#also i love her outfit it looks so cozy
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SCREAMING AGAIN gosh I've been staring at this one all day 🥹 I just love the colors, the expressions, Rhaneys' crow's feet 🥹 one of my favorite scenes come to life, I can't thank you enough for creating this piece of art!!
A Distant Shore | Rhaenys/Corlys
[ Prologue | Chapter: 1, 2, 3 ] — iii. Out of Place, Out of Time Left on his own, Corlys goes searching for answers and solace.
We were going to post this chapter on Eve's birthday, however, it was slightly delayed as @evebestt had to be evacuated for a wildfire... But we hope you enjoy this third chapter before the madness of this season ends!
#the wind blowing her hair its so vibrant#and her wedding ring 🥹#also i love her outfit it looks so cozy#rhaenys x corlys#rhaenys targaryen#corlys velaryon#a distant shore verse#house of the dragon
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Geraldine McEwan and Julia McKenzie as Miss Marple → Warm outfits
AGATHA CHRISTIE'S MARPLE (2004 - 2013)
#miss marple#geraldine mcewan#julia mckenzie#agatha christie#perioddramaedit#tvedit#tvseriessource#userstream#cinemapix#chewieblog#missmarpleedit#*edit#marple 3x02: ordeal by innocence#marple 5x01: the pale horse#marple 6x02: greenshaw's folly#marple 6x03: endless night#they're both so cozy and THE CUTEST <3#i love the fuzziness of julia's blue outfit :)#geraldine usually wears pastels and browns#and julia's colors are grey and blue#julia has worn this blue outfit in 3 episodes#so you could say it's one of her signature looks#she also uses blue as an accent color a lot#i love the bit of red as an accent in geraldine's hat
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My personal rankings of each special splatfest Callie outfit because why not. This one is gonna be controversial 💀
1. Springfest

2. Splatoween

3. Grand Festival

4. Summer Nights

5. Frostyfest

#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatfest#callie#callie splatoon#splatoween#frostyfest#springfest#summer nights#grand festival#listen: I love the color pink ok#Springfest Callie is just so cute and fits the theme and her character perfectly. I NEED more images of her#I also adore Splatoween Callie. The classic Halloween vibes just speak to me. I especially love the red eyes little cat nose and stitches#not to mention the Halloween colors. Perfection#Do not get me wrong though: Grandfest Callie is adorable. I LOVE the punk princess aesthetic. I just wish there was a bit more flair#aside from that the outfit fits her to a T and she looks precious#oh boy...summer nights#look the outfit is pretty but I personally don't like the hairstyle#the chopped look isn't for me#I genuinely prefer the concept art version#at least cool to see Callie with a different hair style#it fits the summer vibes overall#why do people like the Frostyfest outfits for the Squid Sisters again?#they're so plain#yeah they look cozy but the only cool new detail is that they're wearing scarves. woooooow.#I mean she still looks pretty and adorable. It's Callie.#I just wish we got more
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Local feral animal gets coaxed into domesticity ! Discovers comfort !




#the arc in which noir finally coaxes her inside and then doesnt let her leave for the rest of time dhfjfk#makes her wear cozy clothing and actually yknow. calm down for once.#i love to imagine her trapping her in her apartment like some cat like. you will live in comfort and you will enjoy it!#the care and keeping of eclipse <3#also :) these are all at home outfits of mine if you're curious!#finally i have drawn her in a bunch of my clothes after *checks paper* 5+ years#god i love her clothing colors(i say completely unbiased)#noir dressing her every day just for her to sit around the house(real)#hope you guys dont mind the sudden influx of oc stuff(i say abt two drawings)#the urge has suddenly hit me so i MUST#thinking deeply abt my woobie way too close to home blorbo <3#her and her oversized clothing 🥹🥹 ill sob 😭😭#also man i like these but im also like. did i really need to stay up way past my 'bedtime'#was it really necessary(no but i did it anyways!!!)#also if you get down this far! lemme know which outfit you think looks best on her? :)#catie.art.#eclipse
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Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Kawajiri Shinobu Preliminary Poll


#i like how she's always dressed so cute#she's adorable honestly#i'd wear most of these too#i think the vest and dress look suits her but i also love the dress by itself..... but the polka dot skirt with the cable sweater#yeah no i have to give it to the cable sweater she pulls off cozy chic so well#kawajiri shinobu#shinobu kawajiri#diamond is unbreakable#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#who's hotter jjba#hottest jjba outfit bracket
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I am warm and full and cozy and thinking about Bucky who has gotten a few pounds on his stomach, not bc he has to bulk for a mission or anything but bc he's save and get three square meals and a snack every day. Lots of love and a pie on Sunday. The dream honestly
Answering this on a Monday but I feel very cozy about it!
Just Right
Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky learns to love food again, and his body.
Word Count: Over 750
Warnings: Mentions of HYDRA, recovery, body positivity, reference to oral sex, bit of humor, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I may need to do more of this, and much appreciated for the inspiration @v-wie-was. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky who was now able to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with snacks in between each meal and dessert after dinner, which took some getting used to.
Bucky who didn’t get to overindulge in foods he enjoyed while he was under HYDRA’s control. He was given enough to maintain his strength and nothing more and he never decided on what they provided.
Bucky who, when he thought about it, didn’t get to enjoy food since before he went off to war. He ate to sustain and survive and nothing more.
Bucky who had to learn all over again what he liked and disliked once he was free. Being able to choose was overwhelming and he almost broke down the first time he bought plums simply because he wanted them.
Bucky who with his heightened senses learned to appreciate certain smells and tastes and learned which places to avoid so it didn’t feel like sensory overload. He also learned which flavors he could never get enough of and which ones he could only handle in small doses.
Bucky who had to figure out how much he could eat to feel full and not stop because of his old programming. He also told himself not to feel guilty if he had a few more bites because it was more than allowed.
Bucky who met you at the store one day when you both reached for the same plum. That day changed his life.
Bucky who, like a gentleman, let you have the plum and couldn't stop staring at you since you were so beautiful.
Bucky who couldn't think of a witty reply when you boldly offered him your phone number in return, so he gave you an awkward smile that you found endearing.
Bucky who was happy you took a chance since you were easy to talk to. You also taught him that food emojis could be… taken a certain way, which he learned when he sent an eggplant and peach together.
Bucky who couldn’t find it in himself to feel embarrassed because he was talking about food, and he wanted you.
Bucky who enjoyed cooking with you and smiled wistfully when he thought about his family. How his mom always put so much love into her cooking.
Bucky who made a mess of his shirt one day because he was trying to eat something messy and read at the same time. And you groaned because you had just finished laundry earlier.
Bucky who grew to appreciate messes like that because they felt normal.
Bucky who noticed almost immediately when his clothes began to fit differently, eventually to the point where they were too snug.
Bucky who felt slightly worried when he told you his clothes were too tight and had to go shopping. He wanted to be attractive to you.
Bucky who felt his heart swell when you not only told him he looked good no matter what but offered to go shopping with him.
Bucky who felt handsome trying on new clothes since they fit properly and just right. The confidence grew when he saw your pupils dilate more and more with each outfit he tried on.
Bucky who also heard your heart race faster and smelled your arousal.
Bucky who didn’t get to make it home before you dropped to your knees to worship him. You made sure to place extra kisses on his stomach on your way down.
Bucky who hardly let people touch him, but welcomed your touch and let you paint him like a canvas with your love and desire.
Bucky who had a huge smile on his face after the mind-blowing orgasm you gave him along with a promise of pie for dessert. He wanted you for dessert, too.
Bucky who associated certain foods with you because, like you, they brought him joy, comfort, and were downright delicious.
Bucky who stood in the kitchen while he waited for dinner to cool off and looked down at his stomach with a smile, reminding himself that any extra pound was just more of him to love and you’d love him no matter what.
Bucky who thought about how comfortable he was in his skin because he was healthy and able to make his own choices.
Bucky who gazed at you from across the room and couldn’t believe this was his life, that he found peace, happiness, and love.
Bucky who was crazy about you and couldn't imagine a meal without you. Or his life.
And Bucky who finally felt safe and free.
Okay, lovelies, what do we think his favorite dessert is? Besides you. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
#navybrat writes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes#chubby!bucky barnes#chubby!bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes au#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#sebastian stan#sebastian stan x reader#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky x reader#bucky x female reader#bucky x you#the winter soldier#bucky fanfic#bucky imagine#x reader#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fic#winter soldier#bucky barnes fluff#winter soldier x reader#bucky fluff
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ೃ⁀➷ being jun-ho's s/o would include ¡!
in which you're romantically involved with the police officer doing his best to find his brother and put a stop to the squid games
a/n : lots of love to my dearest friend @angelseraphines for not only getting me into this brilliantly-written show, but also for looking over my fic to double-check my characterisation and to give me a second opinion on it. if you aren't already following her, please go ahead and make sure that you do so 🙏
also this turned into a full-on fic please just roll with the punches 🙏bit of a cliche first date but I fear that I have very little dating experience so you guys are gonna have to deal with that, I fear.
╰┈➤ it was the middle of winter when you met the policeman for the first time. the air was crisp and frigid, icicles were hanging from rooftops and everywhere you turned you could see colourful outfits in contrast with the white snow and hear the sound of shovels scraping against sidewalks. a kind-eyed man in a reflective green vest caught your attention at the same time a car smacked a young woman and drove off.
╰┈➤ you stepped forward to testify, wanting to help out the woman. she thankfully didn't appear to be in critical danger, save for the bruising on her hip and the apparent fracture in her left hand — and so you headed off with them to the station to give your statement. the woman was allowed to give her statement and leave immediately, due to the obvious state her hand was in and her need to visit a hospital. you were left then with the kind-eyed officer from earlier, who brought you a sizzling cup of hot chocolate and sat down to wait with you until you could sign off on your witness testimony.
╰┈➤ talking with him was so relaxing for you. it felt as if you had known him for years and the banter between you and him felt natural and light. you couldn't remember when was the last time you laughed that much — little did you know that he felt the same way.
╰┈➤ as you headed off to leave, your eyes searched for him amongst the worn-out chairs and stacked files. you wanted a chance to say goodbye, regardless of the dread gathering in your chest at the thought that you'd never see him again. you were disappointed when one of his colleagues informed you that he had to head off back to his post — that was until you were handed a slip of paper with his name and number on it. he was far too professional to make the move himself, but his colleague could see you two liked one another and took it upon himself to push you towards him. with a grateful smile and a glint of unadulterated joy in your eyes, you left the building and headed off to meet up with the friend you'd made plans with that day. you would be a little late, but you were sure she wouldn't mind once you told her about your day.
╰┈➤ admittedly, it took you a couple of days to call the handsome officer, whose name you now knew to be hwang jun-ho. every time you picked up the phone, your legs would become jittery and you'd find yourself pacing around your room. a little seed of doubt took its root within you, but on the fourth day you finally gave in and pressed the call button. once he recognised your voice, his lips curled into a smile on the other end of the line. he was a bit concerned when his colleague gave you his number, but he was glad to see that you weren't put off by it. on that cold winter's night, you talked and talked until you both fell asleep grasping your phones, the line still on.
╰┈➤ these cozy evening calls became routine for the two of you, with him initiating them when he got off work. you learned more about him — that he was close with his mom, that he was set to get a promotion soon and that he wanted to work in major crimes as a detective someday and that he would often look in on his brother when he had some spare time. he didn't talk much about him, but you got the feeling that whatever it was his brother experienced wasn't something you wanted to press him much on — so you didn't. he made the effort to ask you more about yourself as well, so you talked to him about your job, your family, and your friends. you talked to him about your hobbies, the places you wanted to visit, and the things that made you happy. neither of you had ever really felt so comfortable, so quickly with another person — it was a lovely feeling, one that you both desperately latched onto.
╰┈➤ a couple of weeks after you started talking, jun-ho finally managed to get a day off. his tone of voice was dignified, yet dulcet as he invited you to go see a movie and then to dinner with him. you replied immediately and enthusiastically, gripping the phone so tightly in your hand that it almost felt like you could break it if you squeezed it in just a slightly tighter manner.
╰┈➤ like a true gentleman, he picked you up from your apartment on the day of the date and you found yourself glancing at him admiringly as he drove, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on the road and not on you. when you arrived at the cinema, you were surprised to see that the movie he got tickets for was the one you'd been raving to him about for weeks. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to go see it with a friend, but I figured it would make for a pretty good first date" he admitted with a hint of humour in his voice. you responded by telling him you thought it was a wonderful idea.
╰┈➤ the cinema hall was dark, illuminated only by the gleam of the screen as the opening scene of the movie was unfolding. he had to admit that the plot was intriguing, but he found himself glancing down at you every so often. halfway through the film, he found the courage to extend his hand, and you grasped it into yours as gleeful smile made its way onto your face. even as your hands began to feel a bit sweaty, you couldn't bring yourselves to let go.
╰┈➤ on the way to the restaurant, you launched yourselves into a proper conversation about the movie, laughing and joking about its points and twists as the rosy sunset gave way to a melancholy dusk. the staff and guests moved around in a lively manner, as the sound of glass and ceramic reverbated through the room — and the view from the windows was absolutely breathtaking. you could tell that he'd done his best to keep your preferences in mind when he was looking for a place to take you to. you held his hand across the table as you waited for the food to arrive, and you spent the better part of the evening comfortably talking to one another. every so often, his eyes would dart to your lips, but he made no move to reach across the table — not yet, at least.
╰┈➤ his shoes were crunching on the frozen ground as he followed you to your front door, and as you turned back to see your goodbye, he leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips — one which you eagerly reciprocated. he pressed a gentle kiss to both of your hands before he departed, and he called you once again as he got home.
╰┈➤ it didn't take long after that for the two of you to become an official couple. you began to visit him at work when you had the time, and he'd take an hour or two after work was done to slip by and spend some time with you. you would lounge on your couch with a glass of wine in your hand — if he was staying the night he'd drink a few too, and if he wasn't then he'd drink some tea.
╰┈➤ he would feel awful about waking you early in the morning when he had to return to his apartment and get ready for work, but he always made sure to write you a note and find your kettle so you could boil water for tea or coffee when you got up. he always kissed your forehead and whispered a sentence or two of affection before he left. he knew you couldn't hear him, but he felt the need to say them nonetheless.
╰┈➤ realistically, it wouldn't take long for you to meet his mother and brother. jun-ho always made time to visit her, and in-ho had given him his kidney. they were a close-knit family and he wanted the people most important to him to meet the person he was rapidly becoming more and more serious with. his brother seemed quiet and solemn, but he wasn't unkind. save for your greeting and goodbye, you only exchanged a few awkward words — most of which were just polite questions. you got the underlying feeling that he was a very tormented man, and the sight of a family photo on the counter with his arms wrapped around an unfamiliar woman confirmed your suspicions. jun-ho's mother, on the other hand, was incredibly warm and welcoming. she trusted her son's judgement, and she embraced you as if she'd met you a thousand times before. she prepared a fantastic meal, and she showed you photos of jun-ho and in-ho throughout their childhood. your joyous laughter echoed through the room as the younger of the two brothers covered his face with his hands. when it was time to return home, you found yourself hesitant to leave the warm atmosphere of the older woman's apartment — she made you promise to come visit her often. you agreed enthusiastically.
╰┈➤ when you returned home that evening, you asked him about his brother. he opened up to you then, about all the things he'd never really talked about. about the week his brother went missing a couple of years ago, about the death of his brother's pregnant wife and about the kidney he received from his brother. his voice was on the verge of breaking as he uttered out one string of words after the other, and his eyes began to gloss over. you held him close then, and from that moment on it was as if he could tell you anything — trust you with everything. it was the turning point between being two people who truly liked eachother to being partners.
╰┈➤ the change from living apart to living together was pretty seamless. at one point, you both realised that most of his stuff was already at your place and you just ended up moving the rest of it in. from that point on, he never really had to worry about going back to his place or getting up extremely early to get ready for work. you'd stay awake huddled under the blankets with his arms wrapped around you as you kept one another up to date with what you got up to during the day, and what you wanted to do as soon as you found some free time.
╰┈➤ if you're out together and he sensed that the chill from the cold weather outside is getting to you, he'd sneakily slip his jacket around your shoulders and offer you a teasing quip as he zipped it up with a light smirk on his face. your protests of not being that cold would be met with an exasperated look.
╰┈➤ you didn't hear him the first time he told you he loved you. as he kissed your forehead and whispered to you in the morning, it simply slipped out. he didn't realise it until he spoke it out loud. when he returned home that evening, those were the first words out of his mouth — and you said it back. after that, he always made to include his declarations of love in his morning notes, and they were the first and last words on his lips each time you said your helloes and goodbyes.
╰┈➤ you're there for him as he climbs the ranks in the police, and you'll never forget the look on his face when he came home with the news of finally receiving his promotion to detective. he spun you around as he placed kisses on your face, and you leaned in and kissed him with passion to show him just how proud of him you were. he took you out to celebrate that evening, and he took you to the same restaurant where you had your first date. it would go on to become your go-to place for celebrating special occasions. the following day, you went to visit his mother. tears of joy slipped from her eyes as she embraced him, and it wasn't long before she drew you into her embrace as well. it was the first time you saw something that didn't look like grief or sadness in his brother's eyes. you saw pride.
╰┈➤ he definitely wants to get married, and the two of you have talked about it, but both of you want to have a wedding when the entire family feels like they can actually celebrate. the dark cloud of grief that seems to constantly hang over in-ho's head has encouraged you both to wait a while. regardless, you two have already discussed so many of the details — the song you'd like to have for your first dance, the colour palette, the season when you'd like to have it in and where.
╰┈➤ he's incredibly observant, a trait that has helped him in both his private and professional life. he remembers the little things about you — he keeps track of the things you talk to him about, notes the ways in which your features contort when you see something you like or dislike, and goes out of his way to make your life easier in small ways.
╰┈➤ when you are both too tired to get ready and get ready for a proper date, but still want to do more than simply stay inside the whole time, he'll take you for a drive around the city. sometimes you get stuck in traffic, sometimes you get to breeze through the vibrant streets. for these dates, you have two playlists — one made up of both yours and his favourite songs, and another made up of ballads and romantic declarations weaved into music. which one you end up putting on depends on the atmosphere, but the second one tends to be the one you play when you park atop a cliff and take some time to glance at the stars.
╰┈➤ he rarely ever gets jealous, because he's confident in your relationship and he trusts you. that being said, he is incredibly protective — and he's always watching out for you. this bleeds into his affectionate nature, and the hand wrapped around your shoulder when you're out and about means two things. one, that he wants to be close to you and this is his way of expressing it. two, that he's warding off any unwanted attention and anybody who would seek to do you harm. he's a detective, so of course he's great at multi-tasking.
╰┈➤ while he mostly saves flowers for special occasions, he goes out of his way to get you baked goods when he's on his way back from work. you remarked once on how the pastries he brought you from the bakery near his station reminded you of something you ate regularly in your childhood, and he was nothing if not attentive. he didn't always bring home the same stuff — but he kept track of which treats you were craving the most and acted accordingly.
╰┈➤ if you get caught out in the rain, he's the type of guy who will keep his jacket above your head to try and keep you from getting drenched by the rainfall — or at the very least drape it around you, if you're wearing something that becomes see-through when it comes into contact with water. his focus is on your comfort in those moments.
╰┈➤ he finally proposed to you on your three-year anniversary, at the same restaurant where the two of you had your first date. while marriage was something you discussed, he still managed to surprise you with the proposal, and you agreed with tears welling in your eyes and your heart thumping nearly out of your chest. one of the first people you called was his mother, and you made sure to send the colleague that slipped you jun-ho's number a baskets of flowers and baked goods. he left a good portion of the planning to you, as busy as he is with his job, but he always offered his opinion and showed you that he cared immensely when you'd ask him for it.
╰┈➤ a couple of months after you announced your engagement, and with preparations underway — his brother disappeared. this wasn't the first time of course, but it was only the second time he didn't leave a message or let anyone know of his whereabouts. the last time this happened, his pregnant wife passed away, so naturally you, jun-ho and his mother were all worried. a couple of days into his brother's disappearance, your fiancee called to tell you that he was following a lead on his brother's disappearance — something with slip of cardboard with weird symbols and some man his colleagues perceived as crazy. after that, you couldn't get hold of him.
╰┈➤ when he did resurface, a couple of weeks later, he turned up bloodied and with a bullet in his shoulder on some old sea captain's boat. you looked after him then, tending to his wound and making sure that it didn't get infected, redressing it, and helping him with mundane tasks he struggled with now that his shoulder was injured. he was eerily secretive about it at first, and all you knew was the tidbits you managed to get from his coworkers — about some strange island and some sickening freaks making indebted people play children's games and then killing them for sport. you were confused, but you didn't press him until he was ready to talk to you about it.
╰┈➤ in the dark of the night, as he was leaning on the bathroom sink and you were pressing cold ice against the torn and injured flesh left by an unknown man's gun, he started talking to you about it. about following the strange man into a limousine where they doused all the passengers with some sleeping agent, about sneaking onto a ship and strangling one of the workers there, consequently tossing his body into the depths of the vast sea. as he spoke about all the death he witnessed, about the man with one kidney the workers cut up and whose organs they trafficked, about the sickening rich man who attempted to force himself onto him and about escaping the island, only to be tracked down as he attempted to send the proof he'd gathered and was met with horrendous cell signal and a masked man's gun. he didn't tell you about his brother, couldn't condemn him in such a way. that was the only part he kept to himself.
╰┈➤ your habit of staying up together in the night became more frequent than it had ever been. when he did sleep, he was always mumbling something about in-ho and the lines on his forehead and the manner in which he was squeezing his eyes made him look nearly as if he was in pain. you would coax him back from the turmoil he was re-experiencing in his sleep and into reality. neither of you went back to sleep on nights like those, and his grasp on you was so firm as if he was afraid you might disappear if he attempted to loosen it.
╰┈➤ he'd quit his job and went back to handling traffic then, and you understood he needed his time to grieve — a reprieve from death and the most distorted cases that hit the station's desk. you got married soon after, as the realisation that life was far too short to worry about semantics settled in his bones, and the fear of losing him intensified in you after what he'd gone through. you still kept the most important parts of what you'd planned out - the song for your first dance, the place where you wanted to celebrate, the people you wanted in roles of honour. it was a small and private affair, witnessed only by those the two of you felt were most deserving and close. you hoped to hold another celebration once in-ho returned, if he ever did — your husband already knew that he would not.
╰┈➤ once he starts working with gi-hun, he fills you in on what they're doing. he doesn't want you to worry, he couldn't put you through what you experienced back when you didn't know if he was dead or alive. you demand that they let you in, that they allow you to help them look for the man in the black mask. you couldn't stomach the thought of him setting off with you again, to do something so perilous and frightening. he's hesitant at first, and refuses to even consider the idea. upon realising that you don't intend to give up, and that you'll join him for it whether he likes it or not — he relents, but demands you don't put yourself in harm's way.
╰┈➤ on the night of halloween, as you all set out to find whoever is behind the black mask of the games' frontman, you head off with gi-hun. jun-ho worries about letting you go, but he still has faith in his brother not causing you any harm. he doesn't expect you to end up in the limo with gi-hun, as they take him back to the island for another week of twisted, death games.
a/n : thank you so much for reading this! if you find any inaccuracies with the show itself or with korean culture, please go out of your way to let me know how I may improve upon them and fix my mistakes 🙏🙏 I'm grateful to you for taking the time to read this fic, this is actually the first time I managed to finish a fic in a day (as opposed to my regular routine of taking a whole week to wrap up one set of headcanons). as always, I'm tagging other characters to increase my outreach, but the characters I'm tagging are only the ones I also write for — in case you want to request anything for them.
#hwang jun ho x reader#hwang jun ho#squid game#squid game x reader#squid game season 2#squid game policeman#jun ho x reader#headcanons#hwang jun ho headcanons#hwang in ho x reader#hwang in ho#squid game fanfic#squid game fanfiction#squid game salesman#salesman x reader#player 333#player 001#player 067#x reader#squid game headcanons#imagine#squid game imagine#myung gi x reader#myung gi#hwang jun ho fanfiction#squid game police officer#squid game officer#front man#squid game s2#squid game se mi
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Under My Care - Sylus x Innocent Fem Reader
Random Blurb Idea: When Sylus was taking his innocent, clueless girlfriend out for a date only to be interrupted by his business partners who just happened to be at the bar Sylus owned in Linkon
Prompt Sentence: No, it’s alright, come here
Disclaimer: I do not own the images nor the characters or you (the MC). All images were taken from Pinterest.
When I mentioned “innocent”, it’s more so clueless and not really understanding the danger of the world type and not so much in a negative form like being “dumb” or anything like that.
Also I’d like to mention that I don’t know what currency they use in the game but assuming since the game is from China, I’ll be using Chinese money aka Chinese Yuan
And I want to point out the reader (aka you) is not the MC (Miss Hunter)
Warnings: fluff, slightly aggressive Sylus (not towards you, his men lmao), possessive and protective Slyus (not in a bad way), cursing and sexual names (not from Sylus)
“Luke, Kieran, see it that all schedule for the day is cleared out” Sylus mentioned, putting on his coat over his sweater
“Right away boss!” both Luke and Kieran exclaimed as Mephisto eyed the situation from the window. “Are you visiting her?” Luke asked, making Sylus chuckle
“Yes. And I hope that I won’t be disturbed by anything. I trust you both will take care of everything until I come back later on” Sylus mentioned and the twins hummed, taking notice how their boss looked much more appealing and approachable in his outfit compared to his regular attire in the N109 zone.
Once he finished getting ready, Sylus went to use one of his most lavish car instead of his motorcycle to blend in with the people in Linkon and to not draw much attention.
It was a short trip and right before noon, Sylus had already parked his car in front of your house, waiting for you as he leaned on his car, ignoring all the passerby who were shocked to see such a tall muscular yet lavish man in a regular neighbourhood.
“You’re here already?!” Sylus immediately looked up to see you standing by the door, you had already done your makeup and hair but was still in your loungewear.
A smirk went onto his face as Sylus walked up towards your door and greeted you with a kiss on your forehead. “I thought I’d come earlier so I can enjoy moments like this with you. Will you let me in?”
You nodded and opened the door, letting your tall scary looking boyfriend into the cozy small home you have. “Do you want something to eat while I change?”
Shaking his head, Sylus opted to just sit by the couch. “I’m alright, sweetie. I had something before coming here. You go on and change then. Take your time. I can wait”
You nodded and peck your boyfriend’s cheek before walking back up to your room and finished getting change while Sylus was mindlessly scrolling his phone; ignoring all the incoming messages from business colleagues both in the N109 zone and in Linkon but Sylus could care less about all of them.
Today was about you and him. He won’t let anything get in the way of a whole day ahead of him spending time with you. His loving, caring, adorable girlfriend.
“Sylus, I’m done!! Let’s go!!” you exclaimed as Sylus put his phone away and smiled when he saw you jogging down the stairs wearing a simple white sweater, long flowy skirt, the branded shoulder bag Sylus gifted, and oxford shoes.
“Shall we, sweetie?” Sylus extended his arm as you latched onto it, giggling, making Sylus smile
Sylus then led you to his car, being the gentlemen he is, he opened the door for you, closed it. He even put on your seatbelt as he settled in the driver's seat.
The whole day, Sylus took you to places you want to go. Sylus knew your wishlist as your shopping account is linked to his phone. Several new books just released? Sylus would bring you to the bookstore, pay for it, and take it out of the shop. Don’t want to bother flipping the pages? Sylus bought a tablet and downloaded every book you’ve owned and on your TBR.
You wanted to try a new cafe? Sylus wouldn’t hesitate to bring you no matter how far it was at the moment. He would go as far as to look up the recommendations and order practically everything on the menu much to your complaint. You’re too full? He’ll pack it to go for you. You want to have dessert almost immediately? Sylus would tease you before giving in to your wants.
You wanted to go around the mall, play the claw machines, kitty cards, go to the arcade? He’ll do it all. You want to buy new makeup and clothes? Anything you see or touch, Sylus instantly gets it without caring about your whining about it being expensive.
The whole entire day, Sylus is practically your sugar daddy. Anything you want, anywhere you want to go, he’ll do it all for you. He even carried all the plush and things he bought for you despite your complaints about everything being expensive or too heavy.
Sylus didn’t once complain about anything and just smiled at your secretly sparkly eyes when he paid for your wishlist items. By the end of the night, Sylus decided to bring you to one of your wishlist restaurants which just happens to be the restaurant that he owns in Linkon.
Once you both entered the restaurant, Sylus confidently brought the two of you towards the front of the waiting line, ignoring all the stares that where directed towards the two of you until the waiter at the front realised who had just come and immediately, the manager of the restaurant immediately came to greet Sylus and it was then did everyone realised that Sylus was the owner of the restaurant.
Sylus held your waist tightly as he brought you with him, following the manager who led the two of you to the exclusive VIP room which confused you but made Sylus smirk with pride. “Just a little something I pull for you today. But you’re welcome to come here whenever you want”
Sylus helped you sit down as the waiter came and asked Sylus for his usual order but this time Sylus just told the waiter, “It’s up to the lady tonight. I’ll have anything she orders and make sure that it reaches the minimum spending”
You looked in shock when Sylus said there was a minimum spending and Sylus chuckled at your shocked expression. “Don’t worry sweetie. You won’t know the exact number. Only I do. But I’ll give you a hint. You have to order at least an equivalent of 5 tomahawk steaks”
You looked at Sylus as if he was crazy but you tried to order several menus that you thought weren’t as expensive. Sylus chuckled at the several orders you made and asked the waiter to bring it out as soon as possible.
Once the food and drinks came out, Sylus had you try everything first and let him know your opinion about the food before eating them himself. As the night goes on, the two of you continued eating together, occasionally talking and updating about each other’s life. Sylus was sipping on his wine while you were drinking your fresh lemon tea. Though the two of you are a contrast to one another, neither of you mind. In fact, both of you enjoyed the contrast and see it as complementing each other.
Sometime when dessert was just about to come, you decided to excuse yourself to the restroom, saying how you were quite full to the point your stomach had to lose some of the food you just ate to save room for dessert.
“Alright, sweetie. Don’t take too long. Your dessert will melt later” Sylus teased as you stuck your tongue out as a reply, making Sylus chuckle at your slightly childish behavior
In the midst of waiting for you, Sylus felt another presence and the door to his private VIP room was opened to reveal some of his business partners barging into his private room where he was waiting for you, his beloved.
The bouncer who tried to stop the men came in went to Sylus. “I apologise sir, I tried my best to keep them away but they threatened and…” Sylus raised his hand indicating the bouncer to stop talking. “Leave us”
The bouncer immediately nodded and left the room while Sylus’ business “partners” were standing across him. “Tell me what updates you have or shall I put a bullet in your tongue for every miscellaneous reason for coming here, into my private dining area and disturbing my dinner”
Sylus felt his men were lucky for they provided him with some useful information regarding the updates of his businesses however some were testing his patience and got on his nerves when they were asking if they were going to get paid more or if there were going to be a promotion to be part of his field men. Sylus was ready to end the conversation when there was a soft knock on the door and the bouncer opened it with you peeking in.
“I’m sorry, am I disturbing your sudden meeting?” you asked in a soft tone and before Sylus could answer, one of his men decided to try and act all tough, not knowing you were Sylus’ beloved girlfriend
“Yes you are, you slut. Can’t you see that Sylus doesn’t have time to deal with you attention-seeking girls?” one of the men scoffed as the others were agreeing but also looking at you as if you were a treat
Hearing the comments and stares, you felt small and somehow, tears were building up in your eyes. “I, I’m sorry. I, I’ll go…” you stuttered until Sylus’ strong voice echoed the room
“No, it’s alright, come here sweetie” Sylus reassured you and even motioned you to come back into the room where he used his evol to pull a chair next to him
You were still unsure and fidgeted with your fingers. It didn’t help that the men in the room were still eyeing you but Sylus made his statement loud and clear. “Stop fucking looking at her as if she’s a piece of meat or I’ll gauge your eyes out one at a time”
Though the statement was meant for his men, you can’t help but be scared of Sylus’ loud and commanding voice which he never uses when he’s with you. Once his men looked down, Sylus took it as his chance to use his evol and gently dragged you so that you were now on his lap.
“I’m sorry I raised my voice with you in the room, sweetheart. Are you alright?” Sylus asked, his hold around your waist was gentle and loving; contrasting to his voice and actions towards his men who were shivering at Sylus’ commanding tone
You were still shaken up at what happened but tried to tell Sylus how you felt. “I, I thought I came into the wrong room…”
Sylus shook his head and brought one of his hands to your cheek, gently brushing your hair back. “It wasn’t your fault, sweetie. They came here unnoticed even though…” Sylus looked at his men, gently pushing your head to his chest, ensuring your vision was not towards his men. “I’ve made it fucking clear that no one is to disturb me today”
Sylus leaned back on his chair with you in his arms as he slowly lulled you to sleep. His touch might be gentle but his eyes were ready to kill anyone who so much looked at you the wrong way. “Not only did you all carelessly walk through that door and interrupt my day off but you all just had to eye my beloved as if she was some kind of girl you can pay your way. In addition to that, you dared to call her by an absurd name? Looks like you all need some lesson about respect because no one” Sylus’ hold on you looks more possessive but caring at the same time
“No fucking one, eyes, touches, or even talks about my beloved in a disgusting, animalistic way and gets away with it. She is my lover and specifically under my care. And I’d be dammed to let anyone who mistreats her in any way shape or form get away with it without some kind of lesson”
A/N: I have a confession. I have been trying out c.ai and honestly, it gives me some story ideas for Sylus but I'm not sure if anyone will be interested. I read on Tumblr someone mentioned what if the MC is the 'I don't believe in love anymore' type of girl and Sylus is the 'I can show you what real love is' and I'm just like T^T gosh, that would be so me. Anyways, just a lil fic I decided to pull up before I slowly descend back to the real world since I've been busy :')
If anyone would like to request me anything of Sylus or LADS, do send me a request and I will try to get to it. Otherwise, I hope this fic brightens up your day and take care xoxo peanutwott
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Youtuber Ellie x Reader Hc’s <3



♡‧₊˚₊✧ pairing: youtuber Ellie Williams x youtuber fem reader (No use of y/n)
♡‧₊˚₊✧ CW: slight cursing
♡‧₊˚₊✧ Tags: just pure fluff tbh
♡‧₊˚₊✧ Author’s note: I’ve been watching so much Izzy&Emma lately and i thought about this fun idea and i love this so much lmk if y’all want a part 2 bc i definitely have more ideas for this ^~^ (maybe also a little one shot?)
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ok so Ellie convinced you to start a channel with her for shits and giggles yk but a video of you guys doing a Dress to impress gameplay went viral and it was all over tiktok.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Like the video got 100k views in 48 hours…
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ After that, she was hooked. She begged you to keep making videos together, saying it was “for the fans,” but really… she just liked having an excuse to be on camera with you.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ofc you accepted (how could you not when she was so cute)
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ One of your most popular videos is the Couple Drawing Challenge where you switch canvases every 5 minutes. You couldn’t stop laughing, meanwhile Ellie was so serious about it. Like, genuinely stressed every time she had to give up her progress.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The paintings turned out surprisingly good (thanks to her of course), and she hung them up in your shared apartment like they’re museum pieces.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ While you love vlogging little cozy days, behind-the-scenes moments, aesthetic montages, Ellie’s more into chaotic gameplay and silly challenges.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ When you hit 1k subscribers (even though she was ready to celebrate at 100), Ellie made a cake from scratch. It was… questionable looking, but the effort was there. She even tried to pipe "1K BABY" on top with pink frosting. (You chose the colors)
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I just KNOW she’s the type to be like “babe we’re not doing a Q&A those are cringe” cut to 5 mins later: “so the first question is ‘who fell first’… it was me. obviously.”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ELLIE WOULD FORCE JOEL TO APPEAR IN A VIDEO AND IT WOULD BE THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I can imagine him wearing that “I love my lesbian daughter” shirt.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The comments immediately dubbed him “DILF of the Year.”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie was disgusted. “Stop hitting on my dad, weirdos.”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You made Ellie a swear jar so your videos wouldn’t get demonetized. She tried to cheat by using creative alternatives like “fork” and “ship,” but gave up after a week.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You’ve collected enough for like, a whole sephora haul
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She bought you the Sabrina Carpenter skin in fortnite just so you’d play with her.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You did. And totally destroyed her. She was… not okay afterward. Her ego’s was a bit bruised ngl
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie insists on matching outfits when you film together. Oversized hoodies, themed shirts, stupid little hats, she loves it.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Also, she has her hands on you at all times. Arm around your shoulder, hand on your thigh, holding your pinky. Marking her territory for the creepy dudes in the comments.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ She always deletes hate comments so you wont get sad :( (cutie)
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ But what she doesn't know is that you made a secret account so you could fight the incels in your comment section LOL
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You filmed a “Doing my girlfriend’s makeup” video… Ellie ended up looking like a glam rock star and refused to take it off for hours because “I ate this shit up to be honest.”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The comment section was filled with “Is your gf single?, asking for a friend”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You deleted them <3
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie made you film a ghost hunting vlog in an abandoned building. She screamed first. You have the footage. You’re never letting her live it down.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You guys have a series called “Gayming o’clock” where you play dating sims, fortnite, roblox and chaotic co-op games.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ellie accidentally went viral for being too soft with you on camera — like fixing your mic, brushing your hair away, or whispering “you’re doing so good, babe” mid-filming. The fans LOST IT.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ For your anniversary, she made a cringey but adorable montage of your funniest on-camera moments. It ends with her saying “Here’s to forever. Unless you beat me at Fortnite again, then we’re breaking up.”
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ There’s a running joke on your channel that Joel is the true star. You guys got him a little trophy and filmed him “accepting his award.” He actually smiled (rare footage!!).
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ You guys always EAT UP the fan edits on tiktok, you have a folder full of them.
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charles leclerc answers the internet’s most searched questions
gif by @countingstars-17 <33
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
"Hi I'm Charles Leclerc and today I'm going to be answering the web's most searched questions about me."
Charles said to the camera, he was wearing his typical media day outfit, a Ferrari half zip up jacket and his baggy jeans, ones that no matter how hard his girlfriend tried to get rid off it was just impossible because he liked them too much.
"First question, what is Charles Leclerc's number?" he read on the iPad the Sky Sports team had given him to read the question, "I hope we are speaking about the driver number, because my girlfriend won't like that people are searching for my phone number on the internet and I'll be very worried if you can find it," the crew laughed at his comment, "But it's number 16."
"What is Charles Leclerc's favorite song?" he read the next question, "I think overall, it's Where is the Love by the Black Eyed Peas, but recently I've been loving Sabrina Carpenter's songs, and that's thanks to my girlfriend."
"Did Charles Leclerc retire?" he couldn't help but let out a laugh at the question, "Are people really asking this question? The answer is no, I'm not that old and I hope I don't look that old. I've still got many years in me I hope."
"Did Charles Leclerc win in Monaco?" a small smile played on his face, "The answer changed just a few weeks ago but yes I did. It was a really special moment, my mum cried, my brothers cried, my girlfriend cried. It was beautiful."
"Did Charles Leclerc adopt Oscar Piastri?," he couldn't help but laugh again, "That answer also changed a few weeks ago and yes I did. He's one of my sons now."
"Does Charles Leclerc speak Italian? Yes I do."
"Does Charles Leclerc have a sister? No I don't."
"Does Charles Leclerc have a girlfriend?" he could feel his cheeks blushing as he read, "Yes I do. And as you can tell, I talk a lot about her, so much that there are compilation videos of me just talking about her, I've seen them."
"Will Charles Leclerc win a championship?" he made a thinking face, "I'm curious to know what Google says about that one, but I'll say yes. At least if I work day and night for that, so I hope it will happen one day."
"Is Charles Leclerc good at cooking?" Charles chuckled. "Well, I like to think I'm decent. I can make a mean pasta and I really enjoy it, but my girlfriend is the real chef in our relationship. She loves baking, and her cookies are the best."
"Can Charles Leclerc play the piano? Well I'm not a pianist but I have enough skill to really enjoy it. So yeah, I can play the piano.
"Does Charles Leclerc have any pets?" he smiled warmly, "Yes, my girlfriend and I have a dog named Leo. He's a an absolute sweetheart. He even comes to some of the race weekends with us."
"What is Charles Leclerc's favorite date night activity?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow, "Did my girlfriend search that?" the crew laughed, and Charles continued, "If she did, she knows I love our cozy movie nights at home, eating whatever we want and just chilling on the couch."
"Alright, last one," he said, looking back at the iPad, "What does Charles Leclerc do in his free time?" he read, "When I'm not racing or training, I enjoy spending time with my family, friends and my girlfriend of course. I love going to the beach, traveling or just relaxing at home."
He set the iPad down and looked directly into the camera. "Thank you for all the questions! I hope you learned something new about me. Until next time, ciao!"
did i reference my own fic here? anyway i hope you like thisss
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SUGAR-COATED CHAINS — CHAPTER TWO
WARNINGS: rafe is quite condescending and they have a heavy kiss session



The room smells faintly of vanilla and citrus from the candles you lit earlier, setting the perfect mood for the night ahead. Soft music plays in the background, a mellow ballad keeping you calm, though your nerves are still buzzing. You sit cross-legged on the floor in front of your mirror, watching your best friend hover over you with that teasing grin plastered on her face.
"Okay, I think you're almost ready," your best friend chirps, holding up the dress you’ve picked out—a floral sundress with delicate roses in shades of pink and cream, the fabric light and airy. The dress wraps around your waist, showing off your figure without being too revealing. You slip it on, the soft material feeling like a second skin.
"You look so cute!" your friend exclaims, spinning you around to get the full effect. "Totally, like, date material, but still... you know, cute and innocent."
You glance at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip. There’s no harm in looking adorable, right? The dress is perfect—a little flirty, a little sweet. Nothing too mature. Just right for a night where you aren’t sure what’s going to happen.
You paired the dress with a cream cardigan you’ve had since forever, the knitted material soft around your shoulders. It’s cozy but also adds that sense of comfort you need tonight. Your feet are encased in kitten heels, simple and sweet, just like you. The whole outfit screams cute, girly vibes, but also a little more grown-up than what you’d wear on a normal day.
Your best friend snatches up your sparkly pink lip gloss from the vanity and begins applying it to your lips. The glossy finish is a perfect match for the subtle blush on your cheeks. You can’t help but smile as she moves, so excited for you, and yet you still feel that flutter of nerves at the pit of your stomach.
"You’re really nervous, huh?" your best friend teases as she finishes, playfully tapping her brush against your cheek. "You’re going to be fine. Just remember—don’t overthink it."
You nervously fiddle with your bag, flipping it open to check everything inside. Your fingers brush past your mints, just in case your breath doesn’t quite pass the test. Then, you reach for something a little more comforting—your Sonny Angel doll. You give the small plastic figure a quick squeeze before pulling him out of your bag. He’s dressed in his little bear outfit, his face painted with that same sweet smile that always makes you feel better.
You glance up at your best friend, who raises an eyebrow at the doll in your hand.
"Really?" she says, stifling a laugh. "You still carry this thing around?"
You shrug, giving a shy smile. "I mean, I like it. He’s cute, and... he calms me down."
Your friend shakes her head with a grin, shaking her head as she adjusts the straps on your cardigan. "You’re such a little girl sometimes, you know that? But I love you for it."
She grins at you, crossing her arms. "Okay, let’s do one last check. Lip gloss, mints, and your little naked doll…. Good to go?"
You laugh softly, though a little red in the face from her teasing. "I think so."
"Okay, go!" she says, practically shoving you toward the door. "Rafe's going to be so obsessed with you, you don’t even know."
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The sharp scent of cologne clings to the air in Rafe’s office. His city-view is wide and impressive, the golden lights of the skyline glimmering against the window. But he’s barely looking at it. His eyes are locked on the papers in front of him, but his mind is elsewhere.
He’s already made the decision—he’s not going into this with any expectation. It’s just another night, another woman. But there’s something about her that’s... different.
The phone buzzes again, snapping him out of his thoughts.
He picks it up, reads a message from his business partner: "You still on for dinner with the sweet thing? Keep us posted, we wanna hear all about it."
Rafe smirks to himself. He doesn’t need to respond. They both know exactly how this will play out. But he doesn’t mind the attention. His ego loves it.
He’s already dressed—dark, tailored suit that fits like a glove, the kind that’s expensive, refined. His shirt is crisp and perfectly pressed, sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his wristwatch. It’s sharp. It’s exactly how he wants to look.
He runs a hand through his hair before grabbing his wallet from the desk. He checks the inside for the Amex, and as his fingers slide over it, he brushes past the condom tucked neatly behind it. He doesn’t need to think about it. It’s just... there, ready.
His fingers linger on it for just a second longer than necessary before he grabs it, sliding it into his inside pocket, and then turns toward the door.
As he steps out, he checks his reflection one last time. He’s calm, composed, and ready to take control of the evening. He always is.
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The restaurant is dimly lit, quiet, with the soft clink of silverware against fine china creating an almost too-perfect backdrop. The atmosphere feels rich, yet you're hyper-aware of how out of place you feel. You haven’t been to many places like this before, let alone sat across from someone like Rafe, who’s so clearly at home in such an environment. He slides into the seat with ease, as though the world around him is just another extension of his life. You, on the other hand, feel small, uncertain, and very much out of your depth.
Rafe looks at the menu briefly, but before you can even take a good look at yours, he’s already making the order. His voice is calm, confident, the kind of voice that brooks no argument.
"I’ll have the filet mignon, medium rare," he says, casually glancing up at the waiter, who doesn’t even seem phased by how quickly the decision is made. "Mashed potatoes on the side. A glass of red wine."
Rafe doesn’t wait for the waiter to acknowledge him before turning to you.
"You’ll have the chicken," he states flatly, as if your opinion on the matter doesn’t even matter. "Mashed potatoes. No vegetables."
You blink, surprised by the finality of it. "Oh... but—" you start to protest, but he’s already dismissing you with a glance.
His eyes are still on you, studying, silently waiting for you to say something, but his lips quirk into a teasing, almost smug smile. "Don’t worry, it’s just chicken. It's safe for you."
You flush, feeling your stomach churn with nerves. You want to argue, but you can’t seem to find the words. You weren’t expecting this, to be told exactly what to eat. The waiter leaves with your orders, and Rafe leans back in his seat, resting one elbow casually on the back of his chair.
The silence between you feels heavy. You feel the need to fill it with something, anything. You glance down at your hands, then at your drink—your vodka tonic, which you don’t really want but somehow feel pressured into having.
Rafe's eyes are now on you, and for a moment, you can’t look away. His gaze isn’t warm or comforting; it's evaluating, assessing, like he's trying to understand you, but not in a gentle way.
"So, tell me," he begins, his voice calm but dripping with amusement, "what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
You blink, trying to figure out what he means, but you can’t quite catch his tone. "Um... what do you mean?" you ask, voice a little unsure.
He lets out a soft laugh, more at the confusion in your voice than anything. "I mean," he continues, leaning forward just slightly, his tone lowering, "You’re all... wide-eyed, innocent, like you’ve never seen a place like this before."
You feel your cheeks heat, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "I... I haven’t really. I don’t go to places like this much."
Rafe’s gaze sharpens, and there’s a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He leans back again, studying you carefully as if he finds this all rather entertaining.
"Yeah, I can tell," he mutters, almost to himself. "You look a little out of your element." He pauses, letting his words settle between you before continuing, almost too casually, "It’s okay though. Some people just don’t know how to handle this kind of place. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get used to it."
You shift in your seat, trying to ignore the unease that crawls up your spine. The way he speaks, like he’s letting you in on some kind of secret, feels patronizing but also... almost kind. But it's the kind of "kind" that comes with a smirk, a little too condescending for comfort.
You try to keep the conversation going, despite feeling small under his gaze. "So, um... have you been here a lot?" You ask, wanting to make some kind of connection, even if it's just small talk. But the moment the words leave your mouth, you instantly wish you could take them back.
Rafe looks up at you from his phone, those dark eyes narrowing just slightly. His lips curl into a smirk as he observes you, his gaze flicking over your face before resting on your hands. “Cute," he mutters, almost absent-mindedly, like he's admiring a puppy doing tricks. "But don’t worry about the small talk. You’re better off just letting me do the talking.”
Your stomach churns, and you can feel your palms growing sweaty. You don’t know how to respond to him.
Before you can open your mouth again, he cuts in, amusement still dancing in his eyes. "You really don’t have to try so hard to make conversation, sweetheart. It’s cute, but I’ve got it covered." He leans in slightly, his voice lower now, almost mockingly tender. "Just sit there, look pretty, and enjoy the ride. Let me take care of everything else."
You shrink a little under his gaze, feeling your cheeks flush even deeper. It’s not harsh, exactly, but it’s so condescending that you’re not sure if you should laugh or cry. Instead, you stay quiet, fiddling with the edge of your napkin, feeling utterly out of place.
After a moment, Rafe’s eyes flick back to you. He tilts his head, as if considering something. Then, he leans forward again, that smirk never leaving his face.
“You’re funny,” he says, his voice soft but sharp. "You think you have to keep up with me, don’t you? Don’t worry about it. I can handle everything for you."
You open your mouth, about to say something, but then you catch the look in his eyes. There’s a fleeting moment of softness in them, but it’s quickly replaced by that predatory smirk. It makes you pause, unsure of where you stand with him.
Finally, the food arrives, and the waiter places your plate in front of you. The steam rises from the chicken, the mashed potatoes look fluffy and creamy, but you can’t quite bring yourself to dig in. The weight of the conversation still hangs between you.
Rafe, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered by anything at all. He picks up his steak and takes a bite, barely acknowledging the waiter as he finishes setting the table. His focus is entirely on you now, watching you with that same calculating look.
"So," he says, with just the faintest trace of amusement in his voice. "You going to eat, or just sit there and stare at your food?"
You blink, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "Oh, uh, right," you murmur, picking up your fork. You take a small bite, but it feels almost awkward. Everything feels awkward now.
You can’t help but notice the way he keeps glancing at you—like he’s waiting for something. Almost as if he’s studying every movement you make.
You try to break the silence, wanting to change the uncomfortable dynamic. "So, do you come here often with... other people?" you ask, your voice shaking slightly, unsure of what to say.
He gives a nonchalant shrug, "I don’t make a habit of bringing people here. But sometimes," he pauses and looks at you, his expression softening just a touch. "Sometimes, it’s nice to enjoy something a little different."
You don’t know what to make of that. Does that mean he’s enjoying the dinner with you, or is this just another one of his casual remarks?
The meal finishes uneventfully, the silence between you two still carrying that undercurrent of something you can’t quite grasp. Rafe had barely spoken since ordering for you, his quiet but commanding presence hanging heavy over everything. You finish your chicken, still uncomfortable with the way he watches you so closely. He eats his steak slowly, savoring each bite, the way he moves so deliberately making your stomach twist with nerves.
Once the waiter arrives with the bill, Rafe doesn't hesitate. He pulls out his sleek black card, signing without a second glance. You sit there, nervously playing with your napkin, avoiding his gaze. There's a slight sting of guilt bubbling up—he’s paying for everything, as usual, and it feels wrong, like you’re not doing enough to contribute. But you know better than to argue.
When the waiter leaves, the silence is thick, almost suffocating. But Rafe doesn't let it last too long. He stands, pulling your cream cardigan from the back of your chair and draping it over your shoulders with a calm, practiced motion. His fingers brush your skin just a little too long, and it sends a shiver through you, though you don’t say anything.
“You ready to go, sweetheart?” His voice is low, almost teasing, as if he’s enjoying watching you squirm a little.
You nod, standing up and following him out of the restaurant, your nerves still buzzing. The cold air hits you immediately when you step outside, and you pull the coat tighter around yourself, looking up at the night sky. Rafe walks ahead of you, his tall figure cutting through the darkness.
He reaches his car first, and you can’t help but glance at it. The car is old, but expensive-looking in a way that almost makes it feel more imposing than the flashy cars you've seen around. He opens the door for you, his hand lingering on the handle as he looks at you, waiting for you to climb in.
“Don’t just stand there, get in,” he says with a quiet chuckle, watching you like he's waiting for you to make a mistake.
You nod quickly and slip into the passenger seat, your heart pounding in your chest. He closes the door behind you, and before you can settle into the seat, Rafe slides into the driver's side with a fluid movement. His presence fills the car, and it feels suddenly small and enclosed.
He starts the engine, the low hum of the car adding to the tension in the air. He doesn’t speak right away, but his hand slides to your thigh, resting there possessively. The warmth of his hand seeps through your clothes, and your heart races faster. You don’t know what to say. The silence in the car is comfortable, but there's something heavier lurking beneath it.
Rafe drives smoothly through the streets, his hand staying on your thigh as you sit there, both tense and confused. You’re not sure how to act around him anymore. His touch feels different, more intimate than before. The way his hand rests on your thigh, fingers slightly digging in, makes you wonder if it’s just a casual gesture—or something more.
The car pulls up to your house sooner than you expect, the quiet of the evening almost too much after the heat of the drive. Rafe doesn’t immediately make a move to get out, and neither do you.
He looks over at you, his gaze lingering on your flushed face, his fingers still tracing small patterns on your leg. "Thanks for dinner," you say quietly, unsure of what else to say. "I feel bad that I didn’t pay, it was really expensive..."
Rafe chuckles, his lips curling into that familiar smirk. "It’s not about the money," he says, leaning back in his seat, stretching his legs. You watch him, unsure of where this is headed. "But if you really feel bad," he begins, pausing to let the words sink in, "there is a way you could pay me back."
You blink, slightly confused by the way he’s looking at you, almost like he's waiting for you to catch on. "Oh... uh, how?" you ask, your voice almost a whisper.
His smirk widens, and you see a flicker of something darker in his eyes. Without missing a beat, he says, "You could kiss me."
You hesitate. The request seems innocent enough, but his eyes are telling a different story—there's a challenge in them, something playful but also demanding. You feel your face heat up, unsure of how to respond. You look away for a second, trying to find the courage to do something that feels so bold.
You lean in quickly, pressing a soft, innocent kiss to his lips, but as soon as you do, Rafe’s hand snaps to your waist, pulling you closer. He doesn’t let go, his grip tightening around you as he shifts you onto his lap, the movement so swift you don’t even have time to react.
You gasp, eyes wide, as you end up sitting in his lap, facing him. His hand moves to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing over your skin as he kisses you again—this time, deep and possessive. His lips are demanding, the kiss far from the soft peck you gave him moments ago. His tongue traces the line of your lips, and you can’t help but respond, your body flushing with heat, your mind a blur.
He pulls away just enough to look at you, his breath heavy. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your entire body feeling like it's on fire. You look at him, eyes wide, unsure of what just happened but craving more.
"Sleep well, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice low and almost affectionate in a way that makes your heart race even faster. "I’ll call you soon."
You nod, trying to calm your racing thoughts. The kiss, the way he’s touched you—it was all too much too quickly, and yet you don’t know how to feel about it. He leans back, his hand leaving your waist, and you slowly get out of the car, your legs unsteady.
As you stand there, watching him drive away, you can't shake the feeling that something has shifted between the two of you. It’s like you’ve stepped into a new world, one where you’re not sure where you stand with Rafe, but you can’t deny that you're intrigued, caught up in everything he just showed you.
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You walk slowly up to your room, the evening’s events swirling in your head, each moment with Rafe replaying over and over. The kiss—his hand on your waist, pulling you into him so easily, so naturally—it all feels like it happened in a haze, like you were a part of something far bigger than you could understand.
When you step into your bedroom, the familiar surroundings feel foreign tonight. You place your purse down on the dresser, the sound of the soft leather hitting the wood somehow grounding you for just a moment. The soft glow of the lamp beside your bed casts a warm light over everything, but it doesn’t take away the unease crawling up your spine.
You reach for your pajamas, a loose t-shirt and shorts, and begin to strip out of your clothes, your fingers slow and hesitant. You try to shake off the feeling of Rafe’s touch lingering on your skin, but it's impossible. You pull your hair up into a messy bun, the simple act of preparing for bed almost feeling like a way to disconnect from everything that happened tonight—though deep down, you know it won't be that easy.
As you move about the room, you find yourself glancing toward your purse on the dresser. A slight curiosity bubbles up. You hadn't noticed it before, but now you remember the business card. Rafe’s card. The same card he slipped into your hand with that arrogant smirk after your encounter at the country club.
You walk over to your purse, open it carefully, and pull out the card. Your fingers trace the smooth surface, the silver text gleaming faintly in the light. The weight of it in your hand feels strangely significant. Something about it feels... important.
You sit on the edge of the bed, your legs tucked beneath you as you look at the card once more, the call of his name printed across it. You try to fight the curiosity, but you can’t. There’s something about him—about the way he looks at you, touches you, and the way his words hang in the air between you. It’s all so new, and so overwhelming. But you want more. You want to understand what this is. What he wants.
You glance toward the nightstand and, after a moment's hesitation, slip the business card under your pillow, tucking it carefully between the soft cotton and the cool fabric of the pillowcase. It’s an almost unconscious gesture, but somehow, it feels like you’ve crossed a line.
You lay down, turning off the lamp and pulling the blanket up to your chin. The room is quiet, but your thoughts are anything but. Rafe’s voice echoes in your mind, his touch still sending heat through your skin. You close your eyes, the memory of the kiss lingering on your lips, and as sleep slowly claims you, you find yourself wondering if you’ll see him again soon... or if he’ll simply be another fleeting moment, another part of the unfamiliar world he’s dragged you into.
But for now, you try to quiet the thoughts. Your last thought before sleep takes over is the same one that’s been buzzing in your mind all night.
I’ll see him again soon...
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My Favorite Downloadable Sim Creators!
If you are anything like me, you end up putting a lot of effort into your main character sim, but don't really have the energy to create the rest of the town. The townies the game creates just don't fit the world you created in your head, so you end up disappointed. Well, a great solution is downloading other people's amazing sims and using MCCC to populate them in your town! No more random ugly townies, now you have pretty people with their own stories! Here is my list of favorite sim creators (in no particular order) and a brief description about what they make:
@wildfairies (Tag/Patreon) - Maxis-Match, CC-Mid. Makes a nice blend of regular and occult sims. They all look unique and pretty without being too overly detailed or distracting while playing! Most available sims have one outfit each.
@sunnyssimming (Tag/Patreon) - Maxis-Mix, CC-mid. Makes gorgeous female sims (and one guy). She makes mostly Maxis-Match, but some hair or makeup might dip into the alpha category. Available sims have one outfit each.
@m0ckest (Tag/Patreon) - Maxis-Match, CC-Free (she has a page with default replacements she uses if you want the sims to look one-to-one). She releases townie makeovers, brand-new sims, and lots. I'm honestly pretty impressed with how good her sims look without using CC!
@pearlean (Tag/Patreon) - Maxis-Match/Custom Art Style, CC-Mid/Heavy. She has her own art style which I would say is closest to something like Telltale's Walking Dead game, which is aided by her beautiful GShade preset. Some base sims and some with one outfit.
@nikatyler (Tag/Patreon) - Maxis-Match, CC-Lite. If you want a full catalog of available sims, you'll want to check her out (seriously, 29 pages of Sims 4 downloads alone, and she has stuff for Sims 3 as well). She has townie makeovers, brand-new sims, lots, and a good mix of regular and occult sims! Most downloads have all outfits included.
@seyvia (Tag) - Maxis-Mix, CC-Mid/Heavy. She has a more cartoony art style with large eyes and expressive faces, which is right up my alley! She has also remade the Stardew Valley bachelors/bachelorettes and even has some CC-Free downloads. Downloads have all outfits included.
@puppycheesecake (Tag) - Maxis-Match, CC-Mid. They have some really creative ideas for sims, with a lot of horror/occult/fantasy-inspired ones (although there are plenty of regular sims, too!) Some downloads have all outfits, some have one, but it is labelled which is which on each sim.
@youngcozyboy (Tag) - Maxis-Mix/Alpha, CC-Heavy. Anime/cartoon-influenced, with some more NSFW downloads/pictures sprinkled in there. They have a large catalog of downloads/townie makeovers and plenty of fantasy-inspired sims (which is something I always love to see). They are Korean, so you'll have to rename the sims once you've downloaded them if you don't speak it, but that isn't a big deal. Also, their screenshots are so expressive and pretty, it really captures each sim's personality! Most sims have one outfit included.
@ladychaos (Tag/Patreon) - Maxis-Match, CC-Lite/Free. She has her own save file that you can download and use, but she also posts everything to the gallery and her Patreon! Her lots and households all have a cozy look/feel to them and have their own stories to tell. I particular love her Strangerville ones! All downloads have all outfits included.
@bansheeso (Tag/Patreon) - Maxis-Match/Mix, CC-Mid. If you are looking for some pretty occult boys (and one girl), then she is the person to go to. I love populating my town with some occult/fantasy sims, so her creations are great for my world! Their household names are in Ukrainian, but that's not a problem since they can easily be renamed. Each download has one outfit.
@fallstaticexit (Tag) - Maxis-Match, CC-Mid. Some nice looking townie makeovers along with some retired sims from their stories. Really solid additions to any world! If you do check her out, be sure to look at her Children of the Forest story, I'm very invested in it! Some come with all their outfits and some come with one.
@greglunvik (Tag/Patreon) - Maxis-Match, CC-Mid. He makes some great, unique-looking sims and makeovers. No same-face syndrome here, each sim has their own distinct face structure with some wrinkles, moles, and other details that I feel like get overlooked too often to make the most beautiful sim. Unique sims have one outfit and makeovers have all outfits. (Formerly @acuar-io but that blog is a personal one now. Many of his downloads are still on his main blog, but as he has said many times, please do not bother his main with sims stuff. Direct that to the greglunvik account)
@kharssims (Tag) - Maxis-Match, CC-Mid/High. He focuses on male sims and they look great! The perfect amount of facial details like wrinkles, freckles, and moles to keep them looking unique and like an actual person you could come across. Each download has one outfit.
@thebramblewood (Tag) - Maxis-Match, CC-Lite/Mid. While they may not have a huge catalog, I think that they have a great selection of maxis-match sims, both makeovers and originals, to choose from. My personal favorite of theirs is Bridget Bledsoe from their Occult Sim Dump! Each sim has one outfit.
Some Honorable Mentions!
@occultradio (Tag) - Maxis-Match, CC-Mid. They don't make sim downloads often, but I love the ones they have available so much. Their Mothman is one of my favorite sims in my entire gallery!
@mothelette - They don't have their sims up for download, but I gotta point out the witchcraft they perform to make their beautifully-stylized sims. Their creations are amazing.
@nefarrilou - They don't have their sims up for download, but they do create beautiful lookbooks. Occults, townie makeovers, and recreations of popular characters in media, they'll have something you'll enjoy!
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His Jacket ᝰ.ᐟ
Paring- Minho x Reader
Summary- Y/N shivers on a cold night, refusing to admit Minho was right about bringing a jacket.
The night air was sharp and cold as Y/N and Minho walked down the quiet street, the soft glow of streetlights reflecting off the pavement. They’d just left a cozy bistro downtown, where the warmth of good food and Minho’s teasing smile had made for the perfect date. But now, as the wind whipped through the city, Y/N was seriously regretting her decision to leave her jacket at home.
Her short black dress, while undeniably stunning, wasn’t exactly windproof. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself from the cold, but it was no use. The thin fabric did nothing to stop the chill from biting at her skin.
Minho noticed instantly. “You’re freezing,” he said, his tone equal parts amused and annoyed.
“I’m fine,” Y/N insisted, though her teeth were practically chattering.
He stopped walking, turning to face her with a knowing look. “Y/N, you’re shaking.”
“It’s just a little cold,” she said, her voice defensive. “No big deal.”
Minho raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching like he was holding back a laugh. “This is why I told you to bring a jacket.”
Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes so hard she swore she could see the sky. “Minho, I told you already. It would’ve ruined the outfit!”
“And now look at you,” he shot back, gesturing at her shivering form. “Was it worth it?”
“Yes, actually!” she said stubbornly, pulling the dress tighter around herself. “I looked amazing tonight, and I wasn’t about to cover it up with some bulky coat.”
Minho let out an incredulous laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable. So you’d rather freeze to death than—”
“I’m not freezing to death!” she interrupted, though the way her voice wavered kind of betrayed her.
“Could’ve fooled me,” Minho muttered, his breath puffing out in the cold air. He stepped closer, shaking his head in exasperation as he slipped an arm around her waist. “Come here, stubborn.”
Y/N resisted for a second out of pure principle, but the warmth of his body against hers was too tempting to ignore. She let herself lean into him, his solid frame shielding her from the worst of the wind.
“Better?” he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Marginally,” she said, pretending to sound unimpressed, though she was secretly grateful.
Minho rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath before stepping back. Before Y/N could protest, he shrugged off his leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
“Minho!” she started, already trying to push it off. “You’ll get cold!”
“Too late for that,” he said, smirking as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m already cold, thanks to a certain someone who ignored me earlier.”
“You’re so dramatic,” Y/N shot back, though she was already pulling the jacket closer, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne. It was warm, soft, and so Minho that she couldn’t bring herself to argue further.
“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said, arching an eyebrow at her as they started walking again.
“I didn’t say thank you,” she replied, though there was a smile tugging at her lips.
“You didn’t have to. I’m just that thoughtful,” he quipped, grinning when she let out an annoyed huff.
“You’re also insufferable,” she muttered.
“And yet, you love me,” he said with a wink.
Y/N glared at him, though the blush on her cheeks—half from the cold, half from his teasing—gave her away. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she grumbled.
Minho laughed, pulling her close again as they neared the car. As he opened the door for her, he leaned down and whispered, “Don’t forget to bring a jacket next time, okay?”
“Don’t count on it,” Y/N shot back, slipping into the passenger seat with a defiant smile.
Minho just shook his head, laughing as he closed the door behind her. “You’re impossible,” he muttered under his breath, though his grin didn’t fade for a second.
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Escape the Spotlight (Hanni of Newjeans)
Hanni x Male Reader (Y/N) Word Count: 1841 words Summary: Y/N fucks Hanni after her birthday, oh also this is canon so sum issues about them rn.

The soft hum of the city filtered through the dorm’s open window, carried by the cool evening breeze. Hanni had left it cracked just enough for the noise to feel distant, like a reminder of the world outside, one she was eager to escape from tonight. She leaned against the desk in her small, cozy dorm, her phone loosely grasped in her hand as she reread the last message she sent.
“Hey, come over. I need a distraction.”
Simple, direct, and maybe a little too forward, but she was tired of holding back. Her birthday was supposed to be a time to celebrate, but all it had been was a whirlwind of interviews, scheduled social media posts, and the pressures that came with being under the spotlight as an idol. For once, she wanted to forget about the cameras and scripts and just be herself.
The only person who could assist her in doing that was Y/N.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily, but the minutes dragged as she waited. Her heart pounded in her chest, anticipation creeping up her spine. It wasn’t often that she invited someone into her private space like this, but Y/N was different. There was something about him that made her feel... safe. She didn’t need to put up her walls or play a part when he was around.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. His message was brief:
“On my way. Be there soon.”
Hanni exhaled, a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She pushed herself away from the desk, pacing a bit to calm her nerves. She had no idea what tonight would lead to, but she knew she wanted it to be far from the reality she lived in every day. No cameras, no judgment, just her and Y/N.
As she moved around the room, she glanced at herself in the small mirror hanging on the wall. Her reflection showed a different side of her—Hanni Pham, the idol, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was just Hanni, in a simple oversized hoodie and comfortable shorts, her dark hair tied up messily. She was free from the usual layers of makeup and the high-maintenance outfits, and for once, she liked it. It was the real her. She wished more people would see, but they didn’t.
She rubbed her arms absentmindedly, feeling the familiar anxiety settle in. Being an idol wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. The expectations, the scrutiny, the never-ending demand to be perfect—it was exhausting. And as much as she loved her fans, sometimes she just needed a break.
Tonight, she hoped Y/N would be that break.
The knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. She moved quickly, her pulse quickening. Pulling the door open, she was met with the sight of Y/N standing there, looking a bit out of breath but with that familiar smile that always made her feel at ease.
“Hey,” he greeted, his voice warm and slightly teasing. “Didn’t keep you waiting too long, did I? ”
Hanni shook her head, stepping aside to let him in. “No, you’re just in time.”
The door clicked shut behind him, and for a moment, there was an awkward pause as they stood there. The tension between them was subtle but palpable. They’d known each other for a while, but tonight felt different. Something was hanging in the air, something unspoken, and neither of them seemed ready to address it—at least not yet.
Y/N took in the room, noticing the faint scent of lavender that lingered, the warm glow of the dim light she’d set up, and the slight mess that hinted at her life outside of the polished image people saw on stage. It was intimate and personal.
“You look... comfortable,” he remarked, his eyes tracing over her figure, not in a way that made her self-conscious but in a way that made her feel seen. Really seen.
She smiled, playing with the hem of her hoodie. “It’s my birthday. I wanted to be comfortable.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And you decided to spend it... with me? ”
She shrugged, her voice softening. “I didn’t want to spend it alone.”
That admission hung in the air, and Y/N seemed to understand. Without saying a word, he stepped closer, his presence immediately grounding her. He wasn’t there to judge or to expect anything from her. He was just... there. And that was what she needed most.
They moved to sit on the floor, leaning against the foot of her bed. The conversation flowed easily at first—catching up, joking around, talking about things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. But as the minutes passed, Hanni found herself opening up more, telling him about the things she didn’t usually share with others.
“It’s been hard,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “The whole idol thing... it’s not as glamorous as people think.”
Y/N listened intently, his gaze never leaving her face. He nodded, not interrupting, just letting her speak.
“I just... I want to be myself, you know? ”She laughed bitterly. “But sometimes, I don’t even know who that is anymore.”
There was a silence, heavy but not uncomfortable. Y/N reached out, gently taking her hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a warmth through her that she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“You’re Hanni,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “That’s enough.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his words. It was such a simple statement, but it meant everything to her at that moment. She looked at him, her eyes searching his face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel the need to put on a mask. She could just be... her.
Without thinking, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. It was soft, almost hesitant, as if she were testing the waters. But when Y/N kissed her back, his hand coming up to cup her cheek, something inside her clicked.
This was what she’d been missing. This connection, this intimacy. The world outside didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was him and the way he made her feel like she was enough, just as she was.
The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as the tension between them finally broke. Hanni’s hands slid up his chest, pulling him closer as their breaths mingled, the room around them fading into the background. All of her worries, her stress, her insecurities—they melted away in his embrace.
As they pulled apart, breathless, Hanni rested her forehead against his, her fingers still tangled in his shirt. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. “For being here.”
Y/N smiled, his hand resting on her waist, grounding her. “Always." Y/N removes his shirt with a quick motion, leaving Hanni with a desired look. Hanni instantly kisses Y/N with more passion, as if she were dehydrated for lust. Both of them moan as their mouths explore each other. After an intense makeover, Hanni grabbed her shorts and tossed them to the side. Y/N then put his hands over her thighs; Hanni’s already wet from the sloppy kisses they had. Y/N rubbed his hands on her pants, making circles on Hanni’s clitoral area. Instinctively Hanni moans under his mouth. “Ugh, yes, make me cum Y/N.Hannah is reaching her limit; she holds on with the kiss and moans louder and louder with every hand movement of Y/N. “I am going to cum, Y/N, I am going to cu... ughh.” She reached her orgasm, slowly fading to Y/N's body as she loses her energy. They looked at each other with a smile. “I want you on me, Y/N.” Without wasting any time, Y/N removed his pants, greeting Hanni with a bulge in his boxers. Hanni’s face was flustered by the view. She was smiling and grinning. “Wow.” leaves from her mouth. Instantly she moves onto his boxers and removes slowly while looking at Y/N eyes. Y/N cock flew from his boxer and hit Hanni’s face. Both laughed, but then Hanni swallowed the rod in her face. “Oh Hanni.”
She bobbed her head up and down, swallowing inch by inch of Y/N cock. She is making slurping sounds, moaning while taking what’s her. She continued the blowjob, occasionally changing the pace. “I am getting close.” When she hears this, she increases the pace like she's racing a deadline. She speeds her bobbing, galloping every inch of Y/N cock, and after a minute Y/N shoots his hot semen in her mouth. She swallows all of his cum, even licking the ones that overflow from her mouth. Hanni then stands over Y/N, removing her hoodie, showing her cute boobs to him, and playing with her nipples—that’s already hard.
Hanni slowly lowers her body to Y/N, aligning her opening to him. She kept eye contact with him, having conversations with their eyes and being playful with it. His cock entered the heavens when Hanni finally let him come in, breaking the silence with a moan from both of them. She adjusted as the tip was entering. It is not their first time, yet she's still tight as ever. Y/N groaned from the feeling of his cock entering Hanni’s pussy. As she lowered her body more, it also adjusted with Y/N's size; after all, 7 inches isn’t that easy to penetrate.
Hanni gives up and lowers her entire body to him, leaving her to lose control of her body and slams to Y/N, but luckily he catches her and at the same time kisses her on the lips, creating another makeup session. She slowly moves her hips and starts her ride. “Oh, god, your cock feels so good on me,” she blurts from her mouth.
Just like the blowjob, she also increases her pace slowly. She truly wants to make it all the time and to experience another world far from her idol image. They parted lips as the pace started getting faster. Hanni then let Y/N do more of the work; he's now the one driving the pace as he fucks her hard, leaving Hanni with moans and pleasure.
“Fuck!! ,” she screamed as she coughed. Y/N followed with his seed shooting inside her. ‘Oh sh*t, I cummed inside fuck my bad,” he said to her.
Oh yes, cum inside me. I am on pills, you dumbo.” With her approving of him to cum inside of her. Y/N carried Hanni and changed into a dogstyle position and kept fucking her.
This goes throughout the night; time passes, lives change, and a new world is ahead.
Hanni kisses Y/N, “Thanks for coming; I had fun.” “Me, too. I am always here when you need me. Goodnight.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thanks for reading!!
A/N: Hanni smut?, Hanni smut, Hanni smut!, HANNI SMUT!??!!!
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Pink Ribbons

“Pink ribbons around his dainty wrists, his pretty hair a mess and drool covering his puffy lips. Your husband has never looked cuter.”
Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader
Genre: married life!AU, Slice of Life Fluff, Smut
Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, cozy BDSM, safe power play, a cute chicken & movie date, he is very snuggly and clingy <3, he is also very obedient and the goodest boy, praise, good boy kink, loving dirty talk, bondage with pink silk ribbons, she takes videos of him because he is the cutest, handjob as he sits on her lap, gentle movements with lots of love, lots of kisses and touches all over his pretty body, a lil bit of edging, he is in such a cozy & safe subspace, he cums all over himself, did i mention that this is incredibly soft & cozy?, did you know that this is cozy?
Wordcount: 4.9k
a/n: i love him so much!!!!! omfg i'm sobbing :( he is the cutest pookie ever 😭 this story made me feel very cozy as i was writing it, i hope you guys can feel cozy as well hehe 💗 did you know that this is cozy?
“Jungkook, Jungkook, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny”, you come running around the corner calling his name repeatedly.
Jungkook, who is in the middle of a relaxing yoga session next to the windows, lifts his head.
“Yes?”
You plop down in front of him, holding your phone.
“I saw something.”
“Okay?” Jungkook sits back, knowing that he won’t be able to continue his exercises until you showed him whatever you saw.
“Do you have time? Is it okay?” you ask.
“Yes, show me”, he assures you, scooting closer to you so he can see better.
You recently downloaded some famous video app because your college friends all talk about it and you wanted to feel included. You told him that you are only doing it to be trendy and to actually know what the young people talk about, but Jungkook has a gist that you are finding a liking in the app yourself. Sometimes he catches you literally cackling at your phone because of something funny you saw on the app. Other times, like today, you come running to show him whatever delighted you.
“I just saw this and it’s so cute. Look.”
You flip the phone and show him the video. It is a video of a generally perceived as attractive man filmed in pink light. Jungkook’s heart tightens in jealousy, his stomach sinks.
“Isn’t it cute?” you ask him.
“Why do you think that other men are cute?” Jungkook throws back with a huge, massive, immense pout, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “hmpf.”
“What? No you stupid noodle, it’s about the ribbons. Look.” You repeat the video. “His girlfriend tied ribbons around his arms and his torso and his wrists. Isn’t that so cute? We could do that too.”
“Ooooooh” Jungkook’s lips form the perfect O-shape and his eyes widen, arms relaxing, “ooooh you mean thaaat.”
You slap his chest gently.
“Stupid noodle. Of course I do. He is not cute. You are.”
Jungkook grins, “course I am.”
You roll your eyes. He is such a jealous baby sometimes.
“Whatever, silly. What do you think of the idea? Should we play with ribbons?”
Jungkook doesn’t need to think for long.
“Yes, I love the idea”, he agrees, nodding his head.
“Coolio as fuck.”
Jungkook laughs, “you don’t sound trendy when you talk like this. Just saying.”
“Whatever.” You stand up. “I’ll be going ribbon shopping. Should I get takeout?”
“Yes, god. I want chicken.”
“Alrighty right. I’m going now. See you later alligator.”
“My love, please stop talking like this”, Jungkook laughs.
You merely grin at him and then leave, telling him that you won’t take long and that you love him.
Jungkook returns to his yoga session, finding great relaxation this way. His week was very stressful and yoga always calms him down.
He already finished his session, now getting tomorrow’s outfit ready, when you come back home. It is not a work outfit, but a date outfit because tomorrow is date day. Jungkook has been looking forward to date day the entire week. It is your turn to plan the activities and you hinted at bowling. Jungkook really loves bowling.
“My love, I’m home!”
“I’m upstairs!”
You appear in the dressing room soon, carrying the bags of your shopping tour.
“I got the stuff”, you tell him, grinning proudly.
“Yeah? That’s so cool, my love.”
“Wanna eat the chicken on the sofa?”
“Wanna watch a movie as we do?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure, let’s do that then. I’m picking out an outfit for tomorrow.”
You smile at him, “very good. Make sure that you can move in it well.”
Jungkook giggles and nods his head obediently. He loves date day!
“Good boy. Come downstairs once you’re done. I’m setting up the chicken.”
“I understand. Thank you, Mommy.”
You sit on the floor, switching through your movie choices, when Jungkook joins you. He does so rather vigorously, plopping down next to you to wrap his limbs around you and pull you into the biggest cheek smooch ever.
“Mmmmmmwuah” he lets out, following the smooch with a nose nuzzle against your cheek.
You chuckle fondly, caressing his lower arms, “you’re a cutie. Did you pick out a nice outfit?”
“Yes, you’ll like it a lot”, he says, resting his chin on your shoulder to gaze at you, “Mommy, you’re so pretty.”
You look at him, smile and kiss his forehead.
“You’re feeling clingy tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, really clingy.” Jungkook gives you a big squeeze and nuzzle. “It’s because tomorrow is date day. I love date days so much.”
“I love them too.” You say fondly. “Should we watch a horror movie or something romantic?”
“I want romantic. I feel too soft for horror tonight. Is that okay for you?”
“Sure. Anything my soft Bunny wants. Should we watch this one?”
Jungkook, still snuggled against you, turns his head so he can look at the TV. A movie you both haven’t seen yet. You talked about watching it together.
“Yes, let’s do that. We haven’t seen that one yet.”
“I heard it’s great”, you say and press play.
The movie starts, but you shift your attention to Jungkook. You put some distance so you could grab his sleeves and roll them up for him.
Jungkook lets you with a fluttering heart. His heart flutters even more when you put a paper bib around his neck so he wouldn’t get dirty. It came with the chicken and carries the restaurant’s logo. You finish the sweet gesture by pinching both his cheeks softly.
“There we go, now you’re proper”, you say, making him lift his shoulders shyly.
You turn to the front, rolling up your own sleeves and putting on a bib as well. You hand Jungkook a pair of plastic gloves, putting on your own.
“I can’t wait to dig in”, you say, picking up the first chicken piece of many.
Jungkook needs a few moments before he can start eating. Moments like these are no big deal to you, but they are huge deals to him. Taking care of him comes so natural to you that he should already be used to it, but he truly isn’t. It always feels so special when you coddle him.
He needs to hug you, even if you are already eating.
“Hm?” you let out, eyes glued to the TV and mouth stuffed with delicious chicken.
“I love you, Mommy.”
“I love you too, Bunny. Now eat baby, before it gets cold.”
“Yes, okay”, Jungkook listens well, putting on his gloves to finally dig in.
“Good boy. Do you like it? I went to your favourite place.”
“I love it so much. It’s so yummy”, Jungkook gushes, stuffing his mouth full of chicken.
“That’s good to hear. Eat as much as you want.”
You and he are silent as you eat, enjoying the movie fully. The chicken tastes delicious. You went for three different flavours. Natural in a crispy, crunchy breading. Honey soy garlic which tastes so rich and savoury. Spicy sweet chilly which is Jungkook’s favourite because he likes spicy food. You like it as well, but Jungkook seems to be truly obsessed with it tonight, so you let him have most of it while you stick to the other flavors. They are delicious as well and you want to see Jungkook happy. He is so adorable when he is happy from good food that you could never ever take this away from him, even if it meant missing out on your favourite chicken flavour.
You clean up after finishing. Jungkook wanted to do it because you already did everything else but you told him to stay put. He listened very well.
Tonight is a certain energy present between you and him. A sort of silent understanding that your roles are more prominent even in the mundane, domestic things. Granted, stuff like taking care of him and praising him, are your daily tasks, but tonight there is energy in them. Electric, warm energy. Jungkook gives you the same kind of energy back, letting you know that he is in a mild subspace just from the way he moves and talks around you.
You return with chocolate cookies and cocoa as dessert. Jungkook is waiting for you on his knees and sitting on his crossed feet, hands folded on his lap. He stayed put. The position, he decided to do it in, is the last proof you needed to know that he feels the same energies you are feeling. This is a domestic, relaxing moment as much as it is also casual, soft power play.
“I hope that you like cookies and cocoa for dessert. I was feeling cozy. Careful, the cup is hot.”
“Yes, this sounds yummy. Thank you for preparing it”, Jungkook says, accepting the cocoa with sweater paws. He blows on it to cool it down.
“Of course, anything for you.”
You sit down on the sofa and press play on the movie. There is still half an hour left. You bend forward and rake Jungkook’s hair gently. He shivers, tilting his head back and gazing at you. He sets the cup down on the table.
“Who’s my good boy?” you ask him.
“I am.” He lets out and exhales shakily, leaving his position so he could hug your legs and nuzzle his face into your lap. “I'm your good boy.”
“That’s right, my good boy”, you say, leaning back comfortably. You begin combing his hair with your fingers, scratching his scalp soothingly.
Jungkook stays seated by your feet, resting his cheek on your thigh. He watches the movie with heavy lids, tingling each time you scratch him behind his ear. Only when he takes a sip of the cocoa, he sits up for a vast moment.
After around ten minutes you bend down again, kissing the side of his neck. Jungkook shivers, letting out a surprised gasp.
“My good boy”, you says softly and straighten up, scratching his undercut gently. From the corners of your eyes, you watch how he is squirming.
Another ten minutes pass and you both have finished the cocoa and cookies. Jungkook stays seated after setting his empty cup down, shimmying in discomfort.
“What’s the matter?”
“My butt hurts.”
“What? No way, come up here immediately.”
Jungkook leaves the floor, climbing onto the sofa with you. He lies down on his side, resting his head on your lap. Then he sighs, melting in relaxation.
“Is that better?” you ask him, rubbing his hip gently.
“Yeah, it’s so comfy.”
“That’s good.”
You slide your hand to his butt, eliciting a gasp from him.
“Relax. I’m just gonna get rid of the ache, okay?” you assure him.
He giggles, wiggling his butt against your hand.
The rest of the movie is spent like this. By the end of it, Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open. He is so relaxed in your presence that the word stress doesn’t even exist in his mind anymore. Like most romance movies, it makes him cry when the couple is falling into each other’s arms happily.
You watch it happen fondly, providing him comfort by scratching his back slowly while he sniffles and whimpers in happy tears. You are so immensely in love with him. He brought out the real you, the you who is so happy to be soft and who loves to watch cheesy romance movies.
Jungkook lets out an especially loud sniffle, shoulders shaking.
“Gosh Bunny, are you alright?”
“Yes”, he is talking in a pout, “they’re so in love. I’m so happy”, he whines and sobs, hugging your legs to hide away in them.
“You’re the cutest”, you coo, ruffling his hair.
“They’re so in love. I love this movie so much.”
“Me too, Bunny. It’s a very cute ending.”
“Yes. So cute.” He flips over, looking up at you sniffly and teary eyed. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bunny”, you say softly, wiping his tears. He always gets like this after a romantic movie. He cries in happiness, then needs to look at you and tell you his feelings. It is as if the love in the movie filled his heart with too many feelings of its own and the only remedy is the view of you.
“I love you so much that, that if we were both bunnies and we were cuddling, I’d put one ear over you to keep you warm.”
Your heart flutters, bursting in giddiness. You let out a squeal of too much cuteness and drag him into a kiss by squishing both his cheeks.
He stumbles to his knees, ending up on your lap soon after with his hands on the nape of your neck and his flushed cheeks under your fingertips.
You always get like this after a romantic movie. He tells you cute things and you get so overwhelmed by them that you need to kiss him until his head is foggy and his lips are tender. You are starving and the only taste you crave is his kiss.
The hunger was especially unbearable tonight. The silent understanding of the power dynamic added craving to the starvation. Oh, you cannot get enough of him.
Your fingers, once tasked with cradling his face, fall to his dainty waist. Jungkook gasps, breaking the kiss with parted lips.
“You’re mine”, you lull the words, eyes still closed. He is wearing an oversized jumper but when you hold him like this, it exposes the real size of his waist. It makes you a little crazy.
“Yes, Mommy. I am”, he whimpers, squirming in your possessive touch.
“I’ll make you mine even more with the ribbons.”
He giggles, nodding his head.
“Yes, Mommy. You can do whatever you want to.”
“What if I wanna keep going until you made a mess?”
Jungkook exhales shakily, nodding his head.
“Please…”
“Yes? You’d want that?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Fuck, Bunny. I don’t know if I can control myself any longer.”
Jungkook rolls his hips on your lap, sighing his words, “don’t control yourself please.”
“But I have to. You’re so soft, I’d only break you.”
Jungkook exhales shakily, falling around your neck. Your words are so strong. Your voice does the rest. Jungkook with his obvious and immense voice kink is broken.
“Please Mommy, please don’t hold back please”, he begs.
“You’re lucky that you’re so cute”, you say and stand up with him in your arms. Jungkook wraps his legs around, moaning happily because he thinks that you will carry him to bed.
You, however, set him down on the sofa, keeping his eyes on you by guiding his head.
“Can you stay put for me?”
“Yes, Mommy. I can”, Jungkook promises, nodding his head obediently.
“Good boy. Be patient, I’ll be back soon”, you tell him, giving him one last forehead kiss before you leave him to prepare everything.
You clean the coffee table of the dessert and disappear upstairs to get the ribbons, jogging down with them.
Jungkook stayed put the entire time, sitting up straight and with his eyes focused on the wall before him. He turned the television off.
“Look at you.”
His eyes are instantly on you.
“You’re such a good boy. You stayed put.”
He exhales shakily, following you with his eyes as you return to him. You stand in front of him, combing your fingers through his hair. His eyes fall closed, his lips part. He lets out a quiet moan, sounding so sweet.
“You’re so handsome”, you speak softly and will continue to do so for the rest of this moment. It feels right to do. It is such a comfortable and healing moment, which can only be enjoyed when whispered.
Jungkook is in heaven because of it. There is nothing more comforting to him than being spoken to softly. He feels so safe in your presence. So incredibly safe.
“Keep your head like this”, you order him and because Jungkook has no ounce of brattiness in his bones, he listens well.
“Good boy.”
Your praise makes his entire body tingle. It is the main reason why he could never disobey you. Why would he, if the reward for being good is your praise in your voice?
His eyes are still closed which means that the sudden soft ribbon around his neck surprises him. He opens his eyes, coming face to face with your features as you tie a loose bow around his neck. His heart flutters.
You give the ribbon a gentle tug once tied, making him sigh in bliss and tilt his head back to reveal more of his adorned neck.
“What a pretty little present you are”, you say, caressing his chin before you move on to another part of his body.
Jungkook feels so warm in his chest. He swears that he could touch the stars right now. He is yours and he is it gladly.
The next ribbon you wrap around his chest, ending it with a surprise kiss on his lips because the position allows it. Jungkook scrunches his entire face in giddiness, gazing at you as he giggles.
You giggle with him, caressing his cheeks because he deserves it.
“It’s funny. I’m calling you a present but I’m wrapping you up instead of unwrapping you.”
“It’s so nice”, he sighs, kicking his feet.
“Yeah, it’s pretty epic. Now next. Arms.”
Jungkook shifts them into the correct position all on his own, earning himself yet another praise. And yet again, it leaves him tingly.
You decorate his left arm first, then his right, ending it by giving his arms gentle rub downs. Jungkook shivers, flexing his muscles for you.
“So strong. Have you been increasing the weights?”
“Yeah, I have.”
“I can really tell. What a strong Bunny you are.”
“Thanks, Mommy”, Jungkook croaks, voice trembling. Is it possible to orgasm from too much praise? Because if he gets praised any more, he might actually cum.
“Now, wrists.”
He presents them proudly, palms facing up and next to each other. It is a given that you have to kiss each of them. It would be a crime if you didn’t.
Afterwards, you guide them together, tying a ribbon around them. You make sure that they wouldn’t pinch or cut off blood flow but still keep him in place, finishing it with a pretty bow.
“Wow, look at you”, you have to squeak because the view of him makes you so giddy.
Jungkook giggles and shimmies on the couch, kicking his feet.
“You are so fucking adorable. Gosh”, you cradle his face. “I could eat you.”
He smiles dreamily, leaning into your touch. He gets kissed on his forehead and feels eternal. He loves you so very much.
“Now stay like this. I need to take a video like she did”, you say and pick up your phone. You scroll on it with two hands, scrunching your brows.
Jungkook has to giggle, gazing up at you.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just, when you’re using your phone like this, you’re really channeling your Mommy energy. You look like you never used a phone before.”
“Wow, rude”, you laugh, nudging his cheek, “it’s not my fault that new technology uses such tiny fonts. Oh here, found you camera app.”
Jungkook snickers and shifts back into position. His heart is racing so much. You make him so happy.
“Now look the prettiest for me”, you say and press record.
Jungkook does his very, very best to pose for you. He keeps his back straight, his wrist presented, he gives you puppy eyes and even does a little lip bite. If you want him looking the prettiest for the cameras, then he will look the prettiest.
“Wow, look at you”, you gush, replaying the video, “you’re so handsome.”
“Can I see too, please?”
“Of course. Look.”
You show him the video. Jungkook watches intently, having to squirm on the sofa. The ribbons look so good on his body, he looks so owned.
“Aren’t you adorable?”
“Yeah”, he gets out shakily, biting his lower lip afterwards.
You watch it happening, feeling tingly. You put the phone aside and sit down next to him, patting your lap.
“Come here. I’ve got one more ribbon I want to put on you.”
Jungkook gladly obeys, climbing on your lap in a way so that he was facing you. He squirms at the feeling of your touch on his body, trying his hardest not to moan. It would be so embarrassing if he already moaned before you even as much as played with his cock.
Judging by the hungry glimmer in your eyes, this is exactly what you are planning to do. And Jungkook can barely breathe because of it. He misses your touch so much.
“Lift your butt.”
He obeys. You hook your fingers in his sweats and tug them over his perky butt.
“Wait. I can help.”
“Do it.”
Jungkook stands up for the time being, letting you undress him. He steps out of his sweats and later his briefs, then climbs back on your lap. His oversized jumper still adorns his torso, looking so pretty.
You tug it from his cock, letting it pool behind it. He is already hard, throbbing when the fabric brushes his tip.
"Aw, look at you. Is someone really needy for my touch?”
“Yes, so needy. Please.”
“Mhm, soon. Just gotta get you pretty for me.”
Jungkook giggles. You are wrapping the last ribbon around the base of his cock. You snicker because hearing him laugh makes you want to join him.
“How’s that for a last place?”
“Sexy…oh god, I can feel it aahmm.”
You give it a gentle tug, then finish it off with a bow. Jungkook definitely feels the pressure, but it isn’t as intense as a cockring would be. He likes it so much that he is biting his lower lip again, furrowing his brows.
“How’s the pressure?”
“Good. Gentle.”
“That’s good. Let me know if it gets uncomfortable.”
“I will.” He squirms. “Please. Can you touch me?”
“How can I refuse you when you’re so polite?”
You close your hand around his adorned base and dance it up to his tip.
“Ah, Mommy”, Jungkook moans loudly, arching his back and throwing his head back.
You watch his reaction with a tingling stomach, having to chuckle. Jungkook hears it, rolling his head to the front to look at you nervously. Your hand is around his tip, motionless and driving him insane.
“Why are you laughing?” he asks quietly.
“It’s just that I literally only put my hand around your cock and you’re already moaning so much. It’s adorable.”
“Mommy, don’t tease me please. I can’t help it”, he whines, pouting.
“Aw, I’m sorry Bunny. Here, let me make it up to you”, you say and finally pick up a rhythm.
“Woah”, Jungkook gasps, eyes widening and cock twitching between your fingers. Next he bites his lower lip - again - and mewls, furrowing his brows. Lastly, he arches his back and drops his head. His mouth opens, his high-pitched moans escape.
“So good. Such a good boy”, you rasp, hand moving around his cock in a constant rhythm. Slow and dragged out because you want him aware of every single movement. “You sound so sweet for me.”
“Feels….so….good….aaahmmm.”
“It does, Bunny. I love touching your cock. You’re so pretty and perfect.”
He twitches each time you praise him, tip glistening between your fingertips and shaft pulsating needily. You want to be everywhere at the same time. It is so addicting to touch his cock.
“Oh god, it feels so good”, he croaks and throws his head back, dropping his tied up hands against your chest. He is clutching whatever small amount of fabric his constricted hands can grasp, moaning your nickname like it is all that he can do.
“There we go, hold onto me. Good boy.”
“Please, seriously, please don’t stop”, he begs, legs tightened around your thighs.
“Mhm, you must feel so good right now”, you whisper mindlessly.
He nods his head vigorously, hips shaking on your lap. He moans just for you, delighting you even more. He does. He feels so good right now. So, so good. Nobody, not even himself, could touch him like you are able to.
“Of course you do. It would be a shame if I just…” you trail off, removing your hand from his cock.
“No please”, he whines, rolling his head to the front. He gives you the most lethal puppy eyes, pouting. “Please, Mommy. I-I was a good boy.”
“Yeah, that’s true. You were.”
“Please?”
He is so adorable. Pink ribbons around his dainty wrists, his pretty hair a mess and drool covering his puffy lips. Your husband has never looked cuter before. You can’t say no to him. You just can’t.
“Put your arms behind my head.”
He obeys.
“Good boy, now let me taste your moans.”
Jungkook moans, leaning in to kiss you. He instantly uses tongue, moaning louder when you wrap your hand around his cock again to pump it. He throbs between your fingers, leaking all over them.
You pick it up and use it to increase the speed of your touch. He was such a good boy tonight and you want to make him feel good. No more teasing, he is supposed to feel in heaven from now on.
And you know that he does. He moans and whimpers, breaking the kiss every now and then when he needs to gasp for air or be a little louder. You talk sweet words to him whenever he has to, playing with his hair or rubbing circles into his neck.
It isn’t long after that Jungkook can’t kiss you back anymore, dropping his face into the crook of your neck.
“Mommy please”, he sobs, convulsing on your lap. His entire weight is on you right now, also pressing on your chest because he is currently squeezing himself against you.
His arms are restless, tensing and flexing as his shaky hands try to break free from their constraints. He could easily break free, but you ruined him enough that his muscles feel weak.
“Do you like this?”
“Like it. Ah” he sobs, “ahmmmm Mommy…”
“My sweet Bunny. Lean into me, that’s good.”
“I have to…soon… please can I?”
“Yes, my baby, you can. Just let me do it for you. Make a mess for me, baby”, you encourage him, pumping his weeping tip.
His veins are bulging by now, his base is stretching the ribbon. He is so restless on your lap that he constantly rubs his balls on you as well. It feels so good. Jungkook is entirely and utterly in your hands.
Quite literally.
And it only takes him three mores strokes to make a total mess of them.
He squeaks, tenses up and then you feel it. Warm, messy cum shoots from his cock covering your hand and parts of your bodies. He sobs your name when the shakes finally set in, holding you close as best as possible.
“Good boy. Cum for me. Fuck, you’re such a good boy”, you talk him through it, keeping your touches focused on his tip because he is most sensitive there.
Jungkook is able to handle nine pumps and then overstimulation sets in, instantly making him beg and whine.
“Stop please. No more, please.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Thank you, Mommy. Thank you!”
“There we go, good boy.”
Now satisfied, you release him of his pleasurable hell. You keep the messy hand between his legs for now, hugging him with your other arm.
And Jungkook falls into a trance of gratefulness, afterglow and adoration. He sighs and whimpers, gasps and sighs some more as his body recovers from the intense high.
“Thank you Mommy. I love you.” The two sentences repeat themselves, growing quieter and quieter the deeper he falls into the relaxing afterglow.
“You’re welcome, Bunny. I love you too”, you answer him every single time, feeling entirely content. Honestly, you could play with him for hours. Being with him like this, makes you so happy.
It is Jungkook who breaks the cozy hug, running his eyes over your features. He is smiling with them, cheeks flushed and bangs sticking to his forehead.
“I made a mess”, he confesses and snickers.
“You made a mess. A pretty big one actually. You really needed that orgasm, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I think I did. I feel so submissive tonight and so soft and then you dressed me up in the ribbons and praised me and yeah…” he grins goofily. “I love being your sub, Mommy.”
“And I love being your Domme, Bunnybaby.”
“Can we do this again one day? Please? Oh, I feel so cozy right now”, he says and snuggles into you. “I don’t want to leave this space.”
“Of course we can do this again. Maybe I’ll tie you to something when we do.”
“Yes please. Please do this”, he sighs and melts into a total weak mess of limbs on your lap.
His heart is racing. You hold him close, snuggling your nose into the crook of his neck. He smells like a good orgasm and his floral shower gel. You love his scent.
“My Bunny”, you whisper, melting into him as well.
Date day is going to be extra romantic tomorrow. After such a night, it will be difficult not to stick to him at all times.
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Eleven to One: Smart Submission
Male Reader x Kim Minju, Kim Chaewon
Length: 3196 words
Tags: Daddy kink, sensual blowjob, stand and carry, sex against the wall, making out, Breeding kink, Breeding talk, rough sex, hate sex, degradation, cursing riding, cowgirl, doggy, spanking, anal, anal doggy, sex toys, obedient!Minju, obedient?Chaewon
TW: the usual for this series, rough sex, degradation, cursing at idols, extreme Daddy kink
Inspiration: Chaewon's Smart fancams, Minju's Sequence fancams
(A/N: Fuck, it's been a while. I lost a bunch of progress and had to pivot, hope you like this though. More fics coming up, hopefully deep into April. Can't promise anything for May though. It's gonna be a stressful time.)


“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I need you, Daddy.” Send by Yujin
You put down your phone with a smile of satisfaction and excitement. It’s a rather odd mix of emotions; there should not be satisfaction when the excitement still makes you yearn for something, but at the same time, it's this yearning that makes you feel at ease.
Yujin is on your phone, countless pictures of her incredible stage outfit which you will have to tear off her body again, not caring about the costs or the annoyed company staff. Yujin is also on the hotel room TV in the form of fancams. You put on a playlist to kill some time before the evening can begin and seeing her look so confident, thrilled and sexy has you bothered and ready.
“Oh, so that’s why I heard Kitsch on repeat.” You turn your head towards the bathroom door of this, for your standards, humble yet cozy hotel room. Minju has just walked out, a cloud of steam still behind her, a rather loose towel around her body as she dries her hair. “Our daeng-daeng is really pretty.”
“That’s true, very true,” you say with a sigh and look back at the TV where Yujin’s charisma jumps at you in the form of a wink. Suddenly, Minju’s hands are at your shoulders, rubbing, going down to your chest and rubbing a bit more.
“Minmin knows what Daddy is thinking.” She did not need to sound that sultry and tempting. A moment where her cuteness and klutziness is gone and Minju becomes a vixen, comparable to Yujin, maybe Eunbi. She learned from watching them, her admiration has let her to now drop the adorable person you so love about her—luckily, she also drops her towel, so you cannot complain about her boldness.
“So what am I thinking about, Minju?” Play hard to get, because that’s exactly what you’re going to teach her: no matter how hot or irresistible she may seem, you can be absolutely out of reach. It is after all always up to you.
“Daddy always thinks about sex.” Minju walks over, kneels on the couch and bends down towards your crotch, never breaking eye contact. A strain of wet hair tucked behind her ear, she whispers. “Daddy is always hard, especially because of Yujinnie~”
“Go check for yourself,” you challenge her and unzip your jeans (been a while since you wore something this leisurely). Minju eagerly gets them down until she expects your hard shaft to spring out and hit her cheek, but to her surprise, you are not hard.
“Wow, Daddy is this big even now~”
“You want to suck it?” More of an observation than a question as Minju’s lips already approach your tip.
“Can Minmin suck it, kiss it, put it in her mouth?”
“Go ahead, I’ll give you a reward if you get me hard.” She is too cute again. A nod and she is eager to give your cock all the kisses. Of course she starts off with the head, makes sure to run her tongue past her lips and along your slit, then she moves down the underside while resting it on her face. Minju’s dedication to worshiping her favorite cock is unmatched, her hums and moans spread in between all the licks and kisses sound like impure devotion.
You put a hand in her messy hazelnut strands and gently comb through them. In the background yet another fancam concludes with Yujin oozing all her stage presence and sex appeal into the camera. You turn down the volume to hear Minju’s blowjob better, but the visual distraction stays. Now it’s a Minju fancam, Sequence, legendary. The former idol tilts her head when she notices it while simultaneously taking your inches down her throat. Amazing bliss, you twitch.
“You looked very hot back then, so fucking tight,” you groan. “Unbelievable that you’re even sexier now.”
“It’s all because of Daddy and Yujin—you never stop and I have to keep up. It’s endless training, every day. Maybe this is eternal youth.” She bops her head up and down and you don’t know if she really said those words. Too much wisdom for someone who is back at your balls with her lips while she gags around the stiffening snake. Give her hips a good squeeze to check if it’s still the same Minju—yup, no doubt.
“Your hips were so wide back then, but I think they have grown more since you moved in.” You give her a congratulatory smack and Minju giggles around your length. She looks divine with one hand on your base and every part of your face magnetically drawn to where she wants to get your baby batter out. Though you never relinquished control, she still has you in a semi-hard state and your mind in the depths of impurity. “Get up.”
“O-okay, Daddy.” Minju does as told and you marvel at her nude body for a second.
“That was brilliant, don’t get me wrong,” you tell her and reach for her curvy, milky, freshly cleaned thighs. “But I want something else wrapped around me.”
As if she can read your mind, Minju jumps up and her arms and legs embrace your upper body. All you need to do is carry her on her petite ass cheeks which fill out your hands nicely. The miniscule weight of hers is easily lifted so you two are face to face. Before your lips connect, you quickly get hold of your dick and press it against her moist folds. Moist is an understatement: Minju is drenched in excitement and takes you easily.
“Oh God,” Minju moans and her eyes disappear for a moment in the back of her head where you know is nothing but the endless feeling of joy your cock brings her. A few thrusts and she will be mindless, the dumb, breedable klutz she so often seems to be. Her legs choke your hips against hers and soon after, you two engage in a kiss that sets you on fire.
Upwards is the way, the hardest way, the best way. Minju is split open time and time again, her whole body enthusiastically shaking on every impact or at the mere prospect of another. Whenever you’re not tongue fucking her mouth, the fucking of her cunt leaves her breathless, whiny, and groaning like a madman. She is mad, crazy for you and with the intoxicating smell of her shampoo, her sweat, her sex, you’re going crazy as well.
“Fuck, Minju, you’re pussy is so warm,” you mumble and stumble forward. You press Minju against the wall next to the TV where you both listen to her verse from Panorama with the sound of loud skin slapping against skin being an obnoxious, yet welcome interruption. Minju’s hands have left your nape and start to crawl up the wall as if she tries to get higher. She wants to crash down harder on your cock, wants you to go rougher, her end is nye. The constant hits against her cervix bring one thought to the forefront—and it is not the potential people on the other side of the wall who are surely enraged.
“One day,” you whisper, leaning into Minju’s ear, covered by ruined hair that she has to wash again tonight. “I’m going to cum inside your pussy without protection.” Minju gasps, almost at her peak. You slam her back hard against the wall, fingers tearing at the skin of her ass. “I will breed you, over and over again, and we will have many beautiful children. Minju, you will be bred, pregnant all the time, so I want you to love this.”
A chaotic thrust up, against every inhibition she might have, past the final strings that hold together her sanity, her reasoning. Minju orgasms with a booming scream and her cunt does everything in its power to suck the fertile batter out of you. The seed you promised, she needs it at this very moment. Only a quick pullout can save you, Minju’s power and will to be bred leaving you stunned.
She takes deep breaths in your arms as you carry her back to the couch, her eyes sparkle though you cannot make out if it is because of happiness or disappointment. “Why did Daddy pull out? We need to train, Minmin needs to be filled many, many times.”
“Sorry, but not tonight.” You free her forehead of her hair, some of which looks like it exploded all over her face. “I promised someone else my biggest load of today. We have to wait for her though—”
Suddenly, as if you spoke a spell to summon someone, a knock can be heard.
“Come on in!” you shout, but all you hear is a disgusted shriek. Well, it’s certainly not Yujin nor any of your other usual guests. It’s someone that is on the fringes though, not ready to admit that she is addicted to you. The thrill brings her back, the pleasure will make her stay, but for now it’s this excuse that makes her wait for you to open the door.
“Ugh, you—wait, the fuck, put on some clothes!”
“Why don’t you get rid of yours, Chaewon,” you quickly respond and just as swiftly pull her into the hotel room. Chaewon is wrapped in a basic yet effective outfit to hide her identity. A large black overcoat, sunglasses, a mask, basic sweatpants. With a groan she reveals the excitement that is below them: a stage outfit from her recent comeback stages, along with a surprising lack of pants and most exciting of all: golden blonde hair.
“Don’t stare at me you perv,” Chaewon barks and folds her arms in front of her chest. You notice her gaze dropping down to your cock again and you wish she would just drop to her knees and clean Minju’s nectar off of you (she would in a heartbeat if you told her about why it’s glistening like that), but you instead walk back over to Minju and lean down to kiss her. “What do you thi—Mi-Minju, you’re here?!”
“Oh, Chaewon-unnie, I’m always with Daddy, don’t you know?”
“B-but you could also stay somewhere else, like, like with your parents or with m-me…”
“Yeah, Minju,” you add cynically, only focused on the loyal girl below you clinging to your lips and your back. You make your way down her cheek, her jaw to her neck. “You could stay in the LE SSERAFIM dorm with Chaewon, so why are you still here?”
“Minmin wants to stay with Daddy! Minmin needs to be ready for when the time is right.”
Chaewon raises an eyebrow as sweat pours down her face. Her thighs are awfully close to one another, rubbing, her core is in heat as she watches Minju melt under your tongue. The ‘fearless’ group leader does not need to ask, because Minju spills the beans when you push her further down into the couch.
“Daddy, I need to be around Daddy when he wants to breed me, make me a pregnant woman, I don’t want to miss it.”
“That’s fucking enough!”
The stinging pain of your hair getting pulled makes you hiss almost triumphantly. Chaewon has been set off again and she drags you away from Minju’s delicious body and positions her own on top of you. A short, half-hearted wrestle later and she sits on your crotch, the panties below her colorful outfit already caressing your tip. One of her hands is still in your hair, the other pushes your chest against the back of the couch. She is livid.
“Oh, so you want to fight for her again.”
“Shut up.”
“You know that you failed miserably the last time, right? There is no reason to believe that you’ve gotten any better at making me—”
“Shut up!”
“You tiny thing, you’re talking big game for so—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Chaewon pulls her panties to the side, you reach for her hips and get a good hold onto them. “I’ll make you shut up, you perverted bastard!”
Chaewon sinks down on your cock and not only do you notice the wetness all over her pussy walls, you also find that she is needy for this cock. A ripple of satisfaction roams her body and in a moment of carelessness, Chaewon tilts her head back. You know that she is just enjoying the feeling and could take advantage of that. Instead, you have another taunt lined up for her.
“Oh no, I can already feel my mouth being sealed. I can barely speak.”
“Soon enough,” Chaewon groans and starts to gyrate her hips. Unlike the first time she challenged you over Minju, Chaewon feels significantly better. Wetness, tightness, texture—you can’t yet pinpoint why or how, but it has definitely improved. However, with Chaewon so cock-drunk and unable to slam herself down, this is a laughable effort. A pathetic little hop here, a loose hand on your neck, undeniable desire to be fucked in her eyes—Chaewon’s body is already admitting it.
“Hm, I love it… wh-when your quiet,” she moans, tries to search the submission in your gaze. A futile effort and you expose her with both hands on her back. “What are you doing?”
“Chaewon, you’re embarrassing. To think this would get me close—” Without warning, you tear her outfit apart. A tilt of your head and Minju helps out and gets Chaewon out of the mess of tatters you leave. Chaewon looks confused, also helpless and when you spank her ass, she knows she has to move to the stage of acceptance fast. “Let me show you how to break someone.”
“Wait, I—”
She falls apart in your lap. Really, it’s only a few harsh thrusts, and Chaewon hits your chest. She is a ragdoll that can whine and moan but otherwise is only a sextoy you have to move on your own. Both feet firmly on the ground, you push all your energy in those lower muscles to repeat this motion of rough fucking endlessly. Chaewon should feel that your power never runs out, that you can fuck her as hard and as much as you want.
“You dumb cumdump!” Smack her ass again, then grab her long strands of gold-colored hair. “Your body knows it, your mind might too—now I need your silly mouth to admit it.”
Chaewon moans and her moan reaches a new pitch when you pull apart her asscheeks to pick her up and drop her down on your shaft. She is coating your crotch with her horny juice, drools over your chest, sweats on the hotel room couch. Chaewon is a dirty girl, so you will sully her more; more accurately, you will show her dirtiness to her beloved Minju.
“Kneel on the couch, slut! Show me your ass.” Little resistance only. You quickly get behind her, adjust her towards Minju and rub your cock against her asshole. “Look at her. Can you even focus your blurry eyes on her?”
“I-I can…”
“Really?” Push your tip against her hole and feel her flinch in your arms. If she’d really want to, she could flee or at least fight back. Needless to say, she does not. “At least resist me, because your ass doesn’t. Just a bit of force—”
“Oh God!”
“—and I’m inside.”
You grab Chaewon’s tits and treat these soft hills very not-softly. Your thumb and index pinch her nipples, the groping is hard, though nothing compared to the ass fucking she receives. Her anal cavity, which should be incredibly tight, gapes for you easily.
Apart from groans, screams and the occasional expletive, Chaewon does not speak anymore. She must know that the next thing she says will betray her fundamentals, oh, those silly fundamentals: never giving up, always fighting for Minju, beating you after becoming better. Now, she is another one of your sluts, who bends over for you, spreads her ass for you and produces silly sounds from all her openings.
“The decision is so easy.
“You don’t make it look easy.
“You’re not smart, Chaewon.
“Stop resisting me.
“Say it.”
Suddenly, Chaewon is trapped between you and Minju. She could rest her head on the younger girl’s bosom, but she does not dare to. The thought of failure and losing this battle so decisively leaves her shattered. This state does not last for long however, as she sees how happy Minju’s eyes glisten in the warm light of the hotel room. It’s fine to lose, it’s good to lose.
“I-I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Do you fucking mean it, whore?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m your s-slutty whore.”
“Fantastic. Minju, bring me the bag of those from the bedroom. We need to celebrate that Chaewon is finally honest with herself.”
You move back to your original position with Chaewon on your lap, cock still balls deep in her asshole. She sniffles a bit, hisses when you nibble at her neck and play with all three of her sensitive nubs quickly. A new toy must be checked properly and this is definitely something that you can work with later. Minju returns with the bag and you reach into it.
“Your ass is already pretty wide, so this should fit.” You pull out a large, shiny butt plug with a diamond that will decorate her sore butt cheeks perfectly. “Make sure to keep yourself spread when I pull out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
You slowly drag your cock out. Instead of immediately filling her hole, you instead inspect how it gapes wide, then clenches around nothing. Chaewon shivers on your lap. You order Minju to check it out as well, which almost makes Chaewon cry from embarrassment.
“No need to feel ashamed,” you laugh. “I think Minju likes it as much as I do.”
“It looks very hot, Unnie, I think Daddy can fuck it many times.”
“D-don’t say it like that,” Chaewon faintly whispers. You push the butt plug inside her and feel her breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn’t have to show herself off anymore. The three of you get up from the couch.
“Minju, make sure to securely tie your friends arms, while I get this ready.” This is a see through dildo, almost as big as your cock and still very much dry. To get it well-lubricated for Chaewon’s pussy, you shove it into her mouth and make sure she has to deepthroat it. Chaewon might have dodged you if it weren’t for Minju, who has tied ropes around her wrists and lower arms. Only when tears leave her eyes, you pull the dildo out and place it on the small living room table in front of the couch.
“Sit down on it, but don’t move. No fucking yourself. This will be your first real punishment.” Before Chaewon can protest (or maybe she opened her mouth to accept it and praise you) you force a ball gag into her mouth and watch her shout inaudible things as her pussy is split open again.
“Now, you can watch Minju and I make out until the next person—”
A knock on the hotel room door, again.
“Speak of the devil.”
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