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ggukiepie · 1 year ago

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one of your girls (pt. 2) (jungkook x reader)

we go 'round again, we jump back in bed that's what you do when you love somebody these bad omens, i look right through them that's what you do when you love somebody bad omens by 5sos

pairing: jungkook x fem oc

tags: smut, angst, fluff, fuckboy!jk, fwb rel, oc is...she thinks with her heart <//3, college au, jungkook is sus and a bit mean but is oc any better ? hmmmm

warnings: kissing, fingering, protected sex, mirror kink, backshots wooo but make it romantic, light choking, multiple orgasms, a little bit of aftercare, cuddling :o

word count: 6k

a/n: weeeee part 2 is finally here !! sorry this took so long yall. i have two more parts to release for this series (flashback then part 3). anw happy reading !! uhhhhhh the ending..dont scream at me :D / part 1 / drabble i (flashback)

taglist: @yuwaimo @haileycannotcometothephonern @hoseokteardrop @hoodrejects @agrika @joonwater @moonchild1

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It's sunny today which calls for hanging out at the quad. It's what you and your friends usually do to take advantage of the rare warm days. Jihyo's busy bickering with Mingyu, you don't know what they're really talking about because you're busy re-writing your notes. You haven't seen Jimin yet but he texted the group chat saying he's just buying food. And Jungkook...well you don't know if he's going to show up today. You haven't talked to him since that night. It's just been three days anyway.

You feel someone sit down beside you and you notice it's Jimin. He's wearing those skinny jeans he loves so much because he says it makes his ass look nice. You roll your eyes every time he mentions that.

"Cool guy alert," Mingyu suddenly calls out. You whip your head up to stare at Jimin who's wearing the biggest pair of sunglasses you've ever seen, it's covering half of his face already.

"Too sunny for you, Jiminie?" Jihyo teases this time.

You all watch Jimin silently as he removes the sunglasses. His left eye is bruised and it's ugly and purple and almost black.

"What the fuck," Jihyo says to break the silence. "What happened to you?"

Jimin doesn't say anything yet, just simply fixes his hair and shakes his head. You can tell he's trying not to get angry because his jaw is clenched.

"Jimin?" you whisper.

"It was Jungkook," he says gruffly. Your heart stops again at the mention of his name. Why would Jimin and Jungkook fight? Their friendship is pretty solid and they always get along well. You've never seen them annoyed at each other.

Your eyes flit to Mingyu and you think he knows what happened because he's silent, no hint of surprise on his face. He's looking down at the table while playing with his food.

"You guys never fight," Jihyo interjects. "What happened?"

Jimin turns to face you and you suddenly think you know why. You don't want to say it yourself but you think you've got an inkling why Jungkook punched him. You just hope you're wrong.

"You need to talk to him," Jimin tells you, completely ignoring Jihyo's question. You nod silently and check your phone to see if Jungkook has texted you at all. Of course he hasn't. Typical. But you'll find him today. You don't know exactly what went down but Jimin telling you to find him confirms your suspicions. It's enough to get you mad, your body heating and tensing up in simmering anger. You don't mind what Jungkook does to you, how he hurts your feelings without intending to, how he treats you like you're some disposable object, like you're just there always on the sidelines waiting for him. What you can't tolerate is Jungkook bringing both your friends into your situationship. What goes on between you and Jungkook should stay between you both and that's it. You can't handle him hurting Jimin as well.

There are a few places where you think Jungkook might be. You walk to the cafeteria first and search for him in the crowd. He's not there so you head to the library instead and your heart drops the moment you see him talking to some girl.

"Hey," you practically shout, suprising the people in the library and yourself as well, even. You're usually never this angry. Never address someone in such a venomous way. But you can't help but feel irked at what Jungkook's done.

He looks back and his eyes widen at your angry form. It only lasts for a second before he smirks and walks closer to you.

"Yeah?" he says, all smug and cocky.

"We need to talk."

Then you turn around and start walking out of the library, could hear Jungkook walking behind you already. Girl he was talking to all forgotten.

Surprisingly, you end up at his place.

You walk into his living room, ignoring him when he tells you to take a seat on the couch.

"Did you punch Jimin?" you ask right away, wanting to get this stupid issue over with.

You watch as his jaw clenches, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He looks at you for a moment, eyes in slits at your hostility. "And what if I did?"

"What the fuck was that, Jungkook?" You look at him with stern eyes and could tell he's angry as well, chest rising up and down in quick breaths.

"Don't mess with my friends," he says.

"Jimin is my friend too!" you retort. "What happens between me and Jimin has nothing to do with you."

"Just—"

"Just what, Jungkook?" you cut him off. "You had no right to punch Jimin like that. Why'd you even do it in the first place?" You place your hands on your hips as you wait for him to answer you, puffing out a breath in frustration.

He looks a bit lost, eyes darting from side to side to look for an answer. The longer the silence goes, the shorter your patience gets.

"Well?" you prompt.

"Just don't, alright?" he says lamely. You roll your eyes. "You can sleep with anyone else except—"

"Who the fuck gave you the right to tell me who I can and can't sleep with?" You're almost screaming now but you don't care. This push and pull with Jungkook is making you so angry you want to punch him. You walk up to him and shove at his chest but he barely stumbles back. It just angers you even further. "I don't even give you shit when you sleep with other girls!" You continue pushing him back, practically punching his chest now. "It's not like you agreed to be exclusive. You said it yourself that you still wanted to fuck around. That was the agreement."

Jungkook grabs your wrists to stop you from pushing him. You watch him clench his jaw as he makes eye contact with you. "What if I want to take back what I said?"

"What?" you mumble dumbly, all the fight leaving your body.

He lets go of your wrists and takes a step back. You watch him pace back and forth in his room. "What if I want us to be exclusive?"

You say the first thing that comes to mind. "You're lying." He must be. He's just trying to lure you in, get him on your good side again.

He looks at you dead in the eyes and it seems like all the anger and frustration is leaving his body as well. He looks defeated and tired, and you're sure you look the same. "I'm not. I never lie to you."

"You do, Kook," you say quietly. But you're not saying it to make him feel bad. You're simply saying it because it's the truth and both of you know that.

He sits down beside you on his bed and buries his face in his hands. You watch him and try to keep your tears at bay.

"Kook, if this is some sick joke—"

"It's not," he says all of a sudden. "What if I want us to be exclusive?" he tries again.

You don't like it when he looks at you like that. Like you matter to him. Like he actually cares. Like he feels the same way as you. Looking into his eyes is too much so you turn your head away and stare at the wall instead.

"Why?" you whisper.

"Because..." he tries. "Because—"

"Because what, Kook? Suddenly you don't like the idea of me sleeping with other guys? But you can sleep with other girls? And if I say yes to you, what'll happen then?" you say harshly. "Huh? You're gonna forget about me? Just use me whenever you want?"

"It's not like that, sweetheart." He tries grabbing your hand but you shake him off. You stand up and walk to the other side of the room, suddenly wanting to be away from him. Being near Jungkook clouds your senses and makes you act irrationally.

"Don't call me that." You feel your lips trembling and you're pretty sure tears are streaming down your face. "I don't know what you want from me, Jungkook. You can't even explain why you want us to be exclusive."

He mirrors your expression, big doe eyes suddenly teary as well. "I'm sorry," he chokes out. It stays silent after that. You nod to yourself. Maybe this is the best explanation you'll get. You gather your things and mumble a goodbye. You exit his bedroom and Jungkook doesn't chase after you. At this point you don't expect him to anymore. You bump into Mingyu and Jihyo upon exiting Jungkook's apartment. They call out to you but you ignore them and speed walk out of the building.

Your heart hurts. Like, it physically hurts. You know you should feel happy with what Jungkook's just told you. It's what you wanted ever since you fell for him. But why are you pushing away? Why don't you want to believe him all of a sudden?

Because you used to. Believe him, that is. Used to look at him all starry eyed with whatever he said. Said yes to whatever he asked. Looked at him like he can achieve world peace. Something stupid of the sort. Wore your heart on your sleeve every time you were with him. Even when you weren't, now that you think about it.

You always showed your feelings through your actions. He just showed his feelings through his words.

It's different but it's the same. This time you don't believe him. Stopped believing his words some time ago. Always knew there was some lie beneath his words. Always doubted what he said. Or just brushed it over your shoulder. Never let it settle in the crevices of your heart, which is sadly just filled with him. Him, him, him.

Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook.

You should feel sorry for yourself for how much he's changed you without even trying to directly. You never thought you'd have to change yourself for a man. But here he is, making you doubt him and the world. You were never like this before.

You thought love was easy. That if it was the right person, everything would fall into place naturally. You didn't know love would be like this. That you'd always be cautious, always had your walls up, looking over your shoulder. That you had to fight for love, or that it hurt so much you found difficulty in breathing.

But is Jungkook the right person?

It's not something you want to answer yourself, because you'll get hurt either way. You just brush the thought aside like you do with your feelings.

You don't go back to your apartment because you know Jihyo thinks it'll be the first place you go to. Will barge in your room because she has a spare key. Is confrontational and protective of you like that, she'll ask questions right away.

But you don't want to think of what just transpired. You want to forget. Move on. Not sure if that means moving on from Jungkook entirely (you doubt you ever will) but you just want to forget about today.

So you keep walking. No destination in mind, you just let your feet walk you to wherever. Away from campus. Walking through some random park. Eventually, you end up at a Korean BBQ. Don't realize the meaning this place holds till you're seated. It's Jungkook's favorite restaurant. He brought you here twice.

Now you're here alone. You start feeling pathetic. Who the fuck goes to a restaurant like this alone? You scan the area—you see couples, friends, families eating together. But you're alone which means you have to grill the meat alone. Serve yourself. Eat by yourself.

You order two bottles of soju. Might as well be drunk while looking pathetic.

You think you've made a good decision. The food is good and you're doing everything yourself so you have no time to think about other things. Or people. Person.

You flip the meat only to see that you've flipped it too early. It's not properly cooked yet. Jungkook always knew when to flip it at the right time.

You sigh. That was what, twenty minutes of him being out of your head? At least it's progress. Somewhat.

After a while you decide you can't inhale anymore food. You'll probably explode. But a happy tummy is a happy heart. Or whatever people say. You're drunk, can't think straight. You're drunk but not stupid, so you ask Jihyo if she can pick you up.

She simply replies otw and is outside the restaurant ten minutes later. She comes in full force—which is really just Mingyu and Jimin with her in the car. It's Mingyu's car, anyway, so you expected to see him. You don't know why Jimin's with them, but you don't mind. Seeing your group of friends eases the ache in your heart even more. Even though one person's missing.

You don't mind. Well, just a little.

You smile at them as you walk to the car while Jihyo runs out of it to give you a big hug. She doesn't say anything as she rubs your back soothingly and you don't cry on her shoulder like you normally would. You're too tired of crying. Being sad.

You don't say anything as the both of you get back in the car. They don't ask about what happened and for that you're grateful. You don't want to process it yet, anyway. Don't think there's much to process. You love Jungkook and he doesn't love you back. Simple.

Your friends fill in the quiet pretty well. Jimin goes off on some tangent. You don't really know the topic. But Jihyo's interjecting from time to time. Mingyu makes a joke and it has all of you laughing. Eventually you get to Jimin's place. It's the usual hangout spot. A one bedroom apartment with a nice balcony. Not too big but not too small either. Just right for the four of you.

Usually five.

You don't know what transpired after you left Jungkook's place. How Mingyu and Jihyo saw you running out with tears down your cheeks. You don't know and you don't ask. You all watch a movie together. All fall asleep in Jimin's living room. Will complain about your backs hurting the next morning but you don't care. It's nice to be around them.

You leave Jimin's place the morning after. You, Mingyu and Jihyo leave because Jimin shoos all of you out. Says he has an exam to study for. He'll probably complain about it during lunch. Tuesdays are reserved for lunch with each other. Out on the quad, if it's sunny enough. In the cafeteria otherwise. You're not sure if Jungkook will show up. You doubt he will.

Mingyu and Jihyo walk you home. You shower and get ready for class. You move as if you're on autopilot. Shower. Get dressed. Get the right textbooks. Lock your door. Walk to class.

You put yourself in this bubble, in this false sense of security that things are ok. You'll be okay. You've been through a lot and you're still here standing, breathing, living. This? This is nothing.

You just have to give yourself time. Have to push your feelings away. Out of sight, out of mind. Don't think it works like that when it's about your feelings. Whatever. Your heart will mend itself back to place.

But what makes a heart whole? It's people, mostly. It's your friends. Your family.

Jungkook.

Always gonna be Jungkook.

And you're back at square one.

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jk (sent two weeks ago): can we talk?

jk (sent one week ago): hi

jk (sent one week ago): can we talk pls?

jk (sent five days ago): y/n?

jk (sent three days ago): im so sorry, y/n. i just want to talk. please.

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It's been two weeks since the incident and your group hasn't been complete ever since. Either Mingyu and Jihyo are with Jungkook, or with you. Things are starting to change for the worse, and it's making you sad.

At least Jimin and Jungkook have made up already. You don't know the details exactly (because you didn't ask), but you've heard that they've started hanging out again.

You and Jungkook?

You haven't replied to any of his texts. You haven't seen him for two weeks. It's weird. It feels like there's something wrong, something off. Like there's a small pebble in your shoe. Like there's a nagging voice in your head telling you to go back home because you forgot to unplug your straightener.

Like you're missing a piece of you. This hole in your chest that leaves you feeling empty.

You miss Jungkook. And not just the sex. You also miss the friendship. The intimate moments.

You don't have the courage to ask about him, to text him back or look for him. Frankly, you're still hurt from what transpired and you think you might just break if he hurts you again.

It's even raining today. The cold and gloomy weather dampens your mood even more. You baked cookies to try to cheer you up. You used to love baking but haven't done so in a while, you're not really sure why. But you needed an extra pick me up today.

You're holding the tupperware of cookies close to your chest when you walk in the cafeteria, looking for your friends. You always bake extra for them—love the looks on their faces when Jihyo counts all the cookies first and divides it accordingly, when Mingyu gets more than what he should have, when they all fight over the last piece.

When Jungkook would ask if you had extra cookies back at your place.

You don't think that'll happen anymore.

You spot your friends by a table in the corner of the cafeteria, next to a large window where the rain hits it outside in a steady patter.

You see Mingyu who's taking to Jimin, Jihyo typing something on her laptop.

And there's the missing piece, beanie-clad head hung low, tattooed hand busy writing on his notebook.

You feel your heart lurch in your chest. You stop walking, not minding that you're blocking the way.

You take deep breaths to calm your nerves. You have to see each other at some point. And also, you don't want your friends to feel awkward anymore.

You continue walking again and because the universe wants to torture you even further, the only available seat left is right across Jungkook.

"Hi," you chirp, trying to sound as cheery as you can as you sit down. Mingyu, Jihyo and Jimin all look at you in surprise, then Jimin starts talking about his day to fill in the awkward silence. The three of them try to make things go back to normal. You would've laughed at the looks of your friends' faces (sans Jungkook, because you refuse to look at him) if you didn't feel so nervous.

You join in the conversation as well, not an ounce of sadness shown on your face. You don't want your situation with Jungkook to affect the rest of your friends.

The both of you never address each other directly, but you do feel him looking at you from time to time.

You place the cookies in the middle of the table. Like old times, Jihyo counts all the cookies and tells everyone they can only have three pieces each. Mingyu eats more than three. The three of them fight over the last piece, Jimin proposing that they battle it out through rock paper scissors.

You're laughing at the scene in front of you. Good thing you saved some for yourself back at your apartment.

Amidst the chaos, you feel Jungkook lean over the table to whisper in your ear.

"You got more cookies back at yours?"

Your body stiffens at the proximity. Usually you'd say yes. He'd follow you home, make some small talk while you place cookies in a ziplock for him, then he'd hug you goodbye.

That was before the agreement. It was essentially the same routine when you started sleeping with each other, though of course he'd stay a little bit longer.

You turn your head and look at him for the first time. You will yourself not to cry, to steel your emotions.

He looks so soft, so comfy like he just rolled out of bed. He's wearing a beanie to tame his curls, and he's wearing one of his oversized shirts paired with gray sweatpants.

He smells good too. And you realize that you really, really miss him.

"Yeah," you say just as quietly. You feel your heart lighten, but your head's screaming at you to reject him.

Jungkook doesn't say anything else and neither do you. You wait for your friends to finish eating and once everyone stands up, Jungkook walks to your side. Jihyo looks at you quizzically but you just shake your head, silently telling her not to voice out anything out loud. You say your goodbyes and start walking towards your apartment, Jungkook right beside you.

It's silent. And a little bit awkward. You're thinking of what to tell him, whether he wants to talk about what happened, or he just wants your damn cookies.

You close the door behind the both of you and you immediately walk to your small kitchen, grabbing the container of extra cookies and putting some in a ziplock, like you usually do. You feel from the corner of your eyes that Jungkook's watching you, and you feel like your heart is about to burst at what he might say.

"About that night..." he starts.

You sigh and drop the cookies on the counter, turning to him to look at him directly. For the first time in a while, Jungkook looks nervous. Fingers fidgeting, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"You know I like you, right?" you suddenly say.

"Yeah," he answers right away without a beat of hesitation.

"Then I want to stop whatever it is we have between us."

You watch Jungkook's face for his reaction. How his eyes widen, how he clenches and unclenches his fists, how his chest rises up and down in quick beats.

"Why?" he simply asks.

You bite your lip in thought, thinking of the right words to say. "I can't let you treat me like shit anymore, Jungkook. It's not healthy for the both of us. I don't know how you feel or what you want but look," you sigh. "You punched Jimin because what? Because I slept with him?"

"What if I want us to try?"

Now it's your turn for your eyes to widen, for your heart to lurch in your chest, body seizing at the question. Acting the same way you did when he asked the first time.

"Try?"

Jungkook nods, lips pursed as he walks closer to you. "You and me. Let's try. No more fooling around with other people." He swears under his breath as he comes to stand in front of you, both arms caging you against the counter. He breathes out and rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed like he's tired.

You're tired as well. But you let him do what he wants. Like you always do.

"(Y/N)," he starts to say. "Look, I— The thought of you sleeping with someone else... It made me crazy," he laughs dryly.

You lean back and scrunch your eyebrows at him. "Jungkook, I'm not some object for you to be possessive over. You just can't—"

"I don't mean it like that," he says, looking at you directly now. Your knees would've buckled at the intensity of his gaze were it not for your body leaning on the kitchen counter. "I just mean..." He turns his head to look away. "I just mean I can't bear the thought of you being with someone else anymore. Doing the things we do."

You open your mouth in reply then close it again when you realize you don't know what to say. You've been waiting to hear this confession for so long, but now that you've heard it, you're suddenly not happy. You're unsure. Guarded. Hurt.

"Jungkook," you whisper unsurely.

He turns his head back to you, gaze right on your lips before he locks eyes with you again.

"We can try. Please," he whispers. It's weird seeing Jungkook this way, all vulnerable and desperate. Begging. Usually, you'd be in his position. Not the other way around. "I promise this time."

You feel your resolve slowly crumbling. All the walls you've built up from your last interaction with him come falling down. You should hate yourself, you really should. But you know where your heart lies. What it wants. That you'd take any inkling of love he'd give you. Even if he may not mean it. Even if it might not last forever.

"Okay," you say, and the moment you do, you see the most beautiful smile grace his face. It makes you smile as well, ignoring the little voice in the back of your head to say no. "But we start slowly, alright?"

He nods his head, smile still there, body slowly pressing against yours. He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck and your arms automatically go around him.

"Kook," you sigh. "We should probably talk first—"

"In the morning, baby," he says in between the kisses he's placing on your shoulder. "I promise."

You play with his hair while Jungkook does what he wants. Kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, up to your jaw. It's playful at first, big smooches echoing in your apartment. Then it starts getting heated the moment you feel his tongue on your skin.

"J-Jungkook," you stutter.

He grips your waist and lifts you up so you're seated on the counter. "You drive me crazy, I hope you know that."

You smile at him and say nothing else as you grab his face towards yours, finally reconnecting your lips with his. It's soft and sensual, no sense of urgency like how you usually kiss. Like how Jungkook had somewhere to be after. Or that he wanted to get it over with.

He's taking his time now by the way his lips mold slowly against yours, like he wants to map out how you taste, how you feel, how your tongue feels like pressed against his.

You stay like that for a while, just kissing and basking in each other's presence. Jungkook holds your waist firmly like he doesn't want to let go. Frankly, you don't want him to either.

You start getting antsy so you grab the hem of his shirt and try to slip it over his head. He laughs at your impatience as you throw the shirt somewhere in your apartment, hands going to his back instantly. Scratching your nails lightly down his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Then your hands go down to his pants and you start toying with his jeans.

"Sweetheart," he leans back and chuckles. He holds your face gently. "There's no need to rush, okay? We've got all the time in the world."

You lean back as well, exhaling the breath you didn't know you were holding. "Okay," you agree. "Yeah, sorry."

"Let me take my time with you," he murmurs as he leans in again to kiss you.

Jungkook does his take time. Practically kisses every inch of your skin. Takes off your clothing one by one. Fingers you slowly that you're seeing stars. Cleans you up with his mouth that you're left breathless and dizzy. Disoriented. You're both (finally) naked by the time you're in bed.

"Look at yourself, baby," he whispers right into your ear.

His words go in your ear and out the other, head too clouded with the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you. You don't understand what he's telling you to do until he gently grabs your chin and turns it to where he wants you to look. Your eyes spot your full length mirror. You see yourself, bare and sitting on the bed with your legs folded beneath you, thighs open and pussy on display. Jungkook's right behind you in a similar position, body so big and wide that you notice the stark difference of your bodies.

You see your chest heaving up and down, tits moving in sync with your breaths. Your hands are resting on his thighs. Jungkook slithers his arm to wrap around your waist. Finally, you lock eyes with him through the mirror.

"See?" he says, though you don't really know what he wants you to see. "You look so pretty. S'why I can't get enough of you."

"Oh," you breathe out.

"Yeah, oh," Jungkook chuckles lightly. "Gonna fuck you now, okay?"

You nod your head in reply and Jungkook lifts you up a bit to enter you from behind. You gasp when he fills you up right away, a perfect fit like always. He starts thrusting slowly but deeply, and you feel his tip kiss your cervix each time. You would've toppled forward were it not for his protective hold around your waist.

"Feels good," you finally moan out.

"I know, baby," he pants from behind you. "You take me so well. Like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other."

Your heart seizes at that, and all words get stuck in your throat when Jungkook picks up the pace of his thrusts, both hands going to your chest to cup your breasts.

Jungkook presses his chest to your back, practically molding himself around your body, you're starting to feel as one. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips on your sweaty skin.

"I might not last long," he grunts.

"Me too," you mewl. It stays silent for a while, just both your breaths filling the room. It's not like you need to say anything, to be vocal like you both usually are. It's different this time and you know Jungkook can feel it too. With the way his body is pressed to yours, to his tight hold on you like you might disappear into thin air if he lets go, how his mouth never seems to leave your skin, how your hand holds his. Like you're too overwhelmed with the events that happened today, the past few weeks—since this started. That it's all coming to an end, but an end with a new beautiful beginning. It feels overwhelming because you're entering new territory. You still have your doubts (you don't think those will ever leave), but at least now you're on the same page with Jungkook. Together. Jumping into the unknown. Even if you're not sure how this will turn out—being together with him, for real this time. If it'll end in greater heartbreak or will be your best decision yet. But you're here because you want to try. You've let him in because you want to try. Because your heart has been with his from the start, you realize.

You're brought back to reality when Jungkook brings his hand up to wrap around your throat—not tightly, a hold barely there but firm enough to know he has you in his hold. You stare at yourself again in the mirror, at Jungkook moving his hips from behind you. How you're so pressed into each other.

"Jungkook," you choke out, suddenly so overwhelmed and full of emotion. His gaze shifts from your body to your face, looking at you through the mirror so intently you feel like melting. You move your hips back to meet his thrusts, your body feeling like it's on fire and that you might snap soon. "Kook, I—"

"I know, baby," he murmured. "I know." Knows that you're close, that this moment feels different, electrifying. "I got you, okay?" he whispers so sweetly. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "Let go for me. Hm?"

"Okay," you whisper, eyes closing and focusing on doing just that. It doesn't take you much longer to reach your peak, to let go and let the pleasure take control of your body. It comes to you gradually, getting stronger and stronger, and Jungkook talks you through it all. Though you can't make out his words since everything sounds so muffled. Like you're under water and the wave's crashed.

"Gonna come too," he grunts. "You're so beautiful when you come, baby. I can't—"

Jungkook reaches his orgasm after and fills up the condom. Fucks you so slow and deep through his high it sets you off once more. Don't realize that his finger is rubbing your clit slowly. Like he wanted you to reach your high again.

"That's it," he whispers. "So good for me."

You almost fall face first on your bed, but Jungkook catches you with a hand around your waist. Moves you around the bed so that you're laying on your back with him right beside you. You curl into him instantly as his arm wraps around your shoulder. He brings his lips to the crown of your head and places a gentle kiss.

You close your eyes and listen to the beat of his heart slowing down, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. "We need to clean up soon," you mumble after a while.

"I'll do it," he mumbles back. "Let me just— Let me catch my breath first."

You laugh lightly, your body slowly succumbing to sleep. You feel Jungkook stand up and for a second your heart seizes in your chest. You keep your eyes closed while you try to listen for any sounds of clothes being picked up, of him getting dressed.

All you hear is your bathroom door being open then closed, then you feel a damp washcloth between your legs, and only then does your heart start beating again. Jungkook's back beside you in bed a few moments later, and then you finally succumb to sleep.

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An alarm wakes you up the next morning. You know it isn't yours since it's not the usual ringtone you use. You open your eyes slowly and smile sleepily at Jungkook's arm draped across your waist. You look back to see him sleeping peacefully, mouth slightly ajar. You reach your arm out to your beside table to look for the noisy phone, realizing it's Jungkook's when you bring it close to your face to turn off the alarm.

You notice he's gotten a few notifications since last night, are about to place it back on your table when a text stands out to you. Waking you up fully. Your tummy churning, your breath seizing.

You can't see the preview of the message, but the name is enough to leave you feeling dizzy.

It's from Iseul. You know her because she's one of Jungkook's regulars. And you know this because she texts him a lot, her name always popping up in his phone. Not that you secretly went through it before, but sometimes Jungkook likes showing his phone to you and your friends, either of a cool photo he took lately or some random meme.

You try to stop your thoughts from thinking of the worst, but you can't help it. You and Jungkook haven't talked much about your relationship, because there is a lot to talk about. You know it won't all be fixed in one sitting. So you don't know if they're still seeing each other. You don't know if he meant what he said last night.

You start feeling ill, your palms sweating and your head beginning to pound. You find yourself standing up, getting dressed and grabbing just your phone with you. Never mind the fact that you're leaving Jungkook yet you're in your place. That he might still be here when you're back, whenever that will be. For the first time since you started this thing with him, you leave without saying goodbye.

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oneoftheextras · 6 months ago

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masterlist | got a request?

paring: luis serra x gn!reader

request: “less than 1,000? hmmmm….perhaps a super sweet domestic morning drabble with Luis and the reader?"

words: 994 (under 1k lets gooo)

'warnings': gender neutral reader, fluff, slight flirting

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"5 more minutes..." Luis groaned, the natural timbre of his voice deeper than usual due to the untimely disturbance of his sleep.

His arm was curled around your waist as he held you against his chest, the short coarse hair of his stubble prickling your bare shoulder.

"I can't!" you attempted to wiggle out of his grip the way you had been for at least the last 30 minutes, "I have to work," you aimed to bargain with a man who had decided your time was better spent cuddling.

When you started to slip from his grasp he held on tighter, pulling you back into him and nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Luis, please-" you whined with a lint of a giggle, "-you work from home, that means you can stay in bed with me all day." Luis' voice was slightly muffled due to his mouth being smoothed against your skin.

Your alarm sounded for a second time - your final snooze warning. "Seriously, I have to get up," you nudged him away from you and he reluctantly let go.

For as dramatic as he was being, he knew that he couldn't make you late to logging in for your shift.

You gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and slipped out of the covers, his arm that was draped over you falling softly onto the mattress that was still warm from your presence.

"It is torture to be without you, mi amor," his voice holding a lint of sarcasm as he veiled his forehead with his arm, mimicking a damsel in distress.

The eye roll you gave him was paired with a smile that only he could bring out of you, "I'm sure you'll survive," was the last comment you got in before you entered the bathroom.

Although he was out of your sight you still heard the faint call of "I'm not sure, I think it might be fatal," from the bedroom. You shook your head at his theatrics and turned the faucet of the shower towards you, and finding the perfect temperature to start your morning routine.

Despite being, quite literally, held back; you weren't running late for work which surprised you. With the scent of your body wash fresh on your skin you descended the creaky stairs of your home, now full dressed and ready for the day, with the location of the kitchen counter in your mind as your workstation.

The moment you stepped into the room; the cold of the stone flooring seeping through your socks and ambushing your feet that longed for the absent warmth of the shower again; the waft of breakfast hit your senses.

With the morning sun creeping through the large windows and creating a warm orange glow in the otherwise bright room, you saw Luis: standing over the stove in nothing but his socks and a frilly red apron you had bought him last Christmas.

"Ah there's the love of my life," he turned his head towards you slightly without taking his eyes off of what he was cooking, the cigarette that was wedged behind his ear swayed from the movement.

The surprise of seeing him out of bed had worn off and you were able to sit down at the counter and open your laptop. Unfortunately, the way your kitchen had been built meant that you had to have your back to him, but you could still hear him working away behind you.

"In the mood to break health codes today, are we?" you tease at his nakedness, "What can I say? You make me want to misbehave," he quipped, and you didn't need to be looking at him to know he was wiggling his eyebrows and giving you a cheeky grin.

It's a good thing you didn't turn to face him because suddenly his lips were against your temple and a mug of coffee was being gently placed down on the counter, next to your laptop that was slowly waking up.

As he retracted his head to continue what he was doing, you swivelled on your seat so you could watch him.

"You're in a good mood this morning," you commented, shamelessly admiring him as he worked. "Despite being so rudely awakened as well!" he opened his mouth after he spoke to give you a dramatic shocked expression.

"What did you do? What's broken?" you folded your arms across your chest and waited for the devastating news he was about to deliver that would explain his behaviour.

"Only my heart at these painful accusations", he had started to plate up what he was cooking, but still managed to split his attention evenly between that and you.

You continued to stare at him as though he would buckle under your gaze and tell you everything, but he held strong.

He set down the plate in front of you and the smell hit you even more than before as the steam rose from the dish. "My favourite!" you exclaimed and looked at him with a happy grin.

He handed you your cutlery and gestured for you to eat - "What did I do to deserve this?" you asked, cutting into your breakfast.

He slipped his arms around your waist and rested his head into the crook of your neck, giving it a small kiss, "Just continuing to be the best thing in my life-" he pulled his arms away to let you eat, but made sure to give you another kiss on the top of your head "-I wanted to remind you of how much you mean to me,".

You were about to reply when a ding came from your computer, notifying you it join your morning meeting. Clicking 'join' you quickly put your hand over your camera, remembering that Luis was still only wearing an apron, you waved for him to move out of view - and you watched the man you love leave the room with a wink you'd come to adore.

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lili863 · 2 years ago

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CUDDLES 💚💚

An: Just a little drabble I thought of randomly

*Ominis and MC are sitting on the couch by the fire after a long day*

Ominis: *Reading with his wand*

MC: ......Ominis?

Ominis: Hmmmm?

MC: *Closes her book and yawns* I feel so tired...and cold.

Ominis: *Looks up to MC* Oh, well why dont you head up to bed, Ill be right up.

MC: *Frowns because she doesn't want to go up bed yet* Hows the book?

Ominis: *Sighs* Well the history of muggles is quite strange but interesting turns out they have a lot in common with-Oh.

MC: *Interupts him by crawling over the couch and straddling him*

Ominis: *Puts the book down and immediately rests his hands on top of her thighs*

MC: *Sighs at his warmth* Go on..

Ominis: *Chuckles* What, you would like me to continue my boring take on this book?

MC: *Her head rises from his chest before she leans forwards and kisses his nose* I never said that. I just want to listen while I suck the warmth from you.

Ominis: *smirks before he lightly smacks her ass*

MC: *Giggles* Hey!

Ominis: *Smiles* Just know that I am pretty comfortable now, so now your stuck.

MC: *Rests her head against his head and smiles* Oh dear, looks like I have no choice.

* Ominis reaches to the side and grabs a blanket before draping it over MC on top of him*

Ominis: *Smirks* Afraid not. Might as well get comfortable then. *wraps arms around MC waist and scoots her closer*

MC: *Snuggles up close to him* So, whats so interesting about muggles?

Ominis: The way they function in their day to day life without magic for one is intriguing. Their technology is very unique to try and compensate for their hardships.

MC: I cant tell you how shocked I was to find potions like wiggenwalds. Muggles have to rest for weeks for wounds to heal that fast.

Ominis: I forget sometimes that you grew up in the muggle world.

MC: *Smiles* Yeah, its not all bad. You'll find no matter what people are the same. There good, bad and in between. I suppose I dont get why the wizarding world looks down on the muggles so much, if anything we should be amazed at how they survive without magic. Imagine if we didnt have any.

Ominis: *Tucks hers hair and listens attentively* You make a very good point darling.

MC:.....Why dont you tell me what you think? Id love to hear it.

*Ominis smiles as he continues to voice his thoughts for a while before he hears light snoring and realized MC had fallen asleep*

Ominis: *Hugs her close and leans down to kiss her temple* What did I do to deserve you....

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 4 months ago

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||The Misadventures of Phoenix and Shadow Chimera Sorcerer Part 19: A small curse terror||

Hi dears. I just got another idea for this so have another chapter. It was funny in my head so I hope you like it. Please enjoy part 19.

----- Chapters of Adventure so far --------

||Previous chapters of Chapter 1-9||

||Previous chapters of Chapters 6-13||

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

((Your reading chapter 19))

||Drabble Summary||

It's been some time after Kisho brought back the little Possom like Raccoon curse spirit to the school. However, it seems things have gotten a bit bad after he did. What chaos has this little curse brought? read to find out.

||Warning||

~A little curse brat

~lots of yelling and cursing

~destruction might be present in this

||Muses in this drabble||

Taz Hellion, Kinie, , Daichi/Eito belongs to my friend and amazing rp partner@chunibyo-x-sorcerer that is a side blog owned by @demon-blood-youths

Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki belong to Jujtusu Kaisen but also to me due to rping them as muses. While the same for Miko Yotsuya, yuria niguredou nd Hana Yurikawa from the anime series/manga series Mieruko-chan but also to me due to rping as them as muses.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"So Taz, how have you been so far? We heard your still growing stronger by the day. We all still do miss you but we hope your well." Taz Hellion was speaking to her leader from the DBT: Van Ink the dragon. She's been doing the daily check up today seeing her in her dorm room.

"Hi Ink and I miss you too. I've been alright and still getting stronger by the day. Though, we are just having another day off though due to some things." she laughed a bit while sitting on her bed to look at the screen.

"Ah, I see. Well, knowing how training has been I believe that. Though, has anything new happened with you and the others?" she asked as Taz thinks about it.

"Hmmmm, not really. Though, some things have happened." Taz explains before she looks seeing a baby quoll near by rolling on it's back. The same one that Taz summoned when she became a toddler. However, their was another curse that was curled up in her lap happily.

"Uhhhhh wait, what is that?" Ink noticed to see the Possum racoon curse. However, she blinks to pet his head to smile.

"Oh this is Charlie. He's a curse that Kisho and Megumi found when on a mission. He tends to be a grumpy pants but he's not too bad." she said while petting him. The baby quoll nuzzles against her hand too as she was petting both of them.

"Wait..Kisho and Megumi found him? Though, he don't seem like a grumpy pants.."

"Trust me, he is. He tends to be a trouble maker." Taz said with a sweatdrop. But maybe she can explain.

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"So yeah! I figured if we bring him back we can teach him now to be nice!" Kisho was speaking to the others even the Principle Yaga who was seeing both Megumi and Yuji scratched up all over while Megumi was doing his best not to be angry.

"Uh huh........and your telling me this how? I thought the curse was with them during the time-"

"Lets just say we found it during the time we were shopping for Taz and Yuji. But Kisho figure it was a good idea to go and bring it back." he explains to see Yaga sigh.

"......"

"Please Mister Yaga. I'm sure he can be nice..." Kisho said only to see the curse hiss and hops on his face scratching his face again. Kisho screams in pain trying to stop it.

"WILL YOU STOP SCRATCHING MY FACE!? OW THAT HURTS! STOP IT!"

"........" Nanami, Yaga, and Gojo blinks to hear this but they were unsure on how this curse will be good. With a sigh, he looks to him.

"Fine. I guess you can prove it. You boys will just try to make our 'guest' welcome. Just....keep it out of trouble." he said.

"R..right.." Megumi said seeing Kisho rolling on the ground trying to get the curse off his now scratched up face.

"Ow..."

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"Oh wow. So that curse named Charlie was like that?" Ink asked.

"Yeah but he don't mean to. Though, he seems to be friendly with the girls instead of the guys." Taz said still petting his head seeing the baby quoll now sleeping in her lap too.

"Charlie was either very scared when being found or maybe he was just unsure on what to do."she said but Taz keeps holding both curses to her.

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As soon as Kisho and Megumi was given the order to keep a eye on the curse. He already caused some chaos. From the first day, he's been always biting and clawing at the boys who would take turns to it but it was after Taz and Yuji were back to normal. At first, Taz was shocked hearing this even Yuji was too when hearing this. But more when seeing the little curse.

"Why are you two so scratched up?" Nobara said but Kisho sighed.

"You don't want to know-Ow!"

"Sorry!" Miko said trying to put some medicine on the scratches of his face while holding a bottle, a cotton ball with tweezers.

"Well, even though you guys look like a mess..." Nobara sighed. "Though, has the little guy gotten used to his new home?" she asked.

"..Eh...in a way.." Kisho said remembering it shredding his clothes, trying to bit Eito. Their was times it sneaks off causing problems like attacking Megumi while he sleeps or jumpscaring. To Yuji being bitten and him scratching at his face. All Sukuna would do is laugh.

"Well you guys have got to try being more nice to it or...him?" she said.

"Well, it's more like a monster if that's the right word!" Megumi said annoyed with this curse hearing it hiss at him but he saw it glare at him before seeing Megumi holding him.

"Besides, we wouldn't have to worry about him if he stops biting me and the guys." he said poking his nose seeing veins showing till it chomps down on his hand. "OW! YOU FUCKING LITTLE-"

He sees him jump from his hands right into Taz's arms as she blinks to hold it. He hisses angry at Megumi, Kisho, and Yuji but nuzzles happily against Taz.

"Uhhhhhh....he seems to like you...." Miko said to Taz.

"HA!?!? THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Kisho said.

'Wow, I can't believe you brats are so scared of a little thing. You call yourselves sorcerers?!' Kinie said laughing at the boys even if they look to her trying to not say anything.

"You don't get it Kinie that THING hates us!" Yuji said.

'Yeah, no kidding!' she said bursting out laughing.

"I..I don't know how he likes me. I just met him.....but he does look cute." she said seeing him now trying to be cute before it looks to Nobara wagging it's tail.

"Huh, she's got a point. He looks more like a little kid than most." she even reaches to scratch it's head hearing a happy trill from it's throat. It even wraps the tail around her wrist hoping for more.

".............."

"You...that fucking little-"

"Easy Megumi, easy." Kisho said nervous seeing him wanting to destroy that little beast.

"How can I!? Why did you think bringing him back was a good idea!?" he said grabbing Kisho by the shirt who yelps.

"I thought he would be added as a new member like Wilson!" he said in a panic.

"SERIOUSLY!?" He said only to see the cruse being petted by Nobara, Taz, and Yuria. Miko was just done with fixing Kisho up before seeing the curse hop and lands in her arms. She squeaked seeing him nuzzling her cheek.

"H..hello there little guy.." she said being carefully while even Eito, Wilson, and Anaconda was curious he only keeps being happy with the females but he seems to be alright with them too.

'Oh this little jerk!' Kisho thought only for him to still be admired by the girls. He even walks over to glare at it. "How come your so nice with them and not us!? Why be a little brat!" he said only for the curse to hiss and chomp down on his hand again.

Kisho twitched only to yelp out in pain from the bite as he rolls on the ground from the pain. Megumi and Yuji sweatdrops even seeing Eito looking at him with a deadpan expression.

"Now now, I'm sure he didn't mean it.." Yuria said.

"Oh he did! I'll get you for that!" Kisho said with tears in his eyes even if the curse hisses at him but goes to nuzzling Taz happily calm again.

"I..I think we should give him a...a name right?" Miko asked seeing the girls agree.

"Hmmmm..true. So...what should we name him?" Nobara asked.

"....How about Ross?" Yuria said seeing the curse shaking his head.

"Mark?" Nobara said seeing him shake his head.

"..St...steve?" Miko said seeing him shake his head. Taz thinks a little but she blinks to look.

"How about Charlie? Is that okay?" she asked to see him blink but nod as he goes to hop in Taz's arms to lick her cheek. She blinks holding him.

"So Charlie hmm? Alright then, we'll call you Charlie!" she said as the girls were happy. However, the boys were shocked seeing this. That sneaky little punk got the girls to love him! However, when doing so, he shows a snickering grin from the girls to the guys who was seething right now.

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"Ohhhh now I get it. Wow, he must cause a lot of trouble around don't he?" Ink asked.

"Hmmm, In a way but he's not bad. He's just a little curse. It's just like Wilson when he was taken out due to be cursed. So I think Charlie will be fine. The other shikigami get along with him. I don't know why he don't get along with big brother and the others though." she mutters wondering about it.

"Well, I'm sure in the future they will get along. I do want them to be happy even with this little guy. Mr. Yaga already made a cute plush for him too so it means he's part of the family now!" she smiled looking at the two sleeping shikigami.

"Speaking of them, where are the guys?" Ink asked.

"Ehhhh they said something about doing some cleaning work around school. I'm sure they will be done before lunch later." she said. This made Ink blink wondering what happened but she gets the feeling it involved Charlie.

Meanwhile with them, they had to clean the classroom due to Charlie's rage so they were cleaning it up before Megumi was brushing something away.

"You know, maybe it was a bad idea to bring him here.." Kisho said only to get bonked on the head hard by Megumi leaving a swollen lump. "OW!"

"YOU THINK!?" he shouted shaking his fist. "I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD HAVE EXORCIST THE CURSE BUT NOW BECAUSE OF THIS HE'S STUCK WITH US!" Megumi said.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW! I THOUGHT HE WOULD BE NICE LATER IN THE FUTURE BUT WE WILL HAVE TO KEEP TRYING WON'T WE?!" he said only for Megumi's eye to twtich.

"He's right. Maybe we just got off on the wrong foot. I'm sure he will be nice....if we try." Yuji said. Moments later, Yuji and Kisho were running out of the classroom with bunnies chasing them.

"COME ON MEGUMI!! WE WERE JUST SAYING!" Yuji said scared as he ran.

"YEAH, THAT'S NOT FAIR!!"

"GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!!" He shouted chasing them as Kisho and Yuji runs off screaming for their lives. However, they will be sure to finish up the cleaning and maybe think of a way to get better with knowing Charlie. Maybe.

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druidx · 8 days ago

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As per your recent post, here is a character and three words as requested:

Alexis: hand, cottage, incident

Hmmmm. It's, uh. A bit longer than a drabble... (Also I wrote it off the cuff with no references so apologies for any errors)

CW: Fantasy religion Setting: Vanilla Fighting Fantasy Tagging: @hannah-heartstrings @jacqueswriteblrlibrary

That Bird is Trouble

"Egrim, oh most devotional servant of the Green?" A dark-haired dwarf looked up from the ledger on his desk, peering over a pair of spectacles at the shadow hovering in his partly open doorway. "Hmm?" "Might I trouble you, oh devout one?" "Ye already used that one. Yer gettin' sloppy, hen." The shadow cleared its throat. "Gracious Abouna, whose perception is second only to my own, might I trouble you for a liddle iddy biddy pinch of healing?" Abouna Shiverstaff huffed out a long-suffering sigh. As if taking this as a positive sign, the shadow drifted a little closer. "What did you do?" he asked, rolling up the green sleeves of his vestments. "I, ah, burnt my hand." "Well, come on then. 'Tis called 'lay on hands' for a reason."

The shadow changed from a shadow to a short, middle-aged woman with russet skin and dressed in black leather armour. A hand is produced, the flesh bubbled and raw. "Alexis," Egrim said, after staring at the grotesque appendage, "what in the Pit did you do now?" "It's Chrackle's fault. He bet me I couldn't get this one shiny." "Ye made a bet with the bird?" "Well, look, see. If he'da gone after it, like he wanted, Sel would be scraping roast magpie off the street. So, in a way, isn't it better that I made a bet with the bird?" In response, Egrim let out another long-suffering sigh and began to chant under his breath. Curlicues of green light reached out, caressing the wounded hand. Alexis kept quiet as he worked, not wanting to ruin his concentration. He finished, and she flexed the new-formed skin like one might work in a glove.

"Thank you, o magnanimous one. I'll leave my donation with the delightful gentleman on the door." "Ah, ah. Not so fast there, jargh. Just what was this shiny t'was so precious and how does it relate to your burned hand?" "Oh well, the last part's easy. There was a trap." Egrim looked at her sharply. "There was a trap, and you missed it?" "Oh, no. I didn't miss it. I can tell you exactly what power of combustion spell it used, and the expertise required to make it, and how I would replicate it myself. Given a little more time I could probably have told you who made it and where to find them. "But, uh. I didn't exactly go out this morning thinking I would need to disarm a trap and thus I didn't have the particular tools one might need for a trap of that calibre so I. Hmm. I tripped it." Alexis sniffs and twitches her nose, eyes darting away. Egrim pursed his lips, unimpressed gaze lingering long enough to make the woman squirm. "And the shiny?" Egrim asks, in a fatalistic tone. "A broach, made out of a silver metal and mother of pearl. Given the power of the trap, probably mythril. An elven design, I think. Very expensive but maybe not unique – I'm sure I've seen the design before." "And of course," Egrim says in an even tone, "once you'd done your appraisal and gawked over it for a bit, you'd have put it straight back?" Alexis says loftily, "Yes, of course. And quite frankly I am offended by you insinuating otherwise." Egrim snorts. "So where did you find the shiny then?" "A little cottage in Crystalwick. I'd just been to see Sel, and Chrackle was being a nuisance as I left, so I followed him." "Makes sense ye've got most in common with the magpie…" "I heard that. Anyway, it's a pretty little place, covered in a climber of white flowers. Single story, loosely latched shutters, in a display case next to a desk, which is probably how the nosey bird found it." Egrim is frowning. "Was there lots of moon-related iconography around the place?" "Yes, now you mention it." Egrim huffed out a despairing chuckle as he stood to select a book. He flicked to a page and twisted the book around. "Was this the design, by chance?" "Yes. How did you–?" Egrim burst out laughing. "Oh! Oh, Logaan got his hooks into Chrackle today, eh?" "Abouna Shiverstaff!" "Ye tried to burglarise the high priestess of Lunara!" Egrim cackled, hysteric. Alexis' face filled with dawning horror. "I didn't." "You surely did." "I'm gonna kill that bird!" Egrim hauled in lungfuls of air, waving a hand. "Nay, stay yer hand. Yeth Imryll's a patient lass. Just go offer to reset the trap, and all will be forgiven." Her eyes still flashing with anger, Alexis gave Egrim a courtly bow. "Thank you for your advice, Abouna. Blessed be." "Blessed be," Egrim said breathlessly, making an attempt at Galana's symbol. With that, Alexis stalked out, muttering threats to turn Chrackle into a pie.

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arcane-vagabond · 5 months ago

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27, 34 for Hangout, Guke, Japper

Guke and Japper are never going to not kill me, are they? We really need to come up with better names, I think. These are long answers, so they're going under a cut!

Ship Ask Game with My Characters

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Hangout - Well, Jake will take over Scout's chores as we've seen here and there. He'll also make her things or just help out where he can. He also sneaks food onto her plate when he thinks she's not eating enough, and when he catches her napping, he'll sit around like a watchdog to make sure no one comes around to bother her until she wakes up on her own. I think you can also kind of see it in one of the drabbles where he takes it upon himself to teach her how to play baseball when she tells him that she never learned how to play.

Scout very much does the same thing when it comes to catching Jake napping. She also does his laundry (even though he insists that Sarah can do it if he doesn't himself because dammit Scout, you've got enough on your plate as it is) and she'll mend his clothes before he can say anything to anyone about it. She also makes sure that he's eating enough, giving him hefty servings at meals to make sure he has enough energy.

Guke - Hmmmm...Well, Jake expressed it in his own way when he took it upon himself to teach her how to handle a sword, I think. He also helps brush her hair in the morning, plucking the brush out of her hands and pushing her around until she's seated in between his legs, being sure to be gentle as he helps her. Sometimes Guppy has nightmares, and he'll soothe her while she sleeps by running his hands up and down her back, holding her close, and humming a melody under his breath while she settles. We can also see it in the way he respects her boundaries.

Guppy will bring back little knick knacks from the marketplaces of the different towns when the Hangman docks. She's brought him back different colored buttons and some carved toys that she thought he would like. She also mends his clothes when they tear, and when they're lying in bed at night, she'll run her fingers through his hair as he rests his head against her chest, dozing away. She also shows it by going out of her way to make physical contact with him, letting him know that she wants him around.

Japper - Oooooooooh Japper. Well, the shells are a big one, I think. Even now that they're mated, Jake will bring Skipper shells all the time, and she finds them in her bags or the packages he sends her. He does send her care packages while she's off at school, and he helps her out with some of her research as he brings her specimens to examine from time to time. He also likes to grab her by the waist and sway with her to random songs that come on the radio, crooning in her ear as they giggle.

Skipper will help dry Jake off, always making sure to have a towel nearby just in case he pops up out of the blue. She'll also give him random forehead kisses if she's passing by and he's sitting down somewhere, and it always makes him smile like a fool. The first time Skipper gave Jake a shell she found, homegirl was shaky on her legs the next day, let me tell you.

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

Oh, I love this question!

I think for Hangout, the term "Honey Girl" is almost one considering we know why Jake calls Scout that and no one else does. I think the engagement is also kind of an inside joke now considering it drives Scout crazy and Jake gets a kick out of it every time. I might incorporate it into the story itself, but I've talked about it with Ruthie some - I imagine Jake will play it up from time to time where he'll get down on one knee in front of her a lot, and she gets so excited for a split second before she realizes that he's not proposing but doing some other task like hammering a post or picking up a bundle of wood. She'll look at him with a face full of so much disappointment, and Jake will smirk and be like, "Why the pout, honey girl? You expectin' something from me?" and then Scout will huff and give him one of her signature scowls.

For Guke, I'm honestly not sure if they have any inside jokes? Maybe the closest thing they have is whenever Jake or Guppy leave the ship, Jake will grip her shoulders and fix her with the most serious face he can muster before saying "If you need me, you can always ring for me. It worked last time." And Guppy always rolls her eyes and scowls at him after. I think Jake also likes to tease her about her kinks, like just making sly comments here and there. Like if he's waving a knife around while telling a story, she'll tell him to watch where he's pointing it, and he'll smirk back at her and say something like "I know what I'm doing. Why? You want another demonstration of my skills?"

Japper I'm not sure has very many running jokes, I think they'll laugh with each other about anything and everything if I'm being honest. I see them being a very giggly couple most of the time, just lounging on the beach while in hysterics because of their chatter!

#answered #anonymous #hey nonny nonny #ask game #dhtn #don't hang'em til noon #hbam #hanging by a moment #dgu #dagger gang universe #mmats #meet me at the sea #fool's fare #ff

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kill-your-fics · 7 months ago

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10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Hmmmm. "Haunted" is kind of a heavy word, generally suggesting something negative, but not necessarily, sort of related to grief, perhaps. I guess I'd consider a piece of writing to haunt me if it sticks in the back of my mind, if I really have to mull it over, if it changes my perspective (at least for a moment, maybe forever)

Now, the Problem with Me is that I have a very poor memory. It's very hard to pull memories up without something related reminding me of them first. So, I'm certain writing has haunted me before, probably even very recently. But unless something triggers me to remember, I can't just pull it out of thin air. Unfortunate. HOWEVER I won't end the answer on that sour note.

The closest thing I can think of rn is this unfinished fanfic I read featuring a fox as the personification (animalification??) of the northern lights. That's not really what the fanfic is About, (you know how writing is) but it was such an interesting read I felt compelled to make a little fox fanart of it to... idk, commemorate it and remember it. I haven't yet, but soon! Hilariously, a plot point in that fanfic is about memories and the loss of them, and maybe that's why it struck me so hard.

Also? Those lists that people reblog and pass around of hard hitting lines/accidental poetry from unexpected sources? I love that. I love people finding striking writing and beauty wherever they may.

You know what else is haunting and related to writing? When people go looking for fanfics they loved before, only to find them deleted. I can't remember this happening to me yet, but I think that would haunt me. The unanswered questions, etc, you know?

OH! I have an incomplete list of song lyrics that I enjoy/like thinking about/etc but that gets into my music taste, which is embarrassing and idk if anyone would want to see that lol

Aaaand I might be forgetting some poetry, I'll have to reread some 🤔 Off the top of my head "Simile" by N. Scott Momaday really got me in college. Its not the like, deepest craziest mind bendingest poem ever, but the words "latent flight" just really hit me, okay. The existing but concealed. The inevitable, the moment before the inevitable, the attempt to avoid the inevitable, etc, etc.

My own writing hasn't "haunted" me by the definition I gave, necessarily, but I do think about some unwritten ideas or written but unposted drabbles that I will probably never share with anyone because they're BAD lolololol. Like girl we've got standards, you're better than this. (I'm not.)

#killyspeaks #love u for the ask xoxoxo send more #writing

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demon-blood-youths · 7 months ago

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An Officer's Corruption - Part Twenty-Two

Hi everyone. This is Deamon-mun or Dani-mun. This is part 22 of An Officer's Corruption started by @the-silver-peahen-residence.

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---- Warning ----

Friends with Benefits

NSFW

Slow-paced.

---- Drabble Summary ----

After the night events, a new day has arrived. Oblivion seeks her friend, Sai for advice. Itadori requests a favor for Jinx and things are starting to calm down.

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----- Oblivion's office -----

"So that's what Ophelia told me..." Oblivion said. Silence fills the other line before a sigh, "I see. Then it's a good thing you came to me." Said Sai.

"Yes, I wonder if there are any records of people she helped and or a case where she was used or rather...forced to do a criminal's bidding."

"Yes. Because of her being drugged, I suppose what triggers her outbursts is needles and drugs which leads to her area being quartine so nobody will get in or out. Right now, Yuuka is being monitored but that's all." Oblivion said.

"Based on that statement alone, she must have been a vigilante then." Said Sai. "People whose quirks that are labeled dangerous or worse villainous by the public would be forced to take quirk theory or such. Even so, quirk theory sometimes doesn't work out and it will foster disdain. In Yuuka's case, despite all that, she wanted to be a hero until she was betrayed by the people. Because of that, Yuuka changed to the worst as she is forced to be there because of not only quirk but for own her protection."

"How is that even protection, Shdwkyz???" Oblivion growls.

"Just an observation of dealing with people who know what they're doing..." Shdwkyz sighs, "I bet the authorities or rather maybe the DA is the one who decided to put her away from the public or such because of her quirk. Not to mention, maybe someone doesn't want to get out and keep her quirk under control."

"Hmmmm....who would that be?" Oblivion asked.

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"That is something I'm going to investigate on my end," Sai said, thinking that maybe asking Terry about it might help out. Knowing him, he must have information involved Yuuka. "That said...you need to monitor the situation and don't try to do anything reckless. Also knowing Ophelia, she must be trying to find a way for an alternative. She might ask some help." He said.

"Got it. Thanks Shdwkyz." Said Oblivion.

----- T Prison - Ink's room ----

Ink yawns as she gets out of bed. She rubs her eyes and yawns. New day, new morning. Ink does her usual morning routine. Shower, get dressed, makes her bed, and has a quick breakfast of coffee with milk and sugar and a plain sesame bagel. She is alone in the room as she chews.

If she had to guess, Kali must have been patrolling till she got tired and Jinx must have been monitoring Itadori Yuji last night after that huge brawl at the cafeteria. "Man...she must be tired after that last night." Said Ink. "I need twenty more minutes to sleep after breakfast." She said before nomming on a bagel.

---- Itadori's Soldiary Cell ----

Morning came but nobody knew it was morning since there is one window that showed that it was still dark out but the sky was azure meaning dawn was coming.

Jinx passed out after rounds and rounds of sex between her and Yuji Itadori. She was worn out, she fell asleep when morning came. Her reddish brown bangs cover her eyes as she sleeps.

Soon, she wakes up with a small gasp as she now wakes up and looks around the ceiling. Wait...where's Yuji?

A soft snore is heard behind her. She blinked as she felt strong arms around her waist and his soft warm lips against her neck. She gulps a little. She looks to him over his shoulder. She sees Itadori is asleep. Seeing his peaceful expression even with a bit of drool, it was completely different from last night.

Jinx covers her face with her hands, now blushing red. The way he dominated her was something she never experienced before. It was...it was freaking amazing. Not only that, she never experienced something this good. It's way better than...f-fighting! I-It's like...she wasn't sure if she could forget it. Like ever!

With that in mind, she now wonders. Now what? Would anything change since they did it?!

"....." She wonders what time is it? Ugh...there is no clock inside so she looks towards the window. It's dark blue so it means dawn is coming. She needs to find her clothes, get dressed, maybe make it in time for a shower, and get dressed again. As she went to move away, she was pulled towards close.

"Huh?"

A yawn is heard making her stop. She felt the nose pressed against her neck. "Mornin..." Itadori utters as he goes to nibble on her neck, making her yelp. "M-morning! I-I have to go!" She said.

"Already?" Itadori asked.

"Y-yes! I have to get ready and-"

"How about five minutes?" He said, keeping her close to his chest. Jinx warns, "Itadori..."

"I know, I know that you have a job to do." Yuji caresses her head with a smile. "Besides...you might have trouble walking."

Jinx yells, "That's because you didn't stop! You went crazy!" Jinx whined. Itadori laughs, "Sorry, sorry!" He gives her an apologetic look, " I can't help it you know! You were really warm inside-"

Jinx smacks his chest, "Don't say it like that!" Her face is blushing red. Itadori keeps on laughing, "Sorry, sorry. You know...it was amazing last night." He said, putting an arm up and rests his cheek on his hand. "...." Jinx looks down. "Does that mean...."

"Hm?" Itadori tilted his head at her. Jinx covers her face, "Does that mean...we're going to do it again?" That got a chuckle out of him before going to pet her head once more. "If you want to, I don't mind doing it again. It's really fun doing it with you."

Jinx blushes.

"Also. I have a favor if that's alright." He said.

"A favor?" Jinx asked. Itadori nods, "Yes. I was wondering if I could get a bigger cell for me and my two other friends. After what happened at lunch, I think that guy wants some payback and I don't want my friends to get caught up in it."

Jinx blinks, taking in his words and processing them. Such a request makes sense so why not? "Okay...."

"If you do that, we can go again!"

"Eh?!" Jinx became flustered, hearing that. "W-wait...really?"

"Yes really." Itadori tugs a strand of hair behind her. Jinx doesn't know what to say, "O-okay then! I will put in a request." She just needs to tell Warden Kinie Ger when she gets back. Itadori smiles, "Great! Now let me help you get redressed."Said Itadori as he helped her get dressed. Jinx blushed when Itadori helps out.

After that, Jinx wishes there's a mirror but Itadori helps her out with that by telling her that she looks good.

"Thanks." Jinx said, blushing looking back and forth as she twirled her hair. Itadori smiles, "No problem. Anyway...is my time over in solitary confinement, Officer Violet?"

"Hm?" Jinx blinks before sighing, "Yes. Let me lead you back to the cell." And so, Jinx escorts him back to the cell.

----- Officers' Office -----

"Morning Kali!" Ink smiles as Kali comes in with a grumble. "Morning."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Kali said. Thinking back to her conversation with Rex. She never thought that he was doing this for his baby sister and the fact that SUkuna helped her to feel much better. Still, what does Sukuna want in return? After all, it seems like Sukuna won't do this for free unless Rex already done enough and Sukuna rewards him. Maybe...there's a reason that Sukuna wants Rex, his fraction and his baby sister released. Now the question is Ashley made a pack with another demon. Another warden. Rex haven't said who the warden is.

Kali thinks about Rex but growls.

"Hm?" Ink blinked.

"Like I said...it's nothing. Just looking over the prisoners. Anyway...where's Jinx?" Kali asked. Ink blinks, "Probably looking after Itadori and maybe his gang." She answers. "She might be back."

---- Yuji's Cell ----

Dawn is slowly coming.

Itadori finally came back to his cell, he yawned upon entering not before thanking Jinx for the escort back. He sees Megumi and Kisho sleeping on the bed in each other's arms under the blankets. The smell here tells Yuji of their last night's activities. He can't help but smile a bit as he goes to caress their heads. Megumi's spiky hair and playing a bit with Kisho's huge red strand of hair, tugging it back behind his brown bangs. Megumi has Kisho in his arms with him resting his chin on his head while Kisho is sleeping close to his chest. Their soft snores sound peaceful and cute. It's like seeing a wolf curled around a red bird, making sure the bird is protected and secured. So adorable.

Thinking back to what Jinx said about what she knew from the incident in the cafeteria. Maybe he should reward these two.

But first...maybe some more sleep before the day starts.

----- Officers' Office -----

"Hi guys!" Jinx yawns, coming back. She rubs her back. Man, she never thought doing it with him could make her feel like this. She couldn't imagine if she was a human.

"Hi Jinx! How did your night?"

"M-my night?" Jinx blinked. Kali nods, "Yeah? Itadori didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

"No. He was good last night. I find out that he snapped because one of the prisoners messed with him and threatened his friends." And her. But Jinx won't say that. Jinx smiles. "But he did put in a request that he wants a bigger cell for him and his friends."

"Huh?" Kali frowns.

"He's worried that the prisoner he injured will want payback and he doesn't want his friends to get hurt," Jinx explained. Ink nods. "That makes sense. If you tell, Warden Ger. She will agree. I mean my guys have bigger cells."

"That's because..Warden Ger doesn't have a choice." Kali sighs but agrees with Jinx on this. "Alright...once Warden Ger gets back, just tell her."

"Right." Jinx nods. She will do that.

---- Itadori's Cell ----

Itadori catches up with some sleep. He wakes up, feeling that he has enough sleep and so he goes to check the time on his phone. An hour before morning roll call and breakfast. He goes to check his smartphone and sees if there are any messages from his older brother under the covers. Then he hears soft groaning and moaning. Hm?

He peeks out from the covers and it seems like Megumi and Kisho are awake. Megumi is on top of Kisho, slowly grinding his hips into him while Kisho is moaning softly. Looks like they're still hungry for each other after last night so no doubt, they're doing morning sex. It's one way to start the day.

"Ah...ha....Megumi...mmfmmm" Kisho moans as his hands are pinned down by Megumi's. Megumi grunts as he keeps moving his hips inside of him. Kisho arches his back slowly as Megumi hits the right spots within his sensitive hole. Megumi pants as he can feel Kisho tightening up again.

"Kisho..." Megumi leans against him, letting go of his hands. Kisho wraps his arm around his shoulder and clutches his back as he lets out more small moans. "M-megumi..." Kisho moans. Megumi growls as he gets close. Kisho is now wrapping one of his legs over Megumi, pulling him close while he claws his back, uttering his name into his ear.

His dark red and brown bangs cover his eyes so Megumi pulls away a little because he wants to see him. He pushes the bangs away to see his eyes. His reddish-brown eyes. They glow pinkish when he is aroused like this. Kisho opens his eyes, revealing those hues. He looks into Megumi's emerald eyes as he pants.

"Ha...h..nugh."

"Ha..ah...Mmmfmm...mmegumi." Kisho panted. His dazed and blissful expression entices the shadow sorcerer to kiss him deeply before he starts to snap his hips into him deeply, making the flame sorcerer moan into his mouth. The two fight for dominance, but Megumi won that battle, making Kisho moan further.

Jeez....Itadori thought, watching this. That's pretty hot. He always knew Megumi is pretty hungry for Kisho whenever he was in the mood plus Kisho couldn't help but be like this when it came to his moans and faces. Despite being a goofball, Kisho always has his moments. Whether in a battle or in bed. Kisho has a way of making Megumi go crazy for him.

"Kisho...I'm coming." Megumi tells him making Kisho's breath hitch as Megumi goes to move faster now.

"M-me too!" Kisho said as he shut his eyes tight. Megumi growls as he increases the pace of his thrusts. Kisho bites down on the bed sheets, trying to muffle the moans so he won't wake anyone up. Kisho's hole begins to clench around Megumi as they're both getting close.

"MMMFFMM! M-megumi! Ffffushiguro-sama!" Kisho cried out before he came again on both of their chests. Then Kisho let out a low moan when Megumi thrusts into him deeper, filling him up with his warm load.

"F-fuck..." Megumi said as he was sweating now as he went to bite on Kisho's neck. The other moans softly before he kisses Megumi on the lips. "M-morning..." He said.

"Ha...morning." Megumi chuckles as he is now lying on his side. Kisho hums a little as he closes his eyes.

"Well...looks like you two are up and had a good morning workout."

A voice startles the two making them turn their heads to see Itadori chuckling and grinning. Kisho's eyes lit up despite being a little tired from the sex, "Yuji. You came back!" He smiles.

"When did you come back and...." Megumi scowls a little, "How long have you been watching?" He asked, a little embarrassed.

"Long enough to hear the sweet sounds. I just woke up after you got started. Seems like you did it without me."Yuji waves his hand at them.

"There's nothing to do last night and I had to discipline Kisho a bit." Said Megumi ruffling Kisho's head. "So we make use of the time here while you're away," Megumi explains while Kisho closes his eyes, nuzzling against the gentle touches.

"So what happened?" Megumi asked.

"Jinx told me why I beat up those guys." He said. "She understood. Plus I ask her to get us a bigger cell."

"Wait...really?" Kisho asked. Itadori nods, "She said yes and she can see what she can do. Anyway...did you hear from those guys who messed with us?"

"That guy you pulled some teeth and tongue is still in the infirmary, but he would be out soon since he's a demon. The others are staying in their cells. Still punished." Megumi tells them. "So far... nothing is happening. The Six Claws are not doing anything either." He said.

"Got it, got it. I asked Jinx for that because those guys can be a pain. I mean...Hayato isn't that bad but some demons think humans are weaker and want to mess with me. Still...big brother always say that you gotta be one step ahead so that's why I asked."

"That makes sense," Megumi said, still petting Kisho's head.

"Anyway...let's get ready for roll call." Said Itadori.

----- Officer's office -----

"Mornin." Warden Ger comes back as she is in her casual clothes. "Am I assured that everything is in order while I was away?"

"Yes, Warden." Said the three officers.

"Good. That's good to hear." Warden Ger will visit Sukuna's again prior to their agreement. She didn't mind it at all. Maybe she will learn something about him.

"Um...Warden Ger. I would like to put in a request. Itadori wants a bigger cell for him and his friends. He has concerns about the prisoner he harmed. He is worried that the prisoner might retaliate against him and his friends. He doesn't want his friends to be harmed." She said.

Warden Ger thinks before nodding, "Request approved. I will move Itadori and his friends to a bigger holding cell area that is mostly emptied. Since it's big. You can easily watch over Itadori and his friends. It makes sense since his stay is temporary."

"Thank you, Warden." Jinx said with a smile.

"How about you two?"

"I was thinking of getting Denji into classes so he can complete his GED plus I want to give a chance to the other guys as well." Said Ink. Warden Ger hums, "Give it a shot. Officer Vin-Shia?"

"No. Nothing." Kali stated.

"Alright...let's do morning roll call. You're dismissed." Said Warden Ger.

And so today is new day at T Prison.

To be continued....

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soobnny · 4 months ago

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hello! i'm a writer on here and just wanted to ask what your process for writing longer works was? i always have such a hard time going over 1k :(

no pressure if you'd rather not answer <3

hi !! hmmmm i like making an outline like an unnecessarily long outline sometimes and just cut parts i don’t think i can write later on + i take my time when writing longer pieces. i might write a few lines today and then a good chunk the next day it rly just depends

lately i’ve been into drabbles bc i find it fascinating how u can say so much in so little words BUT when i was starting out, i was always writing fics on the longer end of the word count

the reason my works r long is bc i rly like getting descriptive with times and places and people and FEELINGS. personifying feelings and adding metaphors is also a rly good way. and if i add side characters, i like making them have their own personalities and backstories so they don’t just seem like characters added. like they actually feel part of the story !!!

overall, it’s just ab feeling honestly like i think lately i’ve also been having a hard time writing longer bc i’ve been writing short for a while now so dedication is also just a big part of it

i hope this helps :) i would love to read ur works

#anon asks <33

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kiwi413 · 2 years ago

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Hmmmm how about an angst fluff of wukong, macaque and nezha x shy scaredy cat reader. Like how and what were they doing before the whole lbd incident and how they comfort each other after the whole lbd incident

A/N: heya! thank you for requesting! Nezha's is a bit short because it's my first time writing him, I also decided on hcs and a drabble for this one. hope you enjoy it!

characters: Sun Wukong, Macaque, Nezha

pronouns: none used

Sun Wukong

Before leaving to search for the samadhi fire’s map, Wukong has told you that he’d be away for a while

He didn’t tell you exactly where or what he’d be doing, but from the look on his face you knew it was important

So you let him go, albeit with a heavy heart. You made him promise to return to you in one piece.

Flashforward to the day LBD made her move, you were on the ship with the others

While you were glad Wukong was relatively okay, you weren’t too thrilled to embark on this journey

Mortal danger and the notion that the world might end at any moment wasn’t exactly your cup of tea

Your lover was there to provide moral support whenever he could though! And with him there you were 10 times safer than you could be back in the city

Until he got possessed, that is

This adventure as a whole wasn’t good for your psyche, but seeing your lover be forced to fight both you and his friends has to take the icing on the cake

You weren’t a fighter, so you could do nothing but watch as it all unfolded

This was the first time in your whole time of knowing Wukong that you were genuinely scared of him

After the dust settled and the evil ancient spirit was destroyed, you two got to have a rather heartfelt reunion

While everyone else was busy celebrating, Monkey King rushed to you and scooped you up in a bone-crushing hug. “Peaches! Are you okay?” you barely managed to squeeze out an affirmative hum as you slightly patted his arm as a signal for him to let you go before you ran out of air. Fortunately, he got the message rather quickly and slowly let your feet back on the ground, his hands never leaving you, however.

“I’m so sorry Peaches, I never should’ve left you alone, I should’ve-” he doesn’t get to finish his speech because of your lips landing briefly on his. His dumbfounded stare makes you huff out a chuckle, your hands making themselves at home on either side of his face. “It’s okay, you came back to me, just as promised. Nothing else matters. I just..I just want to go home.”

With a small nod and teary eyes from borh of you, the simian takes you in his arms to confirm to himself and you that you’re safe. Your quiet moment is interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You lift your head to see everyone staring at you and your lover. All the adrenaline from earlier has left your body and your nerves come back to you at full force. With an embarrassed squeak and a red face you hide your face in Wukong’s armoured chest. You feel him laugh lightheartedly but fail to notice the softness in his eyes.

It will take a while to recover, but you’ve got each other, so you’ll be fine.

Macaque

Macaque didn’t exactly have time to say goodbye to you before he left

To his credit, he was sorta abducted by the (definitely not) Mayor

It didn’t make it any less easy for either of you, each worried sick about the other

You didn’t know anything about his whereabouts, and the sudden incubation of the city in bone crystal didn’t help put your mind at ease at all

From his side, Macaque is 10 times more desperate to get away from LBD

He has someone to return to now, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get back home to you!

His mind keeps drifting back to you, are you okay? Are you even alive?

After he’s freed and helps MK and his gang to defeat the bone demon he cuts his stay short because he’s very anxious to check on you

So he uses the shadows to teleport back home to you

When he enters the apartment there’s a deathly silence that weighs down on him, he frantically looks around the apartment until he finally stumbles upon you at the kitchen table. You both just stare in disbelief for a moment.

It’s him who breaks the trance by marching to you and giving you a hug full of relief and love, In return, you cling to him with equal vigor, a hand gently caressing the back of his head and pulling him as close as physically possible.

It’s quiet for the most part, except for both of your quiet sniffles. The reality that neither lost the other settling in the more time you spend entangled in each other. Slowly he raises his head from the crook of your neck to look you in the eye, “I’m home,” he says through ragged breaths. You nod as you take him in, “you’re home,”

He’ll have to tell you all about what happened later. For now, you’re both content with finding solace in the other’s presence.

Nezha

Nezha has told you before leaving after Sun Wukong about what happened to the map

it gave you a bad feeling in your gut, but you knew you couldn’t interfere with Nezha’s business as the map’s guardian

You were a minor celestial being, not much of a fighter and certainly not good under pressure

so it was better for you to not get involved in this one

Still, you watched as the events unfolded, from the samadhi fire being unleashed to Sun Wukong’s possession to the eventual defeat of the Lady Bone Demon

It was truly a rollercoaster of emotions to see it all happen and not be able to help, especially as your beloved took quite the beating from the Monkey King

So as soon as the group gathered to eat noodles, in your relief that Nezha was alright, you went straight to the mortal realm.

As soon as Nezha saw you, he went straight for an embrace. “Nezha! I’m so glad you’re safe!” Neither of you cared much about the shocked and confused faces of the others as you were too busy with your little reunion.

“I saw everything that happened, I was so scared,” Nezha gives you an apologetic look before taking your hands in his. “I know, I’m sorry Blossom. It’s alright now, the threat was dispossed of,” he kisses both your hands in an attempt to sooth you. And it works, that is until you both hear a rather obnoxious whistle coming from the group.

“Aye Nezha! You never told me you got laid! You have to introduce me,” says none other than Monkey King. The reaction is immediate, while you blush and try to hide your face in embarrassment, Nezha looks ready to kill the Great Sage. “Sun Wukong..” The Lotus Prince spits out the name through clenched teeth, and the monkey in question seems unfazed by it.

The rest of your evening is filled with Nezha introducing you to the rest of the group, and while you’re too nervous to mingle with them, you’re all too happy to stay by your beloved’s side and relish in the fact that nothing tore the two of you apart.

#lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #macaque x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #nezha x reader #lmk nezha x reader

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lustbile · 2 years ago

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wat about a drabble inspired by that f2l hyuck hc u posted about a while back😁

Hmmmm okay so the only thing about that is I want to maybe (definitely) make a fic out of that so dunno if i should/could do a blurb about it as well. But I can do a f2l thing with Hyuck that’s a little different just because its haechan :] and I always want to do that

Warning: oral (reader receiving) and video game references because im dumb also this is 3.6k words. I am so sorry.

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“What about that guy from my calculus class?” you mutter, picking at your nails as you lean back against the cheap wood that made the headboard of Haechan’s bed.

You had been sitting in silence with Haechan for a while now, the conversation about you being perpetually alone forever dying off naturally once the game he put on had finally finished loading. But even though his eyes were glued to his screen, your brain still moved almost as quickly as his fingers, and you were left to filter through every eligible man you’ve ever met as Haechan grunted at his screen.

“Hrrmm?” Haechan lets out a sound of confusion, losing the original plot of the reason you came to pout in his dorm in the first place before it clicks again in his brain, “oh uh… to fuck or to date?”

“To fuck,” you scoff as if it’s obvious, standing and moving to sit at the end of his bed to be closer to his desk, “I don’t think that guy could last more than five minutes on a genuine date even if it I paid him.”

“You’re the last person that would have to pay someone to date them,” he unknowingly mumbles as he kills another player, an anguished scream coming through his headphones loud enough for you to hear.

“Well I’m not getting any dates for free,” you huff, throwing your arms against the bed, trying to distract yourself from the way his words make your chest warm, even though you can tell from his slack jaw and glassy eyes that he didn’t even know he said the words himself.

“What do you need a date for so bad anyways?” he finally clocks back into the conversation enough to ask in slight annoyance, “like being single is going to kill you or something?”

“I need a distraction,” you explain with your hands moving rapidly in front of you, hoping he’d take it as that without needing more explanation.

“Distraction from what?”

You let out a small whine, choosing to stare petulantly at the side of his head with a pout instead of giving him an answer. You don’t want to say outright that you need a distraction from whatever weird crush you’ve started to develop on him specifically, actually you’d probably rather swallow his entire desktop than admit that, but you also would love for him to get some kind of hint. Whether that was a hint about how you feel or the fact that you don’t want to talk about it, you’re not sure. But you'd like him to get the hint quickly.

“Haechan you’re so dumb,” you whine, letting yourself fall back onto the stiff mattress below you before dramatically kicking your feet. You hope your tone is drawn out enough that he doesn’t take it as a serious threat, but deep down you’re starting to think he really is dumb to not notice the way you’ve started drooling a bit when he changes in front of you or adjusts himself like you’re not there.

That’s a memory that makes you cringe a bit. Yes, him changing in front of you makes some sense, the sight of his bare chest and long legs making you squirm as you try to be discreet when peeking over the top of your phone. But the times when your thighs squirm at the sight of him adjusting himself with his hand in his pocket, or just just actually grabbing his dick through his pants when he’s feeling shameless, those are the times you think you might just actually be a weirdo.

But weirdo or not, Haechan seems to be oblivious, so it’s not like it matters in the grand scheme of things.

Though speaking of obliviousness, Haechan thinks he might explode from the way you don’t notice his eyes. The way they dart over at you now, tense with his eyelids drooping with slight irritation. It’s a weird combination of feelings that builds in his chest, the heat from the way your shorts ride up your thighs and the annoyance that swirls in his belly from you suggesting the need for a date with someone that isn’t him.

“Love you too,” he replies sarcastically, the words choking him more than he’d like to admit. He tries to ignore the way his online friends coo at him as if the words were meant for them, as he keeps you in his peripherals as you squirm around on his bed, hoping to see you react to his words in some kind of devine way.

He turns the microphone away from his mouth before he speaks again, assuming the way your body twitches at his words was just a natural response to his sarcasm, “I don’t mean this as degrading as its going to sound,” he starts, his throat closing up at the words that swirl in his mind and his wish to say them in a way that is degrading and hot and just incredibly vulgar, “but are you really that desperate to be fucked?”

“Yes I am!” You shout, sitting up again and leaning forward enough to slap your hand on his desk, “I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve had sex, and it’s driving me up the wall.”

He’s never seen you like this. Of course he knows you get horny. You’ve been vocal about it more than once, unfortunately for him and his dick, but never to the extent that you’re borderline pitching a fit. Which, he doesn’t know that the reason you seem to be more unhinged than usual is actually purely because of him, but if he did know that would only add to his confusion.

“I gotta go,” he mumbles into the microphone when he quickly pulls it back down, the match ending right after your outburst. He has to ignore the whining complaints of the guys on the other end of the speaker, because he decides that wherever this conversation goes, it’s going to require his full attention.

“Is it really that bad?” He asks with an oddly sincere tone as he moves his headphones off his head, “you’re not usually the type to get this worked up about sex of all things.”

If it wasn’t for the soft look he gives you, like you’re some type of feral animal he’s trying to coax towards him, you probably would have diverted to more dramatics. But instead your chest just tightens because honestly, yes it is that bad. And he’s the one that caused it.

Your feelings for him weren’t purely sexual, that would be too easy. You genuinely think you’re falling hopelessly for your best friend, but right now those feelings are all being concentrated purely at the space between your thighs, and you worry if you go any longer without something, you’ll end up jumping the boy that stares at you in amused concern.

“Kind of,” you finally calm, leaning away slightly and staring down at your lap, “I just… I don’t know.”

“It can’t be that bad that you’re genuinely considering that dude from your calc class,” he laughs, trying to lighten the conversation like you’re upset about something real and not just from lack of dick, “not to be rude, but he isn’t really that cute.”

“You’re right, he’s not,” you sigh, feeling bad for talking about this random guy this way, “it’s just something stupid I guess.”

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” he says softly, turning and moving his gaming chair until he knees bump into yours as they drape over the end of his bed, “I’m your best friend man, if there’s something you need to get off your chest, then I’m all yours.”

“I can’t Haechan,” your voice cracking slightly as you dodge the way he tries to lean down enough to catch your eye, “it’s stupid and weird and I don’t want it to bother you.”

He watches the way your hand cuts through the air sharply with every syllable, feeling bad for being so endeared by your motions even if you do them out of frustration, “I’m stupid and weird,” he says confidently with a grin, “you can’t shake me dude.”

“You’re not stupid,” you sigh, warming up when he laughs at your indirect agreement of him being weird, ��I…. Okay maybe you are a little.”

“Why?!” He squawks with another laugh, leaning to grab your knees and shake you, “just because I said it doesn’t mean you can agree.”

“Because!” You laugh with a small pang of pain in your voice as you grab his forearms and shake him back, “there’s no way you’re this oblivious.”

You can feel it. The truth becoming too big for your chest to hold. You spent so much energy on being a menace to society, that you feel tired now, and even if it means your heart gets broken you can’t just keep lying in his bed and wallowing in your pity. It’s starting to feel just a degree too pathetic.

“I don’t think it’s me being oblivious as much as it’s you being weird and vague,” he defends himself, choosing not to call you out for being the most oblivious person he’s met. This isn’t a pissing contest he decides, but he thinks if you two started comparing who’s more oblivious, you’d win in a heartbeat just from how you’ve never noticed how tightly wound he was around your finger.

“Haechan, I came to you about this,” you start with your finger pushed into his chest, knowing that being even more vague is probably a dumb move, but you’re doing it regardless, “please don’t make me spell it out for you.”

He feels his mouth go instantly dry the moment you let the words leave your mouth, not wanting to believe what he hopes you’re implying. He thought you were begging the universe to do something, but the idea of you actually begging him to make a move was scrambling his brain.

“You might have to spell it out,” he warns, hesitantly slipping his hands up your thighs. It feels like in that moment though, that he finally arrives on the same plane of existence as you, because for once he notices the way you tense from his touch, “if you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, I don’t want to screw something up.”

It’s interesting seeing Haechan like this, not willing to take the upper hand. He’s usually the first to yell out, the first to claim the spot of being in charge, but when you glance up at him you only see his face plagued with apprehension and even a small streak of fear.

It feels like someone set off a bottle rocket in your chest when you lean forward suddenly, a ratting gasp coming from his full lips when you’re suddenly only inches away from his face. His eyes are so soft you feel like you’re seeing him for the first time, and when you finally get the push in your chest to place your lips on his, it feels like you’re seeing heaven and hell at the exact same second.

If there’s a small version of yourself controlling your mind, like so many silly pieces of media in your life tried to suggest, you’re sure the small version of yourself is spinning in circles in happiness when Haechan reaches to grab your face. His fingers push tightly against the back of your skull, and before you try and pinch yourself to make sure you’re awake, he lets out a pleased groan against your mouth.

You feel like you’re both deer in one another’s headlights when he pulls away. His hands don’t move from the way they hold you, your own lift to wrap tightly around his wrists, and you just stare at one another like it’s the first time you’ve actually seen each other in your entire lives.

“Just to fuck?” Haechan asks weakly with a cringe, his nerves getting the better of him and forcing his words to come out a lot less eloquent than he had ever intended if this moment ever came up.

“It can just be a fuck if you want,” you nod softly, trying to not show the disappointment that flood your chest, but the dejected tone that coats your words hurts Haechan more than you could ever imagine.

“I don’t want that,” he glances down at your lips, moving his thumb to push against your bottom lip as he tries to collect his thoughts, “I mean I do want to fuck, but I um… I’d also love to date.”

“We can date,” you nod, feeling more and more dazed the more he holds you, your body almost melting into a puddle on his sheets when your knees slot together and one of his presses closer to where your shorts bunch up at the apex of your thighs.

“Cool,” he nods back, his own mind seeming to slip as you both keep holding on and nodding dumbly.

There’s staring, and then there’s smiling, and then finally the tension breaks. His lips return to yours in a way that’s a lot more deliberate, a lot more needy and rough, and before you can ask anymore logistical questions, Haechan is moving from his chair to hover over you until you lay flat against the wrinkles sheets of his bed.

“Always imagined how pretty you’d look laid out like this,” he mutters in your ear when he starts to trail his lips along your jaw, “just watching you sprawl out while I play games, the way you get all soft and comfortable. I can’t even begin to tell you the amount of times I just wanted to grab you and destroy you.”

You gasp at the admission and how his hips press into yours as your body relaxes beneath him, “you should have,” you respond, your voice gravelly and weak, “you could have had your way with me whenever you wanted.”

The groan he lets out at your words vibrates through the muscles in the side of your neck, and the way his hips sink down until he grinds into you makes your head tilt back and your nails sink into the sides of his shoulders. He somehow zeros in on all the spots along your throat that makes your body shiver, and when he digs his teeth into the flesh at the bend of your shoulder, you can’t help but cry out.

His hands are rushed in everything he does, wanting to figure everything out and get the answer before anyone else can, and you feel like his ultimate puzzle beneath his fingers.

He shoves your shirt up until it bunches below your armpits, grinning like he’s gotten a cheat code when he sees you didn’t bother with any type of bra before wandering into his room, and you don’t even get a moment to try and pull the fabric off before his mouth latches to one of your nipples while he abuses the other with the tips of his fingers.

“Haechan,” you sigh, a shiver rolling up your spine at the feeling of his moving lips and tongue. Your hand drifts up, brushing along his back and up until your fingers tangle in his hair. And when he nips at your skin, he sets off a chain reaction of your tugging roughly at his roots and him grunting in response.

He grins so big when he pulls away, his face starts to ache. Getting you below him is a dream come true, and when he blows cool air on your still damp skin, it’s as if he’s testing to make sure you’re real and not just his hyperactive imagination.

“Still desperate to get fucked?” He asks with a laugh, the typical cockiness returning to him now that he’s got you in the palm of his hand.

“Please,” you hum. The clammy skin of your palm tugs on his hair as you smooth your hand up the curve of his skull, and once it lays flat on the top of his head you push gently, encouraging him with big glassy eyes to do something more than just lick at your chest.

He nods in response, letting you move his head until he’s level with your hips. He takes your shorts off slowly, pulling your underwear along with them, and admiring the way they gradually expose your skin in the opposite way of how he usually gets to see flashes of your thighs.

His head falls to push his forehead into your belly when you're fully exposed to his eyes, stopping your thighs from closing him out the way they instinctively flexed. Every second feels surreal to him, and the sight of your body’s response to just him, the amount of wetness that’s built between your thighs from his mouth on your skin, was enough to make him feel like he’s in a dream.

He’s quick to move your thighs over his shoulders when you let out a quiet whimper, feeling perfectly at home at the way your flesh presses against his ears. He loves the way you chew at your bottom lip and the way you stare down at him in nervous anticipation. And he feels like he’s the only man in the world when he leans down to lay a small kiss on your clit and you let out a small shocked hiccup.

“I can’t believe you came in here horny out of your mind, and I almost just let you wallow in it while I sat around playing games like an idiot,” he mutters, scolding himself while he moves his hand until he can slip his thumb against you. The way he just mindlessly stares at you dripping arousal as his digit dips into it and smears it around your clit makes you feel delirious, and the way he speaks like he has all the time in the world makes your fingers tense in his hair.

“You’re letting me wallow in it now,” you remind with a bratty huff, trying to roll your hips closer to his face.

“Poor baby,” he says with a wink, kissing up the side of your thigh softly, and letting you let out a few impatient whines before he moves his thumb and lays his tongue flat against you.

Haechan had imagined tasting you more than his fair share of times. Imagining you seated on his face or spread out below him whether he was alone with his hand wrapped around himself or even when he was sitting mindlessly in a boring lecture. He hadn’t gotten past the guilt of thinking about his best friend like that, but he just couldn’t help the thought wandering in so frequently when it was probably the one thing he’d kill to do.

But he didn’t have to kill, he’s learned. Finally taking the hint was the only thing he needed, and now with his tongue sinking shallowly inside you, he thinks he can stay with his tongue buried in you for the rest of his life.

Haechan licks at you slowly, digging his tongue against your skin harshly and circling the end of his tongue quickly over your clit. His hands press into your stomach when you start to squirm too much for his mouth to control, and once you’re forcibly static against his lashings, he presses in deeper to see how far he can push you into a delirious pleasure.

It doesn’t take much, your body anticipating his touch for so long that it’s only a matter of a few moments before your panting and gasping for breath.

He licks at you like you're a dripping treat, savoring every taste he gets of you and groaning happily when your hips start gently rocking until you’re grinding against his warm tongue. He loves the smell you leave on his sheets and the way your arousal and his saliva mixes and drips onto his bed, and from the way you whine and try to curl into yourself, he knows you love the things he does to your body.

You coming is the best thing his eyes have ever gotten to witness. The way your spine curves and the rough way you tug at his hair until his face is shoved tightly against your body making him work faster. Your mind is so gone with pleasure, that your body works against you, and he’s more than happy to take advantage when your overstimulated mind is too gone to push him away.

The evidence of your orgasm is already coating the lower half of your face when you cry out, finally lifting your legs enough that he has to tug your thighs back down to keep you in place. And his mouth latching around your buzzing clit must be what finally pulls you back to earth, because you sit up as much as you can manage against his hold, with a wild look behind your eyes.

“Hyuck,” you gasp with your voice shot and shredded, pushing gently against his shoulders with as much strength as you can manage from the way your entire body shakes from his unrelenting tongue, “I’m done. I’m done.”

He looks up quickly with a smile, one that looks like your best friend, but is worn by a newly formed demon you’ve never met. He remembers as he trails his eyes over your face, the way you were moaning about how horny and deprived you were before he found himself here, and he remembers the time that both of you wasted dancing around the truth that both of you hid. He remembers the times he only got to imagine this scenario, dreaming about how you tasted and squirmed, and all the remembering just makes him scoff.

“I’m not.”

#Nct smut #haechan smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #ask

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