ppl donāt like it Iāll change it haha but I love sort of uncommon names but I also wanted it to be short and sweet so this one is not that out there for me lol
December 25 - 4 months
"Wait, I have one more for you," you told Mat and hurried to you closet where you had kept an extra special present for him. You loved giving gifts and you knew he was going to love this one. You were doing a gift exchange just the two of you, before going over to the Martins to celebrate the holiday with them and a couple more team members. Today was also the day you were going to tell them about the baby. "Here."
You sat back next to him on the floor and watched with teary easy as he tore the paper away. His eyes fell on the little blue onesie with the Islanders logo on the front. "Baby-"
"Turn it around." He did and a huge smile crossed his face. In tiny letters his last name was written across the back with a '13' underneath. "Do you like it?"
"Like it? Baby, this is-" He pulled you into a hug, taking a deep breath fighting his tears. "I love it. This is so cute. I can't wait to see the baby in this."
"Me neither. Little baby Barzal." You smiled at each other before he kissed you deeply. "Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas," he replied. "Next year, this little one will be sitting right there."
"Can't wait."
January - 5 months
"What are you doing?" You jumped at Mat's voice breaking the midnight silence. The kitchen overhead light turned on and you were caught red handed rummaging through the fridge in the middle of the night. "Are you crying?"
You quickly wiped your tears away, closed the fridge and turned to him. You watched him rub his eyes sleepily as he made his way towards you, then wrapped you in his arms for a warm, comforting hug. You started sobbing again, even tough the reason was ridiculous, but you couldn't help it. Your hormones were out of control. "What's wrong?"
"I'm craving pickles with peanut butter, but we don't have any," you said between sobs. Mat chuckled lightly and rubbed your back.
"But you hate peanut butter."
"I know."
"And nothing else sounds good?" You shook your head. "What about Nutella? You want to try that?"
"No!" You we're still silently sobbing when Mat took your face in his hands and tilted it back to meet his gaze. He had a small crooked smile on his lips as he kissed your tears away.
"Do you want me to go buy some?," he asked gently. God, he really was the sweetest man alive.
"Where the hell are you going to find peanut butter in the middle of the night? Plus, you should be sleeping! You have a game tomorrow, go back to bed."
"I'll be fine," he said and kissed your lips this time which were wet from your tears. "And there's probably a gas station that sells some."
"Mhm," you shook your head and leaned back into him for a hug. Your 5 months pregnant belly prevented from hugging tightly, but his hugs still worked their magic.
"Then what can I do?," he asked softly, rubbing his back.
"I don't know." Your hormones got the best of you again and the tears started flowing once more. You could only fixate on that damn peanut butter and every other food you thought of made you want to vomit. While fighting with yourself in your head and silently crying into Mat's chest, you suddenly felt a strange sensation in your belly. Your tears stopped and you pulled away from him. "Oh."
"What?"
"I think the baby just kicked." You felt it again and a smile broke out on you face. "Maty! Feel this."
Your placed his hand on the lower right side of you belly, then patiently waited for the next kick. His sleepy eyes opened wide when he felt it. "Baby, this is..." He pulled you in for a kiss, but pulled away when the baby kicked again. "He did the again! Did you feel that?"
"Yes, I felt that," you laughed. "And she kicked."
"We'll find out soon." His face beamed with happiness. "I never want to remove my hand."
"Kinda hard to play hockey this way, though."
"Eh, I could manage." You both chuckled and he pulled you back in for a hug after kissing your forehead. You stood in the embrace for a bit, enjoying the moment.
"Are you still hungry or can we go back to bed?," Mat asked after a while, yawning. You thought about it for a second, then rummaged through your pantry and settled for a bag of chips. With a sleepy grin, you held up the bag and followed Mat back to bed.
"This will do."
February - 6 months
"How was the checkup? Is the little squish okay?" Mat asked over facetime from his hotel room. "Did you find out?"
"Yes, the little squish is okay. And I have the envelope, but don't worry I'm waiting for you to come back to find out," you answered and told him more of the details of your six month checkup. The baby was as healthy as could be and you couldn't be more grateful for that. You due date was May 25th, one day before Mat's birthday and everyone was excited to see if they'd end up having the same birthday. The doctor also was able to tell the sex of the baby and had written it on a piece of paper that you stashed inside an envelope so you wouldn't find out until Mat came home from his road-trip.
The last few months had been absolutely crazy. Your lives had been thrown upside down when you found out you were unexpectedly pregnant. Now, you were both trying to figure out how to make your lives work with a new addition to the family. Your friends and family were shocked to say the least when you told them, no one had expected it, but everyone was very supportive and excited for the both of you.
"I'm looking at the house later, too," you started a new topic. At around four months your bump started showing and all of the sudden it clicked how fast this was all happening and how unprepared you were. So taking Mat's suggestion, you did agree to start looking for houses. After all, you carrying his child was a fair exchange for a nice house.
"Ok, take videos for me, please. I think this one is going to be it."
"Only because Anders lives down the street."
"Well, we'll need help. And it doesn't hurt having someone experienced close by." You grinned, chuckling, then spent the next while talking.
A few days later, Mat came home from his road-trip more excited than usual. He had a bouquet of flowers and your favorite Starbucks drink with him and showered you in kisses when he saw you. "I missed you, too." You kissed him one more time, before taking a sip of your drink you had been craving all day.
"Ok, I need to know. Now!" He was of course referring to the sex of the baby. You were more relaxed about the subject, not really understanding the need to know (except maybe to know if you should buy those absolutely adorable pink baby dresses or not), but Mat was dying to so you gave in and agreed to find out as well. You grabbed the envelope from a drawer you had kept it in and handed it to Mat who basically ripped it apart.
"Ready? Final vote?"
"Girl," you said confidently, trusting your mothers intuition. "What's the pool from the guys say?"
"The majority said boy, but probably only because most of them have daughter and we need more boys," Mat replied. Of course, when he had told his teammates he was going to be a father, immediate bets on the sex, weight, future hockey career, etc. were made. "I'm going with boy, too. Ready?"
He slowly opened the piece of paper so the both of you could read it at the same time and after a few seconds of scanning the page, you let out a scream.
"I was right!" You almost tackled your boyfriend with a hug jumping from joy of soon getting a daughter. Mat's face however wasn't as joyful as yours and sort of killed your mood too. "You're not happy? Mat!"
"What? No! Baby, I am, I just," he sighed searching for his words. "I don't know anything about babies, let alone girls. How on earth am I going to raise a girl? I- What am I supposed to teach her? Or play with her?"
You put a hand on his cheek, calming him. "You'll figure it out and I'm here to help. Trust me, it'll all come naturally once she's here." You kissed him. "And you could probably teach her how not to fall for a hockey playing fuckboy like her mom did. That would save her a lot of heartache."
"Hey!" He playfully pinched you and trapped you in between his arms. "Oh, she is not going near any boy until she's 30!"
"There you go! That's the spirit." You smiles turned serious again when he dropped his forehead against yours.
"You really think I can do this?," he asked, doubt in his voice.
"I know you can. You take great care of me and I'm a girl. She'll be like a mini me."
"A mini you? Uf, I'm in deep shit if she turns out like you." Now it was your turn to pinch him, but you did it harder. He could handle it. "I'm kidding! I couldn't ask for a better role model for our daughter than you."
"Thank you," you said and kissed his soft lips again. They were so addicting. "And she'll tell you what she likes and doesn't like. And when she's old enough you can bring her on the ice with you and teach her to skate."
"Yeah! She'll be the best skater in the world. Oh! I'll get her little pink skates and a matching helmet! And a pink stick, too? Or is that too much pink?" You chuckled at how quickly his doubt turned into excitement.
"Maybe a little."
"Ok, we'll figure it out then." You nodded in agreement. You still had a few of years until then.
"Hey, (y/n). I am excited. I just panicked for a second."
"I know, it's ok. I like that you're sharing your fears. As much as I am excited and overjoyed, I'm terrified as well. Teenage girls are horrifying."
"We got this!" Mat stepped away and high-fived you. "Dream team."
You picked up you drink again and watched as Mat worked his way over to the fridge looking for food. This man was always hungry and now that you were pregnant, you were grocery shopping for what felt like five people. "Oh god!," he exclaimed, closing the fridge again but not before stealing a piece of cheese. "What if she doesn't like pink?"
Yeah, he was going to do just fine as a girl dad.
April - 8 months
"Guys, thank you so much for today. This was truly so sweet and I'm so grateful I'm going to have you guys around for help." The girls in the room smiled and cheered as they came over again to congratulate you again. The Isles wags were sweet enough to throw you a baby shower today and you truly felt the support by each and every one of them. You would really need it, especially when Mat would be on the road for games.
You went home to your apartment with a lot more gifts than you expected and were ready to just lay down and put your feet up. Yes, still your apartment. You actually had closed on a house (the one close to Anders) a couple of weeks ago but since your birth was so close you had decided to put off moving until after the baby was born. That would lessen the stress and also allow time to do some renovations to the house. The baby would be sleeping in your room for the first few months anyway and didn't need her own room. You couldn't decide on a nursery theme anyway so hopefully once she was here, you could make the final decision.
Music was blasting throughout the apartment and you followed it to find Mat on his knees in the living room putting together a rocking chair. "Oh, you're back," he got up to kiss you softly. "You look beautiful."
"I look and feel like a whale."
"But whales are beautiful amazing creatures." He kissed you again. "Did you bring me back cake?"
"In the grey bag," you pointed to where you had dropped your things and then plopped down on the couch, moaning in discomfort.
"Want me to massage something?," Mat asked when he came back to the living room, already digging into the piece of cake.
"My feet. But build the chair first, I wanna see how it looks." He raised a hand to his forehead, saluting, then started up building the chair again. It was relatively easy, so he was done quickly to massage your feet.
"I also put the bassinet together. It's in the bedroom already."
"Aw, I can't wait to see it. It's getting so close. Oh god, there's still so much to do. I need wash the clothes, and-" You started spiraling.
"Baby, calm down. It's gonna be ok. I'll help and you parents will be here soon who will help, too," he calmed you. "Take a deep breath."
Every day getting closer to you due date, you're anxiety increased, but it was usually trumped by your excitement over holding you baby girl. The timing of your pregnancy also wasn't the best since it was right during the playoffs that the isles were guaranteed to play in. You felt bad about it, but you were secretly hoping they'd get kicked out so you could be sure Mat would be there for the birth and help support you every day.
"Hey! Squish is kicking," you announced excitedly and Mat jumped from his spot landing next to you, eagerly placing his hand on your belly, feeling for his girl to kick.
"We're really gonna have to come up with a name. We can't call her squish all her life." You chuckled. The nickname came about when you saw the first ultrasound picture of her whole body and you noticed how cubby her cheeks were (or at least that's what you told yourself). Mat's response was that she looked like she was very squished in there (your belly) and the word kind of stuck around. She was your little squish and you couldn't wait for her to get all chubby.
You ordered in that night, too lazy to get up from the couch and cook a meal, and cuddled on the couch seriously discussing baby names.
May 11th - 9 months
That was the worst night of sleep you had gotten ever! You had been uncomfortable for last few months and hadn't gotten the best sleep, but last night you probably only slept for 30 minutes. Everything was hurting, your back, your legs, and most notably your belly. Looking back on it, you probably should have realized you were in labor or the idea should have at least crossed your mind, but for some reason you denied it and you just laid in bed and endured the pain. The pain was also nothing like a 'normal' contraction, you thought your body was just preparing for labor, it was more like Braxton Hicks and that was definitely not labor. Mat was also leaving for Florida the next day for a few days and you didn't want to worry him. Plus, you were scared. So yeah, you just laid there and took it. This would all be worth it in the end.
Mat noticed your discomfort, asking multiple times if you'd rather he stayed with you, but you assured him it was only false labor and even the doctor a few days ago said that she probably wouldn't come until at least her due date.
"Alright, bag is packed. I got my plane snacks," Mat listed in the afternoon, thinking out loud. He sat on the bed and leaned down to kiss you. "Now you," he said placing a hand on his stomach. "Don't come out until I get back, okay? It's nice and warm in there so stay comfy for a few more days."
"Yeah, she's nice in there but her mama is definitely getting tired of not being able to move." Mat shot you a worried look. "I'll be fine. I've got my girls coming over and my mom will be here in a few days."
Of course in that moment you got a cramp like feeling that paralyzed you with pain for a few seconds. "I don't like this, I should stay."
"No, no. Go. These are important games. I promise I'll be safe and I'll have people stay with me."
It pained him to go, but after a bit more convincing and a long hug and kiss goodbye he did. When you heard the dot shut, you moaned again in pain. Okay, this was much more painful than just a few hours ago. You turned the TV on, trying to distract yourself but the pain got more intense. Then you felt a little wet, like you had just peed yourself (and horribly that was a normal part of pregnancy). And suddenly all of the alarms went off. You were in labor.
"Shit!" You started freaking out, but the pain limited your movements so all you could do was reach the phone. "Maty!," you yelled when he picked up.
"What? What?," he yelled back, panicked.
"It hurts." You started crying. "I think the baby is coming."
"Ok, I'm coming. Hold on, I'll be there in a few minutes." Thankfully he was still in his car so he was able to turn around easily and come back to get you. He stayed on the phone with you the entire time while you explained to him what you had been feeling for the past few hours. Mat was very good about not being mad that you had lied to him about how you were feeling, he understood you anxiety about it for which you were very grateful.
"Baby time," Mat shouted when he stormed into the apartment and into the bedroom where you were struggling to get up. You couldn't help but chuckle at his grin while he was helping you stand up. "Let's go."
"Wait! I want to change." He rolled his eyes but helped you change outfit. He did the same, changing out of his suit and into comfy clothes. Once you got everything, you waddled out of your apartment and on your way to the hospital you were. One waddle step at a time. One waddle closer to meeting your daughter.
Which you did after a long few hours of painful labor. Mat stayed with you the entire time, never leaving your side except for getting you ice chips. Since you technically started labor the night before, you only spent about five hours in the hospital bed before your tiny girl made her appearance.
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"Our first choice seems like the best fit, eh?"
"It does," you replied smiling. The smile hadn't left your face since the moment you held your daughter. Your head leaned against Mat's shoulder who was sitting next to you in the hospital bed. In your arms, you held your perfect little girl.
"Wanna make it official?" His fingertips traced her tiny face. He too, hadn't stopped smiling. You nodded. "Myla."
"Hi, Myla." She opened her eyes for a second and let out a cute baby noise and of course the two of you were infatuated with her all over again. "She looks like you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, she has your eyebrows." You traced them softly, outlining the distinct shape.
"She has your nose, though."
"A perfect mix." You looked up at him and he leaned his forehead against you. "I love you."
"I love you more," he whispered. "Thank you. You did such a good job. I am so happy. She's perfect. You're perfect. And I can't wait to take her home. And read her books. And put cute little outfits on her. And-" You chuckled at him rambling, but took all of his words to heart.
"I can't wait for all of that either." You kissed him again, but you little moment was interrupted by a nurse who was coming to take baby Myla to the nursery so you could get a couple of hours of sleep. While your heart broke watching her being wheeled away, you definitely needed to catch up on your sleep. With a final kiss from Mat, you got as comfortable as possible and fell into a deep sleep, the image of your daughter never leaving your mind. You had everything you ever wanted. The perfect boyfriend (and hopefully soon to be husband) and now a perfect daughter.
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LOVING YOU FROM A DISTANCE ā TEASER.
S ā ā Heeseung has liked you for ages, too long for him to even recall how. Sure, he should be confessing now, but he couldnāt. He couldnāt, especially if you have a boyfriend. So how is he going to tell you his feelings in only a span of a year before he leaves?
2 LOVERS? ā best-friend!heeseung x best-friend!fem!reader
GENRE ā high school au, bsfs to lovers to ???, he fell first, she fell harder (+ sort of right person, wrong time), angst, fluff
WARNINGS ā some curse words possibly, insecurities (abt looks, way they act, etc), some ppl might act shitty .. (will add more if any in actual post for the fic)
FEATURING ā beomgyu from txt, sunghoon from enhypen, yoon from stayc
SOPH ā since lyfad had the most votes in the poll, here is the long fic that i will be working on š hope you guys think you made a good choice on picking this!! enjoy this little snippet š¤ + thank u sona fans (or u guys) for picking one on sonas poll, as promised, here is the teaser <3
"Dang, you're good. Never knew you could play," you exclaimed as he finished playing the guitar.
Heeseung smiled and put the guitar down beside him. "You know me, always good at everything, but I don't mean to boast," he said. āYou really don't know your best friend, do you?"
"Seriously, you're good at everything. It's hard to keep up with you," you joked, thinking about all the skills he possessed. "I wish I could play like you."
"It's not that difficult to learn. You're a quick learner," he reassured.
Eagerly, you suggested, "Could you teach me?"
"Sure, why not?" he agreed with a smile.
Excited about the opportunity to learn from Heeseung, you both decided to take some time for a quick guitar lesson. You sat right beside him, preparing to learn a few tips.
"Alright, let's start with the basics," Heeseung said, holding the guitar and showing you how to hold it properly. He hands you his guitar, allowing you to copy what he did.
You watched attentively, eager to learn everything you can. "Like this?" you asked, mimicking his hand position.
āExactly, just position that slightly a bit more towards this way,ā he scoots closer to you, propping the item correctly in your hand. āYouāre doing great!ā
"Now, let's learn how to strum the strings." He demonstrated a gentle strumming motion. "Try it yourself." He hands you the pick, watching over you as you try it out.
You nervously held the guitar and attempted to replicate his strumming. The sound was a bit off, but you kept trying.
Heeseung smiled reassuringly. "Youāre doing great! Perfect for a first timer."
He patiently taught you the chords, giving you encouragement and guidance that you needed. Even if you fumbled a bit, you gradually started improving the sounds. "Wow, that sounds much better now," you exclaimed, surprised by your progress.
Heeseung chuckled. "See? You're a fast learner. Just keep practicing, and you'll be playing like a pro in no time."
"I just have to teach you a few more basic chords before I can teach you a song," Heeseung said, reaching over to take the guitar from your hands. However, before he could proceed, the door swung open, revealing Beomgyu. He greeted you both with a warm smile.
"You know," Beomgyu chimed in cheerfully, "if you really wanted to learn guitar, you should've asked me." He plopped down beside you, extending a hand towards Heeseung. "Hand me that guitar, Hee."
You exchanged surprised glances, amazed by the unexpected turn of events. Handing the guitar over to Beomgyu, you watched as he effortlessly adjusted his posture and strummed a few chords.
"I've been playing for a while now," Beomgyu continued, "and I'd love to share what I've learned with you."
"You know how to play guitar too?" you asked Beomgyu in surprise.
"Of course I do. Your boyfriend knows a thing or two," Beomgyu replied cheesily, earning a giggle from you. As the playful banter continued, Heeseung couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort, sensing himself becoming the third wheel. However, it wasn't an entirely unfamiliar situation.
Gradually distancing himself from the two of you, Heeseung settled into a corner, observing your interaction. He wore a gentle smile, occasionally chuckling at your playful mistakes and Beomgyu's teasing scolds.
In that moment, Heeseung couldn't deny the bittersweet longing within him. He wished he could be more than just your best friend, wishing for something more.
In the corner, Heeseung's heart felt conflicted as he watched your interaction with Beomgyu. Part of him wished he could be the one making you laugh and sharing those playful moments together. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were the one holding the guitar, strumming strings that would make your heart skip a beat.
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GET TO KNOW ME TAG GAME!
tysm for tagging me and thinking of me @end-hyphen and @petrichor-han ! i am late to the game as always š¤” bc i did let this marinate in my drafts for a week for absolutely no reason but !! this was fun hehe i loved reading yalls too <33
this is also super long so answers under the cut!
BIRTHDAY
october 17
FAVORITE COLOR
dark blues and pastels
DO YOU HAVE PETS?
one cat! he is staring up at me from across the room as i write this lmao
HOW TALL ARE YOU?
5ā5 (165 cm)!
HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES DO YOU OWN?
i think between 10-12 but thereās only 5 pairs i wear regularly. literally wear the exact same loafers to work every single day š
FAVORITE SONG?
literally changes every day lmao but rn itās probably between good life by wayv, back down by p1harmony, or avalanche by walk the moon
FAVORITE MOVIE?
everything everywhere all at once OR kikiās delivery service OR scream (1996) LMAO i love watching all different kinds of movies but horror has rlly been my fave over the past year or so <3
WHO WOULD BE YOUR IDEAL PARTNER?
lee seokmin OR someone who makes me laugh, is patient, kind, caring, and a good listener. someone who i donāt feel like i have to put on a performance for and who i can be myself around. and who understands all my little interests! like tv and movies and kpop hehe
DO YOU WANT CHILDREN?
absolutely not! LMAO the cat is enough <3
HAVE YOU GOTTEN IN TROUBLE WITH THE LAW?
iāll copy genieās answer and just say i was a very stupid teenager who thankfully never actually went to the police station BUT i try to be a smarter adult now bc of it HAHA
WHAT COLOR SOCKS ARE YOU WEARING?
blue and white striped!
FAVORITE TYPE OF MUSIC?
i rlly do listen to just about anything but since this IS a kpop blog iāll say kpop. honorable mentions include 70s dad rock, alt/indie rock, anime osts, and classical (study playlist my beloved)
HOW MANY PILLOWS DO YOU SLEEP WITH?
two! one for my head and one beside me lmao
WHAT POSITION DO YOU SLEEP IN?
on my side usually. or curled up in a ball since my room is always freezing cold ahahaļæ¼
WHAT DONāT YOU LIKE WHEN YOUāRE SLEEPING?
when i can see light coming under my door from another room in the hallwayā¦drives me absolutely bonkers i need complete darkness to be able to sleep or i cannot š
WHAT DO YOU HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?
if i have time to eat i usually just make cereal! sometimes my work brings in bagels and cream cheese too which is always a treat <3
HAVE YOU EVER TRIED ARCHERY?
yes! HAHA my parents tried literally any and every sport/activity they could get me in as a kid bc surely i had to be good at ONE, right? (answer: no š) i was decent but definitely not a sharpshooter by any means lmao. i do still have my bow and arrows and the target we used to practice with (and this is also why the reader in frw&d shoots w a bow n arrow ā since itās the only āweaponā i have any real experience with for writing š¤)
FAVORITE FRUIT?
strawberries, kiwi, and mango!
ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR?
absolutely not lmao i have tried for many years but apparently i just look incredibly obvious when i try to lie š
WHATāS YOUR PERSONALITY TYPE?
enfj!
INNIE OR OUTIE?
literally what does this mean. my bellybutton??? do i like going outside????
LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED?
right-handed!
FAVORITE FOOD?
poppyseed chicken! OOO or i had lemon bars the other day and they were absolutely š„
FAVORITE FOREIGN FOOD?
omg thereās a thai restaurant literally 2 seconds away from my house that is SO damn good. iād eat there every day if i could LMAO
AM I CLEAN OR MESSY?
i think iām very selectively clean bahaha like my bathroom has to be nice and organized or iāll lose my mind but my room is always in some state of disaster
MOST USED PHRASE?
do i have one?? idek actually š
HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO GET READY?
i donāt put in a ton of effort for work these days LMAO so like 10 minutes probably?? if iām going out for dinner or something else w other ppl tho between 20-30 minutes
DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF?
100% HAHA this is the best way to get fic ideas and also sometimes i think iām funny yāknow š»
DO YOU SING TO YOURSELF?
every time i get in my car itās a concert babey !!
ARE YOU A GOOD SINGER?
absolutely not HAHA but thatās why itās fun to just jam in the car or in my room <3
BIGGEST FEAR?
drowning, caves, letting ppl down
ARE YOU A GOSSIP?
šµšµšµ bring me the tea PLS i think a healthy dose of gossip is good for you actually
DO YOU LIKE LONG OR SHORT HAIR?
on me i think i prefer short (even though itās growing out again rn). long hair for literally everyone else though HAHA
FAVORITE SCHOOL SUBJECT?
any english or writing courses and history!!
EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT?
extrovert!
WHAT MAKES YOU NERVOUS?
having to drive long distances and making phonecalls š§
WHO WAS YOUR FIRST REAL CRUSH?
one of those mfs from newsies (1992) most likely LMAO or nick from walk the moon š«¶
HOW MANY PIERCINGS?
just two on my earlobes for now! not going to do anything else until i figure out if i can get more with my job HAHA
HOW MANY TATTOOS?
none </3 i wanna get the homunculus tattoo from fmab SO BAD
HOW FAST CAN YOU RUN?
if iām running iām either on the treadmill or being chased so. probably not that fast
WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HAIR?
brown. rlly want to get skunk hair with blonde underneath but once againā¦ā¦need to see if my job will allow it lmfao
WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?
blue!
WHAT MAKES YOU ANGRY?
many things but today itās the governor of my state and ppl who are rude to service workers
DO YOU LIKE YOUR NAME?
yes! i picked out beck a long time ago bc i liked the androgyny of it and i still rlly like it <33
DO YOU WANT A BOY OR A GIRL AS A CHILD?
no kids babey!! my cat is a boy though and heās enough
WHAT ARE YOUR STRENGTHS?
iām resourceful, creative, and i donāt give up on things that are important to me.
WHAT ARE YOUR WEAKNESSES?
why is this a job interview i canāt shut up once i start talking and have a hard time being able to tell when i need to stop. also mega perfectionist and tend to overanalyze every other conversation i have lmao
WHATāS THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSPREAD?
white with purple flowers!
WHATāS THE COLOR OF YOUR ROOM?
itās this purplish grey (which doesnāt sound super appealing but i promise itās a very calming color LOL i painted it over the summer) and i have brown wood floors.
tagging: @seung-scrittore @decembermoonskz @sulfurcosmos @lotus-dly @lixesque @txtkids and anyone who would like to or hasnāt already done this! as always, no pressure on the tags ā these are just for fun and nothing serious š¤
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I cannot tell you how much it hurts my heart to read your feelings about your mom. I lost a very close relationship with my brother because of the extreme right lies and trump crap. I don't think i have spoken to him in a year outside of birthday and holiday wishes. As a mom of 4, ages 16 to 23, I have 1 that has come out as bi, 1 as a lesbian, 1 is straight and my oldest says labels are for soup cans. I'm not your momma, and I wouldn't want to budge in where I don't belong, but I am proud of you. You are a hard working, sweet, intelligent young lady who genuinely cares about others feelings. I have seen posts from you where you could've dived into the mud and dragged people and you don't do that. You take the high road. You are patient with repeated questions and still answer each one no matter how many times they come up. I have yet to see you make someone feel stupid. In times like now, these characteristics are rare. Most people don't want to show they care at all. Being bi is just part of it. I wish I could tell you it will definitely get better and your mother will come to her senses, but it could take a long time or never happen at all. But she could have an epiphany. I admit I rage verbally at the news, sometimes I rant and rave like a mad woman. but I don't think politicians, the government and the church have the right to decide how human a person is. I know you didn't ask for all this, that you were venting. But I hear you. And I accept everything about you.
thank you so much for this ask. your kind words made me tear up. i appreciate you reaching out to me to say all of this. it's nice to see something like this unexpectedly.
i will say outside of politics, my mom and i get along really well. she's been my best friend since i was a kid, even more so now since i don't have any physical friends. it's just when it comes to politics we do not agree AT ALL. which is why i do my best to remind her every time she starts to talk about politics that i just don't want to hear bc it just becomes a screaming match.
i just wish at times i knew how to debate better, or had all the facts. bc i usually just get too angry to even speak and just have to walk away bc i don't want to scream at my mom. and she likes to act like she knows everything and that i know so little when in reality i'm paying attention to the news just as much as her, the difference is i just don't watch fox news and don't listen to whatever bullshit they're trying to make ppl angry about now.
i will say my saving grace is that while my mom is republican and likes trump, she isn't a maga person. she's not all about him, and she's not devoted to him like some of his followers are. she's just a somewhat-conservative, republican. she isn't into qan*n and all that shit, thank god. she's mostly level headed, she justā¦. watches way too much fox news. and i do also have the benefit of my brother, who is very good at debating and is on my side for the most part. i wouldn't say he's a leftist like me, but he doesn't agree with her and ngl i kinda always love hearing them debate bc he says all the shit i wish i knew how to word. he points out a lot of her hypocrisies.
as i mentioned in the tags of my post, i think once my father passed away, her jadedness for life just... grew. i think she lost a lot of her empathy for ppl when he died since that was her soulmate. and it breaks my heart to see her change like this, but i understand her hurt. she was like this too back when her father passed away, but i was four or five when this happened, so i never noticed. but her and my dad talked about it before as i got older and how she just stopped caring for a while. so i'm kinda hoping things will swing back around eventually.
and growing up, i had a really good home life. a safe one too, which i know a lot of ppl (and a lot of my ex-friends) couldn't say the same so i'm grateful for my parents. my mom had a really hard life, and life hasn't been easy for us in a very long time. i get her frustration, i get her anger. however, she's taking it out on the wrong ppl and it's just easier to punch down than up. so i try my best to give her the empathy she doesn't give others anymore.
my life hasn't been easy either. i've had depression and anxiety since i was 13, and have tried to end my life twice. all the financial struggles my family has had i have had. but i think what sets me apart from my mom is that i don't want to be angry. i don't want to hold onto that stuff the rest of my life. i know i won't make it if i do. the pain and anguish i've dealt with makes me understand ppl, not wish others feel the same as me. i don't want ppl to suffer like i have. and i don't want to grow envious of those that have it easier than me.
one of the worst things she ever told me growing up was "once you get older, you'll understand how the real world works. you'll be just as jaded as me and your father." and i made a promise to myself that would never happen. and so far i'm sticking to it. i just find it strange that the ppl, the person, that taught me to be kind isn't kind anymore. or at least is decidedly kind, which is almost worse in my opinion.
(and as i said in my previous post i don't feel unsafe to come out, i just don't want to deal with the hassle of having to explain myself. i'm a grown adult, if i want to fuck somebody and that somebody is a woman, or even identifies as something else entirely, it really doesn't matter what my mom has to say about it. i'm not a teenager anymore hoping my mom approves. tbh i just want her to know and to accept it as normal so if it ever happens it's not breaking news lol)
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Recovering from being cheated on. I feel sick to my stomach. Havenāt ate for the past two days. I remembered I talk to you often on here anonymously. Besides me I like seeing your rĆ©ponses to other ppl. Looking for way to distract myself and find healthy entertainment.
Words honestly cannot express how sorry I am that youāre going through that. When I first moved out of my mom's place, I moved in with a woman who was adamant about us getting a place together when I finished school mainly because it was financially beneficial for both of us but partially when considered in retrospect was more beneficial for her. My mom had reservations and wanted me to move into my own place alone but when I talked to the woman at the time about what my mom thought she guilt-tripped me into moving in with her anyways. We were together for a year and a half before moving in and our relationship lasted 2 years in total. It deteriorated when we lived together and she didnāt want to try and make it better then the pandemic happened and she started working from home and then eventually got laid off. All the problems we faced in our relationship could no longer be avoided. I worked really hard to better our communication and figure out how to designate tasks between us as far as household responsibilities so that neither she nor I would feel taken advantage of in our home. She ended up cheating on me anyways and I found out the day she broke up with me āto figure herself outā because she was so insistent on us splitting everything 50/50 despite me being able to pay for everything it took 3 months for her to move out. I had to lay my head next to her for weeks until I eventually couldn't take being next to such a terrible person and started sleeping in my living room and eventually moved out of my apartment for the last month because it was such a toxic environment. (I was going to work seeing patients die almost daily-weekly while trying to put on a smiling face while going through hell every day internally and not being able to even feel peace when I went home) The day I found out she cheated I confronted her and she lied to my face and told me she would never and that she loved me so dearly, then I showed her the texts and she then said she was so sorry and would never do it again only to find her texting pictures the same guy later that night and proceeded to tell him I was some bum ex that was living in her couch because I had run out of luck. Cheaters will try and turn you into a hollowed shell of yourself by slowly disposing of all of the goodness you have in yourself. DO NOT ALLOW THEM TO WIN. I couldnāt fathom the thought of true happiness again after that, but my family and friends were there for me, I took time to learn to love myself and experience life alone, I eventually met the love of my life who I lost at some point but have recently reconnected with again in a turbulent time in my life. Iām not saying you need to find love again to feel whole but essentially what Iām trying to say is theyāve already taken your joy away once, every day you allow them to continue taking is a day you sacrifice your own happiness and potential for true satisfaction. Guard your heart but donāt lock it away. Your love is what defines you, you cannot allow the mistakes of another to break you. This all may not make sense now but someday when you climb out of the depths of despair, the sun will be there. I use Tumblr as a point of reference, I document my heartbreaks and deeply emotional moments here to later look back and remind myself āwow Iāve really been through some shit, Iām so proud of myself for not giving upā. Who knows someone like you may see your notes and reach out as you did for me and that one person can make all the difference. I know you and others have helped me so much without me even knowing your names, and that speaks volumes.
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I've followed you on different blogs for what feels like a long time and always wanted to send this message but never thought I could, so I just wanna say now: thank you for being so kind to your past self. it took me... a very very long time to realize I wasn't the enemy of myself, that it was okay to make mistakes when I was younger, and I hardly ever see anyone acknowledge this fact. your comics really helped change my view and like... reaffirm, I guess, that it's not healthy to blame your past self for everything it did.
obviously you're no mental health professional, and I'm not sending this message to be like 'you cured me!' but rather to just say those comics make me tear up every time I see them because I've finally in the past few years stopped viewing younger me as an enemy and its so refreshing to see something that portrays that kind of feeling. so uh... thank you for sharing them, I guess? thank you for sharing something so personal with people who can relate in a positive way.
take care!
hey, thank you so much. i'm really really glad you've found that kindness for yourself too. it took me SOOOO fucking long to get here and i'm still working on it -- i feel like i've said this before but like, 90% of why i make art abt it when i have realizations like this is literally bc drawing it out helps me remember it, and then 90% of why i share it is bc it's really valuable to me to think i can potentially help ppl find similar realizations more easily/faster than i did. it sucks to do this stuff all by yourself. it sucks marginally less to see someone u can kind of wave and "same hat" at
anyway i still forget all the time lol. so thank u, and also thank u to everyone else who is impacted by my work and says literally anything abt it (tags, messages, etc) bc that also kind of helps keep this stuff fresh in my mind/keeps it "real" to me instead of like, a therapy platitude i think about and then stop living with. the super frustrating thing abt recovery/change is that once u figure something out it's not cemented; it's very easy to just like, forget and go right back to treating urself like shit the next day. (we have a lifetime of practice in pain but for most of us kindness and patience is very new, btw, which is why we have to be patient abt how long it takes this stuff to stick.) but getting reminded of the way other ppl connect is often what keeps me on track
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pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader
summary: a year of crushing and jungkookās finally asked you out on a proper date.Ā
genre: classmates to lovers??!, established friendship, they go on a date <3, jk is so stressed out, !fancy restaurant warning!, jk is A GENTLEMAN!! but wbk, oc is a nerd but is BOLD AF!!
warnings: mature!! (18+!!), SMUT,...they make out, LOTS of built up tension is let out tonite!, fingering, praise kink, handjob, backseat action, semi-public sex?? very strong language, jk overuses the nickname ābabyā
word count: 9k
authorās note: pt. 3 of seatmate!jk. WEāVE GOT SOME FILTH TODAY PPL!!!!!!! this is my first time releasing a piece of writing that has smut in it so pls!! let me know what u think!!! iām open to criticism but i cry easily soā¦ pls pls be nice (ļ¼“ā½ļ¼“) LMAO!! i also completely made up the program for ocean scientists that oc talks about LMAO i just needed her to ramble for a bit hahahah
additional note: also pls imagine jungkook looking like this in class and then wearing this for their date. also if ur curious, this is what i imagined ocās dress to look like :)
okay enjoy!! thank u ( Ė Ā³Ė)
it was the end of the semester and of course, the only time jungkook would be running late to class was when he was finally going to ask you out on a date. so far, everything seems to be going against the idea. his alarm didnāt go off on time, the shower took way too long to warm up, and his car was low on gas. now heās speed walking, almost running, to lecture to make sure that his seat next to you isnāt taken.Ā
he wants to make sure this goes perfectly. he spent the past two weeks stressing over the plans. asking for recommendations for nice restaurants in the city in almost every group chat he was in. his friend (the one with parents as ceoās, eunwoo), helped him and got him a reservation at this one five star restaurant that jungkookās never been to. eunwoo told him that it was the prettiest place heās ever been to, said it would be perfect for a first date.Ā
jungkook specifically remembers you telling him that youāve never gone on an actual dinner date. ice cream dates, movie theater dates, and amusement park dates were what you were used to. there was nothing wrong with that, itās just that youāve never experienced a candlelit dinner at a restaurant, thatās it. jungkook just wanted to be the first one to experience it with you.Ā
so when his morning starts off this shitty, he wonders if his plans are falling apart. he tries to keep a good, positive mindset, but heās already so nervous and the universe seems to be telling him: donāt do it, sheāll reject you, youāre gonna look stupid in front of her.Ā
meanwhile, youāre early this lecture. it was the last class of the semester and you were hoping that you could get a nice conversation with jungkook in before it started. the two of you have gotten a lot closer since you last hung out. the chain of events starting with you apologizing for being so embarrassing,Ā
[12:44 pm] you: jungkook!!! oh my god i am so sorry for last night š
[12:45 pm] you: i donāt take alcohol very well š
[12:50 pm] jungkook: šššššššš
[12:50 pm] jungkook: no need to apologize! are u feeling sick? hungover?Ā
[12:52 pm] you: omg no not really
[12:52 pm] you: ur a great drinking buddy, i owe u one š„ŗ
[12:53 pm] jungkook: itās alright cutie
[12:54 pm] jungkook: just happy ur feeling okay :)Ā
[12:56 pm] you: let me make it up to u š iāll buy us lunch one of these days?Ā
[12:57 pm] jungkook: ah no can do cutieĀ
[12:57 pm] jungkook: have to buy u dinner firstĀ
the thought of the conversation makes you smile. that one conversation starting the domino effect of the two of you talking almost everyday for the past two weeks. you couldnāt help but expect jungkook to at least be here, but if he didnāt wanna come, then he didnāt have to.Ā
you sat in your seat, patiently waiting for the one next to you to be filled by him. the hall was starting to fill now and class was about to start. you look around one last time to see that jungkook is still nowhere to be seen, and that a familiar brown-haired guy was beginning to walk up to you.Ā
āhello, ___! is this seat taken?ā taehyung smiles brightly, you look down at the seat next to you. your bag saving the spot for jungkook. maybe he skipped this lecture, since it was practically for nothing anyway, youāve already taken the final and there was no other material to learn, it was more so to wrap things up and see if anyone still needed to understand something.Ā
your brain comes to a conclusion. you remove your bag and say, āno, go ahead,ā to taehyung with a small smile on your face, one that hides the disappointment riddling your mind.Ā
itās about five minutes after the professor starts talking when jungkook finally walks in. he looks up to try and find you as he walks up the steps of the auditorium. his eyes land on you and taehyung, chatting amongst yourselves. he canāt help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy, thatās his seat. even though there were no assigned seats, the place next to you was always his, thatās just how it was, and seeing someone else sitting there, especially taehyung, makes jungkookās green monster pop out.Ā
you feel a presence step behind you while you were talking to taehyung, and before you know it, jungkook is sitting in the seat next to taehyung. āoh! good morning, jungkook!ā youāre smiling to him. he doesnāt grant you one of his regular vocal responses, rather he gives you a tight-lipped grin before he leans back into his chair and focuses on whatever the professor was saying.Ā
maybe he was jealous. witnessing you and taehyung having a wonderful conversation, one that makes you smile and laugh like he does. you didnāt even notice him when he came up the stairs, only greeting him when he sat down. no, he was definitely jealous.Ā
youāre stealing glances his way, pretending to be interested in whatever taehyung is talking about. heās wearing the most boyfriend-est outfit in the world. a white long sleeve with grey sweatpants, his long hair tied up in a ponytail. youāre unconsciously biting your lip as you stare at him, heās just so cool. heās not even doing much other than looking straight forward. but this angle lets you see his sharp jawline and his side profile perfectly.Ā
you felt bad, one hundred percent. you should have told taehyung that the seat was taken, because now he was talking your ear off and you didnāt mind it, but you wanted someone else to be talking your ear off and it was the guy sitting next to him.Ā
when taehyung changes his focus to your professor talking about a summer he had in paris. you steal another glance at jungkook. you catch him staring at you, your eyes meet. he doesnāt keep the connection, cutting it off by moving his head and looking straight ahead. his jaw clenches, arms coming over and across his chest. he seems angry, you pick up on the energy now. an idea pops in your head to try and make him feel better. reaching into your bag to find one of your index cards, writing a message on it.Ā
feeling okay?Ā
you scoot your chair back a bit, pretending to stretch as you tap jungkookās shoulder. he turns his head to you, eyebrows raised. you hand him the paper. he stares at first, eyes flickering between you and the paper. reluctantly, he takes it, unfolding his crossed arms to receive the note. you scoot back into your seat and lean into the table, lowering your chin onto the desk.Ā
jungkook tries to hide his smile as he reads your little note. how could he ever stay mad at you? it wasnāt your fault he was late. so he replies, his black ink has a stark contrast against your green highlighter. he can already feel his bad mood brightening.Ā
yeah, didnāt save me a seat? :(Ā
this time he folds the note, handing it to taehyung and telling him to pass it to you. āreally? youāre passing notes? weāre in college, jeon.ā taehyung snickers as he slides the paper towards you.Ā
you let a small laugh, reading the note. taehyungās scolding continues as you write your response on the index card. you changed your green highlighter out with a blue pen.Ā
i came super early :( waited 20 mins for u </3Ā but i didnāt think u were coming so i let taehyung sit hereĀ
you send it back and watch jungkookās somewhat straight face contort into a smile. there it is, the smile that you know and love.Ā
jungkook on the other hand could cry. you came early. you waited for him. god, had he royally fucked this up. he makes his mind up now.Ā
iām sorry :( let me make it up to u?Ā can i take you out on a date tonight?Ā
check:Ā āÆ Ā yesĀ āÆ noĀ
jungkook keeps the paper for a good minute, reading the note over and over again, thinking about how childish this way of asking is. but at the same time, jungkook knows that if he talks to you about it after class, heāll gloss over the words and never ask you. letting the reservation and plans he made weeks ago render themselves useless. it was now or never.Ā
so he fully sends it, tapping your shoulder and giving it to you directly. you open the note and scan the words, sending him the sweetest look heās ever received in his life. he thinks that would be a yes. he hopes. you write something onto the card and pass it back to him, your hand grazing his for a second.Ā
ā« yes :) ā”Ā āÆ noĀ
the rest of the class passes pretty quickly. not that you were paying any attention. jungkook had emailed you a link to a game that the two of you could play, a weird version of snakes. jungkook kept cheating, you swore it, but in all honesty, you knew you couldnāt compete when it came to jungkook and his computer games. a clap from the professor breaks your attention from your screen, āalright, that was the last class of anatomy 101!ā he then goes on a two minute long speech thanking the entire class for their great work this past year. he ends his ment with, āgood luck and make good decisions! have a fun summer!āĀ
you take your time packing your things, a little too long for someone that just has a laptop to put into their bag. taehyung says goodbye to the both of you and leaves first, the seat in between you both empty. now it was just the two of you. a small blush creeps onto your cheeks. you were well past your high school crush phase, but jungkook makes you feel so shy again.Ā
you try to hide it by speaking first, āso, a date?āĀ
he sends you that award winning smile that makes you swoon. āyeah, did you change your mind?āĀ
you shake your head. āis it casual? fancy? want me to wear a dress again?ā you tease, finally pushing your computer into your bag and standing.Ā
jungkook gulps. you looked so pretty that night in a dress. āfancy,ā he answers, āyou can wear a dress if you want, pantsuits are cool tooā whatever you want.ā he finishes packing as well, standing next to you as you both begin to walk down the stairs.Ā
āokay then,ā you smile. āwhat time should i be ready?āĀ
āiāll come and pick you up at seven, is that okay?ā he replies, hand in his pockets. you both make your way out of the room and start to move towards the parking lot.Ā
āsounds good,ā you nod, approaching your car. jungkook walks you to your door, his eyes focused on your sweet smile and your eyes. if jungkook didnāt know any better, he would have thought you were leaning closer towards him. a small laugh leaves your throat. āsee you later, kookie.āĀ
he sends you a smile, the nickname tugging at his heartstrings. the realization hits him after youāve already driven away and heās sitting in the driver seat of his car. an embarrassing blush covers his face, he takes a deep breath and laughs to himself. finally. a year of crushing and heās finally asked you on a proper date.Ā
jungkook is quite frankly, freaking the fuck out. he isnāt sure what to wear and his hair isnāt working with him. the long strands seemingly out to make his life a living hell when he tries to style it. one strand always looks out of place, or the way that it parts doesnāt sit right. heās pacing his bathroom, debating if he should just shower again and take all the stupid fucking product out of his hair.Ā
he gives in after ten minutes of deliberation. a quick shower removing all the wax and gel from his hair. the ends of his hair dripping when he goes to check his phone, the time reading: 6:45. he was gonna be late to pick you up. now heās full on panicking. he has no other choice then to skip the hair product all together and just let his hair dry and part on itās own. he slides on his all black fancy outfit he had planned out just in case the first one didnāt work out. he steps out of his apartment after grabbing his car keys, wallet, and the flowers he bought earlier in the day for you.Ā
a friend of his works in a flower shop. jungkook remembers you sayingĀ that you like all flowers and that you couldnāt choose if you had to. so his friend asked what you were like, trying to figure out a way to style the bouquet without knowing your favorites. jungkook said the general things; youāre sweet like an apple, probably sweeter, like candy. youāre so pretty, itās blessing that heās able to lay his eyes upon you. youāre smart, too smart for him to flirt stupidly like he always does, ācause you outsmart him and flirt with him back in a wittier way. youāreā that was enough information, his friend told him he was babbling again. jungkook only had to wait ten minutes for his friend to finish fixing up a beautiful bouquet for you.Ā
the bouquet is placed on the passenger seat as he starts his car, texting you when he realizes itās almost five minutes until 7.Ā
[6:54 pm] jungkook: fuckĀ
[6:54 pm] jungkook: iām gonna be a little late
[6:55 pm] jungkook: i swear iām not standing u up
[6:55 pm] jungkook: ok iām putting my phone down to drive to u now, sorry cutie!!Ā
[6:57 pm] you: ah okay!Ā
[6:57 pm] you: i was getting a little worried haha
[6:58 pm] you: see u in a bit <3
jungkook drives safely, but efficiently to your apartment. the drive only taking about five minutes because the stop lights were gracing him with green lights his entire way to you. he parks right in front, grabbing the flowers and hopping out of the car. when he knocks on your door, he starts to feel his nerves work against him. the adrenaline from rushing here gave him enough energy to hype himself up, but now as heās standing here at your door, waiting for you to answer, his throat starts to dry and his hands start to sweat.Ā
the metal door slides open, revealing you. in your silk dress, draping over your body in the most flattering way. the neckline deliciously hangs down to reveal your cleavage ever so slightly and the slit on the dress, displaying your thigh teasingly. jungkook is speechless at his first glance at you. his eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open, catching himself drooling once you step out from your apartment.Ā
āhā hi, you lookā wow,ā he stumbles over his words, taking a step back to admire you once again. āyouāre fucking stunning.āĀ Ā
you brush your hair back behind your ear, your hand covering the blush covering your cheeks. āthank you, you look very handsome, jungkook.ā you reach out and play with his black tie. he looks down when you do, remembering that he was holding a bouquet of flowers for you.Ā
he holds them out, āthese are for you.ā like a kid giving his crush a dandelion he picked from the grass.Ā
āthese are gorgeous, jungkook! thank you.ā you look up to him with your signature sweet eyes, the ones that never fail to make him melt. ājust give me one sec, iāll put these down and then we can go?ā you ask, holding onto the bouquet and waiting for him to respond. a quick nod is all you need to open your door and place them in the fridge. you come out a few seconds later, locking your door and standing by jungkook again.Ā
āthat was fast,ā he comments. he holds his arm out for you to hold, which you gratefully take.Ā
āi just put them in the fridge, my grandma showed me the trick, it helps them live a little longer,ā you explain. the two of you walking out to his parked car. he never lets your hand touch the handle, always opening the door for you.Ā
āwhen they die, iāll just buy you new ones.ā closing the door for you and making his way to the drivers seat.Ā
you scrunch your nose. when he comes back and joins you in the car, you voice your worry. āitās kind of a waste, donāt you think?āĀ
he shakes his head, āif itās for you, nothingās a waste.āĀ
jungkook was a professional with his words. always rendering you speechless.Ā
with that he starts the car and begins driving into the busier part of seoul. he makes his way into the restaurants parking garage, the building looks to be about five stories. the architecture itself looks expensive, you wonder where jungkook is taking you tonight. he parks the car, turning off the engine, and moving to open the door for you. he takes your hand and you hold onto your dress, fixing it once you get out of the car. god, youāre so pretty. he was so nervous.Ā
āready, my lady?ā he smiles, his arm out for you to hold.Ā
it makes you laugh, a snort almost. āiāve never seen you so proper, mr. jeon.āĀ
āonly for you,ā he winks. your heels click against the concrete floor as he leads the two of you into the building. the high ceilings and multiple chandeliers are what greet you first, the brightness of the place giving the sun something to rival. jungkook brings you over to the waiting area, telling you to wait for a minute as he checks you guys in.Ā
this was crazy to say the least. the last time you went on a date, it was to the movie theaters. youāve never been in a place like this; a doorman greeting every guest as they walk in, checking in to eat, multi-story, etc. the more you look around, the cooler it is. āletās go?ā jungkookās voice makes you turn your head. you stand, taking his hand.Ā
the two of you follow a man wearing a black and white suit, with a long tail jacket. he brings you to the elevators, holding the doors open for you both. you step in and he presses the fifth button, which was the top floor. you squeeze jungkookās hand. he repeats the action, looking to you and silently asking if you were okay with the look in his eyes and the raise of his eyebrows. you nod, a smile on your face.Ā
with that the elevator doors open, the metal doors sliding apart to reveal a private terrace. only a couple tables on the entire floor. a few people sitting down and enjoying their dinners. beautiful greenery surrounding the perimeter, the night sky only making it prettier. your mouth is left agape, youāre stuck in the elevator, speechless. jungkook gently tugs you forward, following the suit man to the table.Ā
jungkook pulls your chair out for you. you could cry at the chivalry. you sit and he pushes the chair in, jungkook follows soon, sitting in the chair across from you. the man hands the two of you the menu and moves away from the table, standing back near to the elevator, waiting until you are both ready to order.Ā
āthis is fucking crazy,ā you whisper-shout. the terrace was lit by these bright fairy lights that were hidden in the plants and were above the tables as well. it looked like little fairies and fire flies were in the air, roaming around.Ā
āi know right!ā jungkook looked as surprised as you were. āi asked my friends for some help and holy shit!āĀ
āthey know youāre on a date with me right now?ā you ask, raising your eyebrows.Ā
to this he furrows his eyebrows, āof course they do, i talk about you all the timeāābut he stops himself from exposing himself any further. you canāt help but giggle. āi mean, i asked them to help me make this special, and here we are.āĀ
you swoon. heās so sweet for planning all of this out and wanting to make you feel special. the two of you look through the menu, jungkook warns you not to look at the prices, telling you to get whatever you want because the price doesnāt matter. but of course, your eyes stray to the numbers, the meals costing a pretty penny for a simple spaghetti plate, the cheapest thing on there. you were craving pasta anyway, you didnāt mind. the two of you order and wait for the food to arrive.Ā
the city of seoul was just below you, not too high but high enough to turn people into smaller figures of themselves. the night lights look gorgeous from up here. the warm summer night only complimenting the gorgeous atmosphere.Ā
āthe view is so pretty,ā you gaze out into the city. the pretty colors from all the lights of the different stores and restaurants complementing each other so beautifully.Ā
jungkook was in awe, he knows that the city below you is gorgeous, but he canāt seem to get his eyes off of you. your chin resting in the palm of your hand as your eyes search through the streets. āyeahā¦ā he agrees, āvery beautiful.ā he smiles, only looking at you.Ā
the food comes and you both dig in. the two of you enjoy some conversation with each other as you eat. the topic of growing up comes up, both of you explaining the occupations you wanted, and you said something that sparked curiosity in jungkook. āyour childhood dream was to live in california?ā he smiles, chewing on his steak. most of the time kids dream about going to the moon or finding atlantis, but you wanted to go to america?Ā
you nod, āsounds funny right? when i was a teen, i watched a lot of 90210.āĀ
āis that all though? you only wanted to go because of a tv show?ā he asks. thereās something youāre hiding, and jungkook can see it in the way that you hide your smile.Ā
at first, you hesitate, but you open your mouth to speak, āwellā there isā no, itās embarrassing.ā you shake your head, changing your mind and reverting your eyes down. staring at the plate of pasta in front of you. guys you talked to didnāt wanna hear about it, they thought what you were into was boring, embarrassing almost. a part of you feared that jungkook would feel the same.Ā
you feel his hand on your chin, tilting your head up. āi wanna hear about it.ā his face telling you the truth, the sincerity in his eyes as he patiently waits for you to explain.Ā
āthereās this science program in california, they explore new ideas for researching the ocean, like trying to see what lurks in the deep blue, helping fix the rising oceans, everything-- oh my god, and they like go on field trips to different countries to see the coastlines and historical sitesāā you cut yourself off when you realize that youāre talking at the speed of light. āiām rambling.ā you were terrified to see his reaction.Ā
but when your eyes finally meet jungkookās, theyāre full of light. and his smile is so big. ādude, thatās so dope!ā he grins, āi didnāt know you were so into the ocean!āĀ
it was the bare minimum, being nice, but that was hard to find when it came to the majority of the male species. obviously, jungkook is above average, he only proves that the more time you spend with him.Ā
āoh, i love it! my parents would bring me to the beach and i would cry every time we would have to leave, aquariums too, and the fish section in the pet stores.ā you gush, leaning into the table to tell jungkook more. he leans into his hand, resting his cheek against his fist as he listens to you spill your knowledge and love.Ā
he notes that the next date should be at the beach or an aquarium. it was a great time for him to learn this, especially since it was summer. the weather in favor of the cold ocean waves. jungkook swears he can listen to you talk until the end of time. your sweet voice can be the narration to his life, heād never get sick of it.Ā
the food on both of your plates had been cleared, the conversation sizzling into a comfortable silence before the man came back to give you the bill. jungkook doesnāt let you see it, instead just sticking his card in the black folder thing, and giving it back to the fancy suit man. it wasnāt long before he came back, handing jungkook back his card and giving the both of you a lollipop with gold flakes encased inside.Ā
you gasp at the piece of candy, now that was ridiculous. you werenāt one to reject a lollipop though, gratefully taking the candy and popping it into your mouth. jungkook does the same. it tastes of blueberry. at this point he stands up, moving in front of you and holding his hand out to you. āletās look around? i heard they have a cool museum on the second floor.āĀ
you take his hand, āi love museums!ā the two of you make your way to the elevator, the man (he never told you his name) kept the door open for you both. he presses the second floor button when jungkook asks him for the museum. the elevator landing on the second floor, the doors slide open to show a completely empty art hall. this place shocking you every chance it gets. you didnāt think it could get better, but it did.Ā
when the two of you exit the elevator, the man leaves you to it, taking the elevator down and leaving you alone. your eyes scan the place, huge paintings on the walls, small paintings in collages, some sculptures on the floor, it felt like a pop-up museum. you both make your way down the enormous hallway, both sides of the roomās wall displaying works of art. you stop at one specific painting, the familiar work has you spewing random facts. āthese are the lovers!Ā i had to analyze this once,ā you speak. the art displaying a couple kissing, both of their heads covered by a white sheet. āthe real one is in australia, i think.ā you laugh, tapping the lollipop against your lips.Ā
jungkook listens intently, but he doesnāt pay attention to the painting on the wall. everytime he does, his eyes always revert to you. the art doesnāt stand a chance against you in his book. you, yourself, were a piece of art, one that was rare in this world, one of a kind.Ā
he canāt seem to resist. taking your hand and raising it over your head, the way that they do in ballroom dancing. if a twirl was what he wanted, then so he got it. ābeautiful,ā he compliments, pulling you in close for a hug. the two of you swaying in the middle of the hall of this stupidly expensive restaurant.Ā
you look up to him, making full eye contact as the two of you lean on one foot to the other. probably looking like a lovesick couple, getting lost in the moment. which, you were. your eyes flicker from his eyes down to his lips, he seems to do the same thing. his hand moves to caress your face, the swaying ceased. now the two of you are centimeters apart, noses brushing against each other. if jungkook doesnāt kiss you now, he thinks heāll combust. so when he feels you pushing forward, he does the same, meeting you in the middle. your lips connect. the kiss almost identical to the painting in front of you.Ā
jungkook swears he felt himself levitating. your lips are sweet, the blueberry flavor of the lollipop lingering on them. heās had his fair share of kisses in his life. makeouts, pecks, cheek kisses, all types of kisses. but something about this one tells him that heās in for it. heāll never be able to get enough now that heās gotten a taste.Ā
neither of you want to take it too far; swallowing each other's faces in a distinguished, five star restaurantās museum didnāt seem very proper. so the two of you make your way out of the building, thanking everyone at the front desk, especially the man that helped you out today, and walking into the parking garage where jungkookās car was.Ā
when you get to his car, he moves to open the passenger door for you but you stop him with a hand on his arm. you reach to open the back door handle and his eyes almost bulge out. everyone knows what happens in the backseat, and jungkook did not prepare himself for something like this.Ā
you look up at him with the most innocent eyes, but thereās something devious hidden in your smile when you ask, ādo you wanna talk for a bit longer? in the backseat? itās more comfortable than sitting in the front.āĀ
jungkook never took you for someone this bold. itās either you didnāt know the meaning of the backseat (which was totally fine) or you knew very well, and had plans to devour jungkook (which was also totally fine).
he chickens out, his hands starting to sweat. ādo you want to just go for a little walk or something?ā itās not like jungkook didnāt want anything to happen, itās that he did. if he starts, he doesnāt know if heāll ever recover from it. he walks a tightrope around you when it comes to his self control. one wrong move, and heās terrified that heāll fuck everything up.Ā
āoh, itās just my feet kinda hurt from these heels.ā you pout, lifting you foot up to show him the almost stiletto heel.Ā
his eyes widen. why didnāt he think of that? āohā oh shit, i didnāt evenā yeah, letās sit.ā he tugs on the door, letting you slide into the back seat. he follows, leaving a good amount of space between you both to make sure that there was nothing too suspicious going on. you hope your bold moves hide your nervousness, despite your confidence, jungkookās unsure looks make you want to curl up into a ball. did he not want this?Ā
the air was different now. in the restaurant the two of you had been so carefree, slow dancing in the museum, and landing a sweet kiss on each otherās lips. but now, an uncomfortable silence tears at the two of you. your hesitance makes you speak, trying to see if a conversation would ease the tension in the air. āi had a lot of fun tonight, kookie, thank you.āĀ
it seems to comfort jungkook, he lets out a breath he didnāt know he was holding in. with a small smile on his face he replies, āme too, i was really nervous you wouldnāt like the food.āĀ
āoh it was good! iāll eat anything really, itās justāā
āyou didnāt like the place? was it too muchāā
āno, jungkook, oh my godā i loved it, it was just really expensive, i still feel really bad about you paying for all of it,ā you look to him seriously. ālet me give you at least my half?āĀ
he shakes his head, āi asked you out on this date, it means i pay, donāt worry about the price.āĀ
you roll your eyes playfully, ābig spender huh?ā
a pretty laugh escapes his lips. āhard worker too.āĀ
to this you smile, you stare at his impossibly-perfect face, noticing a stray eyelash on his cheek. you see a chance to strike and you take it immediately. you lean forward to swipe it off. jungkook almost leans into your touch. heās so terrified that heāll embarrass himself right now, so heās been holding back tremendously. but the way you pick the eyelash off and place it on your thumb with a smile on your face, it eases most of the tension in his chest.Ā
āmake a wish!ā you hold your thumb up to his lips. his eyes cross to look at the piece of hair on your finger, but nevertheless he obliged. shutting his eyes tight, making a wish, and blowing the eyelash off of your thumb.Ā
you let out a small cheer before you ask him, āwhatād you wish for?āĀ
āif i told you then my wish wouldnāt come true, right?ā he boops your nose. suddenly, jungkook doesnāt feel so nervous. his nerves calming at the feeling of your soft hands against his face. you make him so nervous, but at the same time you make him so comfortable and make him want to be himself. it seems as though the two of you were staring at each other for a while. jungkook was thinking about how much he likes you, the same ideas run through your mind. the thoughts make you wish for something more.Ā
ācan i kiss you again, kookie?āĀ
he stares at you, weighing his options. if he kisses you now, then he has to strategically only give you a few kisses, he absolutely cannot make out with you, or else, jungkook will succumb to his desires.
but he takes a little too long to respond. the both of you overthinking the fuck out of the situation. it makes you draw back. āitās okay if you donāt wantāāĀ
āno, no, please, kiss me,ā he brings you back, moving closer to you. licking his lips in anticipation as you slowly push forward, closing the gap between you both. the kiss is so sweet, like the one in the museum. jungkook can still taste the blueberry lingering on your lips. he doesnāt think heāll ever get tired of kissing you.Ā
you pull away first. your eyes scanning his face to see any expression of regret. thereās none. his hand moves to the side of your face, caressing your face and bringing you to him once again to meet your lips. he canāt get enough. ātell me what you wished for, please,ā you speak against his lips.Ā
he smiles into the kiss. he wasnāt going to tell you, but since you were asking so nicely, he gives you a kiss on the cheek when he answers, āi wished for a second date.āĀ
āoh, didnāt you know?ā you kiss both of his cheeks before speaking again, āi grant wishes,ā with wink.
āfuck, youāre so cute,ā he thinks out loud, it makes you blush. pink cheeks out for show and jungkook thinks you look even cuter. he dives in for one more kiss, telling himself this will be the last one, but when you make sweet noises against his lips, it has him wanting more. hands moving down to your waist, pulling you in and letting you climb onto his lap. he pulls away first, trying to get a hold of himself. āi uhā actually, didnāt plan for this to happen,ā he mumbles against your skin, tripping over his words.Ā
you look down, arms wrapped around his neck. āhm? what did you plan?āĀ
āwe were supposed to kiss on the next date i take you on and i didnāt thinkā weāre just ahead of schedule, thatās all.ā jungkook tries to explain that he didnāt want to rush it, god no. he wanted to take his time, make sure that you didnāt feel pressured to do anything. but now, it seems like youāre taking the wheel and jungkook doesnāt mind it one bit.
āoh so you had like a real plan? like times and everything?ā the thought of it makes you laugh, and the way that jungkook flushes makes you want to pinch his cheeks.Ā
he pouts when you giggle, ādonāt laugh, i just really, really wanted to do it right, youāre just so amazing and i didnāt wanna fuck it up.ā
you smile at his concern. the fact that you have the uni heartthrob planning dates in his head down to the details and wanting to be sure he does it right makes your head spin. you hope jungkook doesnāt notice the way that your heart is beating three times the normal rate when you go to kiss him again. the only sounds in the car are labored breaths and your lips smacking together. it doesnāt take long before youāre grinding into him. his growing bulge rubbing against your soaking core. a groan leaving him when you grind particularly harder, his hands moving to your ass to grip it. you melt in his arms, small whimpers leaving your throat as jungkook drinks them up
you pull away from his lips, giving his cheeks attention then leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way to his ear. one final kiss is planted below his earlobe before you whisper, āam i ruining your plans, kookie?āĀ
jungkook tries his best to conceal his groan, tries his best to ignore his incredibly hard dick in his jeans, but youāre so pretty and youāre on top of him, kissing him. it feels like a dream to jungkook. it is quite literally a dream come true.Ā
he was already playing with fire, your body a flame in the cold, he moves closer and closer until he burns. āfuck plans,ā he breathes. a hand comes back to caress your face once again. filthy thoughts flooding his brain. he wonders what being in between your legs is like, what you sound like when you cum. he wants to make you cry and beg for his cock. but he holds himself back, knowing that youāll have time to try everything out, if you wanted of course. he leans the both of you forward, his large hands splayed on your back to secure you on his lap. your lips find each other once more. ācan i touch you?ā he asks so sweetly, a hidden poison weaving through that you can slightly hear through the deep rumble of his voice.Ā
youāve never wanted anything more. āplease,ā you nod. your lips chasing his when he pulls further away.Ā
jungkook smiles at the action. ālay on my lap, baby.ā he instructs, tapping your thigh. the nickname rolling off his tongue, his voice seemingly dropping an entire octave. you raise your leg and move it over to sit on his lap, sideways. your back against the car door and his right hand rubbing your thighs ever so gently.Ā
ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½like this?ā you ask, looking to him for reassurance. he looks to you with eyes that youāve never seen, lusted and dark.Ā
āmhm, perfect,ā he nods. āgood girl.ā the praise goes straight to your belly, your panties flooding from how much you want him. his hands move slowly down your inner thighs as he goes in to kiss you again.Ā
youāre absentmindedly spreading your legs, making room for him. he smirks against your lips when he realizes. he knows what you want, so his fingers move to your panties, lightly putting pressure over your clothed bud. you whimper at the feeling, biting his lip in the process. he moans in response, putting a little more pressure against your bundle of nerves.Ā
ājungkook,ā you whine, pulling away from his lips, āplease.āĀ
āplease what, baby?ā he kisses your cheek, ātell me what you want.ā Ā
āplease touch me, please.ā you beg, making eye contact with him. jungkookās dick twitches at the sound of your begging. he wanted to string you along a little longer, but youāre being so good.Ā
āsince you asked so nicely, baby,ā he obliges. bunching your dress up around your waist and noticing the pretty black lace underwear you were wearing, āfor me?ā he asks. you nod, your teeth taking in your bottom lip. he groans at the thought, you getting ready and picking out these cute, risque panties out just for him. itās just too bad theyāre gonna be on the floor on his car. heās gonna need to ask for a rain check on admiring you and your cute underwear later.Ā Ā
you lift your hips to help him, underwear coming off to reveal your soaking pussy. āoh, fuck,ā jungkook murmurs at the sight of it. āyouāre so wet baby.ā he almost starts drooling, he canāt wait to taste you, but heās still hesitant, only wanting to do what you want to. next time, he can eat you out. right now, heāll admire the delicious sight and make you cum on his fingers.Ā
your eyes travel to the window directly in front of you, suddenly feeling insecure. thighs closing, thinking about how someone could look in and see. āwhat about the windowsāāĀ
ātheyāre tinted, no one can see from the outside in, i promise.ā he reassures, giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek before asking, ādo you still want to do this? we can stop now.ā heās so lovely, his concern and change in demeanor only making you want it more, knowing that he wouldnāt want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable with. sweet was sexy on jungkook. you never thought there would be a day that jeon jungkook fingers you in a parking lot of a five star restaurant, but here you are. and you wouldnāt have it any other way.Ā
so you shake your head, taking his hand, and placing it back in between your legs. āplease.āĀ
āanything for you.ā he whispers in your ear before running his middle finger up your slit, collecting your wetness, and spreading it around your clit. he continues making tight circles on your clit, the sensation drives you crazy. you lean your head back against the window, moaning out. it was almost humiliating how reactive you were, you hadnāt indulged in this kind of intimacy in a while, almost a year to be specific.Ā
it wasnāt helping that jungkook was a fucking pro. the right amount of pressure and the placement of his digits against you has you dripping onto his nice, dress pants. you hoped nobody else was in the parking garage, else they would hear your cries of jungkookās name. āmore, kookie, moreā fuck.āĀ
āmore baby?ā he questions, the sound of your moans going straight to his already hard dick. he thinks he could cum just to the sound of your voice. heās one hundred percent fucked when it comes to you. he dips his middle finger into your hole, you gasp in reaction. ālike that? hmm? āĀ
jungkook knew was he was doing, he had you spread wide in the backseat of his car, already on the verge on an orgasm. he had a few years of experience on his belt, a āretired fuck boyā he was, but heās never wanted to please somebody more than he does right now with you. you just looked so pretty like this, so eager and begging for more.Ā
he adds his ring finger now, his thumb against your clit. āoh, godāā you mutter, the feeling of his fingers and his thumb on your clit is too good. his fingers fucking you better than anyone elseās dick ever has. you found yourself bucking your hips against his fingers. ākookie, kiss me, please,ā you look up to him with the eyes he can never fucking deny. so he kisses you, drinking up your moans as you fuck yourself up onto his fingers.Ā
āi didnāt know you were such a dirty girl,ā he murmurs against your lips. your walls clenching around him, āletting me touch you like this in the backseat of my car?ā his usual sweet demeanor now contorting into this cocky guy with an ego. it makes you even wetter. the squelch of your pussy every time his fingers push in is loud, the sound is music to jungkookās ears.Ā
āonlyā only for you, jungkook,ā you whimper.Ā you feel a familiar knot in your stomach tighten. he looked so hot like this. eager to please. his bottom lip caught in his teeth and a strand of his long hair dangling in front of his eyes.Ā
āgood girl, all mine,ā he kisses your neck. it may seem just like something you say during sex, but jungkook wanted it to be true. wanted you and only you. all to himself. he makes his way to a sweet spot, the feeling makes you tilt your head, giving him more access to kiss and suck along the sensitive skin. the discomfort of your back against the hard door was the last of your worries. your orgasm creeping closer and closer, juices leaking all overs his fingers. āso wet baby,ā he growls, āi know i could just slide in, fuck you so good.āĀ
āp-please, i want it.ā the thought of jungkook fucking you senseless, oh, youād go crazy. begging wasnāt something you did when it came to sex, most of the time it was quiet, moans and breaths were the only things that youād hear, no dirty words or praises. it was a good change, you never thought that youād be so into being talked through it.Ā
he smiles at your eagerness, āpatience baby, gotta take you on another date, yeah?ā kissing your pursed lips. always so sweet and lovely.Ā
you feel his fingers push a little deeper, curling to find that sweet spot inside of you. your reaction does something to him, makes him hit the exact same spot, over and over again, in a slow, torturous beat just so he can draw those delicious gasps and moans out of you. jungkook feels close. heās never felt like this before, so wound up. he ignores it, pushing it to the back of his head to focus on helping you reach your climax.Ā
lucky for jungkook, he didnāt have to wait very long. his fingers were longer and a thicker than yours, his efforts making you get there faster than you ever could. the consistent deep strokes of his fingers make the warning signals go off in your head. you speak a verbal warning before, āfuck, iām gonna cum,ā your voice pitches a little higher than usual.Ā
āgonna cum all over my fingers, baby?ā he gives you one last sloppy kiss before youāre moaning out and coming onto his fingers, eyes screwed shut as your walls convulse rapidly as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm. āfuck, youāre so hot, ___.āĀ
you feel a smile break on your face. āyouāre not so bad yourself,ā you wink, still trying to catch your breath. a laugh slips from his mouth, small smirk on his mouth to match. he slips his fingers out, your body twitching at the over stimulation.Ā
Ā āiām sorry, baby,ā he apologizes. inspecting his fingers, your pale almost-white cum coating the digits. he brings them to his mouth, sucking on your sweet sap. youāve never seen anything hotter in your life. āsweet, just like you,ā he smirks. you shrink in his stare, hiding your blush. like you totally didnāt just cum on his fingers.Ā
youāre distracted by the feeling of something hard resting under your thigh, itās then that you realize, āwhat aboutāā you start but jungkook cuts you off quick.Ā
āno, no, itās okay, itāll go away soon.ā he shakes his head, but you furrow your eyebrows.Ā
you pull on his black tie, making him lean forward and make eye contact with you ācan i?ā you ask, so sweetly.Ā
he stares at you with the most sexed eyes youāve ever witnessed. āyouāre driving me crazy.āĀ
āyouāre always so sweet to me, jungkook,ā you kiss his cheek. readjusting yourself in his lap, straddling him once more. ātook me on this amazing dinner, always treating me like a princess.ā your lips travel down from his cheeks to his jawline, then to his neck. he shudders at the feeling of your lips against his sensitive skin. your hands move from around his neck to travel further down, to the latch of his belt. his breath hitches. ālet me return the favor, kookie.ā
āiāā he laughs, the embarrassment evident in the pink tint on his face. āi wonāt last very long.āĀ
you didnāt mind, just assuring him with a sweet kiss on the cheek before you start removing his belt. jungkook leans his head back on the headrest, his neck exposed for you to kiss and suck. you unbutton and unzip, pulling his pants and his boxers down at the same time. his size makes your eyes bulge. he was huge. your mouth waters at the sight.Ā
āyouāre so big, kook.ā you egg him on, fueling his ego because he just looked so hot. your hand moves to hold him at the base, he lets out a shaky breath when your soft skin meets his. jungkookās head is in the clouds, he could cum right now if he let go, but heās holds himself back, not wanting to look like a fool in front of you. your hand moves up his dick, your thumb collecting the precum dripping from his hole, your thumb running over his slit as he groans.Ā
his hips buck up, āshit, baby.ā he just sounds so good. you could just lick him up. you collect some saliva in your mouth, letting it drip from your mouth onto his dick to lube your hand. he groans at the sight, āyouāre so filthy, baby, holy shit.āĀ
you smirk at the admission, the spit making it so easy for your hand to glide against his cock. the feeling makes him throw his head back again. his chest rising and falling.Ā the picture of him with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his mouth agape makes your lower belly light up once more, you clench around nothing. leaning in as you pump his cock to whisper in his ear, āwanna fuck me so bad? have me crying on your cock? you want that, donāt you, kookie?āĀ
jungkook twitches at your words. thatās exactly what he wants. was he that easy to read? was that what you wanted too? the thought of it makes him want to explode, āohā god, ffuckā fuck,ā he sputters. his hand coming up to hover above his head, your hand still pumping as the spurts of his cum shoot out. you smile at the action, knowing he didnāt wanna fuck up your dress. instead just making a mess of him and his hand. he takes deep breaths before speaking, āthereās a little box of tissues in the center console, could you hand it to me, baby?āĀ
you lean back, opening the console and reaching for the small box that sits in the center. before you give it to him, your eyes flicker to the sticky mess all over jungkookās hand and groin. a sudden urge to lick takes you over, holding jungkookās hand and bringing it up to your mouth. you lick the dripping cum from the palm of his hand as he watches, maintaining eye contact the entire time.Ā
jungkook shivers, a smile creeping on his face, āyouā youāre evil.ā the remark makes you laugh.Ā
āsorry, just wanted to help clean up.ā you smile, swallowing the cum you collected on your tongue.Ā
āyeah, yeah, youāre not the sweet girl i thought you were,ā jungkook quirks a brow.Ā
you roll your eyes playfully, āyou donāt like it?āĀ
ānope, i love it, youāre perfect.ā jungkook wipes off the remaining mess from his lap and his hand. you help him clean up tissues and he picks up your panties that were discarded on the floor. the two of you fix yourselves before stepping out of the back seat, jungkook opens the passenger door for you before he goes to a trashcan and throws away the soiled tissues.Ā
he joins you back in the car, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. you were rambling about how happy you were that no one was around and how there were no security cameras in the parking garage. jungkook blabbers too, telling you about how embarrassed he is that he barely lasted a few minutes. before the two of you knew it, his car parked in front of your apartment complex.Ā
he stands outside of your front door, leaning against the doorframe. all dreamy and not like he just made you cum in the backseat of his car. ātext me before you sleep?ā he smiles.Ā
you nod, āof course,ā reflecting the same smile. you wave before closing your door. the date being more than you ever expected. there was no way jungkook was real. he had to be a figment of your imagination, he was the absolute dream guy.Ā
you lay in bed, staring at the stars on your ceiling. a blush creeping up to your cheeks once more when you think about the events that took place tonight.Ā
[11:02 pm] you: thank you for tonight, jungkookĀ
[11:02 pm] you: it was magical <3Ā
[11:03 pm] jungkook: no problem cutie, i had an amazing time with you
[11:04 pm] jungkook: feeling okay?Ā
[11:06 pm] you: iām great!!! more than okay
[11:07 pm] jungkook: š
[11:07 pm] jungkook: iām glad cutie
[11:08 pm] you: lunch on me next time? now that youāve taken me for dinner :)Ā
[11:08 pm] jungkook: sure, iām down :)Ā
[11:09 pm] you: iām rlly tired kookieĀ
[11:10 pm] you: gonna head to sleep nowĀ
[11:10 pm] jungkook: alright cutieĀ
[11:11 pm] jungkook: sweet dreams!Ā
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I think we can find a middle ground between bashing every single thing you're fav is doing and prohibiting yourself from having discussions about the goods AND the bads of your fav career. I think you can do both. And can still keep your stan card. It's not exclusive.
I can say I hated Cherry and Uncharted, and still want better for him because I genuinely think he is talented and love to see him on my screen. I follow him because of his personality and I think he is a great actor with potential. I don't think we should turn this into a "good fan/bad fan" debate just because you criticize something (movies) that are meant to be criticized. If we didn't had opinions, what would be the point ? It doesn't have to be always negative, and I agree that fans acting like he has the worst career in the world rn is over dramatic. But wondering why we have 0 casting announcement ? Looking back at his filmography and saying you dont like most of it ? I don't think it's that far of a reach.
Whoa wait a second Anon.... You "hated" "Uncharted"? Whaaaa? š„“ TOM in a wet t-shirt couldn't even save the movie for you? š
This is the first time I've heard someone say they actually HATED the movie. But hey, I guess art is subjective. š¤·š¾āāļø
To me it was just an enjoyable popcorn šæ flick with some great eye-candy š Not to be taken too seriously. I enjoyed it! Reminded me of a cross btwn Indiana Jones and Lara Croft. šš¾
Anyway....
I don't usually think there's anything wrong with having a healthy discussion about your fave and their work. As you all know, I love discourse lol. š
Do you know how many films I haven't really cared for, or thought were dumb that some of my acting faves have been in lol? š I either just watch simply to enjoy them in it, or just make jokes about how crappy the movie was, but I still love the actor and appreciate their projects that I DO enjoy. š¤·š¾āāļø
The problem I mainly see with SOME of Tom's fans however is that it seems like this "constructive criticism" gets a bit out of hand, fans go a little too far, and it almost comes across as being a bit mean to me. šš¤·š¾āāļø
I feel like SOME fans take things a bit too seriously, and don't know how to just ENJOY an actor, enjoy the journey they're on at this moment in time, and simply just relax, be patient, and appreciate them for them.....instead of nitpicking over every single little thing. š„“
Do you know how LONG it's taken some in the industry to get their "big break"? š Or to FINALLY be recognized for their acting talent? Sometimes it takes some ppl a long time! Some fans have been waiting YEARS.
Say what you will about Marvel films, but Marvel DEFINITELY helped put Tom Holland on ppl's radar. It probably would have taken Tom a LOT longer to even get in people's view had it not been for Marvel. And he certainly wouldn't have had so much close access to such incredible acting talent in the industry who constantly pat him on the back of it weren't for Marvel. So Marvel has done Tom good imo.
I almost feel like the complaints some fans have about his career aren't even really about Tom tbh.... I feel like it's more so about competition or smthg, and I just don't feel like it's even necessary.
Tom is a GOOD actor. He will always have roles waiting for him because he's actually talented. I honestly don't know why some fans even worry? Jmho š¤·š¾āāļø
I could see if he were a BAD actor.... but he's not! š„“
Long story short, there's nothing wrong with being honest about how you feel about your fave's work. You can still hate a project but love the person. š¤·š¾āāļø But sometimes it just feels like some just complain JUST to complain. That's my only gripe.
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DAMAGE DONE FOR KENPACHI SOULMATE CAN YOU IMAGINE THE A N G S T AND CONFUSION
Ā I know ppl who follow this blog have taste because you were the the first of four ppl to ask for this exact combo jdhdjsjs. We are all Kenpachi brain rot compliant.
Features: Cutting/self harm, a real shit start to a relationship, and angst.
Bleach Your Soul: Ask Meme
Kenpachi Zaraki + Damage:
So much of your life was defined by isolation. A patient treated terminal. Everyone paid you the same attention they would a ghost, fleeting smiles and tears that fell over your bed as though it were a grave.
How could you not feel tortured and angry, to be saddled with a soul mate determined to drag you through hell with them? There were times you truly believed were your last. Stabs too close to your guts. Slashes peeling open to far towards your heart.
There was little room in your thoughts to worry about who suffered with you, other than to curse them. Whether they struggled to live or delighted in violence, you didnāt know. You didnāt care. It was hard to care about anything while laying in your deathbed. Through childhood, your heart withered like the flowers always dying on your window sill. If only theyād throw you away for good, as well.
You garnered hobbies to keep busy rather than to enjoy them. Your stitching, calligraphy, and precocious little drawings stained in blood more often than not. The 4th division was your jail. Your soulmate, your warden. Keeping you there, always.
For years, you begged them. Desperate to be heard--to have a modicum of fucking control--, you carved words into your skin. Were they scared the first time you did it? Did they hate it? Did it hurt them?
Vindictive, you hoped all your horrible thoughts were so. When you cut āstop. stop. stop. stop.ā you did it on your side and hip, so it would reopen. Again. And again. And again. And--
They never responded. No matter what you wrote. āPlease stop.ā āIt hurts.ā āDoesnāt it hurt you?ā āI hate you.ā āWho are you.ā āDonāt you care?ā āKill me.ā āDie.ā āIām sorry.āĀ
Slowly, then suddenly, the damage that had been near daily stopped for so many years stopped. Your family settled you back in the home, a living urn. They said your name and stroked your cheek and smiled too small when you spoke.
Your skin buzzed with the absence of what had plagued your entire youth. Was it sickness or shame that drove your blade through your skin still? Did you just miss it? Was the violence boiling you alive with no where to spill out anymore?
There were times you swore minuscule nicks would appear, healing too fast to smooth over, but staying long enough to feel. Older, able to be among people, you realized what that could mean. What kind of person youād told to die as a pithy little tween.
Were they alive--really alive? Did anyone else care or were you the only one?
āSongbirds.ā āHello.ā āYour name?ā āSorry.ā āWork sucks.ā āToo hot.ā āAlive?ā āHotpot.ā āCut words.ā āPlease.ā āAlive?ā āShinigami.ā ā13th.ā āRank?ā āRukongai?ā āIām sorry.ā
@
Retsu Unohana, the only woman he couldnāt quite look in the eye, was there to smile all serene-like over him. After heād lost. Figures sheād be there when he fucking lost.
She asked him all those annoying questions about how his body felt and told him all the things he needed to heal from. He wanted to shake her like Yachiru did when he wasnāt paying attention enough for her liking. Who gave a shit about all that--he lost and got what he deserved. He had to get stronger. Just because sheād abandoned her pride didnāt mean he would.Ā
āYour soulmate is here, too.ā
Kenpachi couldnāt ignore that one. He never ignored that one. Not that they let him, with all their fucking writing. Saying the strangest shit sometimes too.
When he was young, heād been paranoid, not knowing what the fuck was doing the writing. Heād swing his sword over his calf or side or thigh, expecting to lob and invisible arm off. Running, Kenpachi would try to out pace the fucker.
Ā Yumichika explained it like having one was exciting. Ikkaku had yelped for Yumichika to knock it off as the man with beautifully kept hands had given himself a paper cut.
āSee? It means the person youāre meant for feels everything you do on the battlefield.ā His colorful eyelids narrowed, sights shifting between his captain and Ikkaku. āOr in the file cabinet, if either of you would bother to help out.ā
The more he understood--and thought about it--the less he wanted to meet them. His soulmate. Kenpachi wasnāt a person who forgave weakeness and anyone meant for him wouldnāt either, right?
Heād been consumed by sleepless nights, futile attempts to nap, and brutal training sessions, trying to keep his failures out of mind after the realization. What if Yachiru had been forced to take every blow the same as he had? Whenever he tucked in his lieutenant, the question ate at him further.
With time, there had come some form of solace--one day heād find the thrill of a horrible battle again, to drown the thoughts out. But what Ichigo Kurosaki had offered hadnāt been horrible in the way heād imagined. And here he was, face turned away from Unohanaās thinly veiled impatience, his feelings too complicated to bother with fully.
āWell?ā
Unohana stood, like she was disappointed and Kenpachi couldnāt help but snap at her, āFine. Whatever.ā
She smiled, soft as sheād gotten, and went to the door. āFine to what? I only told you theyāre here. But if youāre so determined to see them, Captain Zaraki, follow me.ā
@
Grumbling about how much he hated āthat sneaky shitā, Kenpachi did follow her, and went through the door she gestured at before being closed in with your recovering body. Your body hadnāt healed as fast as his, but that wasnāt a surprise--youād be a captain for sure if you could pull that shit off.
Worst of all, you were awake, the scar lining one side of your face as thick as his own. No one else was in the room with you. There were no flowers or cards. And your mouth was hanging open.
āYouāre alive.ā
āYeah well,ā Kenpachi didnāt know what to say, trailing off as one of his fingers brushed over his thigh.
āEveryone is talking about your fight,ā you said, filling his silence with a light shrug. āI figured it was more than coincidence that I ended up like this at the same time. Iām glad it was you and not the ryoka.ā
āYou thought that kid was your soulmate?ā
āHow was i supposed to know? No oneās seen him since your fight, or so theyāre saying.ā
āThe scarās pretty fucking obvious.ā
āUh, Iāve never seen you before and itās not like youāre ever in the Seireitei Bulletin or...or wandering around where people could find you!ā
Kenpachi winced, not because of your words, but because the closer he got, the more your sweat and shaking arms showed. You mustāve been like this for a lot of your life. A worming feeling of guilt he seldom felt curled in his belly. Now that he had a person to pin to the thought, it swelled large.
Maybe if he were a softer person, someone rounded out like the long gone Yachiru turned Unohana, heād say something comforting or concerned or even charming. But his hand was still on his thigh and his mounting frustration at himself, all revolving around his lack of strength, felt thick on his tongue.
āThis mean youāre gonna stop with the fucking words?ā
You pulled your head back slow, looking up at him like you couldnāt decide between succumbing to exhaustion or lunging at him.
āWhat if I donāt? What if I just keep going till you respond?ā
āYouāll keep going until ya die.ā
āWell, great! Thereās youāre answer,ā you scoffed. āYouāll have to kill me.ā
It was a shit start, all things considered, and the silence that took over the room as Kenpachi sat on the nearest chair, so hard it almost cracked, felt as horrible as his zanpakuto refusing to answer him.
āThe nameās Kenpachi Zaraki,ā he said, resolved to at least get your name.
āYeah, I know.ā
āDamn right, you do. Now tell me yours.ā
You wouldnāt have introduced yourself if he hadnāt looked so...well, you couldnāt quite tell what he looked like. Tired, maybe. Tired and wanting something.
So you gave him your name, your relief that he was alive, that you hadnāt wished him to his grave in your youth, outweighing your anger. An apology for putting you here was like grasping at the sky and hoping to hold a star, if his reputation proceeded him. So you let it go as best you could.
And Kenpachi settled back in the chair, grunting in acknowledgement. He didnāt think learning your name was gonna make him stronger, but it felt nice to hear someone talking to him like a person and not a beast.
If he was being honest, itād always felt nice to be given your words, when so many people refused to give him any. A bit awkwardly, he stayed while you fell victim to sleep, your breath slow before he spoke again.
āThanks.ā
#kenpachi zaraki#kenpachi x reader#kenpachi zaraki x reader#bleach imagines#bleach fanfic#kenpachi having to grapple with his love for battle having direct consequences on someone he comes to care for more and more#and reader having to decide if they can move past the fuck ton of harm he's done to them or if they can't make peace with it#especially since he is not going to apologize for it#like lmao Kenpachi you keep calling Unohana a weak coward in your mind but just you wait JUST YOU WAIT#can you bare to lose the only one who loves you when both yachirus are dead and no greater enemy than a god will ever come again#tybw with this au would be pain#bc tbh i don't think reader would make it#unless they were also put in a pod
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hehe so recently i hit 300 lovelies and as a thank you i wanted to create an event! bare in mind that this is the first event i ever initiated, so it might suck ass LMAO (or nobody will participate) however, let me not get ahead of myself and anticipate what could go wrong.
i started this blog initially bcs i was bored during covid. never in a million years did i expect to meet such lovely sweethearts who i can now call my moots/friends and even family. a lot has happened in my personal life and writing became my safe sanctuary. the fact that i could use writing as a positive coping mechanism and having ppl actually like the shit i write, made me feel validated in a sense. so yea, i truly thank you all for sticking around with me. enough being sappy tho, iām sure yāall would like to skip that and see what i have to offer for my very first event āØ
THIS EVENT IS CLOSED | REQUESTS LEFT: [0]
š½ event #1 : match-up
i know this has been done a lot already by other very talented creators/writers, but i always enjoy receiving one so why not do it on my own event? basically based on the info you provide me, iāll match you with a character, include pics of the vibe you both give me and a song that reminds me of you both.
the info i need from you :
fandom: tokyorev, hq or bnha
if you want the character to be female or male or if it doesnāt matter
short description of yourself
your rising sign and mbti
your aesthetic
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
š½ event #2 : drabble
based on the character you want, i will write a short drabble for you (circa. +/- 300-500 words). it can range from anything tbh and i hope to be as accurate as possible.
the info i need from you :
fandom: tokyorev, hq or bnha
top-3 characters youād like me to write a drabble for
give me a short description of your personality
your rising sign and mbti
your love language
likes and dislikes (a few will do)
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
š½ event #3 : moodboard
this idea is thanks to bby sum sum (thank you babes š¤) basically this one is pretty self-explanatory. based on the info you give me, iāll make a moodboard for you and the character of your choice.
the info i need from you :
fandom: tokyorev, hq or bnha
character of your choice
general theme (aesthetic, color, etc.)
š guidelines:
you can submit an ask from today (sunday April 3th) until next sunday April 10th
this event is primarily sfw, purely bcs i havenāt written as much nsfw yet and i donāt want to give yāall something i donāt 100% stand behind off
pls be patient with me since iām a fulltime intern and student. it might either take me a bit of time to get to all the events (or if iām procrastinating, i might get to them quicker hehe)
this event is open to anyone. i know itās to celebrate me reaching 300 lovelies, but i donāt want to exclude anyone. followers and non-followers can enter two times and moots can enter four times
each fandom is one entry (same applies to the characters). you can enter an event multiple times, just be mindful of how many times you may enter in general
if any of the results/finished pieces i give you are not to your preference, then iām truly sorry about that. just know that i strive to give yāall as much quality content as i can, but iām only human and i can make mistakes as well. pls refrain from sending any hate, be civil.
lastly, have fun with the entries! iād love to read all of them and iām excited to provide as much serotonin induced content as i can.
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
Ā© sennsational 2022 - all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, or repost my works and claim it as yours.
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AOT : HOLIDAY HEADCANONS
these totally werenāt supposed to go up yesterday ahaha-Ā
P.S: this is my first writing post!! i thought it would be an easier transition by writing hcās, and i got my friend saniya (@bokesaniyaboke) to help me out with writing them, so i hope yāall enjoy :) (enjoy our 2 am chaos-)
i have more writing planned for the future too, and decided that iāll be writing for:Ā
- attack on titan
- bungou stray dogsĀ
- free!
- fugou keiji: balance unlimited.Ā
donāt be shy to send in your requests, iām more than happy to do them ;)Ā
anyways, i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want more! and to those of you that celebrated, hope you had a merry Christmas :)Ā
LEVI
Decorating the house with him!! Except heād be trying to get out of doing it at first lol
Heād be pissed about the mess that would come with decorating the houseĀ
But if you keep pestering him enough heāll eventually give in lolĀ
Heād be very meticulous about which decorations go where, but youāre just gonna have to put up with thatĀ
Pls donāt complain too much, he really wouldnāt be doing it with anyone elseĀ
(in the words of saniya: āur the only exception be happy about that)
Idk why but i feel like heād be really good at hanging up the lights?? With the placement and whatnot?Ā
He probably has a very keen aesthetic eye i feel like (saniya: āpinterest but as a person vibesā)Ā Ā
At the end of it, while yāall are sitting on the couch drinking some tea, he quietly mumbles how he likes the work you two didĀ
But you felt like teasing him and he got all huffy and said it louder, obviously calling you a brat right after cuz why wouldnāt heĀ
ERENĀ
Ask him to make gingerbread houses!! pls heād be so excited about itĀ
Heād even go to the store himself and get all the supplies on his way home and you both wouldnāt waste a minute to start a baby
Look heād start getting competitive (pls we all know how he is) and would turn it into a competition so be prepared for that lolĀ
But when his gingerbread house falls over he starts getting angry
Proceeds to drive to the companyās factory to break it down in his titan form (thereās no stopping him now)Ā
Gets Armin to join him and they smash the houses in their titan forms together LMFAOFNDND PLEASE IM WHEEZING-Ā
But for real, heād probably get pouty, and turn into a whiny baby
Donāt call him out on it though heāll just get even worse lolĀ Ā
Shower him with kisses right after and heāll be blushy but heās fine dw about itĀ
Heāll get over himself eventually and then proceed to ask with a boyish grin on his face if you wanna give up and just eat the houses as they areĀ
Yāall end up with stomach aches but itās fine he makes it a little more bearable :))
MIKASAĀ
Making ornaments (pls itād be so cutenjdjn)
Saniya: āshe would stab me with an ornament and iād say thank youāĀ
Comfortable silence with a little chatter here and there
Every now and then she rests her head on your shoulder (softie)Ā
Just like Armin, getting super flustered and blushy when you compliment herĀ
She helps hang the ornaments onto the tree and the tree turns out to look so pretty
Would take your hand and sit the two of you on the couch and just admire the tree in silenceĀ
Itās so comforting you slowly feel like youāre about to fall asleepĀ
Make her some hot chocolate pls all she really wants is to cherish this atmosphere the two of you have created, all huddled up on the couch togetherĀ
Sheād totally fall asleep cause the girlās always working in overdrive pls does she even sleep-
Make sure sheās warm alright?? If u donāt iāll stab you ;)
JEANĀ
Watches hallmark movies with you, only to make fun of them (romance at itās finest amirite)Ā
Popcorn fights while watching themĀ
Will get mad when you see a horse and say ālook itās you horse faceāĀ
He says the dumbest pick up lines during the movie as an attempt to impress youĀ
āhey y/n, can i have your picture so i can show santa what i want for christmas?āĀ
ājean, weāre literally dating-āĀ
Something romantic will happen in the movie and Jean will continuously ask you to recreate that scene. āy/n can we-ā āif your about to ask me if you can spin me whilst ice skating, then noā āaw :(āĀ
Oh to be spun by jean while ice skating- but thatās not the pointĀ
Wrap him up in a blanket while watching the movies, heāll meltĀ
Call him out on it and heāll turn into ereh 2.0 (aka another whiny baby)Ā
Jkjk but heāll definitely try to deny it cuz u know heās a ābiG oL maNLy maNā but heās a softie ;)
ARMINĀ
Making holiday cards with himĀ
When you bring up the idea his face lights up instantly itās the cutest thing omg
I can see him bringing his own supplies to help with getting started
Envelopes, letter paper, markers. Hell, heāll show up with glitter markers (those things are god-tier istg-)
he gets super flustered and red when you compliment his card
SUCH A CREATIVE BOI
If you mess up on your card heās totally gonna be there to cheer you up!!
āHey donāt worry, you can just start on a new one :Dā
He probably wonāt ask but he lowkey wants the card you messed up on cuz he thinks itās cute
Makes cards for everyone and then takes you with him to deliver them
Would be really shy at the post office cuz heās never done this beforeĀ
*cue you falling even more head over heels for him because heās just so?? endearing?? itās insane??*
Eventually, he gets the hang of it and ends up having a really fun time :D
Let him be the one to place the stamps on the envelopes, itās ~therapeutic~ for himĀ
Overall, heās probably the best person if you wanna use this as a healing opportunity tbh, the entire day is just filled with the calmest atmosphere one could wish for, and the smiles never leave your faces, even after youāve finished
CONNIEĀ
Snowball fights w/ our resident baldy jKJKJK
Pls you wouldnāt even plan for it to happenĀ
It just kinda,, did,,Ā
Yāall weāre walking through the park, on your way back from lunch or somethingĀ
But you decided to make a pit-stop at the park cuz you saw an ice cream truck (do yāall know how rare those are in winter?? Iād be running to get to it pls i have no self-control)Ā
Anyways, other ppl had the same idea, so now yāall were standing in line waitingĀ
As he was looking around, his eyes landed on some other kids throwing snowballs at each other, and ideas started forming in his head uh oh-
And there just so happened to be a pile of snow right next to his feet-Ā
Yāall can probably guess what happened-Ā
āHey y/nā āyeah-?ā *throws it right at your face*Ā
And so the war beginsĀ
Two words: S N O WĀ F O R T S. pls ppl would be concerned as they walked by and saw yāall just trying to fucking PUMMEL each other (sounds like fun tho i wanna do it now :( havenāt done it in years pls-)Ā
But you have to stop it before one of you gets hypothermia considering how long yāall have been going at itĀ
Anyways, heāll buy you a hot chocolate to make up for making you frozen to the bone dw :)
SASHAĀ
Popcorn and cranberry garlandĀ
Look away for one second and the popcorn is gone but you donāt really mind
Make sure to bring a second batch of the popcorn because the first one WILL be goneĀ
(maybe even a third stashed away-)
Sheās really excited about it tho!! But didnāt expect it to take so long omgĀ
I imagine her to be really clumsy while making them, so pull a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie and help her out while holding her hands ;)Ā
She probably wonāt notice whatās going on for a good minute thoĀ
Pls be patient sheās doing her best šš¤š»
But once she does she has the cutest blush on her face pls (i just love her a lot can yāall tell-)Ā
Sheāll eventually get the hang of it and you both make really pretty garlands!!
She suggests hanging it up in the bathroom as a snack pls-
HANJIĀ
Caroling with them omfg-Ā
Itās gonna be chaotic
The neighbors hate yāall but its fineĀ
Look man if ur like me and canāt handle people being loud all the time bring earplugs cuz itās gonna get L O U D
But if you tell them that their screeching is giving you a headache theyāll absolutely tone it down!!
But donāt be surprised when they inevitably forget about that-
But if you're more energetic than I am then have at it ;)Ā
Pls me and my lazy ass could never handle that-Ā
Anyways when yāall reach the houses where they refuse to open the door?? Hanjiās breaking that shit down and hollering into their house at the top of their lungs
Ur literally gonna have to drag them away before someone calls the copsĀ
Moblit pls get over here and collect them Iām begging u dude-
Donāt be surprised if yāall spend the night in jail thatās just how itās gonna be oopsĀ
#these were supposed to go up earlier im so sorry folks-#but these were so fun to make#attack on titan x reader#aot x reader#aot headcanons#aot christmas hcs#attack on titan#levi ackerman x reader#eren jeager x reader#mikasa x reader#jean x reader#armin x reader#connie x reader#sasha x reader#hanji x reader
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thinking of bkdk in their late 40s when all their friends have already settled down with a family, izuku muses a lil forlornly how he would like to have someone to come home and katsuki just stares him dead in the eyes and says, "marry me then. i wont let you be lonely in that empty apartment."
the thing is bkdk are super successful heroes, they're the ranking no.1 and 2 and everyone knows their name but because izuku put so much effort into his career he never give himself the chance to meet someone and fall in love because the next things he know he's already 48 yrs old and still very single. as soon as he got right out of UA he had put himself right to work and hasn't truly stop since so izuku feels like he misses out on his youth, the flutter of first love, and now he feels like it's too late to grasp that chance again because he's too old to be stumbling around at love BUT here is katsuki suddenly telling izuku to marry him as though that would solve everything, solve izuku's worries and fears that he'll never experience love the way his friends had or knows what it feels to come home to a waiting arms that will comfort him after a hard day at work.
izuku first tries to laugh it off because katsuki cant be serious right?? but katsuki doesn't crack a single smile. "Do i look like im the type to joke about this kind shit to you?" he asks, voice steady and true. it is then that izuku realizes katsuki had meant every word he said.
but izuku still cant wrap his head around why would katsuki want to marry him of all things?? it is because they're both bachelor and wretchedly alone standing at the very top of their career where nobody can touch or hope to nobody can understand them like they do to each other?? izuku thinks that's a very dry reason to marry someone for the sake of convenience and not love at all because even though he'd devoted all his time to saving the world and helping ppl and HE'S OLD NOW but he still earnestly yearn to fall in love the ways all his friends had.
"If you needed company, we don't have to marry each other. I'm here for you always, you know that," izuku offers instead. "We're partners."
katsuki is silent briefly, then, he says, "You think i want to marry because you're convenience?"
Izuku blinks. "is that not it?"
"No," he says, all grave and serious, and for a moment izuku is breathless with realization.
"Oh," izuku replies, looking down at the table like it has all the answer in the world. "how long?"
"Since our third year at UA."
izuku jerks his head up, eyes wide with shock.
"whatāI, wait, you can't mean that right?" he shakes his head as he flounders for the right words. they're both almost hitting their 50s now, so if it started in their third year then it would be 30 years of katsuki waiting for him, of pining over izuku and all that time was lost because of it.
katsuki press his lips into a thin line. "I have never lie to you."
"IāI'm notā" izuku flushes, because this wasn't anything he had plan for. who would anyway? no one would ever believe that katsuki has been in love with him for almost 30 years and izuku only found out about it now. even though katsuki has revealed the secret he has been hiding for 3 decades, izuku has no answer for him. he didn't notice katsuki's feelings for this long not because he chose to willfully ignore it but because he has never thought of katsuki in that light and that is the sad truth of it all. katsuki must have realizes that too because he doesn't press for more from izuku.
"i'm sorry," izuku says, mind racing to come up with a proper reply to katsuki's feelings because he deserves that much. "it's not youā"
Katsuki scowls. "shut the fuck up, don't even start that with me."
izuku quickly shuts his mouth, floundering for another reply that with save both of their feelings.
"Six months," katsuki says instead, eyes firm and never once dull since izuku has known him. "give me six months to convince you and if it doesn't work out we can get divorce then."
"you still want to marry me?!" izuku asks in disbelief. "shouldn't we like date first at least? isn't that how normal relationship work?!"
katsuki roll his eyes. "we co-own an agency, you have your toothbrush at my house, and we spent 18hrs out of 24 together almost everyday. our friends joke about us being a married to each other as much as to our work, we're each other's first emergency contact if something were to happen," he continues, straightforward like he's listing their grocery for today, "and i cant ever imagine wanting anyone more than i ever want you."
throughout this strange turn in their conversation, izuku realizes not once has he ever heard katsuki said he loves him but the way katsuki had revealed his unwavering devotion that lasts 3 decades and the dry, bluntness in which he spoken of wanting izuku, it's heavy. this hefty thing that katsuki has carried with him for nearly 3 decades, and in those years what izuku thought katsuki was just disinterest in any romantic connection because not once had izuku seen him look at another person, but it's because he has eyes only for izuku and nobody else.
izuku should have known never to expect anything less then 120% with katsuki because if there's anything that means something to katsuki, he would give it all and then some. it's humbling really, to be loved so fiercely and with such devotion that 3 decades is worth every second of it but izuku doesn't know if he's worth it especially when he's hesitant about his own murky feelings. he loves katsuki undoubtedly. they're partners in more way then one, but he doesn't know if he can love katsuki the way he deserves to be love in return, to return that same level of intensity.
"and what if the six months went by and there's nothing show for it?" izuku mumbles, hands clasp together under the table. i dont want to ruin this friendship of ours, he doesn't say. "what if you get bored with me and realized this isn't something you want now. what happen then?"
"you're stuck with me for life even if we get a divorce. i won't let you ever get rid of me either way," katsuki says, lips twitching with the slightest hint of amusement. "and if you're worry about me getting bored of you, don't. i fucking wont." Itās firm, assured, and completely sincere.
izuku thinks anybody with a half a brain at all would see this admirable man right in front of them with his unwavering affection and devotion that he had nurtured for 3 decades would be half way in love already, but izuku neither race or skip a beat; it remains dull and unmoved. maybe he's really too old to love like this. maybe, it's not that he's too busy to ever search for it like everyone else but because he has all the love for everyone but none ever hold a special place in his heart. for all of katsuki's sharp edges, his feelings burn ever so brightly while izuku has since been numb to his own emotions. to give too much to the world, to his job that he has never let himself fall freely and unconditionally. it's terrifying.
"what if i hurt you instead?" he says, quiet and severe. "what if in the end i couldn't return what you've given me?"
katsuki doesn't answer right away. the air around them tenses, threatening to suffocate them in the waiting silence. then a hand grab his and draws it toward katsuki's chest. "don't fucking underestimate me, idiot. i can and will make you fall in love with me in 6 months. 6 months is more than enough to make you realize what a fucking dumbass you have been the entire time for not taking notice of me while i have been looking at you for almost half of our life," he says with the cocky assurance that propelled him to the no. 2 position and beyond.
for the first time since this exchange had started and taken a strange, strange turn that left him his world shaken to its core, izuku's heart feels lighten. He stifles a giggle. "i still think we should date at least. marriage is maybe jumping the gun a little too soon."
"No." Katsuki's eyes narrow, and he squeezes izuku's hand firmly. "i'm not giving you any chance to escape from this. we can do all the dumb dating things you could ever want but we're getting marry first."
izuku tries to draw his hand back but katsuki remains undeterred. "Kacchan, please," he says. half begging for his hand back and half pleading against his insane idea. who in their right mind would ever marry first then date each other?! That's just not how it work! yet, katsuki is an unmovable fortress against increasing izuku's distress.
"deku," he says, thumb running across izuku's knuckles in a soothing circle, "give me this chance. let me prove it to you that i can do it. take this leap of faith with me and i won't disappoint you. trust me with your heart like you trust me with your life and i promise i will keep it safe."
izuku draws out a long, lingering breath that leaves his head heady with a dawning realization. "o-okay," he finally acquiesces, shaken with the knowledge that his heart suddenly doesn't feel safe at all for the first time in a long time in the hands of the man in front of him. bakugou katsuki is dangerous, but to the tender beat of his heart.
Katsuki's lips stretch upward into a small, precious smile that rarely see the light of day, leaving izuku breathless just for a moment. "we'll go get the marriage license tomorrow."
"tomorrow?!" izuku shrieks.
maybe he has been wrong all along, maybe you're never too old fall in love and experience it for the first time and that sometimes the things that matter the most to you are always worth the wait even if take 3 decades and katsuki always been more patient then people give him credits for.
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