#I'm not entirely sure how to tag this... we're gonna hope these work

[lothbats9000]

It's official! I love the 2003 turtles SO MUCH! Like, just look at him! He got excited and jumped into this goofy pose and I love it so much! He looks so happy, and it's making me happy!!

Also I kind of just took a really low quality picture in the moment and then decided to try and see how close I could recreate it. So sorry this screenshot is so grainy. Someday I'll figure out how to take good screenshots without just taking a picture of my computer screen

[lincolndjarin]

Not So Secret Santa

javier peña x fem!reader

this is a part of the @pedrostories gift exchange!!

summary : you get the only person you didn't want for your offices secret santa.

warnings/tags : 18+ mdni, enemies/friends to lovers, canon divergence, steve is your boss/close friend, reader and javier have a complicated relationship, reader is insecure, brief mentions of alcohol, porn with plot, smut, light angst, javier and reader fight physically but it's very light with no actual injury, masturbation, semi-public sex, p in v, idk how to properly tag this but javi likes boobs in this so he touches boobs, unprotected sex (don't do this, wrap it this holiday season), use of a makeshift gag, rough yet very loving sex because it's christmas and christmas magic means i can write what i want.

tldr : you and javi have sex in his office and you put his tie in his mouth to shut him up.

word count : 4.4k

✦ : merry christmas @taro-666 !!! i'm your secret santa !!! i hope you're well this holiday season and i hope you enjoy this fic !! i haven't written much peña, despite how much i love him so i hope i did him justice and i hope you have a wonderful holiday <3 <3 (also sorry this is a little late (20 minuetes left before midnight so we're good). i was out with family all day and was only just now able to get to my laptop, i promise i didn't forget about you lmao)

no use of y/n, reader has hair and painted nails & javier sort of half picks her up at one point, nothing else is described besides clothing.

lovely dividers by @saradika-graphics

“Please, Steve, I’ll give you a week's pay.” You lean across his desk, genuine desperation in your voice after an hour of begging. 

“Not gonna happen.” He doesn’t even bother looking up from his computer.

“A month.” Your voice is starting to pitch up, something similar to anguish in your tone. Your offer finally gets a reaction out of him as his eyes widen, head tilting up.  

“Jesus, you can’t be serious.” He’s examining your expression, trying to determine the sincerity of your claim. 

“My entire Christmas bonus.” 

“Okay, stop.” He sighs, giving you a sympathetic look. “We’re not allowed to switch.”

“When did you become such a stickler for the rules?” You cross your arms in front of your chest. 

“It’s just a secret Santa. He’s our friend, whether you like it or not, you two are close and this shouldn’t be this big of a deal, now go, please, I need to finish up here so I can leave at a reasonable hour.” He loosens his tie as you sigh. 

“It’s not just a secret Santa, Steve. It’s an opportunity for him to tell me that I once again didn’t do something right. No matter what I get him, it isn’t going to be good enough.” Even as you’re saying it you can see that he isn’t going to change his mind about this. 

“He’s a dick to everybody. That’s inevitable, it just means he’s comfortable with you.” He’s already turning back to his work. 

“Please, Steve.” 

“No.”

You glare down at him, giving him your angriest look as his gaze tilts back up to meet yours. 

When it’s clear that he isn’t going to switch you turn and leave, slamming his office door in the process. 

“Don’t forget, I need you here early to help set up for the party!” His muffled voice seeps out into the hall as you walk away. 

Once you’re out in your car and far away from prying eyes you unfold the damned slip of paper you’d drawn earlier today. 

Javier P. 

Of course, you got stuck with fucking Peña, a nickname you’d given him a few months ago. He absolutely hates it but the entire time you’ve worked for the DEA he’s gone out of his way to bother you. Sure, he’s your “friend”, in a strange, complicated way. But he still drives you up the wall with his constant need to one up you and the way he’s constantly making passes at women around the office. 

And it’s not like you have any problems with him sleeping around, lord knows you’ve had a fair amount of one night stands, but he just has to hit on every woman you work with. 

Every single woman, except you. 

You’d never admit it of course but a part of you will always be self conscious about that fact. It doesn’t help that Javier absolutely adores bothering you at every possible moment. He loves nothing more than to pester, annoy, and mock you, spending nearly half his day leaning over your desk despite the million complaints you’ve sent Steve about his persistent partner. 

He’ll sit on your desk, doing an endless amount of things to cause you distress. Like crowding you with his cigarette smell and vanilla cologne as he tells you you’re filling papers wrong, or telling you what colors to paint your nails, or solving your cases before you can even get to them, or teasing you about your shitty car. Today he wouldn’t stop bothering you about your weekend plans like he doesn’t already know exactly where you’ll be. 

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” He’d asked with that devastating smirk and eyebrow raise combo. 

“I have to go buy my secret Santa gift, just like everyone else.” You’d turned away, avoiding eye contact as he scoffed. 

“What about Saturday?” He continued to pry, you wanted nothing more than to shove his perfect ass off your desk. 

“The Christmas party, Javi. Just like everyone else.” You had sighed, squeezing the bridge of your nose as Emilia had walked past your desk. Javier immediately forgot your entire conversation as he turned to her. 

“I love your nails.” He’d pushed his hair out of his face, holding his hand out to take hers, getting a closer look at the well manicured designs. 

You had tuned out after that. Not wanting to be involved in the exchange as you went back to typing. Acutely aware of your own nails. 

Red chipped paint. 

You couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like to be the object of his affection.

It wouldn’t matter if he did hit on you, you would probably reject him anyway. 

Probably. 

It doesn’t matter, it’s never gonna happen so why let it bother you? 

With a sigh you toss the paper into your cup holder, reaching to turn on the radio, maybe some Christmas music will make you feel better. Of course nothing happens as you turn up the volume knob but it makes you want to scream regardless. 

Stupid fucking Peña. 

Stupid broken radio, stupid shitty car. 

“Fuck.” You mumble under your breath as you shift into drive.

Before you know it you’re back in your car in the DEA office parking lot, this time a few things are different though. 

You’re dressed nicer, trading your slacks in for a skirt and your dress shirt for a sweater. And of course you now have a small wrapped box in your lap. 

Since you had yesterday off for the holiday you spent your Friday at the mall, searching for a gift for Javier. Eventually you had settled on three little things; Nicotine gum, mostly because you’ll get more work done if he isn’t constantly dragging you outside for his smoke breaks. He complains too much about going alone and it’s always been easier not to argue, now he can stay at your desk with his gum. Beard oil, the fancy stuff he always insists on using in his mustache. You’d bought him the wrong kind last year for his birthday and you still haven’t heard the end of it. And a lighter, you had to beg the shop owner to make an exception and do a same day engraving of his birthday. 

Jesus. 

You know way too much about him. 

You arrived two hours early as requested by Steve to help him set up. With the wrapped box tucked under your arm you anxiously tap the patterned wrapping paper with your freshly manicured nails. 

“You should paint your nails green, I love green.” He had said through a drag of his cigarette. 

Why did you let that idiot's opinions influence this decision? You feel foolish. The green chrome polish shimmering in the street lights in the parking lot as you step into the building. You had extra time while you were waiting for the engraving and you just couldn’t help yourself when the salon was just a few stores away. The image of Javier holding your hand and examining your painted nails while telling you how nice they looked was just too tempting. Maybe he’d even ask if you did it just for him, and you could drag him into a closet at the party, the exact situation you watched unfold last year. Except in that scenario you weren’t the lucky lady he’d run off with that night. 

There’s no time to be thinking like that.

You shake off whatever filth you were imagining as you look around the hectic mess of garland and glitter.

Steve is already stressing, setting up tables as you set your gift under the tree before getting to work. The office is already mostly decorated but with his new position as supervisor Steve is insistent that everything be perfect his first Christmas in charge. So you plate food, and you mix drinks exactly as he wants them, and you hold the ladder steady when he insists on putting more lights up. When you’ve got about a half an hour before guests start arriving you’re finishing up and last minute touches, the two of you crowded around a drink tower. 

The tension from your conversation yesterday seems to have fizzled out as you become engrossed in your work, when you’ve both finished he gives you an appreciative look.

“Thank you, seriously, it means a lot.” You help him adjust his tie as he straightens out his shirt. 

“Anytime, although I’m surprised you didn’t just ask Javier.” You pat his shoulder as you finish, brushing a stray blonde hair out of his eyes. 

He laughs, a nervous chuckle that makes you raise an eyebrow but when you open your mouth to comment on it he lets out a relieved sigh as the first of your coworkers arrive.

More people show up than you could have expected. 

You stay near Steve for most of the beginning until he gets dragged away by one of the higher ups who had made an appearance, leaving you alone to sip your drink against the back wall. You hum along to a Christmas song that plays loud enough to drown out any conversation you might eavesdrop on to entertain yourself in his absence, your eyes scan the crowds as you try to match up the people you work with with their spouses. 

You’re getting ready to find another group to talk to when you catch a glimpse of him standing against the opposite wall, talking to Bonnie, the woman who works in the cubicle next to yours. 

Fucking Peña. Dressed in a stupidly tight green dress shirt. 

You should leave them alone, especially if he’s trying to make a move on her. But you can’t help it as you make your way around the room towards them, a vague sense of jealousy settling in your stomach. 

String lights twinkle across the ceiling of the office, creating a warm ambience throughout the space, just as you’re about to tap him on the shoulder you overhear their conversation. 

“I had to beg Steve to switch with me, took an hour of convincing and a week's paycheck but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face.” His back is to you as he leans in closer to Bonnie. 

He’s probably talking about one of the other women from the office. Steve probably had someone Javier was trying to impress and that’s why Steve didn’t want to trade with you, he had already promised his pick to Javier. 

Whatever, you can’t be too bothered about that. It does make you want to return to your spot on the other side of the room but you don’t get the chance to as the music is turned down rather suddenly.

One of the secretaries, Benjamin, stands on a chair, making an announcement that it’s time to do the secret Santa. You manage to twist through the crowds so Javier never sees you, finding his gift and bringing it to where he now stands, simultaneously keeping an eye out for your own gift.  

You hand him the box, watching the way his face lights up. 

“You picked me?” He grins as you nod, carefully peeling back the wrapping paper as you feel a tap on your shoulder. Benjamin waits behind you, leaning in to whisper while you watch Javier open his gift. 

“It was short notice so we didn’t have time to get you a back up gift but your secret Santa told us at the last minute that he forgot to get you something, he promised to bring in something after New Years, I’m so sorry.” You feel a little disappointed as he murmurs but it isn’t that big of a deal, it’s a busy time of year and people can forget things. 

“No worries, do you know who it was? I’d like to at least tell them it’s fine.” You turn away from Javier as he smiles at the nicotine gum, Benjamin's eyes flicker from your face to Javier’s before he gives you a sympathetic look, walking away. 

Javier traded for your name? 

As your head tilts to look at him now you can see the smirk he’s now sporting. 

“ …but it’ll be worth it to see the look on her face.”

Javier had made a conscious effort to get your name just so he could not get you something.

Huh.

That doesn’t feel great. The look he gets to see on your face is betrayal and then just sadness. You don’t really care what the reason for his decision is, you turn and walk away from him regardless. If he tries to say something to you it’s drowned out by the music that starts once again. 

Why are you so upset over some stupid joke? If it had been anyone else you wouldn’t have cared, you’d have brushed it off as a harmless accident but this wasn’t an accident. 

Maybe he didn’t really think of you as a friend. 

Maybe all of the teasing and one-upmanship really was from a place of animosity and you were just too blind and too infatuated to see it. You want to cry but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction so you sift through the bowl of keys, searching for the Star Wars keychain attached to your lanyard but you can’t find it. The combination of the blaring Christmas songs with the frustration you’re currently feeling only makes you more emotional.  

You don’t want to go to the bathrooms where you might run into someone and you can’t go to Steve’s office because he might be talking to his supervisor, so you go to the only place you know there won’t be people. 

Javier’s office. 

You walk as quickly as you can, slipping inside as you slam the door shut behind you, clicking the lock in place before turning around, resting against the door as you feel tears spilling from your eyes. It isn’t until he clears his throat that your head snaps up.

Today is just not your day.

Did he know you’d come here? How the hell did he beat you here? He’s fidgeting with the lighter you bought him, watching it light and go out as he sits with your keys in his other hand. 

Your face feels hot as you take in the sight of him. 

“Give me my keys.” You hold your hand out, wiping your eyes with the other as you wait. Of course he doesn’t hand them over, that would be too easy and today is insisting on being difficult. 

“I really liked your gift. Seriously, this is… outrageously thoughtful.” He murmurs, seemingly unaware of your mood until he takes a closer look at you, his expression shifting as he realizes your eyes are rimmed with red. “Why are you so upset? What happened?” He slides open a drawer, tossing your keys into his desk while you consider calling a cab. 

What a foolish question. 

How could he possibly not know?

“I want to leave, I’m sick of this party.” You turn to leave, maybe Steve can drive you home. 

“Come on, the parties barely started.” He’s on his feet, he doesn’t try to corner you, if anything he sets himself against the wall. 

“And I want to leave.” When you reach for the doorknob he grabs your wrist, holding it as he stares at you, a look of impatience crosses his face. 

“Don’t tell me you’re mad about the secret Santa.” His brows furrow. 

“This isn’t about a stupid secret Santa.”

“It sure seems like it is.” He’s still holding your wrist, why is he still holding your wrist?  

This isn’t about the secret Santa. It’s a lot more than that, and after ages of keeping your thoughts to yourself in front of him you just let it out. 

“This is about the fact that you don’t even care about me enough to make any sort of effort. I know you deliberately chose me, you specifically chose to do this to me and I don’t care that it’s just a stupid prank. It still- It’s still a shitty thing to do.” Your voice starts cracking half way through and you can feel your eyes welling up again but it doesn’t matter anymore, you were wrong, the two of you aren’t friends. 

“So this is about the secret Santa.” 

Of course he wouldn’t get it. 

“You’re an idiot.” You finally pull your wrist from him. 

You aren’t sure what else to do so you shove him, his back hitting the wall with a soft thud as you push past him to get to his desk, hoping to grab your keys but he catches your waist first. 

“Can you stop being so stubborn for five seconds and just let me explain myself?” You can tell his patience is wearing thin, his voice is strained as he pulls you back against him, caging you against his chest with his arms. 

“Fuck Javi- let me go-” You try to kick his knees but he anticipates it, shifting his legs to avoid you.

“Just wait- listen to me.” He swings you around a bit as he tries to still you, you can feel his breath hitching, the buttons of his shirt digging into your back. The two of you thrash around for another moment until you freeze, feeling something poking your hip. When he realizes why you stopped putting up a fight he lets you go in an instant. “Shit- I-I’m sorry.” He stammers as you turn around towards him, eyes wide. 

You never thought you’d see Javier Peña flustered yet here he is. When you take a step back his cheeks are burning red, his fingers twitch nervously at his side, and as much as you try to ignore it, his pants are tighter than usual. (And considering how tight they usually are this is quite a feat.) He won’t look you in the eye. 

“It- It’s fine, Javi.” You adjust the hem of your skirt, trying to fix your hair. You just can’t catch a break today. “It was an accident, there was a lot of- of friction and it happens. I think I should just go.” You stutter a bit trying to find the right words. This entire evening has been catastrophic, and you’re more than ready to call it a night. 

“It’s not an accident.” He mumbles, finally looking at you, not bothering with subtlety as he adjusts himself. “You should probably go.” 

If it’s not an accident you don’t want to go. 

You want to stay and keep making accidents, starting with rushing forward into him, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. Which is exactly what you do. At first he doesn’t react and you worry you read the situation wrong but when you pull away, just an inch, his hands envelop you. 

Hips, waist, back, shoulders, hair. He’s everywhere, all consuming as his teeth graze your lips, in an instant your backside hits his desk.

When he finally does remove his lips from yours his are slick and a tiny bit swollen, his pupils swallow his irises whole. 

“I loved your gift, I wasn’t joking, it’s perfect and the last thing I want is for you to think that I don’t care about you. Of course we’re friends, you-” As he rambles on you ball up the end of his tie, unceremoniously shoving it between his teeth. 

“Talk later, this now.” You grab the bottom of your sweater, pulling it up over your head, watching his jaw tense at the sight of your chest, his hands playing with the strap of your bra as you hop up onto his desk. Hiking your skirt up, he slots himself between your legs, your own fingers push your panties to the side as he reaches behind you, easily twisting the clasp of your bra to release it, tossing it to the side as his enormous palms engulf your breasts. 

You dip your fingers into the wetness between your legs, briefly taking a moment to wonder how you found yourself here. Just moments ago you were ready to leave and consider your friendship with Javier over, yet now you’re spread out on his desk, on display for him as you sink your fingers into your eager cunt. 

You don’t get to linger on the thought for long because he groans into the fabric of his tie and you’re pulled back into the moment. 

Jesus you’re soaked. 

You have no trouble pushing two slick digits into yourself. You can feel the outline of him against your thigh and you know that you need to warm yourself up to take him. He’s too engrossed in your tits to do it right now and you’ve waited too long for this, you don’t want to wait, you just want to have him. 

He’s tender at first, squeezing and softly tracing the outline of your areola until he seemingly can’t control himself any longer and he pinches, rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger as your whine. Back arching of the oak of his desk as you curl your own fingers. Even through the tie his moans are still somehow louder than yours, you’re briefly worried about someone hearing as you let out a whimper while he tweaks your nipple but the music’s so loud at the party you can hear Mariah Carey from here. 

You don’t stop for a second, putting your focus on reaching the peak that you find yourself already getting startlingly close to. You can feel yourself pulsing as you pick up the pace, reveling in the way his eyes devour the very sight of you. You’re agonizingly close when he grabs your wrist, removing your fingers carefully as you try and resist, wanting to finish what you started, you’re about to whine when he begins unzipping his pants. You can feel your pussy clenching at the very sight of him, of course he isn’t wearing any underwear under his dress pants so the second his zipper is fully down his cock springs free.

Javier fucking Peña has a gorgeous cock. 

Standing stiff and proud without either one of you even having to touch it. Pretty and pink on the tip, already leaking down the shaft. And heavy, as he takes it in his hand, his other hand gripping your waist as lines himself at your entrance. He takes a moment, eyes scanning your face, silently asking for permission. 

You can’t nod fast enough but the second that you do he slides into you. 

You could never conjure up something this good in your fantasies. The way he fills you, stretching you open as he whimpers into the fabric of his tie, you like that he listened, that he kept it in his mouth this long. His strokes are needy and fast, like he’s been waiting for this for so long and now he can’t help but be ravenous. You were already painfully close before he filled you with his perfect cock, it takes only a few minutes for you to be right back there. His fingers dig into your waist so hard that you’re certain he’ll leave marks as he slams in and out of you, pulling out almost entirely with every thrust. 

You’re vaguely aware of the sound of his trinkets rolling off his desk and onto the floor. 

“Javi, Javi, Javi.” Between gasps you chant his name, the sound encouraging him as he pushes in deep, his pelvis grinding against your clit until you see stars. Your cunt clenching around him as your orgasm is ripped out of you. Messy and loud and blurry, he fucks you through it. You’re so blissed out you can barely focus on the persistent pounding into you until you manage to come back to your senses and his hands leave your waist, instead intertwining with your fingers as his hips twitch forward and you feel him hastily pull out of you.

He spits his tie out, opting to instead bite your shoulder as he comes, the groan that leaves his throat is obscene. Raspy and filthy as he collapses down on top of you, the two of you sweating and gasping amongst the paperwork and pens now scattered across his desk. 

Did that really just happen?

He manages to collect himself first, leaning back and tucking himself into his pants before quickly tending to you. He grabs a few tissues, wiping your stomach where the product of your activities lay, before redressing you, slipping the flats that had slipped off, back onto your feet, pulling your skirt back down to cover you as he slides your panties back into place, and retrieving your bra and sweater, lifting you into a sitting position as he redresses you, kissing your cheeks, nose, and forehead the entire time. 

“All good?” He whispers, gentler than you’ve ever heard him as you nod, grinning. 

“Good enough to make me forgive you for not getting me a present.” You reach into his drawer, grabbing your keys before sliding off of his desk. 

“Maybe this was your present.” He tilts his head, kissing you again, smiling all the while. 

“That was the perfect gift then.” Probably the best you’ve ever gotten.

“Are you gonna stay for the rest of the party?” He takes your hands in his, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles into your skin. 

“I think I need to go to bed after that.” You laugh as you jingle your keys, turning towards the door as he catches your lips in another kiss. 

It makes your heart flutter. The continued affection makes you think this isn’t a one time thing. You want more. You want conversations about feelings, and to talk about what just happened, you want to feel him inside you again, and the look in his eyes tells you that you’re going to get all of that. But right now you’re tired, so the rest can wait. 

“Can I walk you to your car?” You nod as he murmurs.

He doesn’t let go of your hand, walking you out of the building towards your car, opening the door for you and giving you one last kiss with a promise that he’d call you tomorrow, before you watched him walk back into the building.

Your phone buzzes as you turn your key in the ignition, the sound of Wham! fills the car, Last Christmas playing softly. You take your phone out of your pocket, checking the text notification from Javier. 

[ i forgot to tell you how pretty your nails are. merry christmas hermosa ]

Your head turns up in surprise as you realize your radio is working. A new radio system is installed in the center of your dashboard, with a little green bow taped to the top, and a paper tag with Javi’s familiar messy handwriting. 

from : your secret fucking santa

a/n : happy holidays everyone!!

[russos-ventitre]

leah williamson x reader | first steps ❤️‍🩹

✘ summary: its leah first day running post-acl surgery and she's upset you're not able come, but viv, beth, and laura have a surprise for her

✘ warnings/tags: fluff, boyfriend!leah, leah's first day back (fully)

✘ words: 1756

a/n: requested by anon

"Babe! Come on! You're gonna be late for your first day back!" You shouted from the kitchen, preparing her a packed lunch with a cute little note tucked inside.

"Nearly done!" The blonde shouted in response, quickly tying her headband in place before running down the stairs mere seconds after you'd shouted her.

"Here." She panted, standing in front of you as you handed her lunch, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Seriously.. again with the headband..?" You questioned, crossing your now free hands across your chest as you stared up at her forehead.

"Yeah.. keep my fringe out of me eyes." The defender smiled smugly.

"Uh huh.. that's why all of it is dangling past.." You quipped, hearing a groan from the taller woman.

"Are you sure you're not able to come..?" Leah asked quietly, tugging at the hem of your shirt as she tilted her head down to your height.

"No babe.. I'm sorry. I can't miss this meeting with my boss, it's really important." You lied, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice the glint in your eyes that suggested that.

"..but.." You continued, hands grabbing onto her training kit, tugging her close.

"..I'll make it up to you when you get home, yeah?" You winked, seeing a smile curl at the corners of the blonde's lips.

Leah bit her bottom lip looking down at you, one hand coming to rest on your hip. "You mean like show me how proud you are..?" She raised her brows suggestively, pulling you closer.

"Oi, no.. keep it in your pants Williamson.." You grumbled, seeing her start to laugh.

"God you can be such a teenage boy sometimes.. all horny and smelly.."

"Hey! I do not smell!” She groaned.

“Not denying the horny bit..” You elbowed her, pushing her in the direction of the front door. 

The defender let out a annoyed sigh, grabbing the handle and turning to face you.

“You better keep your promise..” She pouted, jutting her lower lip out as she gave you the saddest eyes possible in hopes to make you feel guilty.

“I will Lee, promise.” You held onto her shoulder as you stepped on your tip-toes to reach her lips.

"Have fun today, alright? I love you."

"I love you more, seeing you after training." She hummed, walking over to her car and driving off.

You quickly shut the door, pulling out your phone to text the girls.

[y/n] [6:45]: guys shes left!!

beffy [6:45]: viv and ill come pick you up in a few mins

beffy [6:45]: just need to grab our kitbags

laura [6:46]: im so excited!!

[y/n] [6:46]: me too lau :))))

You hurried to your bedroom, changing out of your 'work clothes' and swapping into one of Leah's old arsenal jerseys, feeling it consume your entire torso and nearly reach your knees. It felt like a warm hug. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

beffy [6:49]: she has no idea right?

[y/n] [6:49]: nope

[y/n] [6:49]: she still thinks that the meeting is happening even though my boss informed us last week that it was being rescheduled

laura [6:50]: [y/n]! youre evil 🥺

[y/n] [6:50]: i knowwww 🤭

You put your phone away and rushed around the house to gather a few necessities, coat, boots, and keys.

viv [6:54]: we're here

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎[y/n] hearted your message.

You ran out of your flat to be greeted by your two favourite people, both of them waving at you and Viv honking the horn as she waited for you to enter her car.

"Hi, guys!" You waved back, rushing into her car as she drove the three of you to training.

"You sure she won't notice?" Viv asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

"Yeah of course. That's why I asked if you guys could drive me so she won't recognise my car." The couple now 'ohing' as it finally clicked.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Beth replied.

You all arrived to training a few minutes late, Jonas completely aware of the antics that M&M had planned, distracting Leah from their noticeable absence. You decided to stay inside for a bit, watching from one of the windows.

"Alright, ladies it's time to run some drills." He clapped his hands together, seeing all the girls gather around. He put all of the girls into pairs, having Leah be paired with the Physio. Beth and Viv sneaking into the group of girls, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice their quiet appearance.

"Hey, Leah, take it easy today, try not to get to frustrated with yourself." The blonde gave her a light pat on the shoulder, seeing her nod in response. The defender walked over to the side with the Physio, listening to her instructions.

"I'm just going to examine how your body reacts to a few of these stretches and if everything looks good you'll be cleared and allowed to train with the other girls. You'll still have to take it easy though and you'll have to be checked again after training to see if your healing hasn't been disrupted." The Physio cautioned, standing beside as they both began stretching together.

Leah did as she was told, copying all of the stretches that she had asked her to do as a part of protocol. Trying her hardest not to overwork herself and make her already injured knee worse. She desperately wanted to be kicking the ball around the pitch with the other girls and playing a 5 v 5 right now but she had to focus on the here and now.

After an hour of training and a few short breaks, you snuck your way outside, ducking behind the stands as you secretly watched Leah from afar. She was eating the food that you made her, catching her cheeky smile from the little love letter you wrote her.

hey babe,

im so proud of you. youve come so far and it makes my heart so happy to know that my girl is going to be back on the pitch again playing for her childhood team. youve done amazing my love, you should be so proud of yourself.

love, [y/n] xx

Jonas joined you from your hiding spot, giving you a hug. He was happy to see you there supporting her.

"Oh! Hey! how's she been?" You asked.

"Yeah, good. Really good, shes been making a lot of good progress with the Physio."

"Will she be running today with the rest of them?"

"If everything goes well, definitely." He smiled proudly.

That's my Lee.

You began to stare at your blonde lover a little too hard, noticing how her eyes were wandering around the pitch as she happily ate her ham sandwich, her eyes nearly landing on you. You jumped back, lightly bumping into Jonas as you were worried she nearly saw you.

"S-Sorry, thought I was spotted there."

"It's alright, although I should probably leave before things get too suspicious." He gave you a little wave before making a swift exit.

Leah walked over to the side to grab her water, chugging as she listened to the Physio explain her results.

"Your body seemed to react really well to all of those stretches, so I'm clearing you for the day. Go have fun out there with your friends, kid." The older woman gave her a light pat on her shoulder before walking over to find Jonas to discuss her progress.

You watched as Leah took her first steps onto the pitch, kicking the ball that was sent her way as she practiced some drills. After a few touches of the ball, you snuck your way onto the pitch, hiding behind Viv, Beth, and Laura. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and wolf-whistled in her direction.

"Hey good lookin'." Revealing yourself from behind the group, arms waving in her direction.

The blonde turned her head, confused as she recognised your voice. Her eyes immediately lighting up as she found you wearing her old kit as you stood next to Viv, Beth, and Laura who were on the side.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting." Leah asked, pulling you into a tight hug, holding you close in her arms.

"Yeah well.. plans change. Plus, how could I miss a moment like this?" You nuzzled your face into the blonde's neck, feeling her melt as your nose brushed against her skin.

Viv, Beth, and Laura all watched as you both shared a quiet moment together, Viv recording, and Laura just crying.

"I love my parents." She sobbed, feeling a supportive hand from Beth as she patted her on the shoulder, eventually crying in the blonde's arms. "I know.. I know Laura.." She hushed, patting her on the head as she smiled back at you both.

You pulled away slightly to press a soft kiss to the taller woman's lips. "Go on.. go have some fun, don't let me stop you."

Leah blushed as you caressed her face, melting into your touch before nodding. "You're staying, yeah?"

"I'll be right here, cheering you on." You smiled, feeling her pull you in for a second kiss. She sent you a final smile before pulling away to continue her drills with the ball, your hand lightly tapping her on the arse as she ran back to her spot.

You walked your way back to the other girls, feeling Beth drag you into the tight hug that she had Laura in and eventually swinging her arm out for Viv to join, who begrudgingly did after a few seconds.

"Thanks, girls."

"Anytime, [y/n/n]." Beth murmured, squishing the four of you closer together.

You watched as your girlfriend ran her drills, feeling a sense of pride at how hard she had worked to finally reach this moment. You caught her smiling at you at any given opportunity, giving you shy waves before continuing dribbling the ball and making some passes. It was clear that she missed doing this, and she couldn't be happier doing it whilst you were there. Giving her the opportunity to show off a bit and steal kisses from you every now and then as she ran past you. Your cheeks shining a bright red that matched the jersey adorned to your chest, your heart feeling full at the sight of your lover doing what she loves the most. This was the happiest she had been in a long time.

[zepskies]

Hey! I was wondering if the requests are still open? I’m so obsessed with BMD💗✨ I was wonder how Ben would react to his gf having cramps during her moon cycle✨

Tysm for sharing these awesome stories with us hun🫂💗✨Hope you’re healthy and happy💃🏻❤️

Hey there!

I'm so glad you love BMD. 🥰 I’m slowly but surely working through my inbox of requests! And because I’m currently on my “moon cycle” as I’m writing this [last week. I was suffering for four days], I just had to do this prompt. So thank you for it, lovely!

And you're so very welcome. It's my pleasure. I hope you're healthy and happy as well!! ❤️❤️

AN: This one is set in the Break Me Down-verse, but can be read as a stand-alone. Considering where we're going next in "Strong as Blood," I thought it'd be good to release this first lol.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

Word Count: 2,700 Tags/Warnings: Period talk, of course. Hurt/comfort, fluff, grumpy Ben.

Imagine: How Ben reacts to his girlfriend having cramps during her period.

You really were going to die this time.

The thought was both a conviction and a deranged mantra as you stood hunched over the bathroom sink. Nausea and pain warred for dominance as you pressed a clammy hand over your forehead.

Jesus Christ, end me please. I beg of you.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend was in the bedroom getting ready for work. Both you and Ben worked at Supe Affairs now, with Butcher and the rest of the team.

You were one of the top agents in the Surveillance department, while Ben was considered a “contractor,” catching rogue supes and dealing with the remnants of Vought.

He was just about to undress from his shirt and sweatpants and start getting his supe suit on, when he heard the toilet flush in the bathroom…for the third time now. He realized then just how long you’d been in there.

He went over and knocked on the closed door.

“Hey, you planning on going to work today?” he said, with a teasing note to his voice. “Or making breakfast, for that matter?”

“Not now, Ben,” you replied, barely stifling a groan.

A frown tugged at his lips. “What’s wrong?”

“Debating if I’m gonna start my day by throwing up last night’s pot roast,” you replied sourly.

Ben’s brows crunched when he heard the strain in your voice. But at the same time, he couldn’t help smiling.

“What, are you pregnant?” he asked.

He heard your dry huff from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Most definitely not,” you said. “But at this point, I’d much rather be knocked up.”

Ben didn’t like the sound of that. He twisted the doorknob and let himself in, just to see his girlfriend locked up with pain. He read the misery written across your face. You were still in your pajamas (one of his old shirts that hung almost to your knees).

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he repeated gruffly. He rested a heavy hand on your back, between your shoulders. You let out a breath.

“Move that hand lower?” you requested. “My period came early this month. Hit me out of nowhere with a vengeance.”

His brows crunched a bit, but he obliged you, moving to your lower back. His hand was warm, as usual, and the weight of it was a small relief as he rubbed back and forth into your aching muscles.

You let out a deep breath and briefly closed your eyes. Finally, the nausea was starting to pass. And if you dawdled any longer, you were going to be late for work.

“Okay,” you breathed. “I need to get ready.”

You tried to straighten up, even though what felt like your entire lower body protested.

“You can barely move,” Ben said. “How’re you gonna work like that?”

“The way all women have managed to do for centuries,” you tartly pointed out. “With a buttload of painkillers and a heating pad under my desk…speaking of, where is that thing?”

You moved past him to look for said object. You knew you put it somewhere…

Ah! You found it in the top drawer of your nightstand. You plugged it in just to make sure it was working, but to your frowning suspicion, it didn’t turn on.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said. You pressed the “on” button several times, but it didn’t light up. You touched the fluffy heating pad on both sides, but it was still cold. “Damn it. Don’t tell me this thing’s broken!”

You were about ready to tear the thing apart with your bare hands, when a sudden cramp spasmed in your lower belly. You inhaled sharply and held a hand there with a wince. Your back bent forward on reflex, and you grabbed onto the nightstand to steady yourself.

“All right,” Ben said. He took the defunct heating pad out of your hand and guided you to sit down on the edge of the bed. He went over to his side to grab his cell phone where it sat on his nightstand.

When you twisted to see what he was up to, you raised a suspicious brow. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not going to work,” he said. His tone was matter of fact, and your brows rose even higher.

“What? Ben—”

He ignored you when whoever he was calling finally answered the phone.

“Yes?” came Grace Mallory’s steady, but slightly incredulous voice. Ben never called her, nor did he want to. But he didn’t have your manager’s number and didn’t feel like scrolling through your phone to find it.

“She’s not coming in today,” Ben said, without preamble.

"Ben," you tried. Again, he ignored you.

In his ear, Grace spoke your name, both a question and a clarification.

“Yeah, she’s sick. Get someone else to fill in,” he said.

Grace sighed. “…All right, but just so you know—”  

Ben hung up the phone before she could finish. He then tossed it onto the bed. You shot him a wry, questioning look.

“What did she say?” you asked.

“It’s fine. You’ve got the day off,” he said. “Just relax.”

You sighed. Going above your manager to call Grace wasn’t the protocol for taking PTO in the slightest, but you couldn’t help but smile.

You beckoned him over with a hand. "Come 'ere."

A smirk tugging at his lips, Ben came back around to your side of the bed. You pulled him down by his shirt until he sat next to you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug. Maybe it was a small thing, but sometimes your boyfriend surprised you with the ways he showed that he cared.

“Thanks, baby,” you said softly. You carded your fingers through his hair, rested them at the back of his neck.

“Mhmm,” Ben nodded, rubbing your back again. “I gotta get going.”

“If you must,” you sighed. You pulled away enough to see his face, and something occurred to you. “Oh, can you get me some more feminine pads on the way home? And some Midol, and a new heating pad?”

Ben raised a brow at you. This was where he drew the line. He wasn’t about to be caught dead browsing through pads and tampons in some pharmacy aisle. God for-fucking-bid, some kid would be there with a camera phone. He’d learned about the internet, and it was worse than the tabloids used to be.

But you read the pullback in his face. You implored him with your eyes, and your gentle fingers in his hair.

“Please?” you asked. “I’d do it for you.”

Ben’s frown deepened.

“I’m not the one with the…” He gestured at you vaguely. “Monthly problem.”

You grinned a little. The way he reluctantly phrased it amused you. Despite his deplorable sense of humor, and often vulgar language, not to mention his blatant love of pussy, you supposed his fragile male disposition wouldn’t allow him to say the words.

Period.

Menstrual cycle.

Bleeding from the vagina.

“Exactly,” you countered, and you leaned up to once again snuggle your face into his neck. “Please, baby. You don’t know how much it hurts right now. You really want me to go to the store like this?”

Ben held you back with a terse sigh. You were somehow ready to go to work a minute ago, yet you couldn’t drive around the corner to the drug store?

“Fine,” he groused. His voice was nearly a growl, but you still smiled behind his back. You laid small, sweet kisses into his neck. When you leaned back, you pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” you said between kisses. Ben just shook his head when you were done bribing him with affection.

“Yeah,” he dully replied. The things I fucking do for you, said his tone.

He finally withdrew from you to continue getting dressed, leaving you to crawl back under the covers and try to find a comfortable angle to lay down. You used all the pillows on the bed, even dragging his toward you. That one you rested your head on, as it still smelled like him.

Ben watched you settle in out of the corner of his eye, like a cat curling up in her bed. A smile tugged at his lips when you sighed in relief and turned on the TV.

He didn’t see so much pain in your features anymore. You seemed in a better mood, relaxed as you held his pillow like an anchor.

So that’s how he left you. However, it wasn’t until he got to the Supe Affairs building that he saw your text pop up on his phone:

Here’s a picture of the pads I like. If you don’t see them, call me and I’ll help you. And don’t forget the heating pad! 😘

He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

By the time he got home that evening with takeout and a plastic bag (filled with the things you'd asked for), he spotted an empty cup of yogurt in the kitchen.

It meant you’d gotten out of bed at some point, at least. He set down the takeout bags on the kitchen counter and made his way up the stairs.

He found you in the same place he left you: in bed, in your pajamas. And you were crying while watching a movie.

Ben frowned. He stood in the doorway in his supe suit with the pharmacy bag.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. You looked up and finally noticed him.

“Oh, hey.” You paused the movie. “I’m okay. It’s just…Marley & Me.”

“What?”

“It’s this true story about a dog…just, don’t ask. It’s ridiculously sad,” you sniffed and wiped your eyes.

He raised a brow at you.

“Sure it’s not just your uh…situation, making you all weepy?” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You did not just say that.”

Was he really calling you hormonal right now?  

His lips pursed, but he held up the bag.

“Before you start blowing your top, I got your female shit.” He ventured into the bedroom and laid the bag in your lap.

Giving him some annoyed side-eye, you peered into the bag. You nodded in approval at the correct brand and size of the pads you wanted, and a new pack of Midol. You then had to smile, as he even got you a couple of Twix bars. Your favorite chocolate covered candy.

“Admit it, I did good,” Ben said with a smirk. Your side-eye was begrudgingly amused this time.

“Color me surprised,” you replied, but you still treated him with a genuine smile. “Thanks, baby. This is perfect…”

Though you realized something was missing. Ben’s smirk started to fade as he caught on.

“Wait.” You sorted through the bag. “Where’s the heating pad?”

Fuck, Ben thought. He forgot.

His expression slackened, making you sigh in disappointment.

“Okay, it’s fine,” you said, ripping open the box of Midol. This would have to be enough to relieve your pain (but it never was). Even now, your cramps were starting back up again.

Ben nodded in response. You were no longer looking at him though.

He let out a sigh. Didn’t he get credit for fucking trying here?

Without another word, he started unzipping his supe suit and disappeared into the bathroom for a shower.

By the time he returned, you were nearly in full fetal position. The Midol had only put a dent in your pain. The First Wives Club movie from the '90s was playing on the TV, but not even that could make you laugh, let alone relax right now.

You were truly miserable, and Ben saw it as he got dressed in a clean pair of sweatpants and a shirt.

“Hey, you hungry?” he asked. He wasn’t sure about the last time you’d eaten anything.

You paused the movie and moved your head enough to meet his eyes.

“Not really,” you admitted. “You go ahead and eat.”

Oh, he was starving. After the day he’d had, rounding up another telekinetic that tried to trash Midtown to evade capture, Ben could go for about five burgers. But there was a part of him that…didn’t feel right, leaving you like this.

Still, he needed to eat. He went downstairs and grabbed his meatball sub out of the takeout bag. He also took your sandwich along too, just in case the sight of food managed to make you hungry. He brought it all upstairs and sat next to you in bed. Though he was also kind of behind you, the way you were curled up.

You'd felt when his body dipped on his side of the bed. His presence both soothed and annoyed you. The former, because you did love your man. The latter, because he forgot the most important thing you'd reminded him not to forget.

You reached back blindly, eventually finding his hand that wasn't occupied with holding his sandwich. You placed that hand on your lower back.

"Massage, please," you grunted into your pillow. (Well, his pillow, but semantics.)

He sighed through his nose and a mouthful of meatball.

"I'm eating," he replied.

"What, you can't multitask?" you quipped.

Ben's gaze hardened with annoyance at the back of your head.

Still, he found himself reaching over and rubbing across your lower back. He applied gentle, but firm pressure with the heel of his hand. You sighed in appreciation.

“Thanks,” you murmured. Ben nodded and continued to polish off his sub while watching the movie. He usually wasn’t into chick flicks, but Bette Midler was hilarious, and Goldie Hawn was hot as fuck.

“I got you turkey and provolone,” he said. You nodded.

“Thanks. I’m still not hungry though.”

“Are you nauseous?”

“No…just in pain.”

Ben frowned…until he got an idea. He crumpled up his trash and tossed it onto the nightstand for now, along with brushing off the crumbs from his chest. He grabbed a couple of your pillows and propped them up behind him, against the headboard.

You shot him an annoyed look. “Hey!”

“You’re like a little dragon with her hoard a’ gold,” he remarked, smirking. Before you could start getting all huffy, he reached for your arm. “Come ‘ere.”

“What?”

“For once, just do what I'm telling you," he said. His lips twitched at your narrowing eyes. "I’ve got an idea."

With a loud sigh, you reluctantly (and slowly) uncurled and turned towards him. Ben laid back against the headboard, and he guided you to lay on top of him. You often complained that his skin was too hot at night for summer. Sometimes you woke up sweating.

It was a result of the power that emanated from his chest. Ben couldn’t exactly control the heat; at least, not when he was sleeping. But he was sure you were going to appreciate it more when winter came.

Not to mention, right now.

He positioned you just right, with your knee curling around his hip and your head resting against his chest. His large hand once again soothed against your lower back, underneath your shirt, and his fingers massaged into your skin.

You smiled as you realized what he was doing. You felt the warmth emanating from his body as it seeped into yours. Along with his calming touch, it slowly managed to relieve your pain.

After a few minutes, you let out a deep sigh and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, before you went back to resting on him fully. You couldn’t see it, but Ben smiled.

“Better?” he asked.

You closed your eyes with a soft smile. “Yeah. My new heating pad’s working wonders.”

Ben huffed a bit at that.

Just then, your stomach growled fiercely. Your eyes popped open.

You met your boyfriend's wry look, biting your lip. He smirked and reached down into the bag that still laid beside the bed. He retrieved your foil-wrapped sandwich and handed to you. You took it and happily began breaking through the foil.

Ben looked down at you, both fond and resigned. You clearly had no intention of getting off him. Which meant you were about to try and use him like some kind of makeshift man table.

You eventually took a bite of your sandwich, your eyes lighting up as you hummed in appreciation. You glanced up at his raised brow with a happy little smile.

“So good!” you said, still with your mouth full.

Ben restrained the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he thumbed at a bit of crumb on the corner of your mouth.

“Just don’t get mustard on my shirt,” he said.

AN: Lol I hope you liked this! I had fun with it, even though I don't have a body heater for my cramps. 😭

(It's fine. I bought a new heating pad online. ❤️‍🔥)

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Caught in the Act

Park Jihyo x Hirai Momo x M!reader

Tags: smut, !mommy kink, slight humiliation, titfucking

WC: 1.7k

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Being a cameraman on a TWICE performance stage was always a challenge for you and the team. That was nine fancams you each had to deal with; it's a good thing they each have unique features that make it easy to tell them apart.

As the one more commonly assigned to Jihyo, it was pretty obvious what it was: her big, round eyes.

Who were you kidding, it was obviously her tits. With the intensity she danced with, it's difficult not to notice them bounce around. In fact, it was more challenging to anchor the camera on her face instead of her body, but this isn't your first rodeo, and you've gotten used to being mesmerized without being too obvious.

This time, however, while preparing for the set, Jihyo calls in Momo to ask help with one of their point choreos. It's no secret even seasoned teammates would be in awe of her dancing skills, despite having seen group after group. But if Jihyo was your favorite, Momo was most definitely a close second. Now, keeping focused on one TWICE bombshell was a challenge, but two of them? It was torture.

You couldn't make out what they were saying, nor were you able to actually pay attention to the choreo. All you could focus on while keeping the camera steady were both idols' chests barely staying in place with their particularly popping-focused choreo.

You snap back to reality as the director calls for the cameras to start rolling for the actual performance, but the thought never leaves you for a moment throughout the entire shoot.

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You sit in an empty room in the studio, ogling at the shaky phone cameera video you managed to sneak of that fateful moment: two of TWICE's best dancers practically showing off more than their skills.

Suddenly, you hear a flurry of footsteps from the corridor behind you.

"Are you sure this is the room, Jihyo? I'll wait outside the entrance to take a call, take your time."

"Yes, thank you manager-nim! Momoring, help me out here."

Panicked, you try to hide behind a nearby couch, but the door swings open a lot earlier than you expected, and your presence in the room is no longer concealable.

"Ai kkamjagiya! We're so sorry for disturbing!" Jihyo exclaims.

Momo butts in, "But since you're here, can you help us out? Jihyo left behind an earring in this room and we're trying to find it, since we have to return it to the company."

Nervously, you nod your head, still a little bit flustered seeing and talking to them. You set your phone on a counter and start looking with the two. After about ten minutes, as they check the dressing area, you sift through the cushions on the couch you tried to dive into and found the earring. Guess you would've been spotted either way.

"Here you go, sorry for bothering you," you say.

"Thank you so much! I'm not quite sure how to return the favor, but I'm sure we'll catch each other on another stage, I hope?..." Jihyo trails off.

"Um, Jihyo? I think I have an idea," Momo smirks as she holds your phone in her hands, unfortunately still unlocked at a freezeframe of both of them. Shit.

"So that was you! Well, I guess that explains why you were in this room then, wouldn't it?," Jihyo adds.

"Don't worry. You helped our leader, so I won't tell on you. But unfortunately, we're still gonna have to punish you," Momo says, walking towards you, her eyes focused on your pants. She makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and pulling down your boxers, leaving you naked.

"What were you doing here, touching yourself to us dancing? Well, we'll let you do that as our thanks..." Momo says.

"I like how you think, Momo," Jihyo adds. "But, as your punishment, you're not allowed to cum. If you do, we have your phone and all the pictures we can take of you making a mess here. Let's see how long you last." Jihyo puts their song from earlier on speaker as they start taking off their hoodies, to reveal Jihyo in a sports bra and Momo in a baggy shirt with nothing underneath.

You're forced to watch Jihyo and Momo feel each other up as they giggle and poke each other in jest over their toned bodies. But the main show is them fondling each others breasts, stripping the other down until their chests are laid bare and massaging them almost as if they were mounds of dough. You could feel the pressure start to well at the base of your shaft, and you slow down your stroking, scared to lose to their game.

"Yah, who said you could slow down?," Jihyo barked, grabbing your dick from your hands and stroking the head at just the right speed to throw your head back in pleasure. Big mistake, because Momo was right behind you, ready to sandwich your face between her firm tits. "Look at him struggle, like a little baby boy. I guess you should call us your mommies now then, baby boy?," Momo added.

You could feel yourself fighting the urge to release with all your strength that sweat starts beading up on your forehead and back. But you recognize the bridge of the song, and you feel like you have just about a minute left to hold it in.

"Oh, almost done already? You're not getting away that easy. Momo, over here," Jihyo says, and Momo releases you from her suffocating grasp.

Suddenly, you feel a second hand grab at your throbbing member, as both of them start jerking you towards their racks, practically lined up for you.

"You're good," Jihyo remarks, "just a little longer and we'll let you cum."

"Hold it in for us, won't you? We don't want to end this quite yet," Momo adds.

The final chorus starts and you're struggling with every ounce of resolve you have not to finish, but every attempt to buck backward is futile, your legs trembling more and more. After what files like eternity, you feel an excruciatingly and numbingly long pause, as the music ends. It seems, unfortunately, their torment has also ended, leaving your orgasm ruined.

Momo breaks the silence, saying "Wow, you've been such a good boy. Consider your punishment over."

"Now for your actual reward," Jihyo says, adjusting their positions so that your still-twitching cock gets sandwiched between her tits, "how about you show us how you felt about our performance?"

Jihyo presses the handfuls of her breasts around your shaft, tight enough to stimulate you yet again. Momo spits on the tip, lubricating it with more than just precum. "You're such a lucky boy, receiving this from your mommies," Jihyo adds.

She continues to titfuck you, occasionally teasing your tip which would crest out from between her chest. Momo, on the other hand, slowly starts to stroke you from beneath Jihyo's chest, gesturing to her that she wanted to have her turn. This time, Momo didn't need to squeeze as much to tighten her grip on you, and your head most definitely stuck outside her tits, allowing her to leave her tongue out to tease you. Jihyo simply watches, keeping you aroused by running her fingers lightly across your abdomen and giggling everytime you shudder in pleasure.

Your moans of pleasure turn into heaving sighs as you approach your limit. The two idols laugh, excited to see what you've been holding back.

"Are you gonna cum now? Don't worry, we have just the thing for you," Momo says. She pulls in Jihyo by the wrist opposite her, both ladies now sitting at each of your sides, squeezing their chests together and using it to stroke you.

"But first, you're gonna have to ask us if you can, baby. How will we know if you're about to make a mess?," Jihyo teased.

The relentless stimulation for the past however-long-it's-been has left you speechless, yet you manage to hiss through your clenched teeth, "Please... let me... cum..."

Momo taunts, "What's that? We didn't quite catch that."

"Please... let me cum... mommies..."

"Good boy," Jihyo chirps. "Cum for us. Show us how much you want us. Give it to us."

It didn't take any more than the command to cum all over their chests, enough to still drip down your sides. This didn't seem to bother either of the two, rubbing it all inside their chests and giggling, before a ringtone comes from Jihyo's pocket.

"Oops, gotta go, looks like manager-nim is asking for an update. Oh well, no time to clean up now," Jihyo remarks, rushing to put on their clothes.

Momo takes a look at your phone and hands it back to you. "Don't worry, keep the video. Another way for us to say thanks," she adds, giving you a wink.

"See you next comeback, baby boy," Jihyo purrs before the two leave you, a soiled mess in the middle of an empty room.

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The next few days are absolute torture knowing you're unable to tell anyone about such a surreal experience. But one night, right as you get home and lay your shoes by the door, you receive two texts in order. To your shock, they come from two saved contacts you never saw before: "Mommy #1" and "Mommy #2".

Mommy #1's message read: "Hey baby boy ♥️ Surprise! We really can't forget what happened the other night. You seem like a good boy, so we wanted to offer you another game."

Mommy #2's message continues from the other's: "Our next stage is in 2 days. If you can guess who's who, maybe we'll give you another reward. ♥️ If you don't well... guess you're gonna miss the opportunity of a lifetime."

You take a big gulp.

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A/N: first time writing. sorry it's not imaginative enough just yet. hope you enjoy all the same!

also mohyo crumbs are literal molecules if only they had more shared moments

[sciderman]

this might be an unpopular opinion but actually i think that in homecoming mcu peter was very well characterized? i thought he brought the sass and was very headstrong and i think that's why that film is my favorite out of his, he was throwing himself into situations without deliberation with just a very restless and agitated feel to him at points, and actively driving the plot forward in a way that to me felt very baby peter. i think that fanon (like irondad, woobifying him in fics etc) has contributed to a perception of him that isn't super strong in actual canon. i also think the writers would benefit from reading your tags on that post lol, cause mcu spidey is at his best when HIS choices are actively driving the plot, and at its weakest when hes reacting to things happening to him like in far from home. there's potential for spidey 4, there's a lot of room for angry, broken, but hopeful peter, and i'm sure the mcu will disappoint me but i am a fool and live in hope :')

i guess you have some kind of a point there, and i can see the point you're making - but – i think where it doesn't work is that we never actually get an inkling as to why peter's restless and agitated. why he cares so much about being a hero. why he wants to. when like, in civil war he actually kind of didn't want to get involved with the avengers. he was blackmailed into it. so why that 180?

no consistency in the mcu. no consistency at all. i hear that writers don't even consult each other between movies, and i believe it ,, considering how much whiplash i consistently get from mcu character motivations. (constantly thinking of civil war where hawkeye tells scott "you might go to jail for this", and scott says "yeah well what else is new" nonchalantly, like he didn't just fucking have an entire movie where is whole motivation was "i do not want to go to jail because i want to be with my daughter." what the fuck?? what the fuck mcu??? what the fuck?????????? the mcu does this with literally every character too. tony destroying all his armor in one movie and the next one making ARMOR FOR THE WORLD??????????????? 180s just across the board. we're gonna do a thing and then 3 seconds later we're gonna do the exact opposite thing. i hate the mcu.)

in the comics we entirely understand why peter is agitated and restless. we've seen it. we see his justification literally on the front page of his first appearance in amazing fantasy #15.

the world mocked timid teenager peter parker. so peter wants the world to see the awesome might of spider-man. there you go. that's why he put on the stupid tights. we get it. two sentences and we get the whole schtick.

we pointedly do NOT get to see what kind of kid mcu peter parker was before the spider-bite. we never get to know. we do not know what changed. he doesn't even talk about it. not even freaking once. he never laments that he used to be weak. he never expresses the sentiment that his life has improved now that he has powers, or even what having powers really means to him. just a "i've got powers now. guess i have to become a hero. i guess." there's no motivation for him at ALL. power doesn't mean a thing to him. he's just some kid who has powers i guess and who else is kind of super? uh? tony stark?? yeah okay i wanna be tony stark i guess.

IT ALL MEAAAANS nothing!! ! ! ! ! ! nothing fucking at all!!!!!! it's actually SO SO missing the point of spider-man entirely to not pay any mention at all to who peter parker was before the spider-bite. that lives in him every day. it's an ANXIETY that lives in him every day of his life. it's something really important for you to know about peter. in every issue spider-man is IN, this anxiety manifests in some kind of way, in everything he does.

we never see what's changed for him, how it affects his dynamic with his friends, with aunt may, with anyone. it's barely a source of tension for him because actually, his secret identity is thrown around like it's a joke. it baffles my mind how much the mcu misses the mark with spider-man, actually. whenever i think about mcu spider-man i discover some new way they misunderstood spider-man. i didn't even think about how much is missing from just the omission of pre-spider-bite peter parker. it's such a vital part of spider-man's motivation that's been wiped. his motivation in the mcu is so, so vague. his motivation is the same as any kid who has seen an iron man movie. "hey that guy can fly. i want to fly too. and i want to buy iron man action figures and i want a cool suit too." uhh?? yeah?? what kid doesn't?? lame. lame and weak. mcu peter parker doesn't have a unique personality trait to differentiate him from any 10 year old who's watching these movies. weak and lame.

[callsign-bunnie]

so we talked about this and I always make true on my threats

Please give us the funny coming out story they all have!! We’re they called out??? Did someone walk in on a heavy make out session???

I'm gonna answer these in character

Soap: "So, I actually came out to Price, once, and he just kind of stood there and for a moment I was solidly worried that he may have been homophobic. So I was sweating, right? This man looks me dead in my eyes and goes 'Goddamnit, Mactavish, I fucking know already. You're a whore! I've heard so many damn stories of you hooking up with half the fucking barracks. If you didn't have the damn tags, I'd call you a tag chaser.' So, yeah. Wasn't homophobic, but did slut shame me. I'm sure it was meant affectionately"

Ghost: "I've never came out. I just mention past male partners and no one is shocked. Wondering if I should be offended or not."

Rodolfo: "I have also never came out. Do I have to? I joined the military for one man, stayed for one man, got well known for being entirely loyal to one man... I sound pathetic. Anyway- Oh, wait, I did have to come out to said man. He told me I should flirt with this woman at a bar and I will admit to just staring at him in shock for a solid minute and just... kind of quietly going, 'but I'm gay' and he looked so confused. I have to admit, it made me feel a lot better because I genuinely thought he was ignoring my feelings towards him until this point. He looked embarrassed, too."

Alejandro: "I came out to the Vaqueros about five years ago. I was incredibly drunk, which is never good for me, and I walked right up to Rodolfo, I threw my arm around him, and said, very loudly, in front of all my men, that I was 'gay as fuck' and that he was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen in my entire life. I'm loud when I'm sober, I was... LOUD this time. I thought Rodolfo was about to strangle me from how embarrassed he looked. It worked out for me, though, because we got together shortly after and hey, look at us. We're married, now. I guess the lesson here is to always go for it?"

Price: "I come out every damn day, kid. I have to consistently reassert that I'm gay. My entire team should fucking know at this rate but I repeatedly will mention partners and it goes kind of like this: Me: So, I went to a bar last night and I met this guy- Gaz: Guy?! Me: ...yes. I met this guy and we went home Gaz: To do what?! Me: ...To eat cereal, Garrick! The fuck do you think?! We went back to my place to fuck! So, anyway."

Gaz: "I got outed to the entire school. It wasn't particularly funny, but hey, saved me a lot of trouble. My school was fairly supportive, save for some assholes, so I never had to worry about homophobia. My foster parents did find out, though, and yeah that was not fun."

Graves: "We're supposed to come out? Damn, I just... mention it in casual conversation. If they have a problem with it, they can take it up with my gun."

Valeria: "Apparently it was obvious. I went and told Rodolfo, because I was really upset and worried about it and he laughed at me. Worst part was, I didn't even know he could laugh. He said 'you make it fairly obvious' and then mentioned that I talk about women way too much to even have had a thought about hiding it."

Farah: "Haha, I still haven't came out. You either pick it up or you don't. I think it's funny to watch people guess what I mean when I say 'girlfriend'."

Alex: "I also frequently come out. The most notable time being when I came out to the 141, we're all gay I don't understand why I had to do that, and Gaz immediately went 'I have a chance?!' and then covered his face and turned a deep deep shade of red. He didn't talk to me for a week, afterwards, I hope because he was embarrassed, not because he changed his mind."

Laswell: "I came out in college. I was kind of crazy, so I went to a party and at this point, I was trying to get by without anyone knowing and I just- this girl sat in front of me and she was gorgeous. Gorgeous body, her hair sort of bubbled around her head and it would shake when she moved, and she would laugh super loud and big and it was so gorgeous. And I remember I was so drunk that I blurted out of nowhere 'fuck, I'm so gay' and she just started laughing. Anyway, a two for one deal because that's how I met my wife, guys."

Roach: I more got told. When I was 12 this guy came up to me and was like 'you're gay by the way' and then just... walked away. Fucker was right, but goddamn.

[midnightdevotion]

Party of Three

Request: Reader is maverick's sister and is dating iceman, finds out she's pregnant.

@sebastianstangirl01

Pairing: Iceman x Reader (afab)

Tag list is open!

Requests are open!

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, one punch. ( i did not proof read, bc it's midnight )

a/n: In true gen-z fashion I cannot write a fic without the use of cell phones so, were going with it. Everything else is pretty cannon i think.

You've been feeling off for almost three weeks before you realize you haven't had your period for 2 months. Your heart hasn't stopped racing since you came the realization of what that probably means.

Rushing to the store at a prompt 8:46 this morning to get pregnancy tests. You haven't been able to work up the nerve to actually take said tests. Anxiously biting your lips, even though they are already tender and you taste the tang of blood.

Sighing you look at the clock, and seeing it is 4:00 and you've wasted the entire day looking at the damn tests on your coffee table you stand. Finally grabbing the box you march to the bathroom in what you hope is confidence but you know is really just fear and mental exhaustion.

You've spent all day running through every possible situation that could come from this. No matter what your older brother is going to be pissed. You groan as you think about what he's going to say to you. Not ready for the onslaught of being told you are irresponsible and how could you be so reckless.

Opening the boxes to gather the tests out you have shaky hands and almost drop the pregnancy tests. It takes another ten minutes to actually build up the courage to sit down to take the tests.

Within a minute you have three tests sitting on the counter. You turn on your phone timer to 5 minutes, and god you'd rather plank for five minutes straight than wait for this. You sit on the ground, back to the cabinets that are holding your entire future on top of it.

Your leg is shaking as you anxiously wait for the results. Glancing down at your phone every 3 seconds feeling like it's been 30. When the timer finally does go off, you've never stood up so fast. Legs feeling like jello, and your palms are sweaty.

Swallowing hard you pick up the first test. Looking down to see a plus sign your heart stops. Quickly glancing at the other two you see they are also plus signs.

You can't take it anymore and your nerves are shot. Rushing to the toilet you let out all the contents from the sandwich you forced yourself to eat earlier.

Hearing your phone buzz on the counter you stand, leaning against the counter as you read the message.

My love: Hey sweetheart, we're all gonna go to the bar tonight, want me to swing by and pick you up.

It takes you a solid two minutes to come up with a halfway decent reply, hoping it sounds like you in any way.

You: I'm actually not feeling too hot, just a headache so don't worry about me go have fun :)

It doesn't take him more than 10 seconds to call.

"Do you need anything?" He doesn't even bother with a hello when he hears you pick up the phone. You try to control the shaky in your voice when you answer.

"No-no that's okay, I'm just gonna take some tylenol and try and sleep." You can picture him furrowing his brow, because usually you love cuddles when you aren't feeling well and you never say no to take out and icecream when you have a headache either.

"Babe are you sure? I can go to your favorite Chinese food and grab some ben and jerry's?"

"yea I'm sure, I just really feel tired, So go enjoy your time with the boys" You feel so bad lying to him, knowing he's got that confused look in his eyes and he's probably running a hand through his blond hair. Almost like if he does it enough he will solve whatever problem is wracking his brain.

"alright... but you'll call if you need anything right?" You hate yourself for the sad tone to his voice.

"Of course babe" you cringe because you know this whole conversation is a train wreck attempt at acting normal. You quickly say your goodbyes and love you's before hanging up. You call the only other person you know you can trust with this.

"Mav... I need you"

And thank god for Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, because he's outside of your place in less than 30 minutes. You do feel bad because he picks up your favorite Chinese food on his way over. An offer you just ignored from the man you swear is the love of your life.

"Oh mini Mitchell, what's got you all out of wack" is the first thing your brother says to you. The look on your face must say it all, because he is wrapping you in a hug without you even saying a word.

You called Mav for a reason, knowing he would give you the time you needed to get whatever is on your mind sorted before speaking. He's making idle chit chat about his day, knowing both of you aren't here to hear or talk about Mav and his dare devil ways. However, he does know that you aren't ready to tell him why you called him over so he's dishing out the food and distracting his sister the best way he knows how.

It takes two and a half hours before you blurt out your thoughts. Anxiety running rampant in your mind and seeping into your tone.

"Mav...I'm Pregnant" It can't be more than a whisper but you know he hears you because he freezes mid reach for popcorn. It feels like a lifetime could go by in the time you are waiting for maverick to reply. "mav... please say something" You're desperate, needing to know that maverick will support you in this.

"I don't know what to say" You can tell his answer is honest, and you can't really fault him for being shocked and stumped for words, because if you're being honest so are you.

"Please just be here for me...I can't do this on my own"

"you will never do anything alone" his blue eyes pierce into you as he says this, and you are so thankful to have a brother as loyal as maverick.

With the small weight of maverick knowing and knowing you won't be in this alone, no matter what Tom says, you feel like you can breathe slightly lighter now. Your brother is a man of few words in this moment though, and you let him, because you don't really have anything else to add either.

He reaches over and hugs you, and it's then you feel the exhaustion of such an emotionally grueling day hit you. You don't have it in you to stay up to face Tom when he gets home, knowing he prefers to sleep here instead of on base on weekends.

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Maverick might not have said it to you, but boy oh boy was he pissed. First Kazansky had the nerve to date his little sister, now he's gotten you pregnant?!

After he made sure you had everything you needed and went to bed, he headed directly to the bar he was counting on Iceman being at. He keeps rehearing the phrase "I can't do this on my own" in your scared voice bounce around his head. Clenching his jaw, rage runs through him at the thought of Tom thinking he could just get you pregnant and leave you out to dry.

He whips his bike into a parking stall, seeing none other than Ice's car parked in the third stall over. He's seeing nothing but red as he makes his way into the crowded bar. Eyes searching for one person only.

Goose see's maverick walk in, brow furrowing as the brunette brushes right past him, anger radiating off of him in thick waves.

"KAZANSKY" is shouted as soon as Maverick lands eyes on him. It takes not two seconds for him to be within grasp and Maverick doesn't hesitate to send a brutal punch to the blond pilots eye.

"Maverick what the hell!" Tom reaches for his eye, confused as to why he's standing in searing pain when sure he and Mav have always had somewhat of a turbulent friendship but things had been sailing smoothly for a while now, since he started dating you.

"DON'T WHAT THE HELL ME, YOU THINK YOU CAN GET MY SISTER PREGNANT AND BAIL AND I WONT KICK YOUR ASS" and has never been more confused because... well what the fuck?

"Maverick what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't fucking play dumb with me!" and goose the level headed one-- an odd thing to say about the usual goofball, steps between the two.

"Mav... can you explain what's going on" and if it were anyone other than goose who was asking they probably would have been punched too.

"This fucking asshole got my little sister pregnant, now she's sitting at home terrified because he left her to do it alone!" and goose has to physically hold maverick to keep him for going in for another strike.

"She's pregnant?" and it's like a bucket of ice cold water gets dumped over the trio. Tom's head is spinning. Why didn't you tell him? He's gonna be a dad? Wait why did you think you were going to do it alone? Man his eye still hurts.

Maverick has immediate guilt wash over him, he didn't know you hadn't told tom yet, and maybe he shouldn't have punched the guy and caused and scene out in public before he knew the whole story. Maverick has always been an act first think later sort of person and usually it works out, but this time his gut is telling him he's not gonna be so lucky.

"You-you didn't know" and it's not a question, it's a statement. Iceman just shakes his head, shouldering his way out of the bar. Easy to ignore the throbbing of his eye when his heart feels like it might shatter.

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You wake up the next morning feeling slightly better about the situation than you did yesterday. Finding it weird when you don't see tom in bed next to you. Yawning you figure maybe he got too tipsy at the bar last night and had to get a ride with someone else, leading him to stay on base.

You slowly make your way into the living room, scanning the mess on the coffee table from your's and Mavericks movie escapades. Telling yourself you'll clean that up later you walk into the kitchen. Gasping at what you see, or rather who you see at the kitchen island.

"Honey what happened to your face!" you reach out to touch his cheek and feel a stinging in your chest when he moves away.

"Were you going to tell me" Your heart freezes at his words.

"t-tell you what" and you hate the stutter to your voice, feeling like you might explode from fear.

"You know what" is his cold reply.

"How did you find out" your voice is so quiet, and you can feel a tear leave the corner of your eye. He won't even look at you. This is exactly what you were afraid of, you two had never talked about kids, and god if he were anything like your brother then he didn't want them.

"Your brother told me, gave me this shiner too" and there's such a dead tone to his voice that it has you scared. He never sounds this monotone to you, so much like he just doesn't care.

"I-I...." and your voice catches on sobs in your throat.

"I'm sorry" it finally makes it's way out of your mouth, combined with an ugly sob. He finally looks up at you, and you see his swollen eye for all it's glory.

"For what exactly, sending your brother after me or--" and you cut him off.

"for getting pregnant... I know you don't want this, so it's okay if you go..." and you are whispering, any louder and you might break in half. You can't bear the thought of losing the one man you've ever really loved, but you don't want him to feel trapped to you and this baby.

You see his brow furrow, and you think here we go, he's trying to figure out how to tell you he doesn't want you or this baby, and to leave him alone.

"what makes you think I don't want this" You don't even have to think about your response.

"because you're a pilot, you don't want to be held back"

"I am not Maverick." You glance up at him, to see him now standing in front of you, just out of arms reach.

"Darling, all I've ever wanted was a future with you, and here you are carrying ours and thinking I don't want it?" Your breath hitches at his words, speechless as he moves closer, resting his hand on your non existent bump.

"I'm gonna be a dad" it's nothing but a whisper and maybe you aren't even supposed to hear it, but it makes you cry harder. All the anxiety of him not wanting this washes away in an instant.

He looks up, quickly bringing his hands to your face, wiping your tears off your face as best he can with how quick they are leaving your eyes. Softly he places his lips against yours, it's every bit reassuring as any words he's going to say to you.

"Sweetheart, I hate that you didn't trust me to come to me with this, but I'm not going anywhere, You are carrying our baby and you're my future wife. There's nothing that could keep me away from you" It sends fresh tears down your cheeks and you can't help but laugh.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you first, and I'm so sorry maverick gave you that awful black eye. I was just- I was so scared that you wouldn't want us." He glances down at your stomach, full smile on his face.

"I'd take a black eye for you any day love, just give me a chance next time please?"

_____

You two spend the next three hours discussing plans, calling a doctor and him pulling you out of your anxious thoughts of 'will I be a good mom?'

"This little bean is going to make us a party of three tom!" You have anxiety pouring out of you.

"Can't wait to make it a party of four" comes his suggestive reply and wink. You throw a pillow at him.

"Can't you let me deal with this pregnancy first" you grumble, a happy smile on your face.

"Only if you let me marry you" and when you turn back around you see tom kneeling, ring out.

"this isn't really how i planned on doing this, but you're carrying my baby and I just don't want to wait any longer to have my ring on your finger" He lets out a nervous laugh, as you tear up again. If any one asks you're going to say it's pregnancy hormones.

"Oh my god yes!!" you can't help but to tackle the gorgeous aviator to the ground in excitement.

"we're waiting till after the baby though, no way I'm walking down the aisle with a baby belly" You add as an afterthought. Unable to stop yourself from joining Tom's laughter at your comment.

"God I can't wait for your baby belly... but whatever you want for our wedding honey" you both can't help but grin at those words. Our wedding.

Yeah maybe you had nothing to worry about in the first place but you'd live through it ten times over if it meant marrying the love of your life and having his kids.

Taglist: @alanadetigy

[thatstonedwriter]

Loona's Long Nose Post

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: This is a crack piece based on a prompt I've been talking with an anon about. If you want the context, check out the Loona's Long Nose Post tag. Hope y'all can tolerate my attempts at humor. I also decided to expand the prompt a bit and add some fluff. I know the anon originally asked for a fem reader but I ended up keeping it gender neutral.

Content; platonic crack, fluff, gender neutral, no pronouns

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At first, you thought nothing of it. Some new structure in the distance; it looked almost like a telephone pole. At least.. You could've sworn it was. But why did it keep getting taller?

It wasn't long until you decided to investigate. Trying to find the source was like looking for the end of a rainbow. Whatever it was, it was getting tall enough to rival the buildings of Imp City.

After a while of navigating the city, you start getting closer, zeroing in on the source of this strange phenomena. You race through the sketchy alleyways and dank tunnels. Then you turn a corner to see..

"Loona?!"

"Agh- Fuck!!"

Loona's looking up- she has to, because she needs to balance her nose- wait, that's what you've been chasing after all day?!

"How and why-"

"It's been like this all fucking day! Some dumbass kids thought it would be funny to cast a spell or some shit- ugh," She stumbles, managing to catch herself. "I'm gonna fucking kill them!" Loona screams, attempting to kick a nearby trashcan.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer fucking length of her nose, Loona lost her balance. She'd expected to hit the ground. She would've preferred to hit the ground. Instead, she has to deal with the humiliation of doing that Michael Jackson lean because her nose is propped up on a nearby building. And that only made things worse..

"What do I do," Loona groans. She stumbles back, regaining her balance with your assistance, and decides to sit with her back against the wall. She leans her head back, wincing. "Fuck, its killing my neck too. Would you uh.. mind helping me out..?"

She's hesitant, not wanting to seem selfish. Loona hasn't been used to asking for favors or being vulnerable, but you've changed that. Not to say Loona doesn't appreciate her other friends, but it's not exactly the same. Millie's usually preoccupied with Moxxie or spending more time with Blitzø. Blitzø is.. A whole other thing entirely. You're the first friend who has put in this much time, effort, and care.

She understands if you're not comfortable with initiating physical contact. Your company was already enough to start making her feel more relaxed.

"Hey.. Seems like your nose is uh.. going back to normal," you say. And it's true! Slowly but surely, at least.

"Yeah, not fast enough," Loona rolls her eyes- and sees her nose start to grow again. "Oh come on!!" 

"Wait wait wait! I think.. Maybe the spell is activated when you're upset, and deactivated when you relax.. "

"Seriously, you're just guessing that?"

"Yeah, so? We're working with limited information, here."

Loona rolls her eyes, huffing and combing her hands through her hair. "Well how do you suppose I relax with.. This," she gestures to her nose, giving you a (dare I say) bombastic side eye.

"I dunno. Let's just distract you.. Do you have music or anything? Or want to talk?"

Whatever it was, your methods worked. While Loona still had some.. Flare ups.. She's been managing to keep her nose from getting too long.

It's definitely not easy, but that's why she's glad she has you.

[madderruz]

Do you think in the future you would ever make a four legged falin chimera? Like obviously that would be like a fuck ton of work and if not like,, yeah obviously, but I just keep thinking about it.. like maybe building it like those multiple arm cosplays where the back legs are just tied to the front legs and have tandem movement. it'd be a lot of trunk junk though so I don't know how practical for walking through conventions it'd be (unless they were detachable but idk I'm just on an autism tangent)

I'm making a four legged one now! Check out this tag to see how I'm doing it.

For a TLDR/expansion on that tag though: I'm making a centaur body for the back! Since those are a concept that has been done a few times already in youtube videos, I figured it'd be the best way to just follow along with that.

So the way that it's set up is its basically a PVC rectangular prism, and then PVC back legs. it belts around my waist, and the back legs move along the floor (for most of the centaur builds they're light enough to fully articulate, but in my case its not entirely possible. they'll move, but they wont lift off the ground.) And then you either cardboard or chicken wire around the frame, spray foam it (or whatever other method to get it to be the body shape), and then cover it!

HOWEVER, the way I'm doing mine has a secret third step that throws all of it into difficult range, which is that i'm making WINGS!

Now, the thing with cosplay wings is, 99% of the time you look them up, you're going to find tutorials on how to make ones that you wear like a backpack, over your shoulders. But with the chimera's case, that's not possible! So, my dad and I actually had to engineer a completely new way for the wings to open on the "centaur" body. You can see in this post the mechanism we had to make. I originally wanted the wings to go through a more naturalistic movement involving tilting and such, but because we're doing it manually and neither my dad nor me are engineers, we eventually settled on a two step movement. The wing sits in the way a birds wing would when tucked in. Then, it expands, and it pulls forward to frame around my body.

The most important part to me was that it looks natural when closed, and that when opened it frames around my body, which I wanted for a flourish for the performance aspect of the competition.

ANYWAY the hope with the centaur ass and the legs moving along the ground is that them being on the ground will help kind of keep the weight less on my hips. I mentioned in a previous ask that if it came down to it, there would be a harness coming from the back of the centaur ass near the tail and working around my shoulders, that would help again distribute the weight off my hips and more to my hips and shoulders.

I'm not sure what walking through a convention space is going to be like, but since this is mainly made for competition, the hope is that I won't be anywhere near an overly crowded area like an artists' alley for any length of time. I'm also going to have a handler (my dad lol) to help with maneuvering through the space. It's going to be something that's worn strictly to the competition, and maybe a meetup if there is one. ALSO: currently the entire length of the back half is about 4/5 feet behind me. The body is 3ft and the tails entire length is 5ft, but the tail droops off the back, so it's not a full 8 feet length. I'm going to make sure the tail is detachable just for elevator situations and the like, too.

But I think no matter where you see it, even in the state that it's in now, it's gonna turn some heads.

Thanks for asking, and for letting me ramble on!!

[petrichoraline]

We Are Ep.2 thoughts in chronological order

what peem did in the car trying to convince phum to part their ways is what the youth calls ✨a yap sesh✨ (he tried ig) (this is what this post is as well)

we're probably never seeing phum use those things he bought ever, he'll just keep hanging around in his engineer shirt

peem has so many ppl ready to square up for him including his auntie and he is recognised by tan as someone who loves his friends very much (which makes the fact tan has sold him away for time with his crush TWICE even worse lmao)

i don't really get phum's insistence on not telling anyone about being phum's "slave", not even tan who got him into the mess or his best friend but it's just his ego ig (aside from plot reasons)

i find pun more relatable now - tags along for the funsies and gets happy around fire

not convinced the beans and pork scene wasn't an ad but im not sure how cause i didn't clock any labels

the scene where peem brings in food and laughs with q feels like improv or breaking left in lol

fai missing cause of upset stomach might be some sort of foreshadowing and i'm a bit worried bout her

the professor is handsome <3 and could pas off as chimon's sibling in a show

q absorbing those noodles was very satisfying idek why lol

peem and q's friendship is in the background but the show still constantly makes it a point that they are really good and loyal best friends

i thought "oh theyre gonna make the sharing food a thing in the future" so when boys showed up i was like "ah, we're doing it immediately? bit boring" but then he didn't share!! joey never shares food!! i think he will in the future though, him being a foodie is a constant thing so i'm guessing we're using it as a sign of compromise in the name of love or smth

satang playing this type of character felt a bit much in the first episode but i think he's getting more comfortable with the role as the show progresses and it look more natural; i'm glad his character isn't the googly eyed mentee and he actually teases a lot and snaps back but knows when to stop playing because q isn't the most patient person. (matt having to jump in like "bro he's serious" was so funny cause i hadn't clocked that either hahah)

the way we can see q flustered at certain points but seemingly unbothered at others is fun because his reactions aren't entirely predictable at this stage as we're still getting to know him. also it's mad cute when he clearly doesn't know what to do with himself

idk how he hasn't asked toey bout why he's in art yet, ig they're just now starting to properly get to know each other

toey took one look at q's back and decided "that's a cool ass aura to base my entire future around!" and tbh that's very young adult of him

q regularly asking about peem's work being submitted, he's honestyly worried <3

the way i cheered for peem burping in phum's face and then went "oh he came back :(" bahah

phum is definitely already planning his day and schedule around peem, i don't think he'd ever tell his friends because he wants to actually keep it going so one of the reasons is to not run into his faculty friends including tan and the second is to have lunch with his unconscious crush AND I AM VERY HAPPY WITH THIS STUPIDITY

thought peem could overhear the convo behind the car and realise what he was exchanged for but nope, he just dipped; i think that might be a plot point for later

phum not knowing tan has a crush on fang is so weird cause he genuinely acted like he knew while taunting tan, i don't have an explanation for that

fang is their p'!! i was so conviced he was the little brother, ig because of his big round eyes and the way phum acted all protective (that just makes phum cuter tbh)

what is the age difference between bar owner and prof cause i ship it

it took me a bit to realise the nongs were there instead of the full arts gang and i was glad to see toey and q together (also the green sweater is beautiful on toey, hope it makes a comeback)

i was ready to believe fang had some sort of falling out with tan with the way he treated him but tan beaming and enjoying a dreadful setting (no talking, awkward sitting around in a bar with mid music and alcohol) shows that man is glowing just from being in fang's presence (i hope he reaches ridiculous levels of lame for him)

i was screeching when i realised where things were going with wasted peem and seeing him n the bench outside had me exctaticcc (ofc he didnt book a taxi. and ofc they cant just order one for him noww could they)

phum cockblocks but he kinda has to cause there's no reason for fang to be there otherwise; once the ridiculous proposition of him taking peem home comes up he doesn't really fight it at all - he wants to be with peem, sure, but i think he's also pretty okay with tan and fang being a thing

the way i was screaming "just buy the flowers rich boy!!! he wants to go home" and then the kid went to get more lol

ofc he couldnt just leave the flowers in the backseat, peem just has to have them in his lap.. and the seatbelt scene was so predictable but it's too much of a classic with all "figuring things out" parts of a romance that i can't complain

it makes absolutely zero sense aside from people liking people (cause fang knows what he's doing too) that phum would drive peem to his house - a place where tan has sleepovers at all the time and phum hasn't been to before. fang is his brother and they can sleep at the same place as well even if they don't live together but nope. also THAT CAR HAS EMPTY BACKSEATS, if phum wanted to he would've forced them to ride with him to keep an eye on tan

fang is probably planning to launch a big revenge attack on peem and that'd be so funny, those four can get way too entangled, i could get DRAMA out of their plans and schemes (this show is more hidden agenda than hidden agenda was)

tan's energy with fang reminds me of the duracell bunny lmao it's late at night and they've had a few drinks but his mind and body are all focusedon wooing fang (who is playing nonchalant but has probably had a crush on tan as well)

also no way he was just gonna leave tan on the street lol

toey and q aleady work so well together, toey knows his effect on q more or less and q doesn't shy away from being at least a bit vulnerable as of rn; i think they can be one of the best if not the best couple if they have a proper storyline; im certainly enjoying it the more than i thought i would

the fake blush on both toey and peem is ridiculous esp up close but ig they're cartoonishly drnk anyways

auntie took note and now doesn't do facemasks at night, otherwise it would've been an amazing first meeting

"he likes to whine" and she's the one who can't leave the room from complaining sm lol auntie is so cute

ahh, the mandatory "a look around the room shows me you're truly passionate about what you do and you're deeper than i thought" scene..thankfully he didn't mutter "you like painting this much, huh" to nobody cause i was ready to yell HES AN ARTS MAJOR like he kicked you in the balls for a reason doofus

theyre giving us so many closeups of these two and i keep thinking "this is so drama/y im embarrassed" but i have no shame, if it's fun it's fun (and it's pondphuwin, youre not gonna hear me complain about looking at pond's face for too long or from too close)

reaching out to touch his face was a bold choice thoughh i lost it

man down badd man down baddd he was called an asshole and started gleaming like a light bulb

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Daechwita/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 9.5k

Includes- fluff, Daechwita practice Yoongi, oral, blow job, deepthroating, throat fucking, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, multiple orgasms

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Part 2

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Yoongi POV

The phone rings in my ear while I wait for her to pick up

It's early, 9 am

She loves sleep and she's a late sleeper

I hope she won't get mad at me for calling her so early

I'm looking at the sword I bought and I'm excited to use it

I just want her there with me

"Naekkeo!", she picks up, sounding happy, "Hi"

I can't help but smile

She's so adorable

"Hi jagi"

"What's up baby?"

I don't know why but I'm nervous about asking her to come with me to practice

I think it's because this time it's just going to be me

"Are you working today jagi?"

"Nope. Not today"

"Oh ok"

"Why naekkeo?"

"I uh, I have to go to practice and I wanted to know if you uh wanted to come? With me?"

I like when she comes to practice

I feel like I can do the choreography better with her there

And I love looking at her when we're dancing

It's so easier to act sexy when I'm looking at her

"Yeah baby! Of course I'll come. I love watching you dance"

"Ok jagi. Thanks"

"Yeah naekkeo. You want me to come get you?"

I think for a second

I wanna surprise her with the sword but I can hide it in a bag

"Yeah jagiya, if you want"

"Of course I want to Yoongi. I'm gonna get ready and I'll text you when I'm leaving ok?"

"Yeah jagi. Thanks"

"Sure Yoongi. See you soon"

"Ok bye jagi"

"Bye baby"

I hang up the phone and sit on my bed to wait for her

I'm so lucky I found her

She's my first serious girlfriend

I've dated other idols, a few makeup artists, all secretly of course, but it never last more than a month or two

Everyone wants to be with an idol until the realize what it entails and how limited our time really is

I basically gave up

The other guys were able to find girls who genuinely love them and want to be with them

And yeah, I was jealous but I got over it

I figured I'd find someone eventually

And I found the perfect girl

We met eight months ago when we did a fan meet

She was a staff member at the venue guiding us where to go and calling the ARMYS row by row

The second I saw her my mouth dropped

She is fucking gorgeous

Big deep dark brown eyes, beautiful smile, bright orange hair at the time

She's short and small, perfect for holding tightly and cuddling

And I had no clue that I liked tattoos and piercings on girls

She has a lot of small tattoos on her body except for one big one on her inner arm and the one on her back

She has what she said are dermal piercings, which I'm still not too sure what they are

But she has one by her right eye, two in each side of her collarbones, two in each side of her hips and three on the back of her neck

And they're fucking hot

My favorite tattoo on her is one she got a few months ago

I was on tour and she was missing me, so she got some lyrics from my song "So far away"

I was so surprised and I felt so honored that she got my lyrics tattooed on her

Everything about it is beautiful from the font to the decorations in the back ground

When I first saw her, I wanted to talk to her but I was scared and I was working myself up to approach her the entire fan meet

When the fan meet was done, she led us back to the dressing rooms, smiled at us, then turned to leave

I didn't want to let her get away so I stopped her and spoke to her for a few minutes

I don't know how I did it but we exchanged numbers

We talked for a month and hung out as friends a few times when I actually had free time

That last time we had hung out, I told her that I liked her a lot and asked her on a date

I remember I felt like I was going to piss my pants, that's how nervous I was

She agreed, I was able to secretly go out with her and from then we've been together

She is the perfect girl for me, it's like she was made just for me

She deals with my time consuming schedule and she never complains

Ever

If I have to cancel on her she just tells me it's ok and she'll see me when I can

She never gets mad

Even some of the guys girlfriend's still get mad occasionally, but not her

And she's understanding about keeping our relationship a secret from the public

She's always supportive, understanding and willing to help me with music and lyrics if I ask

She'll come with me to my studio and just stay with me while I work on music

She always excited to go to things like shoots, performances, practices, recordings

She's sweet and kind and so funny

She always makes me comfortable around her and she gives me just the right amount affection that would of been fine for me before her

But not any more

I find myself always wanting to touch her, always wanting to be more affectionate

But I stop myself because I don't know how much she's comfortable with

And honestly I've been more and more nervous around her

The reason is because I love her and I haven't told her yet

I'm terrified too

We've been together for seven months and I'm not sure if it's too soon to say it

But fuck, I fell in love so fast

By the second month together I knew

She's everything I could want and so much more

I'm just scared that I'm not good enough for her

I try to be there as much as I can but it's no where near as much as she's there for me

I know she's the one, the girl I want to spend my whole life with but I'm terrified I'm not that for her

I'm scared to lose her and I'm worried that if I tell her I love her that will happen

And she's younger than me

She's 23, what if she's not ready for everything to be serious?

I don't know what to do

My phone buzzes and I look at the text

"I'm here naekkeo!"

I smile as I text her, "Ok I'll be right there"

She sends me a thumbs up sign

Getting up, I grab a gym bag put the sword in with other clothes to hide it

Then I head for the door

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J POV

Scrolling through Instagram, I sit in my car waiting for Yoongi to come out of the dorm

I hear a door close and I look up, seeing him walk to my car

Fuck me, he's fucking perfect

I still can't believe that Min, Yoongi is my boyfriend

I was just happy to see him in person when BTS came to my venue for their fan meet

I'm a huge ARMY but I managed to be calm around them

As staff we're not supposed to really interact with the idols

We're supposed to answer questions, direct them to bathroom or other rooms and guide them to where the fan meets are

So when he stopped me to talk to me I was over the moon

And when he asked for my number I almost died

I was so nervous hanging out with him but after the first few minutes I relaxed

He made me feel comfortable and he's just a genuinely amazing person

When he asked me out, I almost shit my pants

I was caught totally off guard but I immediately said yes

And we've had an amazing seven months together

At first I was really confused about why he'd pick me out of all the girls in the world but really soon into our relationship I stopped worrying about it

It's just the way he is, how he shows me his feelings for me are genuine

He talks to me everyday as much as he can and he tries to spend as much time with me as he can

Always asking me to go to practice with him, photo shoots, music video shoots, his studio

He comes to my apartment as much as he can

Yeah he cancels sometimes and other times he's really busy but I knew this when I agreed to be with him

And honestly it doesn't bother me

I know he's busy but he always makes up for it which I told him he doesn't have to do

If he can't see me because of his job then I'm not going to make him feel bad about it

It's not something he can control

I just love being with him so anytime we have together is special

"Hi naekkeo!", I smile when he opens the door and gets in the passenger seat

"Hi jagi", he smiles back

That's another thing that surprised me about him

How he automatically started calling me jagi

He's famous for saying he'd never call his girlfriend any couple names

He said he'd call them "hey you" but not with me

And he's a lot more affectionate than he said he'd be in other interviews

He has no problem holding my hand, hugging me, touching me, kissing me around the people who know we're together

Which are good surprises and I love it

He moves closer to me and I lean to him, our lips meeting in a soft kiss

Shiver run up my spine from his kiss

His kisses are amazing and I can never get enough

He smiles at me when we pull away and runs his fingers in my hair

It feels so good and I love when he does it when we nap because it puts me to sleep right away

I can't help but stare at him

His smile is so fucking beautiful and intoxicating

Its so hard to tear my eyes away from it

"You ok jagi?"

I snap out of it and smile

"Yeah baby. Here I got you coffee and food"

I hand him the coffee and bag

I stopped at Starbucks on the way and got his favorites

"Thank jagi. You're the best"

"Sure naekkeo. No problem. Ready?"

He nods, taking a bite of food

My god he's adorable

Turning my attention back to my car, I step on the clutch, put the e-break down and the car in first gear

I start driving, switching gears, heading for BigHit

Yoongi is quiet next to me and I glance over at him

He's watching me drive and biting his lip

Fuck me, his habit of biting his lip is my favorite

It's so fucking hot and turns me on so much

It's funny because I bite my lip a lot too and he says it's his favorite habit of mine

I've never noticed I did it until one day when we were at his studio and he told me to cut it out or he's going to have to fuck me right there

Needless to say I didn't stop and we ended up having sex for a long time

But I'm driving now and I can't fuck him

Bummer

Maybe later though

"Uh you ok baby?", I ask

"Yeah. Uh...it's just...."

"Just what? What's wrong?"

"You're just fucking sexy when you drive stick shift"

I laugh, "Really baby?"

"Fuck yeah. Not a lot of girls can drive stick shift and I'm glad my girl can"

Jesus

He always knows what to say to make me feel good

"Thanks baby but I'm not as hot as you are when you drive my car"

"Yeah right jagi"

"I am right. I'm glad you agree"

He laughs hard and the sound is music to my ears

He's so cute when he laughs like that

It's great to see him that happy

"Maybe you can drive my car back?", I ask

"Uh if you want me too. I'm still not that good at it"

I know

I'm teaching him to drive my car, a Subaru WRX, but he's been so busy so he hasn't had time to practice

"Of course I want you to baby. You need to start practicing again"

He nods, "Ok jagi"

A few minutes later, I pull into the parking lot, park the car and we get out

He immediately comes over to me and takes my hand, leading me to the building door

I'm a surprised he's holding my hand

He usually waits until we're in the building to show any affection

That way it looks like I'm a staff member driving one of the BTS members around

You never know when the media is around

He holds the door open for me so I can walk inside

I stand to the side, waiting for him to come in

He puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as we walk

I love the small touches he gives me, the little affection that I'm not sure he even knows he's doing

I love everything he does

I just love him

So much

I've never been in love before but Yoongi was so easy to fall for

And he's so easy to love

He's just the best person I've ever met

But I'm too scared to tell him

I don't know if he loves me and I don't want to hear if he doesn't

I don't know if he considers this relationship serious or not

So I decided to push the feelings away and just enjoy every second I can spend with him

We go inside the practice room and I notice that we're the only ones here

I follow him to the table where he puts his bag and the rest of his coffee down

"Uh where are the guys?"

"Oh they're not here."

I'm confused

"You said we're going to practice?"

He nods, "Yeah jagi. It's practice just for me."

I still don't understand

He's good at dancing and he picks up the choreography quick

Why would he need an extra or private lesson?

"I don't get it", I say

"Jo remember last week when you listened to D2?"

I nod

I remember

I was so excited when he told me he finished his mixtape and he wanted me to be the first one to listen to it

And it's amazing

All the songs are incredible, the lyrics, the music, just everything is top notch, perfect

But that's how Yoongi works

Everything he does is incredible

"So I uh picked the title song"

"Ok which one?"

"Daechwita"

"I love that song. Well I love all of them. But I love that song!", I exclaim

He laughs, looking at me, "You're so cute jagi"

I shrug, "I try"

"You don't have to try Jo, you just are"

I just smile at him

"So I'm going to shoot the music video and the director thought it'd be cool if I do a sword dance"

"A sword dance? Like you waving a sword around"

He nods, "Yeah kinda. I'm not too sure what it entails but this practice is to teach me the dance and let me practice"

"Huh. That's so cool baby"

That's amazing

I'm so glad he asked me to come

I know it's going to be so hot to see him with a sword and I can oogle him the whole time

"You think?"

"Of course Yoongi. And I know you're going to be so good at it."

"I hope so"

I snort, "Of course you're going to be amazing. Everything you do is amazing"

He looks shocked at my words

I don't know why

I'm telling the truth

"You....you really believe that?"

I tilt my head, wondering why he's asking that

I tell him all the time he's amazing and I'm proud of him

"Yeah baby. Of course I believe that"

He pulls me close to him in a tight hug

Laying my head against his chest, I hold on to him tightly too

"Thanks Jo"

"There's nothing to thank Yoongi. You're the best"

We stand, hugging each other for a few minutes before we pull away

I love being in his arms but he has to practice so I reluctantly let him go

"What sword are you going to use baby?"

He opens the bag he brought with him and pulls out a sword in a scabbard

My eyes widen

He had that in there?

He pulls the sword out and I gape

It's a hwando

"Holy shit Yoongi"

He smiles, "Yeah I bought it. A master craftsman made it"

"That is so fucking cool!"

Goddamn my boyfriend is such a bad ass

He laughs, "You wanna hold it?"

"Can I?", I gasp

"Of course jagi"

He hands me the hwando and I just gape at it

This is so dope

My boyfriend is so cool

I can't wait to see him swing this around

It's gonna be so hot and I'm so ready for it

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

Yoongi POV

I can't help but laugh at her holding the hwando

Her mouth is open wide and she holds it up, looking at the blade

She's so supportive

I'm really floored that she thinks I'm amazing at everything

She really believes that and it makes me feel more confident

The way she looks at me sometimes, like I'm everything, blows my mind

With her by my side I can do anything

"When are you shooting the video?", she asks

"Thursday and Friday. I have today and tomorrow to practice"

"Wow so soon?"

I nod

I'm going to have to spend all day today practicing

I'm not delusional to expect her to stay all day but having her here for a little while is better than her not being here at all

"Jagi, I uh wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me for the rest of the week?"

"To practice and the shoot?"

I nod

She bites her lip, thinking

That habit drives me insane and I'm trying so hard not to get hard

I can't dance with a hard on

"I'm supposed to work the rest of the week baby"

"Oh", I say, a little disappointed

"I wish you would of told me sooner baby. Then I could of taken personal days and still get paid"

I should of asked sooner

I found out about the shoot over the weekend

I should of said something before

Now she can't come because if she doesn't she won't get paid

That's another thing about her

She won't take any money from me

She won't let me help pay for her bills or her rent or her phone

She doesn't let me buy her stuff and if I do she's appreciative but she scolds me

She doesn't want me spending my money on her

That's how I know she really cares about me

Not the money I have, not the fame, she wants me

That's always a fear when idols date

I knew the guys were afraid of that and I was a little bit but she showed me quickly that she doesn't want my money

I remember that day

We were in my studio

I was working on music and she was on her tablet

I took a break and sat with her, looking over at what she was doing

She was on amazon, adding things to her cart and telling me what she was buying

It came out to a lot and I told her I was going to pay for it

"Uh no you're not baby"

"Yeah jagi. I want to"

She shook her head, "No naekkeo. I have my own money. I don't need yours"

Needless to say I was speechless

She put her tablet down and faced me

"Naekkeo, I want you to know that I don't care about your money ok? I work and I have my own. I don't expect or want you to pay for things for me ok? Your money doesn't mean anything to me. It's you I want"

That blew my mind and she's been proving that to me all the time, without knowing it

Like today when she bought me Starbucks

She buys me stuff and spends her money on me instead of the other way around

When I tell her to stop, she just smiles, says ok and does it again

So we kinda have a thing where we buy each other things, scold each other and do it all over again

I don't care how expensive things are but I know she doesn't like it, so the things I buy her are things she can afford too

I save the big expensive things for special occasions

I want to tell her I'll give her money for what she would have made but I know she'll never agree to it

I guess I have to do the shoot without her

It's my own fault

I should of said something sooner

"But I'll just call in sick for the next three days", she says, taking out her cell phone

"Do uh, do you have anymore days left?"

She may not have any sick days left because she's called out for me to come to shows or events

The concept of sick days, personal days and vacations are so foreign to me

There's none of that for me

So she had to explain all that the first day she took a personal day for me

Ever since then I'd try my best to tell her in advance if I'd want her to come to something

"No but it's ok baby. Don't worry about it", she answers, putting her phone to her ear

"Jagi-"

"Shhhh", she smiles, then turns away from me while she talks on the phone

I finish my coffee and throw away the cup, waiting for her

"Thanks", she says, then she comes over to me, "All good Yoongi."

I hug her, "You're the best Jo"

I mean that one hundred percent

She does everything for me, always does everything she can to make me happy

I lucked out with her and I fucking know this

"Thank you jagi"

"Of course Yoongi. I'd do anything for you"

I kiss her forehead, looking down at her

"You know I'd do anything for you too right Jo?"

"Yeah Yoongi. I know baby", she says softly

Good

I'm glad she knows

I'd move the world for her, she is my everything

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

J POV

A few more people come inside the room and Yoongi and I step away from each other

A man comes over to Yoongi and starts talking to him

I start to move away, planning to go sit on one of the chairs but Yoongi's hand shoots out and grabs mine

He keeps talking to the man but he laces his fingers with mine and pulls me to his side

I squeeze his hand to let him know I'm there

"So it won't be a long dance?", Yoongi is asking

"No but it's a lot of movement and swinging the sword"

Shit

That might hurt his shoulder

I'll just give him a massage later to help him feel better

"Who is this?", the guy asks, smiling

"My girlfriend. Joanne", Yoongi answers proudly

"Hi", he says

"Hi"

"Here to support your boyfriend?"

I nod, "Of course"

"That's really nice. Support is always good"

Yes it is

I'll always support Yoongi in anything he does

The door to the practice room opens and a camera crew comes in

I look at Yoongi confused

"They're filming this for a Bangtan Bomb", he tells me

Oh

I didn't know that

It's fine, I'm going to be out of the way anyway so I won't be filmed

"Ready Yoongi?", the instructor calls

"Yes"

Turning to me Yoongi says, "Where are you going to sit jagi?"

Looking around the room, I point to a spot across the room

"There. I can see you and be out of the way"

"Ok baby, I'll get you a chair"

I stop him, "It's ok baby, I'll just sit on the floor"

"But-"

"Shh, it's ok", I smile reassuringly

"Uh ok"

He leans down, giving me a soft kiss, then I go to my spot and sit

The instructor tells Yoongi to swing the sword around to get a feel of it

I get comfortable, watching my baby

He's so fucking beautiful, I can't handle it sometimes

I just can't believe that someone like him wants me

It's crazy but I'm not going to question it

I'm just always ridiculously happy all the time since we got together

He makes everything better

The instructor starts showing Yoongi some moves and Yoongi copies

"Pose like this and swing the sword up", the instructor instructs

"Like this?", Yoongi asks

"Yes bring it up and turn. Like this"

Yoongi follows what the instructor does

"Yeah, swing the back of the sword while pulling it back"

I watch Yoongi practice each part with the instructor telling him what to do

"Turn"

"Like this"

Yoongi does a turn and jump, swiping the sword in front of him and my mouth drops open

He learned that so fast

And he's so fucking hot doing it

He practices that move a few times and I can't take my eyes off him

Yoongi starts another move

He swipes the sword in front of him, then thrust the sword out, going on one leg and putting his other hand out

"Right. Stretch it out", the instructor says and Yoongi stretched his arm

"Then move it in front of you and back up"

He swings the sword in front of him, turns and swings it again

Then he faces away with his back to the instructor, bringing the sword against his neck and shoulders, running his hand down the blade as he does

Jesus christ, that's fucking sexy

I'm getting so turned on watching this

I need to stop

I can't be horny now

But he's just everything

The instructor talks to him more, while he leans the sword against his shoulder

Yoongi nods and speaks to the instructor

"Try again. Let me see"

Yoongi gets back to position and swings the sword up and around

"Not like that", the instructor says

He demonstrates and says, "Like this"

Yoongi nods, then does the move again

And again and again

Over and over until he does it perfectly

He's such a hard worker and it's amazing to watch him

"Put your right foot forward"

Yoongi follows the instructions and the instructor says, "Good then swipe"

He swipes the sword

"Good, let's back it up a little"

Yoongi is holding the sword out and he smiles as he scoots back

It's fucking adorable

Yoongi keeps practicing, swinging, swiping, trying to make it look like he was slicing the sword

I can see him get frustrated, looking over at me when he gets that way

I smile at him and nod encouragingly, giving him thumbs up and blowing him kisses

He smiles when he sees me doing these things and I think it focuses him and he keeps practicing

"You'll get used to it", the instructor says

They keep working over and over

It's amazing how he's not ready to stop

His endurance is crazy

"Bring it up diagonally, turn and bring it back"

Yoongi does what he says

"Good, take a break for a second. I want to show you something"

Yoongi, jogs over to the video camera and the instructor shows him something, talking to him

Yoongi nods, then puts the sword down

He pushes his hair back and fuck me, it's so sexy

When he showed up at my apartment with black hair and an undercut, I almost passed out

He's every girl's dream and I get him

I know so many girls are going to have a heart attack when they watch this Bangtan bomb

I'm having a heart attack sitting here and watching him

Yoongi asks the instructor something and he nods

Yoongi nods too then starts coming over to me

🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱🐱

Yoongi POV

I walk over to her, wondering what she's going to say about the practice so far

She stands up when I get closer and comes straight into my arms

"Naekkeo you did so good!", she squeals

"You think jagi? I messed up a lot"

She pulls away looking at me in disbelief

"Are you crazy? Of course you did good baby. Yeah you messed up but you kept practicing the move over and over until you got it perfectly."

I feel relieved that she thinks I did good

I tried to do good for her and I kinda wanted to show off

Maybe I can later

"And....", she trails off

I knew I messed up something

"And what jagi?"

"And...uh...fuck Yoongi you were so hot."

I raise my eyebrow at her, smirking

"Oh yeah baby?"

She nods, "Yeah Yoongi. You were fucking turning me on."

Oh shit yes!

This is what I wanted

I kept glancing over at her while I was practicing and almost every time she was biting her fucking lip, her eyes on me

"Yeah jagi?'

She nods

"Well jagi, everytime I looked at you you were biting that fucking lip", I growl, running my thumb on her bottom lip, "And you know what that fucking does to me"

Now she smirks at me, "No baby, I don't know"

She wants to play that game?

I can play it too

"You know baby, it's so hard to swing a sword when your fucking hard as a rock because you're girlfriend is so fucking hot and doing the one thing that drives you crazy"

She snorts, "Right baby because it's so easy to sit in soaked panties because your boyfriend is fucking swinging a sword around and is so sexy while he does it."

Fuck me, her panties are soaked?

God I want her so much

She looks right at me and bites her lip again

That's fucking it

I take her hand and drag her out of the room

We walk down the hall to an empty dressing room

"Get inside now", I demand

She smirks, biting her lip as she walks in

Fuck

I follow her in, close and lock the door, then grab her and shove her against the wall

“Bite your lip once more, I fucking dare you”, I growl

She lifts her eyes to me, raising one eyebrow

Then she pulls her lip to her mouth and bites

I immediately crash my lips to hers

Her tongue goes right into my mouth, her hands already pulling down my pants and boxers

"Excited baby girl?", I whisper in her ear, unzipping her jacket, shoving it off her

"Aren't you?", she asks, pulling my shirt up and off

"Excited for you? Always jagi", I answer

She smiles, then looks in my eyes as she slowly kneels down

She moves her hands up my legs, her lips on my lower stomach

I shiver from her kisses

They always feel good

She moves lower and lower, then I feel her tongue lick along my cock

"Fuck", I moan

She gets to my head, taking it in her mouth and sucking gently on me

Pleasure slaps my body hard and I can't stop them moans that comes out

"Good boy", she whispers, then takes more of me in, going half way

She moves her head back and forth, sucking and licking all over

I can't fucking think from the pleasure

"More baby, more", I beg

I want to be all in

She can do it and it doesn't bother her

But she likes to tease me, make me beg for it

And fuck it, I'll do it, no problem

"More what baby?", she asks then sucks on me again

"Fuck...pppp....please baby, I wanna go all inside your mouth. Please jagi"

She doesn't say anything, just moves forward more, getting me all in

I feel my cock hit the back of her throat and slide down more

"Oh God", I whimper

She starts sucking and moving back and forth again, the pleasure so intense

My cock keeps hitting the back of her throat, going in more every time she moves forward

Her throat is so fucking tight, I love it

"Swallow baby"

She listens and swallows on my cock

Her throat squeezes my cock so tightly, I gasp from how good it feels

She keeps her hands on my hips, holding me all in her throat swallowing over and over and over

She's driving me fucking insane

The next swallow, I thrust inside as much as I can

Which isn't much since she's holding me in

"Please baby, cccc...can I-"

She nods and moves back halfway

She keeps her mouth open and looks up at me

Goddamn she looks so fucking good on her knees, my cock in her mouth

She wants to please me and I can't wrap my head around that

She doesn't care about herself, she just wants me to feel good

I slide my fingers in her hair and she nods at me

I thrust in her mouth, going down her throat hard

And she just moans

Fucking hell, it always blows my mind that she likes this

I move faster, fucking her mouth while she swallows on me at the same time

It feels too fucking good and I'm done

"Fuck Joanne baby", I yell, holding her against me, all in as I cum down her throat

She swallows more and more, making my orgasm last longer

When I finish, she moves back but I feel her tongue on my head

I know what she's doing because she does this every time

She's licking the cum that's leaking

She loves my cum, telling me that all the time

It's fine because I love hers too

I can eat her out for hours

I kinda got her used to it and multiple orgasms from both oral and sex

So she can go a long time without being overstimulated

She can wear me out sometimes and I can last awhile

But I think it's more that were both so into each other

My sex drive hasn't been as high as it's been the entire time I've been with her

I just want her all the time

And since I'm so busy and can't spend all the time I want to with her, when we do see each other all we do is have sex

It sex, then nap, then sex, then eat or sometimes sex while we eat, then shower sex, then watching TV or a movie and having sex.

Multiple times a day

And the fact that her sex drive matches mine?

It's fucking heaven

Her licking is getting me hard again

"Jagi", I call, making her look up at me

I help her stand up and move her hair back, kissing her neck

"Yoongi", she sighs

I move my hand to her shirt, unbuttoning it slowly

When I get it open, I move down her neck, kissing her anywhere I can

She has on this tiny, hot see through lace bralette I think it's called

Whatever it is it looks so good on her

My lips land on one of her collarbone piercing

Fuck I love this

Running my tongue over it, I lick it, then suck on it

"Yoongi fuck"

I smile against her skin

Pushing the shirt off her, she lets it fall to the floor

Now I get on my knees, kissing her stomach, licking and sucking on her hip piercings leaving more hickies, while I undo her jeans

Pulling her jeans down, I take off her shoes and get her jeans off

Moving my hand I touch her through her panties

And fuck, she was right

She's drenched

And I'm fucking proud

Her panties are cute but they're in my way

I keep kissing her lower, "You're panties are pretty baby but they need to come off. Now"

"Fuck", she whimpers, while I pull them down and off

I pull her leg up, over my shoulder and fucking hell, she's so fucking wet, it's all over her thigh and running down her legs

Running my tongue on her inner thighs, I lick everything off her

God she tastes so fucking good

When I'm done, I slowly lick up her pussy

I feel her tremble against me, a soft moan coming from her

I fucking love her little sounds she makes

They turn me on so much

And I love when she screams, when she loses it, when she gives me control of her body

It's fucking everything

Every lick, I move my tongue a little faster, press a little harder on her

She gets so fucking drenched, it running on my face

I love it so much

Her hand slides right into my hair, grabbing hard and holding on

I know she loves my hair like this

An undercut is her favorite haircut on me

And blonde, mint and black are her favorite colors on me

When I came to her apartment the first time I changed it to this, I saw the way she looked at me

And man, she fucked me good the whole night

I swirl my tongue faster, sliding it in and out of her pussy

"Yes Yoongi", she moans

She's close

I know her body so well

The next slide inside makes her shake and pull my hair hard as she cums on my tongue

Her pussy clenches my tongue inside her and it sends shivers down my spine

I fucking love it so much

Swallowing her cum, I moan from how good she tastes

I almost couldn't believe it when I ate her out for the first time

I couldn't believe she was that good

But she is and she's my favorite thing to eat

Her leg is shaking and she's sliding down the wall

"No baby", I say, straightening her leg she's standing on, "I'm not done with you yet"

"Fuck Yoongi"

"You know you want more baby girl"

"Yes fuck yes"

"Good girl"

Immediately I suck her clit into my mouth, playing with it

"Fuck!", she yells

I know her favorite spots and sucking on her clit makes her cum fast

Right before she orgasms, I stop

"Baby!"

I snicker, licking her clit slowly, listening to her moans

It's one of the best sounds in the world

Her laugh is the other

"Yoongi", she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair

I pull away again right before she explodes

"Yoongi no", she whines

"Aww you know I like playing with you"

"Yeah baby but I want it", she protests

"Yeah baby?"

"Yes Yoongi, please baby"

I can never say no to her

For anything

I'm so whipped for her

Licking her clit slowly, I feel it throb against my tongue

Fucking hell that gets me so fucking hard

Closing my mouth on her, I suck her clit fast and hard

Her hand instantly fists my hair, her hips snapping into my mouth

The next suck makes her shout, releasing in my mouth and I swallow it all

"Again baby, again. Please baby lick me again"

I comply, licking up and down her pussy quickly

"Fuck my face", I demand, moving my tongue faster

Her hips move faster into me while she breathes hard

God I fucking love this

"Yoongi, Yoongi!", she cries, coming again

Her whole body shakes, her leg starting to give out

Holding her up, I lick up all her cum, then put her leg down

Standing up slowly, I drag kisses all up her body

When I'm standing, I press my body into hers, licking and kissing her neck

I know she feels my hard on against her pussy and she knows what I want

Slowly I pull the string that's tying her bralette, undoing it

Peeling it from her body, I drop it on the floor, cupping her breasts in my hands

I feel her hands squeeze my upper arms hard, groaning loudly

I pull away and move to the couch in the room, laying on it

"Come and ride me. I wanna see all of my beautiful baby", I ask

She smiles softly and nods, coming over to me and climbing on my lap

She leans over kissing my lips and I fall into the kiss

I love getting lost in her

It's the best feeling to just feel her, feel how much she wants me too

It's addicting

Her hand slides between us, holding my cock up

She pulls away, smiles at me and kisses my cheek, then sits up

She moves me under her, sinking down on my cock

"Oh fuck jagi", I moan, feeling her tight pussy open just enough for me to get in

"Yoongi", she cries, her body shaking, hands gripping my arms so hard as she gets me all in, "You feel so good"

"Not as good as you baby girl"

My god she feels incredible

So tight, hugging my cock perfectly and pulsing around me

So fucking wet and so fucking nice and warm

I honestly could stay in her all day

We stay like that for a minute just feeling each other

It's like this every time

It's like we have to feel each other before we start moving

I love this part because I feel close to her and we both get pleasure from it

"Rrr ready baby?", she whispers

I nod

I'm so ready

She slides up, then comes down hard

"Fuck baby girl", I moan, feeling pleasure hit me hard

She moves up and down, every time going faster and harder

I can't

The pleasure is fucking astounding

I've never had sex this fucking amazing before

I can't tear my eyes off her

The way she moves is mesmerizing

He head tilted back, her eyes closed, biting her fucking lip again, her hip moving as she bounces, her hands tightly on my arms

I don't fucking need porn

I can just watch her and she's so much more hotter than any porn I could watch

And she mine

That's the best part

There's no fucking way I can look away

While she moves, I can't help but touch her

I run my hands slowly down her body, just feeling her skin, feeling her muscles move as she does, looking at her body littered with all the hickies I give her

God she looks so fucking good with all my marks on her

"My jagi's so pretty", I murmur

"Mmm", she moans

I run my hands up her back

I love how her small body feels against my hands

"So pretty, so fucking sexy"

I'm so fucking in love, it's crazy

I never thought I could love anyone this much

Sitting up, I run kisses all over her body, loving how soft she feels against my lips

She keeps moving while I latch onto her nipple, sucking

"Fuck Yoongi. I can't baby. You feel too good"

"Then cum for me baby. Let me feel you"

I switch to her other nipple, running my fingers up her back softly

She gets so tight on me and I'm waiting in excitement

I love feeling her orgasm

It's the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

It's one of the reasons why I love sex with her so much

I get to feel her tight, wet pussy, while we fuck and then I get her orgasm

She gets to feel me and cum a lot

A win win

"Yoongi, baby", she cries, pressing her body close to me as she orgasms

She squeezes my cock so hard, clenching over and over again

"Good girl. Feels good baby?"

"Yyyy...yes Yoongi. You always feel so good for me", she praises

I try to be as good as I can for her, staying hard for her as long as I can, making sure I hit all the right spots for her

She's my baby, I want to please her

All the time, every time

When she finishes, I sit back and hold her hips

I bring her up my cock and slide her down, thrusting up into where I know her spot is when I bring her down

"Yoongi oh god!", she yells

"There baby?", I smirk

"Yes Yoongi. Again. Please baby again"

"Of course baby. I'll give you anything you want"

Moving her faster, I keep slamming up

And she screams with every slam, her hands squeezing my wrists so tightly

Her pussy is throbbing so fucking hard, making pleasure crash over me again and again

I love watching her breasts bounce hard, love watching how deep my cock goes that it pushes her stomach up with every thrust

She always takes me so deep and she actually loves it

It doesn't hurt her and I'm so glad

I never want to hurt her

I feel her getting ready and I move faster, pounding her spot

"Oh fuck Yoongi!", she cries, exploding again, releasing all over me, her body shaking in my hands

My eyes go down to us and I moan seeing her cream all over my cock

Her pretty pussy lips are sucking me back inside and more of her cum coats my cock when she moves back up

That alone can make me cum

But I push it back

She didn't cum as much as I want her to and I want more

When she finishes I ask, "Please fuck me jagi. Please"

She nods, immediately bouncing up and down my cock again

She slams down hard taking all of me in on her own

Goddamn she's so fucking sexy

She's breathing so hard, pleasure all over her face

Her body is glistening in sweat, her hair soaked with it

I sit up, running my tongue on her stomach, licking her sweat

"Tastes good baby", I smirk

"Oh my God Yoongi"

I lick her again, then lay back watching her

I move my hand to her clit and rub it in circles

He pussy instantly tightens on me

"Good girl. Throb harder baby. I know you can"

I keep playing with her clit and sure enough she pulsates harder, moaning loudly

"C'mon baby, I know you can be louder than that. I want to hear you scream when you cum"

I'm so fucked out right now, I don't care who hears us

She panting hard, her cunt holding my cock in a vice grip

"C'mon baby. Cmon", I urge her

I watch her thighs tremble and I increase the speed of my fingers

"Yoongi... Yoongi"

"Scream", I demand

"YOONGI! YOONGI!", she screams as loud as she can, coming

God seeing her whole body shake so hard because of the pleasure I'm giving her is amazing

Pleasure hits me hard as her pussy clamps down on my cock

I keep moving my fingers, giving her more pleasure

"Oh my God YOONGI!", she cries, orgasming again

"That's it baby girl. Keep coming baby girl. You're so pretty jagi. So beautiful", I praise her, pleasuring her

"Yoongi"

She cums for a third time in a row

I fucking love giving her multiple orgasms in a row

She doesn't get a break and she's in constant pleasure

"C'mon baby, you can do it again. I know you can"

She just screams loudly no words, her hands in her hair, exploding again

"There we go. Good girl, I knew you could do it. One more baby"

"Yoongi I...I can't..."

"Yes you can jagi. You've done it before. You can and you want it"

"I do Yoongi. I do"

"So gimme baby"

She slams down, my cock hitting her spot at the same time I rub her clit and she loses it screaming

Her back arches so much so that she starts falling back

She's in so much pleasure that she can't stop herself

I grab her immediately, fucking up into her

"I'm gonna cum baby"

"Yes. Yes. Yes", she cries

I move harder and faster in her, pleasure taking over

"Joanne, baby!", I scream, finally coming hard, filling her pussy with cum

She throbs hard on me, milking all the cum from my cock and it feels so fucking good

When I finish I relax on the couch, taking her with me

I don't want her to fall because of how exhausted she is

She lays on my chest and I push her sweaty hair from her face, kissing her forehead

She's breathing so hard and I'm a little nervous that she hasn't gotten her breath under control

"You ok jagi?"

She nods, "Tired"

I chuckle, "Did I actually tire you out this time?"

She lifts her head, looking at me, rolling her eyes

"That's only because we had to do everything in a short break baby. You know that if we had more time I'd tire you out and I'd still be ready to go more"

I laugh because it's true

"Yeah jagi, I know", I answer

"Good that you know", she smirks then lays her head back down

I run my fingers in her hair and take her hand, kissing her palm

I don't know what it is about her but I have to be touching her or I feel like I can't breathe

I never thought I'd be like this with anyone, but I like being this way with her

"You're so sweaty baby", she giggles

"Yeah baby. I'm always sweaty after we're together. You make me more sweaty than the hardest BTS choreography"

"I'll take that as a compliment", she says

"It is one", I reply

"Can we just stay like this for a little longer?"

Absolutely

I need a few minutes before I get up and go back to sword practicing

And I want to stay with her like this more

"Yeah jagi. We can"

She snuggles more into me and I just hold her

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I'm kneeling down with the sword, listening to the instructor as he tells me that I should do some cool poses for pictures during the dance

I nod

Joanne is back in her spot watching me and smiling

You'd think it'd be weird to have my girlfriend here watching

Like I'd be nervous or something but I'm not

It's better when she's here

I'm able to do all the moves right and then watch her smile at me and give me a thumbs up

I'm told that now we're gonna practice with music

Getting up, I go next to the instructor and the music for Daechwita starts playing

I'm whispering the words to myself, walking next to the instructor, sword against my shoulder

We do a few moves then he tells me something about moving my foot the right way

I'm so hot and sweating already

He has me practice the slice down with the sword a few times

The shutter of the camera is constantly going off as the camera man takes pictures

I keep going through the routine a few times, listening to the instructions that are called out to me

After awhile, we run through the whole choreography again with the music

After that, we stop

Putting the sword on the table, I move my fingers through my hair, getting it off my face

It's full of sweat and it's gross

I look over at her and she's already watching me, biting her lip

I smirk at her and her cheeks turn pink

I know she thinks I'm hot

I don't see it but as long as she thinks I am I'm good

I sit down and drink some water, then wave her over to me

She stands up and comes over

Grabbing her wrist, I pull her down next to me

"Watch the video with me?"

She nods, holding my hand tightly

I press the button on the tablet and the video starts playing of me practicing

"You're so good baby. You learned everything like right away", she praises as we watches

I smile loving the praise she gives me

"That is so hot", she says, pointing to the move where the sword is on my neck

"Yeah baby?"

"Oh yeah. So many ARMYS are going to be swooning"

"As long as you are, I'm good"

She snorts, "What do you think I was doing this whole time?"

"Yeah?", I ask, tucking her hair behind her ear

"Of course baby. You're very swoon worthy"

I laugh at how cute she is

When the video finishes, I sit back

It's good enough

Hopefully ARMYS will like it

"I'm gonna have to go do the outro, then I wanna practice more. Do you want to stay?"

"Yeah baby. I'll stay", she smiles

I pull her to me, kissing her softly

When I pull away, I notice the camera is still on us

"Don't put that in the Bangtan bomb", I joke

"Never. Not until you announced your relationship", the cameraman assures us

We both stand up and she kisses me on my cheek then goes back to where she was sitting

I quickly do the outro, thank the instructor and pick up my sword

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I finally decide to stop practicing after a few hours

I glance over to where she is

She's asleep

She using my bag as a pillow

I check my watch

10 pm

Shit it's late

I shouldn't have practiced so late

I have tomorrow to practice too

I should of paid attention to her too, noticed that she was getting tired

I go over to her and sit in front of her

I can't get over how beautiful she is

Seven months together and her beauty still astounds me everyday

Every time I look at her I can't believe she's real

And that she's mine

I got her

I'm the one she wanted

I thank whoever every single day that I have her

"Jagi", I call softly, rubbing her arm, "Jagi. Wake up baby. We're gonna go"

"Hmmm"

She opens her eyes slowly, lifting her head and looking at me

"What?"

"You feel asleep jagi."

She yawns, trying to sit up and I help her

"What uh what time is it?"

"Ten jagi"

"Oh. Aren't you tired baby?"

I smile

She's always worried about me

"A little jagi. I'm sorry I practiced for so long"

She shakes her head slowly, "No baby. It's ok. I know you have to practice baby. Don't worry about it"

"Thanks jagi"

"Am I driving you back to the dorm now?"

I was thinking about that

I don't want to be away from her

"Jo uh do you want to come stay over at the dorm for the rest of the week? I have to get up early to film the music video and if we're together it'll be easier"

Because I'm always busy or she has work, we don't spend the night together a lot

We've done it a few times and I want to do much more, but there's not that many opportunities

If I stay at her apartment, she has to wake up to let me out

If she stays at the dorm, she has to leave when I leave

"Oh. So you want me to say because it'll be easier to get where we're going?", she asks tiredly

Well that's one thing but it's not the main reason

"No jagi. I want you to come because I want to be with you. I love spending the night with you and this time it's perfect because we're getting up at the same time and going to the same place.", I explain

"So three days of sleeping with my boyfriend?", she smiles, "That will be a hell yes"

A huge smile burst on my face, "Ok jagi"

"I don't have anything though. No clothes or anything"

"I thought we could go to your apartment so you can get some stuff then go to the dorm"

"You just thought of everything", she teases

I smile shyly and nod

"Ok baby. Let's go"

I help her stand up, then grab my bag, putting the sword back in to it

I notice her yawning and leaning against the wall

She's still sleepy

"C'mon jagi", I say, going over to her

Bending down, I pick her up

"Yoongi!", she giggles, "What are you doing"

"My jagi's tired. I want to carry my baby girl"

"You don't have to baby"

"I want to so shush"

She giggles again

"Ok baby"

She puts her arms and legs around me, laying her head on my shoulder

As I walk to her car, I feel her giving me little kisses on my neck

God I love her

"I'll drive jagi", I say getting to the car

"Ok baby"

She hands me the keys as I put her down

We get in the car and I drive in the direction of her apartment

[onlythebravest]

✨️ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨️

Thank you @disgruntledkittenface for tagging me! These questions things are always so fun to read and answer!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

212 726

3. What fandoms do you write for?

rigt now, 1D and hockey rpf. I've written for harry potter and acotar before though

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

in order; never been a fan of change, but we're still the same, in the pub that we met he's got his arms around you, dream about a summer night, a conversation starter and these arms were made for holding you

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! almost always. for different reasons. as a reader, I always enjoy getting replies to comments I've left. it also motivates me to leave more comments, esp on that author's fics. that's just how I work. and since I like and want that, I assume it's the same for other ppl so I do that to them. it's also bc getting comments sometimes makes my entire day, and it makes me so happy, and I want to let them know that

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm not sure i've written anything with an angsty ending? oh wait, two of my older mini fics do. the loss of a friend and what are we now? both have pretty angsty endings, or at least not happy ones. so i'll go with them.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the rest of them? no, but I prefer happy endings so I think almost all of the rest have. all of my top five kudos ones that I mentioned above are the first ones I'd pick, so take your pick among those. but if I were to pick another one... most of the rest are kinda happy throughout the entire fic and then the ending doesn't feel as happy. so to pick one that's not happy throughout, but has a happy ending, I'll go with maybe we're good, maybe we're not.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, i don't. i've gotten some rude comments, but that's as far as it's gotten luckily

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes, i've written a little. it's still a bit out of my comfort zone though, esp posting it, but i've written some m/m smut of different variants.

10. Do you write crossovers? What the craziest one you've written?

no. or well, technically yes, but it's an abandoned wip that i don't like so that's all you're gonna get about it

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as i'm aware, so i hope not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope. I was part of a round robin, but that got abandoned and I vowed never to do it again. group projects are not my thing 😂

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't think I have one. I change favorites so often, so I don't think I can say I've got an all-time fave

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

oh multiple! I have one that I do doubt I'll ever finish but I still hope I will so so much, so I'm not gonna give up on that one just yet. instead, I have one that's even less likely I'll finish. it's a fantasy one, enemies to lovers (I should've known it was doomed already then, that's not my thing), magic that was based around elements. it's main feature is that it has a "who did this to you?" between two ppl who don't like each other, which is something I love. maybe I'll end up publishing only that scene, it can be read as a stand-alone so it's not that bad of an idea actually

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue, I think. specifically banter, I think I'm pretty good at that. I always manage to write it in at least and have a lot of fun writing it!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I feel like I write pretty short sentences, making paragraphs sound a bit choppy. I'm also an expert in writing english sentences with swedish grammar, so I feel for my beta that has to correct that shit. esp when the sentence doesn't even make sense in English and it's a guessing game😂

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

if it's important to the plot, then yeah, that could be nice. but it's a bit of a pet peeve of mine when i read dialgoue in swedish and it's obvious that the author has used google translate, it bothers me. i'd rather read it in english with an accompanying "says in swedish" rather than the inaccurate translation. but that's probably bc it's my native language. when it's in languages i don't understand i don't have that issue obviously.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter probably? at least that I posted for, might've written something that I didn't realise was technically for fandom when I was younger

20. Favorite fic you've written?

oh, hm... right now it's probably a tie between does it always end in heartbreak? and maybe we're good, maybe we're not. but that's probably bc those are the latest ones I published. one favorite I always mention is one of the drabbles in the drabble collection snapshots of moments, the one in chapter 11, pretty when you beg

Since this was the first one I saw of these, I'm not sure who has done them, but I'll tag @greenfeelings, @neondiamond, @larrysballetslippers, @lunarheslwt, @sun-lt, @hellolovers13, @zjofierose and @zanniscaramouche. oh and if you see this and want to do this, just say I tagged you because I want to read it!

[robynrocksforbrains]

"Full circle moments"

Saw someone in the tag say that they think Will dying would make a lot of sense, and I was gonna reblog and disagree with them. But I have too much to say so I'm just making my own post.

(This person wasn't saying they wanted Will to die. They were just saying it would make sense. But I think that's an awfully sad perspective to have, and I'd like to provide some reasons to the contrary.)

Stranger Things doesn't need to be brought full circle, and even if it did, Will dying would not be necessary to do so. Yes, full circle moments are fun, but they're not necessary for a good ending. Having a few full circle moments for byler would be incredible.

Examples: Flickergate, Will telling the story of how they met so we have it from both of their POVs

I'm sure there are more possibilities that I can't think of right now.

Anyway, my point is, the show doesn't have to be brought "full circle" in every sense of the term. There are some things that just should not be returned to. Ending the show the same way it started - with a tragedy - would genuinely suck. That wouldn't be good writing. It wouldn't be satisfying. It wouldn't be thought provoking. It wouldn't send a message of hope, which is the Duffers' goal. They said it themselves, they want this show - in it's entirety - to send a message of hope to people, but especially youths. And I can't help but think that queer youths are one of their main targets with this message of hope.

Will is a character that many many queer kids relate to. In a meta sense, his story being marked by tragedy after tragedy resonates with the pain that queer people face in their childhoods. Realizing you're queer, especially in an environment where it is not safe to be so, is terrifying. We see this literally and metaphorically in Will's story. We see the pain and anger and confusion that comes with that. Literally, when he's confronted with his sexuality and tears down Castle Byers because of it. Metaphorically, it's shown through him being at the center of the supernatural plot. He can't seem to escape this. No matter how much he tries, it's always looming over him. "It" being his sexuality, the fear that comes with it, internalized homophobia, all of that fun stuff. The Duffers love using horror as a metaphor.

No full circle moment is worth killing him off for. Not when his death would crush so many queer people, especially queer kids. Not when his death would squash the hope the Duffers have stated they want this series, upon completion, to give to people. It wouldn't make the most sense. It would be awful. Point blank period. There would be absolutely no silver lining to something like that.

The most logical conclusion, the one the show is obviously barrelling toward, is for Will to have his happy ending. For Will Byers to finally get to breathe, and just be. For him to accept himself, and be accepted. For him to have his love reciprocated. That's also the most satisfying conclusion. Because the entire audience (barring mlvns and homophobes that hate him) is so tired of seeing Will suffer. We're tired of seeing him stuck in this cycle of pain, and fear, and isolation. The most cathartic ending for us as the audience is one where we watch that cycle break. Not because he dies, but because he finally gets what he deserves. The supernatural threat that's been following him being done away with once and for all. His connection to the UD (a representation of bigotry and self-loathing) being broken for good. Him being able to come out to his friends and family and being accepted. His belief that romantic love is just not for him being proven wrong. Those are the components of a good ending for him.

If he got all of these good things, and then died anyway, how does that send a message of hope? To me that says "Queer people, you can have good things, but only temporarily, eventually tragedy will catch up to you because that's just how it works."

Something tells me that the Duffers don't wanna send that message.

I think the best ending for Will wouldn't be a full circle moment, it would be to stop going in circles. They've been writing in circles for him so that they can end his story by breaking the cycle.

Yes, Will's death would bring the show full circle in the worst way imaginable. But I don't think it needs to be brought full circle at all. I think a more impactful conclusion would be to stop circling.

[occasionaloverboy]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @sparklyslug 🖤

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

4

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

222,566 (lol at that fic to word count ratio)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Almost entirely Stranger Things, though I have worked on some OFMD and Shadow and Bone (tv) stuff that never saw the light of day.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have the 4 but by order of kudos most to least : we know where we're going any other way cabin fever swing for the fences

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! It sometimes takes me a little while, but I love comments so so much - they mean a whole lot and always completely make my day

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

None of mine have angsty endings, but I guess it would have to be we know where we're going based purely on the drama contained in the last chapter

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Definitely any other way, but swing for the fences will be up there too when it's finished

8. Do you get hate on fics?

It's never happened! Srsly thank fuck too cause I'd cry lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

You bet - it doesn't really fall into a specific type I guess, probably tends towards the romantic and soft? I try to make it realistic, with little things going wrong and laughter etc.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've never written a crossover but I wouldn't be opposed - I think they're neat

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but one of my best friends is my editor and she helps me so much with these fics it is insane, I seriously don't think any of them would have ever been fully finished much less posted if not for her

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I mean it's probably gotta be Steddie based purely on my own ridiculous behaviour about them. They're just so fun to shake around. But I've also always really loved Sherlock Holmes and John Watson in all their lovely forms (except for that one time 😒 but we won't talk about that)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Izzy/OC I started ages ago - rip

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel pretty comfortable with dialogue and describing physicality in general - love zooming in on little moments and making them a big deal for no reason

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am bad at big picture stuff; whether that be sticking to a planned length or just not adding a ton of extra little scenes that pop into my head as I'm writing. I think I have a tendency to muddy up my plot lines.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Gonna just repeat what @sparklyslug said here: I have no thoughts in particular. If it works in the fic and you've made sure your translation is right if you're not fluent in that language, hell yeah.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sherlock Holmes (arthur conan doyle version babyyyy)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh man I really don't know, I love them all in different ways! Probably just cause they're the most recent I'll say that I'm really happy with how cabin fever turned out but I think my fav might be swing for the fences cause it is just so so fun to write.

No-pressure tags: @teddywesworl @postmodernau @dreamwatch @r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e @carbonbased000 @geddyqueer

[bonny-kookoo]

Hoseok: Lovebirds (1)

In which Hoseok shows you that sometimes, giving up isn't admitting defeat, but about saving yourself and making room for something better.

Tags/Warnings: Scarlet Macaw!Hoseok x Scarlet Macaw!Reader, Solo Artist!AU, personal assistant!reader, burnout syndrome, strangers to lovers, romantic!Hoseok, stress birb!Reader, bad work environment, mental exhaustion

Additional Chapter Warnings: stressed birb reader, poor thing, symptoms of burnout, Hoseok thinks he's seriously sick for a second, mentions of doctors visits (needles, blood drawing etc), birb is just a really poor thing

Chapter Length: mid/long

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You're running late.

You know this time you're gonna get fired. He's gonna yell at you again, embarrassing you in front of the Jung Hoseok aka J-Hope, ruining any chances of you ever finding another job in this industry. He'd told you he's gonna ruin your life, and he will, you know it.

It only gets worse when the bus you had taken suddenly seems to choke, and the driver has to stop, telling everyone to leave the vehicle. It all leads to were you are now- sitting on the side of the road, trying hard to justice Han that you'll be even later than you thought, but you can't bring yourself to send the text.

Until someone squats down in front of you, making you jump where you're sitting, terrified.

He's got a bucket hat on his head, hiding most of his face, but you know who it is. He's probably completely confused now, thinks you're an absolute mess, and will go and call Han now to tell him that his personal assistant is yet again fucking things up. You lower your head in shame, preparing yourself for the worst, but Hoseok is only smiling reassuringly, noticing how close you are to crying.

"hey- I'm on my way to the set as well, I'll take you along if you want." he offers. "I mean- unless Han already sent someone to get you." he chuckles, and you're trying hard not to scoff.

Han wouldn't even sneeze into your direction, let alone helo you in a situation like this.

You nod, standing up with him, before swaying, balance list for a second as your vision goes blank. Hoseok is quick to steady you with a hand on your shoulder, waiting worriedly until you gain back your senses. "ugh, sorry- happens all the time." you laugh to yourself, before dusting off your skirt, walking to his car.

It's then that he notices a red feather on the sidewalk, making him grab into his hair to check.

It's been happening a lot lately, feathers falling out it seems, and he's worried that it's something wrong with him. He's already scheduled an appointment, had his blood drawn and vitals checked- but nothing came of it other than the praise that he's very healthy and taking good care of himself. It doesn't make sense.

Back in the car, he feels oddly giddy, buzzing with sime sort of energy he's not sure where it's coming from. Youre not a hybrid, so maybe it's just something going on today, and he doesn't want to put any of his quirks onto you. "you're very quiet." Hoseok chuckles, and you snap your head towards him.

"I'm sorry-" you instantly apologize, making him smile in reassurance.

"no no it wasn't meant like that." he says. "don't worry. Han isn't in yet by the way- why are you on your way so early?" he wonders, and you shrug.

"I.. I always am. I need to prepare everything for him so I come early, and I have to clear up after so I stay longer." you tell him, and the scarlet macaw hybrid furrows his brows.

"but we're on set for the entire day." he worries, and you shrug.

"it's okay." you say, hands in your lap fidgeting around. "I'm okay with it. I like helping." you say, and Hoseok sighs.

"hmhm, I guess so. But please look after yourself." he says, parking the car on set. "Han can do some thinga himself. He's an adult man after all." he chuckles, and you nod, before you notice Han walking towards the car- and Hoseok instantly takes note of how you shrink in on yourself.

"thank you." you simply say quietly, before strong out the car- Han instantly pointing towards his wrist.

Something's not right- and Hoseok knows it. Trying to help you, he walks behind you to take any chance away from the fellow artist to get you alone, his own protectiveness oddly strong at the sight of you so close to the man. "Her bus broke down, I picked her up. Do you want coffee?" Hoseok tries, and Han clearly fakes a smile, before nodding.

"definitely. Hey birdy- go fetch some coffee alright? You can set up everything after." Han says, and you immediately run off, eager to get away it seems.

Hoseok doesn't see you the rest of the day.

What he does notice is just how thoughtful you really are. You always seem to think two steps ahead, you always try and make sure that even he has everything he needs even though you're not even his assistant in the first place. You won't get paid any more than what you already earn, and yet you still leave nice gestures all over the place, pick up on small details like how he likes his water not too cold and on the left side of his chair, hell, you even make sure the makeup staff and crew have snacks and water. And yet, he spits you constantly being watched like a hawk by Han, the man always searching for something to nag about it seems.

You're way too sweet to be pushed around like this.

He hates how that guy is constantly rushing you to get things done that could easily done by himself. Get my jacket, get me water, get me this, get me that. It's infuriating to Hoseok to watch you be worked so hard, way too hard.

"hey, here." he offers some bottled water to you as you sit on the sidelines on a cheap plastic chair at the shooting, the heat clearly getting to you. You're ready to decline, when Hoseok blocks your view completely, making you unable to check up on the collaborating artist you belong to. "I'll take the blame for whatever. Please drink something." he says, and you sigh, taking the bottle from him with a shaky hand and a 'thank you'.

It's only now that he notices something in your hair; distinctively red, brightly so, similar to the feathers in his own hair, just smaller, more delicate, more frail and fragile.

It all makes sense now. The scent, the pull to you, the lack of ears. Only now does he also notice how you always wear long skirts that probably cover your feathers of your tail- all the exact opposite of what he himself does, openly presenting his feathers because that's what you should be doing.

And most importantly, only now does he realize; the feathers he'd been finding aren't his own.

They're yours.

And he actually catches you in the act later that day when you start to help the staff clean up- and it just fuels his anger towards Han even further, because you're not loosing them because you might just be sick or way too tired, no, you're actively picking them out.

The amount of stress you're under must be horrible to force you to do this.

And he can't help but feel pissed to no ends at it. How can someone treat another person, hybrid or not, like they're nothing but a mindless robot without any limits or emotions and boundaries? It's when he watches you trip and fall onto your knees, scraping them open, and Han simply rolling his eyes at you instead of helping, that Hoseok internally snaps.

He's going to get you out of this.

You deserve so much better.

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