#i needed to make something big and impressive to feel something

[moonshynecybin]

Arranged marriage Sincaraz…ur brain is so big and beautiful

still feeling them out…but i think they have this interesting dynamic where carlos is a person who is very present in the emotion of whatever is happening at any given moment and really wears his heart on his sleeve and feeds off what those around him are doing and feeling — versus jannik who i get the impression knows exactly what he’s feeling but has no particular interest in advertising it in an extreme way… he’s like well i do feel this but YOU 🫵 aren’t going to know about it unless i want you to (which to me means like they could also be a fun sentinel/guide pair for fic and i NEVER think that lol)

so with that plus their demonstrated mutual desire to be good friends (or at least on good terms) locked in a beautiful rivalry (marriage) despite the decorum and distance that tennis + their schedule + their rivalry kinda enforces, i think there’s some merit in putting them in a situation where they’re together ALL the time, and jannik thinks he gets to have all his beloved emotional control (it’s an ARRANGED marriage) while carlos thinks he gets to have that emotional closeness he craves kind of instantaneously (it’s a MARRIAGE) and then also add the apocalyptic early 20s horniness they have for each other on top of that AND the mandated procreative sex they have to be having for the good of the kingdom #forthegoodofthekingdom (also just two guys who need to be doing something w their bodies to feel good like ever lol) and you GET an awesome situation where literally no one’s emotional needs are on solid ground and the literal only person who can meet those needs is each other. and they need to figure it out FAST bc they are stuck with each other forever. maybe add to that a subplot about an invading army where tensions are high and they’re both busy and carlos (sensitive maybe) thinks okay well he doesn’t love me after all i guess!!! because jannik is in an obsessive stressed out problem solving mode and fucks off to distract himself at the front (do something with his body!!!) and then maybe a POW plot that makes jannik LOSE it trying to find carlos (who has already escaped easily) and when he gets back to the castle jannik greats him formally and warmly (he is. unseen beneath his robes, trembling) and carlos thinks all of his worst fears are confirmed: that his husband cares about him, but not enough. not like carlos cares about him. until jannik gets him alone behind closed doors and does his full bedtime routine with mechanical zombie like efficiency and says goodbye to the servants and then the light gets blown out and he collapses sobbing lol

[lilsocksiswriting]

Teacher's pet pt. 2

Fandom: JJK

Paring: Professor!Geto X Succubus!Reader X Incubus!Gojo

Summary:  You have been feeling awful, and you know for some reason that your professor's cock will make it all better.

Warming: NSFW, Darker Content, dub-con, no beta, and i am a dyslexic girly, minors DNI,

Tags: College AU, student-teacher relations, some dirty talk, multiple orgasms, face fucking/blow job

Pt.1 can be found here

You had been feeling awful for the past week. You had barely slept, felt clammy, uncomfortable in your skin, and so sluggish no matter how much caffeine you drank. But the worst is that you couldn't get off! You were so horny you could barely focus on anything else but working your clit raw. 

You had brought yourself to tears more than once trying to reach just one tiny, short orgasm. You shameless fucked with yourself with the end of a brush and your toothbrush once your vibrator gave out on you. It was like nothing you felt was right. Nothing was big enough, and nothing moved the way you needed it to.

It had gotten so bad that people began to notice. Professor Geto has asked you if you were doing ok as everyone filed out of the lecture hall. Something snapped inside you when he looked down at you with those gorgeous, worried dark eyes—one of the two pairs of eyes that had been haunting your dreams. 

You lied, and it was such a bad lie.  That was what brought you here to Professor Geto’s office door.  You couldn't even lie to yourself.  You needed the Professor’s cock. For whatever reason, you just knew that would make all this go away. It was like instinct.

After three gentle knocks, you hear Professor Geto’s calm voice inviting you in. 

His office is drenched in the smell of him. The subtle, rich cologne, his deodorant, and natural musk whip you into a frenzy. You want to jump him right then and there. But you need to play this safe; the last thread of sanity remains with you. 

You drop your book bag down by the chair where you take a seat. Professor Geto gives you that easy smile that makes a lot of people in his classes swoon. 

“I-I lied early. I’ve actually not been feeling well lately,” You confess, shifting uncomfortably in the chair.

“Oh, “ the concern in his voice is evident, a little too much. 

You nod and can not stand to look him in the eye, so you take a look at your shoes.  You do not see the sly smile that spreads across the dark-haired man's face. He thinks it’s cute, but pitiful. He is surprised that you lasted long before seeking him out. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks.

You swallow thickly and think fuck it, you are already here in his office, alone, and already admitted that you are having problems.  Your glassy eyes meet his. 

“F-fuck me,” You say out loud, but dont stop there, “ Please, I need you to fuck me. I’ve been so horny for, like, the past two weeks, and it makes me feel sick. Like, actually sick. I’m clammy, I can't sleep, I feel like I want to throw up, and I can’t even focus on anything.  Please, I need your dick to get off. I know that it's the only thing that will help. A-and I won't tell a soul. I promise”

“My, my,” he begins. Geto was going to draw out the silence, make you squirm more. Maybe even cry?  He can tell that you’ve been suffering far more than you let on. A  cute thing like you took so naturally to a succubus’ form. “You poor thing. Come on then.”

“R-really?”  you ask in disbelief, but you are already hopping out of your seat. 

Professor Geto rolls his seat back just enough for you to crawl onto his lap. He’s impressed by how fast you stripped and amazed at how pretty you look straddling one of his muscular thighs, naked and needy.

You paw at his belt buckle. Shakey hands are unable to get it undone. Poor thing. 

“Y/N,” Geto’s calm voice steadies you. You just need his cock. You need to feel it and taste it. You need Professor Geto to be inside you.  Need his cock  so bad. 

“Take some deep breaths, “ He commands softly

“But I ned-”

He cuts your pleas short,” I’m still here and ready, but I need you to calm down first, breathe.”

You take in one deep breath after the other, you blink back the tears of benign so so close to what you needed, what you hunger for. Is this what was making you feel so nauseous?  This weird kind of hunger you are only now registering?

Soon, your breaths are in sync with his.

“Good girl.”

You feel your pussy clench around nothing. That rushed and panicked fog begins to roll in again. You try to remain in control.

Geto can feel the damp patch on his slacks grow larger and wetter, but at least you are not grabbing at his croch like some mindless whore. 

With more ease and swiftness, Geto unbuckles his pants and pops the button. Then he leaves the rest to you. 

You eagerly hook your fingers under the waistband of his briefs and pull. His dick springs up, hard and ready. Your mouth waters and your stomach flutters. He was hard already? Did he want to fuck you as bead as you wanted to be fucked?

 You stare at the flush tip a moment longer, then look up to the Professor’s face. With  a tilt of his chin, he tells you, “Go on.”

You don't have to be told twice. Taking the base of his heated cock into your hand, you line it up to your dripping entrance.  The sting of Professor Geto straining to fit between your tight walls hurts, but the feeling of finally being filled by him feels so much better. Your eyes roll back.  You don’t care if some hear the wanton moan. 

 Geto enjoys the feeling when you wrap around his dick.  He leans his head back and his eyes squeeze shut. You suddenly feel nothing but you clapping down on his dick.  His hands find their way to your hips, but no way was he the one in control. 

The way you frantically roll your hips, you must have been starving.  Geto can’t even think, poor thing, he is about to cum from your gummy, wet  cunt hugging his cock so fuckign perfect like that.

“Shit, Y/N just like that baby, so good, feel so good,” he moans. 

You babbled out thanks you’s between gasps and high-pitched moans. You were going to cry, and it felt so good.  Professor Goto’s cock is perfect. It hits spots inside you, with just the right force that your pathetic toys could never.

Relief and pleasure flow over your body, making you feel light as a feather.  Even before this strange hunger took root, you had never felt this good.

Geto lets you feast on the lust and sexual energy. Gaining trust strength you start to bounce on his lap. 

Your tits bounce bound with each fall of your hips.. Your things and squeezing around the professor’s waist, and fingers nails digging into his nice dress shirt. 

“Feel good? Getting your fill, baby?” Get asked before pressing a kiss under your ear. “Can you feel how deep my cocks is going?”

If you couldn’t feel just how deep the professor’s thick ock was plinding into you before, you sure can now. One of Geto's large hands presses into your abdomen, just below your navel.  Your face fell into the crook of his neck as your wall began to spasm. 

“Yesssss,” you whimper. 

Geto’s breath hitches in the back of his throat. You rock your hips, riding out your orgasm and bringing Professore Geto to his own.  He seed fills you, and  fuck does it feel nice to be filled with his cum. You want more- need more of the man’s cums

You do not even feel tired—quite the opposite. You feel invigorated, ready, and wanting for another round. 

Geto wants to be annoyed that Gojo made them wait for you to come to them. You are starved, and he has been missing this sweet, sinfully tight cunt of yours. Gojo has been his familiar for so long that all the sorcerer needs to do is pull on that thread of magic that binds the two.

“Oh wow,” a new,  but familiar, voice says.

You feel your whole body tense. Shit. The two of you had been caught. Someone had walked in on Proefossre Geto with his cock still plugged into the  pussy of one of his students.

Geto’s warm hand on the small of your back seems to calm you. Actually, you can't quite explain how, but you feel something relaxing seeping into your muscles from the touch.

“It's ok, baby, you remember  Satoru, don't you?”

Do you? The name gives you a faint sense of déjà vu that only grows stronger when you turn to look over your shoulder. Satoru is breathtaking, beautiful.  Soft, white, wind-swept hair, eyes as clear as the sky, and a lean but muscular body hidden beneath fashionable clothes. 

“Maybe she needs a refresher?” Saturo suggests.

“Would you like that baby? For Satour and me to remind you?” Professor Geto’s husky voice draws your attention back to him. 

Something in you screams yes. You crave both of their touch. The professor you’ve been crushing on since the first day first class and the beautiful stranger. 

You nod vigorously. 

“No, use your word,s baby.”

“Yes, please.”

Professor Geto, still inside you, lifts you up by the back of your thighs as he stands. He lays you down over his desk. You can feel papers crinkle under your skin. Something in the air makes you feel light, giddy, and energized. You love it. 

You watch, upside down, as  Satoru’s clothes disappear in wisps of black smoke. Now this is something you do remember, the smoke rising towards the ceiling, but disappearing before it can reach… it was a detail that had haunted your dreams just like the eyes. 

“W-who are you?” you ask  Satoru.

The man only cups your cheek and smiles, “You‘ll remember soon enough.”

Professor Geto pulls his hard cock almost all the way out until just the engorged crown remains. When he slams his hips back, the force makes your whole body jiggle. Your mouth falls open with a sharp gasp. 

Gojo takes this as the opportune time to slip his erection into your mouth. You gag as he slips down the back of your throat, a feeling that’s pretty much like heaven to him. You hear Gojo moan from above you, a high-pitched and needy sound that has you clenching around Professor Geto, who is balls deep inside you again.

You can feel his cum leaking down the crack of your ass, being forced out by his thick cock stretching you out. At the same time as Professor Geto begins to roll his hips into pussy. Gojo does to same with your mouth. 

Two men are fuckign you now. They moan slowly and sweetly. It all seems familiar. It all feels so good.  After weeks of feeling starved and sick, you are finally feeling full and happy. You could stay like this forever. But there is some itch at the back of your mind. You know this man. You have met Professor Geto outside of class a handful of times. Was Satoru with him then?

“Feels good, doesn’t  it, baby.”   Geto humms. 

 Geto leans down. He kisses up the valley of your breasts. He pauses for a brief moment to take in the scent of your sweat and skin. Then he begins to nip and suck your throat, right over the bulge from Sator's cock. 

Satoru gasps, “Ohhhh fuck Suguru  fuck. I-i can feel you sucking on her neck. Oh fuck, oh fuck! ”

His ball thumps against your forehead, and his hips pick up the pace.  Geto seems to be in sync with the white-haired beauty. 

 You moan around your mouthful.  Your hands clapping at something to hold on to, and they intertwined with the professor. Something is happening inside you. It is not just the impending organs about to crash over you again; something was changing, and your senses are getting sharper. You can smell something in the air.  You feel like your insides are shifting. Everything feels too much and not enough.  You need more, more. More of what? You’re sacred.

“Shh, shh, it's ok, “  Gojo’s voice is enough to calm you.  It is like an anchor before you even realize that is exactly what you need. 

You lock your ankles at the base of the Suguru’s spine to pull him closer. Meanwhile, Saturo's eager hands cup the underside of your jaw. Suguru’s face collapses into the crook of your neck and grunts against your skin. Your back arches off the desk, papers sticking to your skin. Satoru’s moans about swallowing all the cum spurting down your thoughts. 

Your orgasm is mind-blowing, hell, maybe even mind-changing. You feel blissful and full. Memories come rolling through the euphoric fog. 

Oh my god. Those bastards! They left you hungry for weeks!

As Sugura helps you up and Satoruo soothes your hair, you pout.

“What’s wrong, Sugar?” the incubus asks. 

“You turned me into a sex demon.”

“Do you… Regret that?” the sorceress asks in a hesitant tone.

Sweet thing Suguru is, but you still roll your eyes at his concern. “No I

M upset you left me so hungry!”

“Oh,” Sugur’s scheming eyes cut over to his incubus.”Well, Gojo was the one who reassured me you would not go through a change so soon. Do you think we should punish him for that?”

At the mere mention of the word  Satuor’s cock twitches. 

“Yes,” you lean against Suguru and take in his warmth and scent, “but later. I’m  not ina schemeiin mood.”

[tphantombride]

domestic jjk men head cannons <3

‎SATORU GOJO

The biggest menace in a house. He eats snacks in your bed and leaves the wrappers under the pillow. Touches every single light switch just to annoy you, grins when you finally snap. Constantly forgets what he walked into a room for, then acts offended like you distracted him. Steals your socks. Claims he doesn’t, but you know that man is wearing your fuzzy pink ones to sleep. Doesn’t close the kitchen cabinets after grabbing something. Ever. He always sings off-key in the shower just to make you laugh through the door. When he cooks, he makes the kitchen look like a war zone. But he does cook well, when he wants to impress you. He’ll burn pancakes into heart shapes and then say, “See? Domestic king,” like he’s just cured global warming. Always tries to distract you when you're folding laundry. Ends up wrestling you onto the couch with your shirts half-folded. But he does little things too. Buys your favorite snacks, keeps a charger for your phone in his bag, makes dumb little notes with hearts and sticks them on the fridge. Satoru is chaos, but he’s your chaos. And when he’s curled into you at 3 a.m, snoring like a bear with his hand tucked up your shirt, you can’t imagine home without him.

‎SUGURU GETO

Unbothered elegance. The kind of man who folds laundry immediately after drying it. Burns incense while cleaning, playlist always smooth R&B or low jazz. Loves cooking with you. Stirs the sauce while you taste test, kisses your neck when you’re distracted. Keeps the house tidy but lived in. Throws his coat over the couch, but everything else has its place. Your favorite mug is always clean, he never uses it. That’s sacred. He reads the news in the morning and makes your coffee just the way you like it. Leaves handwritten to do lists on the counter with a little note at the bottom like “take a break if you need one. I love you.” When you’ve had a bad day, he wraps you in his arms silently and lets you melt into him. He smells like clean laundry and bergamot. Always warm. Always solid. Suguru isn’t flashy about his love. But it’s in the little rituals, the small details. Loving him feels like home already.

‎KENTO NANAMI

Has a perfectly structured daily routine. Wakes before the alarm. Makes your coffee before you even sit up. If he leaves early, he tucks the blanket tighter around you and presses a kiss to your temple before quietly closing the door. He organizes the pantry alphabetically. Never forgets trash day. Or recycling. Or any bill ever. He irons both his shirts and yours. "If I’m doing one, I may as well do both." He’s big on warm lighting and clean spaces. Minimalist but cozy. Always lights a candle after dinner. Always wipes the table after you eat. You often find him working late, glasses on, reading something under a dim lamp. But the second you touch his shoulder or sit in his lap, he’s putting it all down. Nanami is grounding. Like being held by someone who makes you feel safe even in silence. He loves domesticity, because it’s where he can love you in full, in quiet, in peace. He’ll always ask, “Did you eat?” and “Are you resting enough?” even when he’s the one running on empty. He just wants to take care of you. It’s the only thing he wants to do properly.

‎TOJI FUSHIGURO

Grumbly and barefoot. Leaves his dirty clothes everywhere and pretends he doesn’t know where the hamper is. Eats leftovers cold, straight from the container, standing in the fridge light. Won’t admit it, but he likes it when you tell him what to do around the house. He pretends to hate doing chores, but he always finishes them quietly when you’re asleep. He fixes broken things immediately. Lightbulbs, leaky sinks, loose cabinets, fixed before you even mention it. Snores like hell. But if you roll away, he reaches out and pulls you back in like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. He eats like he’s starving, but always gives you the last bite. Always. Even if it’s steak. He loves hearing you hum around the house. Loves your voice. Loves seeing you in his shirt. And when you sit in his lap and kiss his temple, he melts, all gruffness fading. Toji doesn’t know how to say "I love you" a lot, but he’ll fill your car with gas, carry all the groceries, buy you period snacks and clean up after himself before you get home. That’s love, his way.

‎CHOSO KAMO

A literal sweetheart roommate turned husband. He vacuums without being asked. Sweeps under the couch too. Wants to help with everything, laundry, dishes, putting new sheets on the bed. But he gets tangled in the fitted sheet every. single. time. Loves cuddling on the couch. Like, he will literally drape himself over you like a cat. He loves baking with you. Gets flour on his nose. Let’s you kiss it off. Puts fresh flowers in a jar every week, because he saw it in a drama once and thinks it’s romantic. He gets excited to try new cleaning hacks from TikTok. Burns toast more often than he’ll admit. You laugh every time. Always checks if you locked the door. Always walks on the outside of the sidewalk. He gets so flustered when you wear his clothes at home. He’ll blush when you walk past in just his shirt, duck his head, pretend he isn’t grinning. Sits on the floor next to the couch just to be closer to you. Choso is pure domestic warmth. Every time you come home, he lights up like the sun walked through the door.

A/N: no one requested this but ive been wanting to finish this, its been sitting in my drafts GATHERING DUST!! hope u enjoy regardless <3

[coffeethoughtsandanxiety]

Not sure if this is too nsfw heavy and it's ok if you don't feel comfortable, what if in date everything the datebles are with a high stamina homeowner? Like yes they did accept to be in a poly with 100 people and yes they're committed to it and so it made a hilarious scenario with the datebles at first maybe worrying if the homeowner is overwhelmed or like feel like it's too much dating that many people to them more scaraoused at how they'll be the ones who taps out first before the homeowner even breaks a sweat (they're happy to be able to satisfy their partners and might know that they do have that too much stamina so they like to tease the datebles quite abit~), pretty much the dynamic is like:

Homeowner: "thx for the meal everyone! Can't wait to have more later~"

Datebles: *all are dried up and horrified at the suggestion, but oh so aroused and can't wait for it*

Aloekdkcosd I missed this one before!! Okay so this will be a little shorter but here it is!!!

Limitless Libido

WARNINGS: Suggestive, nothing specific is stated but I don’t beat around the bush, I will use what words I need to.

GN Reader x fanfic

How had they ever been concerned for you before? They looked at you so confused, the only thing that seemed to limit you was the amount of charges you had in a day. When they first had a talk about how many of them you were dating they thought the main thing was to make sure they didn’t overwhelm you and they made sure to tell you that if ever you did to let them know.

But then you relaxed in your chair in that way that made them all so hot and bothered and just said “Oh I think I’ll be just fine. You let me know if you need to tap out though okay?” You looked so genuinely concerned for them that they all agreed immediately.

The first to tap out was Stepford, is much as he tried to keep up with your stamina by the time he was just starting to recover you were ready for another round and a half. Don’t get it wrong he adored all you attention, but there only so many times he could orgasm in a day and you were exceeding that limit by leaps in bounds.

No one was shocked when Koa needed to take a break, it wasn’t his style as is but he lasted fairly long against your libido.

One by one they all had to take a break at some point, it was shocking when Kristoff had to back down. The big strong one with more stamina than several of them combined? Oh they were staring to worry now, would anyone be able to keep up with you?

The others started placing bets on who could last the longest. The top contender to them was Ben Hwa since they were literally made for sex, so it was terrifying when both them and Betty, who was the second biggest bet, tapped out after a very enthusiastic session with you.

Honestly by the time all of them had needed a break no one was sure who had actually lasted the longest. All to tired and blissed out to even try to figure it out.

You were walking around you house just talking to Mac when they asked you a question, “I don’t say this with being rude in mind, but how do you have so much stamina? There are literally over a hundred of us and we still can’t keep up.”

You thought it over and shrugged before answering, “Not really sure, you wouldn’t be the first to ask though, why’d you think I was single for so long?”

They shook their head and laughed “I wasn’t sure, but honestly we’re all impressed by you, I’m surprised you haven’t gotten bored with how much we all need to rest so much…” they joked probably expecting you to say a cheesy pick up line or laugh with them.

Instead you took your hand and held their face, brushing your thumb over their cheek and spoke oh, so softly to them, “That is never something I would leave you all for, you are all amazing and wonderful and I love you all with all my heart.” You lean down and kiss their forehead before smiling at them with that gorgeous smile they love and wink, which does something to them they really thought was not possible given how tired they were.

“But hey, when you’re rested and ready I’m always here.” Oh god, you’re gonna kill them huh? Not the worst way to die.

They may not be able to keep up with you, but they wouldn’t have you another way, especially if you keep talking to them like that.

You went to bed that night happy as can be, and even more happy to see your lover as an eerie feeling came over you, and a soft voice called to you. “Hello again my love~ how are you doing tonight? And what are feeling like this time?”

Nightmare was a sight to behold every time, and she might actually have more stamina than you it seems. The thought is terrifying, and absolutely captivating at the same time.

[katuschka]

Just Once – 01

Chapter 01 – KIss from a Rose

Jake Kiszka x f!OC (friends to lovers) 2.350 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): not much YET, just some vague mentions of sex and desire, some alcohol consumtion and some emotional turmoil (you know me)

She's on my mind, ever out of reach But sometimes a word can be all that you need Like a postcard written in July At once, I know I know I know I know Where I long to be (Blanco White – Fish in the Reeds)

What is there not to love about summer festivals? Singing birds, fruity cocktails and all the new people who’ve never heard of you or your music, but who are nonetheless curious. Stage fright feels different here in front of this vast sea of cheerful and carefree humans who expect you to entertain and impress them, full of hope that you really will. And if you succeed, they're generous. They pay you back with thunderous exultation. 

What a way to make new fans under the clear blue sky! Honey could live off of that instant exhilaration for whole months after. 

That was one of the reasons why she truly loved summer fests, with all that light-hearted atmosphere and applause that always felt to be truly deserved. 

But not the only reason, no. She and Luke had written their first songs in their grandparents’ countryside house. Melodies always came to them naturally, like fresh air. Those were the beginnings, just the two of them with their strings and grandma’s lemonade. That was the cornerstone of the message they longed to share with anyone willing to listen. 

So it’s no surprise that even after all those years of perfecting their craft in studios and different venues with all the fancy gear and tech help, their music always sounded a bit different in the open air. Raw again. But better. And more ‘at home’. Sadly, there were not many other opportunities to play under the bright sun and let the tones be carried away by the breeze, as they grew out of pub gardens quite early on, and open amphitheatres they could headline were scarce. It seemed they were destined to stay in smaller clubs and theatres; the biggest venue they ever headlined held one thousand people. 

It was probably better that way, overall. They liked to keep it small, independent, genuine… If – by any weird chance – they grew bigger, she was sure she’d miss it. 

But oh those big summer fests, where their songs could really soar, while still remaining intimate in nature. That’s why Honey cherished these moments so much. 

And shout out to the backstage, too, where you could meet new people and feel like you were a part of something greater and fancier. A grand get-together of like-minded people.

Right? Well…

It was also a sneak peek into the world where people bathed in expensive whiskey and no one ever let you look into their eyes, always hiding behind shades of various shapes and sizes…

Yeah… who was she kidding. This “big” world often made Honey feel uneasy and not at all ‘at home’. There’s usually nothing fancy about the actual backstage area - just white tents and mobile trailers on hard asphalt. The cacophony of music, chatter and laughter can be welcoming at first, but it was always the same in the end. The longer Honey stayed, the more she felt like she didn't really belong despite the initial excitement. It could easily turn into a scary and off-putting place, unless you were big enough to feel like you ruled that place… or unless you made friends. And while Luke never had any problem with blending into the worldly crowd, Honey usually found herself standing on the outside looking in. 

This year’s Pink Pop was no different, except for the reason number three that was supposed to change it for her once again: Her sweet and shy companion, a rare friend she somehow managed to make, who once used to turn those festival days and nights into pure magic just with his casual presence and friendly company. 

Ever since 2018, when they were both still basically kids, even though they definitely wouldn’t admit it at the time.

He found her sitting under a tree one early evening, with her eyes closed and frowning, and asked her if she was ok. And Honey told him she was just trying to translate a birdsong she had been listening to into human lyrics, because she could already hear a brand new melody inside her head and felt a new story growing in her heart, and it made her want to sing it. Again. Like a dream that should be written down before it gets forgotten. 

It intrigued him. The whole place was far from quiet, and almost in the middle of all the hustle and ongoing parties, she chose the company of chirping birds. To her surprise, he sat down under that tree right next to her and stayed. They ended up talking about that yet to be heard tune until dawn, and then Jake made her promise him that she would write the song eventually. 

And Honey did. 

But at the same time, not exactly. Having long forgotten about the bird that had been her muse at first, Honey’s lyrics held a secret she’d been carrying within herself ever since that late spring night. The initial dream transformed into the shape for him. Because that’s all it was. 

Even though they had exchanged numbers, neither of them called or texted for months, until the song got released and all of the sudden she received a message. 

‘It’s more beautiful than you made me imagine.’ 

Yeah, because it is about what you made me feel after I confided in you, she thought but never typed back. Instead, she just thanked him politely, athough that was enough. And suddenly, Jake became real again, just when she started thinking that his number saved in her contacts was merely a result of a polite gesture after a long night spent listening to her babbling. Honey herself had never dared to reach out, even though she couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

Several more months passed until the days grew longer again and Jake made sure to find her as soon as they crossed their paths within the confines of yet another open celebration of music and life. He turned it into a tradition. 

Sometimes they just shared a quick smoke because there just wasn’t time, other times he could hang out with her for a little longer and once again they ended up talking for hours about chord progressions and about how the greatest music composer was Nature. Whether it was the bluesy heartbeat or mournful folky tunes that could be heard among rustling leaves, he understood where her passion came from, because he was no different. At least back then he wasn’t.  

Fast forward back to yet another safe spot under the trees, Honey took a sip from her Heineken and sighed. He was supposed to be here too this year, and as soon as Honey had found out about it, she started looking forward to the Pentecost weekend of 2026 as if it was Christmas. 

But as the date grew nearer, the anticipation was slowly, stealthily turning to anxiety, only to end up in disappointment. Now she was here, their own show ended two hours ago, and Jake was nowhere to be seen. And why should he, as Greta Van Fleet were supposed to play the next day. Because of her? He probably no longer cared. All of the sudden, Honey felt deflated… and angry with herself for having entertained that silly notion that it was still a thing. 

Back in the day, they were almost equal. Two enthusiastic kids thrown into this big world, both still full of wonder, humility and doubt. But while Luke and Honey stayed on side stages during daylight hours, Jake’s band grew to greet the sunset in front of the main crowd. 

The last time she saw him, some two years ago, something already seemed off. Onstage, he was magnificent. Confident and not just attractive as he had always been, but almost intimidatingly so. It tied her tongue when they finally saw each other in person a few hours later, because even though she would never openly admit it, Honey had a secret crush on Jake Kiszka from day one. 

She never acted on it; never knew how. Never for one second thought the feeling could be mutual. Talking to him had always been easy, even though she had secretly kept imagining more than that. Her fear of rejection prevented her from telling him. Or showing him. Sometimes their shoulders brushed, sometimes he held her hand while helping her stand up. But that was it. He used to shower her with smiles, but never anything more. Not interested in anything else but her musical mind. 

Which was enough – truly – until he gradually turned to one of those people with no eyes. He still smiled when he saw her, and pulled her into a hug, but to her it seemed to be just muscles contracting. She felt like she could no longer reach out to the person she once knew, who was now hiding somewhere behind his own sunglasses.  

Before they parted, Jake kissed her cheek and held her hands in his for maybe a bit longer than necessary, which made her hopeful again. For what, she couldn’t tell. 

Honey took the last gulp from the bottle and closed her eyes. Hopeful for a kiss, she thought. Just once. That’s what she always secretly wanted – to feel all of him. To taste all of him. Just once. 

Maybe not seeing him again was in fact a good thing. 

The sun wasn’t setting yet, but the colors over the horizon turned from steely blue to yellow-ish already. Jake tried to make his way through all those people who all wanted a word, but none of them really had anything worthwhile to say. He wouldn’t listen to anyone anyway, as his mind was still preoccupied with what she had been singing about. 

Lost in her own music, Honey hadn’t noticed him standing side stage, which was for the best. Knowing about her stage fright, Jake didn’t want to be one more reason for her to feel nervous. 

He hated the fact that there came a time when he started to make her feel nervous. How and why, he couldn’t tell, he could just sense that, and he couldn’t stand the fact. It should be the other way round. 

Ever since Jake first saw her, she mesmerized him with the poetic and otherworldly aura that surrounded her old soul. She spoke like a child about the things only the elders could know. 

Like Joni. Like Joan. Like a dreamed-of woman he always yearned to find. 

And when he finally did, she kept slipping from his weak hold like a gold fish that would never grant him his wish. Always there to talk about his musical ideas, always smiling, but when he tried to reach out and touch her, all he could feel was demure indifference. 

So many others waited in line to have a taste of him. Jake was but a man. Of course he let them, secretly hoping none of them would call out his name while he kept fucking their brains out because all he could think of was her. But they always did, and a few times he responded by moaning her nickname. Thankfully, anyone could pass for “honey”. Deep in his heart, no one could compare. No one else could see through his outer layer. No one else really wanted to. 

No one knew. 

Jake could just text her to ask her where she was, just like normal people do. But he wanted to surprise her, as always. He preferred it that way, so that when he finally spotted her in the crowd, and she saw him, he could search her face for genuine response. And every fucking time, just for a split second before she could compose herself, he believed it was there. 

Jake never understood why she always sat so slouched. Behind a microphone, she always turned to a goddess whose likeness should be carved in marble. 

Jake could imagine the immortal statue quite vividly. People would look at the stone cold white of her skin and wonder how she looked while she walked the earth. Only Jake would know – or, the cursed spirit of him would – that her hair was the color of wild honey and her pink lips begged to be kissed. 

Just not by him, apparently. 

It never stopped him from wanting to, though. 

Not even now, when he finally spotted her sitting on a folding table near the staff tents. The sun was still shining, but while it had painted her hair golden earlier while she had sung about love that existed only in young fools’ dreams, it made it look like flames now. They licked her shoulders and threatened to swallow her and turn her to ashes if he didn’t interfere…

Maybe it was a stupid idea, but he had been taught that men should do this. Josh had told him to try. And it didn’t have to mean anything, if she wouldn’t want it to. Just a heartfelt gesture. Yeah. Friends do that. He wanted to do that. Just once. 

If nothing else, he could finally be able to tell himself that he at least tried. 

 “I knew I’d find you here!” 

The sound of his voice made her heart skip a beat before she dared to open her eyes. She could also feel her lips stretch into an involuntary smile before she did. That one simple sentence held so many unspoken meanings, all of them unbelievable, all of them welcome. While she consciously refused to entertain the idea, the knot in the pit of her stomach betrayed her mind.

Honey took a deep breath and looked up. “I opened mine, so show me yo…,” she started before her breath hitched. She had said the exact same sentence in jest two years ago when he refused to take off his shades even after dusk. 

But he wasn’t wearing any now, and she fell right into the depths of his dark pupils. Or at least that’s how it felt. Not even a two year’s time had changed that. Before Honey could withdraw back into herself, her eyes fell on the bouquet of white roses he was holding. 

“Jake, what’s that?”

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: July 20

2019

*Bleep* Me [david/patrick, E, 2,031] by simplytheschittiest

David sets the dry dish down on the counter. He decides in that moment that if Patrick needs a reason to say ‘fuck’ then he’s going to give him one.

All the Man That I Need [david/patrick, G, 1,335] by @sullymygoodname

A few days after the housewarming party, David still has something on his mind. He and Patrick need to talk.

Don't Call Me Shirley [david/patrick, M, 959] by @whetherwoman

“Listen,” David says, carefully pulling the inflating tab on his neck pillow, “there is an art to red eye flights.”

gotta make a big impression [david/patrick, E, 1,000] by @thegrayness

David and Patrick are interrupted in the middle of several rounds of loud sex. Seems their neighbors actually try to sleep at night.

house and home [david/patrick, T, 2,677] by @dotsayers

But there were still special occasions, and special occasions warranted special meals. Like, for example, 'You came out to your parents yesterday, and it was kind of emotionally exhausting? And I kind of feel guilty about it and need to mediate my guilt by pouring orange juice into a champagne flute and burning your toast to shit just the way you like." Sadly, Hallmark didn't make cards for that.

I am at rest with you [david/patrick, T, 1,974] by @leupagus

“One of these days, you’ll listen to the doctor when she tells you to lift with your knees,” David says. He gets up, taking Patrick’s empty glass with him. “Do you want some more orange juice, or would you rather just skip to combining liquor and pills?” There’s a pause from the direction of the kitchen. “Oh, god, Twyla left the cake here.”

I don't understand his clothes [david & clint, G, 1,277] by anonymous

Clint Brewer has a lot to think about when Patrick brings David to visit.

2020

Are We Doing This? [david/patrick, T, 3,638] by @delilah-mcmuffin

They'd managed to make it through the drive to Elmdale and the ordering and consuming of their pizza while keeping their conversation flowing as it always had between them; light, fun, maybe a little flirty. But this was the first time either of them had brought up kissing since... well, since they'd kissed in the store that afternoon. And it made Patrick ache to do it again. And again. And again.

Bottomless Mimosas [stevie/alexis, T, 392] by bigficenergy

Stevie wakes up with Alexis.

Half-Hickies [david/patrick, T, 564] by @maxbegone

“So...” Patrick returns the smile. “So...” “She interrupted us, and I think that’s kind of rude.” “Oh, I’ll be sure to reprimand her the next time she comes in,” Patrick assures with a nod. David wants to fall over. -- 20: Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference

I wanna make your motor run [david/patrick, T, 738] by @kiwiana-writes

Patrick is a few steps ahead of him on the stairs, and David is so out of sorts he can’t even bring himself to appreciate the very nice view that is being afforded to him. He feels gross in a way even thinking about Patrick’s blatant admiration of his outfit earlier can’t offset, and the spot on his back where the ball hit him is really starting to throb.

I'm Always Sentimental 'Round This Time [david/patrick, t, 6,212] by @asoftplacetoland

Three of the holiday traditions David and Patrick experience their first Christmas as husbands. Part one of a series of one-shots that can be read alone or as a series. This is my contribution to Christmas in July Week 2020: a totally made up personal challenge of one Christmas fic each day until Christmas in July. Come get festive!

Love Potion No. 9 [david/patrick, T, 13,689] by @agoodpersonrose

After missing their chance on his birthday, David and Patrick are still circling around their feelings. When Halloween arrives in Schitt's Creek, will the spirit of the holiday give them the push they need?

Patrick Brewer, You Are My Happy Ending [david/patrick, T, 1,000] by @streetlampsunset

I’ve never liked a smile as much as I like yours.I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I’m with you.I’ve never known love like I have when we’re together.It’s not been an easy road for me, but knowing that you will always be there for me at the end of it makes everything okay. David's wedding vows, an examination of all the ways Patrick irrevocably changed his life for the better.

You're still my weakness [david/patrick, E, 1,897] by Point_of_no_return

They both sighed into the kiss and Patrick felt he had enough of David’s lips on his that he could open the blanket a little more to trail open mouth kisses down his torso. The mixture of the cool, slick of Patrick’s tongue paired with his hot mouth made David shiver while Patrick was exploring him. Fingers on both sides of David, tickling him with the lightest of brushes. He groaned, finding a tuft of Patrick’s curls to pull on, causing Patrick to laugh into David’s hip bone as his tongue thrust into a pulse point. David involuntarily arched into it, whimpering when Patrick’s tongue slowly dragged away. “What is it, my love,” Patrick asked, his words muffled into David’s skin. “Please, honey.” OR When Patrick takes his husband glamping for a romantic getaway, Patrick wakes him up using David's favorite maneuver.

2021

a little change [stevie/twyla, T, 11,738] by @samwhambam

In order to get her land back, Stevie has struck a deal with Lord Schitt. He'll leave her alone, if she goes and rescues Princess Twyla from her tower, for his son, Mutt. Of course she accepts the challenge.

An Evolving Palate [stevie/ofc, M, 2,261] by @brrose-apothecary

Stevie goes to Jake’s for a whisky or whatever, but ends up wine-tasting instead.

and the stars look very different today [alexis/twyla, T, 12,080 + art] by @hagface @hullomoon

Teaming up with a group of talented women, Alexis plans her next job

Episode 4: The Party [ang/azula, T, 7,208] by LittleQueenTrashMouth

Azula learns that there's more to being a receptionist than being able to work a computer. Zuko and Mai get into a competition. Aang throws a party at his barn. *** Part of the ATLA/Schitt’s Creek AU, you don’t have to have seen Schitt’s Creek to enjoy!

Make It Alright [david/patrick, G, 565] by @walnuts-and-berries

ooh see that girl (watch that scene) [stevie/ruth, G, 9,652] by @lilythesilly

“C’mon, gals, where’s your sense of adventure? You know, this is just like class, all the cool people sit in the front.” Jocelyn places her bag at her feet, hooking her ankles around the strap in case someone tries to run off with it. “Not in my experience,” Stevie mumbles, falling into the seat two rows behind, Ronnie sitting next to her. Gwen sits next to her and Twyla and Alexis fill in the middle. “Are you ready for two hours of fun?” Jocelyn asks, turning around to take a photo of the group. None of them are smiling, but that’s ok. They probably just weren’t ready for the photo. “Mm, I don’t know that I would call multiple hours on a bus fun? Considering the last time I did that my family had just lost all of our money and we had to move into a sketchy roadside motel.” Alexis yelps and when Jocelyn turns around she’s smiling brightly, Stevie leaning into the space between her and Twyla. “But, mm-hm, yes. I cannot wait.” -- Post Little Towns Big Voices 2k21 the Gals spend some time in NYC.

Pedal to the Metal [david/patrick, T, 6,532] by @rosedavid

When Ray drops off a dusty, old bike at the store as a gift, it unearths a series of events, starting with Patrick discovering that David never learned how to ride a bike. Of course, Patrick takes it upon himself to teach David. OR A (slight) canon divergence in which Alexis never taught David how to ride a bike.

Staring at Your Glow [david/patrick, M, 1,334] by @simplymarleycat

David and Patrick have a nice night out on the town. Patrick is a little tipsy, but still full of surprises.

thompson farm's sweet 'n' spiced artisanal applesauce [david/patrick, E, 5,292] by @schittyfic

David’s head tilts knowingly, and his lips twitch for the barest second, before he turns his attention back to his work. “You like watching my hands.” Patrick swallows. David shouldn’t be able to stop him in his tracks like this. They’ve been together long enough that 'boyfriend; rolls easily off the tongue, and his apartment feels foreign and dark without David’s illuminating presence. He shouldn’t render him speechless anymore, sending him right back to those early days where David would banter with him over a bottle of juice and momentarily cut off the power supply to his brain. “Would you like to know what I’m planning on doing with them?”

You're the one true thing [stevie/twyla, G, 9,057] by @designatedgrape

“Hey George?” she calls out in the direction of the kitchen, and George’s head pops up in the pass-through window. “Need something else, Stevie?” “No, I’m just wondering where Twyla is. I sent her a text almost an hour ago and she hasn’t responded.” George raises his eyebrows in surprise. “She’s home sick. You didn’t know?” “What? No! She didn’t tell me.” “Weird.” George shrugs. “Anyway, she started feeling a little under-the-weather yesterday afternoon, and she called me early this morning to ask if I could cover for her today. I was supposed to go to my son’s science fair, but--” “But Twyla has literally never called out sick,” Stevie finishes. ----- Or, Twyla is sick, and Stevie absolutely does not panic.

2022

Vanity Fur [david/patrick, T, 3,565] by @a-noble-dragon

Handsome takes the dog leash from Patrick's unresisting hand, then calls the dog toward him. "Here, Patrick. Here, boy. Who's a good boy? You are, aren't you?" Patrick is the furthest thing from a good boy right now. He's practically purple, and sweating with embarrassment and arousal. He's also learning a lot of new things about himself today. "How about a treat? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes!" Patrick gasps, forgetting it's not actually him David's talking to. "Um, that is... Sorry, erm, but there's been a misunderstanding, and— Oh, God! I'm the one whose name is Patrick. The dog is called Flower, and she's a Hungarian Puli."

you see the moon, i see the sun: a drabble and ficlet collection [alexis/twyla, E, 2,315] by @sarahlevys

This is an assortment of miscellaneous Tumblr prompts that I've written bits and pieces for! I'll mark each one with the pairing, rating, and prompt. Tags and ratings will be adjusted as I add more. Want to send me a prompt? Find me on Tumblr!

2023

home and away [david/patrick, G, 575] by @fakingsincerity

David and Patrick are in Patrick's hometown to visit his grandfather in hospice. That evening in bed, they reflect on the day.

Once More With Flailing [davd/patrick, T, 20,022] by @a-noble-dragon

Twyla serves Hockley tea to all her customers on the day of Rose Apothecary's soft launch. All except one - David, who’d really like to know what the hell is going on. Stevie and Patrick stare at him blank faced. David quickly gets impatient. "Can someone here, please, tell me what is going on?" "Um..." Stevie tapers off. "Er...." Patrick hums, unsure. Then... STEVIE (Clicks her fingers)♪ I've got a hunchIt could be farm witchesA coven of farm witchesTheir peanut butter squares are addictive ♪ "They're Mennonites!" David glares. "Wait… Did you just sing?" His hands wave around in front of Stevie. "Was that singing happening right there?" Stevie claps a hand over her mouth, her eyes large and round with surprise. Then Patrick steps forward...

2024

Tell Me Everything [david/patrick, g, 1,135] by @characterassassination-at-9am

Marcy and Patrick have a little mom/son chat.

Stats:

No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 7 fics/11,253 words 2020: 8 fics/28,130 words 2021: 10 fanworks (9 fics, 1 fic/art combo)/65,719 words 2022: 2 fics/5,880 words 2023: 2 fics/20,597 words 2024: 1 fic/1,135 words Total: 30 fanworks (29 fics, 1 fic/art combo)/132,714 words

[embracethecringeside]

The character development didn't really bother me!! I didn't think Rick was being ooc, or that much of an asshole, I actually thought it was really interesting the way this episode brought back a couple of themes from past episodes.

Summer just wanted to hangout with Rick, but she always feels as though she has to try and impress him, so instead of asking him to spend time with her, she had him make a reservation at this restaurant with the mindset Rick would think it's really cool and therefore she would be cool as well. But as soon as he started enjoying himself, Summer felt insulted that the Cogs would dare make her seem "basic" in front of him by giving her avocado toast. Rick started hanging out with the Cogs instead because Summer was suddenly focused on proving the Cogs wrong so she could show Rick she's not boring or lame, when he doesn't care about any of that. He also just wants to hangout and do normal things, he doesn't have a problem with that. It parallels the season 5 episode with the GoTrons, where the team says during the Inside the Episode that Summer was acting the way she thought Rick would want her to, which Rick reiterated in this episode as well. What she thinks he wants and what he actually wants are different. He was content to just be relaxing in a pool eating dessert. Rick didn't need or want Summer to plan something big in order to impress him, he just wants her to relax and be herself. He loves her the way she is, and he doesn't want her to prove herself. Even though Rick opened up to her during season 7 when he told her she reminds him of Diane, this was quickly dismissed (or maybe just completely ignored) by Summer, who to be fair had a lot going on, but I don't think that any of what he said resonated with her. A huge part of Summers character is being insecure and wanting to be liked by her peers and her family, so I guess I didn't think it was all that out of character for her either. Her actions actually felt very aligned with Rick in this episode to me, it reminded me of Rick and the fortune cookies, how he had to prove that he was somehow involved in the scheme, and Summer felt she had to prove the Cogs were lying. It also reminds me of the episode with Planetina from season 5 as well, when Summer decided to prove Daphne was just using Rick to escape the apocalypse of her planet.

I thought it was showing the similarities between Summer and Rick, so I think that was pretty cool! And I liked that Rick was trying to show Summer that he just likes to hangout and have a good time and it doesn't have to be some big adventure for them to spend time together. They both use their actions more than their words, which led to a huge misunderstanding in what the other wanted.

Overall I actually thought the way they were both acting was based on the way they've acted before. I thought it was very grounded! The only thing I really had an issue with was that it didn't really have much of a resolution, I wish the ending had been more fleshed out, because it felt abrupt and rushed.

I know that growth isn't 100% linear, but damn, I wish the writers would decide what they're going to do with Rick's character. He keeps going back and forth between being almost TOO nice and acting like a raging asshole.

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snow miku 2024 🧡🥄❄

art print on my etsy for the holidays!

[bunnieswithknives]

The soul of Wicked is randomly inventing extremely elaborate relationships between characters who barely interact at all in canon. Also Fiyero is here.

[lyxchen]

Don't you dare tell me "AI art is good because it makes art more accessible for disabled people" when in the 18th and 19th century there was a painter called Sarah Biffen, who was born without arms or legs and who made the most beautiful paintings (especially miniature paintings) with her mouth or the brush pinned to the sleeve of her dress. Just look at her art, it's gorgeous!!! I only found out about her today but I'm such a fan of her art!!

I LOOOVE the painting at the top, it's so beautiful and I love her art style, I can't stop staring at it especially the eyes, they look so alive it's sooooo pretty!! The one on the bottom right is a self portrait of her <3

Artists will always find a way to make art in their very own way and I think that's beautiful and what all art should be about!!!

[dvilsdesire]

Ask? How tedious. Haarlep could have laughed. He did not ask. He manipulated and claimed, and at the end of the day, his subject likely thought he asked for their permission. But drawing said permission from their lips was an even great feat. To twist someone into believing they truly wanted it. Yes... he did like that thought.

"Several?" he asked, a brow raising. He was impressed. Not something easy to do for an incubus that had shared a thousand beds and bodies.

"I would have every single one of them under my gaze and my fingertips," he teased with that wicked grin of his. Not here, unfortunately. As much as he would have loved to see a werewolf cause destruction all over Cania's beautiful Great Hall... that would also mean her inevitable torture and destruction.

His teeth peered from behind his blue lips, a laugh playing past his tongue. "And what of your bite, darling? That is what I truly wish to feel." He took her hands and kissed her fingertips. "Such big claws you will have. All the better to scratch me with, my dear."

It would make the night last long, he knew, in his own anticipation and curiosity. Around them, devils were talking in all sorts of languages and conversations, eating and drinking foods they didn't even need, and Mephistopheles was seated in the middle of the large table, indulging in conversation with his consort.

"I'm afraid my little duke will ask for my attention this evening. Never impressed after a gathering with his father. But after, I would give you my full attention."

"ALL YOU EVER HAD T'DO WAS ASK," Katya replied cheekily, grin on her lips as her tail pulled on his.

She had no problem showing off her werewolf forms, any of them really. Not to someone she was fond of, that she trusted to some degree. Trusting someone even a little bit was no easy task for her, and it was incredible that Harleep had managed to crawl under her walls and infiltrate that tight kept safety net.

"I have several forms, I'll show 'em all to you if that's what pleases ya," she chuckled, reaching up to stroke his face with the back of her hand lightly.

"When all the other little devils have gotten their fill of you and your wicked tongue for this dumb little party, come find me and we can indulge each other's curiosity," she laughed, keeping her voice quiet to not draw attention to themselves.

Well, no more attention than either of them usually drew, anyway.

"If ya ask nicely, maybe I'll even bark for you," she snorted, rolling her eyes playfully.

[sysig]

Totally unaffected by this gesture of affection, definitely (Patreon)

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jungkook fic recs - pt. 3

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· · ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

pls reblog if you like any of my recs and don´t forget to support authors!❤️

come sit on my lap - ( @euphoricfilter ) pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , “so polite” shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEE :´)

he has a lot of cum - ( @euphoricfilter ) bf!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man

riding jungkook´s nose - ( @euphoricfilter ) we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease

fucking in the gym - ( @euphoricfilter ) this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors

wicked - ( @noteguk ) smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading

strings attached (to my heart) - ( @jungkoode ) smut, crack, fluff, IT HAS IT ALLL, spider man au, college au, spider-man!jk x journalist!reader. READ THE TAGS BC ITS GOOD AF, bc wdym you combined sub-loser-desperate jk who also has a noona kink wITH a superhero au??? it´s like you wrote it for me,, (also, this deserves many many more notes imo)

think i need someone older - ( @redcherrykook ) smut, whipped rich older bf!jk (PERIOD!!) x younger!reader. JESUS FUCKING CHRISTTTTTTT!!! no more words needed, this one´s pulled right out of my maladaptive daydreaming folder

fade into you - ( @nmjoo-n ) SMUT, fluff, fwb to lovers au. barista!jk, possessive obsessive toxic lovesick!jk (LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO). this is a whole 2022 masterpiece, they way this is written, and the way jungkook is borderline PSYCOTICH (or in love ig) for her is so hotttttttt. deff one of my favs

this is how you fal in love - ( @jeonqkooks ) fluff, smut, angst if you squint. rockstar!jk au, est relationship. this is beautiful, a 2022 gem. love love love how lengthy and detailed this is

frost impressions - ( @fortunexkookie ) soccer coach!jk, teacher!reader, gamer au, work au, idiots to lovers, one sided pining at first, it´s a longggg one. another 2020 masterpiece, one of my favorite fics out there, he´s so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression. so so so entertaining and fun to read, jk is silly af lmao, can´t stop putting his foot in his mouth, theres a bunch of cute second hand embarrasment situations

Over The Odds | The Confession - ( @jungk0oksthighs ) ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series

wrong time - ( @spideyjimin ) smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life

don´t blame me - ( @ctrlsht ) sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc

failed quickie - ( @vminizzle ) cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but shit happens, he likes his hair pulled!!1!

someone older - ( @bonny-kookoo ) smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again

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⋆˙⟡ BOYFRIEND!DANTE ── HEADCANONS!

── content warnings: F!reader, mention of anime, Dante being needy, fluff, cute and light content and part two is here!

── word count: 653!

⭑.ᐟ Dante is always, ALWAYS, in contact with you and it doesn't matter where or when. — This is not an exaggeration, or a complaint, never. — Whether through physical touches or messages, SMS, — that man only uses his damn cell phone because of you and even though it's risky — he never lets you keep in contact.

“thinking about you right now ;)” “Dante, you only left about 5 minutes ago…?” “painful, isn’t it? do you believe i have an amazing joke ready? i need to tell you when i get back.”

⭑.ᐟ The demon hunter loves to snuggle up to you, to cling to you; being unable, and in his words, impossible, not to be close to you. — Well, that's his biggest weakness. — Dante always kept his hands around you, usually on your waist and caressing the region. — Like holding your hand, caressing your face and massaging your thigh.

⭑.ᐟ He loves receiving your attention, especially when he is between your boobs and receiving caresses, which make him fall asleep instantly. — you know this very well — However, there was one night, after a long and unbearable killing against beings from the underworld, Dante ended up falling asleep during one of the night conversations, which was your routine, and ended up drooling on your shirt.

⤷ The scene was…naive, also pitiful; your boyfriend was tired, he needed rest more than anything else. — And you, wanting to make him comfortable and pleasant, tried to get out of the position, which was to be underneath him, but an extremely sleepy and heavy Dante prevented your action and mumbled inaudible words — asking you to stay there, with him — and even without understanding, you obeyed.

⭑.ᐟ DDR — DanceDance Revolucion nights? This has become a routine worthy of you and Dante. — Every night, no matter what time it is, and even knowing that you have things to do the next day, this gentle game becomes a competition; Dante, without even caring who is in front, doesn't miss the chance to have fun with his girl.

"Come on, ma'am! Make me impressed, go, go!" + “It was with that swagger that you won me over, right, you smart little girl?” + “I can’t believe you beat me at my own game?”

“Shut your pretty mouth, big boy.”

⭑.ᐟ You are the only person, the only thing that can breathe, that can touch or question his necklace. — There is no discussion about that. — Dante trusts you, until his last breath, even though he has reason to distrust everyone and everything, he would never leave or abandon his loyalty and trust in you. — Out of fear, and respect and common sense, you don't dare to touch it on some occasions and Dante realizes this, he finds it funny, cute, pure; feeling loved and so cared for by you.

⤷ “There’s not a day, not a single day, that the memory of the day she gave me that necklace doesn’t cross my mind.” — Dante mentioned his mother, able to feel a small and unbearable burning in his eyes; he sighed, arranged you in his lap, directing a compassionate look in your direction as your fingers pass through the cord, without touching the amulet. — “And every day, i’m sure she would adore you.”

⭑.ᐟ Dante knows how to be a knight with you, and he really does. — Last piece of pizza in the box? He makes a point of leaving it for you, and that's a high-class knightly role in his eyes. — Even living such a complicated life, working with something so violent and filthy, he can't help but indulge his girl in a few whims.

⤷ Little writings on small pieces of old newspaper, which he left in his pants or jacket pocket, telling some joke or unfunny pick-up line and decorations are typical of Dante. — Teaching you to play pool and then beating him and your prize are moments of grabbing? Oh, Dante is a lucky boy.

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newlyweds

caleb x femreader | post wayward wonderland, marathon sex | minors dni

his muscles ache something serious, caleb is convinced that he’s never exerted himself so much before this. since he was old enough to purchase his own gym membership, he’s been consistent in moving his body and hitting pr lifts at the gym. he’s an active guy and that stamina is something he built over the course of years yet he’s sweating. he’s busting a sweat the longer he goes, fucking you into the mattress like it’s his one sole purpose on this earth. sometimes he believes that it is.

he couldn’t help it. it was inevitable after watching you twirl in the big wedding dress that was prepared, after sliding that ring down your knuckle. dreams always felt so unattainable to caleb because he had a tendency to go big or go home. it was that ambition that helped him pass aviation school with flying colors. still, he never thought it would get him to where he was at now.

nothing melted his brain quite like this. from the day his mind strayed from innocence and developed into something greater, from the moment he felt that nauseating feeling of love and desire— this is what he wanted. you were the picture of beauty without trying, his fantasy wrapped in pure white and lace and diamonds.

the echoing replay of your voice accepting his vow, responding to his deepest wishes is what made him cum the first round. it was embarrassingly fast, only a few minutes after he managed to get you onto the bed with your back sinking in the plaid duvet. he got a few good thrusts in before he hastily pulled out, painting your lower tummy in his seed after hurriedly pushing the fabric of your dress up to your ribs. surely not his proudest moment but he knew you’d cut him the slack.

second time around wasn’t all that impressive either, cock somehow still so hard and red. blaming it on how overwhelmed he was with the meaningful day was the safest bet. he fucked you slow, using every muscle he’s spent his free time fine tuning to give you what he’s always wanted you to feel. spilling his love into you, pumping you snug and full.

“caleb,” you breathe his name, barely audible yet he’d always catch it. he came when you called, it was a sixth sense to him that he unlocked when you were just kids and needed more help than you’d care to admit. it was his favorite sound and he lifts his head up not even a second later to catch sight of your beautiful eyes. “we can take a break, don’t hurt yourself.”

god, he almost scoffed right in your face. this was his confession to you even if he had already poured his guts out time and time again. this was his true seal of love, passion, lust. he was doing what a good husband should by taking care of his lady and putting her to sleep on her happiest day. he was making you feel special and the thought of tapping out just because he was breaking a little bit of a sweat? ridiculous.

“i’m making love to you,” he whispers with a simple, weak shake of his head. that familiar red hue blooms along the tips of his ears, coats his neck and shoulders. he’s bare aside from his signature chain, now paired with his wedding band. he finds your hand, hovered over you, watching with hazy purple eyes as a drop of his sweat lands on your collarbone. he kept you in your wedding dress and veil, wanted to savor the sight some more.

“let me make love to my wife, huh? doing what i said i would. you need to feel how much i love you.”

it was to be expected. caleb was headstrong, went hard for the things he cared about. there was no sense in arguing against him when he got like this, even if he’s panting hot along the curve of your neck and even if his hips are stuttering with every sloppy thrust.

the bed set below was a goner— beyond repair with all of the cum and juice smeared on it from the various positions caleb squeezed you into. it was raw and real, the kind of sex that made your eyes roll into the back of your head and toes curl up so hard that they nearly cramp. springs creak with how deep he hauls his hips into you, groans freely leaving his swollen lips because he’s taking what he’s wanted all of his life.

“get to do this to you every single night,” he finds your ear, planting a gentle kiss to your lobe as his tip probes your cervix. it almost hurts but your legs wrap around him nonetheless, heeled shoe digging into his lower back. “i get to make you cry like this for the rest of my life. you’re mine to kiss and hold and fuck forever.”

the walls of the room feel as though they’re closing in with every word, the realization that he is officially bound to you making you cum another round. white cream coats his dick and he lets out a hiss at how visible your approval is, how your body is talking back to him and letting him see for himself just how happy you are.

“yeah, me too, honey,” his lips plant gentle kisses along your jaw to your chin, sweet and soft the same way it has been and always will be. “don’t gotta say a word, just breathe. i know. i’m happy too.”

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Achievements today:

Did some tasks for my favourite work project

Did a qual to hopefully open up more projects

Diagnosed (sort of) and fixed bugs in my sims 2 game

Ran outside in the rain for the first time since school (which I only used to do because I was forced to)

Confused my elderly neighbour and his raincoat-wearing dog

Stroked the dog’s floofy head

Ran more than a kilometre without taking a walking break