#and genuinely makes me wanna kick you in the fucking face at worst

[ccrv-7]

saw-esque halloween themed dnd oneshot with the party tomorrow and i probably wont be able to attend

[eunchancorner]

Two short stories, two longer stories, almost six Google doc pages, 3377 words and one new nickname for Liv, it is with great pleasure and relief that I finally bring you

Three times Ethan tickled his partners, and one time he didn't

Ethan delighted in the soft giggles that arose as he gently squished the small bit of pudge that hung just slightly over the waistband of Streber’s pants. One of his favorite people, who he’d seen at his best, and recently at his very worst, was healing.

“You’re getting soft again,” he commented, resting his head on Streb’s shoulder.

“Ihi knohohohow.”

“I missed your squish so much…”

“Ihit’s nohot that muhuhuch.”

“But it’s something. It’s progress. Progress I’m glad you’ve made…”

Ethan pressed his cheek into Streber’s, feeling his face heating up a bit. He loved how much the genuine affection got to the poor nerd.

Ethan gently pinched up and down Streb’s tummy, listening to his giggles vary in pitch, from his normal voice to high and silly, admiring every adorable sound.

“I think your new squish is even more ticklish than before~,” he teased, adoring the flustered squeak he earned, and unable to resist giving his cheek a little kiss.

“I love you~”

“Ihi love youhu tohohoo.”

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“LIV GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!”

“It’s too late, Ethan, I can’t unlearn your weakness!”

The two had been locked in a chase around the house for several minutes. Ethan had recently let slip a particular secret of his to her sneaky questions, and now he was determined to make her pay for it. The only problem was that she was well-versed in running from her partners’ wrath, so he was having a tough time cornering her. However, he was also growing adept at chasing down his partners, so he had a few tricks of his own.

One of which came in the form of a very conveniently timed boyfriend.

“LEON, GRAB HER!” he shouted as Leon rounded the couch, which he was chasing her towards. In one swift motion, Leon grabbed her under her arms and swooped her up off the ground, leaving her legs to kick uselessly in midair as she protested using several threats and curses.

Ethan stopped in front of the two, taking a minute to catch his breath, before pointing at the redhead.

“You. Did you think you’d get away with that little stunt?” he questioned her.

“Yep, AND I was absolutely gonna remember it, too! I’d FINALLY have a leg up in our tickle fights, you giant ler!”

“Well, now you’ve earned yourself a one-way ticket to getting wrecked, good job. May I, Leon?”

“LEON- I swear to fuck if you hand me over to him I am gonna dump ALL of your protein powder into the toilet!!”

Leon gave the small redhead in his hands a glare at the ill-timed threat, shortly before handing her like a ragdoll over to their boyfriend with the simple statement; “Go nuts.”

“W-Wait! Leon! THAT WAS A PROMISE!” she called after him as he returned on his original route to the kitchen, before looking back at Ethan.

“Hi~”

“U-uhm, hi?”

“Wanna apologize for your little shittery?”

“I don’t apologize for that. You know this by now!”

“Really? So you’re just gonna let this happen?”

“Let what ha-” she cut herself off as she realized what he meant. “Oh. Fuck.”

The chuckle Ethan let out was unnecessarily threatening, and Liv felt herself forcing down a nervous smile of her own.

“E-Ethan, no! I-I- I swear, i-if you tickle me, I-I’ll tell someone about it! You won’t know who, and you won’t know when until it’s too late!” she warned, wriggling in his grasp, trying to get herself down.

“Hm, guess I’ll have to tickle ya until you promise not to tell anyone!”

“Wait what-”

She squealed suddenly as Ethan practically threw her down onto the couch beside them and dug his fingers into her ribs, prompting her to grab onto and pull at his arms.

“Ehehethahahan! Nahahoho! Youhu jeheherk!” she insulted him, inadvertently digging herself a deeper hole.

“Liv, the more you fight, the worse it’s gonna get. If you wanna get out of this, you have to be nice. Start by apologizing for being rude~”

“Nehehever! Ihi’ll nehever gihive ihihin!!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her stubbornness, especially considering how hard she was already laughing. Never change, Liv.

He grabbed her left hand, hoisting it up over her head and raking his fingers from her underarm, down her ribs and side, all the way down to her hip, then right back up, causing her to squeal and smack at him with her remaining hand.

“NyAhaHAHahaHAHaha EHEthahaHAN!! WhYhy THAhahAHAT?!” she demanded, her laughter gaining a quality Ethan could only describe as fittingly chaotic. She attempted to twist away from his hand, only to find that Ethan had very well adapted to keeping up with her constant moving.

“Because it makes you sound adorable!~ And because it’s even worse for you, which isn’t as big of a reason, but still a reason. Tell ya what. I’ll make a deal with you. All I want you to do is say sorry for being a little shit today, and you’ll be free! Sound good?~”

Once again, in all her stubbornness, Liv shook her head in refusal. She was always determined to keep from apologizing for her (admittedly harmless) actions, but unfortunately, Ethan seemed to have gained his patience back.

“That’s ok, I’ve got all the time in the world to keep tickling you until you change your mind!~”

“BUHuHUhuHUhuHuhuT Ihi’m TOOHOhohO TihiHIHIcKLihIHISh!! IHI’LL DihihIHIHIE!!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic! You might be extremely, adorably ticklish but you won’t die! You’ll just either succumb to cotton brain or have to apologize,” he reasoned, “If you were gonna die, it’d probably be from this.”

Suddenly, he let go of her hand and began raking his newly freed hand up and down her other side, moving in the opposite direction to the other, raising her laughter up much higher than he expected.

“FUHUHUHUHUHUCK EHEHEHETHAHAHAHAN!! IHIHIT’S TOHOHORTUHUHURE!! TOHOHORTUHUHUHUHURE!!!” she practically screeched, grabbing onto his hands and flailing every which way in an attempt to escape, even going as far as to attempt to shake his arms to try to pull him off.

“And yet you know exactly how to get me to stop! But you’re not gonna, are you? Because however much you yell it’s ‘torture’ or that it’s gonna kill you, you’ll always keep being a little shit, just so someone will pin you down, and tickle you until you can’t think because it’s just so fun. Isn’t that right?~”

“SHUHUT YOUHUHUR FAHAHAHACE!!” She tried to cover his face with one hand.

“You’re not even denying it at this point! But, I know exactly what’ll get to you. Exactly what’ll get you to apologize, and end your supposed torture~” Ethan cleared his throat and leaned in close to make sure she could hear him.

“Tickle tickle tickle~”

“EHEHETHAHAN NOHOHO!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle~ Such a cute little ferret getting her tickles~”

“YOUHU AHAHAHASS!! NOHO TEHEHEASIHIHING!!”

“But why not, hm? Can’t I give a cute lil ferret her teases and tickles?~”

“WHEHERE DIHIHID THEHE STUHUPIHID FEHEHERREHET THIHING COHOME FROHOHOM?!”

“Well, you’re just like one! You’re wiggly and hyper and love causing mischief until someone gives you attention. So now, you’re a wiggly, ticklish little ferret, who’s getting all her tickle-tickle-tickles~”

“FIHIHINE FIHIHINE IHI’M SOHOHORRYHYHY! NOHO MOHOHORE TEHEHEASIHIHINGGG!” she finally gave in, and Ethan let go, just as he had promised, letting her make her attempts to stop laughing and even out her breathing.

“Youhuhu… ahare fuhucking ruhuhuhuthlehehess…” she managed as she slowly calmed down, earning a soft chuckle from Ethan.

“Maybe you’ll remember that next time. Of course, whether that stops you or spurs you on is up to you~”

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“EHEHETHAHAHAN PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Aww, what’s wrong, Leon? Too ticklish for tummy kisses?~” the goth cooed at his hysterical boyfriend, before peppering soft kisses all over his belly for the second time in a row. In response, he could feel Leon smacking the top of his head as though trying to dislodge him, despite having literally asked for this.

“C’mon, don’t try to push away now. I thought you wanted a soft night in tonight~”

“IHI DIHIHID BUHUT- FUHUHUHUCK!! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!” he squealed as Ethan’s kisses trailed around to the side of his tummy, which somehow seemed to be much worse than the middle.

“There’s so many little spots on your tummy, you’re so adorable. My big puppy boy~”

“IHI AHAHAM NOHOT A PUHUHUPPY!! YOUHU FUHUHUCKER!”

“Are you sure? Even if you wanna pull the tough guy routine, you’re pretty puppy-like. You have lots of energy, you’re friendly, you love having your tummy tickled, and if I do this…” Ethan gently pressed his thumb just above Leon’s belly button, making him kick out one of his legs in response. “You kick like a puppy, too! So, I’ve come to the conclusion that you are, in fact, a puppy. Hm, Streber would be proud of me.”

“HEHE WOUHUHUHULDN’T! GOHOHOHOD, EHEHEHETHAHAHAN!” Leon pushed at his boyfriend’s shoulders, pure instinct driving his actions. He loved this, he knew he did, no matter how flustering it was. 

But Ethan was never going to hear that.

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Ethan loved his feared ler status.

He found himself lucky to be in a household with so many partners that loved to tickle and be tickled the same way he did, and he found himself even luckier to usually be the one who ended up tickling the others. He was sure he’d won the most tickle fights in the whole house.

Well, next to Aria.

Him and her had been tied for the longest time; Ethan because he never resisted the urge to strike, and Aria because she knew how to keep people from predicting when she’d strike next.

But today, he was going to change that. Ethan was going to show Aria who the most feared ler in the house was, by sneaking up on her and tickling her until she admitted it was him.

And now he was so close!

Closer…

He crept up behind her as she leaned on the back of the couch, idly watching the news.

Closer…

He could hear her humming. She sounded so distracted.

Closer…

He could practically hear her laughing already.

Closer… NOW!

“GOTCHA- WHOA! FUCK!!”

He’d lunged at her, and was taken by surprise when she whipped around, grabbed his wrist and lifted him with her free hand, slamming him down onto the couch, all the air rushing out of his lungs on impact. He coughed a bit as he regained his breath, looking up at her looming over him, her hand still on his chest and his wrist still locked in her grip.

“Uhm… hi?” he smiled innocently.

“Hi there,” she gave him an equally innocent look. That’s never a good sign.

“Well… uhm… how exactly did you do that?”

“Well, you remember how in high school I took ballet one year, and karate the next?”

“L-Listen, you can’t keep blaming all the weirdly impressive shit you do on the weird shit you did in high school!”

“Well, I’d be lying if I said they didn’t have a hand in it, but I have been training with Leon lately!”

“Of course…” he rolled his eyes. It always fucking ties back to Leon.

“So, mind telling me why you were sneaking up on me like a creep?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“W-well, I was uh-” he was cut off with a grunt as Aria’s weight suddenly shifted to the hand that was on his chest as she pulled her legs over the back of the couch; one landing between Ethan’s own legs and one in front of the couch.

“Oww… It hurts when you do that, y’know,” he told her, earning a small eye roll.

“So you’ve complained before. Now answer my question.” She smiled as she saw his eyes widened. He thought I forgot.

“S-so, uhm, I-I was uh… w-well… I… was… uh…” he fumbled for an answer that didn’t incriminate himself, and found himself unable to come up with anything.

“You were plotting something, weren’t you?”

Oh fuck.

“But,” she glanced over the back of the couch, “since you didn’t bring something with you, I’m gonna assume you weren’t planning on doing anything that might result in a lecture from Streber. You weren’t planning on trying to take that little title, hm?”

“Wh-what title could that be?” he asked, averting his gaze, trying to suppress his nervous smile.

“The title of the biggest ler in the house. Because that title belongs to me. And you know how I know that?”

Oh she is absolutely setting this up but how can I NOT-

“Because you’re a cocky jerk?” he smirked at his own words, feeling a tinge of confidence.

That confidence faded as soon as her eyes narrowed at him.

“Because you are awfully ticklish to gentle tickles. Aren’t you?~” she leaned in all too close as she asked, “And luckily for you, gentle tickles are my specialty~”

“W-what are you… i-implying?” he asked cautiously, his eyes locking onto her hand as it moved from his chest to the side of his face.

“I’m implying,” she began as she began tracing behind his ear, causing him to choke down giggles already, “That I’m gonna do to you exactly what you were planning to do to me. Except I’m actually going to make it effective, because we all know what makes you tick, Eth. And you are going to admit that I’m the biggest ler in the house. Or at least the scariest.”

“Ihi- I’m n-not denying y-you’re the s-scariehest, Jehesus fucken Christ,” he managed, feeling his heart pounding in his chest from the threat of tickles alone. “B-but you are not th-the biggest leher… that’s me.”

“Hm. Then it looks like I am going to tickle you for the biggest ler title.”

“Oh th-that’s just n-nohot fair…”

“It’s completely fair! After all, isn’t that what you were gonna do?” she began to trace down his neck, causing him to squeak and grab her wrist. She raised an eyebrow at him, moving her finger in slow circles in the spot it was trapped in.

“Let go of my hand, or I’m going to tickle you so bad you won’t even be able to think about today without getting in a lee mood,” she warned, and the look she had made Ethan sure she was being very serious, so he did as she said.

“Good, now how am I going to do this, hm? Should I play a little first, see how loud I can make you laugh without going for your worst spot, or should I go for that infamous little kill button right away?~ And even so, which one? The one where my hand would be trapped to trace until you can finally lift your arm, and even then there’s no guarantee I’ll stop, or do I go for the one where you can’t protect your poor little spot, leaving me to trace in whatever little shapes I want, and all you can do is laugh and laugh and laugh, because we both know you won’t be able to get out a single word. So many decisions to make, and the longer I take to make them, the more flustered you’ll be, but I think I know what’ll make it ten times worse. One simple little question, that you ask all too often; What do you think I should do?~”

I think you should be less fucken terrifying, he thought, but truthfully he didn’t know if he could get a word out. Being teased by anyone else isn’t so bad, but this was Aria. She knew exactly how to get to him too flustered to manage a word, and it was working all too well. He tried to give any kind of answer, but the words caught in his throat, and all he could manage were a few flustered squeaks.

“Ethan~ If I can’t get a straight answer, I’ll just have to decide for myself, and you know I’ll pick what gets you the most~” she warned him, hovering her hand over his ribs and watching him flinch and try to squirm away, pressing his arm to his side in an effort to block her.

“A-aria… P-plehease…” was all he could manage. He wasn't sure what he was trying to ask for, maybe mercy, but either way she seemed to be having none of it.

“What’s wrong, darling? Too scared to give me an answer? That’s ok, I think I know exactly what to do~” she cooed before she began to gently pinch up and down his side, causing him to finally release all the laughter he’d felt bubbling up in his chest. He squealed and twisted under her in an attempt to hide himself, but a quick scribble to his other side sent him right back onto his back.

“Arihiahahaha! Plehehease, wahahahait! Nohohohoho!” he begged, resisting the urge to grab her wrist again and instead opted for grabbing his own shirt to try to ground himself.

“I don’t think I will, Ethan~ We’ve both waited long enough for me to tickle you, and if you had to wait any more, I think you’d regret saying that, wouldn’t you?” She began to skitter her nails lightly against his ribs before he could answer, making him laugh louder and kick his legs to try to dispel the energy. She chuckled softly as she watched him struggle to sass her, unable to get any sort of coherent thoughts within the fireworks of his brain to come up with something snarky to say. She traced up and down his ribs, delighting in every squeak and change in pitch, listening to him come so close to absolutely losing it just because he was that much worse off with such gentle tickles. As much as she wanted to dig in and watch him flail, listen to him cackle, she knew this was so much worse.

Occasionally she’d dip just between his ribs and underarms, ripping a squeal from his throat, and just as quickly, she’d be back to his ribs. She could see how badly it got to him; the way he’d tug at his poor shirt when she got a little too high and yet how he’d just barely whine when she’d leave it alone so fast.

“What’s wrong, Ethan? Can’t handle your tickles? Why are you so whiny, hm? Is there something you’re expecting?~” she couldn’t help but tease him, knowing exactly what he wanted; for her to finally go after his death spot, for his brain to fill with fog and fireworks and be able to do nothing but laugh, to fulfill the buzzing anticipation that only got worse every time she tricked him.

Gradually she let up under she had her hand just hovering above that little spot that she knew she could destroy him with, smirking as she listened to his nervous, giddy giggles.

“Well, Ethan?” she asked, “Got anything to say?”

“P-plehehease, Ahariahaha… I-Ihi’m sohohorry, y-youhu’re th-the bihihiggehest leheher, I wahas wrohohong… plehehease, juhust doho ihihit ahalreheheheadyyy…”

Aria blinked down at him. He’s… asking me to wreck him. Just like that. In exchange for admitting it, he wants me to destroy him.

She smiled, and then she chuckled quietly.

“You’re adorable when you’re desperate~”

Before Ethan had time to process it, his wrist was released and he felt an unbearably gentle tracing in that little kill spot between his underarms and ribs, sending him into utter hysterics. She watched as his shoulders shook with laughter, his arms clamped to his sides and he tossed his head back, and yet he seemed almost relaxed. She knew why, too; the anticipation of going after his worst spot was finally over, he finally got the tickles he’d been expecting from her.

After a few more moments of tickling him senseless, she finally let up, gently patting him on the head and giggling softly as he batted at her hand.

She looked up to see their other six partners staring at her from a few feet away, all six pairs of eyes wide and all six faces blushing. She couldn’t resist the urge to smirk and raise her hands in wiggling claws, which sent all of them running in different directions, watching Confi struggle to make a decision before following Liv to her room.

Title secured.

[nat-20s]

There's a poll going around on which Nuwho Doctor you could take in a fight and I don't wanna limit it to just choosing one so here's my very official and correct ranking of in Doctor vs Me who would win:

Twelve: Twelve straight up can and probably will beat me to death. Please do not make me fight Doctor Disco she has a guitar and he WILL use it like a steel chair against me. Also there's a decent chance I deserved it.

Nine: Can beat me to death but I'm PRETTY sure I could talk her out of it. For as much as Nine is a Bitch TM (EXTREMELY complimentary) I think I COULD be like "cmon man you don't wanna kill me :( aren't you tired of going apeshit?? don't you just want to be nice??" and he'd be like yeah okay :/

Fifteen: The only nuwho Doctor that I know actually goes to the gym and has a consistent workout. They would absolutely beat me in a fight but I think it'd be like a bar fight where we would go out for drinks and become best friends afterwards. I have a broken nose and I'm just like "oh yeah that came from my good buddy The Doctor :)!"

Thirteen: This is the most even match I'm not sure either one of us would win as much as we'd both be walking away with some serious wounds. We are both short kings and both of us would fight absolutely NASTY. There is a LOT of biting and hair pulling and scratching and kicking involved. One of us is leaving with a torn off earlobe and I genuinely do not know which one of us it is.

Ten: King of having a glass jaw. This Doctor gets knocked tf out SO many times. Like sure he's scrappy and Much taller than me but also every time I see David Tennant I'm like. Yeah I could probably pick that man up and throw him a good few feet. She gets a few good hits in but ultimately I am winning this fight.

Eleven: I am so sorry to both the Eleventh Doctor and to Matt Smith but they are EASILY the most punchable doctor. His face and clothes and demeanor all add up to an extremely specific type of like male computer science/physics double major that brings out the fucking worst in me. I am turning into a chimpazee that you made eye contact with. There is a 75% chance I'm straight up killing that man. I want cool house mother Doctor Disco and that regeneration is happening MUCH sooner.

Fourteen: From a physical standpoint? The Doctor I straight up could win in a fight easiest. As i stated with Ten I'm pretty sure I could pick him up and throw him but Fourteen wouldn't fight back. She is NOT scrappy her rage is burning out in seconds he is so so sad and wet. Wet paper towel of a man. I could take 'em down. I would feel so so so bad about it though.

[dollfaceksj]

I DO LOVE THE ANGST!! I think the right amount if perfect!!

Can #8 be Jungkook genuinely realizing he was rude and knocked down a few pegs yunno?

I seriously want to Make HIM the one wrapped around her little finger. Yunno? She fell first but he fell harder? Cuz he’s so goddamn cocky and big headed 🤪🤪🤪 love your Drabble series!

lets see wot i can do 😁😁

warnings: angst (mentions of sa) …sorry for putting y’all thru that! don’t hunt me down with fire torches and pitch forks for the ending!!!! can’t wait to see how it goes!!

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #8

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it’s been a few days since the clubbing incident and you haven’t been responding to anyone

you’d gotten a text from an unknown number that introduced themselves as yoongi and said that he got your number from taehyung to ask where you were

and why you had left so suddenly

you’ve been in bed all weekend, looking a mess

you weren’t responding to anyone and tae had started begging to just let him know that you were safe

and you texted him that you were home and just wanted to be alone

and now you’re by yourself

why

and how

did you ever let that punk get to you like this

get serious!!!

his words should mean nothing to you!!!

and you put him in his place!!

you definitely made your feelings towards him CLEAR

but you’ll also never forget the way he looked at you

instant regret settled on his features

toward the end of your harsh rant, his teeth were anxiously nibbling in his bottom lip you were surprised he didn’t end up bleeding

seeing him so stressed and anxious was so different to his usual stoic and cocky self

not to mention–

knock knock knock knock knock

who the fawk is knocking at your door at 9pm on a sunday

man

what’s going on

you slowly get up and make your way to your front door, cracking it open and peeking with one eye

“you had me worried, y/n.” taehyung’s voice is lathered in genuineness

you sigh and open the door for him, allowing him to pull you into a tight hug

“what happened? i assumed the worst happened to you in that club. one minute you were dancing with yoongi and then you were gone and i don’t hear from you at all.”

he sways with you from left to right, soothingly rubbing your back

you blink back your tears and just inhale his familiar scent

he smells like musk and cookies

you love his scent

:(

“you didn’t get–” he pauses, “like no one tried to–” he pauses again, “like did someone–”

huh

oh

okay

you realize he’s trying to ask you if you’d gotten sexually harassed or assaulted

“no, tae. nothing of the sort.” you pull back and look up at him, rubbing his chest

he visibly relaxes and brings his hand up to your face, rubbing out the scrunch between your brows

“then what happened, babe?”

you quietly sigh and shake your head in dismissal. “nothing. i felt sick. went home. been in bed for 2 days.”

“but why didn’t you answer my texts? or yoongi’s? we were seriously worried, y/n.”

sigh

“i’m sorry.” you flick his forehead and it allows you to escape his embrace

he follows you to your living room and jumps onto your couch

“don’t jump on my furniture!!!!”

he ignores you and reaches for your remote before turning the tv on.

“you got any snacks?” he asks you, feet up on the table

annoying little fuck

you kick his feet off your table. “not for you.”

he whines loudly but then sits up right and glances at you. “so, we wanna go on a camping trip and we’re wondering… if you’d wanna join?”

you look at him as you sit down next to him, snatching the remote out of his hand. “and who is we?”

he chuckles, “i don’t have a whole lot of friends, y/n.”

“taehyung, you literally say ‘hey, what’s up’ about 30 times a minute when we’re walking on campus.”

“acquaintances aren’t friends!”

well, he’s right

hmm

well

but … he is tae’s friend

“so, your usual friend group?”

“yep.”

ughhh you want to ask him directly

“i’d be the only woman there?”

he shrugs his shoulders. “does that bother you? if it does, you can ask one of your own friends to tag along. like eunbi.”

record scratch

should you ask eunbi?

the chance of that man [horror music] coming with you is low, he’s a homebody

and you don’t wanna ask tae if he’s coming because that would be weird

he’d ask you why you’re interested in that FUCKBOY joining you or not

it’s best not to ask eunbi at all

just to avoid drama

right?

“when do y’all wanna go?”

he looks like he’s contemplating something for a moment before responding with, “next week friday right after class since everyone only has morning classes.”

okay makes sense

“okay and how do y’all wanna go?”

all the others have graduated but most of you don’t have vehicles

“by train. seokjin is the only one that’ll go by car because he actually has one. and then we’ll have a car there for if we need to buy something or for emergencies.”

oh

they’ve thought this through

hm

“i hate bugs, though.”

he chuckles, “i will protect you.”

“make that yoongi and we have a deal.”

he laughs loudly, “okay then, yoongi will protect you.”

“will i be sharing my tent with him?” you quip while batting your eyelashes at him innocently

“calm it down, you minx.”

you both laugh for a few more moments, talking more about the place and camping itself

“so, you in?” tae asks with all the stars present in his eyes

how can you say no to that?

hmmm

you could use some time to relax

“alright, sure.”

and that’s how you find yourself fidgeting with the handle of your suitcase that next friday

standing in front of the train

taehyung, yoongi, jimin and hoseok are loading their suitcases onto the train

2 female friends of hoseok and taehyung have joined, by the names of hyunjoo and isabella

seeing another foreigner like isabella here already made it easy to get along with her

hyunjoo is also really sweet but she’s rather quiet

joon joined seokjin in the car so he didn’t have to drive that long on his own

you’ve got the biggest suitcase of everyone so you’re being helped last

jerks.

the guys are busy with hyunjoo and isabella’s baggage now

you rub your face, collecting some of the sweat that had started forming on your skin

you didn’t think it was going to be this hot tbh?

hoseok said something about there being like a bathhouse 20 mins away from where you will be camping so

sweat shouldn’t be that big of a problem, you’ll just make sure to visit that bathhouse daily

you also brought like extra sleeping bags because you wanna bury yourself basically

you know you’ll be freezing at night like always

what else did you pack?

just as you mindlessly reach for your suitcase again, you’re met with air

your hand continues to grab at air

until you realize

your suitcase is gone

wait

YOUR SUITCASE IS GONE

WHAT THE HELL

you turn around and see someone with your suitcase in hand

but

tae,, yoongi, jimin and hoseok are … all the way over there?

oh

ah

right

okay

your penny has just dropped and so did your heart. STRAIGHT into your ass.

why

is

he

here

???

://

you reach for the handle of your suitcase to snatch it out of his grasp

but he doesn’t let you as he pulls it out of your reach

“just let me help you.” jungkook’s voice reaches your ears but he doesn’t even look at you as he continues to carry your suitcase and loading it into the train

he sounds

different

that usual confidence and arrogance he carries himself with is gone

it’s kinda like the same jungkook you’ve always known and not the jungkook you’ve had the displeasure of interacting with these past few weeks

is this his way of being apologetic?

narcissism at it’s finest

everyone starts filing into the train but yoongi is waiting by the door

you walk up to him and he motions for you to get in first

you sigh quietly and smile at him as you walk onto the train

he follows right behind you and places his hand on your back as you walk further into the train

you see jungkook all the way at the front, all the way at the left against the window, wearing his headset but the only two seats that are free are the ones .. right … in front of him

you’ve pretended jk isn’t here pretty well until you make it all the way to your seat and make eye contact with him

he glances at you, teeth sunk into his bottom lip

just as he parts his lips to say something to you

you take your seat right in front of him and yoongi sits down right next to you, directly facing jungkook

ur right across from him

like… your feet and knees are almost touching each other

the look on jungkook’s face had softened for that split second with an apologetic glint in his eyes

but ur not gonna let him mess with your head, not on this 3 hour trip

yoongi leans over to you and whispers these next few words into your ears, “i haven’t seen you since that club, how you been?”

your shoulder gently jerks at his breath hitting your neck and yoongi chuckles at that

you can’t help it

you try not to you really try not to

you glance at jungkook and he’s staring straight at you

the way he’s staring straight at you, teeth anxiously nibbling and picking at his lip rings, showers your entire body in lava

you quickly avert your gaze and you turn your head to say, “i just felt sick. must’ve been the alcohol,” to yoongi

he nods and pulls out his phone. he connects his earbuds to it and offers you one of the earbuds

omg

wait why is this so cute

you feel like ur back in high school

a small smile creeps on your lips as you accept it and put it into your own ear

you notice jungkook’s leg bouncing up and down in anxiety

you drop your head onto yoongi’s shoulder and throw your leg over the other before closing your eyes

just act like he’s not right in front of you

you’re just here with friends

and your head is on yoongi’s shoulder

plus he’s sharing his music with you!!!

that’s a big thing!!!!!!!!

and you allow yourself to zone out <3

you stir and realize you’re being woken up by a soft hand shaking your knee

you hear your name quietly being called

you open your eyes and see big black eyes staring down at you

“we’re here.” jungkook’s soft voice reaches you like liquid gold being ladled into your ears by angels

you blink a couple times and realize you’re still wearing yoongi’s earbud

you look to your side and notice yoongi is gone

“he went to the restroom,” jungkook replies quietly

you don’t respond as you collect yourself and slowly gather your stuff

jungkook quietly does the same but is constantly glancing at you

when you move to step out of the seating area, he gently taps your shoulder

you look over your shoulder at him, still not a single word on your lips for him

“can we talk?” he asks quietly, dropping his hand after catching your attention

uh uhh.. ur not gonna let him ruin your trip

you are NOT

you cried for 2 days in your fucking bed over a geeky junior. ur never allowing that again

“what is there left to talk about?” the words leave you in a harsh tone and if anyone was around that didn’t know the situation, they’d paint you out as the villain

but they don’t get it

they don’t know what it was like when he tore you down

“i think we should talk about the misunderstand–”

“misunderstanding?” you echo in disbelief before letting out a humorless chuckle.

you continue, “there is no misunderstanding, jungkook. i think i made myself pretty fucking clear that night. and so did you.”

he doesn’t give up, though. “please?”

you sigh quietly and glance up at him, all the painful words he said to you still clouding your mind

attention-seeking

tryhard

no one likes that about you

does he even deserve to talk it out?

to be continued

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[quodekash]

yeah so im gonna make my silly little commentary posts for we are sometimes but not all the time

he stared at his friend's water and started smiling like a fucking idiot 💀

h2o just makes him giddy like that 🥰

also I genuinely fucking adore Pham and Fang's dynamic, they care about each other so much (I might cry)

I JSUT FUCKING LOVE HIM SO MUCH CAN YOU BLAME ME

im sorry, i cant get over the fact that q fuCKING SANG SOUND’S SONG FROM MSP IN THE THIRD FUCKING EPISODE OF THE SHOW

HES JUST SO SMOL I FUCKING ADORE HIM SO MUCH DUDE

here to pick up his twink

HES JUST SO SMOL THO LIKE CAN YOU BLAME ME???

I JUST WANNA RUFFLE HIS HAIR AND PINCH HIS CHEEKS HES SO FUCKING ADORABLE

i think i just really love satang cos during msp every time sound was on screen i lost my shit and now every time toey is on screen i lose my shit

btw i fully had to rewatch that entire scene, i was entirely focusing on satang’s little adorable fuckin face that i forgot to read and process the dialogue lmao

his expression is like “did you bring me here to do your chores, or are you gonna be honest and just say you want to makeout"

the real answer is just that he wants to spend time with him btu doesnt know how to do that normally 💀

(and also that he wants to make out with him)

WHY IS EVERYONE SO FUCKING SMOL TODAY

HES TINY

HES THIS BIG 🤏

OML IT HAPPENED FOR LESS THAN HALF A SECOND BUT I PAUSED IT AT THE EXACT PERFECT MOMENT

I genuinely adore accidental kiss tropes in bls, its just so unrealistic its fucking amazing

[insert image of phum's friends walking in here (I had to delete some of my screenshots because I can only do 30 and I dont want to do more than one post for this)]

AND THEN HIS FRIENDS WALK IN, CLASSIC

it's so awkward and I am LIVING for it

people in bls always walk in at the WORST possible moments and its AMAZING

THIS WHOLE SITUATION IS SO RIDICULOUSLY FUNNY TO ME

phuwin’s character trying to cook is so me

and also my sister, one time she was making spaghetti bolognese for us for dinner and she put way too much salt, and then to attempt to solve the problem, she put water into the pan to "evaporate the salt" 💀

the best part is I didnt even realise why that wouldnt work until my brother started laughing

anyway, back to the ep

WHAT DRUGS ARE IN THIS EPISODE TO MAKE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CHARACTER SO BABYGIRL

THEYRE ALL SO SMOL AND ADORABLE AND BBG WHAT IS GOING ON

HES SO TINY

Youre fucking KIDDING

IM SO SUDDENLY INVESTED IN THIS MAIN COUPLE

THAT WAS SUCH A SUDDEN SWITCH BRO

literally last week I was like "yeah okay I like it" and then suddenly im on the verge of tears when they make physical contact???

[insert image of pun eating]

PUN !

MY LITTLE GUY

I ADORE THEMMMMM

oh fuck yes I love this friendship already and it just started

AND CHAIN'S GETTING JEALOUSSSSS FUCK YEAH

they look like tired dads fr

is phuwin just fuckin short or is pond like 3 metres tall cos holy shit

LOOK AT HIM

SMOL BITCHES

EVERYONE'S FUCKING TINY TODAY

woah he really just went for it there

HOLY FUCK HE SAID YES

TAN IS LOSING IT HES SO HAPPY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

great frame

[insert that entire scene with the jump onto him and the holding hands and the FUCKING CHEEK KISS]

HES MY LITTLE FUCKING GUY

HES SO NEURODIVERGENT AND I ADORE HIM

KICKING AND SCREAMING MY FEET RN

he's jealoussssssss

I love pun so much, I truly would die for him

Welcome back to another episode of Toey Thinks Peem And Phum Are Dating (And He’s Right)

Im gonna be completely honest, if pond looked at me like that, id probably do whatever he tells me to without a second thought

thats all im saying

LOOK AT THAT LITTLE FACE

HES SINGING THE FUCKING ABAAB SONG

IM CRYING DUDE THIS IS AMAZING

ARE THEY JUST GONNA SING SONGS FROM OTHER BLS FOR THE QHOLE SERIES? IM FUCKIN DOWN FOR THAT DUDE

this song is so out of winny’s range tho 💀

so fucking SMOL

also chains hand just always naturally rests on pun’s shoulder

literally all the time

what im saying here is I think they should kiss

HE DIDNT JUST GRAB HIS WRIST HERE HE GRABBED HIS HAND ERIJKGBNREJB HOLY SHIT

Cool! 👍

im glad they finally got there

FUCK YES NEXT EPISODE WE'RE GETTING THE SCENE FROM THE PILOT THAT MADE ME LOSE MY SHIT

PUNCHAIN FOREHEAD KISS AND QTOEY CHEEK KISS BITCHES

okay now I just have one final question before I take my leave: what the FUCK was the song playing in the background of the qtoey scene near the end of the episode

it was just electric guitar and I KNOW recognise it but I cant figure out what fucking song it was (literally I finished the episode at like 1:30 but didnt go to sleep til 3 because I was trying to find the song)

so please, if ANYONE recognises it and knows what it is, tell me as soon as you can cos Im fucking dying

update: a moot is pretty sure the song played over other qtoey scenes earlier in the show (the same way msp did with noelm) so now im fuckin PSYCHED for the new song that’s gonna come out eventually

[tickle-bugs]

I just wanted to say regardless of whether you've seen the show that you're my favorite ST writer. I dont know how you capture the characters so well while further developing them perfectly but it's genuinely incredible. I must've read your steddie fics like 97 times just because I adore them <3 If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to maybe see Steve and Eddie! Maybe with "Oh this is too good to pass up" as the dialogue? Either way, you're incredible and I can't wait to read all your other work <3

Okay, wow this is VERY sweet ;w; You are so so kind anon. I think I'm getting better at writing them now after having practiced. Those first fics have a fond place in my heart for being the first ones, but every day I am tempted to rewrite them LMAO

anyways, I'm certainly far from perfect but I'm grateful that you enjoy them!! This warms my heart so much. I really do love writing them and the positive response to those fics made me wanna keep going and improve. Still haven't seen the show yet but honestly I'm chilling in this little niche I've carved for them.

Hopefully this fic makes you happy and pushes me a lil closer to being worthy of the honor of being your fav. Really hope you enjoy--I fuckin love these boys <3

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Ahoy, Sailor

You can read this as a season three au or as season four. Either way, Steve and Eddie have a bitchy will they/won’t they rivalry situation going on. Eddie REALLY likes pushing Steve’s buttons. 

It’s not unusual for Eddie to find his way to the Harrington house for some excuse or another, but he’ll admit it’s unusual to be invited. He tends to just appear and haunt Steve unasked. It’s more fun that way. 

Steve had called him, muttering something about how Eddie needed to come pick up his vest because it ‘smelled like a depressed hippie’. Eddie had fired back that Steve’s room couldn’t possibly smell any better without it, and their usual bickering had Eddie leaving fifteen minutes later with a grin on his face.

He loves Steve. Messing with him, that is. So, naturally, when Eddie ascends the stairs and sees Steve dressed like a little schoolboy, he takes a minute to compose his best jokes.

“Ahoy, sailor.” Eddie whistles, leaning in the doorway to Steve’s room. He drinks in the Scoops Ahoy uniform and all it blessedly has to offer. 

“Wh—oh, fuck off. It’s laundry day.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Aye aye, cap’n.” Eddie salutes. Steve flips him off.

“Cool the attitude, sassy lost child.” Eddie snorts. There’s piles of clothes on every surface in the room, arranged in a way that suggests intention but would baffle even the most equipped psychologist. Eddie wants to ask about the system here, but he knows he’s no better, so he just watches Steve flit around with a little pout on his face. 

“You look like Donald Duck’s worst cousin.” Eddie snickers into his fist.

“You done?” Steve puts his hands on his hips.

“For now.” Eddie shrugs. Steve huffs.

Steve keeps rooting through the piles on the floor--slow enough to be mesmerizing, but fast enough where he’s clearly looking for something specific. Oh, his vest. Laundry. Eddie scans the room until, aha--he spots it hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, smooth and loved. Striking, compared to the state of everything else. Eddie smiles before he can catch himself. 

“My vest is over there.” Eddie jerks a thumb towards Steve’s desk. 

“Yeah, I see that.” Steve gives him a perplexed look. He shakes his head and keeps drifting through the clothes. 

“Then what are you looking for?” Eddie ventures, stepping into the room properly. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t shrug his vest on. It feels like a conclusion of business, a visual excuse for Steve to kick him out despite the olive branch he’s inexplicably extended. 

“A shirt. Robin’s got a date to impress.” Steve sorts through a pile. He looks between a yellow sweater and a green one, sighs, and tosses them both aside. 

“By wearing…your clothes?”

“Yes, Munson, keep up.” Steve puts a hand on his hip. “She’s gonna be here eventually, probably freaking out, and I wanna give her two options. Just two. She’s gotta look good, but she’s gotta be comfortable.”

“Right.” Eddie nods slowly, as if this makes sense. 

“Hey, make yourself useful. I’ve got this shirt, uhm, dark blue? With a little stripe? If you find it, let me know.” Steve flaps a hand at him. Eddie knows precisely the shirt--it fits Steve distractingly well. 

“I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.” Eddie flops backwards on the bed. Steve shoots him a withering look. Eddie gives his most charming smile and folds his arms behind his head. 

God, he loves this part of their little dance. The way Steve looks at him, the undeniable fondness buried beneath the exasperation—it’s a thrill. 

Steve tugs at a shirt underneath Eddie’s body, but he can’t get it free. He heaves a belabored sigh. 

“Do you mind?” Steve’s eyebrow twitches. 

“Not at all. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” Eddie smirks. 

“If you stretch out my shirt, I’m gonna push you in the goddamn pool. Get up!” Steve jabs Eddie in the side. Eddie giggles and flinches violently.

Steve Harrington is looking at him as if he’s the best present he’s ever received, and while some deep and unacknowledged part of Eddie does flips at the sight, it’s terrifying. 

“Oh, this is too good to pass up.” Steve crawls onto the bed after him, his devilish grin curling wider by the second. Eddie’s face burns and he scrambles to flee, but Steve’s already on top of him. 

“Don’t you dare, Harring—aaah!”  Eddie’s soul and dignity flee him in a high-pitched shriek. 

“Holy shit. I’m barely touching you.” Steve staccato pokes him everywhere he can reach, quick and light, and Eddie can’t stop the giggles bursting from him in waves. He wants to think of something witty to say, but it tickles, and Steve’s smirking—it’s a lot to ask of man under these conditions.

Steve starts tickling him in earnest, his fingers skittering wherever they can reach. When Steve trips up his ribs, Eddie arches like he’s being hit with a defibrillator. He smushes his face into his hands, hoping maybe he’ll smother himself and they can call this a day, but Steve tuts at him and pulls his hands away from his face. 

“No way you’re this ticklish,” Steve says again—does he really need to rub it in—and gives Eddie’s sides a curious squeeze. Eddie shrieks and flips himself over, attempting to crawl towards freedom. 

“Where’re you going?” Steve drags Eddie back into place by his waist. He makes an incoherent whining noise that breaks off into laughter and goes limp on the bed. He tries to roll back over but Steve is solid on top of him. Being face-down gives him the small mercy of being able to hide his face while he cackles.

God, he didn’t even know that the back of someone’s ribs could be ticklish. Holy hell. 

Eddie grabs at Steve’s knee and releases a desperate jumble of syllables. Steve yelps and falls backwards off the bed.

Eddie peeks at him over the edge of the bed, laughter petering off into gentle embers. Steve stares up at him, wide-eyed. Eddie backtracks, trying to figure out why a simple touch would’ve elicited such a big reac—oh. Oh. 

Steve’s halfway down the stairs before Eddie even realizes he’s gone. 

“Hey! Get back here!” Eddie skids after him two stairs at a time, swiping at the back of Steve’s shirt. 

Eddie tackles Steve over the back of the couch, both of them a tangle of screeching, flailing limbs. Steve’s stronger but Eddie is scrappy, having long since abandoned his self-preservation instincts. Steve tries to roll them over and Eddie goes limp. Steve grunts under the deadweight, and it gives Eddie the two seconds he needs to clamber on top of him properly. 

“Now—“ Eddie finally wrestles Steve down, huffing a lock of hair out of his eyes— “What the everloving fuck was that?”

“Nothing.” Steve’s poker face is good, but Eddie can see right through that easy smile. He walks his fingers across Steve’s stomach. Steve inhales sharply. 

“Didn’t sound like nothing.” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently. Steve narrows his eyes at him, but his fake smile is very slowly twitching into a real one. 

Spurred on, Eddie kneads into Steve’s stomach, gentle and a little clumsy. Steve trembles under him, wrenching a hand free just to cover his face. Little huffs and snickers wobble out of him. 

“Dishing out what you can’t take? Oh, this is precious.” Eddie snickers. Steve shoves his hand into the side of his face to push him away. Eddie licks it.

Steve screeches, but that breaks the dam. The first beautiful sound from him is a snort. Eddie gasps happily, then laughs right along with Steve. 

It’s not that Steve doesn’t laugh, he does, but it’s often the restrained chuckle that Eddie loves to give every royal NPC in his campaign. Eddie’s never heard anything like this, this bubbly rush littered with voice-cracks and little bouts of nose-scrunched hiccups. He didn’t know Steve was even capable of these kinds of noises.

The stupid little Scoops shirt rides up and Eddie takes advantage of bare skin. Steve squeals and goes boneless on the couch. He hits Eddie with the full brunt of his smile, unfiltered and radiant, and something in Eddie’s chest flutters. 

“EddieEddieEddie--” Steve snorts again, and the speed at which his face turns scarlet suggests embarrassment. Eddie can’t imagine why. 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Eddie reaches behind him and finds Steve’s knee, tickling just where the goofy shorts stop, and Steve wails. He curls his head into Eddie’s chest and seems to resign himself to die there. Eddie has absolutely no feelings about how warm Steve feels or the desperate little leg kick he does. 

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrists and he relents, figuring the promise of future mischief is a sufficient tradeoff for a truce. Steve collapses back into the couch cushions with a delirious little giggle, rubbing his hands over his beaming face. Steve peeks at him overtop his hands, then snickers again. 

The longer they sit here, both breathing a little hard, the longer Eddie has to notice the gentle warmth and curve of Steve’s eyes. A hysterical man would call them doe-like. Eddie accepts this new state of being and leans a little closer. His guitar pick necklace dangles over Steve’s chest. Steve’s jaw falls slack, eyes flitting to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hair falls in a frizzy curtain around them both. 

Eddie doesn’t see Robin so much as he hears her—the screech of disgust bounces off every wall. He pops his head up and they make direct, unfortunate eye contact. She shoots him an all-knowing look with her beady, accusatory little eyes and he gives her his most threatening zip it gesture. 

Steve decides that that’s the moment to counterattack, sending a cackling Eddie toppling off the cushions and onto the floor. Steve slides down after him, ducking under a flailing arm and scribbling his fingers wherever he can reach. Eddie curls up like a pillbug. He can hear Robin saying something but it's unintelligible over the sound of his own laughter.

“I know, right?” Steve grins back at her, then looks back to Eddie. Softly. 

Steve has the audacity to wink at him. Eddie files that little moment away for Tonight Eddie to scream into a pillow about, and instead focuses on launching a counter-counterattack that’ll save his life. 

[jjsstars]

thiamweek2023: day 3, moment of realization

|| for @thiamappreciationweek event

|| tags : love confessions, swearing, post canon, mentions of canon events

It’s not a big moment realization, no moment of dawning that washes over Theo like a wave crashing down, if he’s honest- it’s pretty anticlimactic. He’s midway through driving Liam home from his first lacrosse game of the new season, listening to the other ramble about how they totally should’ve won because the last shot the other team made was ‘super illegal’ and Theo just- knows.

The pieces of everything that had happened in the months before, the years when he really thinks about it, fall into place and he realizes all of it’s been slowly building. He’s super in love with Liam Dunbar. Fuck, this wasn’t on his new year resolution list he made- per Liam’s request- when things settled and he could ‘start new’ after being casted down to hell for however long he was really there. It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t change anything.

“Theo?” The giggling voice of Liam brings Theo back to how he’s stopped at a green light, supposedly for too long since Dunbar has a grin ear to ear.

“Get lost in your head?” He lets out a small huff and rolls his shoulders back while turning the street to Liam’s house.

“You’re blushing, thinking of someone special?” Theo quirks a brow with a glance at Liam, he’s practically the only person Theo’s been around since he got back. Him and select people from the pack, Mason and Corey a lot, but they’re dating and Liam has to know Theo would never impose on that.

“No one.” The lie is such bullshit even Theo feels like cringing.

“Liar. Who is it? Someone new?” As if Theo has any past relationships to compare to, or like Liam would even know if he did.

“They’re not new.” Not in the slightest. Maybe that’s why Theo likes Liam, he’s not new, he’s familiar and trustworthy, someone Theo considers to be a person he can rely on. That’s something Theo’s never really had before, he likes it, whatever it’d be called.

“But they are someone! C’mon you gotta tell me.” A grin creeps over Theo’s face when he looks over at Liam’s too eager expression- he smells like sweat and too strong cologne and happiness and comfort- Theo would bottle the scent if he could, drown himself in it just to have the sense of Liam at his side.

“Not so sure that’s a good idea.” Then again- Theo’s already been to hell, what’s the worst that can happen? If Liam wants to send him back because of a crush Theo could always go into hiding, he remembers all the old tunnels the dread doctors would use, he’s sure he’d get far enough away from California that Liam wouldn’t be able to find him easily. He’s getting ahead of himself— he hasn’t even told Liam yet, he needs to stop planning his ‘what-if’ escape.

“I won’t tell anyone, swear. Not even Mason.” The eyes Liam is giving Theo are downright evil, all big and puppy dog like, pleading with Raeken, practically begging him to spill his guts.

“You really wanna know?” Excitement is basically pouring off of Liam, it covers all his past scents, clogging Theo’s senses and making his head dizzy with the thought that- oh yeah, he’s definitely in love.

“Yes! Tell me, tell me, tell me-.” He cuts Dunbar off with a head shake, knowing he’d go on for hours if not stopped.

“Okay fine, it’s you. I’m blushing cause I’m thinking about you.” His eyes don’t leave the stretch of empty road in front of them, listening to how Liam’s heartbeat sputters and kicks up a few notches, smelling how he goes from excited to confused in seconds, feeling how the air seems to shift in the truck. It makes Theo uneasy and his hands grip at the steering wheel tighter, he hopes it’s not obvious.

“Why am I making you blush?” There’s almost concern in the too genuine question, he really hasn’t put the pieces together.

“Cause I want to kiss you.” Theo has no fucking idea where that came from- he’d slap himself if Liam wouldn’t be able to see it. That’s the exact opposite of what he had meant to say, he was going for something subtle, to nudge Liam in the right direction, not be so extremely direct like that.

“Sorry.” Raeken mutters and squeezes his eyes shut. He totally just fucked things with Liam forever- that plan of escape apparently isn’t such a ‘what-if’ and more of a ‘right-now-before-the-pack-kills-you-again’ thing.

“I want to kiss you too.” Liam says and Theo presses the breaks without thinking, sending both of them stumbling forward a bit but Theo doesn’t care, he turns to stare at Liam head on. Waiting for the moment he starts to laugh and say it was a joke, waiting for him to throw the truck door open and say he’ll walk the rest of the way home, waiting for him to take it back.

“Are you going to keep staring or kiss me?” It takes all of five seconds before Theo’s throwing himself forward to press his lips to Liam’s.

His hand tangles into Liam’s hair instantly, holding him in close, heart racing as their lips move gently against each others. Despite the desperate way Theo’s holding on, Liam is much more careful with how his hand comes to cup Theo’s jaw and his forehead presses to Raeken’s when he pulls away. There’s a soft smile on his lips and his eyes are blown wide again- Theo can’t make himself look away.

“Kiss me again.” He whispers and feels his whole body relax when Liam obeys, still delicate as ever, but it’s perfect. So perfect.

“We should probably get back to the house before another car comes.”

“Right, right- course, yeah.” God he’s an idiot.

“But we should keep kissing when we’re home, if you want to.”

“Yes, yup, definitely want to- ahem- yeah, that’d- that’d be nice.” Liam chuckles lightly and Theo’s whole face burns red as he starts to drive again.

[aerodaltonimperial]

(Here I go writing crap that like 5 people will be excited about, sigh, oh well, feel free to unfollow if I'm not producing what you want anymore but I just wanna write stuff that makes me excited y'know? Anyway here's a little tease of AN ACTUAL AU - surprise surprise - that is another spooky romp tailored entirely to things that I like)

March 4

The air is cool: crisp, the sort that bites at his cheeks. Spring hasn’t rolled in enough to provide real warmth, and on the skateboard, with the wind beating against his face, it’s even colder. But it’s a straight downhill shot to the shore, taking the road that winds around in sharper turns than most cars are prepared for, and Darby’s heart is hammering hard enough against his chest to replace some of the stolen warmth.

Out in the fog, cutting through the mist that hangs over the full stretch of where the sea whips against the coast, the lighthouse is blinking.

Shit.

He takes the next curve with too much speed and almost flips his skateboard, barely managing to stay upright. It takes some adjusted distribution of his weight to remain moving. The last thing he needs right now is to smear himself along the pavement and break something. One more curve, the longest and laziest of the hill, and the road deposits him down at the coast-hugging old highway lit by a few sporadic street lamps. He hops the curb, twists, and continues down the painted yellow line until he reaches the stone pathway that leads back into the old keeper’s house and, beyond that, the tower itself.

There’s a figure already there, standing by the metal fence erected solely to keep curious tourists out. Darby kicks off his skateboard, heart in his throat.

“It’s not doing anything,” he says, without greeting, a knee-jerk response.

Two hands go up in the air, a neutral surrender. “Neither am I. Danhausen just came to check.”

Okay. Relief starts to curl through Darby’s veins, though his heart rate stays elevated. He slides in beside Danhausen and they stare out into the fog for a few moments with only the sound of the wind sighing along the rocks to keep them company. It’s a rocky slope down to the ocean, the sort of beach useless for anything other than fishing; this stretch though, no one travels down to with their poles. The locals all know better.

After a minute, Darby sighs. It’s a painful exhale. “Don’t—”

“Danhausen already said he wasn’t doing anything.” Danhausen shrugs, his mouth thinned. “But if things go poorly…”

“Yeah, I know.” He does. He’s so very aware. Darby throws an arm back to scratch at the nape of his neck. “It’ll be fine. Coast Guard is enforcing the no-sail space. And tourist season won’t pick up til June. We’ve got months to calm it down.”

“Can you?” Danhausen asks. The question rings genuine, and that’s probably the worst part.

“I’ll figure something out. Just don’t…” He doesn’t gesture at the pathway out to the lighthouse, to the bricks that they had carefully reassembled in the still hours of the morning all those years ago. He’s still afraid to draw attention to the failsafe, just in case. Just in case the tower has more eyes than they’d ever anticipated.

“Danhausen will not do anything until it’s unavoidable.”

Darby nods. “Thanks.”

“But,” Danhausen begins, turning to face him. He must have noticed the glow as he was taking his face paint off, because there’s a swipe of it along his jaw still, overlooked. His eyebrows hike high. “This is probably a bad sign.”

“Everything with you is a bad sign.” Darby sighs again. “Fuck.”

Danhausen doesn’t admonish him for the language—he knows better, learned it’s useless. “Darby, look at the lights. You can’t—”

“Yeah, I know.”

Danhausen shakes his head, then glances back to the fog and the yellow light piercing through the murkiness, on and off. Short, short, long. Long, short. The glow reflects on his face, illuminating his features. Normal. It’s always amazing that he looks so normal. Sometimes, Darby even forgets.

Until times like this, anyway.

“Well,” Danhausen says, and pushes away from the fence. “Keep the tourists away.”

“It’s fine. It’s only March.”

“Spring break,” Danhausen says.

Fuck. Darby hadn’t factored that in. “Who would come here, anyway? Boring fucking place. No beaches. They all go south. Hit Mexico. Get in the bars underage.”

“Don’t stay here all night,” Danhausen warns.

Darby nods. “I won’t.”

Danhausen leaves Darby standing by the fence alone, and Darby curls his fingers in through the twined wires, his forehead settling against the barrier. As the lighthouse starts up another round, he taps the pattern against the metal. Four short. Two short, one long. One long, one short. Two long, one short. Short, long, short. Long, short, long long.

Fuck.

He pushes back, but keeps his eyes on the glow as he grabs his skateboard again. Fuck. Darby starts off down the old highway, kicking at the pavement to get speed, but his thoughts stay behind with the tower perched on the surf-beaten rocks and the word repeated, over and over, blink by blink.

H-U-N-G-R-Y

[bellysoupset]

We all know Jonah is a sympathy puker, but what if we could get a time where he’s genuinely sick and no one believes him at first because seeing someone else sick makes him sick? Maybe there’s a bug going around the team and one of the guys starts puking only for Jonah to follow suit, and no one goes thinks to go take care of him because everyone was expecting him to be puking anyways?

SO many possibilities here. Does he ride it out all alone? Or does someone come to his rescue?

And one more, because why not! I'm on a roll. There's another "he hides the sickness" prompt coming with Jonah, so I decided to not dwell too much in that aspect here. Thank you so much for the request!!

This was going to go down as the worst game experience ever, Vince thought forlornly, frowning at the windshield. They had lost, which in itself was bad enough, specially since they had traveled a whole state to get there. But no, they had lost and then the bus had broken, leaving them to either wait until it got fixed - another two days - or carpool home.

Lucas had been the one to decide on renting, all but throwing his credit card at the rental's counter, seemingly annoyed and tired. He always got bitchy when they lost, Vince had brushed it off at the time.

But then they had actually gotten in the car and instead of driving, Lucas had handed him the keys and headed for the back.

"I'm not feeling well," he grumbled and only then did Vince notice his best friend's pasty complexion, "I'm going to try and sleep it off."

Leo had glanced nervously at him, then at Jonah, who was in one of the worst moods Vince had witnessed in a while, "do you wanna sit in the front? Might he-"

"Fuck no," Jonah snapped, "you get nauseous in the back. You take shotgun," it would've been sweet if any of them bought he was doing it for Leo's benefit and not his own.

Vince shrugged, "I can sit in the back and you drive, so Luke takes shotg-"

"No can do," Leo sighed, raising his cast hand, because oh yeah, he had also managed to sprain his dominant hand and was now immobilized.

"Uhm-"

"It's fine, I don't get carsick," Lucas rolled his eyes, "I'm just gonna sleep."

"You better," Jonah scoffed, causing Lucas to glare at him. It started to rain, because why not. Vince let out a sigh, already bracing for the six hours of driving ahead.

The first forty minutes or so had been peaceful. Leo didn't get carsick often in cars, specially not when sitting in the front, so that was a tiny small victory. Vince glanced at the rear-view mirror. Lucas was curled up against the window and he had pulled his hoodie over to block the light, so it was difficult to see his face. Jonah looked constipated, sitting stiffly next to him, as far away as he possibly could in the car.

Forty minutes of blessed peace and then Lucas cut it off with a wet burp.

"Excuse me," he mumbled, voice thick with exhaustion and Jonah winced, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Don't start."

"Fuck off."

"Children," Leo chuckled, "behave."

Vince raised his eyebrows when the well humored comment earned a kick to Leo's seat, by Jonah of all people, whom was closest with the guy than anyone else. Emphasis on shitty mood, uh?

Lucas grumbled something non-intelligible under his breath, but curled back up against the window and everything got quiet once again. Almost quiet, here and there Vince could hear Lucas muffling burps and then-

A belch rolled past Jonah, loud and clear and caused Leo to burst out giggling, "you fucking hypocrite, Jon," he was the only one not in synch with the sullen mood of the car, "who's gross now?"

Jonah opened his mouth to retort, but then Lucas pitched forward with a burp of his own. Wet and disgusting and Vince's heart squeezed in worry.

"You alright, buddy?"

"No," Lucas groaned, while Jonah whispered: "Lucas is still the grossest one."

Vince sighed, "Jonah, stop," he said like a dad, taking his eyes from the road, "Luke, do I have to pull over?"

Lucas shook his head, leaning forward to rest his forehead on the driver's seat in front of him, "nope."

It would've been a lot more believable if his face wasn't milky white.

Vince cursed silently, but there was truly nothing to be done. Not when they were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and it was raining.

"I have a bag, hold on," Leo piped up, reaching clumsily inside his backpack with his right hand. Lucas took it, but didn't open the bag, only kept it crumbled in his fist.

"Not gonna puke..."

"Good." Jonah scoffed, curling up himself. Vince rolled his eyes, he would be much more compassionate about the whole "sympathy puking" thing Jonah had going on, if the man wasn't such a bitch when people were feeling sick.

Lucas let out another moan, a hand digging into his stomach and squeezing his eyes shut, much to Jon's horror.

"Vince, stop the car," he said, while Lucas shook his head.

"I'm not gonna puke, goddammit, it's just cramps!" He said strongly and Jonah glared at him.

"Oh yeah, because the world goes around you, Atwood-"

Lucas raised his middle finger at him, but his hands were shaking badly and it was more concerning than anything. He leaned on the seat, whimpered, pain written all over his face.

"Vin, c'mon, stop-"

"Fucking hell, Jon-" Vince started to say, only to be interrupted by Lucas hurriedly opening the bag and retching. It took no time at all before vomit was rushing out of his mouth and coating the semitransparent bag. Vince turned on the car lights to signal he was gonna pull over and sighed.

"Just one secon-"

He was interrupted by another heave, but not from Lucas. Jonah had a hand firmly planted over his mouth and Leo let out a groan.

"Really, Jon?"

Vince decided that fuck it, he was gonna risk all of them dying instead of being stuck in a car covered in vomit, and swerved the car to the right, to the dust shoulder of the road.

He had barely stopped when Jonah threw the door open and puked out of the door.

Lucas chorused him and Vince himself let out a groan, resting his forehead on the steering wheel. Goddammit. Behind him, he heard as Luke whimpered and sucked in a sob, clearly not wanting to cry, but in pain nonetheless.

Leo was fretting, he had turned on his seat and had his good hand planted on Jonah's shoulder to keep him from toppling over and falling into the puddle of mud and puke.

"Vince, c'mon, do something," Leo pleaded and Vince snapped back into it, turning off the car and getting out in the rain. He circled it to the backdoor, to Lucas' side and opened the door, smoothing a hand down his best friend's back and ignoring the rain soaking through his clothes. The cold kept him alert, at least.

Lucas was shivering and Vince bit down his lip in worry as he realized he was running a fever, "shit, Luke... I'm gonna find us a motel, alright? We can drive tomorrow."

"No, I'm-"

His voice got cut off by Jonah retching, loudly and Vince glared at his back in annoyance. Way to make everything about him.

"I can make it through the drive," Lucas said softly, thumping his chest to dislodge a burp. Leo glared at them both.

"Jonah can't, guys," he scoffed, "he's puking too."

"It's his sympathy bullshit," Vince rolled his eyes, unable to keep the hint of annoyance out of his voice, because Jonah would just have to deal with it. Lucas was worse off.

Still, just as he said it, he felt like an asshole. Sympathy bullshit or not, Jonah was clearly feeling shitty-

Jon heaved again and then let out a whimper. An actual whimper, the first thing that had Vince pausing all day. He glanced at Lucas - who was no help, because he had his eyes screwed in pain and queasiness and was paying zero attention to Jon - and then looked at Leo, seeing as the blonde man had practically climbed over to the backseat.

"Jon?" Leo was saying softly, "man, Luke isn't even puking anymore, breathe..."

Vince felt something horrible settle in his gut, not nausea, just... Guilt. Apprehension.

"Leo, check if he's got a fever," he said slowly, frowning.

Now Leo finished climbing fully into the back, inserting himself between Lucas and Jon and cupped the other man's forehead. His gasp was answer enough, but he said it anyway, "you're burning up, Jon. Why didn't you say anything?!"

"I-" Jonah coughed, couldn't finish his phrase and Vince sighed.

"He did," he pouted, now feeling like the worst person alive, "he asked me to pull over twice."

"Yes," Jon said bitterly, straightening up. His eyes were bloodshot and his dark skin looked practically grey. Cold sweat and rain had covered his shirt, "I told you."

Leo pouted, "I'm sorry-"

"Not you, Vince," Jonah snapped, glaring and Vince made a face too, too guilty to feel annoyed at being singled out.

"I'm sorry, Jon. I should've lis-"

Lucas let out a groan and turned to the side, bringing another stream of barely digested breakfast pancakes, now all over Vince's boots. Jonah's eyes got a glint of victory, but it was tampered by his own gagging.

Vince didn't move, didn't dare even thinking of the mess now covering his shoes. He gulped down, looked up to the dark clouds and planted a hand on Lucas' heaving back, cringing at the heat rolling off of him.

There was no way they were driving for five more hours.

Lucas let out a little moan, leaned forward and mushed his face on Vince's thigh right in front of him, "..'msorry," he slurred, causing the other man to let out a hysterical chuckle.

Jonah grumbled from his side of the car, head hanging outside the door, "that's karma."

Leo was the only one who offered a sympathetic smile and Vince rolled his shoulders, deciding they were too far deep in shit for him to be upset on top of it. He planted a hand on Lucas' hair, pushing it all back and away from his sweat covered face. A rope of spit still hung out of his bottom lip, eyes screwed shut and splotches of red on his pale face.

"We're stopping," he decided, starting to map out the road in his mind, "no arguments."

[youaremy-dreamgirl]

Beautiful tonight

Pairing: Jonghyun x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 963 words

Summary: you don't really need anyone to take care of you when you are sick but Jonghyun thinks otherwise

A/N: an adorable anon asked for a Jonghyun fic and after some time and a lot of thinking I came up with this. Anon, I hope you like it! Thank you for your request, I wasn't sure I was gonna be able to write for him but I genuinely enjoyed doing it 🥰. Credits to @promptplanetblr and their idiots in love prompt list that I used as inspiration!

A/N 2: I hope whoever reads this can find in it some comfort, as this is intended to honor him. As a shawol who has been by their side for over 12 years, I promise you this comes from a place of love and respect for him.

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Was that the doorbell?

Ugh, what time is it?

You slowly open your eyes, only to see you've fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on and playing god knows what. You check your phone right as the doorbell rings again, and you see a message from Jonghyun on your screen from 20 minutes ago that said "I'm on my way"

You groan. You've fallen asleep while you two were chatting and now he's here while you feel like crap and all you want is to keep sleeping until this stupid cold is out of your system.

You open the chat app and see him typing, so you wait for him to finish.

Jjongie: I'm at your door! let me in!

You: dude if you come in you'll get sick

You: also I just woke up so you don't wanna see me like this

Jjongie: I have food and I know you need it

Jjongie: come on it's cold as fuck, open the door

You: you're so annoying

Jjongie: 😚

You get up and go to your door, pressing the button on the intercom that opens the building door below. Dragging your feet, you go to the bathroom to wash up and try to look at least presentable. Your head still hurts and your nose it a bit pink from all the sneezing and rubbing on it. What a lovely view.

He's seen worst, though; like that time when you drank too much so you threw up in his bathroom, and he was sweet enough to make sure you didn't get anything on your clothes. Or the time you fell asleep with your mouth open while you were watching a movie and he recorded you, zooming in on the drool on the corner of your mouth. God he is so stupid; he's lucky you've known each other since you were kids or else you'd have kicked his ass already.

A soft knock on the door makes you sprint to open it. He is wearing a scarf big enough to cover his whole body and you can't help but laugh at his face.

"What's so funny?" he asks as he steps in

"Who did you borrow that from? Hagrid?"

He looks down at his clothes, grabbing a piece of his scarf. "If you had worn something like this you wouldn't be so sick, you idiot"

You stick your tongue out to him and take a step back so he can place the bags he brought on the kitchen counter.

"Have you eaten anything?"

You shake your head, pouting.

He looks at you with a worried look on his face. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts" you shrug

He places the back of his hand on your forehead, and even if it's freezing, it feels comforting on your skin. "You don't have a fever, but you do feel a bit warm" he takes the hand out to look for something in the bag "here, take this"

You open your hand to see some ibuprofen falling on it, and move to the fridge to get some water to swallow them. As you drink, you turn around to see he has turned on the stove and is getting one of your pots from the cupboard, pouring in it a soup he bought and placing it on the fire. You lean back on the fridge to watch him, he is so focused he's squinting his eyes, opening and closing your drawers to find what he needs to cook. He's so sweet for doing this, and you can feel your heart swelling at the way he cares about you.

"You're cute" you say, smiling at him. It takes you a second to realize you've actually said it out loud.

He frowns and looks at you. "What?"

"I said you look like a fruit" you blurt out, kicking yourself internally for coming up with such a stupid answer

"That doesn't even make any sense" he laughs "you sure you are ok?"

"Shut up" you joke, rolling your eyes. As you get closer to him, you can smell the delicious food and hum happily.

He smiles at you, tilting his head to the side. "You look like a fruit too"

You stare for a second until you both burst out laughing, but when your laughs turns to a cough he's quick to rub his hand on your back to help it stop.

"You should really get some rest" he suggests, his hand now resting softly on your lower back "go and wait for me on the couch, I'll take this to you"

"You don't have to baby me" you whine, hugging him by the waist and resting your head on his chest "but thank you"

He places his head on top of yours, smiling in your hair. He lets go of the spoon he's using to mix the soup so he can hug you with both arms, squeezing you.

You stay like that for a moment, the soup slowly cooking while you take deep breaths. You should probably let go before it gets awkward but you don't care, really; you feel safe in his arms and you wish to embrace him for as long as you can.

You lift your head to look at him and he does the same; his eyes are shining brightly and you are certain that's what angels actually look like.

"Pineapple" you whisper

"Huh?"

"You look like a pineapple" you gesture at his head "your hair is a mess"

He snorts. "Ok, well, banana"

"What? Why banana?"

"Your posture is shit" he kisses the top of your head before breaking your embrace "couch, now, you're gonna make me burn the soup"

"Fiiiiiiine" you chuckle "you are so annoying"

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too"

[orcboxer]

i've never gotten in a fight before, what's it like to get punched in earnest?

It depends! How hard the punch is and where the punch lands are the main factors. Also, everyone is built different, so my experience won't be quite the same as someone else's, but if you're curious here's mine:

If you got your guard up and take a hit to your arms, it stings but it ain't bad at all really. Same for anything padded with muscle like the chest or thigh or back. Like unless it hits the funny bone or some other weird nerve, it's just whatever imo.

Getting punched in the solar plexus can hurt like hell and knock the wind outta you, but if you keep your abdominals tensed it really reduces the damage of the blow, and makes a lot of body shots feel like nothin. Still gotta be careful about it though, obviously, a punch to the gut is way better than a punch to the solar plexus, but yeah. Surprisingly I've never had a broken rib but I expect that would hurt like hell too so just keep your guard up and stay mobile and hopefully you just never have to worry bout it lmao.

A punch to the face is complicated. The nose and temple are the worst, in my experience, the pain being immediate and sharp. The nose is sensitive and bleeds a lot, it's annoying.

When I've been punched in the cheek, jaw, or eye (which obviously fucks up yer vision), the pain wasn't immediate, it took a few seconds, by which point the adrenaline kicked in. The first punch to the face typically stuns you, there's a moment of shock especially if you weren't expecting it, and for me it was surprisingly less painful than I expected, which I'm sure hasn't been everyone's experience, but you'll definitely be feelin it the next morning regardless.

Your mouth is filled with sharp rocks (teeth) so the first place you start bleeding is typically in there (wear a mouthguard), but when I'm wearing a mouthguard I don't even notice it until after the fight. With fighting as with sex, always always use protection. Not just mouthguard but hand-wraps too, you do not wanna fight with unwrapped fists, you'll fuck up your hands so fast and it'll suck.

If you get punched at the right force and angle, you might start "seeing stars" which is where these little flecks of golden light drift around your vision like dust motes -- this indicates your brain got jostled. For me the headache hits in waves radiating from within, and like, the best way I can describe it is a "cold" pain, as opposed to the "hot" pain you get with like a cut on your skin.

Everyone is a little different in terms of how the adrenaline hits em. For me it's like this. Your brain is switching over to fight mode, where words don't exist, just movement. All communication sounds muffled, complex sentences are just noise, time feels like water, and you are bursting with energy. It's exhilarating, and for some folks, like me, it makes minor pain from punches somehow feel great, kinda feels like stretching out your muscles after a long car ride, it's hard to explain, but the function of that is that it makes it easier to shrug off blows and move confidently, which is important cuz bein afraid of gettin hit can be a huge hindrance.

The final factor is context. And this is a surprisingly important one. If we're talkin boxing or mma or just fighting with friends for fun, it's great and it hurts less. Especially with friends, they ain't gonna want to seriously injure you so overall it's just exhilarating and fun. I'll come out of a friendly match covered in bruises and glowing. But a serious fight, with hard feelings or actual danger, sucks, it hurts more and can be traumatic, so, as much as I love to pick fights, consent is everything.

I do genuinely recommend boxing or whatever other martial art really appeals to you, if that's ever somethin you're interested in. Not every gym is gonna be right for you, and some fights are gonna turn south unexpectedly, but for me the hobby itself has been really empowering (not counting these pandemic years, since I can't fight anyone) and, weirdly, it gives me gender euphoria lol. It ain't for everyone but I love it.

[mrsackermannx]

Thank you for your reply. You are really kind ily 🥹🥹

Pcos is really hard to deal with. It has fucked me up so bad. From facial hair to hyperpigmented private parts, it has given me everything. I'm so fucking insecure. It's hard not to be😭 I wanna look pretty. My doc gave me heavy meds I was nauseous the whole time I took the tablet. It was hell. Besides i had severse foodpipe ulcers. Now I'm off tablet. I'm just so much so worried about my hair only. I also had to have dandruff!!! Just my life ugh. I had hair down upto my knees. I had to cut it short as it got tangled all the time and it made extra hairloss. Im jsut 18. Haven't even joined university yet. Other girls are pretty ugh. Sorry I jsut ranted. I'm tempted to just shave my head at times. I cry every night lmao.

It is kinda good to know that I'm not alone (although I hope none of us have to grow through this) and thanks for the "don't"s 🫶🫶

Do you have any scalp washing tips btw?

If I touch my head, there's no hair..it's just touching my scalp directly lol bald me

BEAUTIFUL GIRL OF COURSE! I never want my pcos girlies to feel silenced???😚😚 first of all….Oh the facial hair has been kicking my ass since i was 15 and im 21 girl 😭😭 but i will say, at 19-20 it peaked for me, i hit rock bottom and i do think that the external stress of uni pushed it but i also thing it’s a genuine like canon event for us pcos girlies, i truly believe that until ur pcos really gets you down, you can’t rise up from it. i was the biggest id ever been, lost all my hair, facial hair was insane!!

i mean this in the best way, because I’ve been there girl, i still am there, i get laser on my face and neck, i wash my hair and like it gives me anxiety just washing my hair and seeing the loss, feeling the loss of density, like you i had hair down my back my whole life and i cut it over a year ago and now it has grown back thicker at least bc mine was all straggly at the worst point😭 i KNOW your pain.

BUT everybody always told me that the older i get it will level out and trust me it does!! and it did. im 21 and things have settled, we can only go through this process. i promise you, it gets better. my hair is still thinner but it shines and i put love into it!! i oil my scalp every time i wash it, I’ve been doing it for 8 months religiously.

and girl you are pretty!! i used to read the r/pcos thread a lot bc it made me feel less alone and like, i saw a post once venting about how hard it is having so much maintenance, to wake up and have to shave your face, to be conscious, to have to cover hair loss. that constant weight of having to get up and do all these steps that you feel other women don’t. i know the frustration, i have bumps and marks and body hair that makes me sob if I don’t shave it and then I look down in the shower and it hits me. but it’s also okay to pay for the things like laser or waxing, or learning how to wax etc, we have to manage in any way, we are allowed to prioritise and do things that make us feel beautiful bc we deserve it. we have to adapt rather than hoping it might just disappear, and we have to accept it🥺🩷

but diet is huge!! at least try and have a protein heavy breakfast!! 30g of protein is such an important aim, I promise that makes such a difference. definitely try not to have a lot of sugar in the morning. i only drink water or spearmint tea. matcha tea can be good bc it’s better then coffee, but I never drink caffeine because it’s so bad for us pcos girls especially on an empty stomach!! try and eat good fats!! and also integrating exercise!! and also MANAGE STRESS BABE I MEAN IT

but you are still beautiful, effortlessly and with your ways of coping. there is nothing wrong with us!! don’t be sorry for ranting at all, i also wanted to shave my head at the height of my weight loss i had a huge bald spot and it’s still kinda there 😭 i know this shit is REAL

but definitely check in with a doctor if you can get any advice/meds that could help, maybe a birth control pill could help you but again I don’t recommend that due to my own experiences bc it gave me severe acne, migraines and other things but tbf my hair was lucious😜, pcos is a lot of trial and error and seeing what might work for you.

as far as tips go!! look into Indian/arab/ayuverdic routines on TikTok/youtube!!! look up ways to massage your scalp!!!

here are my fave creators !!

@golabbeauty on tiktok for hair loss, hair oiling, diet, she has pcos herself!

@zoeantonia_ tiktok + instagram!! pcos positivity for facial hair, bloating, skin!! she also gives great diet and workout advice and she’s amazing!!

@mila.magnani on tiktok! pcos creator amazing!!!!!!

but i want you to know that you don’t have to start everything now, that you can eat something one creator says not to!! you will find your rhythm with this! steal, twist, tailor everything you hear and see creators doing !! whether it’s making your own mixture of oils for oiling or making some kind of nightly mock tail for your hormones you’ve found!! either way i believe in you and im always here <3333 educate yourself but don’t overwhelm yourself! time is your biggest ally, my heart goes out to you angel <3

[television-pil0t]

The worst part is I genuinely love him. I love him so bad. I love everything about him. From his laugh to his shitty jokes to the way he insults me to make me laugh just enough to almost not realize it hurt a little. I still get nervous around him. Sometimes just because I know he can be pretty mean sometimes. I never bring it up because.. tbh I’m just kinda scared he’ll call me weak. I know I’m not. I’m stronger then him that’s for sure but I guess that’s why it would be so annoying for him to say? Like how could you say that? I’m still crushing on him. Not in a “I get butterflies” way. Even tho I do. But in a “I want him to be impressed. I want him to be happy with me. I want him to love me atleast a little bit as much as I love him.” Kinda way. He used to say “oh I love you more” and it would honestly be completely true a month ago because.. I mean you know what you did. It felt kinda good in a way. To finally genuinely be loved more? Not like I did anything with that information/feeling. I’m the riddler I’m not about to take him though some trials just to see how much he’ll keep loving me, but it did feel good. Now I KNOW I love him more than he loves me. It’s just like.. mm. This again. I love him. He can do just about anything to me again and I’d just smile and take it. Vent online because if I confront him he’ll either cry or get mad. So all I can do is love him sometimes. I just remember him telling me “I always love you but sometimes don’t like you” and just sit here and think. Idk shits crazy. I love him with such a fire inside me. It’s the only real thing I feel. When I’m not around him a crave him while being completely content with what I’m doing all alone. It’s like I fight myself. I love him. I live for him and his joys and laughs. I’m the sun that rises so people can see him and I’m the sun that sets so people can go to sleep remembering him. I love to see him laugh and I wish to see him dance. I want to see him run around outside and clean his room. I wanna see him just sitting there listening to music. I wanna see him cry. I wanna see him beg me for forgiveness while I beat the shit out of him. I want to look down and see his fucking blood on my god damn hands and splash it back in his face. I wanna kick him in the stomach for making my hands dirty. I want to hear him scream and beg and tell me he’s fucking sorry. God I just want him to scream he’s sorry one good time and maybe I’d be ok then. The physical pain would never add the fuck up to anything he’s put me though. Atleast he’d look at me and genuinely be fucking scared. I want him to be scared of me just as much as he knows he needs be because I love him. I want to keep him safe and I want him to know I genuinely mean well. I want him to come to ME with his problems. I want him TO CRY TO ME! I want him to need ME! I want him to want ME. Me and me only. I fucking LOVE him. It’s not fucking fair the shit I have to go though. I don’t wanna meet your fucking friends I just want you. As long as your right beside me then I’m fine. Then everything is fine. To kiss his lips and hold his hand. To look at him and knows HE KNOWS I can replace him if I wanted but I just don’t wanna. For him to need me. I wanna feel him grab on to me and hold on for dear fucking life in fear. I don’t care what clothes and make up he puts on I just want him to ask if he can post a picture of him before he does it. Am I insane. Sure. Of course. Yet I want that. I never want him to think for a second he’s above me that fucking f*gg*t bitch boy. I can’t stand when he thinks he’s better than me. I love him. I love him so much. More than anything. I’d do anything for him. No matter how much I wanna hurt him I love him 10x more. I wanna hold his face. I wanna tie his shoes just as much as I wanna help him take off his clothes. I wanna be there for him. I wanna buy him things. I know I can’t buy everything. I know I can’t get him everything. Surely not happiness but I will get pretty damn close. Everything he needs. I wanna be there while he works. I wanna come home and cook.

[nimbuslich]

Nona the Ninth Spoilers!!!

So I took notes through my first read through of ntn each time I felt a Strong Emotion™ so here is what my experience was like:

I think it's Gideon in harrows body

Omg poor cam and palamedes not being able to see each other or talk or anything!

Poor cam & palamedes having to basically be parents to their amnesiac friend. They love Harrow & Gideon so much they're caring for Nona like a child when she's their age, they were peers, allies, but they are so tender with her it's heartbreaking

She is so innocent and they are all in so much pain but they won't break that illusion even though she's someone they once could've confided in & relied on oh goooddddddddd

"Salt water made her feel as though, if there was someone in there with her, she would suddenly know the words to tell them everything." -screaming, crying, throwing up, etc. (Edit: tamsyn didn't have to do this to me. She wrote that line KNOWING I would never be ok again after reading it)

FUCKING cam & palamedes coming together to save Nona and almost dying but FUCKING CAM says "it was good, WE WERE HAPPY" ?!?!?!???!?!! AAAASHHHHHSHHDJDJDHEURHSJHSKABDBDJAJGDHDJANDHDJJDHDJAKWJDHCUBEUFDHDJAIZNDYRHDBDHDYEHABXHFJAKSNXBFHDHANZJDHDIEUÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Nona expresses her love for her friends so openly, which both Harrow and Gideon were never good at. This is the first time either feels safe and loved and they don't even understand how special it is 😭

Corona is the WORST

Ugghhhhhh Judith calling Nona "reverend daughter" gave me goosebumps. It's just, like *incoherent screeching*

I CANNOT HANDLE THE IDEA THAT ALL THESE PPL ARE LOOKING AT HARROW, HARROWS STUPID LITTLE FACE AND HER TINY STUPID BODY, BUT NONA IS IN THERE?!?!? DUMB IDIOT BABY IN HARROWS POINTY SAD BITCH FACE?!?!?!?

also holy fuck is she hallucinating?!?!? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING I HATE IT HERE

I miss Harrow 😢

I have zero thoughts about these John chapters except that he's a stupid liar face and I hate him.

Also the farther I get in this book the more I see why tamsyn said Nona sucks, cause she really really does. Bitch just ate a pencil.

ALSO if Nona is Gideon she WILL NOT SHUT UP about how pretty she(in harrows body) is, so, like.... We all knew Gideon secretly thought Harrow was hot but now her stupid amnesia brain confirmed.

No no no no no nO NO NO NONONNONONONONONONOOOOO

😰notgideonotmysweetbabynooooooooo

Uuugggghhhhhhhh cam and warden are everything I adore them WHY CANT THEY BE HAPPY OMGGGGGGGG

Ugh John sucks so bad

Who the FUCK is IN THERE OH MY GOOOODDDDDDDD

Palamedes you sweet baby 😭 I really wish we'd gotten to see more of him & harrow being friends.

I stg if John is using my sweet angel baby's body like a puppet I am going to explode

Cannot believe i genuinely missed ianthe. Saint of awe is badass AF. Also obsessed that she's here for Harrow (cause Harrow isn't allowed to die until ianthe wife's her up)

Nona fought two handed 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHO SHE IISSSSSSSSS

Literally how dare they drag poor Gideon's body around like that ALSO JOHN IS THE BIGGEST LIAR TO EVER LIE I HATE HIM SO MUCH OMG

Also ianthe is such a little shit her & corona are so gross.

Oh god palamedes saying he misses Harrow is TOO MUCH 😭😭

I am not prepared for how shit a job Nona is gonna do pretending to be Harrow

If Pamilla(Calamedes?) Dies I riot.

AHHHHHAHAHAHAHA CAMILLA IS SUCH A BADASSSSSS

WHHHAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT PALAMEDEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS AHHHHHH

(I am cackling like a madman but also kicking my feet and twirling my hair like a schoolgirl I lovE THEM SO MUCH) my boy is free 😭 I stg if he & cam don't make out IMMEDIATELY I will be furious!

Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg GIDEON OMG GIDEONGIDEONGIDEONGIDEON

oh.

I wanna puke.

Pretty on the nose with the whole "makes a woman out of rib & dirt" business.

"Go Loud" 😭😭😭😭😭

I love them. I love them so much. Palamedes Sextus and Camilla Hect are perfect and I love them so so so so much. Every inch of this story is agony except the shining light of palamedes and Camilla.

Disgusted they're calling themselves Paul. Awful 0/10.

Gideon is being such a shit rn but her jokes are just as bad as ever so I forgive her.

Tamsyn is teasing me, making me think Harrow is gonna run into the convoy truck and her & Gideon will make out and be happy forever but that's NOT GONNA HAPPEN cause she's a DICK.

Never underestimate the importance of a good puppy 🥰

Oh god I hate that Gideon is back here. She's shouldn't have to be back here!!

Omg my poor baby having to look at Harrow's face without Harrow in it. I want Gideon Nav to have never felt pain ever in her life.

Oh god Gideon fuck this is so awful.

Anastasia?!???!?

"Then Perish" 😂😂😂

What the fuck and holy shit and also FUCK YES Gideon GET YOUR GURL PLEASE!!

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Not A Date

Summary: You’re Bruce’s cute little intern and he has a crush on you, but doesn’t want to admit it. Except Thor’s kind of his best friend and can tell. He just needs a little push.

Pairings: Bruce Banner x black!reader x Thor

Warnings: smut, mmf threesome, age gap, daddy kink, swearing

(A/N: decided to change it up a little to celebrate 500 followers 🥳. It’s a little long. Enjoy, like, and reblog.)

Tagged: @titty-teetee​, @harrysthiccthighss​, @iam-laiya, @sweeterthanthis , @night-of-the-living-shred​, @mariahthelioness29, @liquorlaughslove, @blackmissfrizzle

Bruce would have never thought about being with someone that worked under him until you. He liked to think of himself as a man with integrity when he wasn’t the Hulk. Yet he found himself thinking about you in the worst ways.

It was worse because you were half his age. He never wanted to cross that line. Despite Tony trying to convince him to ask you out for drinks. He didn’t wanna freak you out or make you think he was a creep. You really had no business looking that sexy in a lab coat, though.

What was worse was that it seemed like he couldn’t get a break from you. You genuinely enjoyed his company. You were eager to learn and Banner was definitely eager to teach you.

The only problem? Thor had taken a liking to you. How the fuck was he supposed to compete with that.

Would you rather have Banner? A nerd that spends all day in the lab or Thor. A king from another planet whose people had been forced hereafter said planet had been destroyed. The choice seemed pretty obvious to him.

Not that Thor wasn’t great. After everything that’s happened Bruce and Thor were practically best friends. Thor gotten him through a really rough time and obviously Banner had been there to help the god save his people. Then after everything with Thanos. They’d bonded in a way neither of them had expected.

He doesn’t even know why he tortures himself thinking about it. It was bad enough that the King of New Asgard was making googly eyes at you. Or that you seemed to be reciprocating it.

You were doing it right now. Laughing about something he said while his friend trailed his different colored eyes up and down your body. He couldn’t even blame him.

“Banner, you want to come out with us for dinner?” Thor had asked as you’d started taking off your coat getting ready to leave the lab for the day.

Bruce sighed. Why did Thor have to torture him like that. “No, it’s okay.”

“Oh, come on, Dr. Banner,” your voice was so smooth and sultry. Like you were always about to whisper something dirty. “Come out with us. All work and no play make you a dull boy.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose on your date,” he said as he finished packing up.

You tilted your head to the side with those confused puppy dog eyes. “Date? This isn’t a date. We’re just bored. And I wanna get drunk.”

“Yeah.” Thor nodded. “Just three friends having a few drinks and dinner.”

Banner looked between the two. Both of them with those sweet looks on their faces. Why the fuck did Thor have to be one of the nicest beings he’d ever met. It was hard to say no to him.

“Okay fine. Where are we going?” He asked as he finished packing up.

“It doesn’t matter as long as I get nachos!” You replied with a grin. “But I need to change first. I feel icky.”

Bruce had decided to do the same. He didn’t want to admit it, but he wanted to at least look nice for the first time you’d be seeing him out of work. Not that he was planning on acting out on any feelings. Again. He didn’t wanna freak you out.

“I know your secret.” Thor narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face making Bruce almost smack onto him when he’d walked out of his room.

“Jesus, Thor!” He put his hand over his heart trying to not freak out completely.

He put his hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I do know your secret, though.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You like Lady Y/N. Am I right?”

His jaw dropped, but he tried to sober up quickly. “Wha- what. Why, why would, what makes you think that?” He stuttered.

“I’m a fertility god.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “I can tell these things.”

“Oh...” he trailed off his cheeks getting bright red.

Thor laughed. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She’s beautiful.”

“She’s half my age,” he replied.

“So?” He frowned in confusion. Of course, Thor would have no concept of an age difference when he’d lived through centuries.

Bruce sighed. “So, it’ll look odd if I start dating my twenty-five-year-old intern, Thor.”

He shrugged. “Look I’m sure Stark has done much worse. Don’t worry about what people will think or you’ll never get your chance.”

—

You sipped from your margarita from your spot beside him. Why’d you have to be so close. Not that he was complaining. You’d started drinking the tequila before you’d even gotten the chance to get your food.

It was so different seeing you out of the lab and compound. You were dressed so simply in a white v neck tucked into your black jeans and a pair of black boots, but you looked so good. Your hair was up and done in your natural look. Like a cute pineapple.

“Wait, can either of you even get drunk?” You asked.

Thor had set down his beer and nodded. “I can, there’s nothing like Asgardian mead, though. What about you, Banner?”

“I don’t drink. Not sure how the big guy would react,” he answered.

She nodded. “That makes sense. Hope you guys don’t mind if I get drunk as fuck.”

“Feel free,” Thor replied. “We’ll protect you. Won’t we?” Thor kicked him lightly under the table.

“Yeah... yeah,” Bruce replied.

“Dr. Banner, loosen up. We’re here to have fun.” You nudged him.

“Yeah you’re right,” he replied a tiny smile appearing on his face as he tapped his fingers against the table. “I guess a beer wouldn’t hurt. If anything, we can just stay at Tony’s.”

“How many homes does this man have?” You asked wrinkling your nose. 

—

Thor spun around with you on his back as you guys walked towards the entrance of the complex Bruce had told you that Tony wouldn’t mind if the three of you crashed in for the night. Just because Stark Tower was gone didn’t mean the billionaire didn’t have other properties around New York.

Banner laughed as he walked behind the both of you. He’d stuck to a beer to be safe and had loosened up at least a tad. He’d enjoyed seeing you have fun more than anything. All those stories the three of you would share. Of course, nothing compared to the odd adventures Thor had over the centuries, but still entertaining nonetheless.

Once you’d made it in you pretty much skipped inside as you looked around the penthouse. “Wow is it weird that I’m surprised that he’s trusting us with this place?”

“What’s not to trust?” Banner asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, come on. This is the face of a troublemaker.” You made a kissy face at him.

He shook his head. “You look like you stay up watching Bill Nye the Science Guy.”

Your jaw dropped. “Hey! Bill Nye is a national treasure. I used to have a crush on him. I think I have a thing for nerds.” You shrugged as you walked over to the kitchen.

Thor wiggled his eyebrows at Banner before motioning at him with his head. Bruce in turn shook his head at his friend. “Just talk to her,” Thor whispered still a little too loudly.

“No,” he replied.

“Think Tony will get mad if I drink some of his wine?” You asked as you took a wine glass.

“Eh, Stark will be fine,” Thor replied. “Enjoy yourself.”

So, the three of you had settled down to watch a movie. You’d also maybe raided the pantry which led to you and Thor throwing M&Ms into each other’s mouths while Bruce munched on chips. “At least Tony let us stay in the place that has snacks.” You laughed.

“Or does he know?” Thor asked with a smirk leaning over to steal one of Bruce’s chips.

“We’re not breaking and entering, are we? Because you guys might be able to get out of it, but...”

“We’re fine,” he answered, waving you off. “This is like the party house.”

“Yeah and where he goes when he wants to snack away from Pepper,” Bruce said with a smirk on his face.

“Wow shady, Dr. Banner,” you gasped with a giggle.

He groaned. “How many times have I told you to call me Bruce.”

“What if I like it?” You teased. “Besides if I call you Bruce I’m gonna end up calling you Brucie.”

“How about you can call me whatever you want then.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and he knew he was in for trouble. “Fine. What if I call you Daddy?”

For a minute, Bruce was sure his brain had short circuited. As soon as that word left your mouth, he could feel it happen. He closed his eyes for a minute. Almost like he was savoring it. He opened his mouth ready to say something witty or flirty or anything and, “Uhhhh...” It was like his voice had short circuited.

“Bruce, I’m kidding.” You laughed as you stood up, poking his shoulder. “I’ll be right back. I have to pee.”

As his friend was trying to process what had just happened, Thor sat beside staring at him with a dopey grin on his face. “I told you,” he teased waving his hands excitedly.

“She was just joking,” he quickly retorted.

Thor shook his head still absolutely beaming. “No. She’s totally into you.”

Bruce groaned because even if you were, it was still so inappropriate. “Thor, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Who’s going to stop you?” Thor shrugged. “Now fuck the twenty-five-year-old or whatever that is.”

“Thor!” Banner said, feeling himself almost lose control. The Hulk must have had a crush on you, too, because he did not like the other man talking about you like that.

Thor quickly sobered up, not meaning to push him that far. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said.

“Is everything okay?” You asked peeking out of the bathroom. You looked a little panicked because in the few weeks you’d been helping him you’d never seen him go Hulk. This was the first time you’d even gotten a glimpse of him.

“Yeah. Just...” Thor looked at Bruce. “Give us a minute, Sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you replied softly biting your lip and close the door again. You’d already been over so many evacuations plan for just in case it happened, but you kind of cared about him so it would be kinda hard to see him like that.

“You okay?”

Bruce had his eyes closed and nodded. “No. I’m fine. I just... he wanted to come out and play a little.”

“You sure? We can go for a walk if you want. Clear your mind or whatever.”

He laughed. “No. I’m okay. Thanks. Y/N, you can come in!”

You peeked your head out again, looking between the two of them. “Everything cool?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Bruce answered feeling a little bad if he’d scared you. 

You came back over and took a seat on the couch that was across from them. Like you weren’t sure if you should get close. 

“Y/N, you can sit here,” he said, looking down at your former spot on the floor. 

You knew he hadn’t done it on purpose, but this kind of felt like a command and you found yourself complying. You weren’t even sure if it was from what’d just happened or from the daddy thing. “Okay,” you replied softly, making your way over.

You sat criss cross applesauce in between them. Thor peeked out from over the top of your head, staring him down. ‘Do it,” the god mouthed to him. You looked over and groaned. “Shoot forgot to get more wine,” you said standing up again.

“Banner, be a man,” Thor mumbled.

“I could say the same thing for you.” 

“I am a man. I would have kissed her already. Taken control. Like a man.”

“I don’t want to scare her off.”

“So, you do like her!” Another grin grew on his face. “I told you.”

Bruce groaned softly. “Why would I want to do that with you here anyway?”

“Just trust me on this,” he replied as you walked up with another glass. They probably should have stopped you because by now you were pretty tipsy.

“Ohh, trust you with what?” You asked, sitting back in your spot.

“Nothing,” Banner replied. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does, but he won’t admit it.” Thor added with a dramatic sigh. 

You scrunched up your face in this cute pout as you got on your knees to wrap your arms around Bruce’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Brucie. I won’t let Thor bully you.”

Thor was so giddy. 

Your breasts were so close to his face. “I thought you were supposed to call me Daddy?” He asked, looking up at you.

You got back on your knees your arms still around him. “Bruce! You’re so bad.” He could have done it. Just moved a little bit closer. Instead he froze again. 

At that exact moment. While you were waiting right there. For him to just move closer to you. To connect your lips. His fucking phone rang. He groaned, resting his head against your shoulder. He dug it into his pockets to answer it. “Fucking Tony.”

You retracted your arms as he got up to take it. You leaned back resting your ass on your heels. “What, Tony?” He said a little harshly into the phone after he’d made it into the hallway.

“Where’d you put my wrench?” He asked and Bruce could hear the clattering of things being moved in the background. 

“Seriously? This is what you’re calling me about?” Bruce laughed sarcastically.

“I texted you, but you never got back to me. I knew you three were out on your date thing.”

“It’s not a date, we’re just hanging out,” Bruce replied clearing his throat. “Why would you call it a date?”

“Yeah, whatever. Keep lying to yourselves. Anyway, where’s my wrench?”

It took a minute, but he’d finally found it and he was hoping he could get back to where the two of you were a moment ago. 

It didn’t even make any sense. He was a fifty-year-old man, he shouldn’t have even been trying anything with you. Yet there he was ready to risk it all. For as Thor kept putting it, twenty-five-year-old pussy.

Of course, though, Bruce had the worst luck in the world. Between the Hulk and that whole thing. Making Ultron. Yeah, he’d fucked up a few times. Apparently walking away from you was one because there you were with his one of his best friends making out with you just like how he was supposed to.

Thor pulled away from your mouth to start kissing her neck. His hand went to one of her breasts. You looked up at him with this troublemaker eyes. “I told you to be a man, Bruce,” Thor said, in between nips on your skin. “So, I’m showing you how.”

He could feel his face getting hot. Like the big guy was threatening to come. He didn’t want you to see him like that, but as you stood up you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“It’s okay. I have enough holes for the both of you.”

His jaw dropped, but he couldn’t respond as you’d already smashed your lips into his. Your mouths worked together. His hands stayed at his side as you pushed him back until he could sit on the couch.

You climbed on his lap. Straddling him as his hands went to your ass like it was an instinct. He could pretty much hear the Hulk actually giving him kudos for doing it.

“See how much better that is,” Thor said sitting next to the two of you as he started kissing your neck.

Bruce thought for a minute. He should be telling Thor to go away, but the fertility god was just trying to help him out. Maybe he could play and not really touch.

“Brucie,” you moaned as he started to trail down your neck with his lips.

“Been teasing me all night. Haven’t you?” He said, into your ear.

You nodded with a chuckle as you started to roll your hips against him. He moaned into your neck as he cupped the bottom of your ass. You gasped, “Daddy.”

His dick rubbed into you in the most delicious way. Fuck he felt so damn good. “That’s such a good girl,” Thor said, coming to sit the beside of you.

“Thor!” Bruce pulled away.

Thor rolled his eyes. “Stop making this weird.”

You laughed grabbing the man who’s lap you were currently on top of. “It’s okay,” you said in such a cute way, your body perking up.

He sighed before looking at Thor who started to kiss your neck again. You didn’t even give him a chance to think as you smashed your lips against his. It didn’t take long for that to become his focus.

One of them started to pull your shirt up making the other follow. You helped them as you pulled it from your body, lifting it over your head. They kissed the tops of your breasts as Thor reached behind to undo your bra. “Look at these beautiful fucking tits,” Thor said licking your nipple.

Banner went back up to your lips, grabbing your ass with so much more force. Suddenly Bruce stood up with you wrapped around his waist. Ended up dropping you so your back was against the couch. You squealed then laughed as he started kissing you again.

There was still enough room between the two of you to where Thor could fondle you and kiss your neck. Honestly you felt like a fucking goddess with the two of them worshipping you like that.

You started to undo Banner’s shirt needing so much more. He helped to undo the rest while you reached forward to unfasten his belt. He was quick to help so you could start to work off your own pants.

It all happened so quickly. Before he knew it the both of you were naked and you were ready for him to fuck you. “Please,” you whined.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“For you to fuck me.”

Just like that he slammed into you, not being able to wait anymore. Fuck it had felt so good. He’d been wanting to do this ever since you started coming around. All that pent-up sexual frustration.

The noises coming out of your mouth were perfect. He couldn’t believe he was finally inside of you. “Yes,” you moaned.

Thor had taken his dick from his pants as he watched the two of you. Bruce never thought he’d find himself here. Fucking you with his best friend stroking himself as he watched. It was probably hotter than any porn he’d ever watched.

“Harder,” you whimpered.

“Fuck her like a man, Banner,” Thor groaned. “Like the slut she is.”

“Yes,” you mewled.

Banner groaned before pulling out of you. “Turn over.” He demanded.

You did as you were told, flipping onto your stomach so your ass was in the air. He wasted no time in slamming into you making you yelp. “That’s good, Banner. Fuck her just like that.” Thor reached out to stroke your cheek. “You look so beautiful getting your cunt stuffed.”

You moaned looking up at the god with big doe eyes. The way you were biting your lip. Banner honestly felt intoxicated just from being inside of you. As he worked his hips back and forth while you worked back against him, he honestly felt like he’d died and went to heaven. Even Hulk was giving him props.

“That’s it,” Thor groaned as you finally put your mouth on his dick. As much as he was trying to resist it before, it was kind of hot to see you getting your face fucked by Thor as he fucked your pussy. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned taking your mouth off of Thor. Bruce rubbed your clit making trying to coax it out.

You tightened around him. He honestly felt like you were trying to milk his dick. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Cum for me, Baby. Be a good girl and cum for Daddy.”

His words made you explode because you were not prepared for him to say anything like that. Banner pulled out of you helping you flip back over onto your back. He once again wasted no time to enter your overly sensitive pussy.

You scratched his back and he noted that it was probably his favorite feeling. The way you raked your nails up and down. “Oh, Daddy.”

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned.

Thor got on his feet so he could get access to your mouth once again. You turned your head, ready to serve. “Thor!” Banner groaned.

“It’s okay,” you moaned. “I like it. And, look at how pretty it is.”

“See, Banner. It’s okay.” Thor moaned feeling your tongue back on him.

Besides it felt kind of good to be this desired. As a woman of science there was something so hot about Bruce Banner fucking the shit out of you while your mouth was full of dick from an alien god king. This was like your dream come true.

Though hesitant at first, Bruce was finding himself enjoying seeing your mouth be used by Thor at the same time as he fucked you. The way you licked it like he was your favorite popsicle before taking into your mouth. He could tell you were having a little trouble me multitasking since you kept pulling away from Thor to moan.

“Fuck, Daddy!” You whined having to pull away from the other dick once again. Your head was swimming because it was almost too much, but you were determined to please.

“Ah, ah, ah, Pet, I didn’t tell you to stop,” Thor scolded grabbing the puff of hair on top of your head so he could push back into your mouth. Even at the strange angle you were sucking his dick like a perfect little cocksucker.

It honestly looked so good. Seeing you moan as you tried to keep up. Bruce’s mouth was practically watering as he looked down at your spread-out legs and the way you attempted to take his best friend down your throat. He wasn’t sure if you could because Thor was as big as he looked like he’d be. Then again seeing you choke on him sounded kind of hot.

Slobber drooled down your chin. You were making such a mess, but it looked like that had been exactly what you’d set out to do. Bruce had only seen blowjobs that sloppy in porn. “That’s such a good girl,” Thor groaned. “Look at that. Doesn’t she look so pretty like this.”

“So pretty,” Bruce grunted as he fucked you getting more on your body now. He buried his head into your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You were slurping on Thor’s dick and fuck you were so wet. How was your pussy so damn wet. “Been teasing me all this time, huh. How long you been wanting this? Is that why you applied for the internship? So, you could take my dick?” He angled his hips in a way so that he could go deeper. His cock surrounded by your spongy walls.

As much as you’d fantasizes a long time about him, you never thought it’d be like this. Fuck were you pleasantly surprised.

“Answer me, Honey,” he said, looking back up at you.

Thor’s hand was still gripped in your hair and he forced you off of him long enough for you to speak. Except at that moment you finally reached your breaking point cumming around him. You felt yourself milk his dick and all he did was keep fucking you. “Yes!” You cried. “Fuck me, Daddy!” You begged.

“Such a good girl,” Thor cooed before shoving himself back inside your mouth.

You moaned around him. All that spittle on your face. Bruce wanted to kiss you so bad, but considering your mouth was a little preoccupied he hesitated. It did look good, though. He glanced up at Thor who was mostly watching you take him like a good girl.

He noticed Bruce’s eyes on him before looking down at him with this slight smirk, shrugging his shoulders. As a god and until recently a prince, he had no shortage of lovers. This meant from different beings to whomever. Men or women or anything else. So, with the way Bruce was looking at him, he wasn’t really shocked.

Bruce on the other hand had only been with a handful of women. As Thor’s thick cock was just right there in front of him with your lips sucking at it, he felt like he couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward to lick what you hadn’t been able to fit into your mouth.

Thor hissed at feeling your mouth and his tongue now added. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.

You smiled around the dick in your mouth and pulled out with a giggle. “Daddy!” You squealed. Bruce blushed, pulling way. You leaned into him to connect your lips with his. He stopped moving and instead held you there. “It’s okay. I’m having so much fun.”

“Me, too,” he said, his face still red.

“Banner, it’s okay,” Thor said, rubbing the other man’s salt and pepper curly hair. 

Bruce found it more comforting than he even expected before lifting away from you so he could lick it again, tasting the saltiness. You moaned underneath him connected your lips to his neck. “Don’t stop, Daddy,” you whispered in his ear before nibbling along his earlobe.

He ground himself, starting to move his hips again. This time fucking you with slower, deeper thrusts. This tingle that had already built up inside of you grew more intense. He was working your pussy so fucking good. Then seeing him do that you could feel a new orgasm building up inside of you.

“Help me, Baby,” Bruce said.

Thor smiled because he was happy to see the teamwork. Besides two mouths were definitely better than one. “That’s it.”

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum again,” your voice shook as you suddenly clung to him. This one was definitely going to be more intense. 

You squealed out your moans opening your mouth before biting down on your lip only for your jaw to drop again. You lip quivered into a pout while your brows tensed up. He couldn’t help it has he mesmerized the little details. Noticing how your eyes got so desperate looking. And it was for him. For what he was doing to you. Of course, you’d clearly enjoyed what Thor had done to your mouth, but he was the one fucking you into two orgasms one right after the other.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for Daddy,” he grunted because he could feel himself ready to also cum inside that pretty pussy. “Want Daddy to cum all in this pussy?”

You nodded, but you were so sensitive at this point because your orgasm was intense. Bruce quickly followed behind unloading into you. Tremors ran through your body as your eyes closed.

When Bruce looked down to see he immediately got off of you. “Shit, Y/N,” he said, he rubbed your cheek. “Hey, hey,” he talked to you ever so softly.

Thor got down next to you. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you back tightly, kissing your temple. Bruce rubbed got down beside him, so he could rub your back. “I’m sorry. It was just a lot.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bruce said. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” You laid back down as Thor kissed your forehead.

“Why don’t we go lay down?” Thor suggested.

“That’s a good idea,” Bruce said, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

Thor carried you to one of the many bedrooms. Your legs wrapped around his waist; chin perched on his shoulder. Bruce trailed behind watching the glazed look in your eyes.

As Thor laid you down, he made sure the blankets were pulled over you before kissing the top of your head again. “Comfortable?”

“Mhm,” you answered contently.

“Need anything?” Bruce asked. “Water? Pretty sure we’ve been through most of the snacks.”

“Can you lay down with me?” You asked looking between them with big eyes and a pout. Thor grinned before getting in beside you, Bruce quickly doing the same. You got snuggly between them. Thor against your backside and Bruce in front of you so you could wrap your arms around them.

You were enjoying the closeness of them. They would kiss you softly wherever they could reach and traced their fingertips on your skin. All the affection was making you feel like you’d settled into his haze.

Thor tickled your side and you giggled trying to get closer to Banner. “Daddy, tell him to stop.”

Bruce chuckled and kissed your nose. “Is Thor teasing you, Baby?”

“I’m the tease?” Thor gasped. “I’m the one who didn’t even get to cum and somehow I’m the tease?”

You laughed. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be sorry,” he said, as he brought his hands further down over your butt, squeezing your flesh.

The jealousy Banner would have felt earlier was gone. Instead replaced with curiosity over what he could possibly do to her. The anticipation was making him hard all over again.

“Daddy!” You gasped; eyes wide as you looked into Bruce’s. “He’s touching me!” It sounded like you were trying to tattle and Bruce couldn’t help it as he laughed.

“Oh yeah? What’s he doing?” He asked with a smirk on his face.

Thor had lifted your leg up so he could stuff his large fingers into your cunt from behind. “His fingers are in my pussy,” you replied with a moan.

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels really good,” you whimpered.

Bruce chuckled as he pulled you in so he could kiss your lips again. Thor kissed your shoulder as you started to leak all over his fingers. “That’s such a good girl. Why don’t you ask Daddy if I can fuck this pussy,” he whispered in your ear, the bass of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, Daddy, can I?” You asked.

“That’s not how you ask politely, Sweetheart,” Bruce scoffed.

You swallowed down a moan because fuck Thor was really working you over good. “Daddy, can Thor please fuck me?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said. He felt like he was drunk off of you. For once even Hulk was at peace.

Thor grabbed you making you face him as he kissed you greedily. You climbed on top of him straddling his waist. He grabbed your hips to lift you up and then eased you back down onto his dick.

“Oh.” Was all you could say. Your face felt hot all of a sudden. It felt like you were almost too full from him.

Bruce smiled at the dazed look on your face. You looked so beautiful. “How does it feel?”

“He’s so big,” you whimpered.

“You wanted a God’s dick baby,” Thor said beginning to move you up and down his length. “You have to take it.”

“Is it too much?” Bruce asked taking his hardening member into his hand because watching the two of you was so perfect.

“I can take it,” you whimpered through gritted teeth because you weren’t entirely sure you were telling the truth.

“That’s such a good girl,” Thor groaned. Fuck your cunt was tight. If you weren’t having such a hard time now, he would have been slamming in and out of you. Your pussy felt so damn good.

Bruce’s watched intently as the other man fucked into you. He wasn’t sure what had come over him tonight, but he doesn’t think there’s any coming back from this. “Fuck, Thor,” he groaned, “your dick is too big for her.”

“Is it too big for you, Sweetheart?” Thor asked. “Too much?”

“I promise I can take it,” you cried because you felt like you were gonna be split in two.

“You better fucking take it,” Bruce said.

Thor finally started to pick up the pace. You threw your head back, biting your lips, eyes squeezed shut with your eyebrows furrowed.

You looked so gorgeous like this and even though you’d just made Bruce cum in that pretty pussy he wanted to do it again. Thor had this smirk on his face because there was something so funny about this little human woman struggling to take him.

Thor looked at Bruce as he’d glanced over him and Bruce wasn’t sure what came over him as he pressed his own kiss to Thor’s lips. Thor always needing to dominate kissed the other man deeply tongues fighting against each other.

You finally opened your eyes noticing the change in Thor’s movements as he tried to keep up with both at the same time. You started to move your hips faster because fuck they looked hot together and even though it felt like Thor was going to break you, you needed it.

“Fu- fuck!” You yelped as your orgasm came through. Thor smacked your ass and laughed against Bruce.

“See I told you her twenty-five-year-old pussy would feel good,” Thor couldn’t help himself from saying.

“Thor!” Bruce groaned.

You stopped moving, a laugh wrecking up through your body. “What?”

Your night pretty much went the same way. Getting used by both men until you were completely tapped out. You fell asleep nestled between them as they whispered sweet nothings to you and surprisingly each other.

Bruce couldn’t believe the smile that was on his face. Whatever aftermath happens after this he could deal with it. As long as you and Thor were there. Well mostly you since Thor would have to go back to New Asgard at some point. 

—

“I don’t even know how she found out!” Tony complained to Happy for what was probably the millionth time.

The other man shrugged. “Maybe the kid let it slip?” He suggested as they finally came through the door. The both of them looked at each other as they saw the bowls of snacks around the floor and the only have drunken glass of wine.

And all the clothes.

“Who the fuck...” Tony gasped.

“I’ll do a sweep of the place,” Happy said already getting into protective mode.

Of course, Tony not being able to be patient wanted to see who the hell it was that had clearly had sex on his damn couch and didn’t even clean any of the evidence.

His jaw dropped seeing you in bed all safe and sound with Bruce. All of the irritation he felt was suddenly replaced with shock, but also relief because at least it was just Bruce. Besides he needed to get laid.

Thor came out of the bathroom at that moment, making Tony’s eyes widen as soon as he saw the god in all his naked glory. “Hi, Stark.” Thor greeted him with a grin as he went back over to the bed.

“I fucking called it!” Tony shouted, jolting the two of you awake.

You let out a scream before throwing a pillow to hit him in the face. Happy had covered his eyes because this was too much for him. “We’ll just wait outside,” he said, grabbing Tony’s shirt to yank him away.

“I knew it was a date!” He giddily yelled.

“Well, at least we don’t have to tell everyone because Tony is probably having Friday text everyone.” Thor shrugged, before scooping the both of you into his arms. Fuck, Tony. He was going back to sleep with his two small humans and then take them out for breakfast.

[yourtamaki]

tu me manques

kiba x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: established relationship, breeding kink, bunny as a nickname, mutual masturbation, fingering, creampie, scratching, marking, premature ejaculation, lactation kink mentioned but not featured

dedicated to: @onyxoverride

he was on you the moment he walked through the door. 

kiba had been away for weeks on a tracking mission. the target was better connected to the underground crime rings then they’d anticipated, disappearing in one country just to pop up in another. you’d resigned yourself to a long wait when a hastily written note from your husband came a few days after his departure explaining the situation. 

this was far from the first time you’d spent time apart but that didn’t make it any easier. your home was too quiet without him and akamaru and nothing you did could fill the silence. the nights were the worst, when you had only your too small fingers for company. nothing could ease the ache between your legs. kiba had ruined you long ago, ensuring that the only way you could find release was with his help. it made missions like these all the more torturous for you. 

you were getting ready for bed after another lonely day when you heard the front door slam open as though it had been kicked in. your body moved before your brain could catch up, grabbing a kunai from under your bed and clutching it in a shaky hand the way kiba had taught you. you were no shinobi by any means but he had refused to take any missions outside of the village until you could hold your own with a dagger. he had even entertained the idea of leaving akamaru behind just to protect you in his absence. you had shot down the idea but it brought tears to your eyes knowing kiba loved you so deeply, so much so that he’d go without his partner for you.  

as heavy footsteps drew near you steeled your nerves, all the lessons you’d learned flooding back in your mind. the bedroom door opened and you had only a moment to recognize who it was that just walked through before he was on you, kissing you with a ferocity that screamed kiba. you dropped the kunai in favour of bunching his jonin vest in your fists. he was home, he came back to you and you couldn’t stop from smiling into the kiss. you broke apart from each other only when your lungs started to ache, your hands trailing down his body in search of injuries.

“i just got here and you're already feeling me up, sweetheart?” 

“says you, you practically jumped me just now.” he took your wandering hand and placed it over his crotch, letting you feel his growing bulge. 

“i fucking missed you, baby. one look at you and you got me like this.” your face warmed as he used your hand to palm himself over his pants. his forwardness still managed to make you shy all these years later. “i can see you squeezing those thighs together, you miss me too? gonna let me take care of us both?” 

“y-yes please i missed you so much.” there was more you wanted to say, to ask about his mission, his well-being but it was lost as you both began to pull your clothes off between rough kisses, stumbling naked backwards into bed. 

“yeah? did you miss me or this?” he growled as he bit into your neck, leaving a stinging path in his wake and grinding his length against your already glistening folds. 

“both, kiba ‘m so empty it hurts.” you whined when he pulled away, sitting back on his heels and gripping the base of his cock. 

“show me how my baby took care of herself while i was gone. can you do that for me, bunny?” the nickname never failed to make you clench around nothing but it was the sheer desperation in his voice that urged you to do as he asked despite the shyness that crept in the corner of your mind. a hand drifted between your legs and began rubbing small circles on your clit. there was a bit of relief but you couldn’t help but let out an irritated groan, eyes closed shut in concentration. it felt nothing like when kiba touched you, when he played with your pussy and had you seeing stars from his fingers alone. it was made all the more worse knowing he was so close and still not touching you. you couldn’t mimic him no matter how hard you tried and tears of frustration pricked the corner of your eyes. 

“kiba help me ‘s not enough.” you glanced at him through wet eyelashes and felt your whole body flush at the sight of him stroking his drooling cock, eyes glued to your wet cunt. 

“don’t even know how to touch yourself right, do you? that’s okay baby that’s why this is my cunt, huh? only i know how to treat it right.” 

with that he batted your hand away, replacing it with his own and your hips lifted off the bed as he slid one long digit inside you that reached deeper than yours ever could, slick from your arousal and his. he kept two nails blunt just to always get a chance to pump and curl them inside you. a swell of adoration rose in you knowing he’d been thoughtful enough to shorten them before coming home despite being tired from his mission. “you’re so tight, bunny. how’re you gonna take me when i can barely fit a finger in?” 

he ignored your babbling about how you didn’t care, you wanted him now and pushed a second finger inside you, slowly scissoring you open. no one in the village would put kiba and patient in the same sentence yet when it came to prepping you he always took his time. his care for you never dulled no matter how much he wanted to fuck himself dumb with your cunt. he’d neglect his own want that hung heavy between his legs until he was sure you wouldn’t feel an ounce of discomfort and you loved him all the more for it. you swallowed down your impatience and did your best to relax for him, keeping your legs spread as wide as you could. 

“good girl.” he pulled his fingers from you and spat on your pussy before you could whimper at the loss of contact, laughing at how you jolted at the sensation. he lined himself up with your entrance, running his blunt tip along your folds and smearing the spit over your clit. “deep breath, baby.”

that was all the warning you got before he buried his thick cock inside you in one stroke, your mouth falling open as an orgasm tore through you when he bottomed out. all the prep had left you more sensitive then you realized and kiba rocked his hips against yours, grinding against your clit to help you ride out your high. kiba watched you with a wild light dancing behind his eyes and he threw your legs over his shoulder as he waited for you to adjust to him, turning his head slightly to nip at your calf.  

“so fucking pretty. you missed me that bad that you cum as soon as i’m inside you?”

“please move, baby. please.” you whispered as the ringing faded from your ears and kiba was pounding away at you a moment later, heavy balls slapping against your ass almost as loud as the squelch that came from where you were connected. but with kiba’s hot pants in the shell of your ear, you could hear him clear as day over it all.

“fuck you take me so well don’t you? this sloppy cunt sucking me in. this is all i fucking thought about the whole damn mission, princess. fucking your pretty little pussy the way you deserve. gonna let me do that? gonna let me make up for all that lost time? wanna hear you say it, bunny.”

“please!” you could feel your thoughts slipping from your head with every harsh thrust, so full it was impossible for him not to hit every sensitive spot, but you fought to do as he said. “need you so bad kiba, i hate when you’re gone.” 

his hips slowed to a stop as he captured your lips in a messy, desperate kiss that had him licking the roof of your mouth and sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away. “when we finally caught the bastard, i wanted to gut him for keeping me away from you for so long. nearly did until shika got his shadows on me. i hated thinking of you alone in this damn house.”

his words rang in your head for a moment, thoughts swirling so fast you almost didn’t realize what conclusion you came to until you’re blurting out, “i don’t… have to be alone.” 

“you know i’d stay in the village if i could, love but-”

“no, i know i meant…” you trailed off, searching for the right words for the sudden intense desire that overtook you. “you could leave someone here with me.”

kiba cocked his head in confusion. “i thought you said it’s a bad idea leaving akamaru here.” 

“not akamaru.” you said with a whisper. “a baby.”

his cock twitched so hard inside you your hips bucked up instinctively to meet his before he pinned you down, settling more of his weight on you. “wa-wait fuck i almost came don’t do that.” 

this isn’t how you thought you’d be having this conversation, with kiba balls deep inside you but it didn’t take away from how badly you wanted this. it felt right, expanding your family to include a little one. someone to ease the deathly silence when your husband was gone. someone to pour all the love and care and attention you housed that would wither away otherwise. 

“kiba.” you said, cupping his face so his wide eyes met yours and smoothing your thumbs over his clan marks. “i want your babies.”

his eyes screwed shut as a familiar warmth spilled deep inside you, his hips stuttering weakly once, twice before he let out a low groan. a bubble of laughter escaped before you could stop it, half giddy that he liked the idea as much as you and half genuine amusement that he came from the thought alone. the sound died in your throat just as fast as it came as kiba levelled a glare at you. 

“you don’t think we’re done, do you?” 

he untangled himself from you, cock slipping out with a lewd pop and heat bloomed across your face and down your chest when you saw how hard he was despite just emptying himself, soaked in both your cum and his. you let out a squeak as kiba began to manhandle you in a way he’s only done when he’s truly worked up, rotating your body to face the edge of the bed and setting you up on your hands and knees. 

“if i’m gonna breed you, bunny, i’m gonna do it the right way.” the word sent a thrill shooting down your spine, stoking the fire in your belly. “oh look at you squirming. you like that, huh? already got cum dripping out of you and you still want more?” 

you looked back and nodded eagerly, nearly delirious with need. “wanna be filled up so bad, kiba please. fuck me till ‘m full.” 

he settled between your legs, using his tip to collect some of the cum that had leaked down your thigh and pushed it back into your sopping hole. kiba had been rough with you before but never like this and you craved more every time his hips pressed flush to yours, fat balls slapping your clit so hard it made your eyes roll back and drool escape the corners of your mouth. you felt him settle over your back, both hands reaching around to grope at your chest. 

“can’t wait till these get nice and heavy.” he pinched and rolled your nipples, playing with them the way he knew you liked best. “i’ll help you out when they hurt, bunny. suck you dry if you want.”

you didn’t recognize the sound you make, a cross between a scream as he battered against that soft spot inside you that had black spots bounce across your vision and a moan at the delicious image kiba conjured in your mind. you wanted to tell him that yes, you would like that very much please and thank you but then he was straightening back up, sharp nails digging into the flesh of your hips so deep you knew you’d wake up with throbbing scratches littered on you as a reminder of tonight. he fucked you with enough force to push you further and further off the bed with every thrust. your hands shot out to brace yourself against the floor when your torso left the bed and still kiba pounded away at your poor cunt, the same intense, single minded focus he used during missions to catch his prey now targeted at you. 

“cum for me, sweetheart. cum so i can fuck you full of my babies.” 

your arms gave out as the coil in your gut snapped, letting out a strangled cry of his name. before you could crumble in a heap on the floor, kiba wrapped a burly arm around you, keeping you pressed to him with ease, thrusts never slowing. 

“good girl. ‘m gonna fill you up nice and deep, bunny. gonna give you everything you fucking deserve. as many kids as you want a whole fucking litter i love you i love you shit-!”

you were sure he’d somehow cum more this time, endless heat spilling inside you. kiba was slow to stop his hips, making sure to fuck his cum as deep inside you as he could before he stilled, softening cock still buried within you. you waited for you both to catch your breath before groaning at the uncomfortable position. 

“pull me up, baby.” 

“let gravity do its thing. i wanna get you pregnant first try.” 

“but if you don’t, that just means we have to keep trying till it takes.” 

you could feel his smile when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “you’re a smart one, aren't you? knew there was a reason i married you.” 

“just one?”  

“i’ve got all night to tell you the others.”

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