#how dare this show make me love the fuckboy

[aquamonstra]

HANG ON. HANG ON. HOLD UP.

YOU'RE TELLING ME.

THAT TOM PARIS.

IS THE ONE WHO SELECTED THE AWAY TEAMS OUTFITS IN FUTURES END.

SO THAT THEY'D BLEND IN IN 1996 SANTA MONICA.

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT IT WAS TOM PARIS.

WHO PUT CAPTAIN JANEWAY.

IN THE WHITE SUIT.

HELL YEAH. FUCK YEAH. OF COURSE IT WAS.

THAS MY LIL FASHION BOY.

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

Charles jealousy smut please!

my own little devil

order up!

hi lovely thanks for the request, i have been dying to write this and i am a charles girl so i may have gone a little feral while writing this, so apologies in advance <3 i did end up picking prompts from my bakery list to go with this just fyi and those prompts will be bolded.

pairing; charles leclerc x female fwb reader

blurb; your devious little plan to make charles jealous and regret leaving you high and dry the previous night goes wrong.

warnings; biting kink, rough sex, a speck of breeding, spit, dirty thoughts, wall sex, google translated french, semi public sex, creampie, hair pulling, dirty talking, oral fem!receiving, possessive behavior, choking, mentions of pregnancy, dom!charles. [let me know if i missed anything!]

chai; biting or hickeys [i picked biting] lemonade; possessive vodka shot; rough sex tea; semi public doppio; wall sex chocolate mousse; "i'm sorry" croissant; "don't you dare" pancake; "no, we can't, not here" sugar pie; "stop wriggling" boston cream pie; "fuck, it's dripping down your legs"

currently playing; jealous by nick jonas "cause you're too fuckin' beautiful and everybody wants a taste, that's why i still get jealous"

it was all his fault, at least thats what you told yourself when you came up with this devious little plan in the first place, that it was charles's fault for up and leaving before you'd been able to cum around his cock last night.

he'd showed up at your place around two in the morning tipsy and in a grump from having lost the race earlier in the day begging you to make him feel better and so naturally since he was the best fuck you'd ever had, you let him have his way with you but his way last night was utter fucking torment.

he enjoyed, no he loved seeing you beg and he was hoping you'd be begging tonight down on your sweet little knees but you had decided that, that was not going to be the case, you wanted to be the one to have him on his fucking knees for a change.

you knew deep down that this dress would do the trick, the red satin hugged your figure, attaching itself to each and every curve of your body and the bra you wore pushed your boobs so far up that they could fall out of your dress with one wrong move, you looked like a sin; that was all charles was capable of thinking the moment he saw you walk into the club, his own personal little devil.

when you brushed past him on your way to the bar, your fingers grazed across his crotch and the slight gasp he let out made you smirk "you are playing a dangerous game douce fille" charles whispered to himself as he watched you go, hips swinging with every step, charles couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, desperate for a taste.

charles was fine with letting you wander about the club showing off for him but what he didn't like was you showing off for all the other men there as well with your ass practically hanging out the bottom of your dress, you were his and he wasn't gonna let another guy lay a hand on you, so while he let you have your space, he found his eyes traveling over to you every now and then just to make sure you weren't getting into any mischief.

but little did either of you know, mischief was heading your way. when you felt a hand brush across your back so close to your ass as you leaned across the bar to take your drink from the bartender, you smirked thinking it was charles coming to claim his prize for the night but oh how you couldn't have been more wrong.

as you looked behind you, you made eye contact with a man that just radiated fuckboy energy "please don't touch what isn't yours" you mused quietly and he held his hand's up innocently like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar "relax just wanted to get to know ya, i'm brad" you couldn't help but roll your eyes, brad what a classic fuckboy name.

after a thought you decided he was harmless since you had no intention of flirting or going home with him tonight, so you decided to indulge him a little and so you sat across from one another at the bar, slowly sipping at your individual drinks.

charles had only taken his eyes off you for less than two minutes and when his eyes sought you out, he saw red.... seeing you sitting across from a man at the bar, he wasn't happy and despite you deciding to be a little tease with your choice of dress tonight he trusted you like he had never trusted any other girl before and so he let it go until he watched the guy slip his hand onto your thigh, caressing the skin like he owned you but he didn't, charles did and he was going to make sure that this prick fucking knew that.

"let me get you another drink" brad asked, hand still running along your thigh, little did he know that if he didn't remove it soon he would no longer have a hand and if the intimidating presence behind you didn't give away the fact that brad was fucked, the hand that soon wrapped around your throat should have been a dead giveaway, charles tilted your back to look into your eyes "don't you dare" he practically growled.

"you say yes and i will not be gentle with you" brad's hand slipped from your thigh "i didn't know you were taken" brad stated, trying to defend himself "i'm not" you mumbled, still gazing into charles's eyes and as your words hit his ears, he tightened his grip around your throat.

"lets go" he growled, pulling you off the bar stool and into the bathroom of the club, you'd barely made it in the door before charles pressed your back into the cold tile wall, his hand once again wrapping around your throat and holding tight as you struggled against his hold "stop wriggling" he demanded, his breath hot against your ear as he pressed a little tighter causing black spots to form in front of your eyes, as he watched a tear slip from your eye he eased back a little loosening his hold but not completely letting go just yet "your mine so all those guys can fuck off and leave you alone"

"i'm not yours" you reminded him and he gave you a look that told you that you'd picked your words poorly "yeah, well i'm going to fucking make you mine douce fille" and with that he dropped to his knees, hiking your dress up and around your hips, he dragged the fabric of your panties to the side drooling at the sight of your wet little pussy, if you asked charles in a public setting what his favorite thing about you was he would say your eyes but if you asked in private, he wouldn't even give you a verbal answer and instead just drop to his knees in front of you.

"no, we can't, not here" your fingers tangled in his soft locks, pulling at it to try and distract him from his current mission of wanting to eat your pussy until your legs gave out around his head and your whole body was trembling from his touch but your words met deaf ears as he spit into his hand before rubbing his fingers along your folds, grazing your clit with every pass he made.

"your fucking crazy" you whispered as a shiver ran down your spine due to charles's touch on your clit but also at the idea of being caught in such a compromising position in public, oh how you could see the headlines now.

"FERRARI'S GOLDEN BOY CAUGHT IN ROMANTIC TRYST!"

it was only a few seconds before charles's mouth attached to your pussy, licking through your folds to suck up every last drop of the juices you were currently leaking all over his pretty little face like an alcoholic who'd gone far too long without a drink.

his fingers gripped tightly at your thighs making sure to leave little bruises that he could kiss better later. when he slipped his tongue inside, you shuddered above him, hands pulling at his hair but he never ceased, this man was starving and he was going to feast.

you couldn't help but gently rock your hips against his tongue which caused his nose to brush against your clit causing the most gorgeous friction that had you tilting your head back as a low moan slipped past your lips, fingers tugging at his hair as he smiled against your folds continuing to eat your pussy like a man starved.

you were reaching your peak and fast, you always did when charles ate you out like this, you hips began to move faster against his tongue chasing the pleasure he gave you but right as you were on the edge of pure bliss he pulled away and the sight you saw as he gazed up at you was down right erotic, his cheeks, lips, nose and even chin wet with a mix of your juices and his saliva, the perfect mix in his mind.

his pupils were wide and his mouth hung open as he panted, his warm breath hitting your thigh as he gently nibbled at the skin sending even more shock waves zapping up your spine, he scrambled up your body, hands pulling at his belt desperate to get his hard aching cock inside of your tight little cunt.

"why'd you stop" to say you were pissed was an understatement, he was not about to leave you high and dry again "i'm sorry" he rushed out, he knew that if he was to keep lapping at your dripping wet pussy like the feral animal he was any longer that he would cum in his pants right then and there.

"i was going to cum in my pants" he chuckled, connecting his lips to yours for the first time that night, you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, his kiss was sloppy and desperate causing spit to coat both of your faces.

when you pulled away you couldn't help but smile at the sight, charles cheeks were flushed and warm from the heat radiating between your bodies, his eyes wide and your lipstick was smeared across his lips and chin "so fucking pretty" you murmured, thumb running over his bottom lip as he pulled his aching cock from the confines of his jeans.

you squeaked as he picked you up, practically manhandling you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and plunged in without warning causing your head to slam against the wall behind you "fuck" you gasped "be gentle" but he was far from gentle in this moment as he thrusted in and out of you at an unnatural speed that had your head spinning.

if anyone were to walk into the bathroom in that moment and catch you, you'd have looked like a pair of rabbits in heat from the way you were going at it.

you couldn't help but bite as his shoulder, teeth digging into his skin and drool soaking his shirt in an attempt to keep quiet but the sound of his hips slamming against yours would give you away before any moans did, the sound was wet and sticky as your hips slammed together.

a sharp pain hit you as charles fingers threaded through your hair and tugged forcefully so that he could kiss and bite at the delicate skin of your neck, marking you has his own personal fucktoy, no other man would ever fucking touch you again, not on his watch.

"you wanna come inside me joli garçon, you want me to make you a daddy" charles groaned against your shoulder at the words you whispered in his ear, a million fantasies coming to mind in that moment but pushed them all down in order to focus on you and the pleasure he was making you feel.

when he felt your pussy clench around him, his hips came to a halt, body shaking with pleasure as he released ropes and ropes of his sweet hot cum deep into your tight pussy that still clenched around his cock, milking him dry.

charles's lipstick stained swollen lips pressed against yours as you swallowed eachothers moans, his hand snuck down and started to rub at your clit, pace fast and rough, he was desperate to make you cum around him and when you finally did, juices gushing around his cock, he couldn't help but cum again at the feeling.

when it was all over he pulled his head from the crook of your neck as you both panted "holy fuck" he breathed out "that was the best fuck we've ever had" he darkly chuckled.

"i never knew you were a biter" you giggled which caused your pussy to clench around his cock again, a small shot of cum shooting out.

he slowly and gently let you down and as he kneeled down to pull your dress over your butt, he couldn't help but lean forward and lick a stripe up your thigh "fuck, it's dripping down your legs" his tone of voice told he was proud of the work he'd done.

he had fucking bred you and god did he want to do it again and again until it stuck and you were round and pregnant with his baby.

"your fucking mine now you petit diable"

you couldn't help but laugh at his words "little devil huh"

oh yeah, you were his own personal little devil and a fucking hot one at that.

"yeah, my little devil" he chuckled, lips pressing against yours sloppily once more, you both couldn't help but smile against eachothers lips,

"lets get the fuck out of here" he suggested, tangling your fingers with his own "why, you going to breed me again" you joked not knowing how fucking right you actually were.

[roosterforme]

Old Habits Die Hard Part 14 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You tell Bradley the truth about the photos he finds on his phone, and it leaves both of you feeling more possessive than you ought to. 

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut and fluff

Length: 3000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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The week of spring break was like a dream. By Friday evening, you had watched so many movies together, you lost count. Movie watching usually turned into kissing, which then led to making out. Bradley was the best snuggler you had ever known, and you really felt like you didn't even want to go back to class.

"Only six more weeks until we graduate," Bradley whispered when you brought it up. "I'm getting nervous."

You spun around in his arms until you were facing him in his bed. "About what?" The glow of his desk lamp brought out a honey color in his brown eyes, and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Getting my acceptance letter."

"You told me you needed to have your final grades submitted," you said, still smiling. "That won't be until the week before graduation."

Bradley shrugged. "It's just a formality. If you show high enough grades through the first semester of your senior year, they usually accept you before then."

You watched as his eyes darted nervously around your face. "Oh. But your grades are great, right?"

"Yeah. It's not that...." He was pulling you tighter against him as he added, "I'm nervous he's going to block it again."

"Oh." You didn't know what to say. The navy was his dream. If someone tried to take it away from him twice, you didn't know what he was going to do. "He wouldn't do that. I hope."

Bradley's laugh was dark as you wrapped your arms around him. "At least I have you, Sugar."

You didn't dare move, knowing he needed this comfort right now. Just when you thought maybe he had fallen asleep, you felt his lips moving against your neck. "We have one more condom left."

You laughed. "How are we going to entertain ourselves after that?" 

But you were falling in love with him, especially after this week. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when it started, but it was probably in the Beta house kitchen. The very first time you ever called him Beer Boy.

"I hope you're joking, Sugar. First of all, sleeping with you is not the only thing that I want to do with you. Because second of all, I have 18 hours of Grateful Dead concert footage that we can watch together. Correction...that we will watch together."

You pretended to groan and hide your face from him. Honestly, you'd watch as many hours of whatever he wanted with him. "I have an idea for the last condom though," you whispered. 

"Tell me."

"Your door."

Bradley pulled you on top of him and started to undress you. "Love that idea. You're so fucking smart."

"Make me dumb."

So he did. He got you naked on his bed, and put his mouth everywhere. You were barely coherent when he started licking your pussy and murmuring about you being the dumbest girl he ever met. You wanted to take offense, but you were flushed and whining, so turned on knowing he made you this way. You wouldn't have been able to dispute it if you tried. 

"Come on, Sugar. Let's go get a closer look at my door."

Bradley scooped you up and absolutely hauled you to his bedroom door. He set your feet on the hallway floor and then closed it, before pushing you back against the wood. 

"Still just your name," he grunted, wedging you in place with his hip, while he rolled on that last condom. "I know you told me to paint over it, Sugar, but I was never going to. Not even if you told me you never wanted to talk to me again."

"Bradley," you whined as he pressed the front of his body against yours, breathing in the same air as you. His hot breath huffed against your cheek as he hoisted your leg over his hip.

You glanced up and over your shoulder to see your own phone number there next to the little collection of hearts he had drawn. You knew he hadn't painted it. You had been admiring it again ever since he became your boyfriend. But you never got tired of hearing him tell you that.

"You never wanted me to paint over it, did you?" he asked, pressing himself to your opening. "Tell me the truth."

"Bradley!" He was teasing you now, and you just wanted him inside.

"Tell me, Sugar."

You reached for his shoulders, trying to force him to move, but he grabbed you by your arms and pinned you in place, your foot barely touching the floor. 

"I didn't want you to paint it! Of course I didn't want you to! Now will you please fuck me?"

"That's all you had to say, smart girl." 

Your butt bumped back against the door as he slid inside you, his hips meeting yours in such a familiar way. He was sucking so hard on your neck, it stung; he was marking you up like he had in the library. He was going to make you cum for him just like he always did.  

You threaded your fingers clumsily through his hair, and he let you tip his head back so he was looking at you. 

"I love this," he murmured, and you immediately guided his lips to yours and kept them there until you both came. 

Spring Break had been the best week of your life.

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The following week, it was back to class and back to the study room. Bradley held you on his lap, trying his best not to be too much of a distraction for you. But he couldn't help it. The weather was starting to feel like springtime, and he wanted to be outside with you. 

"Do you really need to study? Does it even matter now?" 

With a laugh on your lips, you turned in his lap to face him. "Yes, and you do too, Beer Boy. We can have fun at the parties this weekend."

But he just pouted at you and ran his hand over your jeans. "There are no parties this weekend."

"Why not?" you asked softly, running your fingers along his lips until he smiled. 

Bradley slowly, coaxingly guided you until you were straddling his lap. He nipped at the faded love bite on your neck, as he said, "The following weekend is Tyson's birthday rager. Can't blow our beer budget."

You giggled as he held you close. "Beer budget? For the shitty kegs or the good beer?"

"Shitty kegs. Since you're my girlfriend, Sugar, party rules do not apply to you. Nothing in the kitchen is off limits. Didn't I tell you that?"

Your smile was so bright as you leaned in to kiss him, Bradley could feel his own face light up. 

"You gave me the good beers the night we met. And you never told me anything in the kitchen was ever off limits to me."

Bradley kissed your lips and guided your hips closer to his. "I didn't? I guess I must have known right away."

"Known what?" you gasped as he let his hand slide up your top.

"That I would figure out a way to make you mine."

You sighed against his lips, and it was the best feeling in the world. "You're smooth, Beer Boy."

Then the alarm went off on your phone, and you jolted right off of his lap. Bradley was left grasping at air with a semi hard cock. 

"Sugar, come back."

"I have lab now. I had to start setting alarms, because you've been making me late for class."

Bradley eased himself to his feet and adjusted himself. "I'll walk you to your lab." 

He took pride in the fact that he was allowed to drape his arm across your shoulders and stroll across campus with you. He didn't get as many looks these days. He didn't get as many girls coming up to him asking where he's been or if he would be partying all weekend. And he took pride in that too. He was proud to be around you, but he was mostly proud of himself.

"You staying over tonight?" he asked as you kissed his cheek in the hallway outside of your class. 

"Walk over to my apartment and get me later, Beer Boy."

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Bradley was walking home and looking for a picture of him with his mom on his phone when he found them. There was a set of photos that you had apparently taken of the two of you making out in the kitchen during spring break. He stopped in his tracks, with several other students hustling around him and making a fuss about him blocking the walkway. 

"Holy shit," he whispered with a smile on his face. You had taken one where he was untying your bathing suit and rubbing your tits with his thumb while he kissed you. It wasn't exactly the most pornographic thing he had ever seen, but it was you and him together. Bradley could definitely spend some time getting off to these. Starting as soon as he got back to the house.

He was trying to figure out why you had taken these pictures in the kitchen, but he really hoped you were trying to leave a little treat for him to find. 

And later that night, when you called and asked him to come get you at your place, he had the dirtiest of the photos pulled up on his phone screen as soon as you opened your door.

"What did I do to deserve these?" he asked with a grin. Then he watched your smile fade into a look of panic. 

"Shit," you gasped, trying to reach for his phone, but he kept it out of your grasp.

"If you were thinking about deleting them, don't you dare, Sugar! I just jerked off to one of them. I'm keeping them forever."

Your eyes went wide as you pulled him inside your apartment. "You really did?"

"Of course. I guess you didn't take them as a treat for me? Why do you look so upset?"

You pressed your lips together and looked up at him. "I really meant to delete them. And I'm sorry if I overstepped, but she's horrible and she had it coming!"

Bradley was thoroughly confused now. "Who?"

"Phoebe!" you groaned, tossing your hands in the air before letting them fall to your sides. "When you were making us the s'mores, in your kitchen? She texted you a dirty photo of herself." 

His eyes went wide as he felt sick to his stomach. "Sugar, I haven't talked to her. I swear! I haven't seen her. I deleted her number."

He was reaching for you now, but you were already in his arms.

"I know, Bradley. I believe you. And I believed you when you were making the s'mores." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he rested his forehead against yours as you said, "But then I took the pictures of me and you out of spite. Because I wanted to make her feel bad. I wanted to throw it in her face that I'm with you and she's not. I'm sorry." Your voice broke on the last word, and you sounded like you were about to cry as you added, "I would never want to make you feel cheap."

Your words felt like they were melting over his skin. No one had ever been concerned about hurting his feelings before. You always made him feel good, and right now was no exception. You just made him feel like he was worth holding on to, like he was worth defending.

"I'm yours, Sugar. I'm not hers."

"You're not mad?" You looked so surprised, and your grip around his neck and shoulders was still relentless.

He couldn't help but smirk at you. "I'm not mad. You feeling a little possessive, maybe?"

Bradley watched your lips part slightly as you ran your fingertips along his scars. "Yeah, a little bit."

He nodded solemnly. "You should be. Ask me how many other girls get the good beers from me."

"How many?" you whispered, your eyes drifting closed as you kissed his lips. 

"None. Ask me how many girls have borrowed my clothes."

"How many, Beer Boy?"

"Just you." Bradley held you close and let you touch him everywhere.

"Not Phoebe?"

"Hell, no. Just you. All the sleepovers and spring break week? Just you, Sugar."

He felt your tongue dart out to taste his neck and moaned softly. Then you said, "That's good, because I'm actually feeling very possessive."

Bradley was a mess as you took him by the hand, and led him across campus to his fraternity house, your fingers laced through his. He felt possessive of you, too. He should have known, just based on that feeling, that Jeff would be hanging around the house tonight. 

"Try not to be alone with him," Bradley told you, leading you past everyone in the living room until you reached the kitchen. "We can hang out with Tyson and Janessa, or we can chill in my room. Just don't let Jeff get to you."

You rolled your eyes. "No sweat, Beer Boy. What's he going to say to me that I can't handle?"

"Nothing, because you're exceptional," he said, rooting around in the refrigerator. "Here, Sugar, have a good beer."

So when the two of you had drank a few beers, and the rest of the Beta guys were starting to get a little rowdy even though this wasn't a formal party, Bradley pulled you close to him. But you took that as your cue to wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. 

"Hi, Beer Boy," you muttered between kisses, your lips meeting his again. Bradley let you push your hands up into his hair and rub yourself slowly against him. But everything else with you was too sacred, so he was just about to suggest you head upstairs when he heard Jeff's voice through his love haze.

"Good luck not getting syphilis from Bradshaw." He was just loud enough for you and Bradley to be able to hear him, but he could still totally try to play off that he was innocent and chill all night. 

Bradley felt his fist clench at your waist, but you just rolled your eyes and casually shouted over your shoulder, "Good luck finding a girl you can satisfy with what is likely a very small penis. You have small dick energy, Jeff."

Janessa snorted and choked on her drink. Tyson was glancing back and forth, looking like he was ready to step in if needed, but Jeff just narrowed his eyes and called you a bitch. 

"Takes one to know one, Jeff. Have fun graduating behind me." Then you turned your attention back to Bradley and said, "Let's go upstairs and snuggle."

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The party preparations took all week. Tyson's twenty second birthday party was going to be an absolute rager. Since Jeff had been keeping a low profile the past few days, Bradley volunteered to pick up the kegs with Dev. As he hauled the kegs to the back of Dev's car, Bradley thought about the upcoming party. He knew Phoebe wouldn't miss it, but he was only looking forward to being with you.

And with only one more month until graduation, he wanted to make the most of his time. Bradley knew you were planning on visiting the University of Chicago for a few days at the end of April; you needed to meet your new advisor and find somewhere to live. It was killing him to know that you'd be halfway across the country if he was accepted into flight training. It was even scarier to think about having to look for another job if he wasn't.

"One more keg, before we run out of money," Dev informed it, and Bradley carried the last one out to the car.

"Too bad we can't buy anything shittier than this," he said, patting the keg with his hand. 

Dev laughed. "Right? It's not like we have to drink it."

"This party's gonna be huge though."

"So many fucking chicks," Dev remarked as he pulled out of the parking lot. 

Bradley just grunted in response and checked his phone to see if you texted him. 

"I can't believe you, of all people have a girlfriend, Bradshaw. And senior year, no less."

"She's different, man. She's better." Bradley also wanted to add that he was different now too, but he thought that Dev didn't really need to know about that. 

"Yeah, well, nobody blames you, because she's also hot. And I fully support it, because it pisses Jeff off."

Bradley just shook his head and laughed. "I'd be lying if I said that wasn't an added perk."

Once the kegs were on ice and the party was about to start, Bradley checked his mail for the nonexistent letter from the US Navy and quickly cleaned up his room. He was planning on sleeping in with you tomorrow and watching some of his Grateful Dead concert DVD with you wrapped up in his arms. He was planning on never letting you change out of his shirt, because you looked so perfect in it. 

And that's how you showed up to Tyson's party with Janessa, wearing his tie dyed shirt with the bottom knotted, showing off some of your soft skin. Bradley was convinced that between your short shorts and the cropped shirt, you probably weren't wearing any underwear. A smile played on his lips as you tucked yourself against his side and hugged him around the waist.

"You ready for this party, Beer Boy?"

"I'm ready to spend the night with you."

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These two are falling. Thanks a million times to @mak-32 for being amazing and helping so much with this story.

PART 15

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[theclayr07]

Common negative perceptions of Azriel need to be addressed, specifically that he is some incel fuckboi that feels entitled to Elain who he only wants to sleep with anyway. I will address each of these points and demonstrate that nothing could be further from the truth.

1) He's not an incel. AZ has never behaved in a way that is inappropriate or showed disrespect for another woman's boundaries. Being in love with someone who doesn't feel the same for you is not a crime. You can't help who you have feelings for. What is wrong is to actively try to impose those feelings on a woman when she has made it clear she is not interested. First off Mor, herself, has said she could strip naked in front of Azriel and he would do nothing about it. Furthermore, she and Azriel have never had the conversation where she makes it clear that she is not interested in him. Azriel made a move on Elain after she gave her clear consent to him. There was nothing creepy about acting on clear consent.

2) Then there is the claim that he is a fuckboi. He has been interested in the same female for 500 years. He obviously doesn't fall for every woman that comes along, because he is desperate to be with someone. Elain is the first time he has been interested in someone else which in itself should be significant. There is no evidence in canon that Azriel changes his mind and then is suddenly interested in Gwyn because he flits from female to female.

3) Az does not feel entitled to Elain. Those are Rhys' words. They are obviously not true because earlier in the bonus chapter, Az's inner dialogue talks about how Az is unworthy of Elain and that his feelings should be wrong. AZ is conflicted. According to the rules of Fae society, he should not pursue someone who has a mate, but he feels such a strong connection with her he is willing to question everything he has ever believed in, which brings me to the next point.

4) Az's feelings definitely go beyond a sexual interest. If Az wants sex, he will have no problem getting it. He does not need to jump through an obscene amount of hoops for two years to get it. He definitely would not risk his life for a lay or stare longingly into gardens, talk for hours about things he's not the least bit interested in, or start to avoid the person when his feelings get overwhelming. AZ has never believed he had a future with anyone. When Cassian asks Az if he wants children, he says it doesn't matter what he wants. He believes he will never have the opportunity to have them so why bother thinking about it. When Az encounters Elain at solstice, he does not believe he will get to do anything more than kiss her in that moment so he never let himself dare think of a future with her before that. That is why he told Rhys he never planned anything more.

Az is by no means a saint. He does bottle up his emotions until he can't control them anymore. He does not like being told what to do. (Which makes me think he is not going to give up on Elain.) He does have major self-esteem issues which causes him to be self-destructive, but he is not toxic towards women. Why would SJM make one of the bat boys like that in the first place. It makes no sense especially if he was going to be a romantic interest in future books.

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'Save It - 04'

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut

Warnings. mentions of abuse, hickeys, making out, mentions of bleeding, angst, swearing, unprotected sex, oral (f. recieving), fingering, overstimulation, use of nicknames (doll, baby, princess etc.)

if theres anything else lmk!!

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

“I want to show you something” Your voice came out as a whisper as you pulled away from Jay and made him sit on the bed. You could tell he was confused as you stood in front of him, but you instantly remembered what you had to do.

“Whatever the secret may be, it won’t change my feelings for you, y/n” Jay’s words reassured you, making you fall deeper in love with him.

You were still wearing the white dress he bought for you for tonight's event. You brought your hand to your shoulder and slowly removed the strap of the dress, making it fall to your waist. You did the same with the opposite side, the scars weren’t revealed yet for the heavy amount of foundation you applied on your upper body.

Jay’s expression was confused, but he was patient. He expected some kind of confession, but he most certainly didn’t expect you to undress in front of him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t pop a boner to the sight, though. But why were you undressing? He wondered.

You took in a deep breath when both straps fell to your waist, the awaited moment finally came. You moved your hand to the back of the dress and unzipped it. When the material fell to your feet, you closed your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest. You were scared. You were scared of the reaction he’d make to the art on your skin. 

Jay had no words. His eyes were wide like saucers the moment the dress fell and revealed the marks on your skin. Jay’s eyes immediately focused on the big mark on your lower belly. He watched in shock at the patterns that ran across your skin. His thoughts flashed back to all the moments you denied your co-workers to wear short sleeves, and all the events you covered your skin, and the times you moved away from the fireworks during celebrations. You were scared. He suddenly felt a rush of anger. Someone had done this to you on purpose. How dare they touch you? He wanted to kill that person, but right now he needed to focus on you.

He looked at your eyes pressed into a thin line, your fists balled as your nails dug into your skin. He couldn’t believe you went through all this pain alone. He understood your fears, and he wanted to make you feel comfortable- but most of all- he was grateful that you showed him, and that you trusted him.

Jay walked over and stood in front of you. He cupped your face in his hands and gently kissed your forehead. You felt a kiss on the crown of your head, which made you calm down.

“Open your eyes, baby” Jay mumbled on your forehead as his lips lingered there. You opened your eyes, and were immediately met with his soft ones. His eyes were filled with admiration and concern, it made your heart melt.

“Who did this to you, Y/n?” His voice was so gentle and soft. He moved some of your fallen strands of hair off your face and kissed under your ear.

“M-my parents’ dealers. Th- they kidnapped me once and this happened” you spoke, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m so sorry baby… you had to do this on your own, I should have known or done something- ” he was so angry and worried, the person who did this to you was going to die in his hands.

“No- no it’s not your fault Jay… I should be the one apologizing for not telling you sooner” you said as you cupped his cheek, making him look at you.

“Thank you for trusting me y/n… I know how hard it must have been for you to do this” you watched as Jay looked down at your half- naked body, running his eyes up and down your form. Even though you wore your bra and underwear, you still felt exposed and… insecure. Right on queue, Jay noticed your nervous state and smiled at you. 

“Why are you smiling?” you mumbled. You didn’t expect him to smile after seeing your scars.

“Even in this moment I find you cute” Jay chuckled and carried you bridal style to the bed and made you lie down.

“What do you mean? There’s no way you like this” you said as you gestured to the scars on your body.

“You’re right, I don’t like it” Jay said, his eyes completely on your body. He removed his jacket and shirt. Your eyes widened in shock as he started to peel off his clothes piece by piece. He stopped at his underwear and made his way towards you.

“What are you- ” Jay got into the bed and towered over you, making your heart flutter as he looked deep into your eyes.

“I don’t like them… but it doesn't mean I don’t like you, y/n” he kissed your nose and you smiled.

Jay smiled back and latched his lips onto yours, kissing you with urgency. He ran his tongue on your bottom lip, making you open automatically. You moaned when your wet muscles clashed together. Jay tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He cupped your cheek and gave a peck on your lips as he kneeled on the bed and looked at you. His eyes shamelessly ran up and down your body, it felt like he was memorizing every little detail.

“You’re so beautiful Y/n, why don’t you see that?” he asked.

“Stop calling me that~” you blushed and hid your face in your hands, but it was soon removed when Jay moved it away.

“Can I touch them?” he gestured to the scars and asked for permission, and you nodded in response. He loved that you trusted him; it made him feel proud that only he knew. 

You watched as Jay kissed your collarbone, his fingers hooked on to the strap of your bra and he looked up at you for permission. You nodded and felt his finger tips hide under your back to release the hook of your bra. When he saw the scar on your right breast that cut across your nipple, he wanted to cry. How did you manage to handle all this pain at such a young age? He could almost hear the screams of pain you would have made when the iron rod touched your skin. He traced his finger tips carefully over the scar as he thought of your past.

“Jay... ” he looked up when he heard your honey-like voice.

“It doesn't hurt as much as before, I've almost forgotten the pain” you tried to reassure him when you saw his concerned face. You ran your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him.

“How did my baby do this alone?” he kissed your affected nipple and you whimpered unintentionally.

“You like that?” he asked gently and you nodded.

Jay kissed your nipple and slowly massaged your left breast with the other hand. He flicked his tongue over your bud, making you moan. When he swirled it around, you moaned even louder. 

He knew you were enjoying it, but a part of him was scared that he’d hurt you. He didn't want you to cry because of him again. What if he lost control with his actions? Jay looked up at the feeling of his hair being ruffled. He was met with your sparkling eyes, filled with lust.

“Baby… ”

“Please don't stop, Jay” you said, desperately clutching on to his hair. Jay moaned when you gently yet aggressively pulled on his hair. Jay made his way close to your face and pecked your lips.

“Okay, but you're going to stop me when it gets too much, deal?” Jay moved the strands of hair from your eyes.

“Jay” you whined in protest. Your body ached for him, at this point you didn't even care about your scars. You’ve never felt this needy before, and kind of frustrated you that Jay was being gentle with you.

“Y/n, I need to know when you're hurting, hm? Please?” Jay watched your pouty face and smiled. He knew you were desperate for sex, anyone would be for their first time. But he needed reassurance.

“Okay, I’ll tell you” you took his knuckles to your lips and kissed them to ease his nerves, you could tell it worked when you saw his small laugh.

“So what’s the safe world?” Jay asked

“Hmm… purple” you said your favorite color and Jay smirked, he knew.

Jay got off your body to grab a pillow and put it under your neck for support. 

”I want my baby to have the best experience”

He kissed your neck, almost too softly. He kissed his way down to your left nipple this time, sucking on it while the other hand played with your right breast. He stayed there for a while, taking his own cool time. He liked to tease you, to see how long you could lose your innocent act.

“Jay, go down" you finally broke, he was pleasuring you, but not where you needed him the most.

“Patience, doll” Jay smirked against your skin and slightly nibbled your nipple. You didn't even have time to react to the pet name when he pulled that trick, making you moan out louder than expected- and Jay, for once, enjoyed hearing it.

You shivered when he kissed your belly button, his hands running up and down your hips to calm you down. Jay slowly got closer to your cunt and made eye contact with you. He chuckled against your thigh when you nodded your head eagerly. Jay ran his lips again on the scar on your inner thigh and started kissing his way down gently to your pussy. The feather-like kisses awoke butterflies in your stomach, and also made you extremely wet. Soon, those kisses turned into rough sucking. He sucked on your thigh once more and parted with a pop sound.

“Already wet for me? Are you ready, baby?” Jay smirked at your whines as he spoke inches against your pussy. His breath hit your folds, making you let out a breathy moan. Jay took that as a yes, and dived right into your cunt.

He started off with gentle kisses but even that made you whimper. Every time he kissed your pussy, you waited for another. It made you impatient, you wanted him to go faster. He was toying with you, so you pulled on his hair a little harder to make him understand.

“Impatient, are we, doll?” he moved up to you and settled in between your legs as he sucked on your neck.

“Jay… please, i want to feel you” you whined desperately against his shoulder

Jay suddenly pressed his clothed bulge over your bare pussy. He rubbed it against your clit in a slow yet rough pace, which sent electric bolts down your stomach.

“Ah- Jay!”

“Is that so, princess? You want to feel me?” Jay teased, his breath tingling on your neck as he fastened his pace 

“Hmph- ah!” You screamed as he locked your thighs to your shoulders with his arms, giving him more access to your bare cunt, trapping his bulge between your legs. Jay never felt this good before, he wasn’t a big fan of humping but the pleasure he felt with you was indescribable.

“Fuck, baby. You scream this much when humping, how will you take my cock, hm?” Jay pressed his crotch harder with more force when he didn’t hear your answer.

“I can take it, Jay, please” you screamed and and your head pulled back in pleasure. Your filthy moans were like heaven to him. It made him feel dizzy. Yeah, he was definitely drunk in love with you. He aggressively brought his lips to yours and kissed you like there was no tomorrow. You moaned into the kiss when he shoved his tongue down your throat. The wet muscles clashed together at the same pace as the humping. Suddenly, Jay stopped and you felt hot liquid against your clit, and you immediately understood when Jay hid his face against the crook of your neck. Was it possible for a man like him to get embarrassed after saying all those words?

“Love?” you brought your fingers to his head and gently massaged his scalp.

“I’m sorry, I came before you” Jay mumbled and nuzzled his nose against your skin, his cheeks now red.

“It’s okay baby, nothing is wrong with that” you chuckled softly.

Jay looked down at the point where your bodies collided a minute ago, his boxers were soaked in his cum. He wanted you to cum first, and he wanted you to be pleasured, not him. Never before was he the one to cum first. He always had that power, but somehow you took control over that.

“I’ll make it up to you” Jay looked at you, and you gave a slight smirk.

“And how will you do that, Mr. Park?” You raised your knee and harshly brushed it against his crotch, making him let out a guttered moan.

“Daring, aren't you, Ms. y/n?” Jay put your knee down and brought his face down to your soaked pussy, positioning himself in between your thighs.

“Remember the deal, alright?”Jay reminded you and you nodded your head in response.

He pressed his tongue flat against your entrance and kissed your clit harshly, making your hips jolt up to the feeling of it.

“Mmm no doing that, doll” Jay ordered as he wrapped both his arms around your waist to trap your hips down. He smirked at your flustered face and latched his lips onto your sensitive bud. You moaned as he devoured you, his teeth brushing against your clit. Your hips tried to escape, but failed miserably to the cuffs on your thigh.

“AH! Jay- oh my god!” your hands groped his hair from the intense pleasure, your legs shaking from the feeling of Jay’s saliva mixing with your juices.

“Mmmh so delicious, you tase so fucking good, my queen” Jay lapped your juices like he was in thirst, and once it ran out, he continued the sweet torture to your clit. It was like a juice bar machine, when he sucked your clit hard- the sweet liquid would fall below and he drank it up, each suck bringing out a new flavor.

“Jay- AH!” you cried out, desperately.

Jay let your clit off with a final lick, and entered his tongue to your hole. You screamed at the sudden euphoric feeling. His tongue dug deeper and deeper into your hole, all while it simultaneously lapped at your fresh dripping arousal. His nose nudged your clit perfectly with every lap.

“Ah- fuck Jay, please”  you rocked your hips against his tongue as you tried to gain more friction. Jay got the signal and brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles on it. You pulled on his hair when he picked up a faster pace, but you still wanted more. He looked up at your desperate expression, and feeling proud, he dived right back in to continue his make out session with your highly sensitive pussy. You rocked your hips at the same pace Jay created, and when he added two fingers to your waterhole- you lost it. You came on his tongue, screaming out his name.

Jay hummed at the taste and lapped you clean. You watched as his head moved from side to side, up and down as he ate you out, not wasting a single drop. Each time his breath hit your skin, it sent lightning bolts to your stomach. You still couldn’t grasp the fact that your boss was your boyfriend, let alone eating you out. You snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Jay kiss your thigh lovingly.

“Something wrong? Are you hurting anywhere? Did I go too- ” you kissed him to stop his muttering.

“That felt amazing, Jay “ He smiled gratefully at your confession.

“I’m glad you liked it” Jay rested his forehead on yours as he spoke.

“Round two?” you smirked, but it dropped when you saw Jay’s sudden change in expression. His eyebrows were scrunched together, and his grip on your waist tightened. His eyes looked… distant, and almost hurt. It looked like you awoke a bad memory.

‘Round two?’ you spoke the exact words of Heeseung in his nightmare, the only difference was it was you, and not Heeseung. Those words somehow still haunted him. And when he finally thought he got over it, it all came back to him.

“Jay? Baby, you okay?” your concerned voice brought him back to reality. He looked at your worried face and smiled. How was he supposed to be mad at you when you looked this pretty underneath him?

“Y/n” he voiced as he brushed his nose to yours.

“Hm?” you whispered back.

“Do you want me?” Jay shut his eyes in fear of the answer.

“I don’t think you’ve given me an option to say ‘no’ Mr. Park Jongseong” you said and the both of you laughed in sync.

Jay got up from bed to remove his underwear, not without kissing your nose. You watched as his fingers hooked on the band and pulled it down. His cock sprung out and your breath hitched at the size of it. He was… huge. His tip was red and it leaked with pre-cum. You watched the veins that decorated his length beautifully. How was that big thing going to fit into you?

“Scared?” Jay smirked at your red face.

“No- no I’m not” you tried to defend the fact that you were turned on, but scared at the same time.

“Don’t worry princess, I'll go slow. I promise" Jay leaned against your body and kissed the crown of your head. You relaxed at his words and nodded your head.

“I don't have a condom y/n, so I’ll pull out when i cum, okay?” Jay wanted to kick himself for not buying condoms beforehand, he didn't know things would escalate with you this fast.

Jay kept his eyes only on you as he rubbed the tip of his cock over your folds. He looked for any sort of discomfort or pain. You latched your fingers with his to calm him down, you were so touched that he cared for you. No one had ever cared for you this much.

Jay used his tip to collect your slick as lubricant, and he had to admit that he was scared too, but he had waited for this moment for so long. He was so sure that if he hurt you one more time, he’d cry.

“We don’t have to rush, you know” Jay mumbled, and you could tell he was worried. The face he made earlier still bothered you, but you wanted this.

“Love, look at me.. what’s wrong?” you gently cupped his face in your palms and made him look at you.

Jay looked straight into your brown eyes, how did they sparkle so brightly? He could get lost in them- literally. Stare at them for days and not get fed up.The way your eyelashes sat beautifully on your lids, blinking at him. You were looking only at him and that made his heart flutter. Why did he feel so vulnerable in your hold?

“I’m scared… ” he whispered, a drop of crystal liquid running down his cheek. You almost broke down with him. How was he your boss? He was so humble and caring, it made you want to cry. His bottom lip quivered as he leaned his head on your right palm. 

You closed the gap between the both of you and spoke against his lips, “Jay, my baby, I’m not going to break, and if it gets too much i’ll stop you, I promise”

Jay nodded his head and pecked your plump lips, he felt reassured once you promised. He trusted you.

He used his hand to spread your legs gently and with two fingers he played with your clit, making you more wetter than ever. You whined at the feeling.

“Good?” Jay smirked when you fractally nodded your head, and you knew he was back.

“So good-  AH!” you cried out when he entered his two fingers in your hole and started moving them, that devilish smirk plastered on his face when your hips tried to get away from his hold. He pressed you down with his other hand as he pumped his fingers into your cunt at a missionary pace.

“Ah- ahhh!!” your head rolled back in pleasure. You raised one knee upwards when you felt a mountain of arousal breaking through. Jay curled his fingers at the right moment when it bursted out. He scoffed proudly at how his fingers were in your hole, how your slick coated it. Only he could do that to you. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on it. You watched as he closed his eyes and hummed at the taste of you. He let his fingers off with a pop sound and looked down at your pussy. It overflowed with your juices.

“Remember the deal, love” Jay said as he positioned his tip to your entrance.

You laced your fingers with his and whispered a tiny ‘yes’.

Jay once again ran his tip over your folds and when it reached your entrance, he looked up at you and entered his tip. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him enter.

“Can I go further?” Jay asked, concerned.

“Yes” you held his hand.

Jay hesitated for a while but entered one inch more. You shut your eyes to the sweet pain, the stretch felt so good. When you nodded your head once more, Jay pushed his entire length into you.

“AH!” you screamed out, the feeling was so euphoric.

“Oh my god- are you okay? Should I pull out?”Jay panicked when you screamed. He didn't know if it was pleasure or pain, but when he saw your eyes tearing up he started to worry.

“No- Ah! It feels so full baby” you said in between your moans and Jay signed in relief. His head felt dizzy when you clenched around him, you were sucking him in so well, too well. When you raised your left knee, you clenched on him so hard.

“Fuck y/n, ah! God- that felt so-” Jay moaned out loudly. You were surprised when he moaned. Suddenly you wanted to tease him, so you raised both your knees to your chest

“AH- baby, don’t- shit!”Jay cried out, it felt so good to hear him, he sounded so angelic and beautiful. He wanted to give you time to adjust to his size but you decided to be naughty.

“Having fun teasing me, baby?”Jay’s eyes turned dark when he saw you giggling.

“Sorry it won’t happen- AH! Jay-” He suddenly brought your left leg and rested it on his shoulder as he rolled his hips.

“It won’t happen again?” Jay scoffed as your nails dug into his skin.

“Ugh- Jay!” You whimpered under him. The stretch was like heaven- your head was getting lighter and lighter with every push and pull.

Jay came closer to your ear and whispered, “This is what you get when you toy with me, princess” 

“God- mmmh-” you tried to form words but you were too lost in the rhythm of his hips.

“Already turned dumb? Look at me when I’m talking to you, babydoll" he forced your chin to look at him. His forehead was drenched in sweat and you could relate because yours was too. Jay loved looking at your fucked out expression, the way your fingers dug into his skin and your head rolled back.

“You're drunk on my cock, aren't you?” 

“Mmmh- so good" you moaned out. The way his balls were hitting your folds and how his tip touched all the perfect spots in you was crazy. It was like he already knew.

Jay moved his fingers down to your clit and aggressively massaged it. You cried out in pleasure when he touched your sensitive bud. Your legs shook due to the overstimulation, but you felt like you were on cloud nine. You then felt a weird feeling in your stomach. You looked at Jay and he understood, feeling the same thing you did. He was close. He knew when you started to clench on him harder than before. 

“I’ll pull out, okay?”

“No- no don’t Jay- just cum inside, please” you tugged on his arms and protested.

“No love, I know you want to and so do I, but not today alright?” Jay understood the feeling of need and desire and it was two beautiful things, but dangerous. He also knew the consequences afterwards. He didn’t want that happening to you. He hated going against you, but this was the right thing.

Before you could protest further, Jay pulled out of you and you whined. He watched as both of your cum dripped and stained the sheets of the bed. Your heavy breathing and panting made him look at you. He knew you were mad at him, but decided to ignore it and let you calm down. He got down from bed and walked to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up.

You weren’t mad, but a little disappointed. You wanted him to fill you up so bad. You were so desperate, but now once it was over, you were grateful that he pulled out. You definitely didn't want to get pregnant. You would love to have kids with Jay, but not yet.

Jay came out of the bathroom with a towel, he had changed into a new pair of boxes now. He made himself comfortable next to you with the towel placed on your leg.

“Can you open your legs a little?" He asked softly. You watched as he carefully wiped your swollen skin. He wore the most adorable expression, his eyebrows scrunched together and his lips formed a tiny pout. He was so focused, that you wanted to squeeze his cheeks so much. Apart from Jay being a gentleman, you did feel better after he cleaned you. But he was silent the entire time- was he mad at something?

After he finished, Jay went back into the bathroom and brought out a t-shirt of his. You also got up with the thought of getting changed for bed, but you got startled when Jay sat beside you.

“Wear this, love” he didn't give you much of a choice. He raised your arms and slipped the t-shirt onto you. It weirdly felt warm, and best of all- it smelt of him. You smiled to yourself, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jay. 

Jay made his way over to the bed and laid beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and resting your head on his shoulder. You sighed in peace. The both of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other's presence. You could feel Jay’s breath hitting your hair, and his nose cheekily inhaling your scent. His heartbeat was so slow and calm. How did you not notice this side of him before?

“Thank you, Jay, for stopping me” you mumbled against his chest

“Your welcome baby, I would never do something to hurt you” 

He was happy you understood, and that you weren’t mad at him. He felt at peace. He loved holding you in his embrace. You were like his personal teddy bear, except you were real. Most of all, he was relieved that there were no more secrets. He wondered if he should tell you about his nightmare.

“Y/n? Are you sleeping?” he whispered to your hair.

“Nope” you giggled in return

“Can I ask you something?” Jay asked as he gently started twirling your hair around his fingers.

“Yeah” you yawned and Jay chuckled at your cute reaction. You felt drowsy at the constant motion of his fingers on your head.

“How did you and Heeseung… become friends?” 

End. 

A/n. last chapter coming out soon!! what do u guys think? TT

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Seeing You In Lingerie-Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna

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In Public-Gojo, Toji

Breeding Kinks-Gojo, Choso

Nudes in Public-Choso, Gojo

Making Them Say Pretty Please-Gojo, Toji

Exercising-Toji, Choso

How They Fuck You on Your Birthday-Toji, Gojo

Riding His Face-Choso, Toji

Punishments-Toji, Gojo, Choso

No Panties-Gojo, Toji

Hip Dips-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Threesome W/ Toji and Gojo

Nine-to-Five-Gojo, Toji

His Favorite Character-Gojo, Toji

Handsy-Gojo, Toji

But I Lasted 10 Rounds Like a Freak-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Waking Up After a Wet Dream-Gojo, Toji

Your Slut-Gojo, Toji (Short)

Eating You Out After Fucking You-Choso, Yuji

Letting You Dom Them-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Just the Tip-Toji, Choso

You Can Take It-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Sending Them Nudes-Toji, Choso

Playing With Your Breasts-Toji, Choso

What They're Like In Bed HCs-Gojo, Toji

Situationship With JJK Fuckboys-Gojo, Toji

You Sound So Pathetic Begging Like That-Toji, Gojo & Geto

Holding Themselves Back

Kinks-Gojo, Toji, Choso (Geto, Nanami)

Fuck Me Like You're Mad At Me-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Sending You Nudes-Gojo, Toji

Edging-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Curvy/Thicc Women-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Slapping Your Pussy Part 1-Gojo, Geto, Nanami

Slapping Your Pussy Part 2-Toji, Choso

When You Have Sex In Public-Gojo, Toji

Perverted Habits-Gojo, Toji, Choso

How He Would Sound Moaning-Gojo, Toji, Choso-Personal Favorite

Breaking Your Bed-Gojo, Toji, Choso

Their Favorite Part of Your Body

Series

Oreo-Creampie Cam Girl series

Hog tied house slut w/ Toji, Satoru, Suguru, Choso, Sukuna

Other

Love Triangle

[ambrosialdesire]

HIII POOKIE A RANDOM THOUGHT JUST APPEARED IN MY BRAIN, SO HEAR ME OUT. YANDERE REINER BUT THE AOT HIGH SCHOOL VERSION. LIKE IDK WHY THAT APPEARED IN MY HEAD BUT JUST IMAGINE

ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THAT ATTACK ON TITAN JUNIOR HIGH ANIME SPINOFF OR THE DRAWINGS THAT ISAYAMA MADE OF THEM IN HIGH SCHOOL??

i'm gonna go with the drawings that isayama made cause the junior high one is MIDDLE SCHOOLERS LMFAO ANYWAYS yandere reiner in high school is a complete menace, esp since he's on the football team AND considered the school's king (according to the drawings and bc isayama is reiner's number one fan besides me, we're sharing the spot).

ALL CHARACTERS MENTIONED ARE 18+ AND ALMOST GRADUATING SENIORS IN HIGH SCHOOL OKAY NOW THAT WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT, LET'S GET INTO THIS ASK

reiner's not a super senior, i fear that is unfortunately jean BUT TO OTHER SENIORS ALRIGHT LET'S ESTABLISH THAT AGAIN LOL (we do not support gr**ming of minors here no siree), but he does do the "where's my hug at 🤪" shit and he's a known fuckboy + bully. his bullying is a bunch of taunting and emotional manipulation since he doesn't want to lose his shot for nfl fame + the scholarships that are already giving him a full ride, and who's gonna believe who? the popular jock with a bright future or the weirdo nerd that doesn't talk to anyone?

that's another thing too, how come he can't stop thinking about that stupid nerdy girl that he was forced to partner with in their us government/economics class? he didn't even notice you in the class either until that project, now finding how your nose scrunches whenever you're completely focused on researching a little cute and how he found you looking up at him nervously when presenting causes his heart to flutter a little too much. because of this, reiner is now searching for you in every class, period changes, lunch periods, your route home, where your address is, which room you sleep in, etc. he rationalizes it as him wanting to know why you make him feel this way despite not even trying to get into his pants, when every girl he's messed around with jumped at the opportunity when given.

you on the other hand, found him completely off-putting and frightening even. like how is he finding you in areas you thought that were hidden from the others and why is he, the jock that everyone wants and likes, talking to you out of all people? you probably think he wants to bang and leave, but nah, he wants YOU as his wife. when he actually asks you out, you think he's doing it as a joke and a dare so you reject him and try to ignore him even further, but reiner is known to not take rejection well and straight up tells everyone that you guys are actually dating. he even shows up to your address and introduces himself to your parents as your boyfriend, and he's so charming and likeable that they actually approve of him dating you.

you don't know why he's doing this and how tf did he know where you live???? reiner just tells you that he loves you and isn't this natural for him to do to express his undying love for you as your bf, despite how much you've told him that you're not into him and you barely know the guy but you know how close you are to reporting him and getting a restraining order for the creep. that's great and all, but he just bought a ring and he's not taking another no for an answer after graduation.

[ohanny]

okay, i am starting bed friend and since watching alone makes me stressed you are once again exposed to my initial reactions:

i love how the first minute of this show is uea being all "i am just your average guy... except i am so hot everyone desires me and it makes my life so hard. sigh."

HELLO YIM IN YOUR BOWL CUT NERD MULLET YES YES YOU ARE MY BABY MY SUNSHINE MY ETERNAL LOVE PLS TAKE ME AWAY IN YOUR SPACESHIP

so mark is like fine fine in that grown ass man way. pls someone tell me he is a lead in a show because i need

also like... am i the only one who thinks james is the soft, godly lovechild of yim and nat?

how can you dislike king and his jawline of doom. wait. oh my god. are having enemies to lovers thrown in this too?!?!? are they gonna hit all my fave tropes?!?

oh boy. OH BOY. something happened that night for sure sure

no but as a low voices appreciator this theme song is tickling my ears in a good way

ooh not the shiny shoes. damn, you really don't like the man.

oh this does not sound good but the stubble but OH FUUUUUCK

i have known uea for literally 5 minutes and 16 seconds and i am ready to murder anyone who hurts him

oh no. trauma.

yeah no, murdering anyone who hurts him is not enough. i need to go full vegas in a torture poncho on their ass.

the fuckboy has got the feels already 11/10 look at that face

in the non-creepiest way possible: i need to put these child actors into my pocket and feed them cupcakes

okay so the mom belongs in the bin

oh bitch DON'T YOU DARE call him

give my boy all the fuzzy blankets to cover up his sadness

noooo when do these boys learn pulling someone's metaphorical pigtails as a method of flirting will never work

ksdjfkalsfjasdlfj james since when have you been this PRETTY

king: babe, what can i do to make you like me uea: die

pock rhymes with cock which is exactly what you have to be to mess with my baby. a musty, unwashed, diseased cock.

jade is such a sweet bean and also a mood at the end of the day

i love how their gc is called "domundi"

what in the workplace parking garage showdown is this. also mark, daddy, step on me. respectfully.

okay, free karaoke emergencies are my kind of emergencies.

why does no one want to ride with the boss? I VOLUNTEER AS A TRIBUTE

lol, poor jade being thrown under the bus

is it gay to be unable to go through a single interaction with your workplace nemesis without standing face to face, intensely staring at one another? asking for a friend

ohhh cock is calling. hang up. that's a good boy.

this karaoke makes me miss my early twenties. also noooo, my baby jade letting loose while uea is like "pls god someone save me. end my suffering. existence is pain."

jade: i am about to vomit everyone else: THE FUCK YOU ARE WEAKLING boss: also you still have to work lmfao

butt. hehet.

oh nooo he has a cute lil man purse on top of the confidence to wear white pants? damn.

oooh he is drunk. i can see where this is going and i have conflicting feelings about it :')

i do not have conflicting feelings about these collarbones though. they are very much fire.

piggyback rides T T

okay but do i have to move to thailand to afford these condos on a single income?

one day these bl boys will be this gentle and soft yet also capable of resisting the urge to ravish their drunk crushes

(un)holy spiderman o.o

*distressed noises*

oh if you left snow white in bed all alone i am going to kill you

okay yes that is some tongue

i do love a strategically placed mustard yellow pillow

ooooh, it was king who had to wake up alone. oh my sweet babies. why do i feel so bad for both of them?

seriously, that bathroom is custom made. how much do these average salary men make?

JADE IN THE ICONIC YELLOW CARDIGAN

jade: omg what is wrong bestie uea: *war flashbacks to cock* sleep deprivaton

the fact jade is always drinking boba is just so in character. not that we know much all about his character but the point still stands. he is a boba boy.

oh that "mom" needs the bin asap. and you can't add a "we need to talk" text to that, king, you and your jawline need to time things better.

oh no. shit is about to go down in the copy room.

i love the alleged king of one night stands not comprehending one night stand etiquette. boy is down bad.

king: seriously uea: i am avoiding avoiding the subject, that's how deep my avoidance goes

they are just so laskdfjasdklfjsadlkfjaslkjfoierjudfj

why do i feel uea almost running people down with his car is a character trait

ugh, my poor baby is in pain and i don't know how to help (T⌓T)

THIS CAT

[vileintcnt]

okay so just a quickie but here are some plots I’m looking for atm :

1. okay kudos because I saw it on my dash but also because I really wanna read the book that has the same connotations, but give my new ice skating muse a hockey player to rival her and constantly rub her the wrong way and always challenge her and tease her for being virginal, she doesn’t have a name yet but the plot is THERE

2. yelling and screaming still for a plot where two of my frat boys, with your choice of harrison, fitz, tobias and connor, play a game of dares with one of your naive girls, totally unaware they’re basically rigging the game to see how far she’ll go with them, lots of ‘oh well if you’re not brave enough to do it then whatever we don’t have to play, we have shit to do anyways’ and her desperate to be liked by them is just adamant on playing the game

3. give me your subby, hot anxious boys for brandy to just wreck, milf threads are very fun so

4. looking for vampire threads and categorically willing to make muses for it !

5. ok so my muse for this isn’t THAT high because I kind of think I’ll suck at writing it but I want Valentina hazing sorority sisters by putting them through humiliating and degrading sexual situations, this could be coupled with Fitz or Lottie for extra fun

6. OKAY GIVE THE BUFFET FAMILY SOME LOVE, Ted wants young girls to release tension on lmao, Wade wants hot dominant girls to absolutely walk all over this silly lil country boy, and Barbie wants hot city slickers to go mechanical bull riding with

7. I want Puck to be watching a movie with a close friend and then suddenly the film turns raunchy and they’re both turned on and it’s kind of awkward because pucks boner is like sunlight blocking and they both decide that maybe they should just like, rub one out you know? and then oops sorry I didn’t mean to touch you but wait I kind of liked it fuck are we doing this? ?? give my metal head a fuck buddy PLEASE

8. Peaches & Martina want rockstars to fuck them, thanks!

9. give my silly airhead country girl candy priests who find her devotion to church advantageous for…reasons 👀 give her pageant judges who find her devotion to winning advantageous, also for…reasons 👀 give me best friends pervy dads using her panties to jack off and her totally aware he’s watching her so she puts on a special show for him idk just semi fucked things for her pls

10. give brooke massage clients who are progressively falling in love with her and keep coming back because they’re working up the courage to ask her on a date 😫 give simone a high profile actor/musician who sees her at a party that her and cher got into by sheer luck and immediately he’s smitten, give cher best friends that are joking around and then accidentally fucking and give me the awkward tension of it all, give cat a new hot roommate that she’s desperate to have sex with and talks to her girlies about him all the time and she’s always trying to catch his attention by wearing short skirts and shit but he’s actually a really shy inexperienced guy who just looks like a sexy fuckboy and everytime he sees her trying to turn him on he just doesn’t know what to do, give Lola an older brothers best friend plot where he’s ridiculed her their entire life and they always act like they don’t like each other but all of a sudden they’re alone together and why is the sexual tension so crazy rn??? Idk just GIVE MY CITY GORLS LOVE

[lightningandfireinmybones]

HERE ARE MY THOUGHTS, HERE WE GO

Lets not pretend its a fanfic at first, Val not realizing she is addicted its really sad (at least i think she is). She decided to leave him and couldnt bare her decision and sink into drugs to keep her thinking of him! She probably is so sore, such a broken heart!

About Dalton, just delicious? Curly dark hair and a sun kissed skin! And TATTOO? WHO, i am asking, WHO WOULDNT LIKE TO FUCK A MAN LIKE THAT?

About Cole, he can just be gone PLEASE? I swear to God, i hate this caracter sooo much, it hurts

About Aemond… that LITTLE SHIT HEAD! How DARE he act like she didnt exist in front of her? Val was more than right with that punch and he deserved worst! Val was so in her right to do that little show and call Dalton name, i hope Aemond catch then in the act to put him in his place, which is in Val’s feet. Im so f mad at him…

And like always, your written was something else! Those flashbacks? Girl YOU ENDED ME, PUT ME IN A COFIN AND BURIED! Bestie you have the gift, you are mine Delphi Oracle!

BESTIE THANK YOU THESE THOUGHTS MAKE MY DAY

valaena made a decision that wrecked her and the love of her life and never allowed herself to heal from it!!!! the self punishment never stopped and now she has to figure out how to deal with it

FUCKBOI DALTON RIGHTS! the opposite of aemond, something fun and flirty and safe for valaena

this is also a certified criston cole hatepage, thank you for joining us

aemond and valaena are so messy rn, circling around each other, both unwilling/afraid to take that final step back towards each other,,, ongoing chaos ensues

AND THANK YOU!!!! the flashbacks of their time togther are some of my favorite things to write, the way they learned intimacy and sex with each other and how it influences the way they approach those things now!!! live laugh love thank you bestie:')

[minyoongieswife]

PART 2 - WHEN YOU FUCK UP FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS ON A TV-SHOW

Felicia was so encouraging and helped Amie's first steps to her music career. She gave constructive criticism on how Amie could get more followers on social media (not posting tons of videos at once) because Felicia really wanted Amie to succeed. She encouraged Amie to go and talk to Tobbe. She took care of Amie after she got shitfaced drunk (so much so that she got her family involved and we, THANK BABY JESUS, ​​got the awesome scene with Amie and Elias in his room). Felicia quickly became very fond of Amie and Amie quickly became fond of Felicia. They could have become lovely, platonic soulmates (as fans made youtube videos: Top Amicia soulmate moments).    I LOVE Amie and i am more mad at the writers and how they dared to make her from season 1-2 than I am at the character, Amie.    I'm so pissed how they dared to let Ludde be the thing that broke something that I can clearly see could have been an inspiring, wonderful female friendship. 

Amie and Felicia were supposed to get to celebrate Amie's career path together, and Amie being inspired by Felicia to write a song about her or suddenly call out Felicia's name (as a funny inside joke) in one of her songs. And despite the fact that Felicia is very rich and can buy most things in the world, Amie wanted to buy Felicia something with her first big singing career money, which Felicia whould value and displayed in her room (so she always has Amie with her, even when Amie is far away on tour).    AND when Amie, Felicia and Klara (I always say Klarna, but it's Swedish too) lie on the bed together and apologize to each other, it was far from good or particularly heartwarming for me. I know: the friendship that was in season 1 is broken forever BUT I don't feel like I saw a good sign that I believed that they had really started a new friendship from season 4 and onwards. I really don't trust the men and women in that writing room.    I would have built Amie and Felicias and made it stronger with the fact that (in the season 1 finale) Ludde is unfaithful with someone in their class, rather than with Amie.    I also don't think I would have had Klara film it (even though she is persistently problematic in manipulating Aime against Felicia and bullying Felicia).    In season 2, I would have added that, when Felicia came back from the US, she had Amie there as a supporter next to Elias and her mother. BUT Amie has worked with Ludde in the studio and is unsure how to share this, and whether (now that Felicia is back in town) whether she should continue working with Ludde. Be 100% loyal to her best friend or think more about her career?    I would have Felicia find out by coming by the studio (to suprise amie) and find her making music whit Ludde. Amie and Felicia would get in a fight where Felicia angry yells, “do you have short term memory? He cheated, and it's on film!” Amie would answer frustrated that "Yes, I know, but we write such good songs together. We work so well together.”    Felicia would storm away and give Amie a cold shoulder, leave her on read for days, before Felicia goes to Amie. Amie says, "I'll stop working with Ludde if you want." 

Felicia would say with a heavy sigh, “it's ok. I want you to be very successful. So ... write with him.”

Still, I would leave the friendship a bit strange, and not have the 2 girls be completely on the same wavelength until Jack, the whore, is showing his dusty self at the party.    Now to Amie and Elias from Season 2:    Since they would see more of each other (despite Elias still having his short, soft fuckboy phase and being with Klara) I would have added a sprinkle here and there (in more than 2 episodes) of banter between Amie and Elias. And STILL managed to get Elias' sweet comment about Amie's hair in, but not at the hospital (as I would have written all 3 went and visited Ludde).    I think, despite the fact that Felicia was in the USA and Amie and Elias are friends in the season 2 premiere, I would still let them be so busy with hockey and music that they don't physically meet each other, but write some messages.    Season 3 with Amie and Elias developing relationship was really well done!! And I'm pretty biased with these two cuties so...yeah. 

WHAT I LOVE: Episode "road trip" - Amias scenes and Elias spinning a hysterically funny story, to the scout, about Amie being pregnant and that they're expecting a boy, is so INSANELY brilliant. One of my absolute favorite Elias/Emias moments!!    Also the scene right before they go out on the balcony, when Amie imagines everything that can be done in the apartment to spruce it up    I got a strong sense of subtle foreshadowing about their future in LA. And as the actor, who plays Amie said, "I also think Amie and Elias stick together, and become a power couple."    And I love the chemistry the 2 actors managed so incredibly well to get through to Amie and Elias.    Elias is my top 3 favorites.    I love Amie (from season 3) and love certain things about her from season 1-2. Her style is always dripping and her hair is always on point. And I LOVE that they wrote a black girl quite feminine and not dealing w trauma, or black girl struggle. And that she was the girl who ended up having a boyfriend at the end of the series, and was about to go and make it big overseas.     AND Petra (that lady is hysterically funny when she makes petty comments against the Kroon family, to Mats).    And I really appreciated what Ludde said, in the scene where he and Felicia are pillow talking and he asks, “ Did you come?" and then says, after Felicia replies, "We can try again later."

I can't count on 1 hand the times I've seen a teenage boy (ON TV) say something like that to his girlfriend about her pleasure. Chefs kiss!!

[chronicparagon]

Dear H.H,

Saw you on the side of the road I could see you were walking slow, by your black motorbike I sped past, tears falling into my lap

Dreaming of a different life Could you love me instead of all the boyfriends you get? I know I'd make you forget about all of those scary fuckboys

I know its not what you want

But I could show you my dreams

And we could be beautiful beings

Sincerely, AMI

(letter meme)

Send a love letter to my muse!

It can be platonic, romantic, silly, graphic, anything that comes to mind!

The letter came to her in the morning. Harmony spent the last few hours reading the letter.

Reading, reading, and reading it once more. Every word strikes her like a knife to her heart. But she can't look away from it. How can she? Harmony can feel the pain behind the written words. Her hands hold the letter that exposes the author's heart. Her mind searches for the one time when she may have seen the mysterious writer.

Perhaps they met before? Who is this person? Who would match those very initials at the end of the letter? Her mind recalls someone with her name starting with A, and her last name starting with I. But she can't be sure if that's true. Dare she ask her? Would it be too awkward or upsetting for her? What is this is someone else?

Oh, if only she knows what to do.

Harmony sinks into her chair, the letter still in quivering hands. Her eyes shut tight to keep the tears threatening to escape from her gaze. "I..." Her voice is a gentle whisper followed by a sniff. Silence follows that lone word she spoke, but it would last for only a moment.

"I wish...I knew who you were." If she knew, then perhaps, they could talk about the future, their future together.

She isn't sure what to do now, but she knows one thing: She needs to find the one who sent the love letter. They have to be somewhere...Perhaps waiting for her to reach out.

[minetteskvareninova]

Minette watches Medici, part 14 (Alliance)

- Thank Lord, Theotokos and all the saints, the show has finally returned to a bearable level of stupidity! I mean, it’s still not GOOD, but at least there’s enough good here that I don’t need to have a vodka bottle on hand to finish this series.

- Finally, some good fucking tension! I mean, Lorenzo is still a raging Gary Stu, but at least the show is nice enough to throw us a bone and not make him win 100% all the damn time. And I made my peace with the fact that old Iacopo is a fucking cartoon villain; now I just revel in a fact that he has the decency to be good one.

- Citta di Castello has me fucking rolling, like that name sounds extremely fake, but it’s an actual city and apparently that plot is kinda based on something that actually happened - although I don’t think Lorenzo was involved at all? Then again, could’ve known that, this show doesn’t have a relationship so much as persistent, but still noncommittal flirtation with history. Either way, I liked that plot, if for no other reason, then because Lorenzo finally got in line and follows his granddad’s footsteps in winning only trough great effort and sacrifice. Also, hey, the Volterra plot was somewhat relevant beyond that one episode! Nice.

- The triumphant return of Lucrezia D was somewhat eyeroll-worthy because of the writers’ verbal fellatio of Lorenzo trough Clarice, but I am willing to forgive it a lot because from this episode on, I am a Clarice x Lucrezia D shipper. Like, pair the suitors would always be the superior dynamic, but these two. Oh, these two. Ladies, I know that silver tongue probably eats mad pussy, but the other one has mouth too! God, I swear as soon as I end this mostly painful season, I am writing some mad smut with this pairing. BTW, still waiting for chemistry between Lorenzo and Clarice, but as mentioned, Clarice only has eyes for Lucrezia D.

- If only every romantic subplot was at least semi-decent, but alas, Giuliano and Simonetta also exist. Now, don’t get me wrong, I am not bemoaning their individual existence as character, not when Giuliano was finally useful this episode. But their tragic love story (for a given value of love and story, though tragic it definitely is in multiple ways) has finally ended, just as stupidly as it began. Vespucci’s gullibility is at least qualifying for the national championship (and mind you, in this very universe, you had Cosimo convinced Marco Bello killed his father) like Iago at least had some kind of flimsy proof unlike here Francesco - unless this show insists on telling me Vespucci had no idea Giuliano de’ Medici will pose half-naked on a portrait with his wife, which I call enormous bullshit on.

- He at least reacts the way I would expect from your average renessaince husband that learned his wife cheats on him with the local fuckboy (and unlike Lorenzo, I do not believe the dick is that good - he probably doesn’t eat pussy at all, let alone well). This plot point honestly gave me war flashbacks to The Musketeers season 2 and the good ship HMS Constagnan. To which I say, sir, how very fucking dare you. Not only did they do the whole “nominally shitty husband way too decent, at least in comparison with the hot fuckboy love interest, let’s make him commit some random domestic violence” sooner, they did it... Well, at least not as terribly. I mean, Simonetta is cool, but she’ll never be Constance, Giuliano is just straight up trash (unlike D’Artagnan, who, while annoying, did have at least some charisma and likeable qualities), and though old Bonacieux wasn’t quite convincing as an outright wife beater, he at least was a kinda bad husband.

- And of course, since Simonetta Vespucci IRL died of tuberculosis, the writers just had to milk her situation for all the Victorian Novel Dissease cliches they could cram in the limited time they had. Like, fuck me, I didn’t think I would see the day I was going to be glad Matilda Lutz and her angelic face are leaving this world, but the writing really is that bad. Whelp, at least Giuliano is going to get shanked soon too...

- Lastly we have the subplot with the bald councilman and his ugly son, which had a few mildly stupid moments, but overall wasn’t bad. I am still not sure whether Lorenzo placating the ugly son was really as stupid as it seemed to me at first, like I guess it made sense, in that Lorenzo was giving up any advantage he might’ve gotten by the bald councilman’s murder, thus convincing the ugly son it wasn’t him...? Then again, it could’ve been a cunning plot, a desperate gamble to gain the ugly son’s trust... Nah, I’ll buy it. Ugly son, you’re not qualifying for the national gullibility championship, how sad for you. Anyway, props to Iacopo Pazzi for once again proving a well-placed assassination has its place in the politics of renessaince Italy! A+ use of your hired thugs, no notes. Also nice preview for Giuliano’s shanking...

- The ugly son reminded me - no Bianca and Francesco’s lame brother to bring down the charisma in the room in this episode! Yay. A gold sticker for this episode, everyone.

[lauraneedstochill]

The Greens headcanons (modern!au)

I was inspired by @phiasaban post. the second I saw these photos I had an idea for the modern au and just wrote it all down in 10 minutes (this has nothing to do with the show! it’s just me looking at the photos, mind you):

Alicent is a single mom. loves to cook (def cooks when she’s nervous or upset), has a record collection, loves to dance when she’s tipsy. can be a strict parent when she’s pissed (or really tired) but overall is a mama bear (to the point of getting into arguments with teachers — “yeah, I think I know what’s best for my kids”). she’s an angry driver, keeps her car super clean. dresses casually (plaid shirts and jeans), but whenever she puts on a dress she looks so smoking hot it makes every man turn around after her. tons of them flirt with her but she mostly looks uninterested. deep inside is afraid to get her heart broken again. makes friends with her neighbor Criston (he let her borrow flour a few times). he is totally in love with Alicent and everyone sees it but her. he’s okay with her taking all the time she needs.

Aegon is a fuckboy but a very apologetic one. has no cruel intentions, he just “loves women so much, he can’t help himself”. either writes songs or poetry. has the weirdest captions on instagram. drinks wine 24/7 but manages to look sober when needed. ends up falling in love with one of his closest friends who’s been tolerating him for years, helping him sober up, making him breakfasts, giving cruel reviews of his sappy poems. one day she just casually picks him up in her car, they’re driving in comfortable silence, she asks him how his day went — and it suddenly strikes him that she’s the one. he’ll probably tell her right away (“I think I’m in love with you” — and she sharply presses the brakes). but it will take a couple of weeks for him to fully sober up, convince her to go on a date with him and then to give him a chance. will plant kisses all over her face whenever she’s upset. he loves movie dates, but his sense of humor is questionable.

Aemond is into sports (pick whatever you like, but he doesn’t look like a team player to me lol). very competitive, self-disciplined, doesn’t talk much. girls swoon over him and he ignores them completely. secretly is a nerd, reads a lot (and pretty much anything). falls in love with a girl who challenges him but will also stand by his side in every situation imaginable even if he’s wrong (she won’t shy away from telling him the truth when it’s just the two of them, though). he’s incredibly protective yet very gentle. it’s all about forehead kisses, leaving sweet notes for her, buying flowers for no reason. not a fan of PDA’s but will hold her hand every chance he gets. remembers every single anniversary. they’ll probably adopt a dog. he gives the best hugs and loves when she plays with his hair. they can talk about their favorite books for hours and she loves being the only one who gets to see that side of him.

Helaena is into astrology and tarot cards. has a cat (or three) and probably a little pet snake. talks to animals (I also think she’ll be vegan but don’t quote me on that). buys a lot of plants (and gives them names), maybe in attempt to compensate for her smoking. some may say she has a resting bitch face, but those ppl clearly never saw her smile, 'cause it lights up her face and she looks absolutely adorable. she’s the first one to steal their mother’s car (Alicent is not surprised and just texts her “no smoking in the car!”). annoyed with her brothers most of the time but god forbid someone dares to hurt them. carries a pocketknife (it looks very pretty, decorated with crystals and stuff), wears long t-shirts. adventurous but it takes time for her to trust people. will fall in love with someone who’s kind (and maybe introverted?). they’ll get matching tattoos (smth very small and simple), go on road trips and music festivals. yes, I can totally imagine her being queer.

➡ next: modern!Aemond Targaryen, college au part 1 — “All yours” part 2 — First time for everything 💌 my masterlist

[folkloreguk]

French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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couldn’t tag: @chorizoek

You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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Hewwooo!!! Do you have any fic recs where the boy is the piner one? and oblivious!oc or something like that... it's always the other way around 😣😣 thank you so much!

🌷 Hello anon! These are what I remember.. Strangely most of them are part of my #holygrailfics which I marked with a carrot 🥕 But, everything is a must read 🥰

UNREQUITED LOVE AUs - Member!Pining

💔 Most of the stories will eventually achieve redamancy. There are just few fics here where it’s unrequited all throughout

Re: Untitled @to-star-lake - Jungkook  🥕

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Acquaintances, Enemies to Lovers, CEO/Executives, Angst, Smut, Fluff [4/4][

This is really one of my favorite discoveries 🥰 At that time there wasn’t much info or even comments on the fic so if you’re not as daring to try fics out, it’s easy to assume it’ll be just a regular story. But I'm glad my curiousity won because this is such a gem. It was painful and lovely unpacking all the discoveries in their relationship (or lack of) per chapter 🥰. I swear the plot “twists” per episode made the fic extra memorable.

Frost Impressions @fortunexkookie - Jungkook 🥕

↳  Teacher AU, Gamer AU, Simultaneous (One-Sided) Enemies to Lovers,  Best Friends to Lovers, Idiots to Lovers AU, Humor, Tooth-rotting Fluff, Smut, Heavy Pining, Slight Angst [one shot]

ugh this just puts a smile on my face every time I remember this. I was just thinking about this Jungkook the other day. OC is oblivious because, well, they have this E2L thing going on. Plus he didn’t exactly give a great FIRST IMPRESSION. So many AUs thrown in but author was able to squeeze it all and produce this masterpiece. It’s just a feel-good fic 🥰

Love So Shallow @jimlingss - Taehyung 🥕

↳ Best Friend AU, College AU, eventual Roommate AU, eventual Pining [3/3]

also one of the best written OCs in fic land. Please read this gem. I still gush over how their relationship developed and you’ll see how the “pining” develops too. It’s a great Love Yourself theme too!

Paper Cranes @aquaminwrites - Taehyung  🥕

↳ Slice of Life, Childhood Friends, Best Friend AU, College [one shot]

Ugh my heart ached for this Taehyung. I don’t know why I feel bad for him (I mean, it wasn’t as if he was to be pitied) but the way author wrote his story is guaranteed to pull at your heartstrings. 

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The Key to My Drawer @jjungkookislife - Taehyung  🥰

↳ Best Friend AU, Childhood Friends, Epistolary (letter form, some parts), Angst, Smut [12/12]

I was just thinking about this the other day because we’re just waiting for the last chapter/epilogue and then I saw the notif on ao3 that it got updated. What do you do when you get hold of a key to a drawer and discover unsent letters from your best friend? All addressed to you?  It’s such a creative way to tell a story and I enjoyed this very much 🥰

(please access the rest of the chapters through the author’s masterlist)

Please Be Naked @floralseokjin  - Yoongi 🥕

↳ Rebound AU, OC is Namjoon’s Ex, Namjoon is Yoongi’s ex-friend [8/8]

“you were still a little unsure why he and your ex....had bad blood.” of course we all want to tell OC why!  Seriously, this is a classic if you haven’t read this yet.  Yoongi’s just top-tier in this. Unforgettable characterization. Even if you are not into Yoongi fics, this is a must read for bts fics in general. The angst/smut is just 👌; then read the drabbles for the fluffy future

One Thing Right by hobios - Jungkook  🥕

↳   Arranged Marriage AU, Fake Marriage AU, Childhood Friends AU, Enemies to Lovers, Police Office AU, slow burn [8/8]

So I am adding this to every fic rec list because like RE: Untitled, there’s a lot of discoveries in this fic. It’s always a question why Sheriff Jeon will agree to a marriage of convenience (I mean he’s committing fraud in a way). So it’s wonderful to discover a lot things about their story since they had a falling out.

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Roses, Poetry, and Jeon @seraphimguks - Jungkook ⭐☕💌

↳ bookstore au, enemies to lovers-ish?, fluff, slight angst [one shot]

This is just so beautiful and it is like curling up by the window on a rainy day with a warm hot chocolate. I think in my review I said the shift to Jungkook’s POV is like seeing poetry in action. Must read and instantly a favorite of mine

Tinder 2.0 @tayegi - Jungkook 🥕 🔥

↳ sex app/room, Coworker, Enemies to Lovers, Crack, Smut [one shot]

This is kind of different from the rest of this list because it’s more crack and smuttier. The pining is not as intense but it’s there. Please give this a read too. 

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Fluff and Smut @jinggabitch  - Jungkook 

↳ smut, porn star JK, OC is a fluffer, one-sided pining [drabble]

Porn star JK is in love with his fluffer. - I remember reading this months ago and I found it so cute. Though it’s just a drabble, which means the story didn’t continue on, I got invested in this JK and hoped he gets what he wants.

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Bad Influence Collection @noteguk - Jungkook  ⭐🔥

↳ FWB AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies with Benefits, College, Bad Boy AU, Smut [4/?]

please click the link to the masterpost so you’ll access the very first story. Maybe it didn’t start out pining at first but the recent chapters we see Jungkook getting so affected over OC (it’s mutual but I feel at this point its more JK trying so hard not to show heart eyes 😍). Ugh, the joy I feel whenever this gets updated. Still ongoing but better start on this since some chapters are over 10k+ wc.

Hot Enough @soft-sarcasm - Yoongi  ⭐🔥

↳ College AU, Fuckboy AU, FWB AU, Yoongi caught feelings (kind of Unrequited AU), Smut, Angst [one shot]

I’ve read years this years ago and when I decided to officially have a blog, it took me months to find this. It’s just memorable because usually it’s the female catching feelings in a friends-with-benefits scenario. But here, OC actually rejected him (that’s the start of the story). Please read and find out what happens next. 

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First Love @jungnoir - Yoongi 

↳ bestfriend au, OC about to get married 

so this is sad at first because it’s only hours away from her wedding but read until the end 😍

Not Yet + Almost  @bratkook - Jungkook

↳ neighbor AU, kinda fake boyfriend (on the spot) to annoy OC’s Ex [2/?]

ahh this is cute. I shouldn’t be smiling at Jungkook’s pain but it was just so cute. It’s more of mutual pining though. The first drabble is more on JK’s while Almost we get to see OC’s thoughts. So, I guess in the third???

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Pining 101 @guklvr - Jungkook 

↳ hospital au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, humor, fluff [drabble series] 

a collection of drabbles based on pediatricsurgeon!jk dealing with his crush on generalsurgeon!reader. Read if you’re looking for something light and humorous. 

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Sidekick @bananagukkie - Jungkook 

↳  superhero au, best friend au, fluff [one shot]

You didn’t realize that your best friend was in love with you or the fact that he was Busan’s “newest” hero.

Lifting the Veil @/fortunekookie - Jungkook 😭

↳ real unrequited love/pining, friends to lovers, smut, angst [one shot] 

so yeah I guess read this first because it sure is angsty then read other fluffy fics (like Pining 101 or Frost Impressions)

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Requiem @cinnaminsvga - Jungkook 

↳ pretend confession!au, angst [drabble]

Jeon Jungkook loves you. You love someone else. He lets you say “I love you” to him, if only so that he gets to hear it once in his life. - so yeah, let’s cry about it  😭

Unveil @nijoonie - Jimin 

↳ Arranged Marriage, Childhood Friends to Lovers

angsty tones in the beginning. Jimin is such a dear 🥺

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Best of Me @/floralseokjin - Jimin

↳ Best Friend AU, OC just got heartbroken, angst

ugh just angst all over. The ending is hopeful but still sad?

Piece by Piece @underthejoon - Seokjin x Reader x Hoseok ⭐

↳ bestfriend au, fwb au, love triange, a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you. Smut, Angst [drabble series]

if you are not into love triangles, I think this will, well not change your mind because some people strongly dislike love triangle themes, but it’ll make the LT themes bearable. The writing is just beautiful and actually I’ve reblogged this for Hobiuary Day (one day I was on Hobi lockdown just reblogging purely favorite Hoseok fics) but I haven’t written a review or reaction yet. Read and explore their relationship dynamics 😭🥰

🌷  so, I don’ recall a Namjoon fic where he’s the one pining (usually it’s the OC). 

I had a great time recalling scenes from each fic (and what made the pining so angsty) 🥰. So, please enjoy!

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