#ONE bc I’m worried he thinks I’m lazy and don’t wanna work

[wtfspocks]

It’s overthinking o’clock

[luveline]

you can ignore me for the rest of time and I will still dutifully show up to read your work every day ~ can I request some angsty bombshell x spencer? maybe their first actual fight and spence snaps at her so bombshell r crying and locks herself in their room and he apologizes through the door but still sleeps on the couch and she comes and snuggles in the middle of the night and forgives him bc she can’t sleep? this is so self indulgent pls feel free to change anything you want love you jade

thank u for requesting! —spencer makes you cry. fem, 1k

Spencer can’t stand hearing you cry. He can’t believe he’s the one who caused it —he didn’t mean to, he just got so annoyed at you, everything’s difficult lately now you’ve moved in together permanently because you practically living at his apartment is apparently not the same as truly living with one another. 

He knows neither of you are unhappy living together, but you haven’t fought before, not like this. He stands just outside the bedroom door where you’ve sequestered yourself, ashamed of making you this upset. He doesn’t let himself in. “Y/N?” 

“Go away, Spencer,” you say. To your credit, you try to sound calmer than you are. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far. Please don’t cry.” 

“Spencer,” you say, a line of anger darkening your words, “leave me alone.” 

He shouldn’t have said you were being lazy. You aren’t lazy, you’re tired. Moving in together has been really hard on you, even if you won’t admit it, or show it externally. He just wanted to say something mean, because you’d said you allowed him to have that ugly armchair in the living room and he got mad —it’s not ugly, and he wasn’t allowed, he’s a grown man. 

He just can’t feel angry about it anymore hearing your sad sniffling. He said something too mean, he took it too far, and maybe he was ‘allowed’. Moving in together is about compromise, and you’d compromised, and he’s punishing you for it. 

“I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I– I was being mean and you didn’t deserve that. I’ll be out here if you… if you wanna talk to me,” he says, turning to leave with his head held low. 

He waits all night for you to come out, if it were just to drink some water or use the bathroom, but after a few minutes he can’t hear you crying, and you don’t make any sounds. He thinks he might hear you moving the sheets aside some time toward 10PM, but there’s nothing after that. He falls asleep on the couch, sulking, wishing he hadn’t been such an idiot. 

You let yourself out of your shared bedroom in the middle of the night. The sheets don’t smell enough like him, and you want to hold his hand, and you want to know he’s really not mad at you. That he doesn’t really think you’re lazy. 

Quiet, you walk downstairs and into the living room, where Spencer sleeps stretched out on the couch. It’s a big couch, meant for soft sitting, wide enough that, were you to set a baby down, they couldn’t roll off accidentally. Spencer’s on his side with his arm curled around one of the bigger pillows, brown strands of hair falling into his face.

He’s not a deep sleeper, but you can’t say you’re scared to wake him. You pull the pillow from his arms and sit on the couch beside him, working your way into his side, and encouraging his arm over yours. Gentle, you brush the mess of his hair from his eyes. He doesn’t even have a blanket.

You hold his sleeping face in your hands. His eyes twitch and scrunch tighter at your touching, worried, but you give a gentle, “Shh,” and he relaxes. His eyes smooth, then open, lashes struggling apart, the brown of his eyes dark as a roasted chestnut. 

He whispers your name, tongue heavy with sleep. 

“Mm,” you reply, tucking his hair behind his ears. 

“You okay?” he whispers. 

You press your face to his neck, letting yourself deflate as you wait for his arms to lock you in. It can’t be five seconds before he’s curling his arms around you carefully, kissing your hairline, the first bit of skin he can reach at this angle. He’s not quite awake yet, you know, can tell from countless times sleeping in his bed. If he were to fall back to sleep, he wouldn’t remember this tomorrow. 

“Can’t sleep,” you whisper.

“Oh,” he says, with all the tenderness of a pet name, dripping, palpable adoring, “want tea?” 

“Want you.” 

He strokes your shoulder. You’re the one being hugged, really, but Spencer’s grip gets so tight you worry he needs one. You wrap your arms behind him, close your eyes tight to stop from getting teary. 

“I don’t like fighting,” you say. 

“M’sorry.” 

“Do you want to kiss and make up?” 

He stills. “You’re not mad?” 

“You really upset me, Spence. N’ I bet you know that n’ feel bad enough already,” you mumble. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was being childish.” 

You forgive him. Everybody’s allowed to be mean every once in a while. You’d been arguing, and you can feel now that he regrets it, his hands apprehensive but somehow loving still as they touch your back through the thin fabric of a t-shirt he’d bought you. The front has a silly graphic on it, some equation that spells out love. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper. “I’m not mad. I can’t sleep when you’re not next to me, so… Let’s not fight again.” 

“I don’t like it when you cry.” 

You shake your head gently, slotting yourself into all his nooks and crevices. Your legs tangled, the couch is an ample bed for two people trying to be as close to each other as humanly possible. You don’t like crying either, not over Spencer, not thinking he doesn’t see you in the light you’d thought he did. 

“Do you really think I’m lazy?” you ask. 

“No, I was being awful,” he says, sounding deeply repentant. 

Well, there’s no need to punish him, you decide, not when he’s beating himself up already. You cup the back of his head to tap your foreheads together, any aches and pains of the bed disappearing in the eye of his softness. He’s gaining confidence now you’ve touched his hair, his hands travelling low to the small of your back, your face once again pushed into the curve of his neck, where you stay. 

[hannyoontify]

quick ramble abt ikea shopping w jun as a couple

i rlly wanna turn this into a fic but i’m currently too lazy to get out of bed to grab my laptop so i’ll js type it out on my phone

ygs have a contest on who can find the ugliest piece of furniture (he wins almost every single time)

one time he tried to climb the showroom of a kid’s bedroom that had a bunk bed even though there was a piece of plastic that blocked off the ladder said ‘don’t climb’

he kept sliding off the ladder and plastic sign and got all pouty so you had to buy him two ice cream cones that day

insists on taking a nap in the armchairs department

jun will find the biggest armchair in the showroom and pull you into his lap and call for a ‘cat nap’

insists on ‘testing the beds’ by taking off his shoes and jumping on the beds

yells ‘parkour!’ and jumps from bed to bed until an employee tells him to get down

yeah ygs r really close to being blacklisted by your local ikea

says hi to every. single. baby. he. sees.

and he does that royal queen wave too like

forgets to pace himself and becomes overstimulated by the time ygs reach the end of the showrooms section so you have to basically drag jun through the entire marketplace and warehouse to check out

one time, jun tried to enroll himself into the kid’s daycare play area and got confused as to why they wouldn’t let a 28 year old in

‘my partner’s doing all the shopping! i’m js here to carry all the heavy stuff to the car so can i pleaseee go play in the ball pit’

but he also insists on doing all the heavy work

once ygs reach the warehouse, you’re not lifting a SINGLE finger

‘dont worry baby, your super strong, reliable boyfi- OOMF’

you end up helping him at the end but hey, it’s the thought that counts!

idk if this is a very specific childhood memory but there were these computers at the entrance of the warehouse, i think it was meant to help people find specific areas that had the furniture they were looking for

and idk if anyone knows what i’m talking abt but the unoccupied computers has a screen saver of a vide of a man in an ikea uniform waving at you and gesturing you to come over to use the computer

but every time jun sees those, he freaks out

‘he js waved at me’ ‘honey that’s a video’

‘NO BUT WHEN I POINTED AT ME HE NODDED’

tries pick a fight with the man on the screen (saying this from personal experience)

once ygs check out, ice cream cones are a MUST

ygs aren’t big on the dining hall tho bc jun insists that the meatballs make him gassy

so ygs always get a vanilla ice cream cone, and if you feel like it, a box of cinnamon rolls

[magpie-to-the-morning]

Would love to know your thots on Dieter and high sex 👀👀👀

Would he wanna get freaky? Keep it slow and sensual? Test his luck at multiple orgasms? I could see it all, depending on his mood.

Ok I’m putting this behind a cut bc I have THOTS

It very much depends on his mood, and yours. Sometimes, after a rough week of work, he invites you over and the two of you kill a bottle (or two) of red while tangled up on his big sofa, just talking and passing a joint and getting loose and handsy while one of his old jazz records plays. He rubs all the knots out of your shoulders and by the time you’re melting in his hands, he grins and gives your pussy the same treatment until you’re too blissed out to do more than babble his name. He fucking loves it. Playing with your body until you’re like caramel beneath his hands, all loose and pliant. And sweet. Once he’s made you cum all over his fingers you know he’s gonna lick all that honeyed sweetness off both of you. Only when you’re properly boneless will he scrape you off the couch and carry you to up to his stupidly large bed with its fuck-off expensive linen sheets and see how many more times he can make you cum before he does.

Other times… Other times you get higher, go deeper. It’s all lazy touching and tangled tongues and pressing so close you might just melt together. There’s no rush, just the intoxicating feeling of his hands on your hips, your fingers in his hair, every touch setting off little shockwaves beneath your skin. It’s heavy and slow and sweet as syrup, the two of you twining around each other like snakes, skin to skin, mouths open and sweaty foreheads pressed together in the dark. One time rolls into another until you lost track of time, only Dieter’s sweat-slick fingers entwined with yours keeping you tethered.

And speaking of tethered!!! I don’t think there’s many kinks Dieter wouldn’t be fully down to try, high or not. But if being a little faded makes you that much bolder in expressing a new fantasy, he’s all for it. Maybe you mentioned something off-handedly once and he was all in, but you were still a little shy. Wanted a bit of help relaxing into it. I could see Dieter taking this surprisingly seriously. Coming up with the exact right strain, or perfect mix of things, to get you right where you want to be. He’d get the fantasy right, too. Every detail, down to the lighting and the gear. The production values would be off the charts but even better? His absolute dedication to executing your vision.

And then there’s the times you get giggly and stupid together. Playing truth or dare like fucking teenagers. Raiding his cupboards for anything sweet or salty or (please god) both together. Dieter is a dangerous person to get high with, if only because his impulses know few bounds. If he doesn’t already have the exact thing you’re craving, he’ll get a Post Mates order, no questions asked. At some point you will have to follow him around his gourmet kitchen while he makes a mess - but also the most incredible grilled PB&Js (😘). Just make sure neither of you forget to turn off the stove when you get distracted licking peanut butter off his chest when some falls as he’s waving his hands, telling some on set story to make you laugh so hard you snort.

Obviously this will be followed by more languid tangling in his bed when he offers to return the favor. 😘

Did I write this while high myself? Don’t worry about it 😌

[episbep]

thirteen days sober (sort of)

had a slight lapse…my ex came and spent the night last night and brought a couple of spliffs with him, I had 3 drags of one, got insanely paranoid and couldn’t focus on what I was doing or what he was saying lol didn’t like it, ate two bowls of cereal (I’m still tryna watch my weight cos weight gain is a big ket trigger as it’s an easy way to not eat, move about without feeling it and drop pounds) and had such bad dry mouth that I couldn’t even give him good head lmao. I really really don’t wanna go back to smoking weed that was such a hard habit to kick after it became a daily thing - I didn’t get decent sleep last night and had to have a nap this morning cos I felt so exhausted from THREE DRAGS wtf no wonder I was an irritable lazy shit when I was smoking all day everyday. I’ve also had pretty intense ket cravings and been thinking of my ex non-stop since I saw him bc I really have some big feelings for him still even tho I know he is not good for me or even a good person I don’t think. I also need to focus on myself and getting my life back on track before I even consider being with anyone else, let alone someone I’ve tried (and failed) to be with so many times before. (the sex was really fucking good tho, he fucked me like he meant it, we had a good night together and have been speaking since, planning to see each other again soon and other than the feelings getting bigger again I don’t feel bad about it at all. He doesn’t want anyone knowing we’ve met up tho which doesn’t feel great🥴)

Other than that things have been pretty good, I’ve been keeping busy, went to the cinema and arcades today, spoke to family a lot and they’re starting to regain trust and faith in me, I’ve had acupuncture (stg it works a charm, calms me right the fuck down and almost completely removes the urges) and been to a couple of meetings - not as many as I had planned and was hoping to attend but enough to keep the positivity of recovery going. One of the best people that I met in rehab has relapsed hard and video called me in a hospital gown, with a bottle of vodka, lying in the middle of a road…that’s heartbreaking to see but idk how to help or what I can do… he has pneumonia and two weeks left at rehab but they’re not gonna let him back in when they find out he’s relapsed and he’s had so much going on in his life i just don’t know if he’s gonna be okay…but he’s in my thoughts and in my heart. Another lad and a girl from rehab also relapsed - one’s gone back and the other shared that they were sober again a few days ago but hasn’t been in touch with anyone for a few days so idk. The friend I made in fellowship meetings also hasn’t been to the last few meetings or replied to anyone’s texts (mine included) and the worry and not knowing if they’re ok (esp bc she’s recovering from heroin addiction) is just so awful. These are wonderful, kind hearted, intelligent people whose lives are being ripped apart by addiction and it’s heartbreaking to be so powerless, watching from the sidelines. Well wishes and love only go so far. I hate knowing I’ve made people that I love and who care about me feel this way - the powerlessness is a real kicker.

one day at a time

[peachycoreroo]

what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”

[4dtk]

jaehyun as a bf

anon: “your writing brings me butterflies i love it you are so underrated!!!!! would love to request a jaehyun bf headcanons (like the one you did of mark <3)” thank you for the kind words anon <333 hope you enjoy this one!

(a bit of a plug lol but check out NCT 127's ideal r/s headcanons in this post!! i appreciate you checking it out! <3)

brief mentions of sex, but nothing explicitly nsfw!

likes to talk about music with you

especially jazz. there’s a plethora of songs out there with different renditions and sometimes he likes to ramble about who’s rendition he likes best

would play the piano for you if you asked, just maybe not after schedules or something. but usually when you’re free or alone together in the room, he likes you to sit beside him to listen to him play

you guys like to play a little game where he’ll play the chords and you play like a random note to create blobs of music

even if you don’t know how, the way the session always dissolves into giggles is his favourite thing in the world

if you know how to play the piano that’s great too!! jaehyun just likes the unexpected notes that come out since there’s no set melody in his mind

jaehyun needs to have some part of his body on yours at all times. like he has to hold your hand all the time, or a finger hooked around your backpack, or an arm around your waist.

at least when you’re together he does it very often and he’s just. obsessed with you lmfao

it’s also the reason he buys a promise ring when he’s sure of you as a significant other so you always have a part of him with you (his love)

would buy you those lockets for you to put pictures inside. he doesn’t care where you wear it though, around your neck, wrist, ankle, as long as the locket is on your person

he clings onto you like crazy in the mornings. jaehyun’s a heavy sleeper and likes to hug you on his side, so you’re always having trouble trying to pry him off of you in the morning

a bit nsfw: he likes morning lazy sex lol, ngl. jaehyun adores the rawness of your relationship in the morning and the sleepiness in your eyes when you’re gently pushing him away. he knows you don’t mean it but he makes sure you really want it first

loves the sunlight kissing your skin and the slow, gentle movements

so so intimate, he prefers it to the rougher forms of sex, but sometimes he doesn’t have that luxury since they leave for schedules quite often in the wee hours of dawn

for cuddling sense, jaehyun likes it when you’re under his arm and cuddled into his side. classic position but he dies every time inside when you look up at him and there’s this clueless look you have. has the biggest smile on his face after and you have to repeat the stuff you said bc he’s too distracted by how your eyes shine

second hot favourite (more of when you’re making out) is when you’re straddling him. nothing sexual, just like you on top of him when you’re kissing and stuff. he digs it when you’re pulling away for oxygen and he has to lift his body to reach for your lips again

gets flustered from kissing, but doesn’t show it. if he’s found a way to suppress the crazy crimson on his ears (which i doubt) then he will but his words will always contradict his expression

jaehyun can say “are you nervous, y/n?” with a smirk but his ears keep giving him away!!!!

mfer’s hands are shaking too when he trails it over your body. in disbelief you’re his.

sometimes shamelessly moans into the kiss LOL, not too loud but he whines when you pull away, and has to kiss you breathless again

when you kiss him, expect like a long-lasting kiss. doesn’t mind small pecks and stuff but he’ll want to savour your lips a little longer than a mere peck

jaehyun likes your neck too. when you’re hugging his face is always in your neck, placing small little butterfly kisses

you need to look out for him, always. mans always tripping over something at some point. it’s become more frequent now that he has you and my god he’s so unable to keep his eyes off of you that he trips over simple things. he once tripped over nothing

on the daily when he’s not tripping over you, he’s clumsy in a sense where he drops food on the table. he once struggled to tie up his growing hair into a mini ponytail bc it was just too little hair. the hair tie slipped from his fingers and shot itself into your face - those kinds of small small mishaps

it’s endearing but sometimes you can’t help but laugh at him

likes to take you out on impromptu dates. dates that are close by and easy to plan (?) i guess.

not saying jaehyun is a lazy boyfriend but he likes the more candid dates where you decide what to do as you go along. of course if it’s a big day like your anniversary or birthdays then he’d want to plan something out.

other than that, he just either lets you choose the places to go there or you two decide along the way. he doesn’t want to impose options for you and pressure you. if he’s being honest, he wouldn’t know where to go either lol so he just follows wherever you bring him

laughs so much when he’s with you. giggles, deep laugh, whatever you name it. your relationship is very light-hearted and he finds that he’s the one laughing more when you deliver jokes even tho he wants to make you laugh too

i can’t lie… his jokes can be dry sometimes i’m sorry jaehyun 😭 so he backs it up with laughter and has to catch his breath sometimes bc he finds it really funny

you’re not laughing at the joke, rather at his laugh so you might have to tell him that some way or another bc he’ll just keep making bad jokes i’m sorry y’all

he can’t handle the suuuuuper cheesy physically affectionate films or series (with shitty plot) but i feel like if the story’s interesting enough he’ll pay attention. likes bittersweet films too, i feel, gets him thinking

doesn’t mind cliched plots (fake dating / idealist girl meets realist boy / idk any others lol) but would propose something at the end that he thinks will make the movie/series more interesting

jaehyun likes to share his theories with you

unironically wants to learn the la la land tap dance scene with you. he ALWAYS hums city of stars too, no matter what. idk why but it sticks to him, in bed, in breakfast, when he’s doing something random

he did it once on the radio and he received a text from you in break that told him he was humming along to the song

with that said, jaehyun wants to try out the stuff in the rain quite a bit. making out, dancing, lying down, running, he likes that fascination that society has with doing things in the rain

doesn’t like it too much that he’ll get soaked, but as long as you’re with him and willing to do it, he’s all for it

jaehyun would def want kids in the future. wants to dote on them and buy them stuff and whatnot. wants to see them running around the house with laughter while you both struggle to contain the bursts of excitement they have

doesn’t care for the dynamic much. if he’s the one to stay at home to take care of them while you work, he can work with it. if it’s the other way round, he’s okay too

he just worries that if he’s still involved with the entertainment industry, you might have to take a back seat since he’ll be the one earning the money, and he doesn’t want babysitters either.

heart is so so full when he comes back home and you’re just playing with the kids, or singing them to sleep. any sight of you with him is enough to make him melt into a puddle

HAS to hold them even if they’re asleep. wants to always have them close to him while he nudges you to shower or get the food ready.

like jaehyun, he would wanna meet someone in a vinyl shop or bookstore. he knows it’s cliched but the thought of meeting someone when you’re buying something is exciting. anything unexpected for him, he welcomes it

the next few are just random, miscellaneous headcanons: he likes to see you in his clothes, preferably with nothing underneath. just his shirt lol. cheeky man

jaehyun likes it when you shower together (again, nothing sexual, just likes the domesticity)

likes it when you fall asleep on him

will never stop gushing about you to his parents, first time you met them they’re like “he’s told us so much about you!” and he really did

feels comfortable in your presence, no makeup, messy hair, no need for a perfect bod. he’s just jaehyun. jung yuno if you will

adores it when you call him “lover��� i mean boyfriend is good, significant other is good, but lover is just chef’s kiss

it is a bit cheesy if you think about it, so it’s not often that you say it. when you do say it in songs when you’re singing it to him, he can’t stop smiling

plays lover, you should’ve come over when he’s on tour bc it’s the closest thing he can get to a replica of how he feels for you

and when jaehyun falls asleep to the song, all he can remember is your honey voice singing it to him. he’ll just have to hold onto it before he can see you again

<3

[marvelouspeterparker]

If you’re taking requests, no worries if not, can you do one based on Tom’s recent insta story (him playing guitar) where he sends that to the reader bc they’re doing long distance, and he’s trying to serenade her but it keeps going wrong. So reader makes a joke about his fingers and then they video sex.

requests aren't rly open but i had to indulge <3

wc: 1.2k

warnings: mutual masturbation/phone sex

"oh for fuck's sake––" tom muttered under his breath, a look of pure frustration on his face that you couldn't help but smile at. he'd been trying to play the same song for a while now, the pressure he was putting on himself getting the best of him, making him mess up the parts he knew by heart.

he looked up at you with an almost pleading smile, "one more time, hold on, love." he focused back on the guitar for a few seconds before looking off to the side and starting to strum again.

your eyes trailed over his figure through the small screen, the more you looked at him, the more you missed him, his comforting presence, his soothing touch.

your gaze made it's way along his body, from his messy curls to the concentrated furrow of his brows, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his neck, his bare chest and the hypnotizing movement of his fingers. you found yourself unable to look away, entranced by the veins in his hands, the precise fingering of the strings.

the more and more you stared, the more you missed him, specifically his touch. you felt a pit of desire growing inside you, warmth spreading through your body as he finally finished the song successfully with little to no mistakes.

he looked back to the screen and you sucked in a breath, your eyes widening slightly as you snapped out of your trance. "what did you think? be honest."

"i think...you sounded great," you paused and bit your lip, your smile peeking through. "but your hands looked even better."

tom chuckled in surprise, intrigue and amusement clear in his eyes. "oh really?" he put the guitar aside and kept his eyes on you as he smiled smugly. "well i can't say watching you ogle me through the screen didn't have an effect on me."

you rolled your eyes but lied back against your pillows, looking up at the screen with a needy look in your eyes, letting your free hand trail over your chest to graze your nipples through your thin night shirt (which was really tom's). "i really miss you tommy."

his eyes darkened, his voice almost a whisper. "yeah, darling?"

you nodded, "miss your hands, the way you touch me and make me feel good."

"shit––" he reached a hand down to palm himself through his boxers, sitting back against the couch. his phone was propped up against the table so you could see everything, from his spread thighs, to his pretty face. "you miss feeling my fingers in your tight cunt?"

your breath hitched as you nodded immediately, "so bad."

"let me see those tits, baby. lift your shirt up."

you pulled the shirt up over your chest and sighed at the feeling of the cool air hitting your pebbled nipples.

you reached up and squeezed one of your breasts, letting your fingers graze and pull at the sensitive nipple and tom groaned softly, his mouth falling open as he looked at you. "you know what i miss, darling?" he started palming himself faster, bucking into his own touch. "the feeling of your skin on my tongue, the way your back would arch when i ran my tongue over your nipples, the way you'd gasp and cling onto me when i sucked on them."

you rubbed your thighs together at his words, your breaths getting heavier and choppier as you watched him start to get more desperate in his actions.

"but you know what i miss most of all?" he licked his lips. "the taste of your sweet pussy, the way it would tighten up around my fingers when i stretch you out for my cock––fuck––" he slipped his member out of his boxers and your mouth practically watered at the sight of him––he'd be gone for another two weeks and you didn't know if you'd be able to last that long, you needed him.

"will you let me see my pussy, lovie? be a good girl and touch yourself for me the way i would."

a small moan escaped you and his head fell back from the sound, he was holding himself back for you, but if he was being honest, just by looking at you, he could've finished a while ago. he let his head rest against the back of the couch and licked his lips as he watched you prop the phone up against a pillow between your legs, by your feet.

you pulled the shirt back up over your chest and leaned back before spreading your legs and spreading your lips with two fingers, looking back at the screen when you heard a curse.

"look at you, god––such a perfect pussy," he sat up to get a closer look, his hand stroking his cock lazily. "wish i could bury my face between those thighs again, you're gonna be the death of me, love." you whined out his name breathlessly and he shushed you, cooing softly, "you're okay baby. touch yourself for me, okay?

you dipped a finger into your sex and spread the wetness all over your clit, bucking and hissing at the sensitivity, tom wasn't even here, but just his words had made you this wet.

your other hand teased your nipple, making you sigh and moan and tom spit in his hand before stroking himself faster, the wet sounds making you even more worked up.

"fuck, that's it baby, so good for me."

the praise only added fuel to the fire, your moans and whines increasing in volume.

"can see your pretty little hole clenching, darling. your pussy's just aching to be filled––why don't you put a few fingers in there, hm?"

you let out a breathless 'okay' and let your head tilt back from the pleasure when you slid a finger inside, pumping and curling it until you shoved another one as well. you spread your legs impossibly wider and focused on the image of tom's hand stroking his hard cock with hooded eyes and a lustful gaze.

you reached your other hand down to rub at your clit and gasped, "oh fuck––"

"you getting close baby?" tom's voice was strained, his breath shaky as he started massaging his balls with his free hand, eyes focused in on your body, ears tuned into your moans. you nodded, "me too––go a little faster baby, shit––wanna watch you cum on your fingers."

you nodded and did as he said rubbing and pumping your fingers faster, the sounds of your slick carrying through the call and making tom bite his lip at the thought of how good you feel around him, how wet you get for him.

"gonna––gonna cum tommy––" your voice was breathless and whiny, and if you were honest, it was turning you on as well.

"go on, cum darling. make a mess for me."

your back arched and your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the pleasure practically coursing through your veins as you came with a sharp moan.

you heard the sounds pick up speed on the other end and willed yourself to lift your head and open your eyes, biting your lip as you watched tom cum with a groan, his release coating his fingers. you watched with your mouth hung open from the pleasure, your legs near trembling as you continued to rub yourself through your high.

you both looked at each other with lazy, lust-drunk smiles, your hands still moving slowly. you brought your hand up and licked your fingers lazily before sucking them in your mouth, cleaning off your wetness and tom bit his lip, grinning as he shook his head.

"i'm flying you out this weekend, i can't take this anymore."

you smiled back, popping your fingers out of your mouth, glad you were both on the same page. "can't wait."

[heliotropehotch]

Silver - a.h. x fem!reader

Request by @moonstuffsteve :If you’re taking requests, I’d love Hotch smut with a wedding ring kink where the cold metal gets you more worked up (maybe ft choking bc of the ring??) pls and thanks so much!!!!!!!!

a/n: AHHHH its my first smut for Aaron! (and first smut i've actually finished in years!) Al, i love you. Thank you for this. If you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing please let me know! I haven't written smut in a long time so I know this might be rocky. <3

CW: smut, under 18 DNI, 18+, jealously, unwanted ass grabbing, wanted ass grabbing, choking, wedding ring kink?????, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), rough sex, marriage kink??, dom/sub themes, possessiveness, fingering

Masterlist

author: abby<3

word count: 1919

have fun!

She hated cops. Entitled, jealous, and, for the most part, disgusting men, who thought well enough should be left alone. Meaning that, while help had been offered and given, it wasn’t wanted. What was wanted, however, seemed to deviate way too far off the course of the case, of the literal murders that were happening.

“Officer Walker,” Y/N’s teeth gritted out as sweetly as she could, as the man placed an unwelcome palm on the small of her back. “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, sugar,” he chuckled deeply. “I was hoping you wanted to get out of here.”

“Out of here?” She pretended not to notice Agent Hotchner watching the interaction, slowing walking up behind him. “What do you mean, Officer?”

“I mean,” his hand swooped down, resting gently on her ass. Y/N’s eyes shot wide, mouth opening slightly with appall. “We should get out of here so we can have a little fun.”

“Excuse me-”

“Officer Walker,” Aaron Hotchner’s voice cut through the air of the precinct. “I suggest you take your hand off of my agent, and my wife.”

Walker’s hand shot off her body, smacking into his own side. “Your wife? Sir, I didn’t kn-”

“We have a case, Officer. There are people out there getting murdered. Get back to work. Agent, you’re needed in the conference room, please.”

“Yes sir,” Y/N said with a straight face, but she knew her husband could read the smugness on her face.

“In the future, Officer Walker,” she called out before following Aaron. “At least check a woman’s hand before you make unwanted passes at them.”

Y/N sauntered almost cheerfully behind her husband stalking into the closed conference room. She could hear the gears turning forcefully in his head, and could clearly see his hand clenching and relaxing at his side. Entering the conference room, tension seeping into the air, confining itself in the room as Aaron forcefully shut the door behind them.

“Aaron-”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, fingers smoothing out his eyebrows. “I was fine until his moved his fucking hand-”

She reached out to grab his arms, trailing down to intertwine their fingers together. “Honey,” she smiled sweetly. “I know, okay. I appreciate it, okay. But I had it handled too.”

“I should have him fired-”

“But you won’t,” she laughed softly. “If you fired every man who made a pass at me, we wouldn’t ever work with cops again.”

He grumbled indignantly, scrunching his eyes together in irritation. Y/N slipped her hands up his chest, sliding into their natural place at his jaw. Her lips pressed to his, seeping tension seeping out of him with every passing second. “Aaron,” she hummed against his lips, before pulling away. She smiled as his chased after. “I married you, remember? You don’t ever have to worry about anyone else. Like ever?”

He chuckled, slipping his hands into the pockets of her pants. “I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

“I’m only yours.” She smiled at him, taking a step back. “Now can we get back to work? I wanna go home with you as soon as possible.”

--

The case was nowhere near close to being solved, but tensions between all members of the BAU were running high. Derek, the ever hot head he was, had almost gotten into a physical fight with the Captain of the precinct, while Spencer had remained silent after a particularly loud conversation with one of the fellow officers.

“These cops just won’t let us do our jobs, Hotch,” Emily had groaned in the hotel elevator with Y/N and Aaron. “I’m two derogatory comments away from breaking Walker’s nose.”

Y/N snorted, eying her husband’s now tense back in front of her. “He’s a real piece of work huh?”

“I’ll be too glad when we get out of here. Why can’t we work with female cops for a change?”

It was Hotch’s turn to snort. “You would end up being the one that they complained about. You’re just as bad as Morgan.”

Emily gave an artificial gasp. “Am not.”

The elevator doors opened, and Y/N followed her husband out and down the hall to the left. “Night Em!”

Out of sight of the rest of their team, she jogged forward to grab his hand, giving a small kiss to his knuckles. A comfortable silence had settled between the heavy setted footsteps of the married couple. Y/N rocked on her heels as her husband fumbled with the key card to their shared room. She rolled her neck, letting the tension fizzle out in separated pops of her bones. She barely registered the click of the door, or the wrap of fingers around her wrist. She did however, notice the cool, fake wood of the hotel door being pressed against her back. “Aaron?”

“You’re mine,” he murmured, pressing his lips in the angle of her neck. She chuckled, winding her fingers in his hair.

“I thought we already clarified that, baby.”

He hummed a chuckle, his tongue lapping up whatever remnants of perfume traced his neck. “And I intend to make that painfully obvious to everyone in that precinct.”

His lips wrapped around the muscles at the junction of her neck, drawing out a moan out of her with passing second that the air left his mouth. Y/N hummed a laugh, lifting her hips to grind against his. “Seriously, a hickey?”

His hand snaked up her waist to rest under her chin, squeezing slightly. She could feel the metal of his wedding band warm to the temperature of her skin. “I’ve got a point to prove, sweetheart.”

His fingers left her throat and reached down to pull the backs of her thighs to wrap around his waist, grunting slightly at the movement. She worked on unbuttoning her shirt, the best she could. “Aar-” their bodies fell to the bed, his legs slotted between hers. Y/N squeezed his left hand that had found its way into hers. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger, remember?”

“Oh I remember, darling,” his mouth moved to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before letting it free. “I think you’re the one who needs a reminder.”

Aaron’s hands pushed up her skirt, adjusting it to pool at her hips. His calloused hands traced the edge of her underwear, sliding softly under the band. His mouth, trailing back up to her neck smirked as Y/N’s hips squirmed under his delicate touch. “Be patient, love.”

His attached his mouth to hers as his fingers slowly, finally began circling her clit. The metal of his ring brushing deliciously against the skin above. His teeth tugged her bottom lips, a small whine escaping her. He watched her blissed out expression morph into one of need, eyes scrunched with tension. His fingers dipped lower, circling her entrance before dipping two fingers in slowly.

“Aaron,” she gasped out, clenching around the fingers inside of her. “Aaron, please.”

“Shh, sweetheart,” he smiled into her neck, pressing his lips to her skin. “I’m gonna take good care of my wife, don’t you worry.”

His thumb, that had been rolling lazy circles against her clit, becomes more firm, with more intention. Y/N could feel the cold of her husband’s silver band pressing into her pussy as he pressed a third finger into her. The stretch of his hand, the way he stroked her walls with his fingers, and the words dripping from his lips were enough to put her body on edge.

“Oh you’re so tight, baby,” he chuckled darkly, breath blowing sweetly against her inner thighs. “Fuck, you’re wet. Is this all for me?”

Her fingers wrapped lazily between his black locks, tugging the strands. “Only you.”

“Of course, honey,” he cooed. “Look at you dripping all over my ring, I bet you’re gonna come soon, yeah?”

“Please,” Y/N whined loudly. “Please, Aaron, I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Come for me, baby, get nice and ready for my cock.” She let out a yelp, her back arching from the mattress as her husband continued to lazily stroke her cunt.

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, bringing his fingers up to his mouth for a taste, before pausing and redirecting his fingers to her mouth. Her eyes stayed on him and she hummed around his fingers, tongue lapping at her own juices around his wedding ring.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, tugging off his own shirt, and ridding his pants and underwear. Y/N’s panties now rested at her knees, twisting over on itself, until she lazily ridded the rest of her garments.

Aaron now positioned her on her knees, head resting on her forearms as her ass ground into his pelvis. “Please, baby, wanna feel you,” her muffled voice called out.

He sucked his teeth with mock annoyance, lightly smacking one of her cheeks with his left hand. “And what did I say about being patient?” he chided, before lining his dick up and thrusting in.

Her toes curled at the sudden, but welcome intrusion. A groan left her throat as he began pounding into her pussy at a rough pace. Thrust for thrust, the room echoes with grunts and moans from both Y/N and her husband. She could almost feel his smug grin with every whine that fell through her lips.

“Fuck, Y/N look at you taking my cock so well. I bet you just love how I fill you up.” Her only responses were loud moans that flowed through his own voice as she clenched around him.

The metal of his wedding ring now almost burned against her sweating skin as he wrapped his hand around her throat once more, pulling her body to be flush against him as he continued to thrust into her at a bruising pace.

“Who’s making you feel this good, huh?” She stayed wordless, only echoing in whines and moans. He squeezed her neck a little tighter, the imprint of the ring creating a delicious friction. “Answer me.”

“You!” her voice bursted out. “You, Aaron, only you.”

“That’s right, sweetheart, your husband. I married you, I put that ring on your finger-” he groaned, attaching his lips to the juncture of her neck before speaking again. “Fuck, are you gonna come for me soon?”

“Yes!” she cried, “Please, please.”

“Go ahead, and come for me like a good girl,” he panted, using his other hand to rub against her clit, squeezing his fingers again on her throat before speaking right into her ear. “Come on your husband’s cock.”

She yelled with her release, back arching to meet Aaron’s chest. He let out a few more strong thrusts before he found his own release and coated her walls with a groan. His forehead landed on her shoulder, her fingers lazily combing through his hair.

Eventually, he pulled himself out to clean themselves up and crawl into bed. She had rested on his side, but yelped when he pulled her to lay on his chest. She smiled softly, fingers tracing imaginary shapes along his pecs, then started chuckling softly.

He cracked a smile reserved only for her. “What are you up to?”

Her giggles quieted and she stopped her movements. “Oh, I was just thinking. I should make you jealous more often.”

He groaned, tugging her close to him, covering her ringed hand with his own. “Don’t you dare.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as she chuckled sweetly. “You’re mine.”

[ushiwakaout]

Things I believe Iwaizumi Hajime (timeskip: age 27: athletic trainer) would say if you lived together (from the moment you wake up, to the moment you fall asleep).

game streamer! reader.

warnings: swearing

“baby... come on.” (x2)

“y/n stop being lazy come on. you already have the laziest job in the world, get up before i beat you ass in the gym.” starts dragging your legs out of bed so he can carry you although you’re naked.

“WHAT ARE YOU HITTING ME FOR! It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked, idiot.”

“Get in the shower, come on... No y/n i’m not gonna bathe you.” (7:00 am)

“I can’t believe you made me bathe you... Do you want me to use the blueberry body wash or the eucalyptus one?”

“Stop opening your eyes, you’re like a fucking baby.”

“You know i could just drown you here and now, right?”

“OI! DONT SPLASH ME WITH WATER, I ALREADYS SHOWERED!”

“You really are like a baby aren’t you, lazy piece of shit.... Yeah I love you too.”

“Come on, we’re doing yoga today since you’re being lazy.”

starts stretching you back, pushing you down to your thighs. “Are you getting beefy?”

“Ow! Baby, i don’t mean it as a bad thing. Look, give me you’re arm.... Now flex, look see- muscle!”

“.......that’s hot.” him admiring you’re little muscle improvement.

“I’m such a great trainer.”

“you’re ass looks great today btw.”

“come here give me a kiss, i don’t think i’ve kissed you this morning.”

“fuck you’re so pretty.”

“Now what? Do you want for breakfast before i fuck you.”

“Y/n i will fuck you here and now if you don’t stop touching me.”

“Fucking, fuck- fine come here.”

“Stop being a brat and get you’re ass over here.”

“No don’t wear those jeans, wear the other ones. They make you’re ass look good.”

“I have the day off today, what do you wanna do?” (9:30am)

“Come to the grocery store with me... I’ll buy you your favorite snack.”

“Walk in front of me for a bit, just do it y/n.”

“I think there was so creep checking you out, just keep walking close to me.”

“Don’t be a brat and hold my hand, now.”

*kisses your knuckles*

“your hands are so pretty.”

“Do we need anything else? No you don’t need that, y/n don’t look at me like that, you don’t need it.”

“oh, oikawas calling.... Hey shittykawa, what’s up?”

“Go ring this up for us will you?”

*watches you walk away to the register* “what’d you mean you’re surprised we’re still together? i literally asked you to help me pick out a wedding ring the other night, don’t be a jerk.”

“okay yeah, yeah, i’m planning on doing it soon.... don’t worry- yeah I gotta go she’s coming back, talk to you later.”

“How much was it?”

“Did you get any extra- Oh you know me so well, thank you.”

“you wanna go to the game shop and check out if they have anything new you wanna try?”

*follows you around while he looks down at his nails* “I need a manicure... No not right now, we’ll go next time i have a day off.”

“Did you find anything you like? Alright let’s go home.”

“They days really nice out, do you have to record anything?”

“Do you want ramen? I want ramen. Let’s go get ramen.”

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY RAMEN, you got your own woman.”

“No wait let me try yours and then you can try mine.”

“Oh yours is really good, give it here, we’ll trade.”

“I said put your damn wallet away woman, i’ll pay for it.” (12:00 pm)

“Oh hold on, they have a new manga edition of godzilla, let’s go find it.”

“What do you mean in to old to like godzilla.”

*pinches you nose* “you’re the one who likes being coddled like a baby.” *iwa pout*

*whisper yell* “Come we need to go i shoved a kid into a bookshelf for the last copy! Don’t laugh at me!”

*at home* “Leave alone now, i’m gonna read this now.”

*you’re streaming now* “Y/N I FINISHED, Can i get your attention now....” *realizes your live streaming* “I- whatever, ima gonna sit on the floor now.” (2:00 pm)

a/n: YOU CANNOT TELL ME IWAIZUMI WOULD NOT SIT ON YOUR SIDE LIKE A PUP AND JUST LAY HIS HEAD ON YOUR LEG

“What are you playing.”

“Can i join?”

“Who are you playing with?”

“Tell Kenma I said hi.”

“Give me your headset.”

“Kenma, hey- how’s kuroo.”

“Hey no, i was just talking to Kuroo give me the set back.” *pouty iwa*

*you tell him to sho* *he slaps the back of your head lightly* “Ima got to the store, i didn’t realize we didn’t have beer.”

*forehead kith* “do you want anything?”

“I’m back!” (4:00 pm)

“Sorry i took so long, I bumped into Matsukawa and Hanakami.” *both of them yelling from the living room* “And they decided to follow me home.”

“You done streaming now? Come here.” (7:00pm)

*Iwaizumi doesn’t really talk to you while he’s drinking with Matsukawa and Hanakami, he let’s you dose off on your lap bc he knowns that 5 hours of streaming tires you out pretty hard.*

*kisses your hair*

*plays with your fingers*

*runs his fingers along your skin*

*plays with your hair*

*matsukawa and hanakami leave*

“y/n, come on, let’s get you to bed.” (10:30pm)

“come on sleepyhead.”

“Come on get closer baby, i know you get cold.”

“I work early tomorrow so i’m sorry if i wake you.”

“Night sleepyhead.” (11:00pm)

[riverstardis]

who cares?:

looks like i am going to be carrying on with these

pretty sure this is the ep where ethan treats that doctor who kid

yeah it is!!

the grandma calling him doctor🥺

“are we walking or taking the tardis”🥺🥺

the kid asking ethan about being a doctor i love this scene “do you like being a doctor?” “yeah, most of the time” “i wanna be a doctor when i grow up” “what area of medicine are you going to specialise in?” “time travel” “i see, that kind of doctor”

i remember seeing someone say that when they made ethan a big dw fan it was a retcon bc he’s not a fan in this episode but i don’t think that’s true at all bc he immediately knows what the kid’s talking about (tho tbf i think most british people probably would, but like it took fenisha a few seconds to realise the joke in the comic con ep it wasn’t immediate) and he says “allons-y” when they’re setting off in born lucky so they were definitely writing him as at least actively watching doctor who. also in the comic con ep he wasn’t expecting to see anyone from work there and he was embarrassed when he saw fenisha so it seems realistic to me that he just didn’t want to mention it at work, because why would he? just because he didn’t say anything about being a fan himself in this ep doesn’t mean he wasn’t one. another possibility is that his love for dw had a resurgence after cal’s death given how they used to watch it together growing up🥲

“which, for those of us who aren’t doctors“—he looks at the grandma—“is a posh way of saying a broken arm” yeah cause the kid’s a doctor too🥺🥺🥺🥺

dixie, jeff, and big mac roleplaying to prepare for dixie’s hearing thing sjskdkfkfk

“okay i am really sorry, it was misjudged. i’ll never follow my heart again. i will become a robot and care a little less about patients with every passing day, okay?” big mac: “… shall we try that again?” while jeff just stares at her lmaooo

connie keeps offering to do paperwork and sort out complaints and stuff and then making suggestions about it and zoe’s just letting her do it because she’s swamped but she’s always rolling her eyes whenever connie’s just asked her something meanwhile connie just looks at her in disbelief after she’s turned her back ig because she’s surprised that zoe’s letting her essentially take over so easily skskdkdkdj

lmaooo the paramedics get called to a nearby street and mac’s like “it’s hardly worth taking the ambo” and jeff’s like “nah good point, we’ll call em back shall we? tell em to stop being so lazy”

“well look i’m not saying that zoe did wrong but, i don’t know i suppose it’s the surgeon in me but, really, i think you and i know that chest should’ve been opened immediately. and on top of her game so would zoe. surprised she didn’t have the confidence” connie subtly trying to get ash on side ready for her coup

LMAO louise saying “who am i gonna annoy now?” bc dixie’s been suspended and dixie goes “everyone you come into contact with”

connie inviting zoe out for some wine and zoe going “what like a date?” sjskdkfkfk well they certainly have the tension for it

fletch and max organising for the kid and his family to watch doctor who in hdc🥺🥺🥺

connie getting zoe drunk on wine while she barely drinks any to get her sharing her worries and feelings and openly complaining about clinical lead stuff is actually evil genius level scheming like oh my god

on a related note i would LOVE to see connie and stevie go up against each other for clinical lead like zoe was no match for connie and neither was elle but stevie on the other hand… i feel like they’d probably just end up having hate sex tbh (i mean connie and elle nearly got there for sure)

[sakurology]

I'm not sure if u take requests but if u do could u write a NSFW alphabet for Issei?¿ ♡

So lemme tell you something- I got this req and the first thing that came out of my mouth was BIIIIIIIIITTTTCCCCHHHHHH

And I proceeded to scream cry and yell about this for idk how long. I put so much thought into this- I literally wrote it in almost one night completely. I have SO much to say about this man. My Issei brainrot is only fueled by my stupid horny Pisces brain- WHICH HE ALSO HAS god bless him. Anyway enough about me this turned my mind into soup and it all fell out of my ears enjoy ur fucking horse cock

NSFW Alphabet- Matsukawa Issei

No thoughts head he. 😌

gn!reader focused, obviously nsfw....

𝕬 - 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊

Best Service Dom. Best Dom EVER. Anything you want you get, you have to only say the words. Food? Already ordered so it would be there by the time you finished. Cuddles? His arms are wide open and his body is very warm. Sit in a bubble bath and scroll through your favorite online stores? The bath is nice and warm and his credit card is at your disposal. He takes amazing care of you, and will stop at nothing to make you feel secure/safe/happy at all times..

𝕭 - 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙

Welll…. I… we all know what it is. I’ll explain more later but in addition to that he also has the most amazing arms/abs. He’s very lean, definitely naturally so. Doesn’t need to work out but does so anyway keep toned.

𝕮 - 𝕮𝖚𝖒

Likes to cum inside you, but simply so that he can watch it ooze out of your hole. Sometimes he’ll even keep fucking you after he’s finished to see himself push it back in even after it’s out.

𝕯 - 𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

I hate adding this but he has a foot fetish. Not like a hardcore creepy kind of foot fetish- he just likes to suck a toe here and there. But only if they’re freshly pedicured… he’s very picky. He’ll give foot massages all the time tho if you ask him. He just never tells anyone about it because he knows his friends will clown him.

Not ur foot but close enough he would get you one of those little golden name anklets and kiss it every time he lifts your leg over his shoulder. 👀🦋

𝕰 - 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

Absolutely. He’s done a lot in his life, and is not short on any stories of past encounters. He is kind of a sex encyclopedia, but he’s very casual about it. If you bri bc up something you wanna try, 11/10 times he’s going to not only have done it, but be able to suggest ways for you to make it better- with several anecdotes.

𝕱 - 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Doesn’t just like doggy- it is his lifeblood. It’s easier for him to control your movements while also making sure that he can bury himself all the way inside. He can have a vice grip on your hips one moment, his fists full of your hair the next- and if he starts spanking you well… that’s between you two and god.

He does like plain old missionary too, but only bc he can see himself in your tummy.

𝕲 - 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖋𝖞

It makes him laugh sometimes when you struggle to take him all at once. He thinks it cute that you try, but it’s hilarious how big your head gets sometimes. He has to fuck you dumb and remind you that you can’t do that.

𝕳 - 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖗

Trims, but not super short. He does wax his happy trail tho bc it makes him self-conscious.

𝕴 - 𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞

Can actually be very romantic if he wants to. He is a Pisces, after all. He does enjoy foreplay and the sensuality of that to get you prepped, and he takes extra care to make sure you’re fully ready. He is going to be hard on you, but understands that he has to take good care of you, and he does

𝕵 - 𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖋𝖋

Daily. At least once. It keeps the stress away and livens his mood. He does it as soon as he wakes up, and then if he’s having a really hard day or difficulty sleeping, he can do it to ease his nerves.

𝕶 - 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐

Size, obvious because everyone is smaller than him Skdkfkf he’s a giant. He’s 6’2 and his cock is at least 3 feet of that.

Daddy Kink, self explanatory mostly. It’s just so fucking sweet on his ears, his baby cooing for their daddy, trying so hard to work his entire cock into their tiny hole, trying to be so good for him… he loses it every time.

Voyeurism, likes watching you touch yourself. He finds it amusing how you think you can get yourself there without his help. You both know that’s impossible, but it turns him on to see you try.

Praise, again- he loves to make you feel special. And you work so hard fitting all of him inside, he has to tell you how good of a job you’re doing, especially because he’s appreciative of you letting him impale you. He has to let you know.

Mutual Masturbation, Kinda goes with voyeurism. If you’re away from each other, you’re definitely going to have sex via FaceTime- he just wants to see you, and also wants you to see him. To him, it lets you know you’re the only one that can get him there, and that your presence alone- even if he’s not touching you, is more than enough.

Lingerie, Loves nothing more than seeing you all pretty for him. He also just really likes the feeling of lace or silk against his fingertips He can get out of control and rip your sets tho- but don’t worry, death is a very lucrative business- He will buy you several replacements.

𝕷 - 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

LOVES car sex. If the mood strikes, he WILL pull over. But really, he’ll take it wherever he can get it.

𝕸 - 𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

He’s very eager to please. A little lazy, yes, but at his core he wants to make sure you’re feeling good.

𝕹 - 𝕹𝖔!

He has done literally everything at least once and the one thing he just can’t get into is piss. One bad experience and a 3 month uti later he’s sworn off it for good.

𝕺 - 𝕺𝖗𝖆𝖑

Not his favorite. He could honestly go with or without it personally, just because there’s so much of him. But he will happily fuck your throat if you want him to, and will go down on you for hours to make sure you’re truly prepped. For someone who’s not a big fan of it, he’s actually AMAZING with his mouth. It’s lazy but in the best way possible.

𝕻 - 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊

Starts off slow so you’re good to go, but will pick up the pace as you stretch out. He does enjoy a few slow deep thrusts in between drilling you into oblivion tho. He never tries to make your guts into a smoothie on purpose, it just kinda happens that way.

𝕼 - 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖊

He will never say no to quickie. The amount of fast food bathrooms and abandoned parking lots you’ve seen is astronomical. The amount of times Makki has kicked you out of his apartment for trying something while he goes to the bathroom is even higher.

𝕽 - 𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖐

He's the classic degen. bf who reaches across the table at the same time as your dad when you go “daddy can you pass the salt?”

So yes, he’s definitely going to tease you under a table at thanksgiving dinner.

He’s really going to have you whenever he wants- even if it comes at the expense of your pride/morals sometimes.

𝕾 - 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆

Can go on forever if you let him. Will overstim you to hell and back before he even thinks about cumming. Doesn’t even know he’s doing it- he’s so used to fucking you brainless that he doesn’t realize it’s too much. But he is SUPER apologetic about it and will make sure to treat you extra carefully.

𝕿 - 𝕿𝖔𝖞

He actually has a few for when he’s feeling lazy. He used to run through fleshlights like they were tictacs but he’s since finally found one that he won’t break.

He got most of them for free because he worked in a sex shop during college- he was very popular.

𝖀 - 𝖀𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖗

Yes. He will 100% rile you up with touches that seem innocent enough in nature, but are a tad bit too low, or linger on for a bit too long.

Will also give you “the look” in public and pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about- he definitely does.

𝖁 - 𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖊

Vocal in bed, especially with praise. Will constantly tell you how good you’re doing or how good you feel. Doesn’t moan a lot, but they slip out from time to time. Instead it’s a lot of deep breaths, groans, and curses.

𝖂 - 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉

If mortuary school hadn’t have worked out, he and Makki were going to start their own porn company. They actually have a very solid business plan. They made a pact to sit on it for now, since Issei is working at the funeral home.

𝖃 - 𝖃-𝕽𝖆𝖞

LMFAOOOOO

Literally a foot long. Longer actually. I’m going to honestly say 13. No I won’t take it back. Perfect thickness too. Honestly it’s like… god really took his time and got it fucking right. Everything about his physique is perfect- it would only make sense his cock is that perfect to match. Color is even all around, the head is bubblegum pink. There’s also one very prominent vein on the underside, and a few tinier trails of veins on the top. The statue of David? Don’t know her. Only know the statue of Issei.

𝖄 - 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓��

High sex drive, but he can keep it subdued if he has to. Especially because he knows he’s too much for most people. He's not shy about it though. Is CONSTANTLY horny on main. Not that you mind.

𝖅 - 𝖅𝖟𝖟

Service Dom through and through. He won’t sleep until you do, and even if he’s dead tired, he won’t sleep at all if you’re staying awake. He’s going to do everything to take care of you and your needs first. When you do sleep he likes to hold your head to his chest and will press his nose down into your hair so he can fall asleep surrounded by your scent.

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[breakyeol]

Sweet, Sweet Relief

Pairing : chanyeol x reader

Summary: in which your gorgeous best friend knows just what to do to help you relax. 

Warnings: strong language, shy yeol towards the end, explicit sexual content; mild muscle kink?? i think??, dry humping for like two seconds, oral (f. receiving) aka pussy eating king back at it again, fingering, park chanyeol bc the man deserves a warning all his own 

Word Count: 3.3k

a/n; ah yes, best friends to lovers, my favorite cliche. i can’t stop writing for Chanyeol lately?? which really isn’t that out of the ordinary bc the man is literally my muse, but it seems a bit excessive at times yikes. but i also think it’s a good thing because i’m making some leeway with his prince au!!! yay!!! hopefully it won’t be too terribly long of a wait! until then, i hope these drabbles turned one shots will hold you over :) enjoy!

“You’re stressed out.”

It wasn’t a question.

You sighed, head shaking as you spared Chanyeol a glance from the corner of your eye.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not.” Was his abrupt response, concerned eyes dragging over the length of your tensed features, pausing on the visible lines above your brow and at the corners of your mouth.

He was right, of course. You weren’t alright. In all honesty, you hadn’t been alright for the past month. Your latest assignment was beating the absolute shit out of you, draining your mind and body of all its viable energy and leaving you an exhausted, stressed out disaster of a person.

Unfortunately, you knew that if you admitted it out loud to Chanyeol, he would not let you spend another second staring at your stupid computer screen. But you really had to get the project done by the end of the week or you were totally and royally screwed. And if he couldn’t make you feel better, Chanyeol would end up feeling like shit and that in turn would make you feel even more like shit than you already do and it would be an endless cycle of the two of you feeling like shit and does anybody really need that right now? You were already struggling enough without having an extra pouty, sulking best friend to tend to.

“Chanyeol—“ you began, running your palms over your face as you concocted a number of things to say to get him to stop worrying. But, he didn’t give you the chance.

“I can do it again.”

Your hands fell away from where they’d begun to press against your sore eyes, a look of confusion crossing your features.

“Huh?”

He swallowed, shifting where he sat beside you on the plush sofa. You followed his every movement through narrowed eyes, your confusion building as a shade of pink dusted over his cheeks.

“I–if you want me to... I can do it again.”

It took you a second. To put the pieces together. To remember. For the shock to settle over you. It took a second, but it was with a jolt that you realized what he was talking about. Warmth blossomed beneath your skin, but you forced your expression to fall into that of gentle chiding.

“Yeol. We agreed that it was a one time thing.”

The near rejection had him crumbling in on himself, the blush coating his cheeks intensifying tenfold as he fiddled with his fingers in his lap.

“I know but... I don’t mind. If it helps.” He suddenly straightened his back and you damn near jumped out of your skin as one of his hands fell across your thigh. He stared into your eyes, determination and sincerity burning in his own. “I want to help.”

“Yeah but you don’t have to help like th— ah!” You yelped in surprise as he suddenly pushed you and you fell backwards onto the couch with a soft ‘oof’. “What the h– ell…” your voice gave with an embarrassing crack as Chanyeol crawled on top of you, straddling your hips and caging your head between his arms. The sudden change of position caught you completely off guard, and you found yourself grappling hopelessly to try and get your mind back on track.

“Let me help you, y/n. You know I’m good at it.” His voice had dropped an octave, softening into a near whisper. Heat pooled in your cheek, and you blinked rapidly, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

Sure he was good —probably one of the best you’d ever had if you were being completely and totally honest—, but accidentally fucking your best friend while you are both wasted and horny beyond rationality is completely different than committing the act while sober and capable of discerning between right and wrong. And this— this had to be wrong.

Even if it felt so deliciously right.

Quickly ridding yourself of the thought, you pressed your palms against his chest with every intention to pushing him away, only to falter at the feeling of taut, bulging muscle beneath your fingertips that you were almost certain hadn’t been there the last time you’d laid your hands on him.

“Have you been working out?”

The question was so out of place in the situation that Chanyeol couldn’t rein in his laughter before it came bubbling from his chest in several loud, contagious eruptions.

“A little…” his lips curled into that familiar, boyish grin, “wanna see?”

Asking proved pointless as he sat up before you could conjure up an intelligible response and took hold of the bottom of his hoodie. In one soft motion, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside without a care. You couldn’t help but gawk like a fool at the sight you were left with.

“W–wow.” You coughed out, blinking rapidly as you absorbed the expanse of the tanned, toned body on top of you. ‘A little’ had been an understatement. The last time you saw him shirtless, you can’t quite seem to recall there being such a defined six pack… or such impressive biceps… fuck.

“Wanna feel?”

His large hand was already wrapped around your wrist before the question escaped his lips, though this time he actually waited for your verbal approval before proceeding. Was it really the best idea to be feeling up your shirtless best friend after he’d just propositioned you? Probably not. Were you going to do it anyway? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Allowing him to guide your palm to his impressive pectorals, you almost moaned at the feeling of the hard, warm skin beneath your greedy fingertips. “Not bad, huh?” He asked, smug smirk twirling at the corners of his lips.

“In a word.” You offered mildly, far too absorbed in tracing the defined ridges of his abs to come up with one of your usual smart ass responses. The faintest of gasps fluttered from his lips as you caressed over a particularly sensitive area, and you didn’t miss the goosebumps that rose across his sun kissed skin— nor the pressure of something hard suddenly nudging up against your hip.

Swallowing thickly, you tipped your head up, making the deadly mistake of meeting his eyes. They were dark, darker than you’d ever seen them, and hooded, pretty eyelashes fluttering across his flushed cheeks with every lazy blink. Something dangerous yet tempting swirled within them, and you found yourself too overwhelmed to hold his intense gaze for much longer, quickly diverting your attention elsewhere.

But, just your luck, your eyes happened to land directly on the second most dangerous feature on his face— his lips. They were a dark, lovely shade of pink and deliciously swollen from the relentless assault of his teeth. The unexpected urge to tip you chin up and kiss him crashed over you with all the strength of a tsunami, heat flooding down between your thighs. Instinctively, you tried to close them, but the shape of his body prevented you from doing such. Unfortunately for your sanity, the pressure of your legs squeezing around his hips gave Chanyeol a different idea all together, a whole new way of absolutely wrecking you.

You almost— scratch that, you quite literally choked on air when he suddenly rolled his hips down, grinding against you. It was more experimental than anything else, testing the waters, seeing just how far you’d let him go. When you showed no signs of pushing him away and telling him to go fuck himself, he did it again, and this time, you really did moan out loud. Chanyeol shuddered at the sound, positively delighted that he’d been the one to pull such a delicate, sexy noise from you.

Encouraged and invigorated with newfound determination, he set a steady, confident rhythm with his hips, rolling them into yours in hard, deliberate, fluid motions.

“Let me make you feel good, y/n.”

A shiver wracked your body, and you found yourself utterly helpless against the deep rasping bass of (what you liked to identify as) his sex voice. It was at least an octave deeper than his regular voice, with a deliberate yet natural hoarseness that shot straight to your core. And no being on earth was immune to it, including you.

“Okay. Fuck, okay,” you caved, breathing heavy and uneven just from that juvenile dry humping alone, “but this is seriously the last time, Chanyeol. We can’t keep doing shit like t–this.”

A triumphant grin twisted onto his rose petal lips, “that’s alright. Just this once is all I need.”

Contrarily, you feared this little indiscretion would make you crave him all the more.

You sighed softly as his head fell into the juncture of your neck, painting hot, open mouthed kisses across the vulnerable skin. “No marks.” You huffed lightly when he resorted to sucking and nipping, and you could feel the pout that downturned the corners of his lips, but he made no objections nonetheless. A trembling breath flooded out of your chest as he descended your body, pushing up the loose fabric of your t-shirt to press searing kisses across your belly, all the way down to the elastic of your leggings. He glanced up at you, and somehow the angle made him look more attractive than he already was.

“Don’t be nervous.”

You shot him a lopsided grin, “who’s nervous?”

He didn’t look convinced, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the skin of your hips. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s completely alright, just tell me and I’ll—”

“Don’t stop.” Chanyeol’s eyes widened at the sudden interruption, staring up at you with all the excitement and hope of a puppy getting a treat dangled in front of his nose. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you allowed your thighs to relax, falling open before him. “Please… don’t stop.”

He literally whined, though it quickly pitched into a rough, heavy groan somewhere deep in his chest. Long fingers slipped beneath the tight elastic of your leggings, making quick work of tugging them down the length of your legs. The air was cold against your bare skin, prickling goosebumps shooting up across your freshly shaved and lotion lathed legs (you silently thanked yourself for making yesterday one of your monthly self care days). The chill of the air was warded away by the warm press of his hands against the flesh of your thighs, grip tight enough to bruise.

“Fuck.” You hissed as he feathered his mouth over your clothed pussy, the heat of his breath rippling through your core in tiny shockwaves. Something dangerous glinted in his hooded eyes, and you let out a shaky moan when he flicked his tongue experimentally. The thin grey cotton darkened with a mixture of his saliva and your arousal, and he moaned quietly when your faint flavor hit his taste buds.

“Baby,” he purred softly, rolling his thumb over your clit and prodding the tip of his tongue where he estimated your entrance was. Your head tipped back against the cushion, mouth opening in a silent gasp. One of your hands reached down to weave through his thick black locks, while the other grabbed hold of the armrest behind your head. “Can I take them off?”

“Yes.” You breathed, removing your hand from his hair to brace it against the couch as you lifted your hips, allowing him to pull the black cotton down your legs. He tossed them aside haphazardly, a low groan rumbling in his throat at the sight of your bare core, wet and exposed in front of him. The first time you’d done this, it had been too dark and he’d been too drunk to really appreciate you. So, he’d take his time now. Really take his time.

“You’re so pretty.”

Warmth blossomed beneath your cheeks and you scoffed softly, trying your best to act like the compliment hadn’t made your heart flutter. He dragged his index slowly through your arousal, mouth falling open with a breath of amazement as he admired the glistening wetness that coated it. Chills rolled down your spine, an almost embarrassingly desperate whine resonating in your throat.

“Chan.” The urgency in your voice made him smile, and he looked up at you with eyes sparkling with mischief. You could only watch helplessly as he dragged his finger away from you, and slipped it between his lips, humming in delight.

Fuck. He was definitely trying to kill you.

Luckily for you, that one little taste proved to not be anywhere near enough for his insatiable appetite and, without warning, he pressed his face in close and began lapping eagerly at your pussy. Your mouth gaped, hips bucking up uncontrollably as his nose ground into your clit, his hot tongue licking hungrily at your entrance. Pleasure ignited in your veins like a wildfire, explosive and untamable and all consuming. It stretched through every part of your body, setting your skin ablaze in the wake of his touch.

“Oh my god, Chan—” he groaned against you in response, hooded eyes fluttering blissfully as he lost himself in the taste of your cunt. He was eating you out like his life depended on it, fierce and unrelenting, the sound of it wet and messy. You were moaning his name, thigh tightening spastically around his head, but his strong, calloused hands kept them apart, forcing them open so he could have his way. You almost lost it completely when he wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking.

Strangely enough, you found that without the intoxication of alcohol in your system, everything he did had that much of a more intense effect on you. It was like every touch, every sensation was amplified by your mere sobriety; the heat of his mouth, the softness of his lips, the eagerness of his tongue, the pressure of his fingers. You felt all of it, every one of your senses going into overdrive.

And god it was so much. And yet, you still wanted more.

“Y– your fingers, Chan, your fingers, please—” you panted, brows knitting as you felt that familiar tightening in your gut. He quickly obeyed, sinking his long middle finger inside of you with such ease you almost felt embarrassed. But there was no room for such emotions when you were so enthralled in the hot rush of pleasure bursting like the most brilliant of firecrackers in your veins.

A second finger was swift to join the first, stretching you out so deliciously that your toes curled. With his free hand, he tugged at your knee, bringing it up to rest over his shoulder. The new angle forced your hips off of the plush cushion below, his skilled fingers burying themselves deeper, pillowy lips sucking harder. It was over the second his digits curled, stroking up against that perfect little spot that had white hot electricity crackling in your blood.

Your orgasm hit you hard and fast. It was hot and overwhelming, the persistent, eager pressure of his mouth and hands drawing it out as long as it could possibly go. He dragged it out until you were limp and trembling beneath him, moaning and whining out broken fragments of his name, too lost in the bliss inducing thralls of your high to feel even the slightest hint of shame.

His ministrations seemed to grow even fiercer through your orgasm, his ravenous moans increasing in volume right alongside yours. He only pulled away when he knew you wouldn’t be able to withstand anymore, resorting to pressing soothing kisses and murmuring breathless praises against the soft, trembling skin of your thighs.

“Fuck you, Chanyeol.” You laughed breathlessly, tossing an arm over your eyes.

“Fuck me? Fuck you, I almost busted in my pants when you came. That was so fucking hot.” He groaned, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he crawled back on top of you, caging your head between his arms. You chuckled, warmth spreading through your cheeks. A sweet smile upturned the corners of his mouth. “Did it help?”

The question was less than a breath against your lips, so soft you had to strain your ears to hear it. You swallowed, gaze momentarily dropping to his mouth before returning to his eyes, only to find that they’d honed in on your lips.

“It helped. You helped.”

He inhaled shakily, tongue slipping out to trace the seam of his bottom lip. “Can I help a little more?” He asked, and you felt his bangs feather over your forehead as his head lowered. Hot breath rushed over your mouth. Instead of answering, you reached up and cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss. It was short, shy, sweet. Such a stark contrast to the fierce hunger he’d displayed going down on you not two minutes ago that you couldn’t help the giggles of amusement that came bubbling from your chest. He broke away from you with a bashful smile, gently resting his forehead against yours.

“You suck.” He mumbled, pouting childishly.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only one that’s done any sucking.” You teased.

“Who am I to argue with the facts?” He sighed dramatically, feigning defeat.

You laughed loudly, an obnoxious cackle that had to be one of the most unattractive sounds you’d ever made, but it was abruptly cut off when he reattached his mouth to yours. You hummed contently, carding your fingers through the short hairs on the back of his neck. The taste of you lingered on his tongue, and he painted the inside of your mouth with it. Warmth spread through your chest, your heart picking up speed as you melted into his kiss, melted into the warmth that the presence of his body provided you with.

“I lied.”

Your eyes blinked open, surprised by the sudden admission. “Huh?”

The look on his face stirred to life a strange, but vaguely familiar emotion in the depth of your chest. A crimson blush darkened his cheeks and his gaze shied away from yours. For a moment, you were reminded of the little, goofy looking boy that shyly handed you a heart shaped box of caramel chocolates on Valentine’s Day all the way back when you were thirteen. He had the same big sweet eyes, the same crimson cheeks, the same large pink tipped ears.

“I said that just this once is enough...” he swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing as he nibbled nervously on the corner of his lip, “but it isn’t. It isn’t enough.”

“What do you mean?”

He cupped the side of your face, thumb tracing the line of your lip. “I want you. I- I want to be more to you— to be more to you than just a friend.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, offering him a sly smirk. “Are you… confessing to me, Park Chanyeol?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

He smiled down at you bashfully. “If you say yes.”

“Hmm…” you squinted your eyes and pursed your lips as if you needed to think it over. But you had a feeling that a moment like this was long past due, so you resisted the urge to draw it out and torture him, opting to give him a more straight forward answer to put his racing heart at ease. “Yes.”

“Thank god.” He groaned happily, smooshing your face between his massive palms and tugging you into a deep, but playful kiss that made your skin tingle. You giggled noisily against his lips, draping your arms over his neck to keep him close. “Does this mean I get to eat you out like that whenever I want?”

“Oh, without a doubt,” you snickered as he pumped his fist, hissing out an eager ‘yes’. You grabbed his chin between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his attention back to you. “And next time...” you tipped your head up to nip at the sensitive lobe of his ear, letting a downright wicked grin curl across your lips, “I’ll gladly return to favor.”

[hey-hamlet]

*slides in on socks* hey can we hear more abt that bnha cult au, the one where bc mido is quirkless and the cult town thinks hes better for it

So I’m probably going to be too lazy to actually write that as a full fic, so lemme go find my brainstorming and yeet it here for you all! Under a read more bc this is long and messy.

The whole fic takes place over either 1 or 1.5 months

Quirks = route of evil, those without powers are closest to the divine's intentions and anything subverting them from that should be expunged. Closer to normal you look = purer you are. Izuku is considered near gold standard excluding his green hair

2000 people in the town - 82 are quirkless (marked with a band - where? Wrist, neck or?)

Global quirkless pop = 20% but japan is 5%, much much lower in Izuku's generation, movement has been around since the dawn of quirks - infanticide

100 people statistically would make sense but rate of quirkless births vs quirkless people is very different as many die due to poor patient care

Some members of the town are the grieving parents of people who's quirkless children were killed as doctors didn't listen to them - some of the first people izuku meet

"Hizashi's family" Invite izuku over - they aren't related, it's part of a plot where they look at quirk records to invite the quirkless to join. Those who do not are disposed of in the woods.

The quirkless are treated like royalty, free food + other stuff

Anyone not on board is killed - settlement is new but buildings are old - the prior town was chased out/killed to make room for the cult. They used to meet in normal churches but quirkless supporting cults were cracked down on so they relocated into the woods by taking over a town

Start the fic w izuku getting off the train, Town is called Rishi, based the town off Nanmoku

Mum: Miyatani Haiyu Dad: Miyatani Juzou Daughter: Miyatani Kei

Need a very secretive, insular vibe - the place has no wifi, a church radio station and a townhall

Timeline

Arival Bakugo and Izuku take the train, Bakugo is there bc his mother told him to go: Inko was worried about sending Izuku off alone so she offered up bakugo to play guard dog. Bakugo is pissed. 

Bakugo will have a blow up about being there pretty early, izuku will try and soothe him which will only make him angrier. Is shinsou there? 

Shinsou is coming as well, but later > originally going to meet up w izuku for the first time (shitty foster parents) but wants to shield him from bakugo. Izuku just wants to sleep.

Golden band for the quirkless (ribbon?) “in our town we value good fashioned hard work so we like to give back to the quirkless, this little band lets everyone know the folks we should give a little more to”

Look around town, Izuku alone (shinsou there tomorrow >> all three staying at an inn)

Meet the family, bakugo pissed right off and they talk some smack about him while izuku flounders. “bet he’s got some flashy quirk, huh? Seems like the type. Makes me sick, thinkin they're better just cause they’re -”

Bakugo goes straight to his room to be a piss baby, izuku looks around. They are setting up for a festival. A group of kids teases another with a visible mutation, she cries, izuku tells the kids off and they scatter, she says some concerning stuff izuku is concerned. 

Izuku eats dinner w the family, they talk about how they think he’s gonna like it there, the little kid is cute.

Shinsou rolls into town, they go for a hike, its pretty chill - they have a picnic n shit they have dinner w the family 

Back to room (share one), izuku fiddling w the radio to find mic’s show, find the town’s own radio, they listen: something about  someone being brought into the fold, visitors in town to be treated kindly, a reminder of a church service that week “Hold fast to your faith, the world may slip a little further each day but we shall fight together to bring our faith outwards and bring purity back to the world” 

“Wow that was weird” “Wanna do some research?” “Fuck, sure.” 

They run into bakugo at breakfast, izuku mentions the show and bakugo kinda nods, “you heard it too?” “yeah. Fuckin weird” “We were gonna do some digging -” “Fuck off, I don’t need you two messing with my shit, I’ll look into myself.” “That was almost polite for Bakugo, huh?” 

Maybe timeskip to end of week? 

With the family, doing arts craft with the daughter. Shinso is sleeping off a migraine. They mention church vaguely in the background and Izuku tries to look like he's not listening in.

The daughter brings it up to izuku and the family chuckle and say he’s free to come if he wants but there is no need to rush him.

They eat lunch, the family kinda advertise the town to him, talk about the nice quirkless girl down the street his age, how rare it is for quirkless people to be born in this generation. Izuku vaguely thinks about how nice it would be to live there

Church that night, izuku looks in on shinsou to see he's still sleeping in the dark, goes to bakugo “look i know i’m sorry but they’re having church tonight and i know you were a little interested and i was gonna go anyway -” “I’m coming with because otherwise you’ll be useless.” They decide to sneak around to listen “I was kinda -” “yeah, sure” “wait but -” “oh fuck off, it rubbed me the wrong way too. The weirdos might talk different if they know we’re there.”

Bakugo throws a darker jacket at Izuku, he slips on a beanie and they head out into the woods, walking through to reach the back of the church. They wait 20 minutes after it was supposed to start and creep out, they listen in. 

“We will purge the impure our streets, we will stop this blight and, we will enact god's wrath and spare the pure, letting relieve the purity of the past. We will strike them down in his name, let them know we are his wolves let loose upon the blinded sheep.” 

Bakugo grabs izuku’s arm, they are both pale. They go to run, and a metal sheet falls down. The preacher goes quiet and someone a few people stand and the two of them book it as fast as they can.

They get back to the inn and have a minor freak out, they wake up shinso and they are like “oh shit, oh fuck.” they decide they need proof bc the pros will never listen to them, they become baby detectives 

Bakugo going off at izuku and having the shit scared out of him by a local, izuku steps in and the local backs down instantly, all smiles

One part of the story involves them running through the festival, changing clothes and masks as much as the can to escape the people chasing them.

The cult have a gas that is toxic to anyone with the quirk factor and intend to release it all across japan, starting with their own town. The climax of the story see’s Izuku going it alone through the facility, dead and dying bodies around him, looking out for any quirkless members that will stop him as he tries to find the locations of the canisters containing the gas. 

Aizawa and Nighteye are in the town as well, Bakugo and Shinsou run to them crying ab how Izuku is all alone and they think he’s going to die and oh god they can’t even help him - 

The dumb comedy throughline in this AU is Aizawa and Nighteye have to fake having crushes on each other to explain why they are hanging out so much in secluded areas. They both hate this very much. 

Izuku, who recognized the two heroes On Sight, is having a minor crisis about them both being here and apparently getting handsy behind a 7/11.

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Life Force ~{10/??}~

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Spending time together felt so natural. It had only been two months and the two of you already move in similar motions, as if you had known each other your entire life. Nights when you would work late, Shinsou would take your spare key and make himself comfortable in your home. He would pick up groceries and meet you at the train station with a bright smile, speaking about the dinner that he had prepared for you. On the way home you would walk in step with one another, talking about the different things that happened in each of your lives that day. Everything felt right. It felt safe and secure.

You didn’t trust it.

Despite the nagging feeling in your chest, you would hold his hand and smile. Maybe if you pretended everything was right in your mind, it would be exactly that. So that’s what you did. You would laugh and smile and always kiss him back. When he would hold you, you would melt into him naturally. There was never a time you would pull back from him. Honestly, you didn’t want to, but there was something burning in your chest that beat on your ribcage- begging to be noticed. 

One day at work you were laid out by the sad stargazer. You played your music on a low setting, all your focus placed on it. 

“Why are you sad, little stargazer?” you whispered to it, placing a small tap on the exposed stem. It perked at your touch, allowing your energy to swirl down to its roots. A soft smile reached your lips at the feeling of it accepting your love. Being able to help it even a little made you feel good.

“Plants can’t talk,” a new voice spoke from behind you. Unphased by the interruption, you merely looked their way without a change in expression.

“I’m fully aware they can’t talk,” you said sarcastically, pulling yourself up into a sitting position, “But I can feel their emotions, in a way I can hear their thoughts.” 

“Yeah,” he shrugged, moving over to you and dropping to his knees in front of the stargazer, “But sometimes their emotions aren’t actual thoughts, you know?”

“No,” you said in curiosity, “What do you mean by that?” 

He looked over at you with a soft smile, “What I mean is that it may have been sad in the moment, but being sad isn’t the only thought that it has.” 

You watched in intrigue as he cradled the stem. A warm light was exposed from his palm, enveloping it entirely. A short yelp escaped your mouth and you reached for the plant, but he merely swatted your hand away with a smile. “Just watch,” he laughed at you, “If I mess it up then you have full right to hit me. Can you trust me?” 

You surveyed the man before you and, after a short moment you decided that there was no way he could be in here if he wasn’t trusted by the rest of staff- right?

“Fine,” you huffed, “But I hit really hard… just so you know.” 

He chuckled at your stubbornness, “Noted.” 

The two of you turned back to the plant and he continued his action. You watched as the plant began to sprout happily. It even wrapped itself around his wrist, soaking up the light he exposed it to. When he was finished he looked to you as you sat there with a wide smile. 

“I’m not even touching it,” you whispered in relief, “but I can still feel it’s emotion. It…” 

“It’s better?”

“What did you do?” your voice was desperate. You had been worrying over this plant for a while. It wasn’t blooming the same as the rest of it’s friends. 

“I gave it a little bit of life force.”

“Your life force?” you asked incredulously. 

“Yeah,” he shrugged, “My quirk is life force, I can give it… or take it.”

“I’m hoping you don’t do the latter that much, right?” 

His expression grew solemn, “Only when asked… I volunteer in hospitals a lot. Some people… some people prefer the easier way out when things get terminal. My quirk makes it as if they’re falling asleep. I like to put their life force into things like plants or sick children.”

“Does that hurt them?” 

“The body is sick,” he explains, mirroring your sitting position, “Their life force is the same. Taking it and moving it to another does not hurt them- it simply allows that person to live on in another being.” 

“That’s beautiful,” you said sweetly.

“Okay now that we’ve got that out of the way-”

You looked at him with furrowed brows, confused as to where this was going.

“What’s going on with you? You have turmoil- it’s pulling at your energy,” he said with a concerned tone, “I felt it from down the hall.”

“Nothing?” 

“You’re full of shit,” he complained, “Come on I know there is something.” 

“There is nothing!” you laughed, “I have a good job and a great friend and a really cool boyfriend. My cat seems to really like him. A house I love filled to the brim with things I like.” 

“What’s going on with that boyfriend?” 

“In what way? Are you concerned with our se-”

“Definitely not,” he pushed before you could finish the sentence, “Emotionally. What’s going on there?” 

“We…” you thought really hard for a moment, “We really like each other.” 

“I like chocolate cupcakes too,” he prefaced, “But I don’t imagine myself marrying them.” 

“Are you comparing my love life to your love of chocolate cupcakes?”

“Does that sound like your love life?” 

You stuttered for a moment, “Who are you exactly?” 

“Call me Yaku,” he grinned as he put his hand out to you, “And your name?” 

“None of your business,” you gave a sarcastic smirk before standing up an brushing yourself off, “Thanks for helping my stargazer and questioning my relationship with my boyfriend, it was nice to meet you. I have other things I have to do.” 

He watched you stomp out of the room, a grin on his lips.

“When you’re out of denial I’m in room 212!” 

“Won’t need it, but thanks!” 

-

Shinsou met you at the train station once again. You struggled with your bags until you made it to him. He looked up from his phone to see your angry huffing. With a short chuckle he looked down at your small figure.

“Can I help?”

“Please do.” 

He wasted no time in pulling the bags from your hands. You gave him a grateful smile, nearly dropping to the ground in relief. Shinsou threw out an arm, catching you by holding the small of your back.

“Hey,” he said in concern, “What happened? Are you okay?” 

You forced out a smile, looking up at the beautiful boy, “Yeah. Yeah I’m good. Just a hard day.”

“Wanna talk about it?” 

“Not really.” 

He frowned but didn’t push, simply kissing your forehead before turning the two of you towards your street, “Let’s go then?” 

You moved at a slow pace, thinking of everything that strange boy said to you. 

Was there conflict in my life force?

You looked up at Shinsou, who was going on about Nakoma trying to steal the food he had cooked. 

Is he my conflict?

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ITS ALMOST THE END! BE PREPARED

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Op is acting like george isn't a human who procrastinates like the rest of the world when it comes to doing jobs they find difficult being motivated to do 🥴 (so when he does do it we do praise him a little)

Give me your strength OP

shrug i deleted the post bc it could’ve just been lh the tags just took me aback bc it was in my notifs LMAO like . that one clip of all instances george was literally like “congrats on finishing your work! it feels good doesn’t it” and idg how you can somehow spin it as george preaching against what he practices, being lazy also isn’t the worst thing ever and having struggles w starting stuff isn’t either it’s normal and human and a worse time for some than others (as evidenced if you wanna compare the way dream and george respectively work and get around to editing, george acts like it’s insurmountable while dream can take on 5 more projects sometimes)

i’m biased obviously but i genuinely don’t think george is some bum riding on his current hype he does a lot outside of editing his videos being there for his friends and their content etc. it seems like he helps as much as he receives help and the dteam have kinda built up their platform and branding together like that which is genuinely cool the way they sort eachother out w/ thumbnails coding and ideas, coding which george had a big hand in like idk it’s just nice is his editing procrastination problem a problem? yeah but also he knows it is idt george struts around saying he’s the master of content creation whilst delivering absolutely nothing (this is dipped in some sarcasm bc he doesn’t do nothing) and you don’t have to armchair diagnose or medicalise it to see it is a problem for him and not something he wants to be a problem

+ i give him some leeway apropos to editing bc it’s smth that’s cropped up a lot george even mentioning he confided in quackity abt it recently who said george was borderline in tears and idt being a millionaire or successful absolves him of the worries he has, it probably worsens them bc of the expectations and it says more that he wants to deliver smth high quality over smth timely but not up to the unique standard he and dream have set for themselves there are solutions sure but i give him his own time to work out what he wants to do and it’s clearly hard for him and again you don’t have to armchair diagnose someone to realise smth is a struggle for them regardless of the reasons why as a fan ofc i’d love content as often as possible but i’m also sympathetic

i just say all this bc it’s been weighing on my mind generally too and gets kinda sad to see ppl act like george doesn’t stand on his own as a content creator and takes advantage of his position or Dream “when he could so Easily do this thing” which is evidently not that easy bc if it was he would just do it like i know he would and the way i see it george takes pride in his content and executing it perfectly (watch any stream ever he is FUSSY abt semantics) which takes precedence over consistent uploads and it’s bittersweet sure bc i don’t want him to feel stressed abt it above all and the reason why i think he could benefit with an editor but also i’m not going anywhere just bc of it and i do not think it means george isn’t hardworking