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whiny jungkook begging plz

warnings: subby jk, whining/begging, sexual references, implied sex

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A shiver ran through your body as the cool air from the clothing boutique settled on your skin. The goosebumps on your arms don’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. Jungkook’s hand pulls out of yours, the familiar warmth of his tattooed knuckles leaves your grasp. Before you can complain, he’s slipping his jacket off. The smooth ink-stained skin of his right arm no longer covered by the expensive black leather sleeve.  

“I have other ways to warm you up...” Jungkook leans down to drape the jacket over your shoulders while speaking quietly against the shell of your ear. His voice is lacking the usual confidence and bold tone he carries around other people. It’s a breathless soft sound, enough to make you dizzy.  

If you weren’t in public, you’re sure he’d be whining and tugging at the hem of your shirt by now. Luckily, he knew how to behave.  

Deciding to be mean, you grab a lacy black top that would leave little to the imagination before heading to the dressing room. “Can you hold my bag baby?” Jungkook’s eyes widen as he looks at the skimpy fabric in your hand before reaching to hold your bag like the good boyfriend he is. “Don’t you need help adjusting the straps and lace?” His wide eyes are void of anything other than need, pupils fully swallowing irises.  

“No, you can wait here for me, yeah?” You kiss his cheek softly before heading into the change room. The top was difficult to get on, the lace kept getting caught in the straps and folding under the hem, and the size was too small. You quietly peek your head out looking for your boyfriend who’s patiently waiting outside as if he was afraid to do anything without you.  

“Can you get me a size up...?” The sound of your voice causes his head to perk up, big eyes finding yours in an instant. The lost puppy look on Jungkook’s face slipped for a moment, his intention became more than obvious as he approached the curtain. “I’m sure it’ll fit, just let me help you adjust it.” He walks into the change room and closes the curtain behind him before messily leaning into you. The lace top is momentarily forgotten as the warm metal from between his lips is nearly plunged into your mouth, hot and wet.  

“Jungkook we’re in public!” You whisper-shout at him while pushing him off. He stumbles back a step, nearly hitting the small changeroom wall as he looks at you with parted lips and flushed cheeks. His eyes are unfocused and the ring in his lip is coated with saliva – yours or his you’re unsure of. You can see the sliver of skin where his tank top had ridden up over his Calvin Kleins, an obvious strain in his sweats.  

Jungkook leans forward bowing down to your height with unfocused glazed over eyes. “P- please... I need you...” He leans forward, panting into your neck and pulling your hips towards his. “Not here. Can’t you wait until we get home?” You comb your fingers through his black hair while he kisses and sucks on the skin of your neck, small whimpers leaving him after every taste. “No, I need you here, now. Please.”  

Your grip in his hair tightens enough to pull him away from your skin. He looks gone, cheeks flushed, pupils blown, saliva on his swollen lips. “You need to wait. We can leave right now but you need to wait until we’re home.” He lets out a desperate whimper but agrees, trying to smooth out his hair and catch his breath.  

You’re sure he wouldn’t be able to make it to the car.  

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imaginary boyfriend

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Made by @sungchansdimple (aka bestie)

[sungchansdimple]

hellow ∩^ω^∩

if you feel comfortable with it, could you write an anton x gn!reader (fluff and for the length it’s up to you) in which reader is sad and overwhelmed when she comes home so anton take care of them (skincare, reassuring, eating a bit and then go to sleep)? (*´ー｀*)

this has come to me during the rise and realize ep 92 (macau) where shotaro’s being hugged by anton at the end (https://youtu.be/zshzUlTWia4?is=mao_CVThbjIPcqEt)

yep, that is all, have a great day/night

bybyyye (^з^)-☆

such a cute request anon ily

link

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Today had been too much.  

Usually, you tried your best to have a positive attitude, you weren’t necessarily a pessimist, but optimism did not come easily after the day you had. Today had really done you in. Every minor inconvenience led to another big inconvenience, and now as you approach your front door, jeans torn, and top stained with coffee, you can feel hot tears starting to fill your eyes.  

You knew Anton would be worried when you opened the door, but you had been on the verge of crying since 10am and the privacy of your house was all you needed to start breaking down and taking your mask off.  

The lights are off when you walk through the door, and the entrance is quiet and smells like home. Like Anton. You feel the warm tears trail down your cheeks and neck as you silently take your heavy coat and shoes off, hanging your bag on the hook, and tossing your keys in the bowl at the door.  

“Hey...” The voice muffled into your hair was soothing, not as soothing as the arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you into the familiar warmth of your boyfriend’s broad chest. His hand gently moves up to tilt your chin up and wipe away a tear rolling down your cheek. You don’t know why you feel guilty for crying in front of him right now, but there’s something too vulnerable about it. “I’m sorry...” Your voice is quiet, nearly a whisper.  

“Shhh, no, it’s okay don’t apologize. Not for this.” Anton pulls you into a tight hug and cradles your head to his chest. His fingers gently brushing through your hair and down your back.  

... 

After Anton had made you a quick dinner and watched an episode of your favorite show, he turns the TV off and turns to you with a small reassuring smile. “Wanna talk about it or head to bed?” You look at the wall clock, it’s only 8pm, but the day was too overwhelming, and you could use a little extra sleep. “Let’s go to bed...”  

Anton lets you lead the way to the bedroom, staying a comfortable distance behind and not pushing to know what happened. Anton was the perfect person to have a bad day around. He had a way of sitting with you in whatever had gone wrong instead of trying to force you out of it. He was quiet and understanding, wanting to let you feel all your feelings before working through them and attempting to fix things.  

“Get into your pajamas, I’ll be right back.” He says softly while walking past the bedroom towards the bathroom. You slip into a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and one of his hoodies then climb into bed. You’re too tired to wipe off your makeup right now even though you’ll regret it tomorrow. 

“Don’t fall asleep just yet...” Anton’s soft whisper and dip in the mattress interrupts your near slumber and you open your eyes to see him with makeup wipes and moisturizer. “You can close your eyes again.” He gently wipes the makeup and tears from your face while softly whispering praises to you.  

“You did so good today, tried so hard and did so well. Tomorrow will be better and if it’s not, we’re in this together, yeah?”  

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hi hi 🩷 may i req anton confessing to reader but reader thinks it's a joke (she's had a crush on him for the longest time) so anton has to convince her that it's #real and not a prank... just the yearny sweet slightly angsty stuff... i hope this isn't too vague TT

not too vague it’s actually adorable i love it sm

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Anton absentmindedly plays with your fingers as you both sit comfortably on the quiet train. It was an early weekend morning and there was only one person on the train other than the two of you. Anton had suggested going to the city for the day, shopping, lunch, maybe visiting the museum. He seemed very excited on the phone, but he’s been quiet since you met him at the station. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Anton to be quiet and keep to himself, the boy was known to be shy, but he was never shy around you. 

“Did you get enough sleep last night?” You ask while leaning your head back against the headrest. He nods quietly and rests his hand over yours, stopping his nervous fidgeting. “Yeah, I actually slept pretty well.” His words do little to ease your worries. If anything, it made them worse because you know he’s not just grumpy from not sleeping. You can’t help but wonder if you had done something wrong. 

You turn your head to look out of the train window at the trees and tunnels as you make your way to the city. Anton stays quiet and occasionally plays with your rings and bag zipper. 

…

You both arrive a little after 11AM, the shops are just opening, and the city is waking up. There are vendors selling flowers, food, jewelry, and trinkets all over the busy streets. It’s not as loud as it normally would be on a weekend, but you assume that’s because it isn’t noon yet. 

            Anton gently brushes his fingers over yours signalling to you that he’s started walking. You follow close behind as he walks to one of the flower vendors. “What’s your favorite flower? Sunflowers, right?” Anton asks, even though he already knows, his hands pick out a small bouquet of sunflowers before you can answer. “Oh, yeah…” He was never a buying flowers type of guy, and you couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten into him as he pays and hands you the bouquet. 

“Thank you…” You fail to bite your tongue “Is everything okay…? You’ve been acting different.” His eyes widen as you ask, he tenses slightly but sighs and looks down at you with pink cheeks. “I… um… I actually wanted to ask if this could be a date today…? Instead of just friends hanging out like usual.” 

Oh…

It starts making sense to you now, why he was quiet on the train and anxious when you got off. He was playing a joke on you and sucks at hiding it. This is some kind of sick joke from the universe though, given that you’ve been in love with the boy for as long as you can remember. Your head hurts as you force a laugh and shake your head. “Anton you’re such a loser… you didn’t need to buy an expensive bouquet just to prank me.” You lightly hit his arm, but he doesn’t laugh with you. He just stands there with bright pink cheeks and wide embarrassed eyes. 

“Wh- no- that’s not…” He stutters over his words but you’re already dragging him down the sidewalk towards the shops. His hand gently grabs your wrist and stops you in place. “Wait.” You haven’t heard Anton’s voice this serious in a long time. You stop in your tracks and tilt your head. “What’s wrong?” 

He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “I mean it… I want today to be a date. I want to buy you flowers and walk the city hand in hand and try on stupid hats and kiss you.” His eyes widen at his own words, and he looks like he wants to curl in on himself. “Or… at least the first few things.” He sighs looking desperate for you to understand. “Please, I think I’m in love with you, I’m serious.” 

Poor Anton has probably never been closer to a heart attack than he is now as you stand there not speaking. Stunned and confused, trying to process if what he had just said is real or if you’re dreaming again. 

“I think I’m in love with you too…” 

He lets out a relieved laugh and walks up to you pulling you into an embrace, his nose pressed into your hair and his arms around your back. “I nearly passed out when you just stared at me. You scared me.” He murmurs against your hair, his warm breath contrasting the cool early spring air. “I thought you were joking.” You laugh softly against his chest. 

“So… can I take you on a date…?” He extends his hand to you with a beaming smile. 

“You can…” Your hand finds his, fitting perfectly. 

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ok so sion strip tease when. i support him still wearing boxers. but strip tease sion plz

i don’t usually write stuff like this so it might actually suck 💀🫡

warnings: implied sex, nudity, hickeys, pet names

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The warm sheets of your bed spread warmth through your body, the room only dimly lit by a mood lamp and string lights. Your boyfriend has been pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and collarbones for what feels like ages. The skin is moist and most likely bruised from the sucking sensation and soothing drag of his tongue. “Sion… No more teasing…” You whine softly as you push his shoulders forcing his lips away from your heated skin. He looks down at you with kiss swollen lips, shining with saliva and lust. His eyes are blown with need but the knowing smirk on his face is enough to tell he won’t be giving you what you want just yet. Your gaze shamelessly wanders over his body in a pair of jeans that look too tight in the right places and a thin black tank top. It’s not hard to see the outline of his defined abs and pecs through the shirt, he’s hovering over you which is preventing you from running your fingertips over them. “Needy?” He smiles and kisses your shoulder, inhaling your perfume before pulling back to look at you. “Don’t move, stay right here for me baby. Eyes on me the whole time.” He tilts your chin up to look at him. “Can you do that for me?” You nod and he kisses your lips softly before slipping out of bed and standing near the footboard. The mood lamp illuminates his figure, broad shoulders, flexed biceps, and muscular thighs. He slowly moves his hand from his shoulder down the expanse of his chest, his finger catches on the strap of his tank top, tugging it before it snaps back into place. His hand doesn’t stop it’s slow drag over his abdomen, gently following the groove of every defined muscle under his thin shirt before reaching the hem of the top and pinching it between his fingers. He doesn’t pull it up. Just watches your reaction, his pink tongue slipping over his bottom lip before he smirks at you on the bed. “Need something?” He already knows what you want, what you need, but he won’t do anything until you use your words. You know him well enough to know this. “Take it off.” You don’t bother looking at his face, your eyes are fixed on the sliver of waist peeking out where his tank top is barely lifted between his index finger and thumb. “What was that?” Sion says in an eerily calm tone, chilling your heated body. Your breath hitches at the sound of his voice and you swallow thickly. “Take it off, please.” He smiles and nods as you correct yourself. “Good girl.” With that, he hooks his fingers into the hem of the shirt and lifts it over his head exposing his upper body to you. You can feel a familiar heat in your body starting to overwhelm you as your gaze drags over the thin layer of sweat covering his abs. Golden skin glistening in the light. He steps closer to you letting you run your fingers over the newly exposed skin. His muscles tense under your touch, his breath hitches slightly. You use the advantage to reach for the button of his jeans, but you’re quickly stopped by his hand on your wrist. “Just watching, remember?” He smiles and rubs his thumb over your hand before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans. He slowly pulls the zipper down, the only sound in the room aside from both of your heavy breaths. Once he slips out of his jeans, you can clearly see you’re not the only one affected by all of this. You stare at your beautiful boyfriend in front of you in only a pair of boxers. “Sion please…” His eyes move over your figure on the bed before walking towards you. “You wanna touch now?” You immediately nod at the question, any shame is gone. As he climbs over you on the mattress, his hands reach for the hem of your top. “I’ll let you, since you’ve been so good for me.”

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anton in the percy jackson universe 🚬🚬 need a longer fic 😭😭 love ur works!

ANTON SON OF APOLLO

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Archery practice lasted most of the afternoon, Anton had always been dedicated to his crafts. Spending hours, if not days, creating songs, trying to shoot a small moving target, learning a new string instrument. Anton is one of the most passionate people you know.  

So it’s no surprise that he’s been braiding dandelions into your hair for the past hour. You are the thing he is most passionate about after all.  

The sun was setting and there was a perfect cozy kind of warmth that only Anton could bring out in you as you lay on the grass field furthest from the tents. Your head is resting on his thigh, his legs crossed and his hands delicately braiding. The only sounds coming from the light breeze in the grass and Anton softly humming a melody he had been working on recently.  

“By the time you’re done, the flowers are gonna wilt.” As you speak, you look up at the boy above you and wonder if the sunset would be jealous of how soft and beautiful he looks right now. If your mother would wonder if she took home the wrong baby, because surely nobody and nothing could compare to Anton.  

“I could braid spiders into your hair, and you’d still make it look like some new trend.” He laughs softly and puts the last flower in your hair for good measure. “But if you’re that impatient, I’m done...” You sit up and feel the flowers in your hair, carefully braided into the soft strands. “How does it look?” You offer a smile to really sell the look, but he looks more endeared than flustered.  

“You look beautiful, you always do.” His words come out easily, like making your heart flutter is a natural occurrence for him. Shouldn’t you be the charming one? Anton notices the moment you start to get shy, a smile breaking out on his face and his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. “You’re always so shy when I compliment you, I should start doing it more often until you’re used to it.”  

“Shut up...” Your words are harsh, but your tone is soft and you lean into his touch giving away that you don’t mean it. His thumb gently brushes over your cheek, and he leans closer until your foreheads meet. “We should probably head to bed now if we don’t want to be tired during capture the flag tomorrow.” He makes no effort to move or leave, you know he’s only saying this so he can say I told you so tomorrow morning.  

You tilt your chin up, letting your lower lip brush his. Not quite a kiss, but enough to make your chest tighten with adoration. Anton leans in closer and moves the hand that was on your cheek to the back of your head to carefully pull you closer. The gentle way he kisses you is familiar but nearly overwhelming. Anton touches you like you’re something fragile and holy, something to worship and love rather than someone he met at a camp a few years ago.  

As he moves his hand to your lower back to lay you down without separating your mouths, you know you two will be tired during capture the flag tomorrow and you honestly couldn’t care less.

pt 1

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jealous sungchan request

this ended up being too long to be answered in the response but here’s a link to the request.

put a bit of a twist on the jealousy since i don’t see sungchan as a super jealous person. i feel like he’d be more insecure than anything but if you wanted something more hot than funny just lmk and ill write that too!! enjoy :)

The music playing through your friends TV speaker was louder than necessary. You had been to a few of Wonbin’s house parties before, a bunch of his idol friends and one of your close friends drinking, dancing, making stupid decisions. The usual.

You were never one for parties. The whole environment is too loud and crowded, you usually lose sight of Wonbin within ten minutes, and you’re left spending the rest of the night alone or with one of your friends if they bothered coming.

Tonight was a little different. You had been getting closer with one of Wonbin’s friends, Sungchan. You met him a few months ago when he picked you up from one of Wonbin’s parties and drove you home after your ride had left with someone else.

Sungchan is a sweet boy, he doesn’t like parties and rarely attends. Says he doesn’t like drinking or crowded spaces which makes sense since the only time you’ve ever seen him at one was to pick you up and take you home.

Since you spend a lot of time at Wonbin’s place, you end up getting to know Sungchan over a few months. He’s unapologetically himself.

Or at least he was.

For some reason, Sungchan decided to come to Wonbin’s party tonight. He was wearing a leather jacket and nice jeans. Contrast to the usual sweats and hoodie or compression shirt you usually see him in. His hair is slicked back which looks amazing on him but, it’s not Sungchan.

The boy across from you in the kitchen taking shots is some sort of evil twin of Sungchan’s. An evil twin or if Wonbin and his other friends ate Sungchan and spat out a rowdy, loud, try-hard version of the quiet boy you grew to love being around over the past few months.

Wonbin hands you a drink as he hoists himself to sit on the counter next to you. “You’re awfully quiet tonight.” He observes. Your eyes stay on Sungchan as you accept the drink. “Have you noticed Sungchan acting weird?” Wonbin snorts as he drinks from his red cup “You mean Danny Zuko over there? No, didn’t notice a thing.”

You sigh and drink from the cup Wonbin had given you. The taste is bitter and disgusting, the usual drink you’d find at these parties. When you turn to talk to your friend, he’s already off in the main room with his friends or God knows who.

After letting out a sigh and putting your drink down, you decide you’re not having fun and would much rather be at home watching Youtube or listening to music you actually like.

As you make your way through the crowd of people, you feel a gentle poke on your shoulder. Turning around, you relax when you realize it’s only Sungchan. He looked strikingly handsome, but it didn’t look as good on him as his natural boy-ish features and messy bangs did.

“Sungchan…” You offer a smile and wave when he stops in front of you. The persona he had put on all night slips the moment he’s with you. His smile is so bright you can no longer see his irises. All teeth and contagious happiness. “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.” He says while fixing his hair. “Yes, you did, Wonbin told you I would.” Sungchan’s eyes widen and he forces that smile back onto his face though it’s clearly not as happy as it was before, it’s laced with embarrassment and something you can’t get a read on.

“Oh! I forgot!” He says through gritted teeth.

You open your mouth to speak again but he quickly changes the subject. “I saw you talking with Wonbin in the kitchen, he brought you a drink.” He says matter of a factly. The straight observation confuses you, so you wait a beat expecting him to elaborate on why he felt the need to say he was watching you in the kitchen, but you’re met with nothing.

“Uh… yeah… some sort of soda with vodka I think.” You say with an awkward smile. Sungchan laughs out of nowhere like what you just said was the funniest thing he had ever heard. “I love vodka!” He says loudly which you already knew was a lie because he had told you multiple times, he hated parties and he hated drinking. “I don’t like it, I left it on the counter.”

“Yeah, I hate it too.” Sungchan laughs again while speaking and you genuinely can’t tell if the boy is drunk or an idiot anymore. “Are you feeling, okay?” You tilt your head and look up at him for any sign of coherency. When he looks down at you with rosy cheeks and a smile you realize maybe he is just an idiot.

“I’m fine, why?”

“You’re taking shots with people you barely know, you’re at a party which you hate, you’re contradicting everything you’re saying, and you’re dressed like you’re about to slick your hair back with a pocket comb and keep a toothpick between your teeth. I can’t tell if you’re going through a quarter life crisis or if I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”

Sungchan’s flashy smile drops at your words. He looks like he’s been hit with a brick, and his face turns a pink shade before he speaks. “I- yeah… I do kind of look like I stick gum under tables and call women chicks don’t I?”

You laugh at his words but can’t disagree with him. Your hand finds his and you drag him to the front door, stepping outside in the fresh air. It’s quieter out here, only the low bass from the music inside and the soft buzz of night.

“What’s going on Chan…?” You tilt your head and look up at him. Your hands move to ruffle his slicked back hair before you can stop yourself. You want normal Sungchan back. “Promise not to make fun of me?” He looks down at you with a sheepish expression.

“I promise.”

He sighs and speaks quietly like he doesn’t want to admit it. “I wanted you to like me. When Wonbin said you’d be here tonight I wanted to impress you and ask you to be my girlfriend- or on a date…” You laugh at his words and reach up to cup his face.

“Girlfriend? Getting ahead of yourself don’t you think?”

Sungchan flushes and tries to look away but fails to do so when you tilt his head back towards you.

“I’d love to go on a date with you Channie…. You didn’t need to act like someone you’re not just to ask me out. I like the normal Sungchan not whoever this is.” You point to his outfit and hair with a soft laugh.

“Wanna go home?”

“Yes please.”