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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jungkook: Why Not 🔞

In which Jungkook has you figured out. Dirty humor, mean and bratty- you're pretty much simply a bitch. So why are you crying over some scraped up knees and a dirty plushy?

Tags/Warnings: non-Idol AU, enemies to lovers, reader acts like she could kill but is actually a cinnamon roll, Jungkook just simply is a cinnamon roll, adult themes, fluff, romance, short!reader go cry about it, smut but very low-carb (handjob, cum in pants oops), slight DDLG-aspects/themes? Soft daddy/dom vibes from kook?

Length: longer than JKs Dick career

Additional Content: How So (Part 2)

A/N: have to post it shortened bc the longer version breaks the app :) have some fluff comfort after all that angst psycho shit I posted.

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It's not like Jungkook hates you. He really, honestly, doesn't.

In fact, he admires how honest you are, in a way. You seem comfortable with yourself, which shows in a healthy amount of confidence, no thought wasted on what people might think of your outfit or makeup. You're very expressive and creative, and you always work out solutions whenever everyone else would suggest simply giving up.

You're just.. too bold for him. He's not really interested in most things you discuss- which is often something lewd- and he also doesn't really share any interests with you. You're a miss know-it-all, you get dramatic if you don't get your way, and you manipulate people around you to even out your road ahead. You make demeaning jokes about yourself and you always put yourself down in a comedic manner- and he just doesn't like that. Even so, he still never casts you out, or ignores you. It's odd, because whenever you have one on one interactions, he can't help but feel like you're not the same as with others around. Just like right now.

You're currently all eating at a sushi place - you're sitting across from him, cleavage dangerously exposed, but he's got no right to be offended by it. In a way, he admires the way you seem to be so comfortable. But he can't help but notice the way you keep adjusting your top all the time, tugging and pulling constantly.

If it's making you so fidgety, why wear it? It irritates him a bit. He'll never understand why most girls choose fashion over comfort.

Your best friend Namjoon had told him before that you're actually not like this at all. That you're a great friend, caring and gentle and actually very fragile, and even a little shy and quiet when no one's around - however, Jungkook believes that's just your best friend trying to make you look good. You're totally fine the way you are - you're just too much for him personally. There's nothing wrong with that.

Just because he might not enjoy your personality, doesn't mean you have to change it.

But he doesn't question it, continues to eat and listen in on conversations, laughing along jokes and funny stories. He likes the energy of this. It's unforced, comfortable, easy. He's just about to continue eating, when he notices the glance you throw at his plate, something you've done a couple of times now, seemingly thinking about something, before looking away again, engaging in the conversation as if to distract yourself. "Do you want a piece?" He asks you as soon as there's a good moment, a bit more quiet as to not interrupt the current topic being discussed at the table.

You look at him, wide-eyed just for a second, before you shake your head. "It's fine. I'll maybe try it next time, though." You tell him with a smile. "Does it taste good?" You wonder, and he can't help but be amused. How come you can make straight-up dick-jokes at the dinner table, but you can't accept his offered food that you clearly got your eyes on?

"I don't know if my taste is the same as yours." He shrugs, watching as you chew on the inside of your lip now. "Let's trade, if that makes you feel better." He offers instead, and at that, you visibly perk up, eagerly putting a piece of yours on his plate to receive his.

You're.. kind of cute like this. Oddly so.

He watches without staring too much as you eat his gifted piece of sushi, clearly enjoying the taste of it as you swing your legs under the table a little. "This is good." You comment, making him nod with a smile before you both pay attention to the conversation again.

He doesn't really think much about the whole interaction afterwards.

It's not like it's anything special.

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"Ah, fuck." Namjoon curses, looking at his phone. "God, fuck. Yoongi I'm so sorry, I forgot I was supposed to drive with Y/N to her doctor's appointment today." He apologizes, making Jungkook look up from his phone.

"Is it something bad?" Yoongi asks, genuinely a bit concerned as Namjoon just seems unsure.

"We don't know, just a routine thing."He replies. "But you never know. And she's a little anxious, too. I wouldn't want her taking the bus or anything alone in that state." He explains, and everyone seems to agree that that's not a good idea. You're well known to not possess the most basic orientation skills sometimes - and with your head all over the place like this, it could just end with you getting hurt.

"What if I drive her real quick?" Jungkook offers casually, looking up from his phone from where he sits on the small sofa in Yoongi's studio. "You both can continue working, and I didn't have anything to do anyways." He shrugs.

"You know what, great idea." Yoongi chimes up.

"I'll.. text her. See if she's okay with that." Namjoon offers with a little hesitance, making Jungkook wonder how serious this appointment really is. Did you have any health troubles you'd been hiding? He's always been told to never judge a book by its cover. Maybe you were just putting on a tough mask to cover up what you thought was weakness?

Jungkook doesn't believe in that. You've always been this way ever since he'd met you.

"She said she's fine with it." Namjoon sighs after a moment, making Jungkook lock his phone and get up. "Here, let me at least bring you down." Namjoon offers, walking out the studio and towards the underground garage where Jungkook has his car parked. "Listen- can you do me a favor?" He wonders, and Jungkook nods.

"Sure." He says, opening the driver's door to throw his wallet into the back together with his jacket. "What is it?"

"Listen, it's a.. gynecologists' appointment." Namjoon says, quietly so, while Jungkook just.. stares, unable to quite grasp on why his friend would say it in a way that makes it seem as if the word is something you can't ever say out loud. So you're going to a specialist. So what? "It's her first time there. She's honestly terrified, so, if you could maybe go in with her and sit in the waiting room? Just, to keep her mind off of things." Namjoon carefully says.

Again, Jungkook just shrugs, before nodding. "Sure, no issue." He says, getting into the car. "I'll text you when she's back home then. You go up and help Yoongi." He says, before putting his phone into the holder, maps app opened to find where you're waiting.

He's a bit confused inside the car. With the way you're always talking, he'd been sure you would've been a regular at those places. Not because he thought you were a whore, God no, but he just believed until now that you'd be someone who's open and casual with it.

So why are you terrified of a simple doctor's visit?

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"You uhm.. really don't have to." You mumble quietly next to him, anxiously playing with your hands in your lap. You've been quiet the entire time, not really talking at all, and especially not looking at him. He's a little worried about that, wondering if you're maybe in pain, or really unwell in general to the point of changing your personality like this. "I know this must be weird for you." You say quietly.

"Not really, no. I went to one of these with my mom once, so its fine." He shrugs next to you, trying to maybe soothe your nerves by showing you that he's not at all weirded out or uncomfortable. To be honest, he's a bit surprised- because right now, the girl sitting next to him, isn't at all the girl he'd thought he had figured out.

However, he also assumes you might just be heavily uncomfortable with your health, which could add to you just behaving like you do right now. "You feeling okay? Should I ask them how long it's gonna be?" He asks, and you just shake your head.

"No, I can wait." You just say, trying hard to appear unbothered now. "Guess I'm just not really looking forward to a fifty-plus year-old digging around where the light doesn't reach, you know?" You attempt to joke as always, but Jungkook can spot the fakeness of it.

"Joon said it's your first time." He says, locking his phone now before putting it away.

"Son of a bitch." You curse under your breath, leaning back in your seat with your arms crossed and legs thrown forwards, heels hitting the floor. You look almost defensive now, as if he'd just insulted you. "Yeah, I didn't need to go until now." You shrug. "But my regular physician keeps bugging me to check some stuff out, and Joon has been bothering me about it too." You say. "Not like he's got anything to do with my vagina for that matter."

"Well, he worries." Jungkook shrugs next to you. "And if you've got health issues, you should always get them checked out for that matter. Could be nothing, could be something. I can understand him." He explains to you. "He cares a lot about you."

"hmhm." You affirm quietly, a bit distant now, staring at the tips of your shoes. "Joon has always been a really good friend." You say, and jungkook nods. Namjoon is the main connection between Jungkook and you- the older guy being somewhat of a brother to him, in a way. He really admired his friend a lot, for his achievements as well as his determination to always better himself. He can't deny that he never really quite understood your friendship with him- with you being so extremely different from him- but he never questioned either. "He's honest." You mumble out, and Jungkook has to agree.

"He is." Jungkook nods, though he feels like there's something more to it. He doesn't get to ask however, because your name is suddenly called- and you jump up, taking a deep breath. "Hey-" Jungkook asks, and you look down to where he sits, as he smiles encouragingly. "-You'll be fine." He promises, and you nod, before disappearing with the nurse into the examination room.

It doesn't take too long for you to emerge back out, a prescription written in front as he gets your coat and walks towards you to the counter. "If it gets any worse, just give us a call, alright?" The nurse asks, and you just quietly nod before you walk out with Jungkook trailing right behind you.

"Everything alright?" He asks, and you nod, though next to him in the car, you run your hands over your face.

"I don't ever wanna go there again." You groan, hands still hiding your face as Jungkook looks at you a bit concerned now.

"Did something happen?" He asks seriously, canceling his action of starting the car.

You take down your hands. "No. It was just.. weird." You say. "The questions were nasty. I don't know." You say quietly, and Jungkook can do nothing but start the car to drive you home. He wishes he could- but at the end of the day, this is something he can't and won't ever really understand fully. He hopes it's just the new experience freaking you out.

Parking in front of your apartment building, you really look a bit terrified now. No longer because of the appointment though- but because of the honestly world-ending rain hitting his car like it's trying to smash it flat into the concrete below. "Its really going hard outside now." Jungkook laughs, but you don't seem to be in a joking manner at all. "If you run you won't get wet."

"I don't want you to drive in this weather." You say meekly, barely able to be heard over the loud rain.

"I'll just wait until it's better." He waves off, looking at you drowned in the orange interior light of his car. You seem to think, before you turn to look at him, eyes reflecting the led lights all around like mirrors. You're really pretty, without all that makeup.

"You can come up? Just, it's cold, and if you leave the car running that's bad for the environment and you're also wasting gas-" you ramble, and he laughs, shutting down the car at that, before grabbing his keys.

"Alright." He shrugs. "If you're cool with that." He asks, and you nod after a moment. He chuckles a bit, before grabbing onto the door handle, still looking at you. "On three?" He asks, and your face lights up in playfulness.

"One?" You start, making him grin.

"Two.." he continues, making you smile as well, before you both pull on the handle.

"Three!"

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Your apartment is everything he did not expect.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy.." you say, taking off your shoes before you slip into the pink slippers close by. The coat hooks on the side of the entrance are cat shaped. The mat where the shoes are put is pink. And from what he can see, everything you have is bright, pastel colored, cute.

Almost innocently so.

You're right and wrong with it being messy, he notices as he walks into the apartment. It's small, but cozy- blankets and round plushies littering the couch close by, kitchen sink containing some dishes you didn't wash or didn't put away yet. It is a bit untidy, but not messy, in his eyes.

It just.. looks like his own apartment. Simply alive.

"Do you.. want tea?" You ask, quietly, and he nods as he walks closer to you in the open kitchen. "I.. have a lot of different flavors so.. just choose one you like." You explain, opening a cabinet that's basically all about tea. Different mugs, mostly animal designs, flower shaped coasters, sugar and many different brands and flavors of tea, boxes a bit unaligned. He pulls out a little baggy of the box that's the most empty, making you smile a bit shyly. "I like that one the most." You admit.

"I assumed. Might as well try it then." He shrugs casually, letting you boil the water while he looks around from his spot. "Your apartment is really nice." He comments.

"Thank you." You answer quietly, pouring the water into the two mugs. "Namjoon sometimes sleeps over because, according to him, my pull-out couch is more comfy than his own bed." You joke, and Jungkook laughs.

"That sounds like him." He nods, accepting the mug before you both walk towards said couch. "Granted, he sleeps on a mattress on the floor though." He tells you.

You laugh. "He's way too much of a cheapskate to buy a bedframe." You shake your head. "He could just buy it and pay it off monthly." You say.

"He could. But I guess we'll never know why he refuses to buy one." Jungkook answers, watching as you toe off your slippers to get more comfortable on the couch next to him- before you put the mug back on the small table, jumping up towards the windows, opening them. "Its still raining heavy." He says, and you nod, turning off the lights, streetlights of the city illuminating the room enough to still see, as you walk back on the couch, pulling a blanket over your shoulders. "What're you doing?" He chuckles when you put one over his shoulders as well.

"I like listening to the rain. And it smells nice." You say, wind blowing into the apartment. "And airing out is important too." You tell him, leaning your head against the backrest of the couch. He nods.

This is nice.

He'd never really thought of those aspects of rain, has always just seen it as bad. It's already slowly stopping to rain so hard, now just a soft mist, but you're right. It smells nice, not like the usual faint city smog, but clean, and fresh. The air might be cold, icy on the tip of his nose, but its also refreshing, calming.

"This is nice." He comments before he turns, noticing a bit of weight on his back. You're asleep, resting against his back, and he uses this moment to look at you a bit.

Maybe Namjoon had been right, he thinks as he adjusts you to lay your head on his thigh, tucking your blanket in around you.

Maybe you're not who he thought you were.

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"What do you mean you were inside her apartment?" Namjoon asks, visibly surprised as he puts down his chopsticks for a moment. "She let you inside?"

"It was raining hard, didn't want to let me drive home, so I had some tea at hers and left later. She fell asleep anyways, she was pretty beat, so I left a note and drove home after closing her windows." Jungkook casually explains, continuing his lunch across his friend.

"You do know she doesn't even let her own mother visit, right?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook shakes his head.

"No, how would I know?" He says. "From how she acts and speaks, I thought she'd have regular visitors." He says, scooping up some rice as his friend across shakes his head.

"No. She hates visitors. She doesn't even open for the mailman." Namjoon says. "Her apartment is her safety zone. I'm surprised she let you in." He shrugs.

"Maybe you just don't know her that well." Jungkook teases his friend.

"You simply don't know her at all, Jungkook." He says. "Listen.. I, don't know how to say this.. " he starts, and Jungkook raises his brow in confusion.

"I'm not gonna fuck her, if that's what you're worried about." He says, and Namjoon runs a hand over his face.

"Thats.. that wasn't something I was worried about until you mentioned it actually." He mumbles. "So yeah. Don't do that please. And also, don't.. just, don't get too close to her. In general."

"Why?" Jungkook wonders honestly now. "Joon, she's not gonna break my heart or something. I'm an adult man, not a lovesick boy going through puberty. She's not even my type." He laughs.

"Jungkook, I'm serious." The older guy says, picking his chopsticks back up. "Just.. leave it as it is right now."

"What're you worried about?" Jungkook wants to know, finishing his meal as he wipes his hands clean. "You seem so serious about this."

"Because I am." He underlines again. "I told you before, she's not who she pretends she is." He reminds the younger, who leans back, arms crossed.

"What, is she a criminal?" He wonders. "Sells drugs? Owns guns? Criminal record?"

"Theres things I won't tell you cause that's not my right." Namjoon explains. "You're a good guy, I know that, she knows that. But if you get too close, she'll just get attached again." He sighs.

"And?" Jungkook clicks his tongue. "Nothing wrong with that. We're attached too. That's what friendships are. Attachments."

"I meant it as in, more than that." Namjoon mumbles in a somber tone.

"Oh." Jungkook realizes. "I.. don't think I'm her type anyways." He laughs it off, but Namjoon doesn't seem convinced.

"Just.. keep your distance." He warns. "Its for the best."

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Namjoon doesn't tell him anything about you since that day.

You don't seem to hang out with everybody as much, and he himself hasn't seen you in what's been weeks now. Everytime he checks on you via your best friend, all he gets is a short answer that's way too vague to be the actual truth. Jungkook isn't sure why he's so interested in the first place. Maybe it's that small tiny glimpse of you that you've shown him, let him taste, before disappearing from his radar.

It bothers him, mainly because he feels like Namjoon has made him out to be the bad guy that's going to break your heart it seems. He's never given a clear reason why. He's never done anything wrong.

But its not like you've vanished into thin air, and because of pure luck, he spots you in a store he's visiting quite often, crouched down at the plushy-section. He almost didn't recognize you, pastel pink bucket hat and facemask hiding you pretty well- but for some reason, he still somehow knows it's you.

You seem to struggle between buying one or the other, holding both as you glance from one of the plush toys to the other.

"Tough decision, hm?" He asks, careful not to startle you but he still does, the seemingly sudden attack of his voice sending you straight onto your butt from your squatting position. "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you like that." He chuckles, helping you up and standing.

"No worries. I didn't pay attention." You say, while you hold onto the still packaged stuffed animals. "And uh.. yeah. I was thinking of taking, you know, maybe one." You mumble more or less. "Both are too expensive."

"Yeah, they price these pretty high in my opinion." He affirms, poking one of the plastic bags you're holding. "What's so special about these?" He wonders, and your eyes suddenly grow bigger, hands squishing the thing eagerly.

"They're squishy, and soft!" You explain to him eagerly. "Try it! They're like, I don't know, stress balls or something!" You say, and he does as you say, pulling and pressing down on the round purple creature.

"Hm yeah okay, I can see where you're coming from." He nods, charmed by your cute enthusiasm over the toy. "So, which one you taking?"

"I.. like the color of this one, and its a shark, but the other one is a chicken and cute too.. like, look at those little wings.." you complain, pulling on said wings a bit before you look down. "I don't know."

"Why not buy both and just.. skip out on buying any next month?" He wonders. "Treat yourself. For being brave at the doc's." He chuckles, and you start to fidget on the spot a little.

"They're too expensive." You reason. "If I buy both, I won't have enough money to buy proper groceries next week, and Joon has been bugging me about not eating frozen foods all the time.." you complain.

"Well, he's right, that's not exactly healthy." Jungkook agrees, before taking the chicken from you and turning it to see the price tag. "Its alright. Let me buy it then." He shrugs.

"You- no, you really don't have to." You say.

"I know." He smiles. "But I want to."

You don't say anything. You're not sure Jungkook is aware of what he's doing, supporting your bad habit of buying 'kid's stuff' as Namjoon scolds you constantly. Walking towards checkout, you can't help but wonder. "Did you and Joon fight?" You ask, and Jungkook shrugs.

"Not sure, honestly." He admits. "He's.. I guess he doesn't trust me with you."

"What does you mean?" You wonder in a serious manner, careful to make sure the line keeps moving as you walk next to him towards the cash registers.

"Thats what I'm wondering." He says. "Namjoon seems pretty protective over you. I don't know, usually I'd say he's got the hots for you, but he's with Jin, so that can't be the reason." He tells you, before walking closer to the busy cashier.

"As if anyone's got the hots for me but fourty-plus year old men." You scoff.

"Hey now, don't do that." He clicks his tongue. "I bet most guys are just- intimidated by you. You know." He shrugs, waiting in line next to you with the round chicken plush tucked under his arm. "I know I was."

"Was?" You wonder, and he laughs down at you, his smile almost blinding.

"Yeah, definitely past tense." He jokes. "Now I just think you're cute."

You want to question that further. Suddenly, it's your turn, but Jungkook walks right behind you, pulls out his credit card way before you can grab your wallet, pays for both the stuffed animals and walks you out the store.

"How'd you get here?" He wonders, as you both walk outside.

"Bus." You answer, and he nods.

"You want me to drive you home?" He asks. "I don't mind, it's on the way for me."

"Jungkook.." you suddenly say, voice trembling a little as you stand in front of him at the side of the parking lot. "I.. appreciate your kindness but, uhm.. please don't." You say, and he's a bit taken aback by it.

"Did I do something wrong?" He wonders. "If I came off too strong, I apologize. Really didn't mean to."

"Its just that.. I'm kind of tired getting friendzoned." You laugh bitterly. "Its kind of old at this point. Seeing everyone be nice to you and then move on once they've found their special someone."

"Thats.." he starts, brows all scrunched up as he stands in front of you. "You're not some part-time activity." He explains honestly to you. "I'm not being nice to you to fight my boredom or anything like that. And you're definitely not friendzoned." He chuckles a little.

"I'm always friendzoned." You scoff. "I'm just everyone's little sister, or the lewd one that's always up for a random call when the date doesn't show up." You argue.

"Well, here's the thing." Jungkook tells you, gently uncrossing your arms before placing the two round plushies in each, respectively. "I really don't care what's made you build up that tough mean-girl persona you've created. But I'd like to get to know the girl that's looking at me right now, just like this." He grins, tapping the underside of your chin teasingly. "You're teasing me with those glimpses of you every now and then. I want to know more, if you'd let me."

"That 'me' is boring." You say. "She's childish."

"I've thrown a tamper tantrum before." He shrugs.

"She's stupid." You tell him, but he shakes his head.

"I doubt that. We all got brain-farts every now and then." He crosses his arms, amused smirk on his face at your attempts to drive him away.

"She's cries over Disney movies." You try, and he laughs.

"Hey come on, everyone cries over the fox and the hound!" He simply defends, and you sigh, almost annoyed.

"Jungkook you say all that right now as if it won't end with me hopelessly falling in love with you, while you're gonna leave me behind because 'you're sorry but you've met someone and you're a great friend but nothing more'!" You complain.

"You won't even try and let me love you." He softly says, and you're a little shocked at how easy he says the for you dreaded 'L'-word. It's a big word. A heavy one. "I can't stand here and promise you that I'll fall in love with you, because first and foremost, I don't know you. And you don't know me either." He explains. "But that's something we can change. You just have to let me in."

"And you don't have to let me in?" You try and jab at him, making him laugh.

"I don't have to let you in." He simply says. "You've been seeing who I am the whole time. I'm not hiding anything." He shrugs.

"..." you pull the two stuffed animals a bit closer to yourself, plastic crinkling in your arms before you speak. "What if you don't like who I am?" You wonder quietly.

"Then at least we tried." He offers. "Life is scary. Meeting new people is scary. Letting people go is scary." He softly explains. "But if you just hide away from those things, you'll also miss out on opportunities to experience something great. Meet someone special. Or create a memory you'll never forget."

"So you're saying you already know you won't like me?" You say, now just being stubborn to see what he does.

"Stop putting words into my mouth you brat." Be laughs. "I don't like the 'you' that you force yourself to be. I know that for sure." Jungkook tells you, grabbing his car keys from his pant pocket. "But I feel like I'm gonna like this you that's right in front of me right now a lot."

He speaks bold, appears honest. You're still not sure if you trust him. And namjoon had told you to really keep him at distance, stay on high alert of anything.

But somehow, he's caught you, sticky like honey already staining your skin.

And you've always had a sweet tooth.

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It kind of feels like sneaking around.

Even though right now, you're doing nothing naughty at all, not even remotely. Jungkook is simply helping you cook, watches the pizza in the oven before he puts the mitts to the side. "You got a timer set?" He wonders, and you nod.

"I've got it to the full time for now, let's hope we don't forget the check every now and then." You say, and he nods, walking into the living room with you. The smell of food is already slowly invading your space, and you open a window to make sure it airs out before you'll go to bed later.

He's staying over. You're surprisingly calm about it.

On the couch, he's looking at you from the side. "What?" You wonder, and he shrugs.

"I'm just wondering." He says. "Why do you act so differently around others?"

"Because everyone walks over you when you're soft." You explain, pulling your legs closer to yourself next to him. "No one takes you seriously. You're just the quiet girl and nothing interesting. No one cares." You mumble.

Jungkook wants to tell you that's not true, but he knows that he'd be wrong. It's sad that soft hearts get put in a hard shell because of what most people think should be an admirable personality. Someone strong doesn't have to be someone who's always bold and loud.

When his fingers find your knee, you stiffen. It makes him question out loud what he's been having on the tip of his tongue for a while now, ever since arriving at your place. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He wonders, and you shake your head- before shrugging, unsure. "You're a bit confusing. In a way, cause you seem like you want me close, but when I am, you start to look all cornered, just like now." He wonders.

"Yeah well.. when a guy touches me, it's always been just for that." You say. "You know. Sex."

His face becomes serious. You notice quickly how that sounded.

"Nothing bad ever happened! Not really." You admit. "But it's.. I guess I should've told you right from the start. So you won't get your hopes up." You sigh. "I don't.. want to have sex."

"Okay." He says. "Neither do I right now. I just want to touch you. Nothing else."

"Yeah no, I mean it as in- not right now, probably not anytime soon, maybe never?" You ask more or less. "I've.. never had sex before. And at this point it feels like I've just passed all the opportunities to have it with anybody."

"Do you dislike the thought of it?" He wonders. "What's making you uncomfortable about it?"

"I.. guess I'm scared it'll be awkward?" You say, wiggling your feet a bit. "What if I don't like something, for example? Or if I make a weird sound, or, I don't know, don't cum or you don't cum and then it's all wasted time and just awkward.." you try and explain.

"You're intimidated by it." He sums it up for you, and you nod. "Thats fine. First's are scary, no matter what kind."

"I'm an adult." You conquer. He laughs.

"I'm one too, and I'm still freaked out by shit!" He laughs. "But, to get back to the topic, I'm okay with that."

"Okay with not having sex?" You wonder, and he nods.

"I mean, I get it's important for most people, and I like the intimacy of it, yeah. But it's not a necessity." He shrugs. "I can jerk myself off just fine."

You deflate a little, both because you feel more calm now, but also because you don't know how to tell him you might be interested in the entire topic. But it seems like he can read minds.

"We can also, you know, ease into it." He offers. "Doesn't have to be all hard-core bondage first time." Jungkook laughs. "You okay with this whole discussion?" He gently asks, and you nod.

You're weirdly alright with it.

"So let's like- what do you like?" He wonders. "As in, when you masturbate, what's something you enjoy?"

You cringe a bit. He laughs. You're cute.

"I.. uh.." you stammer, voice a lot more quiet now. "I've got like, a vibrator? That's nice." You shrug. "Other than that, uhm, just my hand. You know. Basic stuff."

Jungkook nods. "Ever put something in?"

"It.. uh. Dunno. Never really came from it alone." You say. "Which is also why I think sex with me is gonna be weird because I've never really gotten myself off on just that." You say.

"Doesn't mean anything." He shakes his head. "The mood, foreplay, all of that makes a huge difference. That and the fact that someone else is doing it. I remember my first handjob I got. It was weird as fuck, even though technically I should've been used to it." He laughs. "I think what personally scared me most was just being naked I guess." He offers some past fears of his own.

You nod at that. "Same."

"You're pretty tough." He smiles. "I'm not just saying that. I think you're pretty, with clothes and without as well." He flirts.

"I'm still not having sex with you." You defend yourself, and he shrugs, smiling still.

"I know." He tells you. "I'm still fine with that."

It's quiet for a moment, until you speak up again. You're not sure why you're bringing it up again when you could've just let it go, because clearly you've always been against the idea of having sex with someone. But with Jungkook, for some reason, it's so easy to talk about all of this.

"I.. you said you'd ease into it " you mumble quietly. He nods. "How?"

"I could just jerk you off." He shrugs. "Simple hand job. Clothes can stay on."

"And then?" You wonder.

"Then what?" He chuckles. "The you'll know if you like someone else doing something like that for you." He offers.

"What if I'll fall in love with you then?" You quietly ask, and he impishly smiles.

"Then I've done one he'll of a good job." He jokes, before looking at you more seriously. "In all seriousness though. I wouldn't mind you falling in love with me."

"I can tell." You say, looking away. "You're easy to love."

"Thank you." He offers. "You're very easy to fall in love with too."

"That makes no sense." You roll your eyes. "Love and lust aren't the same. You just want to screw me."

"Do I?" He raises his brows. "Can't lie and say you're not physically attractive to me. But I stand by what I said. If you don't want sex, I won't ask for it."

"You'll just end up leaving me for someone who wants it." You bitterly laugh. He doesn't look happy.

"No." He says. "Okay, do you want be with me? Emotionally, I mean?" He asks you, and you look at him wide eyes. "Yes, I'm asking you out here."

"I-" you stammer, caught off guard. "Yeah?"

"Is that a question or an answer?" He teases, making you whine.

"Maybe? Yes?" You try again, but he just shakes his head.

"Alright." He simply answers. "I'll go look, see if the pizza is burned yet. You calm down, I think I've riled you up enough." He laughs, hand on your shoulder for just a second before he leaves you to yourself, giving you some breathing room.

It gives you time to think.

You like him. He's a nice guy, good looking too, and he seems honest about his intentions. You don't love him yet, but its clear that he's easy to fall in love with. But isn't love a requirement to start a relationship? Can you just get together and then fall in love?

You're not sure. But you also want to find out.

So when he emerges from your kitchen, you call out to him. "I want to." You say, and he looks at you wide eyed for just a moment, before he seems to realize what you're talking about. "I.. wanna be with you." You say.

And he smiles, grins brightly, like a kid just being offered a trip to Disney world.

"Okay."

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"Everything alright?" He chuckles, voice breaking the silence in the darkened living room. "I can hear you creeping around."

It's true, you've been trying to keep quiet because you really don't know how to ask this. It's been bugging you for hours now, there's no way it seems you'll be able to fall asleep without at least attempting to solve this issue. But how do you ask for it?

He'd asked you out. You're together now, right?

"I- uh.." you wonder quietly, navigating slowly towards the pull-out couch where he's laying on. "Just wanted to see if everything's alright." You chicken out last moment, and he laughs softly.

"I'm alive and well." He answers you, before he throws back one side of the blankets, patting the spot next to him. "You wanna sleep here?" He wonders, and you sigh.

"How come you know that?" You almost whine, walking closer before you crawl underneath the warmed up blankets he'd been resting under. "Thanks." You say, but he shakes his head.

"No problem. You can come closer, too." He tells you more quietly now that you're already laying next to him.

It takes a moment for you. You're not sure how close you want to get, how close he will let you- so you slowly scoot forwards, inching closer like a scared animal before you finally settle with your head on the inside of his shoulder, arm over his middle. "Is that okay?" You wonder. He nods.

"Definitely." He answers. "Do you cuddle a lot?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

"I've not.. cuddled with anybody since I was a child." You admit. "So I.. jungkook, I'm gonna need a lot of help for this." You confess quietly. "I don't know how this works. How I'm supposed to act, what I'm supposed to do. I don't know what's right and what's not."

"Thats fine." He reassures you.

It's a little silent after that. You don't know what to say, how to ask. Isn't it weird now? Won't you move too fast? "What's going on in there." He teases, finger flicking your head rather gently. You move around a little uncomfortably. He notices right away. "Not good? You can go back to your bed if it's not comfortable." He offers.

"I don't know.." you say, unsure how to put it in words. "..I'm still thinking about what you said. Earlier." You mumble.

"What exactly?" He wonders quietly.

"The uhm.. you know. Sex part." You stammer out.

"I really don't need it." He chuckles. "Might be hard to grasp but if you don't want it I won't bother you with it."

"I want to." You say. It's dead quiet for a moment before you continue. "Like.. how you said. You know, start small, and all that." Tou explain.

"Okay." He answers after a moment. "Right now?" He asks. You nod.

"I just.. don't know what to do. And I didn't shave- oh God okay no maybe some other day then-" you ramble, he laughs.

"Who cares if you shave?" He jokes easily. "Its fine by me. I don't mind it." He tells you.

"You're weird." You cringe a bit. "Guys don't like that-"

"Maybe you've just met idiots then." He shrugs. "I'm honest here. I don't care if you shave or not. You could dye that hair downstairs pink, who am I to tell you what your body has to look like?" He scoffs playfully, making you laugh a little.

This is why you like him. He's easy. Simple. Comfortable.

"Do you want me to use something? Or just my hand?" He wonders quietly, and you just shrug.

"I wanna.. you know. Know if I like what you do." You offer, and he hums an affirmative reply at that, hand under the covers feeling for your thigh.

"You can stop me at any time." He almost whispers. "It won't be awkward, I promise." He assures, and you nod, letting his palm explore under the covers. You're not sure if he's careful or just plain teasing- but most of all, it's strangely exciting.

He moves you a bit, pulls you closer, eyes searching for ant signs of discomfort. "Jungkook..?" You ask quietly, and he chuckles a bit before nodding. "..can you uhm.. maybe kiss me?" You wonder, and there's no reaction for a moment, until he moves again, adjusts himself so he can properly angle himself, lips meeting yours carefully so.

The first one feels weird. You're unsure. You lift your head in a moment if bravery to try again, and it gets more comfortable.

It's nice.

He seems amused, but not at you - more at the fact that you're a lot more independent than you might've thought you'd be in a situation like this.

You're leading him. You're probably not aware, but your body language and responses all speak clearly to him about what you enjoy and what you don't. At first, he stops any advances, but you whine for him to continue. "Just.. cold hands."

"Sorry." He chuckles. "My fingers are pretty cold sometimes." He jokes. You nod, breathing a bit heavier now as soon as his hands warm up, slowly traveling underneath your underwear, middle finger easily finding your most sensitive spot. "Feeling good?" He wonders, and you nod, squirming around a bit.

"More." You ask, moving around a little, seemingly unsure where to put your limbs. He's doing it very differently from how you'd do it- but it's nice. He's making you feel good, not just in lust, but also in general.

There really isn't anything weird about it.

Or maybe your brain is just a bit foggy.

You want to stop him suddenly, feeling too sensitive, and he does halter his movements to check in with you. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"Weird. Sensitive- I.. don't know." You say. "I feel like I'm gonna pee or something." You say.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before?" He wonders, and you suddenly think. Have you? You're not sure.

"I.. don't know." You say.

"Hm." He cocks his head to the side a little, amused look on his face. "Lets see then." He almost challenges, resuming his activities, making you squirm yet again as you feel like something might be happening. Your back arches, and suddenly, you're not sure why you can't help but gasp out, his movements perfectly stable as pleasure rolls over you in waves. "There we go." He laughs, watching as you slowly come back down.

"Thank you.." you say breathlessly, before cringing at the sight of his glistening hand. "Uhm.. do you want me to do something too.?"

"It's okay." He says. "I've enjoyed watching you. That's enough." Jungkook chuckles, before pulling back the covers. "No, clean up. I gotta wash my hand and change too." He laughs, slapping your thigh with his clean hand.

"Change?" You wonder, standing up and cringing at the slippery feeling between your legs.

"I told you." He laughs, and only now do you notice a wet spot on his sweatpants as he'd turned on the lights. "I really enjoyed myself as well."

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He's warm.

His arm lays heavy over your body, breathing soft and barely noticeable on the skin of your neck. Jungkook has slept close to you the entire night, didn't mind when you stole the blanket from him it seems. He's holding onto you, face clear of any worry, no muscle tensed as he sleeps.

He slowly seems to wake up, pulls you closer for a moment as he stretches his limbs and back, before his tired eyes open. "Hey." He greets with a raspy voice.

"Hey." You quietly greet back. He chuckles.

"How do you feel?" He wonders, pulling you closer with a sleepy grin.

"Good. Happy." You say.

"In love?" He wonders.

You nod.

And he smiles, brighter than the sun already high up in the sky outside your window.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff

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luminouslywriting · 7 months ago

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Hi!!!! I was wondering if you could write anything on what it would be like to be Rosie's first? I know you don't do full smut which it TOTALLY FINE but I wanted to ask if you have any thoughts :)))

Nonny, I have SO many thoughts about Rosie haha! As always, my requests are open and I just adore hearing from you all :)

Cut for length, spice and mature content under the cut!

-Similarly to Gale, I think a lot of this depends on whether or not it's pre-war or post-war

-If it's pre-war, there's an added level of tension and worry that he's not going to come back from things and so there's a frantic energy and care for one another

-But if it's during the war or post-war, I think this man's confidence levels?? HAVE SKYROCKETED?? Like, he was always confident and comfortable with expressing what he wants and figuring things out with you, but there's something about having looked death in the face in the skies and knowing that mortality is a very fragile thing

-I think that this man puts a lot of care and energy into sex regardless though—and it's definitely something that he puts a lot of thought into beforehand. He's not about to sleep around randomly or in a rush. This is something pre-meditated and something that he's clearly wanted for a while.

-Genuinely enjoys the foreplay portion of sex almost as much as sex itself. There's something really gratifying about knowing that you two can make each other feel those euphoric emotions and feelings together.

-Is really gentle and sweet about things, but also very commanding and firm in how he expresses what he wants to try out or if something isn't working

-Tickling and murmuring sweet nothings to you absolutely helps the mood be more relaxed

-Is unabashedly vocal—but also slightly embarrassed about the sounds coming out of his throat and mouth???? He was unaware he could even MAKE those sounds haha

-I think he's a switch—and he's down to try a lot of different positions until you two figure out what works best for you

-CONSENT KING

-That being said, he absolutely has an authority kink (more on that in a later post, as requested by @precious-little-scoundrel 😘)

-He's big on praise and body worship—but also really enjoys hearing it from you as well. If you want this man falling APART at the seams, tell him how good he's doing and hype him up.

-When he gets a little more comfortable and familiar with you during sex, I think he gets really into edging and teasing (but in a light-hearted sort of way)

-Eye contact is really big for him so that he can see you and so that you/he can make sure that everything is going okay for both of you

-Loves aftercare and pillow-talk almost as much as he loves sex

-It's never JUST sex, it's literally love making....and this is emphasized by the way that he always tells you that he loves you

-Also....he LOVES lingerie and seeing you in it haha....especially if there is any strip teasing

-The takeaway here is that this man is honestly the perfect first—and he's the most loving and respectful man in any circumstance.

#mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air fanfic #mastersoftheair #masters of the air #masters of the air x reader #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal x reader #rosie rosenthal x reader #robert rosenthal headcanons #rosie rosenthal headcanons

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604to647 · 11 months ago

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The Wedding, Part 2 (Safest with You AU)

2K / Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Summary: The follow up to this drabble; Din comes home after the wedding.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Honestly, this is just porn. Oops. Pet names as usual (Pretty bird, baby, bunny, etc.), established relationship, smut, dirty talk, slight degradation (slut/whore/cumslut), slight daddy kink, unprotected PiV sex, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, a little ass play. Like I said, OOPS.

A/N: I know in the "main" fic, these two are currently apart, so I had to write them together somehow 🤷🏻‍♀️ hence, this filth was born. (Actually, I feel like writing smut is one of those things that you have to practice? I don't know if anyone else feels the same. So... I practiced 😂)

Din opens the door quietly, stepping into the dark apartment, careful not to disturb you should you be sleeping. Al comes over with a wagging tail, and Din greets him with some loving scratches; when the dog, satisfied, trots back to his bed and plops down, that’s when Din sees you laying on the couch, asleep, still wearing your dress from the wedding.

Taking off his shoes, Din pads over silently to you; crouching by your head, he lightly runs his fingers through your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You rouse with a soft moan, “Din.” It’s not a question, but a testament to the familiarity and desire for the mouth that just kissed you. You blink your sleepy eyes, quickly waking to the sight of the handsome man before you, “I’ve been waiting for you, baby.” You check him over quickly, “Was everything okay at the venue?”

Din’s heart swells and he hopes he never takes your considerate nature for granted, “Totally fine. Just a couple of kids who drank too much. No trouble at all.” You smile, relieved.

Standing, Din holds out his hand, “Come now, pretty bird. I made some promises tonight that I plan on fulfilling.” Propping yourself up on your elbows, you find yourself face to face with Din’s crotch, and you can see the outline of his cock, semi-hard and ready for you. Having been fully worked up during the wedding, neither your nor Din’s want for the other has dampened over the past few hours apart. You hook two fingers into his dress pant pockets and pull him closer, then use that same hand to run over his crotch when it’s next to your face. Cupping him gently, you feel Din’s cock jump a little at your touch. You lean in, nuzzling his dick against your cheek, mouth already salivating, and look up at Din with pleading eyes. Din already wrecked though you’ve barely touched him, croaks, “Go on then, sweetheart.”

Eagerly, you undo his belt and pants, tugging his pants and boxers down in one go; Din’s cock springs free and slaps lightly against your lips causing you to moan and you feel yourself clenching down around nothing. You will never get used to his size; no matter how many times you take him in your hand, your mouth, your cunt, you are always awed when you come face to face with Din’s leaking cock. Wrapping one hand around the base and giving Din a few light strokes, you hold Din’s gaze with your bambi eyes, and alternate between tapping the swollen head on your tongue and giving it some light kitten licks.

“Bunny,” Din warns.

Giving Din one last look of innocence, you take as much of him in your mouth as you can, before starting to rhythmically bob up and down his length. With each pass, you take a little more of him, until your nose is pressed against the hairs on his groin and you hum in pride and satisfaction. As your mouth vibrates around him, Din’s knees buckle slightly; growling, “Such a good mouth on you, baby,” as he places one hand gently on the back of your head. Some days, Din likes it when you want him to fuck your throat, but tonight he’s content to have you do what you want with your warm mouth and tongue, his hand on your head only to affectionately pull on your hair the way you like.

As you feel Din’s light grip in your hair, you moan again. Hallowing your cheeks, you start to increase the pressure of your mouth, swirling your tongue on the underside of Din’s throbbing cock as you move your mouth up his length, and giving his tip a purposeful flick in your mouth every time you reach the peak. You feel so good around him, Din can’t wait to touch you any longer. He reaches over with his free hand and finds the slit of your dress, slipping his hand in and inching up your thighs until his fingers meet the wetness of your lace underwear and he starts stroking you over the fabric. The steady pressure on your clit is beyond exquisite, and when the pleasure becomes too much, you gasp and suck Din’s cock deep down your throat a final time before coming off of him with a pop.

Din hauls you up by your underarms, and pulls you tight against him with one arm, mouth attacking yours. His other hand on your face, tenderly wiping away your spit and tears, even as his mouth ravages you. He walks you backwards around the couch, mouth never leaving yours, until suddenly with no warning, he spins you around with unfathomable sped and bends you over the back of the couch, kicking open your legs in one smooth motion. You feel your dress being flipped up over your back so that your entire backside is exposed.

“Pretty bird, how wet are you?” Din asks in a low voice from somewhere behind you.

Still breathless from having been maneuvered into this position without warning, you sigh, “I’m so wet, daddy. Been dripping for you for hours, ever since I walked into that wedding. Please, baby, I need you so bad.”

You know Din has knelt down behind you because the next time he speaks, you can feel his breath fan over your ass, “I don’t know, bun. I think you could be wetter.” You look over your shoulder and see Din smirking as he slides your panties down your legs, helping you step one foot out but leaving the black lacy scrap to dangle off the other ankle. Using his thumbs, he spreads your folds, and blowing out a soft breath, purrs, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Need to taste you and get you soaking wet for my cock, okay, pretty bird?”

Even before hearing your moan of assent, Din dives into you like a man possessed. His tongue, mouth and nose, all somehow working your hole, his face pushed so deep against your core that you have to widen your stance to accommodate his broad shoulders. Din sucks and licks and bears down on you over and over as he rubs his entire face over your pussy; the wet sounds of him being drenched in your arousal muffled by how close he is pressed against you, and further drowned out by your whines of pleasure above him.

Din lifts himself away from your cunt only slightly so he can use two fingers to spread your wetness all over, even making a slick trail to your other hole, which he circles lightly a few times before returning to push his fingers all the way into your pussy. You let out a wanton moan from the thick intrusion, “Yes, fuck daddy. You feel so good, thank you for stretching this little slut out.”

Turned on by your dirty talk, Din speeds up his fingers and then moves underneath to suck on your clit, knowing that will push you over the edge. Your wails are becoming more incoherent as you climb closer and closer to your climax, “Holy fu-, Din. Din. Din. Please, give it to me. Giv-Gi--Give your dirty whore what she needs. Fuck. Daddy. Daddy, please, please. I need it, nghhhhhh.”

Din roughly inserts a third finger and simultaneously starts flicking your clit with his hard tongue, and you’re gone. You arch your back, shaking and grabbing onto the back of the couch with both hands so tightly for stability your knuckles white, letting loose one last long moan while coming.

Din fucks you through it with his fingers, his other hand rubbing your ass cheek soothingly, “Such a good girl, coming so pretty and hard for me. Now I know you’re wet enough for me cause I have you running down my arm, baby girl.”

You slump over the back of the couch, still weak from your orgasm, when you feel Din stand and envelope your body with his, the length of his rock hard cock straining against your folds as he whispers hotly in your ear, “Is my little cumslut ready to take what I give her?”

Fuck if his degrading pet names don’t turn you on as much as his sweet ones; you buck back into his crotch and practically beg, “Don’t go easy on your filthy slut, okay?” Din snarls back and notching himself at your entrance, his thrusts forward harshly, bottoming out in one motion. You cry out from the stretch, but also the pleasure you feel from the slight pain of taking his entire thickness in one go. Din doesn’t let you enjoy the feeling of fullness for long, but pulls back and starts driving into you at a punishing pace.

As Din ruts into you hard, you feel yourself being pushed further into the couch backing with each thrust, soon you no longer have proper footing on the ground; first you’re lifted up onto your tip toes, and eventually your feet leave the ground entirely so that you’re just thrown like a ragdoll, folded over the back of the couch. The couch is digging into you hip bones and you’re sure to have bruises tomorrow, but you welcome the bite of pain and squeeze Din hard when thinking about him marking you in this way.

“Shit – pussy feels so good, bunny. You like this, getting fucked hard? Letting your daddy throw you around and fuck you until you can’t think?”

“Nnnnmmhhhhh”, you moan, face buried in the couch pillows.

“Think you do, you dirty slut. Love fucking you like this too, I’m the only one who gets to use this pretty pussy like this, aren’t I?”

“Yes, daddy, yes! All yours, pussy is all yours, do whatever you want with me. Fuck me and use me like your little cumrag. Fu—Fuck, daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me.” You’re so cock drunk right now and head cloudy from overstimulation, you can barely string together words, but every dirty, degrading word that comes out of your mouth and Din’s is pushing you closer and closer to your next high. When you feel the thumb of Din’s hand that’s gripping your ass dip into your crack and start circling and pushing against your little back hole, you moan and clench down hard on Din’s cock. “You like that, bun? All your holes are mine, aren’t they? You want me to fill up all your holes one day, like the whore you are?” His other hand presses down on your clit, just as his thumb dips in pushing past the tight muscle of your virgin hole, and you come instantly without warning, loud and hard. The suddenness of your orgasm has Din losing control of the chase for his own, and he pounds into you harder and faster while you’re still fluttering around his cock. With an animalistic grunt, Din comes, nearly collapsing on top of you while he paints your insides white. You stay like this, with Din on your back, panting until you both catch your breaths. Turning your head slightly, you find Din’s lips with yours and kiss him lovingly until he slips out of you and sets you back down on the ground; still unsteady on your feet, you hold onto the couch while Din uses the lace panties that slipped off your foot while you were airborne to clean up your combined spend from between your legs. Once he’s done, he turns you around gently and holds you up, tight against him, kissing you with reverence, “I think they would have kicked us out if we did that at the wedding, pretty bird.”

You giggle and play with the silver rings on his fingers that have somehow managed to stay on, “That or made us get married right then and there.” You smile up at Din, teasingly.

“Would that be so bad?” Din says softly, then laughs uproariously at your stunned expression.

Din bends and hooks his arm underneath your knees, picking you up swiftly and carrying you in the directly of the bedroom as you shriek with laughter, “Not done with you yet, pretty girl. Remember how I said I was going to be the one to take this dress off tonight?”

#din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin smut #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #no y/n #modern au #modern!din djarin

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callmearcturus · 2 years ago

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You wanted fic recommendations and I thought of a couple that I've enjoyed.

So I miss the days of Homestuck before everything was finalized. Like obviously DaveKat is amazing and wonderful but I miss it when people would write crazy ass crack fics that turned out pretty good. Or just the concept of AUs would be out the ass with creativity.

Unwanted Free Ugly Troll- is an AU where the trolls are regarded as pets or basically enslaved aliens from some other planet. DaveKat doesn't happen in this one because Karkat is essentially a baby in this one but it's neat and it's charming in its own way. Again might be a lil weird.

Book Covers-by Robbiewrites717 is pretty good. Basically Dave is a college student trying to figure his shit out and get his baby brother Dirk out of a shitty living situation. Bro is an awful dad. No smut happens in this one either and Dave has his usual internalized homophobia but they get over it. Eventually.

Honey, Milk, Wine- is a Rosemary fic where Roses mother has passed away and she returns home to grieve. Cannot recommend this one enough because it's soft and charming and whimsical. It's a comfort fic. Girl meets cute af fairy. Kanaya is adorable.

All Dirt Roads Lead to Misfortune- is my absolute favorite rn. Might be forever honestly because fuck I do love cowboys and western themes for no good goddamn reason. When it updates I'm gonna fuckin' scream.

Your friendly neighborhood rapgod-...yeah it's Dave but he's spiderman. I really like this a whole fucking lot because of the whole family dynamic where Dirk is actually a good brother. Rose is just fucking amazing in this.

Demon Eyes- DaveKat but Dave is supposed to be killing demons like his bro wants and Karkat is a demon. Surprise surprise not all demons are bad. Bro is never good tho. I think this one has a lot of individual pieces attached that branch out from it so there's like "bonus" content.

I understand that everyone has different taste so maybe you won't care for what I have suggested and that's totally fine. These can all be found on archives of our own you should be able to type in the name and instantly get the fic to pop up.

Those are my suggestions. If they suck I'm sorry.

One more for spooky season. Dave gets addict to sopor slime. It's not a happy fic. I enjoyed it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/21173753 I just now realized I can just do links. Huh… You want me to link the others? I don't wanna like blow up your box.

nah you're good! thank you for the list!

#lazerlordess

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tsukidrama · 3 years ago

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• Be specific when making requests! If you give me something to work with, i'll make you proud. if i get an ask that says "Mikasa nsfw," i would love to provide! but i'm not coming up with an entire fic idea on my own for a request.

• If you are going to directly reference things I've written, tag me and include a link to the fic. Same as with translations. A link makes a much bigger difference than you might think!

• This blog contains NSFW content, and much of the fanfiction I write is very explicit. However, I do not police any type of minors DNI policy - I don't have time for that shit, and honestly, I do not care. I'm not anyone's mom and I'm also not responsible for anyone who makes the choice to read content that's appropriately labeled. Exceptions may apply on an individual basis but in general I truly couldn't give less of a fuck.

• Minors do not talk to me about porn. I know y'all are here. Like I said, I don't really care, but I am also not comfortable discussing smut with minors, so please do not approach me about it. Anon exists for a reason.

• Actually, please don't send porn to my ask box ever. I'm not going to publish anything explicit that can't be hidden under a readmore. Mutuals disregard this and know that there's nothing that I want more than for you to DM me about anything and everything. Also I love you please be my BFF.

Things I AM willing to write about:

smut

mental illness

alcohol or drug use

period sex & superficial bloodplay

biting/marking

moderate gore

Things I am NOT willing to write (or read) about:

non-con, coercion, or anything implying such. consent needs to be explicitly understood between both parties.

head pushing in smut. i hate this shit and i don’t want to see it.

most bdsm dynamics. no petplay, degradation, punishment, impact play, or dd/lg. light bondage is fine.

gunplay, knifeplay etc. any kind of power play involving or implying weapons/violence.

eating disorders

vomit, feces, or piss

I DO NOT TAKE REQUESTS FOR DARK CONTENT!

while it's not totally unheard of for me to write darker things, i've gotten requests that make me profoundly uncomfortable in the past and i find that its better to just avoid it altogether.

anything dark i write is clearly labeled above the fic with specific warnings.

i'm really picky about reader insert dark content. my feelings get hurt (and stay hurt) easily so please keep this in mind if you wanna send fic recs!

character x character fic, on the other hand? i love pain i love suffering i love heartbreak i love betrayal. over the years ive noticed that my subconscious prefers angst/hurt actually, mwahahhahhaha

the fictional character already has established pain but when its a reader insert, then the reader automatically has all my pain too + whatever else and it's usually too much.

yeah i really just feel like i've been through enough irl trauma so i remove myself from that situation

#blog psa

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maglors-anion-gap · 3 years ago

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Friday, May, September for fic asks!

[from this ask game] friday - most self indulgent fic:

I think the most self-indulgent fic that I've written is actually one I haven't posted yet. I'm working on some tolkien secret santa advent calendar prompts (which I'll be releasing in the coming week-ish) that center on transmasc!russingon. It's not exactly a unique headcanon (arofili has some lovely transmasc content for them) but I'm transmasculine and it's something I enjoy. I actually wish more people would write trans narratives in fandom! Don't be hesitant! I've never seen someone totally screw the pooch (except out of deliberate malice); you'll do better than you expect the first time around; there are always people happy to answer questions. I know lots of people have steered clear of trans fic because some people have incredibly strong opinions about what is transphobic or not or what the best way to write a trans character is, and honestly, it's what kept me from wanting to write trans characters (and I'm trans!!! the irony). If you do some research, ask some questions, and engage in good faith, you're doing fine.

may - fic I regret posting:

eurgh. Um so I think I regret something about literally every fic I've written. Actually, even though I love russingon I have Major Anxieties about posting anything russingon. I'm not going to name names or link or anything bc I think gossip is pretty rude, but there was a piece of meta that went around maybe two years ago? It had a lot of insightful things to say (I actually wish I'd saved the link because it was pretty good), but at the end the op alleged that the fandom fixation on russingon was fetishistic. In general, accusations of fetishism made me really hesitant to write russingon because I really don't want hate in my inbox, and I was really scared I was playing into like, bad characterization or stereotypes or something? Which is so fucking stupid because I'm transmasc and I'm literally dating another man (fellas is it fetishistic to gay-love another dude?). But it gave me mega-gender-upset because the Age Old Internet Accusation that transmascs get hit with a lot is that we're basically just creepy "fujoshis" or whatever. I don't think that was op's intent but. Anyway, I wish people were more careful about how they turn their personal complaints ("fingon needs more characterization," or "I don't like fic drabbles that focus on maedhros' recovery in hithlum") and make them into sweeping claims about the state of fandom.

that was a long anxiety-dump to say I sometimes regret posting Where the Spirit Meets the Bones, which is the Bad Russingon Fan trifecta of Unholy Smut, Maedhros Man-Pain, and Taylor Swift lyric inspo.

september - comment that warms my heart:

I went through all my AO3 comments for this, there are so many lovely ones but the one that jumped out at me was something undercat said on Turning Shadows into Shapes: "I saw this linked again on tumblr a week ago or so and came back to reread this, and it's just as good as I remembered!"

I'm always happy when something I write withstands the test of a re-read :)

#asks

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moonshineboyz · 3 years ago

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Is everything okay? Well... 👀 I'd like to say yes but not really. *Warning; this is going to get deep so grab some tissues 🤭* I get ever so insecure when I write smuts, it's so absolutely awful that I'm not just able to write something, edit it, post it & be content with it. For most people, that's where it stops. But for me, I do that process then I re-read it over and over again, finding more things wrong as I go over it, I worry that no one is going to like it, I worry it's a bad idea or if it's poorly written. Almost to the point where I beat myself up for it. Well, Im trying to be completely honest so no, not almost, I do. For fluff, it's the easiest thing in the world to write and I'm able to be happy with it, and I can re-read it without cringing (which is rare for me.) Angst is kind of in the middle, sometimes I'm satisfied with it but other times I'm like "This is so bad, there are people out there that are so much better than me, why do I try?" I wished that this wasn't the case but it's exactly how I feel. Smuts.. are horrible for me. I can't go writing one sentence without thinking that I'm useless, worthless, etc. I just have a terrible time trying to write them 🤦‍♀️ Basically, that is my situation right now but don't mind me! It's literally taking all of my beings not to delete myself from this planet but- I'm super lucky to have you 💌

Yes, not at me lowkey wanting to go on another hiatus because I suck at regular posting ✌😙 Taking breaks will probably be the one regular thing for me from now on 😔 I mean, underneath it all, everything is fine it's just my insecurities getting the best worst of me 🙃 Thank you, that does mean a lot I hope you know ☺ I love you too 🥰 You are the best & the sweetest! 100% just talked your ears off lmao

Okay, maybe another one...🤫👀 yes okay Nope! Not the moonbae one, I highkey forgot about that LOL- I totally did not just go & count BUT, I have 9 tbz smuts (including the three Im talking about) So, since you want to know 😏, the plot is like a movie night marathon with the boyz and it's a horror movie the first night & you find (the member) super handsome even tho he's just wearing a sweater and sweatpants and you basically secretly fuck(under a blanket) but you guys get caught at the end 🤐 so since I'm not outright telling you the member I'll happily give you hints!

1. He is a dancer (part of the dance line obviously)

2. It's not Juyeon LMAO

3. I haven't written about him yet 🤣

- Love, Kate

first of all, i'm so sorry i took so long to answer 😅

okay so, i'm sorry that you're feeling this way, darling, i understand :(( i honestly think it's natural for us to feel a bit unsure about our writing bc we get anxious to know what other people will think of it, or at least that is what happens to me too in some way. i know that it's easier said than done, but don't overthink about it and you're surely not useless nor worthless, you do get some really nice ideas to write, i love them. i understand that it's not like you're uncomfortable in writing smut or something of the sort and i don't know if i'm the best person to give advices about this or what exactly i should tell you but... first of all, keep in mind that you're NOT worthless, everyone has their own writing style/strengths and that doens't mean you're less than anyone else so don't compare yourself with others. second, there's always room for improvement if you feel like that'll help. you can search for writing tips and advices, how to improve and vocabulary. but don't overwork yourself, go at your own pace and don't force yourself to write, if nothing comes out that's okay too. and you know that i'm always here for you 💕💕

aw honey, it's totally okay not to post so often, everyone has their own rhythm to write, as well as personal life, don't care about it too much. and you can always take breaks when you feel like it. you're the sweetest too, i love talking to you 🥺🥺🥺 ewsduijk that's not a problem at all, you can always vent at me

9???? i'm dsjknefmdsjk see? you have so many ideas!! omg the plot is already amazing >>>> okay so, could it be sunwoo or changmin? 🤔

@mistresskate101

#kate 💘#ask #my love

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jungkook

𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 ��𝓮 : Things I miss

After a little more than two years of living without you, he's totally fine. No really, he is. He doesn't miss you at all. Not one bit. People would notice if he wasn't fine after all, wouldn't they?

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt & Comfort, Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, mentions of depression and depressive thoughts, heartbreak, homelessness, it's a bit heavy sorry, mentions of mental abuse and manipulation, betrayal, slow burn, eventual smut, dead dove do not eat

Dead Dove do not eat: warning for potentially triggering content that can't be tagged without spoiling the story.

Length: 2.8k words

-> Masterlist

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Today, he's having a bad day.

They've had to shoot a music video today, some of the dancers being hybrids. They only really kept to themselves, didn't interact with them or him in particular at all, but one of them had bumped into him today, leaving all her white and grey cat hairs over his clothes. They're not that many, technically. It's barely noticable at all. And still, he's washing his shirt again just to make sure her scent didn't stick.

He himself has no way of knowing. You'd notice for sure though.

He's drinking on his livestream, because he knows he has to apologize again. People have seen the behind the scenes footage at this point, and he's scrolled through the comments just to find a whole bunch of fans confused over his yet again rather rude behavior. Most write it off and focus more on his honestly piss poor attempt at making sure she was alright after crashing into him- but he knows he should've acted differently.

It's like he's stuck in a loop he can't get out of.

"Ah, yes." He hums, almost using his glass mug of iced wine to hide. It'll be fine. Fans think it's cute, after all. "I wanted to.. apologize. You've seen the video, right?" He nods, seeing all the answers flow into the chatroom on his phone in front of him. He doesn't know what to really say now. Jungkook sucks at lying, and everybody knows it. "I think you all know.. that we, you know, as Idols, have to be very careful." He offers, thinking carefully over his choice of words in order to appease everyone. If he makes it less about himself, and more about the big picture, he'll be able to pull himself out of it with nothing but a scratch soon to heal once people forget. "I didn't.. Some might get upset if we talk, or get close to girls." He nods to himself, staring into his cup for a moment. "So.. ah, you understand, right? You get what I'm saying, right?" He tries to joke, though he knows they can sense he's nervous. "I don't want people to get upset at anyone." he finishes his tiny rant, and the chatroom fills with supportive messages and hearts, making him relax again in his seat as he changes topics to something else.

He sings, drinks some more, ends his livestream later on. Everything's fine.

Until someone rings his doorbell, Namjoon wanting to visit him. At this hour? Strange, but it's not like it's never happened before.

"Jungkook- is everything alright?" He asks, taking off his shoes at the entrance of the youngest's apartment. Jungkook hums something akin to an answer, stumbling a little over his own feet as he puts his galss mug into the sink for him to wash tomorrow. Tonight, he's just not in the mood. "What happened here?" The bandleader asks, and Jungkook turns to look at whatever Namjoon is referring to- spotting the rather angry hole in his wall.

"Oh." He just says, pouting a bit to himself as he tries to think of when it happened. Slowly, Jungkook looks at his hand, suddenly feeling like his knuckles are burning. And they are- they're bleeding a little, skin scratched open. He doesn't remember doing that. Or does he?

"Oh?" Namjoon worries. "Jungkook, what is wrong with you?" He almost scolds, and suddenly the singer wants him out. He doesn't want to be lectured, he's had that done to him year after year after year. He doesn't need this right now. He's done everything they all wanted- he sacrificed everything from his youth to his love to his potential future- how much more does everyone want from him?

He's got nothing left to give, really. They've taken it all.

"I'll stay over tonight, alright?" Namjoon sighs. "I don't think you should be by yourself like this. We'll talk tomorrow when you're sober." He offers, walking around to a room he remembers being a guest room at some point. But its locked- and as soon as Jungkook hears the hauntingly familiar slight creaking of the handle of that particular room, he snaps his head around, angry.

"Leave that." He barks out, irritated.

"Why is it locked?" Namjoon wonders, genuinely confused, and a little bit concerned as well.

"Because no one's supposed to go in there." The singer says, flopping down on the couch before he turns on the TV.

"Not even you?" The rapper questions, sitting down with a respectful distance next to his bandmate.

"No." He simply answers, not looking at him as he zaps through the channels. "Because it's not my room." He mumbles more or less, alcohol in his system making his busan accent stand out thickly.

Namjoon is confused for a good moment- until he spots the colorful stuffed animal on the couch, next to Jungkook, who carefully makes sure it rather sits on the small table next to the couch so it doesn't accidentally get squished by sitting on it. "It was hers." He states.

Jungkook squirms uncomfortably. "It is hers." He growls almost, visibly not alright with you being brought up as a topic at all. He's always doing that, sober or drunk- he hates talking about you, and for a while, everyone had simply thought that you and him maybe broke up on bad terms, that you left. But only recently have him and Yoongi found out about the whole company issues regarding you and him- from the first problems starting right after he'd brought you home to him, to the more extreme things such as the end of your relationship.

"Jungkook.." He sighs, feeling bad for his bandmate. While him and the rest of the band back then didn't really support nor like the idea of the youngest living with a hybrid, no one wanted him to go through what he's going through right now. Yoongi had noticed it quite quickly, considering that the producer had gone through depression and anxiety before- it takes one to know one, he'd said.

"No, don't.." Jungkook shakes his head, annoyed. "I don't wanna talk about it. Just go." He dismisses him, brows furrowed and a frustrated look on the singer's face. "I'm fine."

Namjoon sighs, before he gets up, and seems to search around. "What're you doing?" The singer questions, watching his leader roam around kitchen drawers for something- before he makes his way back to your old room, a key in hand. "Don't you dare!" He immediately calls out, terrified and voice laced with panic as he jumps over the back of the couch- though not in time before the door is opened. Namjoon gains a small tiny glimpse of it- your bed unmade, some clothes in a hamper, dust on the shelf closest to the door- before it slams shut again, and he's pushed aside. "Get out."

"Jungkook, you have to move on-" He tries, but the young man in question pushes him again.

"I said get out!" He barks again- and in all honestly, Namjoon has never seen him quite like this. He doesn't even look angry- it's something else that reminds him of back when he was still a 13-year old child, full of fear and uncertainty, shy and unsure of himself. It hurts him almost physically to see him like this- and he doesn't know how to help him. Or even, if he can at all.

So he leaves, because in that moment, that's all he can really do to make it better.

As soon as Namjoon is gone, Jungkook is still left in the same spot, key left in the door to your room. And slowly, carefully, he opens it to reveal the self-made time capsule, everything still the same way you've left it years ago, when he'd taken you to Hanako, never picking you up ever again. It the first time in almost a year that he's standing here again, and he feels exhausted, for some reason. The door clicks shut behind him as he leans against it, sliding down to sit on the carpet floor, simply staring at what's left of you in his home.

Things are barely illuminated by the citylights outside the window, see-through pink curtains only mildly coloring them in a rosy hue. Your bed is unmade, blankets and pillows without order as they're left from the last time you slept here, unaware that you'd never return. It even smells like you, faintly. But with an almost nostalgic hint to it, making it all hurt just a little more.

There's dust on the shelves and windowsill. On the several figurines you had, the snow globes you collected. He'd bring you one from every country he visited as a souvenir whenever you couldn't tag along- which was more often than not.

Hanako, back then, would have never been his first choice for you. But he didn't have anyone else apart from her- a former translator of his band, the only one who really seemed to at least mildly care about you. You're fine with her, you'll have a normal life- he'd made sure of that after all, had given her a huge chunk of money to use on you only, any need you might have. You'll live a normal life, happy, even if it's not with him.

It was his last act of love for you, even if you probably hate him for it.

But what else was he supposed to do? Let them take you back to the carecenter, where you'd be ostracized forever? They would've never been able to give you into anyone else's care after living with him, the company way too scared of you talking to the media even though he himself knows you'd never do that. They weren't very happy with his choice either- but they at least stopped bothering him after they made sure he really cut all ties with you.

Horrible, really. Just cruel. How much more does he need to sacrifice in order to gain anything from it? How much longer until everyone gets fed up with his attitude he's got no control over these days? It'll only be a matter of time until his actions are no longer excusable, won't it?

But it's alright, even if he doesn't feel like it right now.

He's okay.

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The next few days are uneventful, and Namjoon never brings up the incident at all. It's probably for the best, or maybe he's even forgotten about it- it was really insignificant after all. He simply had a bad day, nothing else.

He's fine.

He really doesn't want to be here today however, the shooting with the fans making him horribly uncomfortable for more reasons than just one. He's already swaying on the spot, nervous about things he can't really pinpoint. Maybe it's everything, maybe it's nothing. He's not sure anymore what's the problem these days- maybe Namjoon was right. Maybe he should move on.

You won't be coming back, after all, no matter how stubborn he himself might be to this day. He can't help his behavior- but it'll be okay.

It's fine, really.

He knows that the fans understand after all, even if they don't know the reason for his rather rude behavior. He's grateful they excuse his actions with whatever theory they might come up with- he'll apologize later, give them at least some sort of bandaid to cover up the hurtful sting of his avoidance every single time.

But he can't bring himself to even look at them, not even after years in between what once was and now is. It's frustrating, really, how he can't seem to heal no matter what he does. You're stuck in his mind, every glance he takes at the young cat hybrid fan in front of him morphing into your face instead for no reason other than to spite him. But she's not you.

None of them are, or could ever be.

Jungkook can't even bring himself to think what might have become of you now. He's chosen not to know anything after all, has no way to contact you or find you again, your name and ID number changed to something he doesn't know and never will.

He knows it's better like this. For the both of you.

He loves his fans, he really does, but the way some of them will morph into monsters out for blood if they were to know of your existence and more so your connection to him; he knows he wouldn't be able to protect you down the line. You'd never be safe, you'd never be able to live a normal and happy life with him tied to your name and face.

It's the one thing he hates about his chosen life.

He poses for a picture the best he can, though careful not to touch any of the fans present in the photo. It's like the slight brush of the girl's cat tail against his pants stings him like sour acid, burning into his skin even though all that really sticks to him are a few hairs on his black cotton pants.

But even those, he immediately brushes off, bowing to the fans that leave, apologetic because he knows how awful that must've looked to her. He doesn't want to be like this, he doesn't want to come off as such an awful person, but be can't help it.

Later, at home, he makes a public post on weverse: an open letter apologizing for his behavior, and a promise to do better in the future.

Everyone understands, sends encouraging comments, and he feels even worse now, because he knows he won't change.

He can't.

Not when he's still got some of your old clothes in a backpack in the back of his closet. Not if he's still keeping your favorite comfort plushy on his couch, ready to be held by him whenever he feels particularly lonely. Not when he still tries to seek out your scent by jumping the same bodywash you did back when you still lived with him. Not when he can't let go of the past.

There's numerous theories amongst his fanbase as to why he's like this to hybrids in particular. From a past friend having died, to him being the victim of an attack at some point, there's a wild and colorful variety of explanations they've come up with over the years. Some are chilling to read, while others make him rather frustrated.

He hates that he tends to be portrayed as the vulnerable victim in all of them, when in reality, he never was and never will be. But he doesn't comment on any of the theories to keep them occupied. As long as they think they've got it figured out, they won't dig any deeper than they should.

Today it's a bit easier. Today, he's a bit lighter, having fun singing karaoke on his livestream, before he ends it to shower and go to sleep later. Today, it's not that bad, but he knows it'll only be a matter of time before he's hit with it again, memories and what-if's haunting him again like some curse put on him.

His phone rings, and he picks it up. An unknown number, probably a fan who's overstepped the line again. He denies it, before it calls again- tongue clicking as he accepts the call.

"Please don't ca-"

"Jungkook?" An older woman's voice asks, and he freezes, because even through the natural distortion of his phone's speaker, he knows that voice.

"…" he swallows thickly, collecting his thoughts for a moment before he answers back with a dark tone to his voice. He doesn't need this. "I told you to never contact me-"

"I know, I know, but I fucked up." She tells him, making him nervous. What is she talking about? "I fucked up bad, and now- the police isn't doing anything about it, and I don’t know who to call anymore.." she explains almost as if out of breath, and he's looking at nothing with furrowed brows. "Its been days, and I've honestly.. I don't know anymore, I need help, and at this point, you're pretty much my last chance."

"What are you talking about?" He wants to know, irritated by her cryptic rambling, while simultaneously feeling his blood run cold at the prospect of what she might be talking about. About who she might be talking about.

"She ran away, Jungkook." She says.

And all falls silent for a moment, as he processes what he's just been told.

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