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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 1 month ago

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it’s you, it’s you, it’s always you ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

the blue lock boys who will only ever have one lover throughout their life…and the reasons why.

(a/n: this one can be cute but it can be just as humbling and cruel at the same time. i tried to be as realistically romantic as possible, remembering that the blue lock boys are still in the end, teenage boys)

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the ones who have one lover simply because they’re loyal

isagi, yukimiya, kaiser

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ isagi - growing up with a loving family who loves him unconditionally, isagi is naturally someone who believes in monogamy and traditional dating values, such as loyalty. even if there is a hypothetical scenario where isagi falls out of love with his lover, he’ll still stay because he simply believes that it’s just “the right thing to do”. even if his lover breaks up with him, he’ll stay single because he doesn’t want the potential scenario where he falls back in love with his lover while dating someone else.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ yukimiya - loyalty and good morals is something that yukimiya shows a lot of in the series, so naturally, it’s the same when it comes to romance with him. cheating on someone is a clear “no” for yukimiya—why would he date someone in the first place if he’s just going to cheat on them anyways? and if his lover ever cheats on him? well, he’ll be far too heartbroken and insecure to ever go on a date with someone else ever again. he’ll probably try getting his lover back though.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ kaiser - i know, i know. kaiser, of all people, loyal? i think the biggest factor in this is his mother and also his constant needed desire for unconditional love. kaiser’s mother left him and his father, and kaiser is most definitely not wanting to follow in his mother’s footsteps. plus, kaiser canonically having studied psychology makes it clear that he probably knows that if he stays loyal to someone, that’ll make it easier to make them love him unconditionally. ultimately, kaiser’s sure as hell a red flag, but he’s not heartless.

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the ones who have one lover because no one else wants them

bachira, nagi, hiori

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ bachira - i think we all know that bachira grew up pretty much alone. with such a lack of friends, the moment someone shows interest in him, he’ll latch onto them. it’s to the point where it gets unhealthy, as he’ll get into a nearly depressed state if someone he latches onto finds someone else, like his reaction when isagi and rin were ignoring him during the second selection. because of this, he’ll realize pretty damn quickly that if he wants someone else to be loyal to him, he’ll have to be just as devoted.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nagi - similar to bachira, he grew up with basically no friends until he met reo. although nagi doesn’t seem to care nearly as much, ever since meeting reo, he is much more attached. nagi is self aware that he’s not the most pleasant of the bunch, so similar to how he is with reo, if he meets someone who genuinely cares, he will latch onto them. sure, there will be times where he will leave for a little while; but in the end, he will always come crawling back to his lover because he knows that no one else would want him.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ hiori - hiori is a weird one. a lot of people definitely have a crush on hiori; however, due to his childhood and the way that his parents treated him like more of a tool, hiori definitely just wants love—similar to kaiser. however, the biggest difference is that when hiori finds someone who loves him, he doesn’t realize that other people love him too. it very much matches the saying “love is blind” if you don’t understand what im saying. hiori is obsessed with the idea of being loved that he’ll do anything to help and stay loyal.

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the ones who have one lover because they want no one else

reo, kunigami, barou

(a/n: remember kids, THESE are the MEN—not boys—who you should date)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ reo - reo is someone where if he falls in love with someone, there is no one else in the world except for him and his lover. just looking at the way that reo acted when nagi left him for isagi says enough already on its own; reo didn’t try to find someone else to replace nagi—he tried getting nagi back and grieved. when reo falls in love, he truly wants no one else. even if someone goes on their knees and begs for reo to give someone else a chance, he’ll just reject them. in fact, reo will do anything for his lover to stay.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ kunigami - walking green flag. growing up with younger sisters, he knows that being loyal and dating someone who he truly loves is extremely important. he always makes sure to not date someone or give someone who he doesn’t like the wrong idea because he doesn’t want to break their heart and make himself feel guilty. similar to reo, once kunigami falls in love, the world is just him and his lover. to him, falling in love is an eternal thing—something forever. and kunigami knows better than to take advantage of that.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ barou - just like kunigami, barou always grew up with younger sisters who he took good care of. he understands to be a loyal man—that it’s important to treat someone who he loves in a devoted and loyal way. it’s rare for barou to fall in love because this man KNOWS his worth. he doesn’t want someone who will take advantage of him and his housewife ways; so barou falling in love is—like kunigami—a lifetime thing. he’s dedicated to whoever his lover is because…why shouldn’t he? if he fell in love, he won’t fall out of love.

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pixiesndberries · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —

a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !

☆ OUR STARS : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !

━ REQUESTED BY : none

━⁠ WARNINGS : none

ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : were back again at daily posting 🙏🏻 to my pookies who supported me, y'all made me giggle and kickin' my feet in my bed last night 👉🏻👈🏻 love lots!

GOJO SATORU, as your husband !

• Gojo being your husband is no different from being your boyfriend — he still gotta be that same person you dated few years ago, though he became more serious about situations and decisions because you guys are married but his goofy, annoying, clingy side is still there �� I mean when he met you and been with you for like two weeks your caller name is already set as 'wifey'.

Gojo who totally acts like a mom when you leave for work, he is like a freaking HOUSEWIFE —

"honey!" he sings as he walks into the living room seeing you brush your hair Infront of the mirror, getting ready for work. "hmm?" you responded and quickly turns your head at him — he's wearing a this is what an awesome husband looks like apron which made you too stunned to speak, "I created a bento for you." he smiles as he hands out a nicely wrapped bento box which was really new to you because it's always you who keep creating bentos for him, usually when he leaves for a mission.

"thank you, honey." you say softly with a warm smile as you accept his bento that he specially created for you, he can't help but to feel like a love sick teenager seeing you smile like that. He officially takes the position of being a housewife 🫡

Gojo who couldn't stop talking about the future he wants with you like nonstop — this man would talk about having three million carbon copy of him with you and would name them after megumi, yuji, nanami and basically all of his friends, students, and dead relatives 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 — I FEEL LIKE HE GOTTA BE THAT TYPE OF PERSON.

Gojo always flexes you everyday and YOU are his hyper fixation — argue with the wall, he gotta be the type of man to say "she's my wife." randomly when he's talking to an old friend he haven't seen for a long time. HE WILL BE THE HUSBAND WHO YOU WILL SEE WEARING "I LOVE MY WIFE" TYPE OF SHIRT WITH THE UGLIEST FONT AND PHOTO TEMPLATE EVER. Once a person mentions your name he ain't gonna shut the fuck up.

I just know this marriage go'n be like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively's relationship 🙏🏻 ABSOLUTELY RANDOM TEXTS FROM HIM, UPDATING YOU TOO MUCH.

2:32 pm

gojo : shitting at the mall cuz i don't have anywhere to shit on.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : i miss you my wife, my beautiful wife.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : your very handsome husband ❤️

2:40 pm

you : stop spamming me messages love, im at work 🙏🏻

gojo : why? is it turning you on 😏

you : that's a photo of your feet.

Gojo who became a seriously hands on person when you told him that you're pregnant — when he has missions with yuji, megumi, or maybe nobara and you told him that you're very tired to do anything today he will be like,"okay kids, I got to go I have important things to do." and dashed away before they could say something and mf arrived at yalls house within a second.

Gojo who cried when he carry his baby for the first time, he was sobbing like hell — girl dad? boy dad? BRO HE IS BOTH ‼️ "okay we'll name this one suguru and this one-" he is going to come up with the most ridiculous names, probably the worst one was his dead ancestor.

okay seriously, Gojo would be a full time dad after his children were born — he will always stay at home as much as he can, having twins isn't easy plus he's trying to help you with his full power and make sure you don't feel alone through this.

"gojo.." you grumble as you felt his presence disappearing next to you at bed, you open your eyes and sees he wasn't there which led you to stand up and start looking for him — you walk out of the bedroom and noticed that the twin's bedroom door was open so you check it out.

in your suprise, gojo was in the rocking chair with the twin's in his arms peacefully sleeping and he is snoring like hell. You can't help but smile seeing this moment, it warms you heart. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick photo, this is what you exactly wished for.

Gojo who couldn't stop posting you and his little angels and his fans are absolutely living for it, it's like his day wouldn't complete without posting cute photos of his angels and of course, you as well. Gojo is indeed a Facebook mom —

; gojosatoru

tagged : @y/n.instagram | fam time 🤍 !

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itaaa.yuji | I volunteer as a tribute to babysit them 🫡

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shokoleiri.7 | adorbs

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chrisevansonly · 1 year ago

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Mr.Clingy

lando norris x female reader

synopsis: everyone thinks you’re the clingy one in the relationship…turns out it’s lando

warnings: none super fluffy some light humour

a/n: okay after the last two days and the ER last night i needed some nice light fluffy comfort with lando, im hoping to maybe get a few other little things out today too now that im feeling better🫶🏻

It would take photo evidence to convince anyone that Lando Norris himself was the clingy partner in your relationship. Everyone was quick to assume it was you and not your ever so cheeky boyfriend, who had more sass than the average man: but no, he was a level 10 clinger.

And you loved it.

Lando was home with you for a few days before he’d head over to Barcelona to do some testing for McLaren. After spending the day with working on a few projects you’d started at the end of the season around the house, to the baking you’d done, this moment right now was by far the Brit’s favourite.

Lando had you trapped under him, his arms around your back as his face was smushed against your chest, resting right on your boobs, aka Lan’s favourite pillows. Your hands alternated between rubbing his back to gently cascading through his curls, no doubt preparing for the inevitable of less cuddles and quality time when the F1 season got started in a mere few weeks from now.

“No one would ever know..”

Your voice cut the silence in the room, a teasing tone to it as Lando hummed

“What..”

“No one would ever know how you’re the clingy one baby”

Laughing as his arms tightened around you, he brought his head up so he could look at you, a grumpy pout on his face.

“Stop complaining”

You threw your head back, not being able to hold back your laughter at his grumpy attitude, he remained stoic, his eyes narrowing at you while you laughed. Lando waited until you were done before you smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips.

“I’m not complaining I find it quite sweet, plus I love your cuddles”

“Yeah I know you do.”

Lando tried to keep his face serious but as you stared at him with a raised brow he finally broke, a sheepish smile on his face.

“I love you…”

“Yeah you better or i’m taking your pillows away”

At the sound of this Lando looked at you in shock causing you to laugh once again

“You wouldn’t dare take away my girls!”

“Your girls?”

“Yes mine!”

His eyes widened in shock at your obvious questioning

“Last time I checked my boobs were mine, they are attached to my chest..”

“Nuh uh, they may be on your chest but they’re mine, they’re never going anywhere”

Lando was quick to rest his head back on your chest and keep his hold tight on you as if he thought you’d get up and run away.

“For the record…I love you too Lan, especially when you’re clingy”

Nothing else needed to be said, a comfortable silence filling the room once again as Lando soaked up every second he had with you like this. It wasn’t the fancy dinners, the post podium celebrations, or even the vacations you both took together. It was all these little moments you had just to share amongst yourselves.

Even when Lando still wouldn’t admit your cuddles were the best or that he indeed was the clingiest boyfriend ever.

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gutlessbarbara · 19 days ago

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; ( 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 )

— 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⌞ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; in which you live a

domestic life with your girlfriend Sevika ⌝

†

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ; 18+ content, breeding kink,

¿house wife? kink, cursing, LESBIAN SEX (SHOCK)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 3k

𝐀/𝐍 ; I wrote this while ovulating enjoy, PLUS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT PLZ BE GENTLE WITH ME IM LEARNING 😞 also i made the reader Hispanic since i wrote this back in December during la posada 😜😻

🩹🍮☆

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ��𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝

— 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕

A pair of golden watchful eyes followed your figure cladded in a soft-feeling apron, a delicate pattern of flowers adorning each corner of the fabric. The softer shades of brown and pink represented the tranquility, hope, and warmth that your presence brought to the homely abode that once lacked color and life.

Large cracks and ugly patches with different shades of grey decorated the run-down walls of the apartment; unmistakable years of negligence littered each corner and yet, numerous Polaroids hung from threads with colorful wooden clippers that were decorated by your hands. It was a clutter of goofy faces, smiles, and mundane moments frozen into a single frame. Yet, they were organized with titles and dates — one with a grumpy Sevika covered in white frosting titled: 'Vika's birthday, tricked her into biting the cake. Amongst the rows of photos is another one where Sevika is asleep, her bigger body sprawled on the couch while a small black-and-white fur-ball was snuggled against her chest. The picture is titled My sweet babies are getting along — October 23, 20xx.

Cuddles is the said fur-ball; at the time, he was a kitty the size of your palm. You took him in after finding him in the streets alone and shivering. Sevika was against the idea of raising the kitty, claiming that he would grow into a lazy and troublesome cat. It turns out, she was the one who named him due to his clingy nature and grew attached to the feline (even though she denies it). She constantly fusses over it, spoiling the cat with toys and treats.

Speaking of Cuddles, the tomcat — now larger and stronger — has been sitting on the far edge of the counter for the last forty minutes. Normally, he would've been climbing onto shelves, sniffing Sevika's tools or her precious bottles of whiskey but instead, he remains vigilant with his posture stiff and his gaze unwavering. His black, furry tail moved from side to side like a sweeper. Naive eyes would've assumed that he was guarding you, his stance resembling a warrior ready to fight off any threats. Still, instead, he was being a cunning little shit, waiting for the perfect moment for you to get distracted so his slick paws can take him to the stove and sniff what you were making.

Moments later, the rusty hinges of the front door creak loudly, the sharp sound easily cutting through the soft melody of your favorite song playing on the radio. Then, a frustrated grunt followed by a pair of heavy footsteps repeatedly stump inside, the quick movement shaking the thin walls. Light sprinkles of snow dusted Sevika's dark locks of hair, reminding you of grated coconut on chocolate cake. The instant her eyes lock with yours, the tension and exhaustion that weigh heavily on her shoulders are lifted with a single smile that graces your beautiful features.

To others, the action meant nothing but to Sevika, it meant everything.

Seeing the excitement and joy in your eyes when she walked through that same door every night warmed her heart. It made her feel special, desired, and loved. It was hard to believe she was wrapped in a colorless world of solitude and loneliness years ago. In the past, before she met you, she had her fair share of flings and hookups here and there, different women who would kill to take her to bed, but they were meaningless — just a way to blow off some steam. The momentary pleasure she gained from those moments didn't compare to the ticklish flutter in her chest whenever your lips met her cheek.

You were the embodiment of sunshine, your rays brightening her life.

Wildflowers and rain are the first things that come to mind when she buries her nose in your hair, inhaling deeply while her well-toned arms wrap around your waist, molding your smaller body into hers. A cheeky grin momentarily grows on her lips, the cool surface of her mechanical fingers sneaking under your shirt and awakening a rush of goosebumps over your skin. Her movements are deliberate and slow, tracing up-and-down your spine and then slowly making its way downward until reaching your butt. She elicits a small squeak from you when she firmly grips it.

"I missed you," Sevika mumbles between the crook of your neck, her voice sounding needy and tired.

"I missed you, too," you say, your hands cupping her cheeks. Your thumbs create soothing circles against her cheeks, your soft and warm skin is a stark contrast to her dry skin that was caused by the winter air. She lets out a content sigh, her tensed muscles relaxing when you lean in, using your tip-toes to plant a kiss on her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her scars, and then her lips...

"I made your favorite," you whisper after pulling back, your radiant smile easily making her further melt into your embrace. Her lips turn into a ghost of a smile, her eyes half-lidded and her eye-bags more prominent. Her feet were aching from standing all day, running around the lanes from corner to corner and finalizing Silco's deals, but she lets you guide her toward the kitchen, her hand engulfing yours. The instant she steps foot inside, she feels like she got slapped in the face with an intense aroma of sweetness and warm spices that make her stomach rumble loudly like a lion, and her mouth waters when she removes the lid from the medium-sized pot, revealing a steamy sight of barbacoa.

"Smells d—"

"Cuddles!"

Sevika's eyes snap towards your figure, zooming towards the counter, your heart leaping with panic and annoyance. A clump of thick, black fur comes in contact with your hands, your grip tightening when Cuddles begins to violently thrash around, letting out a series of high-pitched meows of protest. Like tape, a piece of cilantro sticks to his wet nose.

"Take your spoiled son," you say, handing the heavy cat to Sevika who obliges with a grin. Her human arm removes the green herb, flicking it away much to your annoyance.

"He's not my son," she grunts, trying to sound stern but the small curve on her lips betray her true feelings. "Come on, let's let Mama finish dinner," she shoots a playful grin in your direction, her tone mocking yet affectionate.

With the cat coddling against her chest and purring loudly, she settles on a chair by the dining table, her eyes watching as you go from kneading dough to chopping onions, your hands working skillfully. Every time she noticed the little things you did when focused: the way your tongue would stick out, your brows knitting together, and your little quirks. She can't help but admire your dedication and patience in cooking. Sure, she knew the basics. She's able to enter a kitchen without burning it down (unlike Jinx), but she didn't have the patience you did. After a while, Sevika placed down Cuddles and approached you from behind again, her arms snaking around your waist while leaning her chin against your shoulder. Her nose takes in the wonderful scent of sweetness and spiciness produced by the citrusy perfume of guavas and cinnamon.

How she got lucky with someone like you was the mystery that kept her up every night when she rested against your chest.

"Is it almost done?" questions Sevika, her breath having a faint scent of tobacco and mint. She watches you stir the golden liquid inside the pot and then sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on the fried dough shaped like a flying disk. Buñuelos and ponche. Zaunites rarely celebrate any kind of holiday, especially Christmas. Yet, within the four walls of your shared apartment, you'd bring warmth and joy with the recipes passed down from generation to generation in your family — the tradition staying alive regardless of the circumstances. Thus, every year, during the holidays, since the start of your relationship, you spoil your hard-working girlfriend with food from your culture.

"Almost," you reassure with a small peck to her cheek. The simplicity of the moment was everything Sevika wanted. A loving girlfriend and even a cat to come back every night.

Soon enough, the woman sits in front of a plate that is deliciously organized with rice and barbacoa. The shredded strands of meat are soaked in consome while pieces of onions and cilantro are sprinkled on top with precision. Squeezing a lemon across the food, she quickly picks up her tortilla and begins to dig in, her bites quick and messy.

"Don't eat like an animal," you tease, a snicker leaving your lips as you reach to clean the corner of her mouth. Her only response is a glare of annoyance, but she slows down, letting out a small moan of satisfaction as the flavors attack her taste buds. With each bite, she reaches for her cup and takes sips from the steamy liquid enjoying the mixture of sugar and spiciness. Three plates later she sighs, her hunger satisfied. A sheepish yet smug smile crosses her features as she watches you reach for the plate, your eyebrows raising in astonishment at the sight of no smudges. The plate was utterly clean even after three servings.

"You're like a vacuum," you say with amusement written on your face which earns a swat on your butt from Sevika. With a giggle, you head back inside the kitchen and call out, "The buñuelos are in the container if you still want dessert."

Sevika doesn't say anything, but you hear the sound of the chair scraping against the floor followed by her footsteps leaving the dining room and then a soft meow from Cuddles, presumably getting disturbed by her. Afterwards, you can faintly hear Sevika mutter something and then the door of your shared bedroom closes. For a moment, the only noise emitted is the soft clink of utensils and the flowing water from the tap. Suddenly, you feel a shiver run down your spine. You look over your shoulder to see Sevika towering over you with a mischievous smirk.

"I'm ready for dessert," she mutters with a husky voice that carries a hint of neediness; her eyes are half-lidded and she leans closer until her nose barely touches yours. Up close, you can see her eyes evolving into a softer shade under the dim light of the kitchen, but you can sense that something else was bubbling beneath—desire, lust, longing, and greediness. You felt like prey under her hungry gaze, your body reacting sinfully and craving her touch. Her bigger, calloused hand grips your hip, her thumb teasing the fabric of your apron, before roughly pulling you back until your ass is pressed against her crotch.

Your breath hitches when you feel something hard that isn't supposed to be there. She purposely rubs herself against you and you put one plus one: she is wearing her favorite strap-on under her cargo pants, ready to spill inside you.

"You've been good to me," she murmurs, her breath fanning against your face. She moved her hand up and down, creating friction before moving dangerously low and settling on one of your thighs. She plants a kiss on the side of your throat, her nails faintly scratching against the exposed skin, gently torturing you with her deliberate movements. In a matter of seconds, she achieves what she wants, transforming you into a trembling mess of neediness. "Waiting for me like a good little housewife. Cooking, cleaning, and pleasing me. I think you deserve a reward. Don't you think, baby?"

"Sev, I need to finish—"

Your breathy words are cut off by Sevika roughly sinking her teeth into the base of your throat. Instinctively, you throw your head back granting her more access and your vocal cords produce a small moan. Her hand on your thigh starts moving the hem of your skirt, bunching the fabric and exposing your skin to the cool air. She grips the edge of your panties with her pointer and middle finger, teasing the skin on your ass with her nails.

"We'll deal with the mess later," she whispers before spinning you around and pinning you against the counter. She is like a wild animal marking her territory; greedily kissing and biting the skin of your collarbone until small purple and red spots blossom. A shaky moan escapes your lips when she lifts your thigh and begins to grind against your clothed core. Your hands settle on her shoulders. You could easily see stars, the entire constellation drunkenly clouding your mind while a familiar dance of butterflies forms in the pit of your stomach. A cocky smirk grows on her lips, deliciously enjoying the whimpers and moans she was producing from your mouth.

Quickly, she lifts you and your legs spontaneously wrap around her waist and your arms around her neck. The cool surface of her metal fingers against your thigh alleviated the heat spreading through your body. Pots and pans loudly crash into the sink and once it is clear, Sevika doesn't waste a second in setting you down and lowering herself until she is face to face with your thighs.

"Sev..." you drew out your words in between pants, your eyes watching as Sevika lifted your skirt to your hips and hooked her fingers on the hem of your panties. Her smirk only grew when she noticed the damped spot that hinted at your arousal.

"Lift your hips for me, pretty girl," she commands, and you oblige. The fabric slides down your legs until you are left bare before Sevika's eyes. Your heart violently thumps against your ribcage, and your nervousness and embarrassment mix in an unpleasant cocktail that urges you to close your legs. She looks up and her smirk transforms into a soft smile that reassures your insecurities.

"You are so beautiful," she whispers, her thumb drawing circles on your inner thigh while her mechanical hand holds your hip. "You are the most gorgeous girl and I don't intend on sharing you. Don't forget that, sweet girl."

Her words make your heart flutter and she doesn't give you a chance to answer because her head dives in and her tongue begins to lap at your aching heat while plunging a finger inside your dripping hole. She moves with precision, her tongue working skillfully against your clit while her thick finger makes languid ministrations, making your brain foggy with desire and drawing out filthy moans from you. She groans against your cunt when your fingers entangle themselves in her hair, making a mess of her like she is doing with you.

“S-sev.. s-shit," your words come out as a breathy whisper, your mouth hanging open as you throw your head back and your grip tightening on Sevika's head. Your breaths come out in sharp, short gasps, her warm skin against yours making you delirious. Her cold metal hand grips your thigh before hoisting it over her shoulder, her excitement bubbling in the pit of her stomach as she stared up at you through her lashes. Her pale grey eyes are big and twinkling with joy like a cute puppy wagging its tail after getting a treat. In this case, the treat was you. And she was enjoying every second of it.

Suddenly, Sevika adds another finger and your body tenses up, a louder moan climbing out of your throat and vibrating across the walls of the kitchen. Her tongue delves deeper, her wet strokes sloppy yet precise, sucking the bundle of nerves like a woman starved. Your breathing grows heavy and her name pours out of your lips in between soft, keening moans like a prayer, prompting her to increase her pace. She curls her fingers, seeking that sweet spot that would hit the jackpot while her prosthetic fingers sneak under your shirt and caress the soft flesh of your stomach. Her touch conveys her devotion and possessiveness over you — silently telling you that you are hers. Her sweet, loving housewife.

The sensations are phenomenal and you're on the verge of erupting like a volcano, your tummy taut with tension, your hips desperately rocking against her face and your eyes rolling back, but Sevika abruptly pulls back, evoking a whimper of protest.

"W-why... did you stop?" your breathing is ragged and you can't help but let your annoyance bleed into your words as you look at Sevika through half-lidded eyes. Your hands fall off her head when she rises to her full height, her smirk never faltering as she holds eye contact. Her confidence is radiating off her like heat from a fire and she boldly brings her fingers slicked with your arousal to her mouth, licking and moaning like if it's a 5-star meal. You are left in stunned silence, your eyes wide and your face heating up with embarrassment.

“You taste like cherries," she teases, her voice rough and slightly breathless. She leans in and captures your lips, her tongue swiping against your lips and demanding entrance. When you don't, her prosthetic hand harshly grips your waist and with her free hand, she roughly cups one of your breasts through your shirt and pinches your nipple in between her fingers earning a startled gasp from your pretty lips. She is quick to take the opportunity and invade the sweet cavern of your mouth, exploring and dominating each corner until you can taste yourself.

The moment she pulls away, a string of saliva connects the both of you. It was alluring how her chest rapidly rose and fell, her lips parted and her hair messy. She quickly steps back and reaches for the back of her shirt. Her hand grips the neckline and tosses it to the side. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of your girlfriend's toned stomach and sports bra, her cargo pants hanging loosely on her hips and giving you a glimpse of the harness of the strap secured on top of her boxers. As soon as she is near you again, your hands act accordingly and softly press against her abdomen, inching down, exploring each curve of a muscle like if it's the first time. Your fingertips brush against the fuzzy path of hair that travel from her belly button and downwards.

"Oh my god... Sev, please," you plea hungrily as you shift on the counter, your thighs pressing together and trying to get some friction, but your cunt is desperately aching for her cock. "I need you... please..."

"I know, baby," she says, letting out a small groan when you start gripping the edge of her boxers, desperate to unleash her. "Pull them down, sweetheart. Help me..."

Your hands get to work, greedily gripping the soft material of her boxers and ripping them down along with her cargo pants and a thick, purple silicone toy successfully springs up from the confinements. She smiles, her eyes half-lidded and her fingers tenderly touch your sensitive, wet folds, feeling your puffy clit. "You're so ready for my cock, babygirl. You want me to fill you up, don't you?"

Her words only add to the arousal that is dripping from your lonely pussy—practically drooling for her cock—and you eagerly nod, letting out a soft, needy whimper.

“By the end of the night, you'll be pregnant with my child," she says it as a promise, grinning wickedly, her words fueling your excitement and desire that is bubbling under your skin like a cauldron. A part of you yearned for her words to magically become a reality; to one day carry her flesh and blood; to witness your belly grow with her seed; to feel her baby move and kick inside you. Suddenly, the image is clear: a cute little girl with Sevika's beautiful dark skin color, her eyes wide and glittering with curiosity. You could already picture her with Cuddles, running around the house, causing trouble and giggling. You could see her running towards the door, jumping into Sevika's arms and clinging onto her—

A loud, startled yelp crawls out your throat when Sevika roughly snatches you from the kitchen counter, your body light-weight in her strong grip.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, mamas," the title is a teasing remark to annoy you, her hand pushing you forward until you are bending, your stomach resting against the cool surface of the counter and your ass up in the air. With a single finger she collects your arousal, her touch gingerly teasing you folds that made you whine, your eyes shutting close and your brain melting with the heat of your desire. "You ready, baby? Because I sure as hell am."

"Oh my god, Sev," you breathe out. You wanted to say shut up and put it inside, but you bite your tongue, letting your girlfriend take her sweet time like the world isn't ending. Her prosthetic fingers grasp your hair, roughly yanking your head back, making you look at her. A wide smirk was plastered over her lips, her eyes dark with desire and dominance. "I'm gonna fuck you till you pass out and can't walk tomorrow. Because that's what an obedient housewife deserves, right? To be treated right, to be filled up after a lonely day."

Her words come out as a growl, running a hand over your ass before squeezing it and giving it a light smack that makes you yelp. Slowly, she guides the tip through your folds, the silicone texture teasing you and making your legs tremble with both anticipation and impatience. Minutes later, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through the walls, your moans coming out in soft, short gasps while the floor creaked under Sevika’s boots. Her grunts and heavy breathing tickled your ears, soothing you into a cloud of bliss.

“F-fuck, I can’t—“

“Yes, you can,” Sevika grunts, pulling harsher on your hair, making you cry out in pleasure. “You can carry my babies, right, sweetheart? Say yes, please.”

Your mind was hazy, your vision blurry with tears and your mouth hanging open as you continue to stare up at her while she pounds into you from behind.

“Y-yes, I will…”

Sevika grins, beads of sweat forming in her brow as she pushes deeper with each thrust.

“You are even more beautiful like this,” Sevika says in between heavy pants, her teeth gritting together and her grip on your hair and hip tightening as you clench around her.

At the end of the night, the mess in the kitchen was left untouched, your body immobile and her cum mixed with your own dripping down your thighs. Her heavier body presses against your own, her heavy breathing tickling your neck.

“I love you, baby,” she whispers softly into your ear, her bigger hand resting on your stomach. “I am so grateful to be able to call you mine.”

#arcane #sevika #sevika arcane #wlw post #butch lesbian #sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane fanfic #arcane x reader #lesbian #butch4femme #i love women #SEVIKA I WANT YOU #wlw smut

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fuji-sen · 9 months ago

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SaWuWa Headcanon pt. 2 .ೃ࿔*:･

scar-centric headcanon!

(mostly for the readers who are simping or genuinely like his characters)

warning: since i posted this in the first patch, he might seem ooc in the future.

ᯓ★ in headcanon pt#1 in this series, there's a short line where you practically simp for him, this continues on here- plus im biased for him at the moment ehehehehhe

ᯓ★ So they can hear you now, through your frequency, your voice is a bit garbled still but it's understandable. So it was very awkward and a bit annoying for scar when he first made his grand entrance to the rover!

"Guess you won't need need my self introduction-"

and you're probably like "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

and he nearly messed up shuffling his deck of cards when you squeal and dote over him.

"it's scar!" (a line for those who were already aware of his existence through leaks and being updated in the fandom)

"he's so attractive!" you'd dote on his hair, his scars, and his voice.

"what the fuck-?" he looks at Rover who looks dead inside as you continued to gush.

ᯓ★ and again, he's bothered how chatty you are when he fights.

ᯓ★ butttt he gets used to it, and plus the compliments and the doting? he couldn't really complain.

he basically ate those shit up!

ᯓ★ and then in the future he gets so smugged about it, he's sure he is one of your favorites.

ᯓ★ but its a dang shame your frequency is attached to the rover, and he could only hear it clearly when he's nearby.

ᯓ★ Your affection towards him simply proves he was just that charismatic to get a disembodied voice to like him!

ᯓ★ He'll take your positive opinions of him as a sign that his and his group's plan is totally right! and he becomes even more confident!

ᯓ★ He'll probably be more interested and stalky with the rover when scar realizes that the frequency was strongest when he is near the rover!

ᯓ★ its a dang shame your frequency is attached to the rover, and he could only hear it clearly when he's nearby. it's even more a shame when Rover rejects to join him/them.

ᯓ★ So yeah, Rover kinda wishes you were physically there, with your own body ofc, to get that predator off their back!

ᯓ★ speaking of Rover, Scar probably uses the fact that you're so smitten with him to try and coax the Rover to join him.

"don't you want to make them happy?" Scar asked with a smile.

But Rover immediately shuts down that idea, "I want them to shut up about you honestly."

Wrote and Edited on: May 25, 2024 🖌

No rewrites, no translations, no posting or copying the text and posting on here or any platforms please ( • ᴖ • ｡)

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seuonji · 1 year ago

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彡 things they left with you before leaving for tour.

notes ๑ gift giving! headcanons. reader and svt member does not live together!

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

seungcheol left you the key to his home.

you’re free to go there whenever you want but he mainly gave it so that you have access to his closet!! it’s also to allow you to see kkuma.

whenever you’re there you always send him a selfie to show how the house is doing. he especially loves the photos that contains you and kkuma on his bed.

yn: [photo attachment]

yn: i changed kkuma’s hairpin today, doesn’t she look cute?

cheol: you both look adorable♡

jeonghan left you tons of his oversized shirts.

tons as in it could probably last you until he comes back. but he leaves the ones that hold some type of meaning.

he’d totally give you a whole presentation while unpacking the clothes on why he’s giving it to you.

he left you the shirt that he wore on your first date. he left you another shirt that you complimented. another one he left was one that you described as, ‘looks very comfortable.’ another was in your favourite colour while another was in your least favourite colour,, he asked you to send him photos of you specifically in that one.

he gave them with the intention that though he’s not there, you won’t feel alone at night.

he loves it when he calls and sees you wearing them!

joshua left you countless of letters he wrote.

just in case he’s not on his phone enough, to keep his presence with you, he wrote different letters. one for you to read when you’re sad, one for when you felt doubtful, another for when you felt scared.

he wrote letters for any feeling you may feel while he’s gone whether it was sorrow, anger or joy.

one day you were missing him, a lot. so you opened the letter that had ‘read when you feel alone.’ written on it.

‘yn, you’re feeling alone? cause im not there, right( ˊ̱uˋ̱ )?‘ he joked with you even through writing. ‘i know it’s a long wait but i’ll be back soon and we’ll be in bed watching movies together. i’m always thinking about you. i may not be one call away because…what if i’m on stage? but you’re still my number one priority, i hope you know that.’

it’s just long texts of reassurance that he loves you and suggestions of things you can do while you wait for him and honestly, as you read the letters, the more it felt like he was actually there.

jun left you a polaroid.

he aswell provided the films but the films were the same amount as the number of days he’d be gone.

he asked you take a picture of something everyday whether it was the scenery or something you were doing. you could either label them or keep it in a photo card binder. he wants you to talk about it with him when he comes back.

total plus if you like journaling/photography!!

soonyoung left you a heart locket necklace.

it had funny pictures of you and him on one side and the other side had a picture of you two cuddling.

he has a matching one of course! his one has so many scratches because of how much he kept opening it.

notably, he left you a cute tiger plush that was almost your size.

“think of him as if he’s me.”

“that’s weird youngie…”

idk why but initially i imagined he’d leave you a body pillow with him printed on it.

wonwoo left you his console so that you can help him keep up with his games. just kidding.

if you like reading, he definitely leaves you some books he’s collected over the years. he’d even buy books that are of your taste if his isn’t your style. he gave it so that you’d have something to preoccupy your time.

if you aren’t too into reading, he left you things that supports the hobbies you do. if you like art, he buys you paint, if you like knitting he’d buy you yarn. he finds joy in your passion.

jihoon left you a usb filled with movies and shows on it. he even provided snacks!

he loved hearing your opinions about shows/movies he liked. since you two were going to be apart, he thought you’d have more time to watch them.

when you did watch the said movie/show, he’d instantly call and listen to your opinions intently. he might end up falling for you all over again! but also it could end up in an endless banter—

“what did you think of that character?“ he asked excitedly but there was a touch of tiredness in his voice.

“they were okay,” you casually answered.

“just okay!?” suddenly the tiredness was gone.

“i said what i said!”

seokmin left you a jar filled with origami hearts, cranes, airplanes, stars and even some of your favourite animals.

as you unfold them, there’s small messages written in them. it had messages of affirmations to song/food/movie recommendations.

he looks forward to your response to the letter you opened that day.

“the one i opened today was a good one,” you said smiling.

“really, what’s wrong with the other ones? why aren’t they as good?” he asked in a whining tone.

“the one i opened yesterday said ‘listen to aju nice by seventeen.’” you recalled monotonously.

“what’s wrong with that?”

“anyways the one i opened today said to ‘eat pizza while thinking about me.’” you brushed off the previous topic.

“ah, that’s a good one, even i’m jealous.”

“you wrote it?”

“still, why would you have pizza without me…”

also, he made tons of it lasted even until he came back.

mingyu left you a cookbook of things he usually cooks for you.

the first few pages were your favourite meals hes cooked for you. they’re key parts are highlighted in your favourite colours and he even places in affirmations in free spaces. the middle pages are random meals you don’t necessarily like but,, he needed to fill in the pages. the last few pages are your favourite deserts!

minghao left you the experience of having permanent bracelets with someone.

he brought you to the store and you got a bracelet in his in his favourite colour as he got one with yours. you both spent hours just admiring the way it shined and he couldn’t stop taking pictures of it.

“now, no matter the distance, you’ll still have a piece of me that’s always with you,” he said.

seungkwan left you a self care pack.

there was skincare products, your favourite snacks and cds of your favourite films. they were each labelled with tags of why he gave those specific items.

‘you’ve always liked these, enjoy them.’ labelled on the snacks.

‘please use this, take care of your skin okay?’ labelled on the skincare.

‘don’t get too bored just cause im not there.” labelled on the cds

it’s as if he was taking care of you without because there.

vernon left you a pet fish (?)

questionable but at least you’re not completely alone. also he got consent before he bought it so, it was okay. but he also left you some of his jackets and beanies but if it was summer he’d leave you baseball caps. yknow, the sensible gifts.

it’s the thought that counts!

whenever he gets the time he’d call you to check on the fish.

and you as well, of course.

chan left you a box full of snacks.

he’s bringing the same snacks with him in his bag. he plans to call you every night so you two can talk about your day while eating the same snacks so that it seems like you two are together.

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yok00k · 11 months ago

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truth or dare

pairing: hellokittylover/coquette!oc x boxer!jk

genre: angst, fluff

‧₊˚🎧⊹♡— are you playing? truth or dare

synopsis: rumor has it that jungkook is entertaining other girl(s)

word count: 3.3k

warnings: angsty, oc got: attachment issues, daddy issues [like the author], etc. oc is also kinda dumb (and broken) but she’s figuring shit out, lowkey she’s that bitch, jealous!oc, side characters were kinda introduced, mention of jk making out w/ another girl, jk’s character is complex: one sec he’s a playboy and another sec he’s down bad for oc?, open ending, unedited

a/n: this took place when jk and oc were in 2 month situationship and still getting to know one another! so their boundary wasn’t clear..

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Everything seems to be a dream as soon as you wake up on another glorious day.

you’ve never felt so energized like this before. it’s a little strange to say but, you even feel like you’ve been reborn for some unknown reason. maybe today is going to be a good day for you.

well let’s see.. you’re off from work plus you basically got nothing to do other than clean your room a little for a little bit and to just chill around!

one of the first things you do as soon as you wake up is stare at your phone, particularly to see if jungkook has sent you a message yet as he always never fails to not. a simple yet sweet “good morning pretty :)” and “did my baby girl sleep well?” can add a bright color to your day. it shows that he cares and that he’s thinking about you too.

the anticipated message from your comfort person unexpectedly did not pop out in your notification. it kind of threw you off. jungkook never misses sending you at least one message, precisely at 8:30 every morning. even in the mornings where he had a boxing match the night before. today is indeed such a strange day.

you’re in no position to be sad just because he didn’t message you. in fact, you’re not, you’re just surprised, or so you think. at the same time, you shouldn’t be in shock owing to the fact that there’s no label between you and jungkook. indeed there’s something going on with you and him, whatever that would be except for being girlfriend and boyfriend.

you often ask yourself where you two stand. for you, it’s indistinct to identify what you are to him. all you know is that he is someone special to you. jungkook makes you feel like you’re the prettiest girl in the whole universe every time he’s around you. it’s the way he articulates his words when speaking to you. you can’t explain it.

you’re more than aware that you’re growing emotional attachment to him. getting used to his affection and now that you didn’t receive a message from him to start off your day, it dismays you. although you’re not sure if there's a hidden motive beyond those gut feeling, you choose to ignore it and start typing on your keyboard.

good morning my ggukie!!

r u free today?? kinda wanna hang out with you >o<

delivered | 9:01 am

since you didn’t establish any kind of plan that you’ll be doing today, you’re thinking of inviting him over. you have lots of things to show him, things you purchased when you went shopping with your best friend who also happens to lives next door, Yun-jin

speaking of her before you even forget, you have to call and ask her how her night went from clubbing last night. she initially invited and forced you to go. but your thousands of homeworks and seventy other things on your checklist didn’t permit you to go. partying is always fun, especially with her, but you have to stay focused on your priorities.

you find her inbox off your message app, the first thing you saw was her latest message from this morning

im aliveeeeeeebwwkwwjhskw

sent at 3:33 am

it made you chuckle lightly. she’s completely wasted. there’s no point of calling her as she’s probably still down. so, you decided to pull up to her apartment, bring a few painkillers with you. you’ll bet seven grand that her hangover is going to be so bad.

opening the door using the key she gave you, you spot her laying on the cream and fluffy rug in her cozy white themed living room. you quickly make your way towards her.

“yunny wake up” you said, gently rubbing her back. “i brought you some painkillers, take them quickly” handling her a couple of pain relievers.

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you’re currently searching for breakfast in her mini fridge, something yun-jin can eat so she’ll feel better. your poor friend is a complete mess as she lazily walks toward the counter in front of you.

“last night was so fun, you should’ve come,” she murmurs, hopping on the bar stool as she watches you cook her breakfast. “Jaeyun won’t stop asking me about you.”

oh you almost forget about him. Jaeyun is Yun-jin’s childhood friend who has a huge interest in you. well that’s what Yun-jin has told you, but you swore to her that you won’t tell him that you know. back in your senior year of high school, you mostly have the same classes as him. oftentimes you two hang out and study together in a local cafe. you enjoy his company a lot, but only as friends. just when you and Jungkook started talking, your friendship with Jaeyun unintentionally grew apart. you lowkey miss hanging out with him. anyways, you take a mental note to check up on him later.

yun-jin tells you more about what you’ve missed. most of them are about the hot guys that she encountered in the night club. that’s not new to you because she’s always out there looking out for hotties.

“oh i forgot to tell you, you remember Blythe? she’s wildin’ last night too” of course, how could you forget about the girl who spreads malicious rumors about you? you genuinely don’t know what’s up with her as she constantly talks shit about you though you never know her personally. to you, she’s just a friend of a friend and some type of hater. indeed, it’s a one- sided beef. she is also known for making out with multiple guys and god knows what at every party she’s in.

“my god, who was her target last night??” you interestedly asked. you and yun-jin have a silly habit of keeping track of her targets. you two soon discover that she goes for the basketball players and athletic guys in general.

“I don't think we’ve seen the guy in a club before but I’ve heard he does underground boxing.” she said as her eyes glanced to her left, trying to recollect her memory. Jungkook might be familiar with the mysterious man. he could be either in his circle or one of his opponents.

you just hum, you expected she’ll go for another basketball player. you guess she’s trying something new.

“but girl, let me tell you. the boxer guy looked so drunk and she was dry humping on him like a damn get a fucking room bro” she adds more details on the tea, while pretending to cry as she covers her eyes.

“wait was the guy totally intoxicated ?” you ask as cracking the eggs on the hot pan.

“No, he was still responding back to her, running his hands around her body and stuff.” you’re glad you didn’t see that yourself, or else you’ll cringe. your friend giving you a summary of how the night went is enough. still, it’s entertaining. for a while.

“let me see if she posted something on her IG” yun-jin utters, pulling out her phone from her pocket.

she taps on her screen multiple times, and finally she finds a story that the girl posted. “look, she posted this”

and with that, yun-jin faces the phone your way. you take a glance on her screen, showing you a low exposure photo of the girl sitting on the uknown guy’s lap. her face is showing while his face wasn't captured. the blurry image seems normal. until your eyes examine the familiar tatted arm that’s wrapped around the girl’s torso. you swear you’ve seen those tattoos before. it takes you a while to recognize the ink into the deep layer of their skin.

then it hits you— those not-so-foreign tattoos belong to jungkook, your jungkook.

oh. your heart suddenly drops.

your eyes lock with the phone screen surface longer than the usual, by which makes your friend frown.

“hey, what’s wrong?” Yun-jin concernedly ask

maybe that’s why he hasn’t texted you yet. maybe he slept wit—

“y/n? you ok?” your friend calls for you again, interrupting your thoughts, though they didn’t fully vanish.

shifting your eyes to her, you blink rapidly “yeah, i’m completely ok,” swallowing your lies away. you can feel your eyes watering, and you don't want your friend to see you break down.

after cooking her breakfast, you decided to head back. “I forgot that I have something to do, I’ll go now” you rapidly put your shoes on

‘she’s not eating this breakfast with me?’ Yun-jin thinks as she watches you leave her apartment.

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As soon as you get back to your apartment, you walk towards your bedroom. immediately, you throw yourself on the bed.

“I’m so stupid” you groan as you kick the baby pink multi layer bedsheets on your bed.

and once again, you can’t explain this bothersome feeling. anger? feeling betrayed? jealousy? sadness? all of the above?

you can’t understand. no, you’re trying to understand in the midst of confusion.

you really like him, you really do. and he says he likes you too. he even confessed his feelings to you first! since then, it was safe to assume that you two will establish a label soon. you were so sure of it, until now.

how.. how come he’s with another woman?

the more you think about, the more you feel the sting in your heart. the unpleasant emotion is spreading inside your system, it’s urging you to throw up. you find yourself removing dead skin out of your cuticle using your thumbnail, a habit which you only do to relieve anxiety.

you have so many questions that need to be answered. were the feelings he felt about you real? or was he just playing you? or did he just forget that you exist in his life last night? or did he just lose interest in you? these questions bring out your inner conflicts. so many questions you’re afraid to know the real answers of.

just before the skin next to your cuticle bleeds, your focus shifts to the triple loud ping coming from your phone. Of course, those messages belong to the one person who you least likely want to face right now.

morning pretty

sorry just woke up, having a severe hangover rn

still down to hang out? I can pull up a little later

sent at 11:59 am

his text confirms your suspicion, proving that he was drinking heavily last night. you can’t stand seeing him today. you will just cancel your initial plan and make up some lame excuse.

nvm, we can just hang out another time.

no, erase that. you’ll avoid him from now on, there won’t be another time!

nvm, I feel sick. please don’t come over.

seen at 12:00 pm

my poor baby, i’ll take care of u

sent | 12:01 pm

no need, thanks tho

delivered | 12:01 pm

not being in the mood to keep talking to him, you send the last message before putting your phone on ‘do not disturb’ mode. leaving jungkook’s messages unseen

considering that your day has been ruined, you choose to shut down the world and take a long nap.

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on the other hand, jungkook definitely notices how cold you turned out to be. maybe it's the time of the month for you. thus, today his mission is to grab things you typically crave for: brown sugar milk tea, some sweet pastries from your favorite bakery shop, and finally, the icing to add on top, a bouquet of white roses.

jungkook usually pampers you with a bunch of food and affection. that’s why he pays attention and takes mental notes (or even notes on his phone) of tiny details about you. it satisfies him to see you all spoiled.

that’s the reason why he jumps out of his messy bed and initiates to get ready. starting off his usual morning routine by taking a cold shower. not much time after, he applies his skincare.

Jungkook hears loud chatters of two men talking from his living room as he walks out of his bedroom. he opens the door and perceives his hyungs chilling by his couch.

“yah jungkook, that chick you brought from last night was way out of control” Jimin complains as soon as jungkook enters the living room.

“yeah kook, kicking her out at 3 in the morning wasn’t a good idea. she’s loud as hell and I had to deal with one of your neighbors' complaints again” Taehyung, who was their designated driver, added annoyingly.

“whose chick?” jungkook confusedly asks.

“yours” both of his hyungs exclaim in unison, which the youngest responds with a shrug.

to be honest, Jungkook doesn’t remember shit from last night. he can recollect some memories, but not a whole bunch. drinks. yes, he drank a lot. there was this girl he randomly made out with, however he can’t remember her name or what she looks like. not that she’s relevant to him anyways.

jungkook chooses to not care about the insignificance, he could spend his time better than that. and by the word better, he spends time thinking about you.

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the constant sound from your doorbell that’s been ringing for who-knows-how-long wakes you up from your wonderful nap.

you gently rubbing your eyes, then you tap the screen of your cellular to see the time; 3:59 pm.

shit, how long were you out for? no idea. you look at your window and see the raindrops rolling down the glass. it was just sunny before you drifted to sleep a few hours ago.

down below to your screen, you notice jungkook messages and a few missed calls from earlier and just now.

7 missed calls from 🐰

55 mins ago

I’ll stay for the night so I can take care of you

delivered | 12:03 pm

just grabbing few things for my baby and I’ll be there soon.

delivered | 12:30 pm

it’s raining heavily and now I’m stuck in traffic

delivered | 1:01 pm

I’m here!

delivered | 1:44 pm

baby? are you home? I'm here

delivered | 1:51 pm

don’t know where u at but I’ll be here waiting at your front door :(

delivered | 1:56 pm

after reading his texts, you rush to the door. there’s no way that man will wait for those hours outside your front doo-

indeed, he’s in front of your door, waiting for you to open up to him as he’s sitting on the ground. besides him, a couple of light brown paper bags, his backpack, and a bouquet of flowers are also laying on the cold cement.

“hi my pretty!” he cheerfully greeted you, rushing to get up from the ground. jungkook walks up to you with a smile full of relief and happiness as if he wasn’t wasting his time for two hours waiting for you right there.

you attempt to avoid his gaze, your eyes examine his black long sleeve that really fits him nice and is damp.

“come in, you should change your clothes.” you mutter coldy

it’s inevitable to not be concerned that he got wet from the rain. Even if you don’t wanna let him in, it will guilt you if he gets ill.

jungkook does what he was told, gathering all the stuff he brings with him and steps into your flat. he feels the strange coldness as soon as he lands his eyes on yours. something isn’t right. something is wrong with you.

He settles his things by your couch and changes into a new oversized t-shirt in front of you. after changing, he reaches for the paper bags to show you the things he got.

“look baby, I got you your favorite drink, some pastries, i know how much you lov-”

“thank you, but you shouldn’t have. I told you to not come” your stern voice cuts him off before he finishes his sentence. you’re trying to keep your cool. your tone is full of nothing but seriousness. not a hint of sweetness in them, which makes jungkook tilt his head on the side, confused by your odd attitude.

“but baby, I just wanted to be here to take care of you.” he insists. by all means, he won’t listen to what you say.

“I hate when you do this” you sigh

“did i do something wrong? are you mad at me?” he attempts to reach you, but you’re too quick to avoid his touch. “tell me what’s wrong baby, please” Jungkook added once more. he doesn’t understand why you avoid him.

“do you treat your other girls like this too?” you ask, eyes shooting lasers at his. an anger rushes through you as the thoughts of him spoiling girls other than you.

“my pretty, what are you talking about?” Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, looking down closely to you. where are you getting these notions from?

“my friend saw you last night”

it took him a couple seconds to remember

“listen to me baby, whoever I was with, she meant nothing” Jungkook defends himself quickly, reaching for your hand, trying to reassure you that she’s insignificant.

it’s not working.

“I just wish you could’ve told me we weren’t exclusive.” you said wipe a tear from your upper cheek before it could roll down further.

“or maybe I was just dumb to assume we were since you initially told me you liked me, I'm sorry, I don’t really know how this whole thing works” you dryly chuckle, honestly admitting to him that you’ve never been in this type of complicated situation before. now you feel like a fool, getting mad at him for something you can’t hold against him.

jungkook shakes his head, reaching for you one more time, placing his gentle on the side of your face, caressing it. you did nothing as you stood still.

“no, i’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I do like you. I still do and that won’t change. I was just so drunk last night and could barely remember what happened. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

but somewhere deep down is telling you that he’s only sorry because he got caught.

“you’re free to do whatever you want, Jungkook. I don’t think we’re on the same page so it will be best if we don’t see each other anymore” you articulate as best as you could.

you don’t want to let him go, due to the fact that you’re growing so much feelings towards him. it’s almost as if you’re enamored. but that’s also the same reason why you must let him go. you must, or you’ll get hurt deeper.

“y/n, please don’t say that”

“No, you know how much I like you. you know how much I value you. yet in return, I feel like I’m just a plaything to you that you can play with whenever you want.”

“that’s not true baby, you know that” Jungkook protests, shaking his head. the main problem is you don't. you absolutely have no idea of his motives for pursuing you. is he doing it because he's falling for you too? or he's just playing one of those games. those dangerous games you won't involve yourself with.

he’s looking for words to proves you that his feelings were genuine, but fails to. maybe because he never knows how to show his real feelings. or maybe he was never genuine to start with.

"I'm not one of your playthings. so just— ” you pause, shifting your eyes on the ground. “go away"

Jungkook locks his gaze to you, hoping you will look back at him and take back what you said. but he can read you face and make it seem like he’s not welcome there anymore.

without any words, he leaves, leaving you accompanied with melancholy.

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i-love-you-just-the-same · 8 months ago

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im thinking about meeting the 141 as young boys at a summer camp. all of these are gonna be separate camps/scenarios because they're all kinda spread out in age.

kyle has always been a social butterfly and always is adopting introverts. at the ripe age of nine, he has a better, more loyal following than most cult leaders. however, he's intrigued by little you, with the bandaids on their knees and a hesitant, toothy smile. shows you around, attached to your hip soon after. follows you around all week, makes sure you're on all his teams for any of the games. overjoyed when you give him an origami pet you made in crafts class. even happier when he learns you're both going to the same school next year. even though you've only been friends for a short five days, he's absolutely enamored by you. on the last day of camp, kyle presses a shy kiss to your lips. smiles when he learns it was your very first one. he can't wait to be all of your firsts (and give you his).

johnny was shy when he saw you on the first day. you were very capable at everything that had been thrown at you so far and he felt so.... inadequate. especially when he lost to you at the archery range. hurt his pride, but he mooned at you from across the table. followed you around like a lost puppy until you'd acknowledge him, gave him a little pat. johnny was elated when you picked him to be on your soccer team! he loved that you had noticed him over all the other options you had. gives you your favorite treat from the dining hall when they ran out before you could get one. johnny works hard to be at your side all week and to be your rival in everything (even if it's not a competition). only lets you call him johnny, anyone else gets a "fuck yew" (im not scottish at all, more of a graves) or a smack on the head. gets your address when it's all over, and you better expect him at your door within the next few days. has to show you how much you mean to him, bonnie.

simon is so so so nervous about the whole summer overnight camp thing. only went because tommy wanted to go, and he couldn't let him go alone. simon's practically shaking when he stands by himself with his tray for that first meal at the dining hall. you, standing behind him, are nearly in the same state, but you still manage to ask if he wants to sit with you. he becomes your shadow. he likes it when you talk, loves to listen and learn more about you. tommy like you too, which is a plus. holds your hand at the firepit circles, only wants you around. you're his little kitten to protect and hold. he makes you both matching bracelets. shakes when he shows you they match and is so happy when you're overenthusiastically jumping about it. simon's cheeks are tinted a light pink when you kiss his cheek in goodbye after those fond days. you're both inseparable after camp ends.

john is a counsellor at a kid's camp for a few bucks over the summer. six grueling weeks with the little squeakers, what has he got himself into. nearly dies with all the sweaty, screaming fuckers everywhere and decides he's not cut out for this shit. he's always so confused but is putty when you step in to kiss a bandaid or hold a hand. he's unable to comprehend how you move so seamlessly through the little bastards. always seeking you out for advice or a helping hand through the weeks you spend together. you both sit on some steps outside one of the cabins after 'light's out' to talk most nights, and its then he realizes how special you are. shows you a scrape on his elbow and nearly dies when you "kiss it better." john tells you he's gonna take you out when the weekend comes and show you a great time somewhere far, far away from these screaming gremlins. by the end of the six weeks, he's made you a ring from a heart shaped rock and two paperclips.

f in the chat for everyone single (me included) and all camp counsellors

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byte-your-tongue · 2 months ago

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How They Wrap Your Presents Pt. 1 (Obey Me! SWD Brothers)

(Platonic, GN Reader)

AN: Recently got access to my old obswd account after over two years of not being able to play!! ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ im excited about that + the holidays so here yall go take some sill lil hcs. these are pretty christmas focused but if anyone wants an edited version where i remove that and make it more generic what holiday is being talked about just let me know! part two with the other characters will hopefully be up soon!

Lucifer:

His presents look neat but maybe a little bit boring compared to some of the others on this list

They are tastefully wrapped in a simple solid color metallic wrapping paper with no ribbon.

He wouldn't pick out a wrapping paper with a pattern because he thinks it looks sort of silly or childish or "too much"

He doesn't use sticker labels, instead attaching a small piece of paper or card with his elegant cursive handwriting on it addressing it to you from him.

He will leave your present under the tree in the HOL and look on with pride when you open it christmas day.

He may get onto you if you try to shake it to figure out what it is early, telling you to be patient and that it will be worth the wait.

Mammon:

He could have taken the easy way out and put your presents in a bag but he wants to wrap them himself.

This of course leads to a disaster with wrapping paper scraps everywhere and him covered in tape. He probably also somehow manages to cut himself with the scissors at one point.

Your present may look like a disaster but it's wrapped with love.

Sure he could have asked someone like Asmo to help him out but he selfishly wanted the present to be only from him alone, with no one else helping him.

He would probably pick out a very basic pattern like snowflakes or something.

He doesn't put a tag on it (which is probably for the best, his handwriting is atrocious)

He's sort of embarrassed of how it turned out and doesn't put it under the tree before christmas, choosing instead to hand it to you directly on christmas morning.

If you tell him you like the wrapping despite how it looks he will be over the moon and blushing like a tomato.

Mammon is overjoyed to see you so happy because of him, and commits this moment to memory forever.

Leviathan:

I don't think he would be very confident in his wrapping skills, instead choosing to give you a gift bag instead.

Plus it's just easier that way! No fiddling with wrapping paper and tape.

It's not like a gift bag is an any way less good than a wrapped present, but after seeing Asmo's gorgeous gift to you sitting under the tree he gets worried you won't like his.

So he decides to customize the bag for you, drawing your favorite character on it.

He puts your gift inside, adds some simple tissue paper, and adds it to the small pile of gifts already under the tree.

On christmas day when you finally open his gift he's anxious you won't like it. When you beam at him and tell him you love it and compliment the drawing on the bag he feels like he could pass out from joy.

Satan:

Satan for sure is going to make your gift look good.

He is careful and meticulous with the wrapping, not an inch out of place with perfect folds.

He might pick out a simple pattern that just has holiday colors on it. Nothing too intense but still festive.

He is the first one i've talked about so far who would add a ribbon. Something thin and shiny wrapped across both axis of the present and tied up with perfect curls.

He adds a simple tag that has your and his names on it in neat print.

He will add his present to the pile, admiring the other ones already there.

When you finally get his present you almost don't want to open it, admiring how it looks.

He will be happy if you like his gift, smiling warmly at you.

Asmodeus:

You KNOW Asmo is going all out on wrapping your presents.

Your present is wrapped in the most adorable sparkly paper he could find and topped with a big bow and ribbons.

Your presents from him are very cute without being over the top.

He is very excited for the holidays, picking out your presents and wrapping them before anyone else had even found anything for you.

He spends a lot of time wrapping your presents perfectly and making sure not a single piece of ribbon is out of place.

Beelzebub:

He doesn't really know what do so he goes to Asmo for help. Beel is one of the only people here who doesn't mind asking for help, and he knows Asmo would be perfect for this.

Beel picks out the paper and gets Asmo to help him wrap it so of course it comes out cute looking.

The first paper Beel wanted to use had a cute little pattern with gingerbread men on it, but he did in fact eat some of the paper while Asmo was trying to wrap.

After that the two of them decided another choice of wrapping paper might be better if they want your gift to survive.

Beel adds a sticker to it that addresses the gift to you from him and places it under the tree.

Belphegor:

Belphie is NOT wrapping your present.

He's not even putting in in a gift bag.

The bare minimum he would do is slap a simple bow on it and calls it done.

Since your present isn't wrapped he doesn't put it under the tree, instead waiting till christmas and giving it to you directly.

He may not have put a lot of thought into the wrapping, but he did put a lot of time and effort into picking out your present so he really hopes you like it.

#thank you will stetson songs and covers and deco music for being the only things keeping me going while i write #✧byte writes✧#x reader #platonic x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me imagines

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