You might know me as 𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙞! But I've never actually posted an introduction about myself, to my ignorance I had completely forgotten about that on my first day here!
Since we're here now, I might as well introduce myself now!
Hello! This is an edit, very obviously, but I've made a boundary list for whoever wants to make a request in writing or anything! :)
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My music taste:
Indie rock, R&B, J-pop, hip-hop, rock, jazz, pop, classical even!
Favorite artists:
Tally hall,
mac DeMarco,
eyedress,
lana Del ray,
the Smith's,
matt maltese,
weezer,
lisa ono,
jack stauber,
mother mother,
Marina and the diamonds,
Micheal Jackson,
ATTARASHI GAKKO!,
The weeknd,
Ariana Grande.
and more!
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Favorite manhwa characters - ( 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 )
Zoe park - lookism
Gaeul - viral hit
Kim Miru - lookism
And more!
Favorite manhwa characters - ( 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 )
Jinho - viral hit
Hobin yu - viral hit
Dokja - omniscient readers viewpoint
Jonggun Park - Lookism
Jihoon Lee - Lookism
Kim Gimyung - Lookism
And more!
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Favorite celebrity - ( 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 )
Britney Spears
Christina Aguilera
Favorite celebrity - ( 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 )
Christian bale
Björn Andresen
I don't really know a lot of celebs, but these are the ones I like 𐚁๋࣭⭑ֶָ֢
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Favorite colors;
Royal purple, velvet red, navy blue, hazel brown, rose gold, forest green. Cobalt Blue, azure blue and sky blue, also white
Common favorite colors;
Purple, black, white, brown, blue.
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Hobbies:
-Cooking
-Sculpting
-Drawing
-Reading
-Writing
-Gardening
-Martial Arts (Specifically Judo, BJJ //back then, and wrestling. I used to train in these but I don't anymore since I'm too crammed by college)
Overall, just a wide range, I tend to fiddle around a bit and learn in vast areas
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Fandoms im in;
PTJ comics (General works),
omniscient reader's viewpoint (ORV),
kimetsu no yaiba (KNY),
junji ito collection,
mouth washing,
love, sam,
12 Minutes,
This bed we made,
jujutsu Kaisen (JJK),
the apothecarydiaries,
mob psycho 100,
dungeon meshi,
mobile legends bang bang (MLBB),
Castlevania,
saiki k,
Koro sensi,
final Fantasy,
SCP Foundation,
Faith: The unholy Trinity,
Blood of Zeus
Veil
And more!
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Platforms I'm on!
Pinterest - kiariiiii_3
X / Twitter - kiarii_3
Reddit - kiariri11
Mostly, I'm not that much active on these platforms, the others where I am are personal 😋
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I want to make mutuals/ friends on this app, I also wish to create a platform some day and hope to see people enjoy more of my works 😶🌫️
---I'm generally friendly too, so I don't bite I can assure you! Feel free to follow and reach out if you want to be mutuals... Generally speaking, I'm guilty of not really adding a lot of the people who follow me since I'm too shy too.. So forgive me ᵕ᷄≀ ̠ᵕ᷅
But I will add people back if they reach out! So feel free to! My inbox is always open.
I'm Kiri, noting down that I will be taking a short hiatus, thanks to my mental health crisis, I have been talking to a professional therapist with sorting out my personal issues,
I just wish to not come off brash as to disappear without anything to say, and just give some clarity before I hop off the app!
The only apps I'm currently available/active on daily is on either TikTok or Instagram if any mutuals wish to talk to me personally, I usually use these apps for my own entertainment... But overall the others I have been a poltergeist.
Kindly, just to reassure you I will get back as soon as I can, feed the people who enjoy my content and that I say, thank you so so much for staying/sticking around with me, the support was such a help to make me overcome my usually pessimistic thoughts that cloud me. I genuinely enjoyed every second here, and loved reading everyone's comments. Your likes, any small interaction brings a smile to my face..
I’m crying and smiling at the same time 😭😭 This outfit is cursed as hell, but the art is so insanely good and it fits James perfectly. Oh my god, I’m actually hyperventilating 😭😭
Satoru Lee? James Gojo? Lol. Both my faves in one frame and the fact they both are quite similar too😚
# SYNOPSIS : you try to turn your mean boyfriend into a sub!
content. 18+ MDNI! | use of aphrodisiacs (yes, I know this is probably not how aphrodisiacs work or even at all but for the sake of entertainment, let's just say they do!)
note. this is my second time writing something... heh... spicy (be nice) anyways imma jus drop this here and go read steel ball run :D
credits. this work is owned by @k-aay on tumblr. please dont steal my work! (i do not proof read, sorry for any mistakes !!)
After three years of dating your boyfriend, Ryomen Sukuna, you’ve yet to come to terms with the fact that he’d never grovel. He’d never beg, and he’d never play into your little “submissive” kinks. But was that going to stop you from trying?
Never.
“Babeee!” you whine, lying on top of him as he rests on his stomach. “C’mon, just consider it!”
“Woman, I said, ‘no.’ Now leave me alone.” Your cheek lay flat on his hard back as you traced his tattoos with your fingertip.
“You’re supposed to do it for me. Y’know… out of love.” Your last resort was guilt tripping. Surely that’d work on your kind-hearted boyfriend, who would never let you down—
“I’d rather cut my dick off than… beg for you,” Sukuna said it with a trace of disgust in his tone. Like the mere thought of getting on his knees for you was a crime that would deflate his ego. “If you want me to fuck you, I can do that. But you’re not getting me to indulge in your kinky shit. So quit being a brat.”
“Asshole,” you spat, placing your hand on the couch beside him to push yourself up.
“I can fuck you there, if that’s what you’d like.” You could feel how proud he was of that comment, which earned him a slap on the ass before you skidaddled away to your room.
‘What a fucking buzzkill,’ you thought, taking your phone out of the back pocket of your pants to scroll through social media. That’s when you came across a post, a rather risky one, to be exact. The video was about couples, chocolates, and Valentine’s Day. But one small detail caught your eye and sent the gears in your brain turning.
You switched to Google as you began to conduct some research. Research that you would never commit to on a normal day. You read an article. The article was brief, exciting, and probably biased in all the wrong ways. Long story short, the article was actually an ad. But you were already sold. You clicked on the website and checked the prices of their product. Not fucking sold enough.
You let out a whine, your fingers running through your hair in frustration as you paced around the bedroom. Then it clicked.
You made your way back into the living room, where Sukuna remained resting on the couch. You stop in front of his territory and kneel down to his face level.
“Where’s your wallet?” you question.
“Table. Why?” he answers.
“I’m being a good girlfriend and buying chocolate for you. See how I actually care about what my partner wants and I—”
“You’re buying me chocolate with my money and stroking your own fucking ego about it. The answer’s still no, woman.” Sukuna turns away, his back facing you.
“It’s the thought that counts!” He lets out a grunt in response. Any remaining arguments in your mind, weighing the pros and cons about this decision, were now gone. You were doing this.
You were going to try aphrodisiacs on your boyfriend.
5 DAYS LATER
Days have gone by since you ordered the chocolate, and you have been waiting with bated breath. So when your doorbell rang, and a golden, heart-shaped box with a pink ribbon around it showed up on your doorstep, you were ecstatic. You quickly got the box inside and opened it. The chocolate looked normal, like every other fancy and overpriced treat. Perfect.
There was a card on top of the tray of chocolates. In cursive writing, it read:
‘Slick on the lips, a spark in the chest,
Patience unravels, restraint laid to rest.
What once stayed willful starts craving the stage,
This sugar ignites a beautiful change.
Sharpness turns soft, the careful grows brave,
One bite at a time, composure misbehaves.’
Kinky… you liked it. You turned the card around, which had the instructions and warnings written on it:
‘The recommended amount is 1 piece. Do not exceed 3 pieces within a 24-hour period. This product is intentionally rich and concentrated. This product is not intended for rapid or continuous eating—’
Blah, blah, blah. All you took from that was not to eat more than three in one day. Simple. You threw the card in the trash, and as you were about to store the chocolates somewhere safe, the doorbell rang.
“Babe, could you get that?” All you got was a grunt in response, which was most definitely a ‘Fuck no,’ in his lazy language. “Ugh, you’re so damn irritating.” As you walked over to the door, you opened it and got introduced to the face of your sweet, old neighbour.
“Sorry to bother you, miss. But could I borrow some sugar? I seem to have run out,” she asks, holding a measuring cup in her hands. Your heart melts at the sight, and you nod immediately, gently taking the cup from her.
“Of course! How do you need, ma’am?” You step aside, letting the old woman inside your house.
“A cup would be great, sweetie. Thank you so much.”
“Aw, no worries!” Making your way to the kitchen, you were met with the most horrific sight. Sukuna had his face stuffed with chocolates and had an extra one in his hand. Your jaw dropped, but you had a mission. You quickly got out the entire bag of sugar from your cabinet and gave it to the old lady along with her measuring cup, sending her confused self on her jolly way. The second the door shut, you let out the most earth-shattering scream.
“What the fuck—”
“You idiot!” you yell, stomping towards the kitchen, grabbing the box from him. “Why’d you eat all of it!?”
“The hell are you yelling for? You said it was for me before you bought it, didn’t you?” Both your hands slap onto each side of his face, turning his head to analyze any difference in his appearance as if the chocolates were gonna turn him into an alien.
“How many did you eat?!”
“I don’t fucking know… six… or seven?” (pls don’t unfollow)
You were fucked.
“What’s the problem?” Sukuna takes your hands in his, removing them from his face as he raises a brow in confusion. “You’re acting as if I ate poison or somethin’.”
Right. He didn’t know. Technically, if he never found out, this didn’t have to be your fault. With the harsh side effects he was most definitely going to face, you could just tell him that he was ovulating. Surely, he would believe that.
“No, no. It’s nothing.” You smiled sweetly, took the chocolates, and ran into your bedroom. You immediately took your phone out and conducted even more research. Your fingers tapped rapidly across your screen, searching up things like: ‘What can overconsumption of aphrodisiac chocolates cause?’ or ‘Will my boyfriend die if he ate 3 or 4 more of the recommended amount of aphrodisiac chocolates?’ and lastly, ‘Will I die because my boyfriend ate 3 or 4 more of the recommended amount of aphrodisiac chocolates which I ordered without him knowing?’
Obviously, Google was no help to you. So you went straight back to the card you threw out. It sat on top of your trash can before you picked it out, and you read it thoroughly this time.
‘The recommended amount is 1 piece. Do not exceed 3 pieces within a 24-hour period. This product is intentionally rich and concentrated. This product is not intended for rapid or continuous eating as it is only intended for occasional indulgence, not daily consumption. Effects from the chocolate normally set after five to ten minutes.
Overconsumption may result in:
Intensified sexual desire
Intensified emotional and physical responsiveness
Difficulty sleeping or winding down
Heightened irritability or impatience
A noticeable change in one’s normal personality.’
Questions were flooding through your mind: What the fuck did the last one even mean? Is this chocolate even legal?
“You’re acting weird. What are you reading?” Sukuna sneaks up on you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he tries to steal a glance at what was consuming all your attention. But before he could look, you threw the card to God knows where.
You turn around and chuckle nervously, “Haha— nothing! What are you doing in the kitchen still?” His brows furrow in suspicion.
“You’re hiding somethi—”
“No, you’re hiding something,” you retort almost too quickly. He steps forward, backing you against the island countertop. “Wh-what’s up?” You held your breath as he set both his hands beside you on the counter. He doesn’t answer, he just stares, letting his heated glare answer him instead.
“… I’m going out to get us food. Gimme a kiss before I leave.”
You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. You leaned in closer, placing a kiss on his lips. He melted into the kiss instantly, returning it with softness that was unlike him. As you pulled away, you analyzed him for any shift in behaviour. None. You were in the clear. Maybe those chocolates were just a scam.
“Make sure you get breaded wings instead of the ones you got last time, ‘kay?” You say it casually, already turning away, relief loosening your spine like a weight lifted off your shoulders. But behind you, nothing.
No grunt, no insult, no lazy acknowledgment. Just the faint jingle of keys… stopping. You don’t notice a thing until you make it to the living room. You feel an arm wrapped around your waist. The air feels thicker, warmer, pressing against your skin in a way that makes you suddenly too aware of your own breathing.
“…Don’t move.” His voice is low. Tense. You went still.
A flicker of unease curls in your stomach. “You okay?”
“I don’t know…” His head buries into your neck, as if he’s trying to get as close to you as possible. “You always talk so much,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “Why does it sound better right now?” Your pulse stutters. You try turning around, an attempt to at least put some distance between the two of you.
“Sukuna—” He reaches out without thinking. His arms close around your waist even tighter, just firm enough to keep you there. The contact sends a visible shudder through him, his shoulders hitching like he didn’t expect it to feel like that.
“… Fuck,” he breathes. “I said don’t move…”
You place a hand over his forehead, “You’re burning up. Do you feel sick?” He doesn’t answer. His thumb drags once over the skin peeking under your shirt.
“You’re warm,” he says. “Too warm.”
“That’s just body heat.”
“No.” His grip tightens a fraction. “It’s different.” He swallows. You can tell by the way Sukuna suddenly exhales hard that the chocolates were now taking effect.
You place your hands on his, untangling them from you slowly. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll get you some water?” Normally, that would earn you a glare. A scoff. A ‘don’t tell me what to do.’
Instead, he hesitates. Then he pulls you with him as he moves to the couch, letting go of your wrist. When he sits, he doesn’t release you.
“I’m sitting down as you asked me to do, okay? Just—fuck—stay…” He pulls you until you’re directly in front of him, standing between his legs. Sukuna looks up at you, “Please.” You stay still. His hand slides from your wrist to your waist once again, fingers splaying like he’s bracing himself.
His grip isn’t possessive; it’s desperate. Like letting go would make everything spike again. “You did this to me,” he admits quietly. “You made me feel… so fucking pathetic. Fix it.”
You ran your fingers through his hair by instinct, but you fixed your face into something concerned, something gentle. But inside, there’s a slow, wicked curl of satisfaction blooming in your chest.
“You’re not pathetic,” you murmur, thumb brushing his temple like you’re soothing a headache instead of savoring the fact that Ryomen Sukuna just said please to you.
He lets out a harsh laugh that dies halfway through. “Whatever. Just… do something about it,” he mutters, forehead dropping forward until it presses against your stomach. “Please— just help me.” His grip tightens, fingers digging into your hips like anchors. “I—” He swallows. Hard. “I need you.”
Your breath hitches. Not with fear, but with the thrill of it. You lace your fingers together behind his neck, pretending it’s to steady him. Really, you’re testing. Pushing. Seeing how far he’ll bend.
“Kuna—”
“Anything,” he says softly. “Anything you want— I need you so fucking bad. Please, just do something. Anything.” He looks up at you sharply, eyes dark and unfocused. You hide your smile by brushing his bangs back, letting your soft actions speak for you.
“Then listen to me,” you say calmly. “Let me take care of you.”
“…Okay,” he says, barely audible.
The word settles between you, heavy and intimate and earned. He leans into your touch like it’s instinct, arms locked around you, desperate but obedient in a way you’ve never seen before.
And for the first time since you ordered those chocolates, you realize… This might be even better than you imagined.
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“See how much you’re enjoying this?” you teased, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles just to watch his face twist with desperation. “All that big talk before about not liking this— look at you now.” A sharp gasp tore from his throat as you lifted yourself just enough to let his tip catch on your entrance, not letting him sink into you just yet. Sukuna’s arm was thrown over his eyes as his face was tilted to the side, hiding his flushed self from you.
“F-fuck, ‘Kuna—” Your nails dig into the sweat-slick skin of his chest as his hands dig into your thighs. “Wh-what’d you say again? You’d rather cut your own dick off than beg for me?” Your hand grabs his face, turning him towards you. “Then fucking do it. Beg.”
You knew you were pushing it. That the second these stupid chocolates wore off, you may not find yourself alive the next day. But—god—you were having so much fun with him right now.
He broke almost instantly. His face twisted as another sob tore from his chest. Those cursed red eyes, dark and glazed with desperation, while his fingers dug into your thighs even harder. “Please… please, baby, I— fuck—!”
You roll your hips torturously slow, just enough to keep him on the edge but not enough to give him any real relief. His voice cracks, like he couldn’t hold back the way he was begging for you if he tried. “Pleasepleaseplease… I-I’ll do anything, j-just please, baby—” A filthy, needy plea. Every fiber of his being ached to be inside you when he was like this.
You couldn’t help the smirk that found its way to you at his voice. The second you sank down on him, a guttural, “F-fuck—!” ripped from his throat as he bottomed out inside you. His hands flew to your hips, fingers digging bruises into your skin. “S-so good!” He sobbed out between ragged breaths, his cock twitching like it was trying to cum already just from how tight you felt around him.
“Hah—! ‘Kuna!” you moan, watching as every bounce of your hips had his face contort with pleasure. Slamming down onto him in one sharp motion just to hear his voice break, his cock felt oversensitive but still hard enough to make you cry out.
“F-fuckin’ hell—” he gasps. His hands lock around your hips like iron, drunk on the way your pussy clamps around him like it was trying to steal every last drop. You rode him harder now, each snap of your hips driving his length deeper with a filthy slap of skin as you chased your release. “Shit— baby, s-slow down—”
A sob wavered from his throat when you didn’t. “Please—fuck—!” You clenched around him again, finally cumming with a loud moan.
“F-fuck—Kuna—! ‘M cumming!”
He followed soon after, spilling into you in hot, pulsing waves while trembling. He was drunk on the pleasure, and the way there was nothing left now but shaky breaths tangled together between the two of you.
You thought that was the end of it. You really did… Until you felt him shift underneath you, and before you knew it, you found him on top of you. Sukuna had you pinned to the couch, his hand sliding under your knee to bring it over his shoulder.
“You had your fun, yeah? We’re still not done with this.”
Being on Gitae’s side isn’t for the weak. To him you’re nothing more than perhaps a plaything. He’s not a man for Romance, but that doesn’t make him a man that can’t feel love. You’re sure he can. In his own twisted distorted way. It’s just a matter of if he really wants to change or not. You can’t change him, and you don’t try to. It’s a man’s own responsibility to change for what he wants, it should come from within your own self, not a force outside. And frankly, you hadn’t really expected to meet Gitae after some years. Now you were just some girl who worked for James. It wasn’t thrilling. Too dangerous yet there was no fun in it at all. James just being a politician and trying to be humane and empathetic. It’s so fake you almost wonder if he would make it if he was an actor….probably. He’d find a way somehow to make it work. You didn’t really get james’ goal, nor how he would accomplish it by bringing someone as evil as Gitae to his side. You’re pretty sure James will get rid of Gitae when he’s done with him. But it’s another thing if you’re sure that James can kill Gitae. You don’t doubt James skill, ha can make it happen in some way or form, but would Gitae go down so easily? Ofcourse not.
‘Hey. You.’ ‘What.’ Your tone came out a little harsher than you intended. Yes you were annoyed. But Gitae seemed to like it more than anything else. He was even wearing robes when you were around the house when you came over. You’re not even sure what you were supposed to do, its pretty clear both James and Gitae have something to do with it. They’re not necessarily friends, but rivals also seem to be a bit stretched. They’re….acquaintances at best. And they both seem content with that. So you were content with it too. although…you have a but of a…apple to slice with James. You were supposed to be his bodyguard, for show ofcourse, James doesn’t need anyone looking after him. He can handle it himself, and he doesn’t like having others pry into his personal business. So when you do get to be in his presence, he just lets you do what you want. Unless he has tasks, but those are usually easy to do. Killing isn’t your thing so you gather information most of the time. And by some miracle or curse, James decided that your next task was to be Gitae’s bodyguard. Who also didn’t need one but it was once again for show. Probably. Is this what Goo and Gun felt?….it’s boring. Sigh. ‘Get me my pipe.’ ‘Get it yourself, i’m your bodyguard not your maid’ You told Gitae, scratching the back of your head. Just because you had some type of history with Gitae years ago doesn’t mean the two of you were friendly. And it wasn’t any interesting history either. You just slept with him once. And it was okay. That’s all it was, nothing special either. Your back pressed against the wall. Gitae’s hand gentler than normal, bus still firm enough to get his point across. Too much disobedience. Too much talking back. You’re not a dog. And if it comes to employment, your James’ emplyee. Not Gitae’s. ‘You know better than to talk to me like that, Don’t you?’ You scoffed, it wasn’t intentional, it just flipped out. But your scoff did seem to have get out a reaction from Gitae. Even if it was only the slight raise of an eyebrow and his eyes still stayed same with just a tiny bit of amusement. ‘Yes i do.’ It came out begrudgingly, but it was how you felt. Ever since you slept with Gitae that day, he seemst to think he has some form of control over you. It’s not love, you’re sure of that. Love isn’t like that, love isn’t ugly. And it was never your intention to make him think that you did love him. After all he was the one who said he hates romance. You just gave him what he wanted. Gitae noticed the shift in your demeanor and gave you a grin. It wasn’t confident. It was straight up arrogant. And you disliked that. The only person you tolerate that being is James, he is your boss after all, so it makes sense. Arrogance just because he slept with you…well. That’s most men for you. ‘Just because we hooked up once doesn’t mean you can act like we have something special.’ The two of you weren’t even exes. Hell, you never really even gave it a second thought. And you were sure until now that he hadn’t either. A rather wide grin made it’s way into the man’s lips. His hand dropping from your chin, just staring at you in smugness. Like he’s looking at a lab experiment, not a human being. You honestly wanted to sigh. James better give you a bonus for putting up with this man. Gitae leaned down, getting closer to your ear. You didn’t flinch. It was part of the job to have him be condescending. ‘But i was your first after all.’ His voice was just barely a whisper, a little hoarse too. But all that it radiated was arrogance. How could someone be so wrong? ‘Are not.’ You said to Gitae, not breaking your composure, but shifting to the side to get him away from your ear. You never liked someone having invade your personal space. Nor get too close. With anyone else you probably would’ve started something. But this is Gitae. Your client. You can’t anger him, it would not only be a bad idea for you but it might bother James in the process and James does NOT like to be bothered when he does something.
You had a sinking feeling. The air had been sucked out the room, you knew that but there was no salvaging it now. Your eyes were still just staring straight ahead. But you could practically feel the burn of Gitae’s eyes on you. But you had to remain professional….he was the one who said something untrue anyways… ‘Who was it.’ Gitae’s voice was eerie flat. You could feel a few goosebumps. Your ears burning slightly. But you still didn’t answer him. Why was it any of his business? You never ever made him believe he was your first. Nor was it your intention if he took it the wrong way. ‘I can’t say. The person values their privacy a lot.’ Gitae hummed. An amused hum parents always do when they figured out their child is lying. But the hum didn’t last long, soon it was met with laughter. Laughter you weren’t sure came out of amusement or offense and it was honestly a bit disturbing. Your eyes struggled a bit to not look at Gitae. You knew he would want you to look at him. But…is it safer to? ‘Is it who I think it is?’ You didn’t react. Just a slight swallow. Yes. What Gitae was thinking was probably right. But it’s not like it was intentional. You guys tried. It didn’t work. And that ways okay. The two of you tried and handled it maturely. ‘I cannot say.’ You responded. The tension seemed to get to you, the back of your neck felt itchy. Your throat felt a little dry. Shit. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Is he angry? Gitae’s hand slammed into the wall next to you. Your eyes twitching just a bit. You felt the wind. Felt the dust that came free from the destroyed wall. Your eyes casted down onto the floor. Meeting Gitae’s eyes meant he wanted answers. And you didn’t want to give him more information than was intended. ‘Tell me. I won’t ask again.’ The command made you stiffen….James would understand would he? No no no, if James wanted you to keep it a secret he would’ve told you and not made you go on a mission involved with Gitae…besides…James seemed more reasonable than an angry Gitae. You huffed. The tension easing just a bit. Your blinking a little faster, but your breath still steady, just a little heavy. ‘Fine…james was my first...’ Gitae blinked. His face going neutral. He didn’t seem angry or irritated anymore. Just…content with the answer he has gotten from you.
Perhaps he already knew and just wanted to hear it from you? Perhaps his silence means he’s even more furious? You don’t know. His eyes are still dead, no grasp of the storm that might come. If it’s even there. ‘How long.’ The question made you uncomfortable. Why was he even so invested in this? It’s not like you or James were in love. It was long ago. Before you even met Gitae. It was just something casual. James found you interesting enough and you found James pretty enough. It wasn’t something that was supposed to last. James prefers being on his own. It was just for experience. Not to mention, this was before you even knew Gitae existed. You were still a teen when you and James dated anyways. ‘I don’t know. A year. Maybe less.’ You and James weren’t even official back then, so it’s hard to say. You could practically feel Gitae’s glare. He probably didn’t believe you. But what else were you supposed to do? You spoke the truth and there really wasn’t anything else to say. It was years ago. Things changed, and frankly it’s none of Gitae’s business. You sighed. Leaning back against the wall, you weren’t sure if you could even feel relieved right now. But…a bit should be okay right? Wrong move. Suddenly, Gitae had grabbed you by the neck. It wasn’t harsh, but it was sudden. His face coming closer to yours. His eyes darker than they used to be. Which you didn’t even know was possible. ‘Have you forgotten who I am?’ The question made you confused, but you didn’t break your composure. Gitae’s lips were dangerously close to yours. You shifted, and once again did Gitae want to show you authority. His hand slamming into the wall next to your head. You could feel the dust particles coming off. You shifted back slightest, once again coming closer to the man. One hand now placed on your neck, and the other next to your head. Trapped again. Your eyes glanced up at him. And his glanced back at you. ‘I have not.’ Your answer made Gitae grunt. He expected as much, Ofcourse you knew what you should and shouldn’t do. But that wouldn’t stop you would it? Even after all this time, the only thing you seem to care about is James. It’s infuriating you know? ‘Then tell me, who do you prefer’ Gitae whispered, his face coming even closer if it’s even possible. He didn’t ask, not like James did. Gitae’s lips pressed onto yours. The two of you still remaining eye contact. His tongue licking your lips, making you winch slightly. It’s not like you didn’t like it. It’s familiar, but still different. You’re more used to James’ style than his. Gitae’s hand moved from your back to your chin, making his fingertips dig into your cheeks. Tilting your head upwards, his tongue trying to reach deeper. His eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Like he once again won from you. You hated that. Your arms wrapping around his neck which took him by surprise, but Gitae didn’t complain. His mind to busy with you and the little randez-vous he was having with you, he lets out a soft sigh when you kiss him back. His hand slowly letting go of your chin, wandering to your hips instead. You could practically imagine already how pleased Gitae was with the result. That was, until his eyes widened slightly, his whole form going still. You pulled back, giving him a rather offended and challenging look. Did you really just bite his tongue?…how dare you? If it wasn’t for the initial shock, you’re sure Gitae would’ve been even more furious then you’ve ever seen him. ‘My shift is over. See you tomorrow, mr Kim.’ Gitae didn’t stop you, nor did he turn around. He let you go and you weren’t about to risk his wrath by rubbing it even more in his face. You quickly walked out of the penthouse. Already dialing in James number. Quickly taking a look over your shoulder to see if Gitae might’ve followed you outside the house. But luckily, he’s hasn’t. You let out a breath of relief. James wasn’t picking up, but he might’ve been on the phone with someone. Whatever, you’ll just make your own way home.
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‘You left me stranded in a crazy man’s house!’ James was sipping on his coffee. Looking rather bored. By your rant rather than annoyed. ‘He wasn’t going to hurt you.’ James said, putting down the cup on a cup stand, he didn’t seem bothered at all. Which you already expected, but it’s the principal!. ‘How do you know that?’ James didn’t answer your question, his coffee seemed more interesting than the ‘tantrum’ you were throwing right now. ‘You did kiss him after all.’ James replied calmly, taking another sip from his coffee. He hadn’t expected you to go straight to his house, but whatever. You were here most of the time anyways. You gave James a long look. How did he know that? Did Gitae tell him?….is that why he didn’t pick up? No…Gitae wouldn’t tell James anything that wasn’t necessary….and you can’t ask James either. If you do you’d practically admit you did it and you can’t deny it afterwards. ‘Whatever….you better pay me well for this. ‘No.’
Note: idk how my brain thought of this lowkey cringe but i post anyway
Pairing: Jonggun x fem! reader
I just be writing bullshit atp bro💔 lowkey made me think of you @iluvparkjonggun cause you my twin 💕✌️
Omfg gun looked bald as hell in early lookism
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‘Hey what happend to the girl you were seeing?’ Jonggun didn’t spare Goo a glance before turning back to his wine. He took a moment before answering Goo’s question. To be honest, he’s not sure what this is that is currently between the two of you. ‘We’re taking a break.’ He told Goo flatly. Goo doesn’t need to know what is happening in between yall’s relationship. It’s fine, the two of you will handle it later. ‘Break? That’s rough man.’ Gun just gave him a shrug that clearly said ‘beats me.’ He didn’t seem to react much to Goo, but that’s Gun for you. ‘I liked her though. She was weird. But cool weird if you know what i mean.’ Goo continues. It was true, Goo and you didn’t know each other that much. You knew him as Gun’s friend. And he knew you as Gun’s girl. Pretty straightforward. Meeting each other was almost always on coincidence. Most of the time Goo just asked you things about Gun in case he can use the information against him. If he ever needed to. Or it was for shits and giggles. You were just happy Gun seemed to even have a friend, even if he was….different to put it softly. Oh well, Gun’s not the most normal person either. Goo wasn’t involved in the relationship, he was more on the side line. Commenting on stuff to piss off Gun. Giving him dating advice Gun never asked for. Telling you that you can do so much better than this ‘loser’ as Goo likes to call him. Gun on the other hand told you that Goo is just annoying so you should ignore him. It was…definitely an interesting dynamic, but you wouldn’t consider Goo a friend of your own and neither did Goo.
‘Dang…are you going to get back with her? Maybe she got tired of you since you’re so lame’ Goo told the other man, chuckling to himself which earned an eye roll from Jonggun. ‘…I just needed space.’ Goo gave the other man a look, but ultimately thought it wasn’t his business so he went back to counting money. Jonggun rolled his eyes again. His mind drifting to you. He hasn’t spoken to you after you two fought. It still bugs him. You weren’t sad. You weren’t angry. You weren’t even annoyed. You just stared at him and shrugged. He doesn’t even remember what it was about, all he remembered was being pissed off at you. It’s not uncommon for him to be like that. It’s one of the only feelings he knows how to express apart from machoism or pleasure when it comes to fighting. You on the other weren’t like that. You were emotional. No it’s not that you cried about everything. You just knew how to recognize it. You assessed, observed, understood and worst of all knew what to say to everything. You always hit the nail on the head with him. You knew what he felt, even if he wasn’t even sure what he felt. You always knew he was irritated before he even expressed it. You were defiant. Especially in that argument he had with you. It was weird. Gun doesn’t need anybody. But you told him he does. Like hell he does. How would you know what he wants?…
CRASH- both Jonggun and Goo turned their head to the window of the apartment. Glass shards laying on their living room. An almost red concrete brick adorning the shards. Did someone really just bust their window with a brick? Goo was the first one to walk up to the window and look outside. The male’s body language stiffened. And so did his laugh. ‘Hey you might want to see this.’ The blonde said to his partner, waving him over to the window. Jonggun didn’t seem impressed, he seemed irritated even. Why the hell did someone break his god damn window? How the hell did they even do it? It’s not like their on the first floor or something. Jonggun walked over to the window, shoving the blonde man to the side. What the hell. Why were you standing in the middle of the street. You looked up at him. And he looked down at you. Goo was there too by the way. ‘I love whatever’s wrong with her.’ Goo said laughing, patting Jonggun on the back who soon shoved the other male into the wall without breaking eye contact with you. You could hear something else from Goo, but since there was a long distance between the street and their apartment floor you just assumed it was a curse. Jonggun was NOT impressed. ‘I was clear in what i told you.’ Jonggun stated, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Your eyes glancing at the cleavage of the robe. ‘…and what the hell are you wearing?’ Jonggun looked at you incredulously. You’re a beautiful woman. Truly. But that outfit was batshit ugly. ‘It’s the 2016 old nostalgic roblox galaxy outfit.’ Gun stared at you for a long time. What the fuck does that even mean?? But whatever…you do you.
‘Hey girl! You remember me?’ Goo spoke up, quickly coming to the window and waving at you. You gave him a wave back. There wasn’t any bad blood between you and Goo after all. ‘Why are you here.’ Gun asked you, this time his voice laced with irritation. ‘You told me you needed space.’ Jonggun clicks his tongue. If you think you’re funny, you’re not funny. Goo may get a heart attack from laughing so hard. But Gun won’t. ‘Leave.’ Goo said, his voice stern but not really having any bite to it. He wasn’t glad to see you. But he didn’t hate seeing you either. Although, you still had that nonchalant look and attitude, the one that always seemed to piss him off even more than Goo. ‘Uh. No?’ Goo let out a gasp, clasping his hands over his mouth before laughing hysterically. He seemed to find the situation funny. Way too funny. Gun grumbled. Clicking his tongue again before taking off his glasses. The air felt thick. Even though he was looking down at you from 3 stories high. His white irises burning into your own eyes. ‘I’ll call the cops if i have to.’ ‘And have them arrest you first?’ Goo laughed even harder now. He knew you were the right choice. Choas always wins. He’s pretty sure you know Gun for way longer than he does. Probably. But that’s what makes it all more amusing. Gun on the other hand let out a frustrated sigh. What should he do with you? You won’t even leave his property. Should he just beat your ass?….. ‘i bought you a car.’ That sentence made both Gun and Goo stop for a second. How the hell did you even have the money for it? And…why? Both Gun and Goo gave each other a confused but also impressed look. Goo gave you a smile before turning to Gun. ‘See? You have to take her back bro.’ Gun grumbled. His eyebrows furrowing, this is some high level shit you’re doing….do you know how much a car is anyway? How did you even afford that on your salary. Gun’s eyebrow twitched. Goo seemed totally smitten that you were willing to but Gun a car, even tugging on the other man’s arm. ‘If you get bored of her….can i have her?’ Goo asked gun in a rather teasingly tone. Normally it wouldn’t bother him. But now? With how you two broke up? With how conflicted he feels about you? With how you couldn’t seem to get out of his mind? With the fact Goo only liked you because you had money? No way in hell. Gun gave Goo a quick elbow the nose. Which made you grunt, but they probably couldn’t hear it since your stories down the building. And outside too. You couldn’t really see what was happening other other than Gun getting pulled from the window and some loud crashing sounds…did they really forget that you were here? After buying Gun a car?….with galaxy print too! He just doesn’t know it yet. So. To take matters into your own hands you climbed up with the help of a pipe. The two of them were still fighting. But stopped when they saw you get into their room with much difficulty. ‘Go help your girl instead of fighting me.’ Goo told Gun who seemed to halt for just a moment, contemplating if he should go and help you, or beat up Goo. In the mean time, you already crawled inti the living room cause of the broken window, moving some of the shards to the side. Eventually, Gun let Goo go with a few gruffes from the both of them. Gun fixing his hair and Goo adjusting his glasses. They both looked fucked up. But it’s how you know the pair. Gun gave you a rather weird look. And you gave him the loon you always gave him. This time with just a small nod. Goo scoffed again. He knew the signs. Gun asked you silently to take him back. And you gave him a nod for a yes. ‘Good job demon eyes. Ruined my chance at getting bank.’
If we go to goo, gun would probably show up in the night by the window with a sign that says ‘i’m sorry (i can’t say it physically)’ or he’d try gaslight himself that it’s not his fault💯
Gun after we go for Goo. Cause he genuinely didn’t think we’d do it lowkey (also Goo breaking bro code💔)
Note: idk how my brain thought of this lowkey cringe but i post anyway
Pairing: Jonggun x fem! reader
I just be writing bullshit atp bro💔 lowkey made me think of you @iluvparkjonggun cause you my twin 💕✌️
Omfg gun looked bald as hell in early lookism
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‘Hey what happend to the girl you were seeing?’ Jonggun didn’t spare Goo a glance before turning back to his wine. He took a moment before answering Goo’s question. To be honest, he’s not sure what this is that is currently between the two of you. ‘We’re taking a break.’ He told Goo flatly. Goo doesn’t need to know what is happening in between yall’s relationship. It’s fine, the two of you will handle it later. ‘Break? That’s rough man.’ Gun just gave him a shrug that clearly said ‘beats me.’ He didn’t seem to react much to Goo, but that’s Gun for you. ‘I liked her though. She was weird. But cool weird if you know what i mean.’ Goo continues. It was true, Goo and you didn’t know each other that much. You knew him as Gun’s friend. And he knew you as Gun’s girl. Pretty straightforward. Meeting each other was almost always on coincidence. Most of the time Goo just asked you things about Gun in case he can use the information against him. If he ever needed to. Or it was for shits and giggles. You were just happy Gun seemed to even have a friend, even if he was….different to put it softly. Oh well, Gun’s not the most normal person either. Goo wasn’t involved in the relationship, he was more on the side line. Commenting on stuff to piss off Gun. Giving him dating advice Gun never asked for. Telling you that you can do so much better than this ‘loser’ as Goo likes to call him. Gun on the other hand told you that Goo is just annoying so you should ignore him. It was…definitely an interesting dynamic, but you wouldn’t consider Goo a friend of your own and neither did Goo.
‘Dang…are you going to get back with her? Maybe she got tired of you since you’re so lame’ Goo told the other man, chuckling to himself which earned an eye roll from Jonggun. ‘…I just needed space.’ Goo gave the other man a look, but ultimately thought it wasn’t his business so he went back to counting money. Jonggun rolled his eyes again. His mind drifting to you. He hasn’t spoken to you after you two fought. It still bugs him. You weren’t sad. You weren’t angry. You weren’t even annoyed. You just stared at him and shrugged. He doesn’t even remember what it was about, all he remembered was being pissed off at you. It’s not uncommon for him to be like that. It’s one of the only feelings he knows how to express apart from machoism or pleasure when it comes to fighting. You on the other weren’t like that. You were emotional. No it’s not that you cried about everything. You just knew how to recognize it. You assessed, observed, understood and worst of all knew what to say to everything. You always hit the nail on the head with him. You knew what he felt, even if he wasn’t even sure what he felt. You always knew he was irritated before he even expressed it. You were defiant. Especially in that argument he had with you. It was weird. Gun doesn’t need anybody. But you told him he does. Like hell he does. How would you know what he wants?…
CRASH- both Jonggun and Goo turned their head to the window of the apartment. Glass shards laying on their living room. An almost red concrete brick adorning the shards. Did someone really just bust their window with a brick? Goo was the first one to walk up to the window and look outside. The male’s body language stiffened. And so did his laugh. ‘Hey you might want to see this.’ The blonde said to his partner, waving him over to the window. Jonggun didn’t seem impressed, he seemed irritated even. Why the hell did someone break his god damn window? How the hell did they even do it? It’s not like their on the first floor or something. Jonggun walked over to the window, shoving the blonde man to the side. What the hell. Why were you standing in the middle of the street. You looked up at him. And he looked down at you. Goo was there too by the way. ‘I love whatever’s wrong with her.’ Goo said laughing, patting Jonggun on the back who soon shoved the other male into the wall without breaking eye contact with you. You could hear something else from Goo, but since there was a long distance between the street and their apartment floor you just assumed it was a curse. Jonggun was NOT impressed. ‘I was clear in what i told you.’ Jonggun stated, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Your eyes glancing at the cleavage of the robe. ‘…and what the hell are you wearing?’ Jonggun looked at you incredulously. You’re a beautiful woman. Truly. But that outfit was batshit ugly. ‘It’s the 2016 old nostalgic roblox galaxy outfit.’ Gun stared at you for a long time. What the fuck does that even mean?? But whatever…you do you.
‘Hey girl! You remember me?’ Goo spoke up, quickly coming to the window and waving at you. You gave him a wave back. There wasn’t any bad blood between you and Goo after all. ‘Why are you here.’ Gun asked you, this time his voice laced with irritation. ‘You told me you needed space.’ Jonggun clicks his tongue. If you think you’re funny, you’re not funny. Goo may get a heart attack from laughing so hard. But Gun won’t. ‘Leave.’ Goo said, his voice stern but not really having any bite to it. He wasn’t glad to see you. But he didn’t hate seeing you either. Although, you still had that nonchalant look and attitude, the one that always seemed to piss him off even more than Goo. ‘Uh. No?’ Goo let out a gasp, clasping his hands over his mouth before laughing hysterically. He seemed to find the situation funny. Way too funny. Gun grumbled. Clicking his tongue again before taking off his glasses. The air felt thick. Even though he was looking down at you from 3 stories high. His white irises burning into your own eyes. ‘I’ll call the cops if i have to.’ ‘And have them arrest you first?’ Goo laughed even harder now. He knew you were the right choice. Choas always wins. He’s pretty sure you know Gun for way longer than he does. Probably. But that’s what makes it all more amusing. Gun on the other hand let out a frustrated sigh. What should he do with you? You won’t even leave his property. Should he just beat your ass?….. ‘i bought you a car.’ That sentence made both Gun and Goo stop for a second. How the hell did you even have the money for it? And…why? Both Gun and Goo gave each other a confused but also impressed look. Goo gave you a smile before turning to Gun. ‘See? You have to take her back bro.’ Gun grumbled. His eyebrows furrowing, this is some high level shit you’re doing….do you know how much a car is anyway? How did you even afford that on your salary. Gun’s eyebrow twitched. Goo seemed totally smitten that you were willing to but Gun a car, even tugging on the other man’s arm. ‘If you get bored of her….can i have her?’ Goo asked gun in a rather teasingly tone. Normally it wouldn’t bother him. But now? With how you two broke up? With how conflicted he feels about you? With how you couldn’t seem to get out of his mind? With the fact Goo only liked you because you had money? No way in hell. Gun gave Goo a quick elbow the nose. Which made you grunt, but they probably couldn’t hear it since your stories down the building. And outside too. You couldn’t really see what was happening other other than Gun getting pulled from the window and some loud crashing sounds…did they really forget that you were here? After buying Gun a car?….with galaxy print too! He just doesn’t know it yet. So. To take matters into your own hands you climbed up with the help of a pipe. The two of them were still fighting. But stopped when they saw you get into their room with much difficulty. ‘Go help your girl instead of fighting me.’ Goo told Gun who seemed to halt for just a moment, contemplating if he should go and help you, or beat up Goo. In the mean time, you already crawled inti the living room cause of the broken window, moving some of the shards to the side. Eventually, Gun let Goo go with a few gruffes from the both of them. Gun fixing his hair and Goo adjusting his glasses. They both looked fucked up. But it’s how you know the pair. Gun gave you a rather weird look. And you gave him the loon you always gave him. This time with just a small nod. Goo scoffed again. He knew the signs. Gun asked you silently to take him back. And you gave him a nod for a yes. ‘Good job demon eyes. Ruined my chance at getting bank.’
Man I really want to draw a picture like that with Otsuyu sometime...
Girl has so many AUs at this point it could be real fun to put them together like this. Maybe not all of them (much like the reference) but yeah, my favourite or most significant >:3c
ALSO if you all don't know the source of this image: It's from "Slay the Princess", which is SUCH a good visual novel - the best I ever played. If you're into horror and have a few bucks to spare go give it a try, it's SO GOOD. Or watch a letsplay if you can't afford spending money.
It's horror, but also... A lovestory AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The narrative, voice acting, music and art is so amazing I could yap about this game for hours tbh xD Also the princess? SLAY!
How can you not drool over this game? >:3c everything is SO GOOD and all those plot-strings??? How the Princess and "The Hero" complement each other in every version????? Chefs. Kiss.
Man I really want to draw a picture like that with Otsuyu sometime...
Girl has so many AUs at this point it could be real fun to put them together like this. Maybe not all of them (much like the reference) but yeah, my favourite or most significant >:3c
ALSO if you all don't know the source of this image: It's from "Slay the Princess", which is SUCH a good visual novel - the best I ever played. If you're into horror and have a few bucks to spare go give it a try, it's SO GOOD. Or watch a letsplay if you can't afford spending money.
It's horror, but also... A lovestory AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The narrative, voice acting, music and art is so amazing I could yap about this game for hours tbh xD Also the princess? SLAY!
How can you not drool over this game? >:3c everything is SO GOOD and all those plot-strings??? How the Princess and "The Hero" complement each other in every version????? Chefs. Kiss.
