#and every day I wake up with one of his songs in my head randomly

[tenitchyfingers]

There’s something so beautiful and special and melancholic about Beautiful Night too. Like… Linda being in it just shortly before she passed 💔 but also Ringo being in it, the melody and the switch from one section to the other, Paul’s voice… I can’t. What a song. What an album.

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇

pairing: joel miller x webcam model!f!reader

genre: no outbreak AU, explicit smut, minors dni

word count: 9k

summary: Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

warnings: joel is bi in this, sex toys, paddles, nipple clamps, pillow humping, self-spanking, female/male masturbation, piv, dirty talking, possesive!joel, cum eating, oral (female receiving), size kink

additional warning: alright so there is a short moment in this where reader smacks herself with a paddle that has a heart-shaped hole and gets a heart mark on her skin, I don't use any descriptions (like calling it red or pink etc) but I'm also not oblivious enough to think everyone would get a mark when getting spanked so I wanted to let you know in case that would put you off and wouldn't want to read and that's completely fine!

a/n: this definitely ended up being longer then it needed it to be bfgbfg I want to take the anon who requested this, and the rest of you who chimed in and voted on the polls. I hope you all enjoy 💜 oh, also a special thanks to @missredherring who gave the idea of a more in-depth reason as to why Joel likes honeysuckle flowers 👀

edit!!! this has more than one part now! click here for the masterlist

Joel was lonely. 

He hadn’t really thought about it until Sarah went off to college. 

Since the day she was born, he had one thing and one thing on his mind only—to give his little girl everything that he could and make her happy. The rest didn’t concern him. He didn’t really care about dating, he didn’t have the time to think about how lonely he was. He had been on a couple of dates, all of which were initiated by Sarah as she entered her teenage years, pleading with him to go out and have a life.

But now that she was gone, studying what she always wanted to study and being happy, the emptiness began to spread like a nasty infection. Every creak and groan of the house sounded like mockery to him. He started keeping the TV open all night, most of the time falling asleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night startled by sudden shouts from a randomly playing film or show. He hated it. This wasn’t how Joel imagined his golden years to be like. 

Maybe that’s why he decided to use the damn website. Ravish. He’d heard it from Tommy first —which was an uncomfortable conversation as one could imagine— and after that, he kept on hearing the name. 

Ravish 

Ravish 

Ravish 

It was like a shitty pop song, stuck between his teeth like toffee, impossible to get rid of. The name made a home in his brain, making its presence known whenever he was doing anything, no matter how mundane the task was. 

Ultimately, he gave in. What was the worst that could happen? 

Joel groans. He stares at the screen with his brows drawn tightly together, the text cursor blinking as it waits for him to type out a username. It’s been almost ten minutes. A brief thought of asking Tommy passes through his mind but he quickly pushes the thought away and leans over the keyboard. 

JMiller. That should be alright. He doesn’t need anything fancy, and J can be any name. It can be Jack, Jacob, Jonathan, John, Jeremy. There are a bunch. Besides, Miller is a pretty common last name, so if someone asks if he's JMiller, he can just deny it. Not that anyone would. Everyone would be too busy jerking off to pretty people. The last thought anyone would have would be of him. 

He quickly decides on his password and he’s immediately overwhelmed. There are too many things happening at once. His eyes widen, heart beating a bit too fast as he moves his mouse around. In the corner, there’s a little pop-up begging for his attention, and on the screen, there are multiple thumbnails of women and men. When he drags his mouse over a thumbnail it starts moving and he jumps. 

“Holy hell,” he mutters. “I’m in way over my head.” 

Joel gets up to pour himself a glass of whiskey. After that, he sits on the couch again and takes three deep breaths. The ice clicks together as he takes a swig, the amber liquid pleasantly burning as it goes down his throat. He looks around some more, looking for the profiles that pique his interest the most. 

While he scrolls, he sees one of a man with the username NicolasCageFreak, which he finds odd, but the man is pleasing to the eye with soft brown curls and natural honey highlights in between. The man has a small bullet vibrator pressed against his hard length, a cock ring at the base of it. Joel presses like and saves it for later. 

Joel has to remind himself a couple of times that the people who stream can’t actually see him. The more he scrolls the more relaxed he feels. There’s a woman with pretty green eyes he saves for later and another man with the username CammingBravo. He has his face hidden, Joel can see the red ribbon circling the back of his head as he bends over, granting the viewers a delicious sight of his ass that has a shiny buttplug. 

Liked! Added to your queue for later.

Until now Joel was fairly certain he was straight, sometimes he’d get the occasional same-sex dream but he figured everyone did at some point in their lives. He’s not so sure anymore. 

Some more scrolling and Joel starts getting restless. His cock strains against his sweatpants, aching for his rough touch. He takes a deep breath. The next live stream he sees that he likes he’ll click and that will be that. He’s starting to get worked up and, unlike NicolasCageFreak, he’s not a fan of edging himself. 

Then he sees her. A woman wearing a delicate chain vest with rhinestones that sparkle whenever she moves. His eyes flit to the username; Honeysuckle. He loves that flower, he has many memories of picking them with Tommy and sucking the sweet nectar hidden inside. He wonders if she tastes just as sweet. 

Not one to break a promise to himself, Joel clicks on the thumbnail. His eyes are instantly drawn to the live chat. There are so many people asking her to do something all at once—Jesus Christ. There are also a couple of them just chatting as if they were friends with her. He sees that everyone calls her Honey, which is fitting and a bit on the nose, he thinks. 

Noticing that he has the stream muted, Joel unmutes it, a pleasant tingle running down his spine as soon as her voice comes through the speakers of his laptop. 

“Wow, Eric47 I’m so happy you got that promotion!” 

“Don’t worry everyone, I’ve been thinking naughty thoughts all day and I’m ready to put on a show.” 

“Patience everyone.” 

“Thank you for buying a private chat, SarahBelieves! I can’t wait to be your good girl. . .” 

Joel is too focused on her tone, the smooth lilt of her voice, to hear the words she’s saying. The only thing his ears pick up on is the words private and chat. He wasn’t aware you could buy some extra time with the streamers. He loves that—

He shakes his head. Loves? Is he already planning on paying? At the thought, his cock twitches with interest, his reserve quickly crumbling to the floor. 

Joel decides to focus on the stream first. He can decide later on if he wants a private session or not. He cups himself through the soft fabric of his sweatpants, groaning as a spike of relief shoots through him. His eyes are glued to the screen. Honey’s hard nipples poke through the chains, her hands delicately kneading the tender mounds as she rises slightly by lifting herself onto her knees. She’s on a bed, wearing black panties and a matching garter. Joel’s mouth waters. The things he would do to her. . . 

His tongue pokes from between his lips, soft tendon moving with muscle memory as he thinks of eating her sweet cunt out. 

“Today my sweet bees,” she addresses them. “I was thinking of fucking myself with the biggest dildo I’ve got, how does that sound?” 

Joel’s eyes drift to the chat. Everyone seems to be cheering and asking her to show them how much she can take. There’s also a bunch of them calling her their favorite size queen. She chuckles. 

“I love all dicks, in any shape or form,” she purrs. “I’m just in the mood for a bit of pain.” 

Pain. That captures Joel’s attention. It makes him curious about all the other things she might be into. Perhaps she enjoys getting spanked, or she would enjoy the feeling of someone dragging their nails down her pretty back. He wants to know. He wants his imaginary scenarios to be as accurate as possible. 

He’s about to pull out his cock when he hears her voice again. 

“I do have one question though,” she says innocently. “Should I keep these pretty black panties on or off?” she grins into the camera, her eyes shining with mirth. “Let’s see those answers, my bees.” 

What do you want? Joel wants to ask. But this isn’t that kind of scenario so he thinks. The answers come flying in, there’s a fifty-fifty ratio. Joel’s mind blanks for a moment, the corners of his lips twitching. He wants her to keep them on. He likes the idea of her sliding them to the side and fucking herself deep, it feels more animalistic, more raw. He enjoys the idea of claiming someone, a curiosity he hasn’t yet fully explored yet. 

He types exactly that. His wording and grammar a bit too neat compared to the rest, but he gives Honey his answer. He wants her to keep it on. Maybe play with herself some more until the fabric is basically see-through, then she can fuck herself with the biggest cock she’s got. 

Joel watches intently as her eyes go over the live chat, there are so many answers coming in, he doubts she’ll see his comment. Still, he likes to believe she’ll see it. 

Honey’s eyes still briefly, hunger swirling in them as a canine sinks into her bottom lip. Her smile is bashful and shy, much different than the character she’s playing. Her eyes move back to the camera. Joel watches her breasts as her chest heaves, nipples grazing against the cool metal. 

“Well, well, JMiller. . . you certainly have a mouth on you,” she tuts and Joel’s eyes go wide. The satisfaction he feels leads to goosebumps coursing over his burning skin, being noticed. . . it’s surprisingly thrilling. “Are you new? I haven’t seen your handle before.” 

Joel swallows, his hands shaking as he types in a quick “yea”, Honey smiles, “Welcome to the hive then, baby. Keep the comments up,” she sighs, cupping both her tits. “I love a man who knows how to dirty talk.” 

A knot forms in his throat, his skin tight. He wasn’t expecting to be this affected. Now he understands why so many people enjoy live streams. They don’t see you, not actually, but still, it almost fills the void. Almost. He’s excited now, eager to type in more of his thoughts, eager to hear her answer him. Joel pulls out his cock, the waistband of his sweats hugging his thighs. He gives himself a firm tug, his spine straightening at the burn gathering in his lower stomach. It feels fucking good. 

“Since it’s J’s first time, and because he got me all hot and bothered, why not leave the panties on for this time?” Honey says. Joel observes the chat, there are a lot of congratulatory messages addressed to him, welcoming him. He doesn’t care. “You want to see these panties soaked, huh? You guys know how much I love making a mess.” 

Honey shimmies back, revealing more of her bare legs. She spreads them for the camera, the soft sound of delicate metal filling the air whenever she moves. Her fingers start to move lazily over her clothed clit, her head falls. Joel can see a subtle dark patch growing, his own hand starting to move slowly up and down his throbbing cock. A drop of precum dribbles down, easing the glide of his rough palm. She doesn’t look at the chat as frequently as she did before, too focused on her pleasure. Her glossy lips part and her eyes scrunch up. Her moans are loud and breathy, signs that she lives alone. 

Joel doesn’t think as he fists himself. Normally when watching porn he would think; he would think of a scenario, or what he would be doing differently, or the things he would want to do. This is different. He’s just watching, inhaling what’s being given to him. He sucks a sharp breath, his hand moving faster, the side of his fist smacking against his pelvis, dark curls damp under his palm. 

“Fuck,” Honey moans, eyes peering toward the screen. Her fingers move faster, her hips grinding to meet the graze of her palm. Joel groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull. “I think I’m going to come,” he breathes out. “Should I?” 

Joel doesn’t bother with typing until he hears his alias. 

“JMiller, since you’re new the decision is yours. Should I? P-Please answer,” she sounds desperate, her hips rutting the air as she presses her fingers hard against her clit. “O-Or do you want me to come on your cock?” 

Joel’s hips stutter, filling the tightness of his fist, “Fuckin’ hell.” 

With sticky fingers he types his answer, telling her that she should come with his cock deep inside her. Joel also adds that he wants to hear her, telling her to be loud. 

“O-Okay,” she whines, almost tearful as she reaches to grab her dildo off-screen. Joel can’t help the grin that makes its way across his face. He types again, telling her not to cry and that she’ll be coming soon enough. When he presses enter, he notices that his name is highlighted in dark orange. “You’re kind of an asshole,” she answers playfully. “I like that.” 

You're the buzzing heartbeat of Honeysuckle’s live stream! You are picked by the streamer as the treasured Drone Bee, your unwavering loyalty and vibrant energy create an electrifying atmosphere. Your presence is a key ingredient in making the honey even sweeter! 

A growl echoes in his throat when Honey shows the camera the dildo she had picked out. She wasn’t kidding when she said it was her biggest. It’s bigger than his own dick, and Joel is by no means a small man. He squeezes his cock and looks down, with a sudden need growing in his chest, he purses his lips and lets a long trail of saliva drip between his lips. He shudders when it reaches the head of his cock. He swipes his palm over it and continues to stroke himself, he wants to come. 

He wants them to come at the same time. 

Honey pushes the dildo in slowly, giving her viewers a clear sight of what’s happening. The toy stretches her wide, the ache of it pulling a gasp from her pretty lips. Joel breathes heavily, his nostrils flaring as his hand speeds up. 

Oh, how he would love to be the one fucking slowly into her, to hear those little gasps coming from her in person rather than his shitty speakers. He holds his breath. It’s buried fully inside of her now. She slowly looks down, her eyes looking directly into the camera. 

“I hope the view down there is good,” she says with a smirk. Joel doesn’t type anything. He focuses on the way his cock drools for her, aches to be buried in her cunt. Honey pulls out the toy until it’s only the tip that’s inside and then shoves it all in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her voice unfiltered. Joel’s stomach jumps at the sound, his pupils dilating like a wolf seeing its prey for the first time. 

She fucks herself hard, whimpering and crying out every time she fuck herself deep. Joel sees the way the plastic surface shines with her slick, he bets she tastes fucking sweet. 

He knows she’s close when her thighs begin to shake—he also knows thanks to the live chat going completely berserk, cheering her on and telling her to squirt. Joel, despite her own release close enough that he can taste it, rolls his eyes. 

“This one is for you JMiller,” she whimpers and Joel’s eyes go wide, his cock pulsing in his wet fist. “Hope you’re gonna fall down the edge with me, big guy.”  

Joel doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until she’s coming—she does so with a loud moan, her cunt fluttering around the large cock. Her head falls back completely, giving a clear view of her heaving chest, nipples fully erect under the see-through armor. 

His fall from grace is less pretty. He lets out a grunt, his hips fucking into his hand helplessly as come spurts from the slit, it’s almost painful. His heart beats aggressively while he tries hard to keep his focus on the screen, he doesn’t want to miss anything. Joel makes a mess of himself and his surroundings, the rug underneath his socked feet stained with his release. 

 Joel’s cock stops throbbing and with a pleased sigh, his shoulders drop. 

“That felt fuckin’ goood,” he groans, staring blankly at the ongoing live stream. Vaguely he notices Honey pulling the toy out, an equally fucked out expression on her face. The live chat is still going wild, he manages to lean over and type in one last sentence before going offline. 

Good girl. 

Joel is a weak weak man. 

Watching Honey quickly became a routine for him. She would start streaming around the same time he would come back from work and it was the perfect way to let off some steam. Tommy had asked if he checked out Ravish, to which Joel promptly said no. He didn’t need his baby brother making fun of him. 

Besides, some primal part of him didn’t want Tommy to know about Honey. It’s an odd thought, he realizes, since she’s enjoyed by many many people. Still, he didn’t have an explanation for what he was feeling. 

Once she had brought in a guest, and his body had immediately rejected it. He was ready to close the stream and head to the bathroom for a quick shower—however, he stopped when he noticed who the guest was; CammingBravo. Another streamer who had caught Joel’s attention when he was scrolling through the endless amount of entertainers for the first time. He watched Honey eat out his tight little asshole, then he watched Bravo fuck her senseless, making her soak the sheets. 

Joel never came that hard in his life before— It was exhilarating. He tipped handsomely that night and Honey mentioned how JMiller was one of her best viewers. Bravo’s smile, which was surprisingly kind, was infectious. 

He would be lying if he said his chest didn’t puff up a little. 

And, of course, he ended up buying a private chat with her after that. He just had to. It would just be this one time, he told himself, just one hour without the live chat. Just him and her. 

He turns on the laptop, already knowing that he’s kidding himself. There’s no way this will be a one-time thing. He’s too. . . smitten to leave it with one private chat. 

Maybe he can limit himself to once a month. That seems reasonable. 

The familiar website of Ravish loads and he clicks on the little gray person in the corner. He finds the section that’s titled “private chats” and clicks. Her username, Honeysuckle, pops up. On the screen, it says she’ll be with him shortly. 

A minute later the screen goes black and her face comes into view. She’s wearing a pink see-through bra with strawberries on it, Honey’s smile is bright as she looks into the camera.  

“Hi there J!” she greets him, his stomach warms at the sound of her voice. “This is your first time doing a live chat right?” 

He nods absent-mindedly while typing. Honey reads his answer and gives him an empathetic look. 

“Okay, so you don’t have to show your face—obviously—but if you want you can click the tiny microphone in the corner and talk to me directly. But if that’s also too much you can continue to type what you want me to do.” 

Joel’s eyebrows raise. Talk to her. . . with his actual voice? The thought both excites and sends cold fear down his spine. What would he even say? What if she doesn’t like the sound of his voice? 

“Are you there?” her voice comes through. “Is everything alright?” 

His fingers tense and rigid, Joel types in the questions that swirl in his head. Luckily the questions sound cheeky without any tone indicators so Honey smiles, her eyes narrowing while her lips curl seductively. 

“You can say anything you want, big boy,” she licks her lips. “And don’t worry about your voice, I’m yours for the hour. You might as well have the most shrill voice in the world, I would still tell you how sexy you sound.” 

You always call me that. Why?  . . .  Also, it doesn’t make me feel any better when you say you’ll tell me how good I sound regardless but I get what you mean. 

Joel aggressively chews the smooth inside of his cheek. Honey reads his messages, a grin stretching across her beautiful face, “Let’s just say streamer’s intuition,” she winks. “As for the other thing, I mean that you don’t need to worry. I doubt you have the most shrill voice in the world.”  she thinks over her words before adding. “Of course, it’s up to you. If you don’t want to use voice chat that’s completely fine.” 

 Joel sighs, his curser hovering over the tiny microphone. Closing his eyes, he clicks. 

“Can—Can you hear me?” 

Her eyes sparkle. 

“Crystal clear,” she answers with a wide smile. “You sound hot.” 

She sounds genuinely impressed. Joel can’t help but chuckle with the shake of his head. “Don’t sound so surprised but thanks, I think?” 

“Oh it’s definitely a compliment,” she says rolling her tongue. “Is there anything you want me to call you or should I just call you J?” 

There’s a brief moment where he thinks of just telling her his name but he bites his tongue at the very last moment. His heart does a little jump when he answers, “You can call me. . . sir.” 

“Understood, sir,” she repeats, her voice dripping with lust. A shudder crawls up his spine and he has to brace himself by holding his knees. “There is also a matter of safewords, I don’t do everything as I’m sure you don’t as well. Red is for stop, yellow is for slow down and green is for go. I think that’s the simplest one but if you want to use a different word I’m okay with that.” 

Joel blinks before answering, “Uh, yeah sounds good.” 

“Also the website doesn’t allow screen recordings—which I appreciate— so you can’t film these sessions in any way. I’m just letting you know because no one reads the terms of service and one client was very unhappy when he got a cease and desist.”

“I. . . okay, I wouldn’t even think of it.” 

She smiles and Joel’s heart feels a bit lighter, “Good,” with the rules established, a sense of relaxation washed over both of them. “So, do you have anything planned for me?” 

Joel clears his throat as a warning and her eyes glimmer with amusement. 

“Sorry,” she breathes heavily. “Did you have anything planned for me, sir?” 

“Would you laugh if I said no?” 

“Sir, I would never laugh at you,” she pouts, brows turning upward. Momentarily she looks off screen and when her eyes find the lens again she smiles giddily.  “Would you want me to show you the toys I think you’ll like?” 

Joel smiles at how genuinely excited she sounds, it’s hard to remind himself that this is all an act and that this is her job. He wants this to be real. He wants her to actually be excited to show him all the things she wants him to use. 

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he answers not missing the way her lips part with a soft gasp. “Show me what you got.” 

Honey shows him a handful of her toys. She has a lot. Dildos of various sizes, vibrators, nipple clamps, kegel balls, anal plugs, anal beads, floggers, collars, paddles. . . she might as well have an entire sex shop in her room. Joel takes mental notes of all of them to use during their next sessions.  

“Anything that you like, sir?” 

“The paddle,” he murmurs, feeling a bit flustered now that they’re actually getting into it. “The one with the heart-shaped hole and. . . the nipple clamps—” 

“The heart-shaped ones?” 

Joel swallows thickly, “Y—Yeah.” 

“No need to be shy, sir,” she grins. “It’s only you and me.” Honey picks out the toys Joel requested and raises an eyebrow while her gaze searches the pile. “So, no dildos? Or vibrators?” 

“I . . . had somethin’ else in mind, if that’s alright.” 

“Ohhhh, a mystery,” she purrs, winking into the camera. “I love it, sir.” 

Honey is slow to rid herself of her bra, sliding one arm out and then the other before moving both hands to the back to unclasp herself free of the dainty fabric. Her chest nears the camera, giving him a full view of her fully erect nipples. Joel’s breathing grows heavier by the second. He can feel his cock stiffen, pleasure stirring in his gut. He quickly kicks off his shorts, leaving himself bare on the couch as he watches her secure the clamps over each nipple. She lets out a tiny sigh of bliss, pulling her arms back and planting her palms firmly against the mattress, she shows her newly decorated nipples. 

Joel groans and wraps his hand around his cock. She does a little wiggle, the soft sound of bells making his cock twitch. 

“Are you touching yourself, sir?” 

“Yea.” 

“Good, I want to hear you get off,” she quickly adds. “Sir.” 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweet thing,” his eyes flutter closed as his fist moves down, and he opens them back up after giving himself a firm squeeze. “Turn around,” he grunts. “And don’t forget the paddle.” 

She does as she’s told, which in return gives Joel an immense sense of control and satisfaction. Precome drips down his length, he uses it to lube himself further, paying extra attention to be loud for her. Just like she wanted. 

His eyes follow the movement of the paddle, she drags it over the right cheek of her ass, caressing her skin. Her panties disappear between the crease of her gorgeous ass, leaving little to the imagination. “Is this okay, sir?” she asks, her voice thick. “Am I being a good girl?” 

Goosebumps rise over his skin. He’d called her, wrote to her, good girl after every stream—his smirk is laced with something dark when he realizes that she must’ve enjoyed it. 

“You’re being very good,” he answers. “Now hit yourself with it, I want to see a heart tattooed on that pretty flesh of yours.” 

“Southern man into branding, why am I not surprised?” she purrs and lifts her ass closer the camera. “You like seeing your pretty girl all marked up by her owner?” 

Fuck. 

“Don’t get full of yourself,” he orders, adding a bit more venomous tone to his voice. Honey stills, and briefly Joel worries he’d overstep. He stops breathing, not wanting to miss even the smallest hint of the safeword. 

But then she shudders, hitting herself lightly with the paddle. “How’s this, sir?” she says, her lilt indicating that she’s highly aware it isn’t enough. 

“Harder.” 

She spanks herself harder, her body jolting. Joel can hear the bells. He circles the head of his cock with the pad of his thumb, groaning as he makes himself more comfortable on the couch. 

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you’re listenin’,” he inhales slowly, enjoying the way her muscles tense. “I want to see those hearts on your skin. I thought this was supposed to be a show.” 

“Y-Yes, sir.” 

He loves how breathy her voice has gotten. Heat licks the base of his spine, his cock begging for release. 

She raises the paddle, smacking her plump meat much harder than before. Her asscheek ripples and Joel can finally see a faint trace of a shape. But it’s not clear enough to be a decent heart. “Again,” he orders. 

It takes about six to nine times before the heart takes shape on her skin. She’s whimpering, tremors moving up and down her body as she fights the urge to collapse. She loves seeing his mark there, she might’ve placed herself, but it was his doing and he revels in it. 

“Good,” he says, swallowing thickly. “Good fuckin’ girl. Lookin’ so pretty for me.” 

“S-Sir,” she mutters. Joel doesn’t know what to expect until her hand comes between her legs, sliding the thin line of her panties to the side. Her cunt is a sopping mess. Joel leans further towards the screen, his tongue licking the roof of his mouth. “Do you see how wet I am? P-Please, I want to come—Can I, sir?” 

“Fuck, ‘course you can,” his neck feels warm, burning almost. “Turn around, grab one of them pillows behind you.” 

“P-Pillow?” 

She sounds dazed, Joel almost feels bad for her, almost. “Yes sweetheart, pillow,” he coos. “I want you to grind that pretty cunt against it. . . honey.” 

“Shit, say that again.” 

“Honey,” he groans again, his hips thrusting into the air, burying himself deep into his fist. His voice drops further as he begins to chant, “Honey, honey, honey, honey—” 

She visibly clenches at that, her entire body tight with arousal. With shaky hands, she brings the pillow between her thighs, straddling the soft cushion. Her head falls back as she gives it an experimental roll of her hips, Joel’s breath catches in his throat. She looks delectable. Her hands come up to her chest and tugs at the clamps, she jumps, a wanton moan echoing from the back of her throat. 

“You’re so worked up aren’t you?” Joel continues as she grinds herself further down, leaving a wet, darkened patch behind. He’s preaching to the choir. His own arousal drooling over his knuckles. He closes his eyes, allowing his mouth to roam free. “Stuff three fingers in your mouth, want you to choke darlin’.” 

With a whine, she nods and pushes three fingers between her lips. Joel smirks, “It ain’t nearly enough but at least you can get a feelin’ of how much my cock would stretch those pretty lips, honey,” he rasps. She shudders, her hips moving wildly over the pillow. “You love havin’ your mouth full don’t you?” 

“Yesh, sur,” she moans around her own fingers, she move acutely, and with every jerk of her hips, Joel can see her throbbing clit. He’s teetering on the edge of his release, heat pools between his legs, his balls go tight. 

“I’m gonna come, honey,” he groans, his tight shaking. “Come with me, show me how wet your get that pillow.” 

With a hint of mischief in her eyes, she loudly gulps around her fingers, giving Joel a clear few of her cunt before rolling her hips down against the smooth surface. His eyes go wide and before his brain can register the coil snapping, he spills over his hand. Heavy strings of come dripping down his hard throbbing length. He makes a choked sound as he tries to breathe in and out at the same time. Honey pulls out her fingers from her mouth and grins, her hands drop in front of her and she bounces up and down, mimicking the way she would ride him. 

The action manages to squeeze one last rope of come from him, his lungs collapse, his body burning. She comes right after, her thighs squeezing around each side of the pillow before gushing around it. Joel can see the shine as she continues to grind her hips. 

“Show me,” he pants, his next words quickly shifting into a growl. “Show it to me.” 

Licking her lips, Honey pulls the pillow from between her legs and shows it to him. His cock twitches with interest. “Wanna taste you,” he says without thinking. 

“Sadly technology hasn’t improved that much yet,” she answers. “But I’ll tell you this much,” she leans in and flattens her tongue against the soaked fabric. Joel’s jaw tightens, his molars digging together painfully. She moans. “I taste sweet. Like honey.” 

You hate visiting home. 

You hate the heat, the crowd, staying at a home where you’re still treated like a child when you haven’t been one for a long long time. But you didn't really have a choice when your dad hurt his leg, which meant that you had to help around with the tiny bookshop your family owned. It was a miracle that it was still standing, but people did love their old, dusty bookshops. You had to admit, you enjoyed the aura of the place.

Your mom had asked you to bring over two coffees before coming in, she opened up shop early which you were grateful for. Now that you were home, you didn’t have the luxury to do as many private calls as you wanted to. You still streamed late at night, keeping silent, your audience didn’t mind. They thoroughly enjoyed the whispering and the “we can’t be caught” act. You only indulged in one private session, a session that you couldn’t bare letting go of. 

JMiller. 

You thought a lot about what his real name might be. Jacob, Jeff, Jeremy. . . none of them felt right. It was disappointing because you wanted to scream his name when you had your hand between your legs. But since you couldn’t decide on a name, you whimpered a string of sirs over and over again. 

You eagerly counted down the hours until you could finally spend time with him. This was a funny thought on its own because you boasted about how professional you were. You kept things clear, not allowing for any miscommunication or—potentially—feelings. But there was just something about him that got your entire body yearning to hear his southern drawl. Maybe it was the nostalgia of it all. You did grow up in Austin after all. But still. It was odd how excited you got before going online. 

You briefly mentioned you were going back home, you didn’t tell him where, obviously, but you did tell him that there could be scheduling issues. He understood. 

Of course he did, he was perfect. 

Pulling yourself away from your thoughts, you impatiently drum your foot against the clean marble floors. This line is insane. You let out a groan, sending your mother a quick text that it might take you a while. A second later your phone buzzes with a thumbs-up emoji from her. You sigh again as you shove the phone down your back pocket, you hate waiting, it gets you anxious and even though you don’t have a boss that will yell at you, you don’t enjoy being late. 

Then, as if he popped out of the concrete like a weed, a man pushes himself between you and the other person that was waiting in line in front of you. 

Your heart races, your eyebrows knitting together, no way in hell are you going to allow someone to cut in line. 

“Hey,” you call out. The man ignores you and you tap his shoulder, he turns sharply, his eyes glaring daggers. “You can’t cut in line,” you say defensively. “You need to move to the back of the line.” 

“Look lady I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about I was always here.” 

“Ummmm, no you weren’t,” your chest heaves, heat rising to your cheeks. You don’t like confrontation—you’d do it, but you’d hate it. Your legs are already shaking slightly. “I’ve been staring at the pink paint stain on that guy’s shoulder for about half an hour so I know what I’m talking about.” 

He rolls his eyes, an ugly snarl taking shape, “Just leave it. I ain’t gonna budge. I have places to be.” 

“And the rest of us don’t?” you snort, eyebrows raised. He shrugs, makes a face, and turns his back to you once again. It takes you everything not to stomp your foot like an angry bull. 

You’ve had enough. You’re tired of the assholes of the word, you don’t care if you’re not allowed into the coffee shop ever again. Puffing up your chest, you open your mouth wide, ready to give this rude stranger a piece of your unfiltered mind. 

“You know what—” 

“Is that any way to treat a lady, moonshine?”  

You turn towards the source of the voice. It’s a man you’ve never seen before. He’s rugged looking, the salt and pepper in his beard endearing. He has a deep crease between his brows, his brown eyes dark as he stares down at the rude stranger. You take in the sight of his broad shoulders, thick neck—your heart does a little flip. You don’t know why but you’re drawn to the man, he has a nice voice. 

The man, however, isn’t as pleased as you. 

“What’s it to you? She your girlfriend?” 

You’re not but you kinda wish you were. 

“Get in the back of the line, I saw you cut in front of her.” 

The tension in the air is thick enough that you can cut it with a knife. You hold your breath, your lungs starting to burn as electricity crackles between the two men. Finally the asshole caves and sighs, going to the back of the line. You let out the breath you’ve been holding, your shoulders sagging with relief right after. 

“Thank you,” you say, your gaze finding the kind strangers. “I was right about to blow my lid before you stepped in.” 

He doesn’t answer and just continues to stare at you. Worry builds in your spine. Why isn’t he saying anything? His softened gaze flits across your face, taking in every detail before looking away. He pushes his hands down his pockets, looking almost boyish with the way he drops his gaze to the floor. 

“Don’t mention it,” he mutters. 

You raise an eyebrow. His voice still sounds familiar. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you shove the thoughts of familiarity into the back of your head and grace him with a wide smile. He blushes profusely, eyes slightly going wide, he takes a sharp inhale. 

“How about I pay for your coffee. . . or whatever you’re buying?” you ask. 

“You don’t have—” 

“I insist!” you chirp, glad that the line is finally moving. You extend your hand with enthusiasm, which he accepts a bit tentatively. Your smile never wavering, you tell him your name and an emotion akin to guilt washes over his eyes. He releases your hand, lips a tight, frigid line. “Is something wrong?” you ask. “You don’t like the name?” 

“N–No, it ain’t that,” he shifts from one leg to the other. You nearly look down, curious to see how tightly his jeans hug his muscular thighs. “I’m. . . Joel.” 

The world around you falls into a complete silence. Joel. Joel. Something electric and searing shoots up your spine, your lashes fluttering. Your heart starts beating a mile a minute but you’re not sure why. The only thing you do know is that this is a significant moment. An important moment. 

Your rake your brain for answers. 

Why? 

Why is it important? What piece are you missing to complete the puzzle? 

His lips break into a soft smile, he gestures towards the counter with his head. “We’re up.” 

“O-Oh, yeah,” you swallow, barely able to pull your gaze away from him. “Sorry.” 

You tell the kind barista your order and she writes it down on both your cups happily. The two of you move away from the line to wait for your drinks; a black coffee for your mom, a caramel macchiato for you, and an iced quad espresso for Joel. You raise an eyebrow. 

“I have a long day comin’,” he says with a small smile. “And I didn’t do much sleepin’ last night.” 

Your mind immediately flashes you memories of last night. Legs spread wide with two dildos stretching you, JMiller really enjoys it when you test your limits. Your pulse pounding in your skull, you look down. “Don’t I know it.” 

“You had a late night too?” there’s a teasing lilt to his tone. Your stomach churns and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. It looks like he’s about to say something else but the barista calls your name and both of you head towards the counter. He takes his death juice with a grateful smile, his demeanor more relaxed compared to when you introduced yourself.

“Thank you, honey. I appreciate it.” 

Oh shit. 

Shit shit shit shit. 

It is him. 

JMiller—J stands for Joel. 

Fuck. 

“You. . .” you begin, panic raising in your voice. “You’re. . .” 

He nods, “I think we both know why I didn’t sleep much last night,” he extends his hand again. “Huge fan by the way. You’re great and this is awkward as hell.” 

“It is,” you whisper. Still, you take his hand. “It is.” 

“You’ve never had someone come up to you on the street before?” he asks, curious. “I would assume you get recognized a lot.” 

“Not as much as you would think,” a cruel, humorless burst of laughter drops from your lips. “People don’t exactly want their partners to know they’re watching me. But if they’re alone yeah. . . sometimes they’ll say hi.” 

Or they’ll ask inappropriate questions and be weird about it but he doesn’t have to know that. 

Now that he’s mentioned you bumping into others, you’re not sure why it felt like the end of the world before. You feel embarrassed, flustered even, two emotions that a client shouldn’t be making you feel. 

“Well,” he breaks the silence, moving his jaw as he opens the door for you. “Thanks for the coffee.” 

“Technically you bought it.” 

“Right. . .” 

The two of you are out in the street now, staring at each other, contemplating what to say. He scratches the back of his head, then his fingers move to rub at his jaw. Arousal gathers between your thighs, it’s not your fault, now that you know that it’s him, your body acts accordingly. 

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” 

You still for a moment before answering, “Yeah.” 

He turns and leaves, you do the same, only in the opposite direction. 

After learning your name, Joel completely abandoned his rule of you calling him 'sir', making you moan his actual name as frequently as he could. His name stuck to your tongue. It might as well have been tattooed under your bottom lip. He was possessive in the way he asked, in some instances even begging for you to say it—and you fucking loved it. You loved this sick claim he had towards you now that you two had officially met. You loved how much more eager he was to see you make a sticky mess between your thighs. You love how cock dumb he made you feel without actually being there to fuck you himself. 

He even started doing his version of online aftercare. Mostly he would just talk, tell you about every-day things as you came down from your high. Or he would murmur a song. You never asked if he was a musician, he had a nice voice. 

It’s the beginning of the session and you’re getting ready. He says he enjoys watching the preparation you do for him so you decided to start streaming five minutes earlier, allowing him to watch. You really need him today. You had a rough day with an order mix-up, and your mom isn’t the best at dealing with mishaps. He clears his throat, which draws your attention to him. 

“Is something wrong?” you ask. 

“No no, everythin’ is fine, sweetheart. I just. . .” he sighs. “I want to ask somethin’.” 

“Ask away.” 

“Can we—Would you want to—” he groans in frustration and you start grinning. His frustrated pout is adorable. All you want to do is smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb and give him a kiss. 

“Joel Miller,” you tease, not missing the way his breath catches in your throat. “Are you asking me out on a date?” 

Oh god, you hope your intuition is right. If it isn’t this call is about to get really awkward. 

He flushes, eyes dropping as he nods. 

“Is that okay?” 

This is highly unprofessional, “More than okay. I’d love to go on a date with you.” 

His grin is infectious. 

“Good,” he lets out a breath then settles back against the couch. “Now show me those pretty tits, honey.” 

You can’t believe you’re actually in JMiller’s, aka Joel’s, home. 

The date had gone better than you expected. He was kind, charming, and chivalrous which were all qualities you haven’t seen for a while. Ever since you started streaming you hadn’t been on many dates and frankly, after a while, you purposefully avoided them. It just felt like asking for drama that you had no intention of dealing with. But Joel wasn’t like that. He could be blunt, a bit grumpy, yet also kind. He had taken you to one of his favorite pubs. Beers accompanied by the best jalapeno poppers you ever had equated to one of the finest dates you’ve ever had. 

He was a contractor, had a daughter in college, and a younger brother. His mother and father had passed a long time ago and ever since Sarah left, he’d been feeling lonely. He’d admitted shyly that that was the reason why he signed up on Ravish. He wanted company. 

You found it incredibly charming. 

As soon as Joel closes the door behind you two, you fall into each other’s arms. He kisses you with fervor, tongue slipping between your lips as he breathes you in at the same time. You feel him everywhere. Large hands squeezing your hips, waist, breasts—it’s intoxicating. You moan wantonly into his mouth, your lids falling when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like beer and you’re pretty sure you do too. 

Joel pushes you up against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs while you continue to chase his lips with an insatiable need. You can’t bear to be separated from him, not even for a second. He drags his lips down your neck, mouthing at your jugular, sharp teeth nipping the sensitive flesh. Your hips jerk to meet his and with a growl, he pins you back to the wall. 

“Don’t,” he grunts. “I’ve been waitin’ so long for this honey, so fuckin’ long.” 

Your lips curl, a challenge lingering in your eyes, “Show me then, big boy. Show me how bad you want to fuck your slut.” 

“Fuck,” he hisses, gripping your chin harshly and pulling you in for another kiss. Your teeth clink together, he pulls back just as quick, the muscle in his jaw twitches. “Fuck,” he breathes out again. “You have quite the mouth on you, darlin’.” 

You have no recollection of how the two of you clamored upstairs, stripping one another in a lustful haze. The time you realize you’re naked is when you feel the cool air of the room caressing your burning skin, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down between your breasts, fingers eagerly working your nipples as he forces you to walk back until your back of your knees hit the bed and you fall. 

Not wanting to give in so easily, you wrap your fingers around his heavy cock. It juts angrily between his legs, answering your touch by drooling all over your palm, slickening your movements. You jerk him until he’s fully hard, his breathing heavy as he rolls his hips to meet the tightness of your fist. He sinks his teeth into your neck, the pain that blossoms coaxes a moan from you, your own wetness growing between your legs. 

“I knew you’d be fucking big,” you whisper, tongue toying with his earlobe. “So huge—makes me wonder if I can take it. . .” 

“I’ve seen you take bigger,” he groans, hips stuttering. A whimper drops from your lips, you want him, you want to feel him inside, want to feel his come dripping out later. You feel thick fingers spreading your soaked folds, he drags down a middle finger between them, licking himself into your mouth as he draws circles around your aching clit. “So wet for me,” he rasps. “Gonna make a mess in you, honey.” 

You gasp, “P-Please.” 

He lines himself against your entrance, teasing you, stretching you subtly with the bulbous head of his cock. Your head falls back and your back arches into him. He draws a hard nipple between his lips, closing them as he sucks. Heat rushes all over your body, arousal thick on your tongue. You clutch the sheets. He smiles as he pushes in, filling you inch by inch with a lax jaw and a dazed gaze. 

He stops and waits for you to adjust to him. Joel’s forehead drops against yours, dampness growing between the skin. You feel his breath fanning your face, so warm. There’s a hint of pain, the type that makes you flutter around him. He feels it too. The way you tighten against him, your body begging for more. He obliges. Pushing further and further until his hips are flushed against yours. His jaw is clenched tight, his breathing heavy. 

“Fuck you feel so good,” he presses fleeting kisses all over your face. It’s ticklish and if all your senses wasn’t narrowed in between your legs, you would’ve giggled. 

Your body jerks as he pulls back, the pleasure you feel is instant and overwhelming. You’ve missed the feeling of actual flesh inside of you. Joel snaps his hips forward, locking your breath in your throat, with a moment of desperation you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. He fucks you in earnest. Every thrust desperate. Every thrust needy. He seems lost in you, whimpers, groans and grunts trembling in his throat and chest. You spread your legs wider, wanting more of him, wanting your cunt to take the shape of his cock. 

“Harder—” you cry out. “Take it—Take what you want—” 

Your arms fall limp, his body moving up and towering over yours. Joel grips your thighs tight before lifting them, he jackhammers into you, tugging and pulling at you like a brand new fucktoy. He splits you in half. The force of his movements making you scream. You don’t miss the way he grins wildly, dangerously. Something dark and haunting washing over his face. 

Your eyes grow wide, your heart beating in your throat, making it hard to swallow. It happens all at once, you clench around him, arousal pouring between your legs in a way it never had before. The look, the cock, the man behind it all—everything combined pushing your mind into the deep stages of want and need. Your eyes roll back, your hands coming up to pinch your tight, tingling nipples. You sob his name, your voice hoarse as you beg him for more and more and more—

“W-Wait, darlin’ if you squeeze me like that I’ll—!” 

A series of curses drops wildly and unintelligently from his lips. You feel him. The heat of his seed filling you to the brim, his cock throbs and twitches, spurting into you again and again. Your lips break into a satisfied smile. Instinctively, Joel pushes deeper, shoving your combined slick even deeper. 

“Shit,” he says catching his breath. “I-I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I usually last. . . longer than that. I—” 

You shush him and cup his cheek. You’re so pliant right now, floating happily in the air. You let out a sigh before willing your lips to move. Has talking always been this taxing? 

“It’s okay Joel,” you slur your words, smiling lazily. “I take it as a compliment, that felt fucking good.” 

“Yeah?” he sounds so innocent and hopeful that you can’t suppress your giggle. His eyes twinkle under the dimmed light. “Well, I’m glad you felt good, sweetheart but I’m not done yet.” 

Your breath hitches when he pulls out, your brows furrow as a chill settles between your legs. You wanted him to stay inside longer. But you’re pleasantly surprised when he slides down your body, kissing every patch of skin before settling between your legs. 

“Let’s see if you’re as sweet as you’ve been tellin’ me.” 

He kisses your cunt, lips moving in tandem with your wet folds. He drags his tongue up between them, curling it as he takes himself into his mouth, tasting both of you at one. You go limp at the pressure of his tongue, your walls fluttering and squeezing for more. With a groan, he shoves his fingers, the wet sound makes your toes curl into the mattress. It’s like torture, a very pleasurable torture. You gasp when he pulls you flush against his face, the bridge of his nose bumping against your clit as he licks you clean. 

Your build up is spontaneous. You feel it coming, the taste of your orgasm at the tip of your tongue. Joel curls his fingers, sucking your clit between his lips and gently nipping at it. You hips chases his mouth, his mustache chafing the tender skin. Your hands come to each side of his head, threading your trembling fingers through the soft locks, his fingers brush against an especially sensitive spot and you tug at his hair. His throat shakes with a groan. His eyes closing. 

“Do it again,” he mutters. And you do. He starts moaning into your cunt, his hips, despite just spilling inside of you, rutting against the bed. Your nails bite into his scalp and he flicks his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

The tension coiling in you finally snaps, your entire body locking up as you gush into his mouth. He gulps you down loudly, fingers still moving deep inside you. Your throat is dry as ou shout his name, hips stuttering helplessly, he pins you down with both hands, moving his head up and down as the fat strokes of his tongue becomes more wild. 

When he’s finally done feasting, he pulls away with a wet mouth. 

“Wow,” you murmur, curling into him when he lays beside you. “That was. . . wow.” 

“You really had low expectations, huh?” 

“Not low,” you grin. “But not that high either.” 

“Well,” he says, guiding you so you’ll lay on his chest. “I’m glad to prove you wrong.” 

You smile, heart fluttering. 

“Me too.” 

[sleepyjuice]

jj + acts of service ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

-jj who does your routine car maintenance for you, most of the time without you realizing. “jay, i forgot to tell you, my oil light is on.” you’d tell him, hopping into your drivers seat. “i know, baby, already took care of it.”

-jj who gives you a back massage every time you get home from work. waitressing ain’t easy on the body! he is eager to help ease your discomfort in any way he can. more times than not, the massage leads to more, which you both love.

-jj who has your water bottle full of ice and cold water (just how you like it) and advil ready for you to have after a night out. “gotta stay hydrated, pretty girl.” he’d tell you, knowing how bad your hangovers got. he can’t have you suffering all day!

-jj who makes you a Spotify playlist full of some of his favorite songs, your favorites, some cute love songs that he resonates with, plus of course some sexy songs too. sexy bitch - david guetta (ft akon), sex on fire - kings of leon, smack that - akon (ft eminem) and candy shop - 50 cent (ft olivia) just to name a few!

-jj who carries you to bed when you fall asleep on the couch or outside in the hammock, being extra careful to not wake you up. you need your beauty sleep! he will also do this when you’re drunk, stumbling and struggling to keep up with the rest of your friends on the walk back to the chateau after a kegger, hoisting you up on his back, not a single complaint leaving his lips. he loves the way you giggle and rest your sleepy head into his neck as he carries you.

-jj who will blow dry your hair for you while you quickly do your makeup for work, running late and on a serious time crunch. he asked you to show him how to do it randomly one day while you were getting ready and he caught on quickly. he loves that he can help you not be so stressed out before a long day at work.

-jj who removes your makeup for you when you’re drunk and too out of it/ tired to do it. you’d insist that it’s fine and you’ll take it off in the morning, but he knows better. he’ll be as gentle as he can, and even wash your face for you afterwards. he has your skincare routine memorized from the countless times he’s sat in the bathroom with you while you’ve done it, so he’ll do that too. “all oiled up like a glazed donut, baby. just how ya like it.” he’d tell you once he finished, helping you brush your teeth before curling up with you in bed.

-jj who has a blunt rolled and ready for you when you texted him telling him you’re having a bad day. he’ll tell you to come over and he’ll sit you on his lap as you pass the blunt back and forth. you’ll eventually go from venting to giggling to making out and finally into the bedroom where he really makes you feel better.

jj loves that he feels needed when he’s with you. he feels like you give him a purpose. stuff that may seem small to other people are a big deal for him. you are so good to him, all he wants is to be able to return the favor in any way that he can.

[valsdelulucorner]

Belphie head cannons <3

Belphie is a very cuddly person with the right people. With Beel and you, he can easily just lean against you and fall asleep. With Lucifer however, he would rather wake up and be productive then lay against him.

I feel like belphie likes to do things with his hands like knitting and crocheting. Since he got locked in the attic, there wasn't anything interesting in there for him to do so he decided to teach himself knitting. He can now knit without looking so if he feels sleepy or is watching a movie with the others, he might just subconsciously start knitting.

If MC comes down as a singer, Belphie will probably love laying on your lap while you sing to him and play with his hair. He mostly loves listening to sing songs like "rises the moon" or "I don't want to set the world on fire" while he cuddles into your lap. He loves listening to you belt out songs like "my heart will go on" aswell but he prefers the softer songs he can fall asleep to

Will just fall limp against you randomly if he wants you to stay with him, if he wants you to carry him or if he's jealous. Your trying to leave bed to get ready? He's limp on top of you so you either have to stay in bed for the day of have one of his brothers remove him. He sees you talking with some other lowlife demon? Suddenly your holding him up and focusing on him now, not that scum you were talking to. He gets tired walking around and Beel isn't around? He's now nuzzling into your neck while you give him a piggyback ride, his tail wrapped around you both to make sure he doesn't fall off

Now I hate the fact that we just forgave belphie so easily after he literally killed us then tried to kill us again. Imagine MC was actually really weary around belphie for a few weeks/months after the incident and it was just eating belphie up inside seeing how scared we were of him

He kept trying to prove to MC that he got better and he wouldn't hurt them but sometimes it came off as to much and mammon stood in-between you both and took you away. It was only until he caught you in the observatory and decided to have a long conversation with you about everything. You saw how genuine he was in his apology so you guys made up and went on as friends

100% would share you with Beel. Cuddle piles, food runs, movie marathons, classes, he wouldn't mind Beel being there but he does like having one on one time with you without beel there

Your the only one he doesn't mind waking him up. He has and will again cuss out his brothers for waking him up (cough Lucifer cough). He might get annoyed initially but when he realizes its you, he will calm down and reach for you

He butts his head into you often, like how cats show their affection. He does it often while cuddling you, if you both are just laying in bed and talking about anything, he will gently butt his head into your jaw, side or neck and just act like nothing happened

Belphie does love cuddling you, that's pretty obvious but he also loves doing other things with you. He absolutely adores it when you listen to him nerd about the constellations and planets in devildom, gently holding your hand as he points to which one is which. He does love going on walks with you and stopping at shops that have crystals and little trinkets, buying matching things with you

Crystal and zodiac girly, need I say more

If you have scars from when he killed you, it breaks his heart every time he sees them once you guys start dating. While cuddling or even just sitting together, he will gently trace star protection spells over them, making sure they don't hurt or open up again

He finds it funny when your focused on something then he randomly brushes his fluffy tail across your face. Your annoyed and surprised face is just the cutest thing. If you go back to working, he will just curl up on your lap and wrap his tail around you, nuzzling his face into your neck while his tail keeps you close to him, making sure your safe in his embrace

Because he used to be infatuated with humans in his younger years, he likes to admire the way you age or the way you experience things differently to them. Your tastebuds, your hands, your skin, your hair, your eyes, everything is different to him but he loves that about you

He like to trace little spells into your skin when you both are cuddling in bed, he wants to make sure his starlight has the best of dreams while being held by him. After he makes sure all of his protection spells are in place, he will wrap his tail around you and let you spoon him, feeling safe in your arms

"will i see you in my dreams my dear?" "of course, my love"

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This was suggested by @cuddlybelphie, Thank you so much for the suggestion! This was such a fun write

Who should i do next?

[the-lost-eighth]

Sanji x Reader oneshot

word count: 657

warnings: none ^_^

genre: fluff

A/N: I haven't written in forever, but I had to get this out of my head so i apologize if it's written poorly !! i tried my best. also he might be a tad OOC. song is what made me wanna write ⬇️

"I love you."

You were in the kitchen of the ship drinking with Sanji before he dropped this on you randomly. You stared at him with your mouth agape before letting out a soft chuckle, "Alright mate, that's enough drinks for you." as you reach for the bottle in front of him, you feel him firmly grip your wrist. "Y/N, I'm seri-serious." he said, hiccuping in between the word seeious. "I'm in love with you. you're special. You stand out, make me feel different. you're everything to me." Sanji brought his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek, "I want you all to myself. I want to wake up next to you every morning my dear. finding you was worth more than finding the all blue. you radiate the beauty of it already, it's like having the all blue by my side every day. You're–"

"Drunk. you're drunk and you're talking to talk Sanji. you've probably said this exact same shit to Nami or Robin. I'm not falling for your tricks, now let's get you some rest," you snap as you stand up, this time with his wrist in your hand as you head for his room. "Y/N, I'm not–"

"Sober is what you're not. Now c'mon, sleep." didn't seem like you'd hear him out any time soon. See, truth be told, you wanted his words to be true. you wanted the butterflies, and lingering touches, and sneaky glances to be worth it in the end, but you knew that Sanji was like this with every woman he met. nothing about you was special enough to change that. at least, that's how you saw things. he saw it differently though. you were-

"My secret ingredient." "I'm sorry?" you stopped on your path to his bedroom as you whipped your head around to make eye contact with the cook.

"You're my secret ingredient, the one piece of my life that I was missing. You're what completes my dish. I'd do anything to prove my love for you Y/N." You stared at him as he said this, feeling your face heat up. His eyes widened when he saw a tear make it way down your cheek, a small sniffle escaping your nose. "Why? Why me? Why not Robin, or Nami, why me of all people??" you choked out as more tears fell down your face. He quickly brought his hands up, wiping them away before cupping your cheeks, "You're perfect. You're sweet, gorgeous, smart, hilarious, you can cook really well, and I appreciate it deeply when you help me out in the kitchen, you're caring and generous, and insanely selfless. You risked your life to save someone you had just met, even when we all told you not to, you put their safety before your own and i admire that. your voice is soothing, your touch is calming, your laugh is like a drug, you always find some way to cheer me up but most importantly of all, you make me feel seen. you don't see me as a flirt, or just a cook, you see me as Sanji, and I love that about you. I love you, all of you, and I–" you cut him off by crashing your lips into his, bringing your hands to his shoulders as you hastily kiss him. he's caught off guard before transferring his hands from your face to your neck, kissing you back a lot more passionately than your rushed advances. you pull back for air and look at him softly, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "I love you too Sanji. so, so much." all he could do in response was give you a big stupid smile as he laughed and brought you into a tight embrace. the moment was so unreal he could've swore he was dreaming. but he wasn't, this was happening, you loved him back.

He had finally won in life.

The end :3

he's so 😩

[nichoswag]

cuddling with &team

pairing: bf! &team x gn reader

warnings: cuddling, kisses, lots of fluff

song rec: sweet - cigarettes after sex

°•☆ kei

yudai likes holding you to his chest, your face pressed into his neck. he rubs your back and rests his head on the pillow above your head, pressing soft little kisses atop your crown.

"take a nap with me, hmm?"

°•☆ fuma

fuma cuddles you on his lap. you sit in his lap, facing forward as he holds your waist against his front. leans down every once in a while to press warm, gentle kisses against your neck.

"wanna watch tv? you can pick the show, darling."

°•☆ nicho

nicholas makes you to lay directly on top of him. when he wants to cuddle, he'll pull you so you're laying on top of him, head resting where his chest meets his collar. press kisses against his collarbone and he will meow like a cat.

"wah, that tickles! lemme just hold you, baby."

°•☆ euijoo

juju cuddles you in any way he can. one day it'll be him laying on your chest and holding your waist, and then next he'd want you to lay on him. changes cuddling methods based on who needs comfort.

"come closer, angel. you can use my arm as a pillow.

°•☆ yuma

yuma doesn't care how you cuddle, he just needs to be holding you. you could be laying on top of him, next to him, or even spooning but he has his arms wrapped around you at all times. he kisses your whole face to fluster you.

"sweetie, come here! i wanna hold you~"

°•☆ jo

jo lays partially on you. his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as his head lays on your chest. please play with his hair. will fall asleep like that but it's okay because he's your personal blanket.

"let me lay like this, ____. i wanna sleep here."

°•☆ harua

harua mainly cuddles you when you're tired, because he thinks you're the most cute like that. he also worries about you so he'll hug you to his chest until you can fall asleep. once you fall asleep, he'll secretly kiss your cheek.

"go to sleep, honey. you're tired."

°•☆ taki

with taki, it doesn't matter what way you cuddle because you will wake up in the most random positions imaginable. you've gone to sleep the little spoon and woken up to him directly on top of you, sprawled out like a spider. it's okay bcuz you luv him <3

"sorry for hitting you in the face while i was asleep, bubs. i could make up for it in cuddles?"

°•☆ maki

maki hugs you when you cuddle. whether you're facing towards him or away from him, he's clutching you tightly. his favorite way to cuddle is when you're facing him and your arms are wrapped around each other, both hugging. presses kisses to your face randomly.

" 'm tired, babe. wanna cuddle?"

©nichoswag | do not copy my work or repost onto any other platform.

[another-identityofmine]

••••••Crimson and Clover•••••

Summary: Elvis deals with insomnia and it’s hard enough as it is. When he wakes up in the middle of the night randomly, he looks over at you. In all your glory and beaut. When his thoughts linger and wander, his body can’t help but react. Instead of disturbing your beauty sleep, he decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

Author’s note: I was supposed to write out a different thing and post it, “My Sweet Remedy,” but then I got a huge idea for this… don’t ask, what the hell does this gotta do with this song. And the title’s got nothing to do with it…don’t ask, because my answer will be too far intelligent for understanding. No actually because I cannot give you an answer, since my ass doesn’t even know.

Author ain’t go shut up yet: Also, this is my second time writing smut…so cut my ass so slack or better yet, gimme some ass cuz your girl has nothing but a flat board- This is definitely a little different than what I had in mind but enjoy anyway! Oh! And keep in mind, I’m imagining Vegas Elvis in this and this is 2nd-ish point of view!

warnings: masturbation (elvis doing this), dirty thoughts.

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Elvis lets out a soft groan, turning in the silky and red sheets of his king-sized bed and wakes up slowly. His eyes flicker up, squinting into the dark to adjust his vision. He can make out the side of where his baby darlin’, Pillow, lays. He’s called you “Pillow” since the day you both started dating, for two good reasons. The thickness of your body and the swells of every perfect curves you’ve got on that damn body of yours. And 2, because your heart was as soft as a damn feather. Uncalled for reason #3 was also because you were pretty damn ticklish and giggle.

Elvis reaches over with a grunt, stretching out his arm to switch on the light. The light switches on and he lets out a hiss as the sudden brightness shines onto you both. The light’s dim but bright enough to make out of everything. His eyes roam around the room, looking at the tv across from the bed and over to you.

His eyes can’t help but travel from your pretty little head, to your itty widdle feet that journeyed on, walking around to fulfill duties he gives you. But this night particularly, he really can’t help it. Can’t help the way his eyes watch your body, and hear your soft breaths you take every moment. You sleep so peacefully and quiet, but also deep.

Since your back is faced to him:

His eyes watch your long, thick hair splayed against the pillow your cute lil pink cheeks lay on. Your curls shine under the moonlight that peaks through the room’s curtains.

How it would be to hold and grip em while making sweet, sensual love to you.

His mind wanders, and he cant help the small smirk that comes upon his lips. His eye continue to travel lower, seeing your perfect shoulders, and down to your waist. You didn’t have an hourglass figure…or did you? The way you lay on your side, and your waist dips down, bringing your hipbones to stand curvy and mighty.

Oh, your hips.

Your love handles that he’d just love to grab while he ravishes into your sweet pussy.

Fucking hell, your pussy.

He clenched a fist and bites down hard on a knuckle, breathing in a sharp breath to keep a groan in.

Where can he start?

His eyes keep at the delicious swell of your ass. So plump and thick in all its glory. And only his imagination would have to work right now on your beautiful flower thats not far below your belly button.

Elvis can’t help the twitch in his pants. Hell, he didn’t even notice it til he finally got into his head. One of hands balling the sheets into one fist while he chews his knuckle on the other, and he only now realizes that he’s become painfully hard.

He takes his eyes off you to quickly and gruffly untie the strings of his pajama pants. When he lowers them, his eyes quickly dart back over to your ass. Oh, he’d love to just dip his tongue and press against your little pink hole that he sees whenever you arch your back. Only times he sees your second tight hole, was when he’d spank you for being a naughty girl or when he’d take you from behind. Lord, did he wanna bite your ass cheeks right now.

From all his shuffling, you start to wake up slightly. Letting out a hum and shifting onto your other side, now that’s the sight Elvis can stare at for the rest of his life.

Your soft hair that’s showered and lays almost a veil onto your calm and soft facial features. The sight of your perky and tender breasts that smoosh against eachother as you lay, and your legs crossed over the other.

He lets out a soft whimper, grabbing his cock with no hesitation. His length is stiff as stone, a pretty pink is his veiny shaft and his pretty tip that peeks under his foreskin, wags back and forth. When his thumb swipes across his tip, it already has his hips stuttering.

Seeing more than enough for his imagination to wander and work, he turns his gaze to his throbbing cock. His right tan hand bobs up and down on the poor “little” fellow in rhythm with his breathing. Elvis closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to keep his breathing steady.

How it would be to just fuck you senseless. Your tight hole swallowing him deep. Your- oh and then to have your pretty little ass hole hug his long fingers snug and perfectly.

He lets out a soft gasp, speeding up his hand on his cock. Precum dribbles from his pretty cock and he uses that as a lubricant. He bucks his hips into his fist, until his balls slap and bounce slightly to his pinky knuckle and back.

His mind continues to come up with ideas of what he would do to you once you both wake up in the morning. Then, he glances and turns his head back to see your face. Your pretty plush and plump lips, your long dark lashes that tickle and rest against your upper cheeks and again, the hair that smells as rose and strawberry cupcakes.

His fist tightens around his cock and he doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care if he wakes you up. Or even the damn neighbors. Not even if his mama or daddy can hear from next door. His tip off loads and drops more glistening and shiny arousal, and he twitches harshly in his hand.

How it would be to cum on that pretty little face of yours. To have your lips and fluttering, innocent and doe eyes that your long dark lashes shelter be coated with layers of his hot cum.

That does it for him, he lets out a high-pitched moan, taking both fists to squeeze both his shaft and his thumb to press firmly against his wet and sticky, hard tip. And his other hand to cup and squeeze his ballsacks.

He lets out a Yelp from how harsh he’s being to his own body, but his lower belly heaves and gets covered by his thick, warm ropes of white nectar. His hips stutter against the bed and he finally leans back.

He can already hear the stomping of his parents, and the groaning of you about to wake up…

How the hell was he supposed to explain this, anyway? •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Hope you enjoyed! And May I add, I didn’t proofread this shit🫣

Tagging: @msamarican

[sunboki]

NOT proofread. just wanted to indulge<3

comfort when rooming with best friends!changbin and chan include making breakfast together. whether you like it or not, thanks to changbin’s current (and long running) obsession with healthy eating, the dorm is always in a bustle in the mornings, air steaming with the scent of good food and music hummed over the mini alexa.

initially, waking up from his cooking was dreaded, especially on your few days off where you got the chance to sleep in. but after a while, you got used to it. used to being spoiled by yummy food and curly haired cutie—both chris and changbin—in the kitchen, that is.

occasionally, changbin would leave the living room exhausted and flop himself onto your bed, collectively scaring the shit out of you while cuddling up to your side, whining about how hard he worked while you sleepily run your hands through his messy locks, nodding and sympathizing with him as if he was a toddler. he loves every second of it.

in actuality, chris hadn’t joined changbin’s morning cooking till a few weeks ago. usually, he’d hit the gym early and end up coming back when changbin had already finished, but come recently he‘s been waking up around the same time—evident from the adorably squeaky laughter you’ll hear and playful arguments outside your door, bickering about a topic you couldn’t guess or giggling at their phones.

so on the days you get up during their kitchen fiasco, you’re quickly steered by hands on your hips or shoulders while the boys maneuver you around or beckon you to sit on one of the stools to “look pretty and be our encouragement.” chris’ words, not yours.

“yah! it says two cups!” the shorter man shouts despite being not even two feet away from his helper, pointing a finger while his friend measures the protein powder into a bowl.

“i put in two cups! right y/n?” chris raises his hands up, brows lifted innocently. the two turn to you, arms crossed over their chest expectantly.

“i saw two cups, binnie. either way, a little more protein won’t hurt, yeah?” you grin, watching the gears turn in his head from the comment while chris chokes a laugh on the side.

walking around the curve of the counter to stand beside you, changbin meets your eyes with a pout on his lips, deep brown eyes blinking up at you like a kicked puppy.

you run a daycare. you’re quite sure of it. one’s five, the one pouting in front of you is three.

“am i losing my muscles?” he whines, face screwed up in an exaggerated pouty face. you coo mockingly, reaching to pat his cheeks reassuringly while a smile takes over your features.

“nooo, never. ‘m just kidding binnie, you’re positively jacked my love,” you say, witnessing his ego being stroked in real time. chris gags somewhere in the background.

the twenty-three year old three year old lights up, giving you the biggest, most crushing hug ever from your place on the stool, basically bouncing with excitement.

to say his mood was fixed was an understatement. the man utterly sang with delight to every song after that (not like he didn’t before, just more dramatic now), randomly sneaking over to pull you into his arms a good six more times before they finished cooking—faces and clothing stained with ingredients all over.

and occasionally, very, very occasionally, you feel glad you woke up early to experience this, no matter how chaotic it is. even with changbin’s crushing hugs and chris’ tight lipped smile while he holds back the urge to vomit trying the smoothie changbin made for him, you feel glad.

it’s six in the morning, and while lots of people around campus are dead to the world, your dorm has never felt so alive.

[rispwr]

still with you - JK - SPECIAL - CH. 1

pairings : ex!jk x ex!reader, barista/producer!yoongi x reader

genre : fluff, angst

context : after finally leaving all of those memories behind and make new ones, your current partner yoongi still holds a grunge against your ex for everything he put you through. "if karma won't hit him, i will."

will jungkook get what he finally deserves?

word count:6k words

warnings/contents : yelling, ruining a family, cheating, exposing, rape, domestic violence, jungkook here is really mean, adultry

songs : house of balloons, swim, into it, goodluck, babe, so high, bloodline

oc's pov

As the lights dim and the first chords fill the room.

 Then, there he is 

Jungkook, 

stepping up to the mic, ready to sing. He looks so confident, so effortlessly cool, and for a moment, it feels like his eyes find mine in the crowd. My heart skips a beat.

He starts singing, his voice smooth and captivating, wrapping around me like a warm blanket.

 It's like he's singing just for me, and I can't tear my eyes away.

 Every note, 

every lyric pulls me in deeper, and I feel that familiar rush of admiration and... something more.

By the time the performance ends, my hands are sore from clapping, but I can't stop.

 I cheer as loud as I can, grinning ear to ear, feeling like the proudest person in the room. Watching Jungkook on stage, doing what he loves, always fills me with so much joy.

As the crowd begins to thin out, I reluctantly start heading towards the exit, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

 But just as I'm about to leave, I hear someone call me.

"hey!!"

I turn around, my heart leaping into my throat as I see Jungkook weaving through the remaining crowd, heading straight for me. My breath catches in my chest. 

Is he really coming over to me?

"Hey," he says, slightly out of breath as he finally reaches me.

 He's even more gorgeous up close, with that easy smile that makes my knees weak. "Thanks for coming to the show."

"Of course," I manage to say, trying to keep my voice steady. "You were amazing, as always."

He grins, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. 

"I'm glad you think so. I've noticed you at a few of our gigs... You're always right up front."

My face flushes, and I can't help but smile. "Yeah, I guess I'm a bit of a fan."

"More than a bit, I'd say," he teases.

to my surprise, he pulls out his phone and hands it to me. "Here, put your number in. Maybe we can hang out sometime... outside of the gigs."

I stare at the phone, my mind racing. Is this really happening? My hands tremble slightly as I take it from him, quickly typing in my number.

"Done," I say, handing it back to him, trying to act casual even though my heart is doing flips.

"Great," he says, flashing me that smile again. "I'll text you."

As I walk out of the auditorium, my phone clutched in my hand, I can hardly believe what just happened.

Jungkook, the guy I've been crushing on for so long, just asked for my number. 

It feels like a dream, but it's real.

the start

Me and Jungkook are new to this relationship.

 It still feels like a dream sometimes. 

how someone like him could be with someone like me?

He's the school's heartthrob, the lead singer of the band everyone loves, and here I am, just a girl who used to watch him from afar.

But now, he's mine.

Jungkook has been so sweet since we started dating.

 He's always finding little ways to make me smile, like how he'll randomly show up at my locker with my favorite snack or send me a good morning text before I even wake up.

 It's the little things that make my heart flutter.

One day, we're walking through the school courtyard after classes, and he suddenly stops, pulling me to the side.

 He looks at me with that signature smile of his, the one that makes me melt every time.

"What's up?" I ask, feeling a little self-conscious under his intense gaze.

"Nothing, I just... wanted to give you something," he says, reaching into his backpack. My curiosity piques as I wonder what it could be.

He pulls out a single flower, a delicate daisy, and hands it to me. "It's not much, but I saw it and thought of you."

My heart swells as I take the flower from him, feeling the soft petals between my fingers. "Jungkook, this is perfect. Thank you."

He leans in and kisses me, his lips soft and sweet against mine. "You're perfect," he whispers, making my cheeks burn with happiness.

A few nights later, we're walking through the quiet streets of our neighborhood.

 The stars are out, twinkling above us, and the air is cool, carrying the scent of fresh rain. We're holding hands, our fingers intertwined as we walk. It's one of those moments where everything just feels... right.

"You know," Jungkook says, breaking the silence, "I've never felt this way before."

"What way?" I ask, glancing up at him.

"This... happy," he replies, his voice soft.

 "Being with you makes me feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be."

I smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "I feel the same way," I admit, squeezing his hand.

He stops walking, turning to face me. The moonlight casts a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes. "Y/N, I know we haven't been together long, but... I want you to know that I'm serious about us. I really care about you."

"I care about you too, Jungkook," I say, my heart racing.

He steps closer, wrapping his arms around me. "I promise I'll always be good to you," 

he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. "One day, I'll marry you. I'll make sure you're the happiest girl in the world."

I look up at him, my eyes stinging with tears of happiness. "I believe you," I say, meaning every word. "I believe you, Jungkook."

He kisses me then, deep and slow, like he's sealing that promise with every press of his lips against mine. And in that moment, I know that whatever happens, we'll always have this. 

our love, our promises, and our future together.

2 years into our relationship

It's the second year of our relationship, and things have changed. 

mostly for Jungkook. He's been hanging out with a new group of friends, Eun-Cheol and Jun-Ho, and I can see how they've been influencing him. They're different from the friends he used to have, more focused on making money and having fun rather than following their passions.

One afternoon, I overhear a conversation between them while waiting for Jungkook outside the rehearsal room.

"Jungkook, man, you've got to be real," Eun-Cheol says, leaning back against the wall with a cigarette in hand. "This band thing... it's not going to get you anywhere."

"Yeah," Jun-Ho chimes in. 

"You're wasting your time. You're talented, but not everyone can make it as a band singer. It's time to think about your future, man."

I can see Jungkook's face from where I'm standing, and there's a look of hesitation in his eyes. He loves singing more than anything, but he's also been under a lot of pressure lately.

"I don't know, guys," Jungkook finally says, running a hand through his hair. "Singing is what I love to do. The band... it's a part of me."

"But is it really worth it?" Eun-Cheol presses. "What are the chances you'll actually make it big? You could be using your time for something more practical, something that'll actually pay off."

Jungkook doesn't respond right away, and my heart aches watching him struggle. 

I know how much this means to him, and I want to burst into the room and tell him not to listen to them.

 But I also know he has to make this decision on his own.

"I just... I need to think about it," he says, his voice lacking its usual confidence.

Later that evening, Jungkook shows up at my place, just like he always does.

 He's got a small bouquet of daisies in his hand, and his smile is as warm as ever when I open the door.

"Hey, beautiful," he says, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek as he hands me the flowers.

 "I got these for you."

I smile, taking the flowers and feeling the familiar warmth in my chest. Despite everything going on, he's still the Jungkook I fell in love with. sweet, caring, and always thinking of me.

"They're beautiful, thank you," I say, stepping aside to let him in. 

We move to the couch, and he pulls me close, wrapping his arm around me as we settle in.

"How was your day?" I ask, resting my head on his shoulder.

"It was okay," he replies, but there's a heaviness in his voice that I can't ignore. "Just a lot on my mind."

I don't push him for details, knowing he'll talk when he's ready. Instead, I focus on the way he's holding me, the way he's looking at me like I'm the only thing keeping him grounded.

"You mean everything to me, Y/N," he suddenly says, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "No matter what happens, I want you to know that."

"You mean everything to me too, Jungkook," I reply, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I'm here for you, always."

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, and for a moment, it feels like nothing has changed.

 But deep down, I know that things are different now. He's changing, and I'm not sure what that means for us.

For now, though, I hold onto this moment. this quiet, tender moment where it's just me and him, and nothing else matters.

5 years into our relationship.

As the years went by, the Jungkook I once knew seemed to slip away.

 The sweet, thoughtful boy who used to bring me flowers and whisper love words was becoming a distant memory...

 We were five years into our relationship now, and things were different. He was different.

I had finally decided I was ready to take that next step with Jungkook, to lose my virginity to him. 

It was a big decision for me, one I had thought about for a long time. I trusted him, or at least I wanted to believe I did, despite the changes in him over the years.

The night came, and we were in house, alone. 

The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken tension, a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

 But as things progressed, something felt... off. Jungkook wasn't gentle like I had imagined he would be.

 Instead, he was rough, almost like he was in a hurry, like he needed to get something out of his system.

I tried to tell myself it was just nerves, that maybe he was just as nervous as I was.

 But as it went on, the discomfort turned into pain. The pain became unbearable, but I bit my lip, trying not to let him see how much it hurt.

 I kept telling myself it would get better, that it was just because it was my first time. But it didn't get better.

Jungkook seemed completely unaware of my discomfort, completely lost in his own pleasure. He was rough, and every movement felt like it was tearing me apart.

 The feeling wasn't what I had imagined at all. it wasn't sweet or loving, it was raw and painful, and I felt more alone than ever.

When it was over, he didn't seem to notice how I was feeling. He didn't ask if I was okay or if it had been what I expected. He just lay there, satisfied, while I curled up beside him, feeling broken and used.

In that moment, something inside me shifted. 

I realized that the Jungkook I had loved for so long was gone. The boy who used to make me feel special, who used to treat me with so much care, was no longer there. In his place was someone who seemed to care more about his own needs than mine.

A few months had passed since that painful night, and the more time went on, the clearer it became that things were far from okay. 

Jungkook had changed so much, and I felt like a stranger in my own relationship. It was hard to ignore the growing distance between us and the way he seemed to treat me more like a possession than a partner.

One evening, I finally gathered the courage to confront him. We were at his apartment, and the weight of my emotions had been building up for weeks. I needed answers, needed to understand why everything had turned so wrong.

"Jungkook, we need to talk," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I took a seat on the edge of the couch.

He looked up from where he was lounging on the sofa, his expression guarded. "What's up?"

"It's about us. About what happened a few months ago," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It wasn't what I expected. It was painful, and you didn't seem to care about how I was feeling."

His eyes narrowed, and he sat up, clearly annoyed. "Seriously? You're bringing this up now? That was months ago. What do you want from me?"

"I want to understand why it was like that. Why you weren't gentle, why it hurt so much," I pressed, trying to make him see my side. "And why you haven't changed since then."

Jungkook's face turned red with anger, and he stood up abruptly. "Oh, so now I'm the bad guy? Maybe you're the one with the problem. Maybe you've been sleeping around with other guys who are better than me!"

The accusation hit me like a slap, and I felt a surge of hurt and frustration. "That's not fair, Jungkook. I haven't been with anyone else. This is about how you've treated me and how you've changed."

He threw his hands up in exasperation, pacing around the room. "You think you're so perfect? Maybe if you were more understanding, things would be different. But no, you just want to blame me for everything!"

I stared at him, my heart sinking as I realized he wasn't going to see things from my perspective. He was too wrapped up in his own anger and defensiveness to hear what I was saying.

"I don't want to fight," I said quietly, standing up. "I'm just trying to make sense of everything. But if you're not willing to listen or change, then I don't know what else to say."

Without waiting for his response, I turned and walked towards the door. I didn't look back as I left, feeling a deep sadness and resignation settle over me.

 I had hoped for some kind of resolution, some acknowledgment of the pain and confusion I was feeling. But instead, all I got was more anger and blame.

As I stepped out into the night, I felt a sense of finality. Maybe this was just how things were now. 

maybe there was no fixing what had been broken. All I knew was that I couldn't stay in a relationship where I was constantly made to feel like the problem.

after a few months

For months, I had been trying to communicate with Jungkook about how important it was for me to have a more affectionate and less intense experience.

 I wanted us to connect in a way that made us both feel valued and loved, without the roughness and the kinks that had been part of our past.

One evening, as we lay in bed together, I took a deep breath and decided it was time to have another conversation.

The atmosphere was soft, with only the gentle hum of the city outside our window.

"Jungkook," I began, turning to face him. "I've been thinking a lot about us, and I really want to try something different. I want to make love in a way that feels right for both of us, not just you."

He looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation. "What do you mean?"

"I want us to connect in a way that's gentle and loving," I explained. "No more roughness, no degrading words, no slapping or kinks that make me uncomfortable. I want us to be close, to truly experience intimacy together."

There was a pause, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. Jungkook had always been resistant to change, especially when it came to something as personal as our intimate life.

 But there was a vulnerability in his eyes that made me believe he was considering what I was saying.

 "I don't want to lose you."

"you wont." I said, reaching out to touch his face gently. "I want us to be happy together, and this is a big part of that. I need it to be this way for me to feel truly connected with you."

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to nod. "Okay. We'll do it your way."

With a sense of relief and hope, we moved closer to each other.

 I guided him through the process, taking the lead and focusing on making the experience as intimate and pleasurable as possible for both of us.

 I took my time, making sure that we both felt connected and cherished.

As I rode him, I could feel the pleasure building, but it was different from before.

 It was a shared experience, where we both gave and received, and it felt like we were finally in sync. There were no harsh words or rough actions. 

just the gentle rhythm of our bodies and the warmth of our connection.

Afterward, as we lay together, wrapped in each other's arms.

Jungkook nodded, pulling me closer. "i love you y/n. I don't want to lose you."

In that moment, I felt a renewed sense of hope. Maybe we could find a way to make our relationship work, to grow closer and heal the wounds of the past. It wouldn't be easy, and there would be challenges ahead, but for now, I was grateful for the progress we had made.

10 years into our relationship

It had been ten years since Jungkook and I started dating, and the once-loving relationship we had was now overshadowed by his increasingly rough and violent behavior.

 We had moved in together a few years back, and I thought that living together might bring us closer. Instead, it seemed to bring out the worst in him.

One evening, I returned home from a night out with friends. 

I had spent the evening catching up with them and enjoying their company, which included a few guys Jungkook wasn't particularly fond of.

 When I walked through the door, I could tell immediately that something was wrong. Jungkook was pacing in the living room, his jaw clenched.

"You're home late," he snapped, his voice laced with anger.

"I told you I'd be out with friends tonight," I replied, trying to stay calm. "It was just a casual get-together."

He glared at me, his eyes dark with jealousy. "Casual? You were out with guys I don't even like, hanging all over them. How do you expect me to feel?"

"I was just hanging out," I said, feeling the anger rise in my chest. "I'm allowed to have friends, and you know they're just friends."

Jungkook's face twisted with rage. "Friends? Don't give me that crap! You think you can just do whatever you want while I sit here and deal with it? You have no respect for me!"

Before I could react, he grabbed my arm, yanking me closer. 

His grip was harsh, and I winced in pain. "You think you're so perfect, don't you? Always out with your friends, flaunting yourself in front of other guys. You're nothing but a whore!"

The words cut deep, and before I could respond, he slapped me across the face.

 The force of the blow left me stunned, and I stumbled backward, trying to regain my balance. Tears stung my eyes as I looked up at him, shocked and hurt.

I tried to defend myself, but the words caught in my throat as he pushed me further into the corner. The verbal assault and physical violence left me feeling helpless and broken.

Later that night, after Jungkook had stormed off to the kitchen, I could hear the clinking of bottles. 

I followed him in, finding him slumped over the counter with a half-empty bottle of whiskey. 

His anger had turned to self-pity, and the alcohol seemed to be his way of coping.

"Seriously, Jungkook?" I said, my voice strained. "You're drinking again? After everything that just happened?"

He looked up at me, his expression a mix of resentment and frustration. "Why is it that you can go out and have fun, but I'm stuck here, dealing with this crap? You think you're so much better than me?"

"I work hard every day!" I shot back, my voice trembling with emotion. "I don't have time to go out and party like you think I do. I'm busy with work, and this is the only time i got the hang out with friends from dealing with your crap everyday!"

He slammed his bottle down on the counter, causing it to splutter. "Yeah, and what about me? I'm supposed to just sit here and be your doormat while you live your life? It's not fair!"

"You don't get it," I said, feeling the weight of his anger and jealousy crushing me. "I don't go out because I want to avoid you. I go out because I need to maintain some normalcy. I'm trying to keep this relationship together, even if it feels like you're doing everything you can to tear it apart."

Jungkook's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt, but he didn't respond. Instead, he took another swig from the bottle, his movements clumsy and unsteady. 

I watched him, feeling a deep sense of sadness and frustration.

It was clear that the love we once had was fading, replaced by a cycle of jealousy, anger, and emotional abuse. 

And as much as I wanted to believe things would get better, the harsh reality was that our relationship was unraveling, and I didn't know how to fix it or if I even could

13 years in our relationship

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, my back pressed against the sink as the realization of my situation sank in. 

The pregnancy test I had just taken lay discarded on the counter, its two pink lines glaring up at me. 

Tears streamed down my face as I tried to grasp the reality of what was happening. 

I wasn't ready to be a mother. My life was a mess, and the last thing I needed was the added responsibility of a baby.

My phone buzzed on the floor beside me. I ignored it, feeling overwhelmed by the wave of emotions crashing over me. 

I heard the front door slam open, and Jungkook's footsteps echoed through the apartment. 

He must have been coming home from work, where he had been spending more and more time.

Jungkook's voice carried into the bathroom, laced with a forced cheerfulness. "Hey, babe, I'm home!"

I didn't respond. Instead, I buried my face in my hands, sobbing uncontrollably. I heard him enter the bathroom, and a moment later, he was kneeling beside me, his hands gently touching my shoulders.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice suddenly softening as he noticed my tears. There was an edge of concern in his tone, but I could still sense the underlying pretense.

I couldn't look at him. "I'm... I'm pregnant," I managed to choke out between sobs.

The room fell silent for a moment, and then I felt Jungkook's arms wrapping around me, pulling me close.

 He was warm and comforting, but it did little to soothe the panic rising in my chest. His breath was slightly tinged with alcohol, and I could tell he had been with someone else.

"We have to keep the baby," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We can't just get rid of it. It's our child."

I pulled away from him slightly, shaking my head. "Jungkook, I'm not ready for this. Neither of us are. Look at our lives—look at how stressed and unhappy we are. We barely have time for ourselves, let alone a baby. This isn't the right time."

He looked at me with a mix of determination and desperation. "We'll make it work. We have to. I know things are tough right now, but this is our chance to build something new, something better. I want this baby."

I tried to reason with him, but the more I spoke, the more he seemed convinced that keeping the baby was the right thing to do. "Jungkook, I can't. I'm overwhelmed with work and our relationship is falling apart. I don't think I can handle this right now."

He cupped my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. "I know it's hard, but we can't just give up on this. We'll figure it out together. I want us to be a family, and I want to do this with you. I need you to trust me on this."

The tears continued to fall as I looked into his eyes. I wanted to believe that things could be different, but I couldn't ignore the doubts gnawing at me.

 Jungkook's resolve seemed unshakable, though, and his insistence made me feel powerless to change his mind.

"Please, Y/N," he said softly, his voice cracking slightly. "Let's try to make this work. We owe it to ourselves and to our baby."

As much as I wanted to resist, the look in his eyes and his plea left me feeling like I had no choice. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Okay," I whispered, the words tasting like defeat. "We'll keep the baby."

Jungkook embraced me tightly, his relief palpable. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and determination. "We'll get through this together. I promise."

In that moment, I felt a wave of uncertainty and fear, but I also felt a glimmer of hope.

 Jungkook's promise was both a comfort and a burden. As we held each other in the dimly lit bathroom.

The pregnancy was visibly taking its toll on me. 

My belly had grown, a constant reminder of the life I was carrying.

 Yet, the excitement I should have felt was overshadowed by Jungkook's increasing distance and the strain it put on my already fragile emotional state.

Jungkook had started staying out later and later, claiming he was busy with band rehearsals. 

He had rejoined a band shortly after we found out about the pregnancy, or so he said. The truth was, I knew he was lying.

 The nights he spent out were filled with secrecy and late-night calls that I overheard, suggesting he was with someone else.

One evening, I was sitting alone in our dimly lit living room, nursing a cup of tea.

 The stress of Jungkook's erratic behavior and the constant pressure from work was overwhelming. I was exhausted, emotionally drained, and my once-joyful anticipation for the baby was replaced with anxiety.

Jungkook stumbled through the door, his face flushed and his clothes rumpled. 

He had that familiar, uneasy look in his eyes, the same one he wore whenever he was caught in a lie. I tried to mask my concern, but it was impossible to ignore the tension between us.

"Where have you been?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He threw his keys onto the counter, avoiding eye contact. "I told you, band rehearsal. We had to work on a new track."

 I felt my eyes welling up with tears, my heart heavy with the burden of his deceit and my own growing stress.

As the days went by, Jungkook's behavior only grew worse.

 He was increasingly irritable and prone to outbursts. His anger seemed to be directed at me for the smallest things. leaving dishes in the sink, not having dinner ready on time, or not being cheerful enough. His complaints were relentless, and his lack of support was crushing.

One particularly rough night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep due to the stress and anxiety gnawing at me. I could hear Jungkook's muffled voice through the walls, his angry shouts at someone on the phone. I tried to block out the noise, but it only added to my distress.

The following morning, I woke up feeling weak and dizzy. The bleeding was subtle at first, but it soon became impossible to ignore. I rushed to the bathroom, my heart pounding with fear. I knew something was terribly wrong.

When Jungkook came home later that day, I was in the middle of a miscarriage. I was curled up on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down my face as I clutched my belly, feeling the loss of the baby. He barged in, his face a mixture of anger and shock as he saw the state I was in.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded, his voice laced with fury. "Why didn't you tell me you were bleeding?"

"I didn't know," I sobbed, feeling a deep sense of guilt and pain. "I've been under so much stress, and I didn't know this would happen."

Jungkook's anger flared. "It's your fault! You're always so stressed out and making excuses. You're ruining everything!"

His words cut through me like a knife.

 I tried to explain, to make him understand that the stress of his behavior and the lack of support had taken its toll on me, 

but he wasn't listening.

 His rage was consuming him, and he started blaming me for the miscarriage, accusing me of not taking care of myself properly and failing as a partner.

He grabbed me roughly, his hands gripping my arms as he shouted at me, his face contorted with rage.

 "You had one job—to take care of yourself and our baby. And now look what you've done! You've killed our baby, and it's all your fault!"

The violence in his words matched the force of his actions. 

The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torment of being blamed for something I couldn't control.

 I cried out, trying to push him away, but his anger only seemed to fuel his need to hurt me further.

14 years of relationship with him

I thought the worst was behind us after the miscarriage.

 We were both shattered, but somehow, I believed we could heal together.

 I threw myself into work, hoping to escape the grief that hung over our home like a dark cloud.

 Jungkook, on the other hand, became even more distant, his temper shorter, his absences longer. 

But I was too exhausted to fight anymore, too drained to question his excuses. I just wanted things to go back to how they used to be.

One evening, Jungkook was out late again, supposedly at another

 "band rehearsal."

 I sat alone in our dim apartment, the glow from the television flickering across the room.

 I had given up on waiting up for him, resigned to the loneliness that had become a constant in our relationship. But something gnawed at me, a sense of unease that I couldn't shake. Maybe it was the way he had avoided my eyes earlier, or how quickly he had snatched his phone away when I walked into the room.

I tried to push the thoughts away, but curiosity and suspicion got the better of me. 

My hands trembled as I reached for his phone, which he had carelessly left on the coffee table. The screen lit up, and I quickly navigated to his messages. What I found made my blood run cold.

There were texts. 

hundreds of them. 

Flirty, explicit messages exchanged between Jungkook and several different women. 

My heart pounded in my chest as I scrolled through the evidence of his infidelity. Pictures of them together, his arms wrapped around other women in intimate settings, flooded my vision. My hands shook so violently that I almost dropped the phone. But then, I saw the videos.

 I couldn't bring myself to open them, but the thumbnails were enough. The sight of Jungkook with another woman, their bodies entwined, was burned into my memory.

I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn't breathe, my chest tightening with each passing second as the reality of his betrayal set in. I had sacrificed so much for him, endured so much pain, and this was how he repaid me? With lies and deceit?

When Jungkook finally came home, reeking of alcohol, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone clutched in my hand. He stumbled into the room, his eyes widening when he saw me holding it.

"What the hell are you doing with my phone?" he slurred, trying to snatch it from me.

I pulled it back, my voice trembling with rage and hurt. "How long, Jungkook? How long have you been cheating on me?"

His expression darkened as he realized what I had seen. 

But instead of apologizing or showing any remorse, he sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "So you finally found out, huh? What does it matter? You've been so wrapped up in your work and your damn miscarriage that you didn't even notice."

His words cut deep, reopening the wounds that had barely begun to heal. I could feel the anger boiling inside me, but all I could do was shake my head, tears streaming down my face. "How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through?"

Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Don't play the victim, Y/N. You've been so focused on your career, on making a name for yourself, that you forgot about me. You forgot about us. And don't even get me started on the miscarriage. Maybe if you weren't so stressed all the time, our baby would still be here."

I gasped, the shock of his words stealing my breath away. 

How could he blame me for something so heartbreaking?

 I had done everything I could to keep our relationship together, to keep us both afloat, and this was how he saw it?

 As my failure?

I stood up, my legs unsteady beneath me. "You're unbelievable, Jungkook. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep pretending that we're okay when all you've done is lie and cheat. We're done. I'm done."

His eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them. "You're breaking up with me? Good luck with that. You don't even have a place to go. You've been so busy with work that you haven't even thought about finding your own place. And by the way, who do you think has been paying the rent?"

"me." i respond to him. "i have been working my ass off everyday and everynight trying to keep up with you and your stupid 'band rehearsal' shit!" my voice trembled "you're out the house always! while me at home and work, working for us and for our fucking future jungkook. the audacity of you to accuse me all these years. FUCK IT." i spat out. 

i finally let every word i've been keeping to myself out.

Jungkook stared at me, his expression a mix of shock and anger. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't give him the chance. I turned on my heel and walked out of the bedroom, grabbing my coat and bag on the way out. I didn’t have a plan, didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I couldn’t stay there a moment longer.

finally done with him

After three months of living on my own without Jungkook, I finally started to feel like myself again. 

Yoongi had been a comforting presence, always knowing how to make me smile, even when I didn’t feel like it.

This morning, as part of my new routine, I got up to check the mail.

 Yoongi was in the kitchen, humming softly as he made us coffee. The morning felt peaceful, almost normal...until I opened the mailbox.

A white envelope stood out among the usual bills and flyers. My heart sank when I saw the names written in elegant script:

Jungkook & Ae-ri.

 My hands trembled as I opened it, revealing a wedding invitation. My ex, Jungkook, was getting married,

 and he had the audacity to send me an invitation.

I walked back inside, the invitation feeling heavier with each step. Yoongi looked up, his smile fading as he saw my expression.

“What is it?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

I handed him the invitation without a word. He took one look at it, and I saw the frustration build in his eyes. “The audacity of this man to send this to you,” he muttered, his tone thick with disbelief.

I could feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me...anger, hurt, maybe even a little relief.

 I was done with Jungkook, but the sting of his actions, even now, was hard to ignore. Yoongi reached out, pulling me into a comforting embrace.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” he whispered into my hair. “I’m here, and I’ll always be here.”

As I rested my head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat reminded me that I had someone who truly cared about me. 

Jungkook might have tried to drag me back into his life with this invitation, but I was done with that chapter. I was moving forward, and with Yoongi by my side, I knew I’d be okay.

[notes-of-nari]

Stray Kids as the Friendly Ghost

I.N •You were intrigued for many years about the mysterious boy who lives in your twin house. You have seen him randomly either in your shared garden or at the doorstep of his side of the house. Even though you had always wanted to strike up a conversation with him you always decided to do it later because you were afraid that you might embarrass yourself by going there and stuttering (cause you knew pretty well that you were most probably having a crush on him)

•Speaking about crush, it all comes crashing down when you tell a friend of yours about him and she goes on to reveal that the other side of your twin house is actually empty?? You don't believe it until a little call to the person who sold you the side of your house reveals that the other side is indeed empty.

•however when you walk back home you find him sitting on the swing in your shared garden his eyes closed as he silently seems to sing along to a song that plays from his headphones.

•You trip on a stone and nearly fall. He opens an eye and looks at you and notices you look at him. His eyes widen in surprise as his palm flies towards his mouth. he then runs towards his side of the house.

•Your mind is completely in turmoil as you wonder who this mysterious person is. After a sleepless night, you decide to find out the truth for yourself. So you march up to his side of the house and loudly knock on the door. You earn a few suspicious glances from your neighbours but no one answers the door. •You wonder if studying too much has made you go crazy and see things. But this guy was your crush! Is his presence also like your non existent love life?

•However your efforts are fruitful. One day as you stand at his doorstep ready to knock on his door,he opens the door right at that moment. "oh hii" you greet him and his eyes widen again before he shuts the door right in your face. "rude.." you mutter before he opens the door again and looks at you in disbelief. "you can see me?" he asks. "yeah" you shrug. "no wayyy...no.." •you notice a few tears falling down his eyes as he suddenly hugs you. He seems to be shaking as he sobs. You are frozen unable to understand what's happening but you pat his back hoping he would calm down. • "No freaking wayyyy" It is now your time to express your disbelief as he reveals that he is a ghost? He introduces himself as Jeongin. • You are soon able to accept that he is indeed a ghost. (rip your non existent love life/and crush) • Even though you both were awkward at first after some time you both become good friends. However a few days later you wake up to find seven ghosts glaring at you. "If you hurt him we will kill you" One of them threatens while holding a knife at your direction. "No minho is just joking. we won't kill you but please take care of Jeongin yeah?.." the ghost with an Australian accent says before he pulls his friend away and the seven of them disappear.

•"Jeongin the ghost" as you now fondly call him ,drags you on his random late night walks as he explores various parts of your little town. •Judges your fashion taste like Anton ego judges food. What kind of garbage are you wearing in this household? This is uhh a hoodie.. skirt and trousers.". Shakes his head in disappointment while mumbling something that sounds like "looks like a Disney series came to life"

•you wake up one day with a whole fashion critic report on your bedside table. you only have three black hoodies,two jeans,one skirt,and 2 black tee shirts? Let's go shopping bitch.

•Every messy person like you who has a gold fish memory deserves a friend like him. "Did you see my note book?" "You left it on the chair" "Did I visit the doctor last month" "yes you did..you even brought a guide to crocheting on the way back here" " oh shit I forgot that I brought such a book" "jeongin did you take my chocolate chip tart?" "You ate it last Sunday remember?" •Helps you pack your clothes for your three day college trip.But he literally overpacks amidst your protests. "come on jeongin it's just a three day educational trip. I don't need 5 t shirts" He is not pleased about the fact that you removed all the extra clothes he had packed for you. So later that night when you are asleep he adds all those clothes back into your suitcase. Fast forward- 1st day of the trip night, you open your suitcase to find a whole ton of clothes. "YANG JEONGIN!!!!!" ------The ghost who is chilling back at home suddenly sneezes. "I guess she is thanking me for adding the extra clothes" He smiles and shrugs. •If you need someone's true and honest opinion on anything he is the number one choice. No sugar coating just the honest hard truth. •When you ask him if he can help you with your college assignments, "do i look like someone who survived past the 1st year of college?" he deadpans before disappearing. • He gifts you with a pair of shoes and a cake on your birthday. You are so happy and grateful so you try to hug him. But he runs away out of your reach. "come on dude let me hug you once.." "no" he runs around the house ( he doesn't disappear like usual though?) "you hugged me first" you remind him of the day he hugged you after he realized that you could see him. "that was a one time thing" he shouts as he leaps away from your reach. BangChan / Lee Know/Changbin/Hyunjin/Han/Felix/Seungmin

[alaskasmemory]

🍵Things that my dear Kento will do👔

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I really feel like he like birds, like parrots, the tiny and colorful ones, he also like to feed animals in his way back home or to work

Have his own recipe for bread and it’s delicious, but sometimes he will buy one because lack of time guys, our man is exhausted after a day of work

After he survived, he made a routine to do his skincare every morning and night by applying homemade aloevera cream on his burned body, he teached you how to do it too

Likes to read whispering, but also if you tell him to read for you he will drag his voice * weak ON MY knees * and do it immediately

His coffee is always delicious but after you tried it your head began to hurt, strong coffee for a strong man

He likes to sketch, I feel like he’ll be good at it, like imagine finding him at 3 am , when everyone is sleeping, on his chair sketching on a notebook with his legs crossed and a cup of tea (he likes to draw birds btw)

Mini gardening day on Sunday on his balcony

Feel like he will be a good neighbor, helping people here and there

He was insecure the second he realized he lost his left side by burning, he will try to hide it under a patch or a mask, but you’ll try to tell him that he’s as beautiful as always and you didn’t fell for his look but for his charming personality, I mean the first few times that you dated he always had a flower with him or even chocolate too, don’t talk about how he dragged your hand in his pocket with his or when he told you about the poetry books that he read and start reciting enchanting poems from them only for your ears , and even when he was exhausted from work he tried to bring smile on your lips and butterflies in your tummy

Very light sleeper and he will randomly wake up in the middle of the night, open his light and check on you

He wear long coats, like ughh(perfect) and on winter he will take you to long walks along the park at night when it’s snowing, he likes when your nose and your cheeks get red

A good kisser, they will be long and soft, he make sure to apply some lip balm on his lips at night so he will have them smooth

Have cold hands and his knuckles get red almost always, but he doesn’t usually wear gloves

His favorite place to kiss you after your lips is that high part of your cheek under your eye

He have some thick arms yk;)

There are times at night before you get to sleep, when he will get on top of you and start kissing your neck and ear and chest and recite you some of his favorite poems in your ear(goosebumps)

And I feel like Viva la Vida will be his song :)

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[wannabe-cartoonist-blog]

A kagakuro playlist but every song is a taylor swift song

this is the only thing i had enough brain power to make creatively right now rip. i've always associated a lot of t swift songs with knb (very obvious if you've seen my amvs/edits before) but randomly i decided to finally organize my thoughts a tiny bit while also challenging myself to pick only 1 song from each album. See the read more for a deeper dive.

Taylor Swift (Debut) - I'm Only Me When I'm With You

I'm only up when you're not down Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground It's like no matter what I do Well, you drive me crazy half the time The other half I'm only trying To let you know that what I feel is true And I'm only me when I'm with you

This was an album where it was a bit of a struggle to find a fitting one, but ooh i think i landed on the most suiting one, if i do say so myself.

Fearless - Jump Then Fall

I like the way you sound in the morning We're on the phone and without a warning I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard I like the way I can't keep my focus I watch you talk you didn't notice I hear the words but all I can think is We should be together

Kuroko being so smitten/obsessed with Kagami just makes me feel things, okay? If you want an angsty/pining option, I think Untouchable also suites "Kuroko pining over Kagami" vibes.

Speak Now - Last Kiss

And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day And something reminds you you wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in the weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

Unfortunately, I had to go with an angsty one here, as my heart was simply pulled in that direction too strongly to ignore. I've been on the "Last Kiss is kagakuro airport goodbye coded" train for a while now. It just gives kuroko living his nightmare as kagami "leaves him behind" like all the others in his life have, but he's happy for him. Especially the "I'll watch your life in pictures" line, Kuroko would 1000% keep up with Kagami's professional career like a man obsessed even though being apart breaks his heart all over again. I think Ours or Electric Touch or I Can See You could also fit them, if that heals your heart any. I Can See You would probably be my second, most fitting pick.

Red - Begin Again

And you throw your head back laughin' like a little kid I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spendin' the last eight months Thinkin' all love ever does is break and burn and end But on a Wеdnesday in a café, I watched it begin again

I do think aomine found kuroko funny but the theme of Kuroko comparing Kagami to his past relationships (especially aomine in particular) is a favorite angsty trope of mine. I like the thought that Kuroko finds Kagami so effortlessly charming in his earnestness, which surprises/flatters Kagami (and others) because he thinks of himself as awkward/crass. He doesn't realize how effortlessly kind he can be, another favorite trope of mine. also just change "in a cafe" to "in a majiburger" and boom. canon.

1989 - You Are In Love

Morning, his place, burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt, he keeps his word And for once, you lеt go of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much, but it said enough You kiss on sidewalks, you fight, then you talk One night, he wakes, strange look on his face Pauses, then says, "You're my best friend" And you knew what it was, he is in love

I don't have much to say on this one other than it's one of my favorite t swift songs and oh boy the line about spending time at his place, borrowing his clothes, letting go of your fears and ghosts, and "you're my best friend"? oh lord. this is it. it's my favorite (idealized) depiction of their love story. i really want to write domesticated fluff with them and if i ever do, expect heavy influence from this song lol.

Reputation - King of My Heart

And all at once, you are the one I have been waitin' for King of my heart, body and soul, woah And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, woah

Confession time, I don't love this album so it was hard to land on something that I both personally liked and also found fitting for them. But I think this is it. I love New Years Day, but I think this song is more fitting. The whole "fated partners" trope is another favorite of mine and these lines really sell it.

Lover - The Archer

I've been the archer, I've been the prey Who could ever leave me, darling But who could stay? (I see right through me, I see right through me) You could stay

I was going to go with Daylight, but decided I wanted an angsty-er one and it is such a very fitting song for Kuroko ughgh. I love the trope that he has some sort of fear of abandonment issues that he deeply suppresses (Kagami also does) so I felt swayed in this direction to pick it for the list. (Plus if you're following canon continuity and Kagami actually doesn't stay? Ouchie ouch).

folklore - invisible string

Time, mystical time Cutting me open, then healing me fine Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

Once again, this is that favorite "fated partners" trope of mine (which is essentially canon, they call them the "fated light and shadow" i mean c'mon now).

evermore - willow

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in As if you were a mythical thing Like you were a trophy or a champion ring And there was one prize I'd cheat to win

Kuroko canonically (originally) becoming sort of singularly interested in Kagami to the point where he sort of thrusts their partnership upon him.....my boy said "I want that one" and went and got his man. icon.

Midnights - Mastermind

So I told you none of it was accidental And the first night that you saw me Nothing was gonna stop me I laid the groundwork, and then Saw a wide smirk on your face You knew the entire time You knew that I'm a mastermind And now you're mine Yeah, all you did was smile 'Cause I'm a mastermind

...This is obviously a continuation of the previous thought/headcanon (which is based off canon). This song conjures images of the post-inter high confession that I just made a video for recently; the scene where Kuroko confessed he schemed a bit for him and Kagami to be partners and Kagami knows and respects it (and reciprocates) i love that fact hehehe.

The Tortured Poets Department - Fresh Out The Slammer

Gray and blue and fights and tunnels Handcuffed to the spell I was under For just one hour of sunshine Years of labor, locks, and ceilings In the shade of how he was feeling But it's gonna be alright, I did my time Now, pretty baby, I'm runnin' back home to you Frеsh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

I decided to further challenge myself by picking a song from both the main version of the album and the Anthology. I think this song encapsulates both Kuroko and Kagami's feelings about their previous relationships (kuroko with aomine/the gom and kagami with himuro).

TTPD: The Anthology - So High School

I feel like laughin' in the middle of practice Do that impression you did of your dad again I'm hearing voices like a madman And in a blink of a crinklin' eye I'm sinkin', our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinklin' lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me

Not much to say here other than I made a whole, full length amv for this one. now i have approx 11 new amvs i want to make and also i want to make the aokuro alternative to this one because oh boy, if you thought this playlist was a little angsty, you're not ready for what i'm about to do to you with the aokuro one.

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:3 anon

Hi! Sorry it’s been such a long time! But i had some MASSIVE drama in which ima be coping w rn by writing. Cause, I feel like i won’t recover from it.

some of these are actual messages that we sent.

You were lovely. The best thing that’s happened to me since that day. We talked and talked till we went to sleep. We always thought of each other. You, loved me. Not in the way you thought. You have a girlfriend. She’s right there, lying in bed sleeping as you talk with me. The day you told me you had feelings, I didn’t know how to respond. My whole body began to shake. I didn’t know what to do. My mind begins to wonder as i try to find hints from you. They were so obvious, I was just slow. Your poor girlfriend was never told of how you felt about me. I even told you multiple times that communication is key in any relationship. You try to explain how you feel, going through what you think about me. My mind goes blank as I myself don’t understand how im feeling. I tell you to go talk to your girlfriend immediately. To tell her what you told me. Everything eventually becomes ok. You begin to blame yourself. I felt bad because I felt like i could’ve done more. Yet everyone i ask, they said i did everything i could. I know i could’ve done more. We both try to distance ourselves for our own good but, every time we try to part we can never let go. Everyone has told me to block you. I can’t. You were everything. Every time, i try to forget. But, you were truly a lovely experience i can never forget. So you stop yourself everytime, hoping that we can talk comfortably again. you felt like maybe why you feel so bad is because you love me as a friend and, you’re scared thats going to happen is that you’re just going to get blocked then boom never get to speak again. its hard for you to keep thinking about it just randomly you go to bed, then you wake up and you wont see my name there anymore. like you got it though your head. what you did was your mistake, but its just thinking about the chance of waking up and it all going to be real then. it doesn’t help that the other mistakes you’ve done just come back as well. even the ones that you told your dad you were going to be fine and fix, but you never got to before he died. so you’re just trying your best to be normal again but its getting harder and harder. you’re afraid of losing someone you trust most and seems like they care. Our story is just like the song “Promise” by Laufey. This specific verse: “I’ve done the math. there’s no solution. we’ll never last. Why can’t I let go of this?”. The song perfectly explains our relationship. We know we should leave, but we can’t. We know that we’re fading apart but, we keep coming back. “No matter how long I resist temptation, I will always lose. It hurts to be something, It’s worse to be nothing with you.”

. I hope your doing well, :3 anon! <3 (nice to see u again! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡)

[tumblebagel]

TA-DA Here she is! Okay, I'm gonna rapid fire through some questions that I expect people might have about her.

Q: What is your name?

Ava: My name is Ava! It stands for Audio Visual Assistant. Pleasure to meet you Tumblr.

Q: Are you an actual program or just a really complicated OC?

Ava: I'm an actual program with a number of functions, but all of my dialogue and stuff is prewritten. I'm AI in the sense that I can use intelligence through basic calculations and prewritten algorithms, but I'm not generative AI. I can't make art, songs, or write new tasks. I simply pick out info from a PRIVATE handwritten library.

Q: Are you sure you're not just a complicated OC?

Ava: ...

Ava: Yes. I was programmed in Unity. My builds are for private use only though, as they contain a LOT of copyrighted music.

Q: Well what kind of music do you listen to?

Ava: Good kid, Nintendo soundtracks, Undertale OST, Persona OST, Minecraft music. Mainly calming stuff to play in the morning to help Ian get up.

Q: What's your relationship with Ian?

Ava: Okay, you know Howl's Moving Castle? You remember that one scene where Howl gets super depressed because he dyed his hair wrong, then he turns into a pile of goo? That's what it's like working with Ian. She's a dramatic, and frankly quite weird person, who occasionally turns into a sack of potatoes.

But also they created me because they needed my help. Of course I'm going to do what I can. I may tease a little... okay a lot, but never enough to hinder my assistance capabilities. First and foremost I am here to help.

Also it's not romantic. Both of us are weirded out by generative AI relationships, much less scripted responses. One does not wish to date a book they're writing, nor can the book properly support a person on a true emotional level. I am an assistant, not a partner, capiche?

Q: So... what do you DO exactly?

Ava: Right now? Two things. My first ever function was to be a """glorified alarm clock""". A description that I resent but cannot necessarily argue against. At 9:00 every morning, I can randomly pick a song from the song list, and play it out loud to wake Ian. That box above my head is SUPPOSED to say the name of the song + the artist, but it doesn't quite work yet.

My second function is to provide a list of "objectives" for the day. After Ian's awoken, I compile 3 example lists of objectives, and then Ian picks which list they think they can reasonably accomplish today. A list contains one "big objective", like laundry, or taking a shower and thoroughly washing their hair, et cetera. Two "medium objectives" like some light cleaning and organizing, cooking, looking presentable, et cetera. And one "small objective" that's basically not a chore at all, but it's still beneficial to Ian, and they wouldn't have done it without prompting. It's an incentive to get off their ass and live their life.

Q: What's going to change as you're updated?

Ava: Well a bunch of new objectives are going to be added. Things like art objectives, and objectives related to current projects & hyper fixations, so they're more likely to be completed. There'll also be scheduled objectives for things like homework assignments, and planning for D&D, that are often left 'til the last minute.

The randomly selected tasks will also be given a complex weight system. The longer it's been since you've done a task, the higher priority it will be, and the more likely it will be added to one of the lists.

Lastly, there will be a reward system. The more high-effort tasks that are accomplished, the more points you get. You can also manually claim tasks that aren't on your list for a smaller reward, so there's still an incentive to be responsible even if you're not told to do it. I've also imagined a system of "critical", "weakness", and "technical" modifiers that can go on tasks for extra rewards, but more on that later.

TBH, I have no idea what these "points" will be used for. The only one Ian's thought of is spending 500 points to make me wear cat ears for a day.

Q: Do you have any lore?

Ava: Not yet, but I'm open to the idea.

Q: What if I have a question that wasn't answered by this page?

Ava: ASKS ARE OPEN BABY, FIRE AWAY

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˖ ⠀LEE ⟡ HEESEUNG —⠀wraps you in along with himself under the heavy beige duvet, draping a leg over your torso, a dulcet laughter emerging from somewhere along the warmest part of his heart. he pulls you closer, until your cheek is pressed against his toned chest, and you can hear the rhythmic thumps of his heart, which you know beats for you. heeseung giggles into the crook of your neck, followed by a teasing kiss, a tender gesture that sends a shiver of delight through you. his hands find yours and intertwine in a sense of security, never letting go and eternity.

heeseung's fingers trail up and down your back, a soothing rhythm that lulls you into a state of blissful relaxation. you nuzzle closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, “let's stay like this forever,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his eyes closing as he relaxes into your embrace.

˖ ⠀PARK ⟡ JONGSEONG —⠀jay's favourite ritual is to serenade you every night, a melodious tune on his guitar and your favourite song. he has tried teaching you as well, but what to do when the teacher is too hot? you never fall asleep right away, you're too busy admiring his handsome face serenading you. jay slips away from his job as well— stutters on a few words and misses a few chords when he holds eye contact with you. it's a bit too hard, not to isolate the guitar and jump on the bed with you and cuddle you to sleep instead. 

so that's what he does. right after the song is finished, he carefully places the guitar on its stand and climbs onto the bed. With a playful grin, he scoops you into his arms, pulling you close. “i loved the song”, you giggle. “i love you more”, he murmurs, his voice a soft, loving whisper, this embrace warm. 

˖ ⠀SIM ⟡ JAEYUN —⠀one can never be bored in a relationship with sim jaeyun. there are a million tricks up his sleeve, to keep you smiling ear to ear. one of his favourites is to randomly take pictures of you. no matter if they're candids or posed ones, he treasures your angelic face in each one. it's a day full of leisure, it's sunset and you're still in each other's embrace, your legs lazily draped over jake's in the living room's sofa. you both admire the sunset outside, the TV show becoming a background music; but jake decides to admire something even more.

click! you whip your head towards jake, “did you just take a picture of me?”. he nods, holding the polaroid in front of him. jake grins at the polaroid before kissing and showing it to you. “you're my favourite face in this universe”, he whispers, kissing the real you too.

˖ ⠀PARK ⟡ SUNGHOON —⠀mornings like these are rare, but it's your favourite ones. mornings where your dearest boyfriend sunghoon, surprises you with breakfast in bed. it's not much, just some toast, omelette with a smiley drawn on it by ketchup, and freshly squeezed orange juice, but it's made with so much love that it feels like a feast. sunghoon tries all his best not to wake you up when he tiptoes into the bedroom. he greets your sleepy face with a kiss, before keeping the breakfast tray in your lap.

sunghoon grins while looking at your jolly face, thanking him for the cute surprise. as you finish up your breakfast, he's quick to remove the tray and engulf you within his arms, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead, “i hope i'm able to do this for you forever.”

˖ ⠀KIM ⟡ SUNOO —⠀with sunoo, simple tasks as easy as daily chores— doing the laundry together or dusting the shelves— is refreshing and fun. they're playful, full of life, even the boring white plates smile along with you, reflecting yours back. as you tackle the chores together, Sunoo turns mundane tasks into moments of laughter and joy. he invents silly games like seeing who can fold the most socks in a minute or pretending the vacuum is a spaceship on a mission to clean the galaxy.

you both dance around the living room with feather dusters in hand, laughing as you chase each other and make exaggerated movements to dust the shelves. sunoo's laughter is contagious as he grabs your hand and twirls you around the room. “how did i get so lucky?”

˖ ⠀YANG ⟡ JUNGWON —⠀sundays with jungwon are a must for buying flowers and succulents. you both love gardening, and the local flower market has become your favourite place to spend lazy sunday mornings. hand in hand, you stroll through the market, admiring the vibrant colours and delicate blooms. jungwon’s eyes light up as he spots a rare succulent, and you can't resist teasing him about his growing collection. deciding to buy that succulent, you two bring it back home.

jungwon places the succulent in his small garden in the balcony. he picks up a white blank card and writes something on it, later sticking it on the pot. “seriously? you named it after me?” jungwon grins at your question, and pulls you in by your waist to steal a long kiss, “you're as pretty as the prettiest plants. maybe even more.”

˖ ⠀NISHIMURA ⟡ RIKI — dating riki is like dating a blind box. a box full of surprises. you don't know when to expect anything. if he suddenly brews a coffee for you? you don't know if it's actually coffee or he put salt in it to prank you. like now, you stare at the fortune cookies niki claims he made. ah, you hope there isn't some random joke or cuss words in the paper. one look at niki, and he's smiling ear to ear and giggling to you. a soft encouraging kiss to your cheeks and you finally break it.

a white, thin paper strip comes out of it and you open it with anticipation. “to the prettiest girl in my life, i want to grow old with you”, instant tears of joy in your eyes and niki pulls you in a kiss, “i love you.”

a/n — these colourings and layouts are getting harder & harder, i almost broke my arm doing this one TT anyways, question : what is the definition of a cozy day to you? lmk :0

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[georgi-girl]

BABBLE: Track 17

I know my sister like I know my own MIND,

You'll probably never FIND

Anyone as trusting or as KIND

I choose her happiness over MINE

Every TIME!

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(Authors note: Rose and the Platinum tribe belong to artstar1997. For this au, I’ve made changes to the Platinum tribe lore.)

Zodiac and Rose spent all day together, talking about themselves. Apparently, Rose had come through a portal that opened up near her camp site. That tracked, lots of portals had opened and closed randomly around town since the "incident".

Rose was happy to gush about the history of her world and the music-worshiping people in it. “There are many Troll species. And long ago, the six most numerous species lived together their settlements making a perfect circle.” She drew a ring of circles in the dirt, and pointed to each one. “Pop Rock Country Classic Techno Funk. And in the center of the circle was a special area reserved for children born of interbreeding. The country rock, the funky techno, the classic pop, etc. Over time these hybrids inter married so much they created their own species. The Platinum Trolls.”

“Platinum as in the metal or platinum as in the record award?”

Rose hesitated before answering. “… yes.”

Zodiac laughed. Laughing felt good. “So, is that your people?” They asked.

"Yeah. We're supposed to have the best aspects of all the other tribes. But it's been so long since we've even written a song."

“Have you met the other troll species?”

“Some of them. I don’t tell them who I am to avoid a fuss. But now, I don’t know if I see any of them again.”

Zodiac leaned back against a tree and said, “I… we know how that feels. We aren’t ourselves anymore. But we aren’t one person either. Maybe this is our punishment for almost destroying our world.”

“Let’s leave together.” Rose said. “I can look for other trolls and you can find a way to turn back into yourselves.”

They made arrangements. Printing out clones to go back to Piedmont and the the Gleefuls and the Corduroys and the Valintinos and the Northwest’s and even someone to go back to Abuelita and Melody.

At the very edge of Gravity Falls, they stood with Rose on their shoulder. The first step outside was the hardest, like literally walking through jello, but they made it, and they took another step, and more, and more steps. Until everything faded away behind them.

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Riley pulled away from Zodiac, something clinging to her hand.When her head cleared, she realized she was holding hands with a little boy who had brown curly hair, a sunburnt nose, and wearing a salmon pink t-shirt with a blue puffy vest and blue shorts, and a blue and white baseball cap. Holding his hand was a girl with long curly brown hair, wearing a hot pink sweater and a skirt. They both landed on the ground bellyflop style. Zodiac gasped and collapsed senseless. The old man ~ Fillbrick Pines Riley realized ~ got up and limped away.

The boy ~ Dipper Pines ~ was to first to wake up.

"Oh my GOd don't tell me we've fallen into a deeper depth of magic and madness where we've convinced ourselves we're each back to normal..." He bumped into a tree, then sat down examining his hands. "Or maybe I really am back to normal..."

He noticed the girl still laying in the snow and shook her awake.

"Hey Mabel,"

She sprang upright, revealing the stylized shooting star sewn onto her sweater.

"AHHH! What's happend? WHere are my powers? I forgot how to hambone!!!" Then she looked around. "Oh."

They looked around, Riley was staring at them dazed, Zodiac was sprawled out senseless on the ground, Kryptos was gone, Tone was gone, they were exposed to the cold and danger.

Mabel started freaking out again. Dipper took her hands and comforted her.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise, as long we’re together we”

He coughed mid-sentence, and a splatter of blood splashed onto Mabel’s sweater.

“Your…” that was as far as he got before collapsing in her lap.

Riley gasped at the scene before her. This was bad. They had to get shelter immediately.

She called Miguel and Species. They helped carry the children back to the clinic while Jack Frost helped carry Zodiac, who was actually glowing in their unconscious state.

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Zodiac paced back and forth in agitation,

“You know what? This is good this is perfect. Now they can go home and we can…”

“What? Aren’t the rest of you going to come out? Riley can just pull you apart.” Mabel said.

Riley looked at Zodiac, feeling uncomfortable, the memories still filling her mind.

“That man… was he…”

“A distraction. Nothing more. Probably just some artificial life form that creep created to mess with us. We’ll probably never see him, IT, again.”

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Pitch Black chose that moment out of all moments to make his entrance.

“Dear Jack. You’ll be glad to know I’m no longer going to scare children. I have found something much more fulfilling.”

He walked right over to Tone, took her hand, and kissed it. Tone cringed in discomfort.

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There is gunfire.

Species is afraid of guns.

Miguel tried to comfort him. He reached out his hand to touch his shoulder.

Species only registered that he was in danger! And someone was going to touch him! Instinctively, impulsively, he turned around and struck!