#but its seeing that and i immediately go 'mmm yeah maybe not'

[vinomino]

Moments with Cats

Featuring: Kaji Ren, Sakura Haruka + Togame Jo

Warnings: a little bit suggestive in Kaji’s part

Kaji Ren

“That thing is pissing me off…”

You shoot a glare at Kaji, “Don’t say that to our son!”

“It’s a cat.” Kaji rolls his eyes, and stares at the way you’re holding it like a baby. Ever since that furry thing followed you home last week, it has been the center of your attention and not him.

You’re either cuddling with it, kissing it, or cooing about how cute it was. You’ve completely forgotten about him and he was not having it. Kaji didn’t have patrols today and he was looking forward to spending the entire day in your arms if it weren’t for that pesky little orange animal.

“Shhh, don’t listen to Kaji…” You whisper at the cat. Stroking its chin while it rests its paw against your chest, purring. Kaji blares his music while leaning back against the headboard and chewing down on a sucker. He was about to throw a fit if you didn’t pay attention to him.

At first he didn’t mind the little rascal, but when he finally got you alone underneath him, all flushed, the damn thing had to go and claw the door, meowing to be let in. He felt a blood vessel bursting when you opened the door to comfort it and completely forgetting about him.

BRRT— the cat in your arms immediately runs out of the room to the automatic feeder that just went off. Kaji took this opportunity to shut the door and lock it, “Kaji?” You look up at him all wide eyed as he pressed you down under him.

“What’s wrong—“ Kaji drops his head into your chest. “Pay attention to me.” He grumbles, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you jealous of the cat?” You have to force yourself to not laugh as you look down at him. Letting out a sigh, running your fingers through his icy blonde hair, “Awww, Kaji….you’ll always be number one in my heart.” You giggle when he grunts.

You ended up catching him telling the cat that he was first in your heart later that night.

Sakura Haruka

“Hey— Ouch!” Sakura clicks his tongue and clutches his hand back. He inspects the scratch as the black beast scatters off to another room. “Sakura, are you okay?!” You scooch over to him to examine his hand. “Y-Ye-Yeah…” He blushed from how close you were, he only now noticed how long your lashes as you look down at his hand.

“Sorry, she doesn’t really like belly rubs. I should’ve told you, but I forgot…” You pass him a napkin to soak up the little red beads of blood that now lined the scratches. “It’s…alright…” Sakura uses the napkin to clean his wound. “It’s just a little cat scratch— something like this won’t do anything to me.”

You chuckle, “Still, let me apply some ointment so it doesn’t get infected.” He reluctantly agrees, hoping you don’t see that his fingers are also just as red as his face. Sakura kept staring at you concentrating. The way your brows furrowed a bit, your pouty lips, and especially how smaller and softer your hand was compared to his. Your fingers runnings over his callouses, sending shivers down his spine.

Maybe he should thank your cat for this.

Togame Jo

You walk into your room, seeing your boyfriend all sprawled out on your bed. With the little kitten you guys just found sleeping on his chest. You internally coo at the sight.

“Someone’s getting cozy huh?” You giggle and lay down next to Togame. “Mmm?” His opened his eyes, his green ones finding yours, “Guess girls just love sleeping on my chest.”

You chuckle and face him, raising your hand to pet the little tortoiseshell that was all curled up. Smiling at the way it tilted its head to allow you to scratch its chin. The kitten opening its mouth to yawn.

Togame catches your hand and lifts it to his lips to press a kiss on it. “Something on your mind?” You raise your eyes to look at him. “M’ picturing… you, me, and a little baby right now.” He says against your hand.

“Is that so.” You muse, slipping your hand out of his to brush his hair out of his face. “I’m looking forward to it too…”

Yeah, he was looking forward to it, a lot.

[m0llygunn]

CREATURE FROM THE GRAVE

After a much needed hair cut and a very pleasurable scalp massage, you find out something new about your undead friend! wc: 600

The first night at your house— the undead has a name!

─── † ཐི❤︎ཋྀ † ───

“You’re lucky fashion always loops back around. Long hair on guys is in its… third?” you pause, doing quick decade math. “Yeah, third wave since your time, at least… actually, maybe it’s at its fourth loop around?”

“Hm,” Eddie hmphs, slouching in his seat. The sectioned part of his hair slides out from between your fingers right as soon as you go to snip it, and you’re quick to scold him. 

“It’s just a trim! Your ends are dead! More dead than the rest of you! It’s a bad look, Eddie, I won’t be seen with someone who has split ends up to their ears, I just won’t!”

“Nuuh,” he moans— his new favourite word, his best version of ‘no’.

“Yes. And if you don’t sit up, I’m going to mess up, and then we’ll have to shave it all off— and who knows if it’ll even grow back?”

“Nuh!”

“Well, Eddie. Sit up.”

He complies with gurgles and mumbles and you part his hair again, sectioning out what hasn’t been trimmed, finishing the job. 

By the end, he looks magnificent, not a split end in sight. You run your fingers through his hair, shaking it out, starting from the scalp.

“Mmm,” Eddie moans quietly.

“You like that?” you tease. He meets your gaze through the mirror reflection and rolls his eyes, but his demeanor shifts— he definitely likes it.

You do it again, this time focusing more on the root of his hair, letting your fingers rub at his scalp. You get a quiet gasp from him as his eyes widen. 

“Relax, Eddie. It’s just a massage,” you laugh as you run your fingers through his hair. 

As your fingers work against his scalp, he lets out a content sigh. Pulling a hand from his hair, you pat his shoulder, encouraging him to sit back further and slouch like he so badly wanted to before. With hesitancy, catching your gaze in the mirror with a subtle scowl, he eventually scoots his hips forward, letting his head rest back against your stomach. You hum happily and return to massaging his scalp. 

After a few minutes of your hands in his hair, with the occasional gentle pulls from the root, you can’t help but notice something in your periphery. 

You can see Eddie’s face in the mirror. His eyes are closed and he looks truly relaxed. If you didn’t know any better, and if he didn’t have the pale complexion of someone who’s been in the ground for the last hundred years, you’d think that, well, he wasn’t in the ground for the last hundred years. He's got a youthfulness to him, both in looks and attitude. 

Eventually, your gaze shifts downwards, traveling south, to see… something else. Something you didn’t know was even biologically possible for him— something tenting the crotch of his pants. You can’t help but smile to yourself— dead or alive a guy is a guy, you suppose. 

“Well, it’s good to know that still works,” you laugh. “Good for you.” 

Eddie’s eyes blink open, immediately looking for your gaze in the mirror. You pat him on the cheek before emptying your hair supplies out of your borrowed-from-the-kitchen apron pockets, sitting the big mismatched hair clips and silver shears down on your vanity. 

“I have to go get the vacuum for the floor. You can get up now,” you instruct him as you catch his gaze in the mirror once again. “Huh,” you pause, seeing the pink flush to his usually grey-ish cheeks. “I didn’t know you could blush either. Interesting.” 

[sato-s-only-wife5107]

LMK!Wukong: The Game.

Word Count: 1078.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Clingy Wukong acting like a baby.

Authors Notes: Based on that one (TikTok?)video with the lady and her adorable clingy kitty. It felt very LMK!Wukong coded, so I couldn't help myself. Hope you enjoy! And don't be shy, feel free to request whatever you want!

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The vibe of Flower Fruit Mountain was rather peaceful in the past few hours. The little monkeys didn't come to bother you or anything today, which made you a bit suspicious. Wukong wasn't any different though, still the same old monkey, clinging to you like a child with its favourite toy. Not that you minded your boyfriend’s embrace, but being able to scratch your nose would have been nice.

You were on the internet when you saw the inspiration to do something… fun. You glanced at your Monkey King and smiled a bit as he repeatedly nuzzled into your stomach. You moved to sit up on the bed and stretched, which made him briefly let you go so he could do the same. When he was about to bury himself back into you, that's when you struck and stopped him. 

“What?” Wukong looked at you in confusion with a small frown when you didn't allow him to cuddle you. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Stay,” you warned, which made him twitch in excitement at the challenge. The way his tail moved and how his eyes zeroed in on you made him look like a wild animal ready to pounce and not let go till your body stopped moving… Well, in this case till you stop resisting.

“No,” he said yet again like the stubborn little monkey he was.

“Stay,” you repeated, which made the Monkey King pout like a baby. “Don't look at me like that.”

“Mine,” he whined as he opened his arms in an attempt for you to collapse into him. 

Not today. 

“No,” you warned again.

“Not mine?” he teared, you had to give him credit, his guilt trip game was fire.

“Yes yours, but no touchy,” you assured him and tried not to laugh.

“Why?” he whined, but listened to you nonetheless, which surprised you greatly. He showed more self-control today than you gave him credit for.

“No,” you stood firm, wanting nothing more than to see where his limit for the day was.

“Mine…” He pouted at you, his lip quivered, and he looked like he was about to cry. It hurt your heart and soul… But you knew him too well to fall for that. 

“We're gonna play a game, okay?”

“No, mine,” his quivering pout turned stubborn, his arms still open till you lowered them by his wrist with your index fingers.

“We're playing a game,” you said more forcefully, not giving him the choice.

“Mmm,” he whined, but it's a potential game with you, and he’s Wukong, so he let you continue.

“It's called keep hands to self, okay?” 

“No!” he snapped immediately. 

“Volume!” you snapped back.

“Don't care!” he snapped back.

He’s such a child for such an old monkey. You mused to yourself.

He wanted you in his arms! He didn't want to play a stupid game that required him to have you right there but not be able to touch you. He was offended you'd even suggest something like that.

“Too much of a coward?” you smirked and raised a challenging brow that made him flinch. “Maybe you're too weak to be able to do such a simple task?”

“No…” he grumbled and folded his arms as he looked away. 

He's so predictable… I admit I wanna kiss him right now though… you thought to yourself and decided to reward the Monkey King a bit when you were done torturing him.

“C'mon~ surely my big strong Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven won't be bested by a tiny little game,” you worked his ego, and as it always did, it worked.

“Fine, I'll play your stupid game…” he caved, but his fingers intertwined with yours.

“That-that means your hands too,” you were trying so hard not to laugh as you pulled your hand away from his.

“What?” He narrowed his eyes again.

“Yeah, that includes your hands too,” you told him and removed your hand from his. “Keep hands to self, remember?”

“I don't like this game!” he protested and reached to grab your face, but you were faster and grabbed his wrists.

“My face as well, no touching my face,” you spoke and moved his hands to his lap.

It really hurt you to deny him, the adorable pouting baby opened his arms in an attempt to get you to give in first, but you stood strong.

“No hugging,” you mused.

“Ugh,” he glared at you but kept still with his hands on his lap. You could tell it was taking everything in the Monkey King not to just jump you and be over with. The proof was in the way his tail twitched and swayed in annoyance… and the fact that his entire body was shaking like a chihuahua. 

“Good job!” the second the words left your mouth, that's exactly what he did… jump you.

“Finally!” he said as he squeezed you in his arms, but not so tightly that you'd be uncomfortable and want another reason to leave his arms again.

“W-wait, we’re not done yet!” you laughed and tried to get through to him, but it was clear to see that you had lost. 

“We are done,” he said firmly and buried his face into your stomach.

“I'll tell you when-  I'll tell you-” You still tried to peel him off of you, but he was stuck to you like Flex tape.  “I'll tell you when the game is over,”

“It is over,” he pulled back a bit to speak but buried his face into your stomach again. 

“No, no, no,” you laugh, “let's just try it,”

“No, mine!” he held on firmly.

“But-”

“Mine!” he yelled as he squeezed you more.

“Gods dammit,” you swore with a laugh as you gave in and stroked your fingers through his bed head. “Okay, okay, you win.”

“Mine~” he smirked up at you and moved up to bury his face into your neck. 

“All yours, silly monkey,” you chuckled at his display.

Honestly, you couldn't resist him, just as much as he couldn't resist you. You snuggled into his furry chest and took in the scent of your conditioner he kept stealing. You felt at peace at that moment, and it didn't take long for the tired hero to KO. Not only that, but you still couldn't escape, even with him asleep. Not that you minded, you revelled in your Monkey King seeking your comfort and love. That was the bare minimum he deserved.

[elly99]

Higher Dimensions

Minji x Reader. Established relationship. Heartbreak.

A/N: Another short story based on a movie or two. Curious if you can tell which ones. Coming out of retirement for this one but likely going to be inactive again for a long time. Life stuff. I just wanted to get this story off my chest. Sorry that it's Minji again but usually it's her voice I hear in my head when these stories come to me.

Wonder if anyone will still read this. If you do, hi! I missed you. And if you're new, I hope you enjoy! <3

If you could see your whole life from start to finish, would you change anything?

“Hey, baby?”

You're both on the couch. She's in your lap, her head gently pressed against your chest. You know she hears your breathing. And probably the way your heart beats a little too fast when she calls you.

“Mmm?”

She has her phone in her hand, gripping it on one side and allowing the other to rest against you. Your arms are around her. And as you mindlessly watch the TV over her shoulder, they make a subconscious effort to pull her closer, even though there's no space left between. No distance left to close.

“Are higher dimensions real?”

You smile slightly. It was the kind of thing she asked towards the end of the night. When the room grew dark and your minds wandered into their own worlds. When tiredness caught up to you and sleep began to draw its veil over your eyes.

“Why are you asking?”

Only your screens lit up the room, keeping you connected in the darkness. It allowed you to barely make out her smile in return.

“Have you been watching weird videos again?”

She laughs. But it's soft. Barely noticeable above even the sound of the quiet television. But you recognize it. The vibration as it moves from her chest into yours. And you swear you fall for her all over again.

“I just thought you'd be the right person to ask.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I don't know,” she pauses. You see a smirk creeping onto her face. “You just seem out of this world.”

Immediately, she buries her face in your chest, hiding the smile that would have definitely stopped your heart if it hadn't already.

“Minj…”

You resort to laughing as well. Pull her even closer.

“So,” she says into your chest before turning her sleepy eyes back up to you. “Are they real?”

Her words were nothing but a whisper now. So you answer just as quietly.

“I mean, they exist in math. And, who knows, they could exist in the real world but we're just not able to perceive them.”

“Is there a way someone could?”

“Theoretically, with a change of perspective, yes. Like, imagine we're beings that live on the edge of a circle. And we can only move along that edge. Kind of like walking along a straight line around the earth.”

You watch her eyes flutter as she loosely follows your fingers trace a circle in the air. Maybe she's trying to imagine it. Maybe she's falling asleep. But you continue anyway, explaining it more to yourself now than to her.

“From that one-dimensional perspective, we basically live on just a line and we have no reason to believe it's anything else but a straight line. But for someone who can see higher dimensions, they can see the curvature. And that there's a whole other dimension above the circle, too. But how we could make that change in perspective, I don't know.”

“Yeah…” she trails off. “But that's cool, though!”

You've heard that before.

“You didn't get any of that did you?”

“I do get it! I swear.”

You content yourself with her answer. After all, who cares if she didn't really understand? Who cares about higher dimensions and different perspectives? This is the only perspective you need. Looking at her when she's here in your embrace. Her touch as warm as the sun. If only you could bottle up this feeling – the way she makes you feel so alive, so loved, like nothing else matters in this world – so you could keep it forever.

But she speaks again.

“And only they can see that you just go in a loop.”

Not even you had considered that. You nod and continue her thought.

“Yeah, you're right! They'd be able to see your whole path at once, while you can only experience it from beginning to end.”

Silence envelopes the room. She lets her phone lock. The TV dims and asks if you're still there. It's too dark now to see her clearly. There was no indication of the passage of time. It felt like an eternity before she eventually makes a sound – a sniffle.

Then she asks, “If you could see your whole life from start to finish, would you change anything?”

“I-I don't know. Maybe if something really bad happened, but I don't think so. Would you?”

You feel her shift up to kiss you. Her cheek brushes against yours and as it does you feel the unmistakable touch of moisture. It lingers. Even as she rests her head back on your shoulder. It lingers.

“If I could see my whole life, even if I knew all the good and bad things that would happen, I would always choose you.”

As you both drifted off to sleep, your last thought was that of a promise. That you would do the same.

But that was then.

And this is now.

Your whole life moving in a straight line, on a collision course with this singular, inevitable moment.

It's the same apartment, the same couch, but the lights are blinding now. Every emotion, every expression, every tear and quivering lip was as clear as day. Every word like a knife that you felt so viscerally.

She's crying. Apologizing. Pleading.

You're angry. Confused. Desperate.

“You're telling me you knew this would happen? You never really planned on staying with me, did you?”

“Baby, no! I-”

“Don't call me that.”

You see her heart break in her eyes as you cut her off. But you feel nothing. You can't feel. Not after your own heart was just shattered to pieces.

“So that's it? You're leaving?”

“I don't want to. But I can't… I can't stay.”

Your eyes fall to the floor.

“You always knew didn't you? That we'd have to break up once you debuted?”

Her silence was her response.

“Did I really mean anything to you, then?”

She answers with another question.

“You remember that night you asked me if I would change anything if I could see my whole life? Well, my answer's still the same. I would always choose you no matter how painfully it has to end. Because you made me happier than anyone else.”

She desperately clutches at your hands, hoping that the physical pressure of doing so would force you to understand.

“Then why do you have to… Why did you have to…”

But there's no use asking more questions. You already know all the answers. There's no going back now. This is the only way forward. Your life is a straight line. And so is hers. And they only intersect for a brief, bittersweet moment.

Perhaps it is simply human nature to be bound by this rudimentary linear logic. Who are you to think you can escape it? So you resign yourself to letting her go. Because you love her. You remember your promise. And you accept all the joy that she was, and all the pain that she will be. And you imagine a different world. A circle where there are no beginnings and ends, where time is frozen still. Where you could be with her. Always.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Yo here to request big momo fic for you kind human, ok so momo going to milan fashion week ok, and she decided to bring YN her girlfriend with her to the event and they go to the after party and people are complimenting momo and YN the whole night and when they get home YN feels flustered with all the compliments and momo just says its all true ya know some true fluffy shit ya feel

Brave

A/N: Yes I know it took me a while but you know me by this point so allow it chimp.

“Do I have to go? I don’t think they’ll let me in, they don’t even know me”, you say, trying to convince Momo to let you go back to the hotel.

Momo rolled her eyes and sighed, “It’s ok, I’m telling you, you believe me right? It’ll be alright, it’ll be fun actually, maybe you’ll see some people you know”, she tried to be comforting but it didn’t help much.

The fashion event was manageable but going to the after party too? You were feeling like an uninvited guest and you had not been to an event like that before and knew you would look awkward and out of place. But Momo did enough to make you tag along, for now.

It was a different story when you stood outside the entrance though. All your earlier doubts were creeping in again and you knew there was still time to turn back. But before you could make one last attempt to convince Momo she put both her hands on your back and practically pushed you through the door where you entered the room and froze, taking a few moments to look around as people almost immediately noticed you and you began to feel your anxiety climb up but then Momo comes up next to you, holding your hand and leading you to greet some of the people.

Immediately, you feel less tense, the people greet you with smiles and are not intimidating to talk to at all. In fact you were quite surprised by the amount of attention coming your way, with people often commenting on how you are such a great match for Momo. You start to calm down, even initiating a few conversations. All of a sudden it didn’t feel like you didn’t belong. Even though at times it felt like there was some forced politeness from others, you somehow managed to ride out the night.

“They weren’t just saying that you know”, Momo suddenly said, “you really did look so beautiful and like a model.”

“Mmm…”, you feel slightly shy, “I don’t know…”.

“Come on!”, Momo chuckled, pulling you closer, “I’m not joking.”

You sigh and smile, hugging Momo tightly, “thanks, I felt better when you were close”.

“Yeah, it seemed like that. That’s why I stayed with you the whole time”, She assured.

“No you didn’t!”, you protested, “You left me all alone when you saw the snacks!”

“Oh-No, that was…”, Momo tried to hold back her smile.

You playfully glare at her and she starts laughing.

“Traitor…”, you say as you hold on to her.

“Mmm…don’t say that, it was just a few minutes. You could have come with me.”, Momo teased.

You sigh again, leaning against her, proud of yourself for getting through this when you were so nervous and so happy and proud of Momo for helping you and believing in you.

You both hold on to the other, feeling complete in each other’s embrace. You love hearing Momo’s soft breathing when she hugs you and the way her hand is on your back. You snuggle into her and she chuckles.

“Are you tired now?”, Momo asks with a smile.

You stay quiet, slowly blinking but nod slightly, yawning.

Momo giggles, “you are so cute”, stroking your back. “Fall asleep in my arms!”

[mamawasatesttube]

number 81 for the writing prompts: "It's cold, you should take my jacket."

(mostly cause I wanna see Tim wear Kon's leather jacket and Neither of them being normal about it but do what you want with it it's your fic <3)

“Here.”

Tim looks up as Kon waltzes back into the living room, two enticingly-steaming mugs in his hands. Hot spiced apple cider sounds absolutely divine right now—the blustery Kansas day outside is reaching its icy fingers into the farmhouse despite the fire blazing merrily in the hearth, and Tim has to admit, he maybe should’ve packed warmer for this trip.

Kon presses one of the mugs into his hands—the nicer one, Tim notes, without the chip in the rim—and Tim accepts it with a grateful hum. The warmth seeps into his palms immediately. “Thanks.”

“No problemo, Rob-lemo.” Kon plops down next to him on the couch, his TTK keeping his cider perfectly still in his mug as he makes himself comfortable. “It’s pretty chilly out today. Gonna be a good night to go skating—the pond down by the McAllister’s place is frozen over, and this time of year, they string up lights ‘n’ invite all the neighbors to come by in the evenings. Wanna go?”

Tim hums in consideration. “Could be fun, but just warning you, it’s been a hot minute since I did any skating, so I’m kinda rusty. And I didn’t bring any skates.” Mmm, the steam rising up from his cider smells amazing. “Did you make this?”

Kon’s eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. Then he puffs out his cheeks in mock offense, folding his arms across his chest. “You don’t have to sound so surprised! I’m good in the kitchen.”

Yeah, Bart keeps calling him malewife material about it. Tim grins into his mug; it’s not his fault it’s so easy to ruffle Kon’s feathers, or that it’s so funny to do so. “I guess it is Ma’s recipe, so it’d be hard to make it bad.”

Kon politely waits for him to lower the mug from his mouth and then swats him on the back of the head. Tim does appreciate the pause, even as he ducks away, laughing. The cider tastes like apples and cinnamon and honey; warmth spreads through Tim’s chest.

“You’re rude,” Kon tells him. “Just for that, if you fall on your face when we go skating, I’m not helping you up. I’m just gonna laugh.”

“Oh, it’s a when we go skating now?” Tim quirks an eyebrow at him in turn. “I just said I didn’t bring any skates.”

“We can get you some, that’s no trouble,” Kon says, flapping a dismissive hand. Tim opens his mouth to ask where, exactly, in Smallville, can they get a pair of new ice skates in a matter of a couple of hours, but then closes it again when it hits him that even if there isn’t a big sporting goods shop in Smallville, geography isn’t really a concern to someone who can crisscross the entire globe in a matter of minutes.

“Yeah, okay, sure.” Tim lightly elbows him. “Don’t tell me you’re actually good at skating. I bet you just TTK your way through it.”

Kon elbows him back. “Yeah, right! I’m pretty decent, no powers required, actually. Been going plenty with Jon. He particularly loves this one roller dome in Metropolis that always has Super merch in the arcade claw games.”

Okay, Tim has to admit, he’s melting a little about that. Kon loves his little brother. The image of him taking Jon skating is really cute—he can just picture Jon wobbling along, holding Kon’s hand, and rambling about his day like he loves to do. He bites back a truly sappy smile; his toes curl instead, where they’re tucked under a cushion to stay warm.

“Lemme guess. The claw games are where you TTK it up.”

Kon snickers. “They’re rigged as hell, but the kid wants his misshapen Superman plushies, so obviously I gotta win ‘em for him.”

“Obviously,” Tim agrees. He curls his fingers around his mug a little tighter, soaking up its warmth; he’s got an actual winter coat for when they go out, but he really wishes he’d brought some thicker sweaters or hoodies for hanging around in the house itself. He’s used to the damp, creeping cold of Gotham; the blustery Kansas winters might be about the same temperature, but the wind out here blows right through him.

Kon shifts next to him, setting his cider down on a coaster on the coffee table. Tim glances up just in time to see him unzip and shrug out of his hoodie—it’s fleece-lined and light pink with a strawberry cow printed on the front breast pocket, very cute.

And then Kon leans over and wraps it around Tim’s shoulders. Tim’s face heats.

“It’s cold,” Kon explains. “Take my jacket. I don’t really need it that bad, anyway, so you may as well get some use out of it.”

It’s still warm from his body, and Tim lifts one hand from his mug to pull it more tightly around himself like a blanket. His nose brushes the collar when he turns his head a little. The jacket smells like Kon’s cologne.

…It’s the citrus-and-spice one Tim bought him last Christmas. He’s wearing the cologne Tim picked out for him last year, the one Tim definitely didn’t spend almost an hour agonizing over as he imagined tucking his face into Kon’s shoulder and inhaling this specific scent from his collarbone. He’s…

Tim’s face gets even hotter. Abruptly, he takes a gulp of hot cider, hiding in his mug. Kon’s jacket smells like him, and it’s warm, and it’s big and cozy and soft, and…

Kon is staring at him, Tim realizes belatedly. He didn’t notice because he was busy, uh, processing, but Kon’s looking at him like he’s…

Like he’s the last morsel of dessert on the table, and Kon has a ravenous craving for some sugar?

Tim swallows hard. Deliberately counts to eight on his next inhale and exhale. If he lets his heart rate pick up, Kon will definitely notice.

“Thanks,” he manages, finally. “That’s, uh. Yeah. That’s nice.”

“I’ll say,” Kon mutters. He drops his gaze, his cheeks a little pink, and then reaches over to ruffle Tim’s hair. “Bring warmer lounge clothes next time, dumbass. The farmhouse is kinda old. Gets drafty in here.”

“Yeah,” Tim says wryly. He shifts his weight, rearranging his legs so that instead of leaning on the armrest, he flops himself against Kon’s side, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. “I noticed.”

Kon leans his cheek against Tim’s hair. “At least you got me to keep you warm,” he sighs, slipping his arm around Tim’s shoulders. “What would you do without me, huh?”

Tim bites back the first response on the tip of his tongue (“Go into a huge depressive spiral?”) and goes for something a little less insane. “Freeze to death before you even get to laugh about me falling on my face at the McAllisters’ pond?”

Kon snorts. He’s comfortably warm against Tim’s side, and Tim snuggles a little closer, relishing his warmth. “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Kon agrees. “I hope I can get it on video.”

Tim just smiles to himself and raises his mug for another sip of cider. The honey and spices are heavenly on his tongue, but if he’s being entirely honest, he can think of something sweeter.

[drdemonprince]

ive seen you talk about FIRE/mr money moustache and i am interested in how you balance that with your politics. i ask because i am also interested in FIRE but struggle with the idea of saving 2mil+ to retire early when people need money NOW to survive. not just broadly but even loved ones and community members in my immediate vicinity. i dont mean this in an EXPLAIN YOURSELF sort of way, just so many of the FIRE etc people i find writing about it dont really address this aspect and its something i struggle with internally myself.

Sure, I don't mind speaking about this at all. I wish I more frequently had the occasion to because it's a major special interest of mine.

First, I'm not interested in the saving 2 million dollars (if that were even feasible) school of financial independence/ retire early. I'm more of an adherent to the r/LeanFire, r/BaristaFire type approach of maintaining a consistently very frugal standard of living that is sustainable for me, on a relatively smaller savings, and pursuing a life of relatively little consumption.

I also think that MMM, despite his many flaws, is broadly accurate in stating that when people continuing working all their lives, they also create more ecological devastation by consuming a whole of a hell lot more resources on convenience and burning more fuel, while chasing after a steadily rising living standard set by the norms of their profession. By taking myself out of the workforce sooner rather than later, I will be contributing less to climate change and waste because I'll need fewer convenience meals, fewer car rides, fewer flights, fewer hotel rooms, fewer fancy professional clothes, and so on and so on.

I also spend a lot of time on the Socially Conscious Mustachians group on Facebook, which focuses on investing one's savings in ways that are less ethically problematic. The easy mode version of this is simply putting one's money into index funds that exclude oil companies, gun manufacturers, etc. But honestly, today, with interest rates being as high as they are? It's pretty easy to just sock one's money into a CD or a bond, collect the cool 5.4% interest, and avoid having to contribute to the stock market directly at all. There are even high-yield savings accounts at credit unions that pay out about that much interest these days, and those entities typically do not invest in oil pipelines, BDS targets, or anything all that objectionable.

As for the hoading money while others are in need piece: Well. yeah. that's a difficult ethical challenge that we all must consider. how much can i hold onto for my own wellbeing in the spirit of "putting on one's oxygen mask first" without it being wealth hoarding? how much should i give to other people when i see that they are in need --someone could easily make the case that I have the moral obligation to give away what i have to my very last cent, and I couldn't really argue with them on that. maybe a person should do that. but i'm not going to do it. and of course the effective altruism freakos would counter that if i invest my money and grow it now, i will have more to give to others in the long run than if i cash out now.

realistically, i won't be able to continue working for much longer without having another health episode or worse. i will not qualify for disability benefits because high maskers who have had careers usually do not. and social security's coffers will be entirely drained long before i reach the age to qualify for it. if i enter my non-working years without any resources, someone else will have to worry about me staying housed and medicated and fed.

i tend to think of my retire early stash as my own little private disability benefits fund that will allow me to live safely and will hopefully allow me to take care of other people that i love as we age, and that will give me the freedom from having to do any morally compromising capitalist labor ever again, and only put my energies towards causes that either fulfill me or benefit others.

but it's still rooted in a highly individualistic capitalist system, this holding onto money under my own name and investing it thing. im sure a lot of people would choose instead to sock all of their money into some kind of cooperatively owned communist farm or something, and you know, some day down the line i would love to put money toward a big multi unit building that lots of people i am in community with could live in, with no financial obligations for them. but i dont have anywhere near that kind of scratch. as hannibal buress (that landlord piece of shit) said, "i don't have fuck you money, i have strongly worded email money." and you know, being able to write a strongly worded email to people who would otherwise be exploiting me into another huge burnout does feel good.

thinking that one day i might not work anymore is one of the only things that keeps me going. i am always on the razor's edge of not functioning, i dont think people really realize that, how could they, the mask is there to prevent them seeing it. im beyond privileged to even get to CONSIDER the dream of getting by on my savings for however long human society continues to exist. and it sure would be better if i could extend that kind of freedom and peace of mind to others. my life still feels very precarious and it always has and ive had to be stable for the sake of others for a long time, ive had to be financially responsible for others for a long time. i cling to the idea of FI/RE because it offers me a way to finally break down and be weak. but something more community oriented and interdependent would sure as fuck be better. in the meantime i guess im saving for something like that i could trust enough to give myself over to.

i also have a really strong fetishistic desire to be someone's completely brainwashed sex pet for the entire rest of my life, and having an early retirement account would really help me facilitate that

[vvmylove]

Can I request smut fic for jake? Maybe comforting him after the workers arc and it slowly turns into smth else 👀👀? Btw Love your writing!♡♡♡♡

This is for you too, anon.

Mmm neck 

De-stressing your boyfriend😘 (MDNI!)

Your boyfriend Jake had come home, exhausted and bloodied from fighting the workers. He had enough of Eugenes stupid antics. Daniel had reached out to him earlier, asking him for help in return for revenge. He willingly complied. Here he is, in front of you. It was just another day for you, seeing your boyfriend come home with new wounds and bruises. You always found some way to soothe him, bring the loving girlfriend you are. It never bothered him though, he knew what was going to be ahead of him ever since he found out about his dads real existence. You walk up to him, grabbing onto his arm and walking him over to the bathroom. He had texted you 10 minutes beforehand that he was going to be home, so you had prepared a warm bath for him. 

Jake takes off his clothes, submerging himself in the water. You sigh, pouring some soap into his hair as you massage his scalp. “You okay?” you start off, breaking the silence. You bring your hands down to his tense shoulders, massaging them as he hums in response. He groans a little as you start to knead from his shoulders to his upper back, muscles attempting to relax. He smiles at you, gently taking your hand in his and plants a small kiss on your knuckles. “Thanks babe,” Jake murmurs, closing his eyes to enjoy the relaxing sensation of the warm water and your hands on his body. You look at him, admiring his features for a moment before planting a kiss on his cheek, then his lips, down his jawline- Jake grabs onto you, pulling you into the water even though you were still fully clothed. “Jake-” you whine, as he places his hand under your shirt.

“Eugene is so damn annoying,” he starts. You knew that once your boyfriend started to speak, he would not shut up. You lean forward, placing your hand on his mouth.

“Shut up,” you chuckle, taking off your soaking wet clothes. You sit onto his lap, straddling his thighs with your own as you press your body against him. Jake sinks into the water a little, resting his head on the edge of the bathtub.

You use this opportunity to kiss his neck once again, starting off with a few pecks before sucking onto his skin. Jake didn't mind, in fact, he enjoyed it. He places his hands on your hips, lazily rocking them back and forth onto his crotch. Jake knew what you wanted, but you knew he was tired as he wasn’t immediately taking control. The tension that had been building up throughout the day seemed to be melting away, as you nip onto the side of his neck, down his shoulder. It was your favorite thing to do. Jake felt himself grow harder by the second, the rocking motion of your hips adding to the pleasure. Jake moves his hands up your body, stopping at your neck and lightly squeezing. You groaned at the contact, as he pushes your head back so he could properly kiss you. The kiss deepens as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Your hands wrap around his neck, tangled in his hair, eagerly pulling him closer. Jake moves his hands down to your ass, lifting your body up a little, positing himself at your entrance. He knew you were wet, and you both were desperate. You slowly sink onto him, grabbing onto his shoulders. You capture his lips into a kiss again, muffling your moans as you adjust to the stretch. Jake pulls away from the kiss, "Good girl," he whispers sensually, his hands finding its way to back to your hips, guiding her as she began to ride him. He watched in awe, the sight alone enough to make him groan in pleasure. You moan a little louder at his words, your head going fuzzy for a moment with the feeling of his throbbing yeah inside of you. Jake forgot about his exhaustion from earlier as he starts to thrust into you. Jakes thrusts were becoming sloppy, it was difficult to maintain a steady rhythm from how slippery the bathtub was LMAO. You started to quicken your pace, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach building up. You bite the bottom of your lip to muffle your moans. "Babygirl I want to hear you," Jake manages to moan out in between each thrust. Your walls clench around him, signaling how close you were. "Yes sir," you moan out breathlessly, speeding up your movements. Jake could feel himself coming close too, as his pace becomes sloppy, trying to chase his own high. Soon you both come undone, your body limping onto his. Jake brings his hands up to move a few strands of hair from your face, then caressing it. "Round 2?" You chuckle. Jake: 💀🙏

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Why do schools like to make us suffer (finals season 😭+no sleep+ I need to wake up early+no motivation to do work or write)

[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 155 spoilers n thoughts below cut etc u know the drill

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bug when u lift a rock

i love when he has lil soft smileys like this theyre his best look heehee

THIS IS WHAT MY BRAIN WAS MELTING OVER EARLIER TODAY BTW. IM GOING INSANE

THIS HAD ME SHIVERING . TREMBLING LIKE A WET CAT. "when someone really misses another person... they might meet again here." GHH . HGGGGG AAAAAHHH

ok sorry uh. i dont have much insight this time around im just going insane over it,,, a place that represents happy memories and promises to stay together and yet suho has returned here, unable to hold onto both without the ache of loss bc his parents r gone AAAGGHHHG AA

how cruel how cruel how cruel,,, cruel reminders of what he can never return to,,, WHICH MAKES HIM SAYING "i already met my family." SOOO HEARTACHE TO ME

ok sorry im jumping ahead a bit but yeah suho feeling at home as a frontera and moving forward, beyond the memories and the past,,, im gonna THROW UP what the FUCK

ok bouncing back to some sillies this ep LOL

A MAN ON A FUCKING MISSION 😭 LLOYD U MONSTER HAHAA javier being happy that lloyds back to his motivated self tho makes me so happy WEEHEEHEE

ALSO JAVIER IMMEDIATELY BECOMING SOCMED FAMOUS IS SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA honestly the ppl who r taking pics. so real. me too. i can only imagine how insanely pretty javier would b if he was in our world,,, his protagonist-level good looks are dimensional constants .

i am a little bit confused as to why javier said this considering he was so ready to bring lloyd back at all costs when they first got here? mmm maybe his worries were quelled when they were taking the mountain trail to the tower? im not quite sure,,, maybe i missed smth

ALSO HIS FRIEND OMGGG

IM SO GLAD WE GOT TO SEE HIM AGAIN hes working construction now too!!! wahoo!!! hes still got that face tho lol

OH OH AND THE COP CHASE RIGHT

javier folding the clothes is so silly hes such a good lil guy 😭 vs lloyd just leaving them scattered LMAOOO it was nice of them to leave a note n the gold for the cop guys tho!!

i also liked that the cops kept fucking posing thru out the whole ep HAHAHA ive never seen jjba but its like jjba level posing theyre so silly

AND FINALLY YAA THEY GOT ALL THE MATERIALS SECURED

i rlly liked javiers lil "!!" at the bottom here HEHEHE

so so happy they got the stuff!!!! restoration of fate can SUCK AN EGG THEYRE GONNA BEAT IT!!!! hopefully

afaik theres no telling what the jewel of truth is gonna actually say abt fighting fate,,, or whether or not the jewel will give the answer that easily,,, hopefully it goes smoothly lloyd deserves a break atp 😭😭😭

also how r they gonna put the thing together havent they been flying over the ocean w draggy recently . werent the mermaids tryna figure out who was commanding draggy so that they could sic em for opening that portal to hell 😭 WILL THAT B A PROBLEM? (dont actually answer that)

man oh man milestone achieved but still so much to do for these guys,,,, i wanna put them in a box and contain them and let them have a break they deserve it

ok thats it for now,,, if i start brainrotting again ill prolly post abt it here or on twitter,,, see yall next week!!!!

[fruitcoops]

p l e a s e i need more reg and leo! maybe leo going to nyu for a christmas party or something??? awk baby reggie being timid to give leo a present bc he’s never really had a best friend before him? i’m obsessed with your writing!!!

Presentssssss! It's nowhere near February (thank god) but I spent a lovely morning in the sun with a dear friend and wanted to write some bestie vibes <3

It was unseasonably warm, for a Tuesday in February. Leo liked to think that was on purpose. That somewhere, somehow, the universe was apologizing for dropping him into the Northeast and causing winter to exist.

Not that it had much to apologize for—everything else about Gryffindor had turned out to be rather perfect.

The toe of Regulus’ sneaker kept a metronome beat on the hood of the car. Back and forth, tap-to-tap-and-tap, white rubber and black canvas against dark paint. The metal beneath them was sun-warm and Leo could feel himself getting sleepy.

“I got you something.”

“Mmm?”

“I got you something,” Regulus repeated. Leo watched him through the sliver of his periphery, rummaging in his hoodie pocket. It was too big—Sirius’, if he had to guess—with a faded logo on the front. The cuffs were frayed from anxious hands the same as Regulus’ other ones. It was good to see him branch out with colors. The faded blue looked nice on him.

Leo jerked his chin up. “Nice sweater.”

Regulus’ neck reddened. “Not my first choice.”

“Honest, it looks good on you.”

There was a vague, murmured assent before Regulus emerged from his search and thrust his hand out to Leo, nearly smacking him in the chest. “For you. Bon anniversaire.”

Leo bit back his smile as he sat up against the windshield and rubbed the drowsiness from his eyes. They were still working on the whole ‘teasing’ thing. “Thanks, man. You didn’t have to do that.”

Regulus frowned slightly. “I know.”

“Still. Thank you.”

The box rattled when Regulus pushed it toward him again, oddly reminiscent of a puppy offering its chew toy or a cat bringing a dead mouse over the porch. Wrapping paper crinkled in Leo’s hands, thin and wrinkled; scotch tape had been slapped on a bit haphazardly and one corner was ripped from its journey.

Regulus shuffled a millimeter closer, hands hidden in his pocket once more. The minute tilt of his chin gave away his impatience like a neon sign.

The twine bow slipped free with ease, as did the top fold of paper. There was no card, but Leo had expected as much. The gift alone was a surprise; he wasn’t dumb enough to think Regulus would start spilling sappy words to him.

The box was hardly bigger than his palm and had clearly been snatched from an earlier gift. Sturdy cardboard and a well-fit lid that came free with a gentle wiggle. Leo heard Regulus’ breath catch. He was leaning even closer now, peering over like he had forgotten what he put in there.

Or, perhaps, looking for something else. Leo paused for a moment with the lid half-on and risked a glance out of the corner of his eye. Regulus’ gaze flickered between his hand and his face, as if his reaction was worth bated breath and a pale hand twisted in old polyester.

Leo took the lid off and let out a bark of laughter. “Oh my god!”

“You like it?” Regulus asked immediately.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” He reached inside and took the small Squirtle figurine out, turning it over and over in his palm. “Hold on—”

Gel pens, hard candies, a pop-socket, various trinkets—at least a dozen other items were nestled in the little box with the same care as the mini Squirtle.

At least a dozen little moments when Regulus thought of him.

It hit Leo like a slapshot to the chest. He looked down at the Squirtle, at its painted smile that matched his laptop sticker. More vinyl stickers were tucked to the side of the box and he recalled an offhand comment to Regulus, months ago, that his new waterbottle looked naked without the usual decoration.

“Dude,” he said quietly. Regulus shifted next to him, Converse squeaking on the hood. “Dude, thank you.”

The nerves written all over Regulus’ face broke into careful hope. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it?” Leo laughed. “I love it, are you kidding?”

“Oh, okay.” Regulus’ small smile betrayed him; he stiffened when Leo pulled him into an awkward side hug, but relaxed after a breath or two and offered a light pulse back.

“This is—wow, this is so cool!” The stickers were all different, too. Leo could see it in his mind’s eye: Regulus, out running errands or exploring in his quiet way and seeing them by the register. Seeing a rack of stickers and thinking of Leo, of all people, more than once as a passing thought. Painstakingly unwrapping minifigures and peeling price stamps off with his constantly-bitten nails.

It was—it was just too much.

“Regulus,” he said again, softer.

“I was worried it wasn’t right.”

“What?” The tiny wrinkle had appeared between his brows again and Leo nudged him on the shoulder until it faded. “Hey, hey, no, none of that. This is the best present.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“It’s my favorite,” he insisted. Regulus still looked skeptical. “It is, don’t give me that face. I love it. It’s the best.”

“It’s a Pokémon.”

“And candy, and stickers, and, like, a billion other things I like,” Leo argued. “It’s my birthday. I get to decide what the best present is.”

The smile returned; he took Regulus’ punch to the arm happily. “D’accord, it’s not so bad,” Regulus admitted, twisting his hoodie strings around and around in spirals. Despite his words, he looked more than a little pleased with himself. “I haven’t—” He hesitated, then tipped his head back and forth. “I haven’t given a lot of birthday gifts. So. I’m glad you enjoy this one.”

“You’re really good at it.”

Regulus’ ears turned pink. “Ouais?”

“Ouais.”

“Well, merci.”

“Your school friends are damn lucky to have you.”

His grin broadened, affectionate in a way that made Leo’s heart squeeze. He was so fucking grateful for the wreck of last January. “They’re cool,” Regulus agreed. His foot collided with Leo’s ankle. “You’d like them.”

“Sorry, I don’t mix well with nerds.”

Regulus took great care to place the box on the top of the care—a touch Leo appreciated for Squirtle’s sake—before wrestling him into a swift headlock.

[o-chunks-appreciation]

I would like to hear your in-depth thoughts on O'Chunks, Count Bleck, and Super Paper Mario as a whole!

Woah this is just gonna be a big ramble on how much I love the game and why.

I’m gonna start with Super Paper Mario as a whole, I’m a really big fan and I have been since maybe around 2016 or so. I was vaguely aware of it as a kid but after watching a cosplay chess (its where you get a bunch of cosplayers to roleplay and they’re on a big chessboard and they act out in character to defeat each other until there’s a winner or sometimes even a subversion of plot) video that had a Dimentio cosplayer in it I decided to look into the game. By that point I was no stranger to jester characters, I used to rewatch the Marx fight from Kirby Super Star Ultra all of the time so I was immediately going through SPM play throughs, fanfic, fanart. It’s a game I seem to be thinking about all of the time for months and years on end without a break lol. It admittedly catches my attention more than the other Paper Mario games, I’m not sure why, perhaps because it’s so visually different in aesthetic and character design. I enjoy its silly moments and it’s dramatic lore, but I also have a very specific issue with some parts of the lore being vague in Carson’s stories specifically. He’s always ending his stories in a question or talking about how much of a mystery these stories are. Maybe it’s on purpose and maybe this is also wishful thinking on my end, but sometimes I theorize that maybe they were going to reuse some of SPM’s lore for another game. I uhhh can’t say much about the game play because I’ve been enjoying SPM through play throughs.

On to O’ Chunks!

I think he’s in last place in terms of fandom popularity in terms of the Castle Bleck cast. Honestly I sort of get it, he’s not conventionally attractive and most artists sort of struggle with drawing older, bald, and bearded characters. Especially back in 2007 when the game was released when the anime art style was very popular on Deviantart. You could turn everyone else in castle bleck into a cutesy attractive anime character since their designs are just vaguely human enough for you to make your own little interpretations but with O’ Chunks you can clearly see he has a very human design so you can’t really make a Gijinka of him like you could the others. I think there’s something cool yet funny about that though, like he’s some unchanging force throughout everyone’s interpretation of the cast. (But I think it would be really cool as well to see people stray from his main design and interpret his design in the same way people would the rest of castle bleck)

He’s played off as sort of a joke character and then you read up on Carson’s stories of him and then it’s all like Woahh this is the same dude we’re talking about?? Funny characters that are secretly tragic is a trope I really like.

I think it’s really silly how everyone plays into his “chunking” catchphrases like Count Bleck saying: "Very well, O'Chunks. I'll leave the hero-chunking to you. Do not fail Count Bleck." Or Dimentio saying: "Mmm... I do enjoy a good chunking...", it’s really fun that the other characters are willing to hype up O’ Chunk’s catchphrases.

Also I think everyone sort of just glossed over the fact O’ Chunks was begging to die because he didn’t want to go back to Count Bleck and tell him he got defeated for the second time and only changed his mind after Dimentio shows up and talks a bit and afterwards he’s all like: “yeah I wouldn’t kill myself unless the count told me to.”

In conclusion he’s a really cool and underrated character and I like him a lot!! (If you couldn’t already tell by the blog theme and name lol)

Finally on to Count Bleck!

Wahhhh I love his lore and story it’s sooo bittersweet I want to fall to my knees dramatically anytime I think of it. He definitely seems like the type of guy that thought he didn’t care about his crew and everything they’re all doing was purely business because he’s just so caught up in his whole depressive world ending shenanigans that by chapter 8 he’s sort of surprised that he likes his minions as much as they do.

He’s still very much a bad guy, wiping out whole worlds and also lying to his very loyal group about making a way cooler world afterwards, and also on top of that even manipulating some of his minions unfortunate circumstances to get them on his team. (I.E: O’ Chunks) but I will let it slide this time because he’s a cool character to me.

All the memory sections of the game are so cute until it hits chapter six and then it’s like….ouch my feelings. He was mourning her so bad he would’ve unknowingly killed her if he’d succeeded, damn. But he didn’t so they got their nice little happy ending, and they’re just so cute together yaayyy!! (I’m in love with the picture of them under the tree at the end of the credits and I totally start to tear up when I see it with the credits music)

He’s a really interesting character and I can’t find myself finding another Mario character that inflicts this same emotions his lore gave me.

[slickchickchocolatier]

maybe hee babying yn or yn babying him when one of them is sick or in the bad mood or something along those lines, i think it would be cute ^^

awwww this one is so cute.

"What's wrong?" his calm voice asks, as you laid in his bed, curled up.

The pain was too great for you to handle, the cramps would not disappear no matter how much medicine you took for it.

'God...I hate this time of the month....so annoying.'

You remark to yourself as you began your menstrual cycle.

Adorning your body with sweat bottoms and a loose fitting t-shirt, you laid and suffered in a moment of silence. Peeved, hungry, and annoyed with everything, you gently spoke out to him as he walks up to you.

"Nothing, just not feeling well."

"Still?"

He noted. It was strange, yesterday you were completly fine. Then this morning, when he woke up, you had appeared to shut yourself out somewhat. While you still appeared loving and bid him a good day, you opted to stay and call in sick from attending classes, which normally was something that you wouldn't do at all for something so minor. Yet, from time to time, some months were worse than others, this just happened to be one of them.

"Babe...I think i should spend a few nights in my dorm room."

"What? Why?" his eyes widened as his voice slightly piqued.

"I'm just....I'm hurting."

"I can see that. My poor baby, is there anything you need? Did you take your medicine?" He inquires, as he sat next to your laying form, with your back turned towards him as you laid on your side, cradling your stomach.

"I did."

He pats your back, leans over to get a look at your face. He reaches over and checks your temperature on your forehead.

"Hmm...good, it doesn't seem like you have a fever." He remarks.

"Did you eat something bad?" he inquired.

"N-no....I just."

"What is it baby? Do you need to go to the hospital?" he asks as he rubs your back.

"No....I just need to rest...it hurts." feeling the cramps kicking in brutally, you couldn't bear to refrain from announcing the pain.

'God...it hurts....' you mentally note.

"Babe? What's going on?" His eyes started to appear overly concerned.

Before, for the entire time you were together, the stress of school work, and the events with Samuel along with Vicky transferring schools had caused you enough stress to where you had skipped or delayed having your menstrual cycle. Even when it did come in, it was light and lasted merely for a couple of days. Not to mention, you weren't living with him inside his frat room, making this the first time him being present during your worst moment in life.

"Nothing...i'm fine. Just give me a few days to rest. " you remark as you close your eyes.

"A few days?" he inquires somewhat confused.

"Y-yeah.."

Sighing, he straightens his seated posture for a moment and gazes down on the floor. Having growing up with only a brother, and no sisters, it didn't hit his mind immediately. Even having the girlfriends in his past, including Vicky, who all were nowhere as close bonded as you were with him, thus leaving him the dark when it came to realizing the signs of the monthly struggles a woman goes through.

Sitting, puzzled, and trying to figure out what you possibly could be sick from, he stares at the ground and zones out as he tries to figure out how to fix the situation.

Nothing.

You note his pensive state. Finding it somewhat adorable and comical as he sat, with his eyes covered as always by the bill of his cap, and his eyes and nose appearing aloof as he tries to figure out what you were sick from.

"Baby...." you softly speak out.

"Yeah?"

"I"m fine. dont worry okay?"

"I just dont know what you could be sick from."

"I"m not...really sick. I just...mmm..."

"Then what?"

"Heeseung...its shark week."

".........." confused as he side eyes the floor to his strong side, the pensive state reflects in his face.

"Come again?" he asks somewhat confused and concerned that you had become dillusional, thus speaking nonsense.

".....It's....that time of the month for me....." you speak out softly as you turn your gaze away and close your eyes. Not even having the strength to feel embarrassed as the pain was kicking in once more.

His eyes widen as he watches you tight your wrap around your stomach.

..........................

"Why didn't you say something sooner? Y/N?" He immediately begins to spoon you.

"He-Heeseung...." you furrow your brows as the pain kicks in once more.

Now he knows. After recalling the one moment where he and Vicky had a terrible fight when they began dating, her temperament had changed, yet she was more snappy than how you appeared to be. He recalled having a conversation with his mother who outlined the details of a woman's misfortunate each month, while also outlining the duties that her son should carry out, should he truly care and love the woman that is subdued to their monthly curse.

Though he dated Vicky, and all his other girlfriends, he never cared enough to be there for them as he was willing for you.

"What do you need? Do you need be to get you anything?" he asks.

"Are you....craving for something sweet?" He genuinely asks, recalling his mother's conversation.

"N-no thank you...i just need to rest."

He nods. You drift off to sleep shortly after as he continues to cradle you, and strokes your hips.

You wake up a couple hours later, turning around in the bed, you felt an abundance of warmth around you.

Taking note of what it was, you saw that you were swallowed by a large heating blanket. It was soft and the warmth it provided felt like heaven.

You hear typing beyond the headboard, knowing it was Heeseung seated at his desk on the other side grading papers as his professors assistant.

Sitting up, he hears the shuffling noise you make. He quickly gets up and walks over, still with his jeans, long sleeve and his hat on, as if he was about to go somewhere.

"How are you feeling? Are you hungry?" He grabs your hands and strokes the back of your palms.

"...I'm fine. Did you get this?" you ask inquiring about the heated blanket.

"Yeah." he merely answers in a near whisper as he licks his lips and stares at your hands.

"thank you. It feels nice." you remark.

Standing up, he goes over towards his closet. Opening it, you take note on how the floor of it was covered with bottled water, snacks, juice, and even canned fruit. He grabs a bottle water and walks back over. Handing it to you, he speaks.

"I did some shopping while you slept. Do you need anything? I think i got everything that you need, but if i missed something, let me know." He hands you the bottle water, but not before twisting the cap off for you.

You felt a slight vibration next to you, it was his phone. Seeing a message from a number you recognize, you tap on it to see the conversation.

It was a chat he had with your mother. It seemed he felt comfortable to reach out to her since he had just met her and your father a few days ago when you all had dinner together.

Looking at the chat, you saw that Heeseung had asked your mother for guidance on what type of items that he should get for you, in which your mother delightfully responded with emoji's and heartfelt messages outlining items that would help. The last line from your mother read,

"She likes pastries alot :) "

Quickly turning your gaze forward as you hear him walking back to you, you come face to face as he stands before you with a plate filled with pastries.

[darkboysroadtrip]

[this was supposed to be a part of the last ask so it is not drawn.]

"I can listen to almost anything" Remus says, "but the noiser, experimental, trash music is the best" he's shoving the rolled up tent into its bag, "I like loud, wonky, weird, shredding music the best!

"A lot of grunge and any and all other genres of punk can be found in my playlist, you'll also get the random musical, EDM, straight up horror noises" he windmills his hand, "y'know the usual."

"I don't think most people listen to actual screams of terror with flesh ripping, squelching and blood gurgling sounds" Virgil says.

"You don't know that, besides you listen to Doki Doki Literature Club soundtrack stuff, it's the same."

"That's totally different."

"How so My Little Nightmare?"

"That has music to accompany it."

"You... got me there" Remus agrees, "it is a pretty banging soundtrack."

Remus has finally finagled the tent back in its bag and hands it off to Virgil who hauls it on top of the car.

"No surprise to my music taste here but, any kind of emo, punk, rock, you know the stuff."

"You like jazz" Dee says, he's now sitting on the ground with Thomas and Marcy.

"I've come to like jazz because of you."

"True, but you still like it."

Virgil sits down with them, Marcy immediately goes to sit on his shoulder; Thomas in turn goes to sit in his lap to continue playing with her.

"My music taste is hard to pin point" Dee says, "I guess along with the jazz, I like whatever my boyfriends play and some classical in a movie villain type of way."

Virgil snickers, "yeah, sometimes it's scary how accurate that is."

"How do you figure?"

"Dude, sometimes I'll come into the office and you'll be standing at a window with a book in your hands, a glass of wine on the sill with low classical music playing" he laughs, "sometimes I think you're not even reading, it just looks like you're plotting something."

"Maybe I am" Dee wiggles his eyebrows.

"Oooh I love plots!" Remus butts in, "what are we plotting?"

Virgil pats Remus' head, "sorry babe, nothing."

"As far as you know" Dee mutters.

~~~

"As a Broadway Star" Roman starts with a hand fanned to his chest, "I can't see myself loving musicals."

There's a beat of silence.

"Less! I physically can not not love them, they are part of my passion, my very being."

There it is.

"I mean c'mon how can you not love musicals, they're just so enchanting!" he enthuses.

"Fun fact!" Patton pipes up, "Roman has his own recordings from his shows on his phone, so we tend to listen to them quite a bit."

"I can't help it, I'm just so talented" Roman says.

"I don't quite understand musicals, however I do enjoy listening to Roman sing" Logan says.

"Everyone does!" Patton agrees.

Roman, puffed up with all the praise is absolutely beaming.

"Eh, I've heard better" Remus teases.

Roman makes a high pitched and very offended 'ugh', "how dare you!, I can't believe my own broth- actually I can, that's so sad, you make me sad go away."

Remus gets right up next to Roman, his nose practically touching Roman's cheek.

"You'll never be rid of me" he whispers hoarsely.

Roman smacks Remus' forehead when he places it there to shove him away.

"Go finish your packing you gremlin."

Logan stops and looks off like he's looking at a camera in The Office.

"Music of all kinds are wonderful" Roman continues answering the question, "if you have the energy and/or an extensive friend circle-"

"You have other friends?" Virgil yells over.

Roman ignores him.

"-you can find something good in any genre."

"I agree" Patton says and sits next to Roman, "there's so many good music choices out there! And finding new things are always fun!"

He makes a face, "mmm well... there are some things I can't quite listen to, but that's more of a sensory issue."

Logan stops his packing to stand with his partners, "I have an appreciation for rap and I have a soft spot for nerdy educational but funny songs - I don't listen to much music honestly, I do enjoy whatever my partners put on though.

It's not that I don't like music it's just I don't go searching for it" he adjusts his glasses, "besides I like listening to podcasts so that takes up most of my listening to things time."

"You listen to uuuuus" Patton says in a lovey tone.

"I like listening to you, and I would very much like it if you would listen to me."

Patton and Roman glance at each other.

"We - we do though?" Patton says, his head cocked like a confused puppy.

"We've gotten really good at that" Roman agrees.

Logan purses his lips, "yes you have, and it is appreciated greatly"-

"I hear a 'but' coming" Roman stage whispers.

"Mm, yes" Logan says, "your butt specifically Roman, to help pack."

"But I am helping."

Logan blinks slowly just once.

"I'm looking for our next digs" Roman explains waving Logan's phone as added evidence, "and may I add: I am very graciously and humbly taking care of said digs."

"So gracious, so humble" Logan blankly remarks, "can you at least pack your personals?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

"After I book these hotel suites."

"Fine, I suppose we do need to know where we're going before leaving."

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Shiratorizawa's Manager:

Manager with an Amputated Leg

Shiratorizawa x GN! Manager

Warnings: fluff; reader has an Amputated Leg

AN: This is a request from Box Gremlin anon!!! I talked with them and they gave me creative freedom on this piece so I went a little light hearted 🥰 Also SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 I'm getting it out of the way now

Support system? 🤝🏻 support system

Seriously these boys love you no matter what YN

You could probably commit a heinous crime and they'd be like

"Mmm it was probably deserved"

These boys respect you so much and know how hard you work

Let's just say that when you started this job, you had already lost your leg in an accident

Everyone in school knew but like it wasn't that big of a deal

YN is capable ok 👍🏻

You started managing the boys volleyball team your first year in school

Goshiki 👉🏻 immediately crushing on you

Doesn't matter, this boy will let you walk over him as he lays in a puddle of mud 🤚🏻

Tendou ADORES you and he's constantly making jokes about your leg

"Come on YN, keep up! It's like your missing a leg or something"- Tendou 🤪

You 👉🏻 then how come I'm still better at blocking then you are 🤨

Semi, Reon and Yamagata are DYING RN

Ushijima 👉🏻 YN is right they have a better blocking record

Tendou 👉🏻👁💧👄💧👁

You wear a prosthetic so honestly the boys don't really notice most of the time

But when you take it off 👀

Omg they kind of low key freak out/think it's like the coolest thing ever

"YN can I try your leg out"- Tendou

Semi 👉🏻😐 🙄

Goshiki 👉🏻 imagine how fast Tendou would be if he had three legs 😱

Ushijima 👉🏻 there's nothing in the rules against it

Semi 👉🏻 giving up he'll never win

The boys are use to your quirks and habits by now

But it's when you are at tournaments that the real fun begins 😏

These angels are absolutely protective of you YN

Just because they literally don't want anyone breathing their precious managers air 🙄

Yamagata totally suggested putting you in a bubble

Kawanishi said no because then you wouldn't fit on the bus

Goshiki then said "I'll ride on top of the bus with YN" 🥰

Literally, this is your life now YN I'm sorry

However, today your prosthetic was bothering you

Maybe it wasn't sitting right and you needed to adjust it

You were walking with Shirabu when you told him you needed to stop and fix it

"Do you need help YN?" He asked as you shook your head

"Go ahead and warm up! I'll be right there!"- You

You sit down, rolling your pants up and removing your prosthetic

Suddently you hear someone say "HOLY CRAP"

You look over to see Karasuno's number ten and bestest bouncy boy staring at you in shock

"Oh hi!" You said waving and going g back to your business

"Are- are you ok?"- Hinata 😳

"Oh I'm fine! Thanks for asking how are you?"- You 🥰

Hinata is still just staring 👁👄👁

You 👉🏻🤨

Then it hits you

"Oh yeah I'm fine! Just my leg wasn't cooperating today!" You say chuckling "darn thing has a mind of its own"

Hinata RN 👉🏻 👁👄👁 oh-

Suddenly our Stoic tree man appears behind Hinata

Hinata 👉🏻 😱😱😱

You 👉🏻🥰 Toshi 🥰

"What are you doing to our manager, Shoyo Hinata from the concrete?"- Ushijima 😐

You 👉🏻 from the what???

"Oh- I was, I was-" Hinata rn 😰

"It's ok Toshi, he was just checking on me! I'm ready now!"- You say standing and waving at Hinata

"Good luck today!" You said grabbing Toshi by the hand and walking away

Ushijima rn 👉🏻😐😑 glaring at Hinata

You 👉🏻🥰🤪🤸‍♂️

You and Ushijima 👉🏻👬

Ushijima 👉🏻😐 🌳

Please YN, I beg you, do less

Once in the gym, the boys fawn over uou like they always do

"YN are you ok?"- Semi

You 👉🏻🤨 I'm fine

"If you need us to hurt someone YN"- Kawanishi

Ushijima is still glaring at Hinata 😑

"Really guys I'm fine BUT 👀 winning the match sure would be nice" 🙃

Please YN that was already a given 😍

[nextstopwonderland]

Family gatherings with Bryan and Zack. If it inspires

Timestamp sequel within my gotta have faith series

Become a part of me (766 words)

Its been a busy year, as Bryan expected, and seeing one another hasn’t been the easiest. When Bryan takes time off in April and May after his match with Will, he almost immediately hitches a ride to Japan with Mox. 

“You know, Bry, if you weren’t so allergic to winning titles this could’ve been you. Would’ve seen your boyfriend all the time then.” 

Bryan just laughs and shoves the IWGP belt out of his face. It’s a little ironic that there’s a member of Blackpool Combat Club who will be getting to see Zack all the time and it <i>isn’t</i> Bryan, but he’s happy for Mox and besides, he has a lot still to do in AEW this year.

But they make the most of their six weeks together. And then he gets to see Zack for Forbidden Door, and then their own rematch at a small venue in England (not a pub this time).

Zack comes to Wembley, watches him face Nigel and lose. The rematch is set for the Tacoma show, which is as close to a homecoming as he’s going to get, even more so than Wrestledream a year prior. 

 Bryan thinks about that night last October, the night everything finally changed for them for real. 

This time Bryan’s family is here and Zack is nervous. 

(“Not good with the parental units,” he said the night before as they were laying together in their hotel bed. 

“They’ll love you,” Bryan reassured, pressing a kiss to Zack’s shoulder. “Just charm them the way you did me.” 

Zack laughed. “It took you over fifteen years to come around, darling, not sure that’s the best advice.”

He ran a hand up and down Zack’s chest, kissing his skin once more. “C’mon, you know you had me earlier than that.” 

“Mmm yes, just playing hard to get like the ponce you are.”

“Maybe don’t call my sister a ponce.” Bryan pauses. “And maybe don’t say cunt around my mom.” 

Zack groans. “This is going to be bloody torture.”)

Zack is trying to hide it but Bryan knows he’s still nervous today. He’d invited him to watch out in the crowd along with his family, but Zack opted to stay in the back.

When Bryan wins, streamers fall and he and Nigel hug and he knows this isn’t the end-end (has unspoken plans already to be at Wrestle Kingdom in January) but it does feel like something. 

He embraces his mom, sister and niece at ringside and thinks about Zack backstage. 

It’s a whirlwind of handshakes and hugs and speeches and people. When he gets to the back, Zack is right in Gorilla, standing with Will and looking happy. His eyes light up even more when he sees Bryan and then they’re walking toward each other and embracing tightly. 

“Magnificent.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Fuck off. Bloody masterpiece and you know it.” 

Bryan smiles as they pull back. The urge to kiss him is strong, but Tony claps him on the back and Will is talking to him and it’s back to being a whirlwind. 

His family comes back a few moments later and Bryan feels Zack stiffen beside him. 

“Is this the young man I’ve heard so much about?” His mom asks. It’s so cliche Bryan nearly groans.  

“In the flesh,” Zack replies, reaching down to squeeze Bryan’s hand while shaking his mom’s with the other. Introductions are had. His sister winks at him discreetly and his niece is fascinated by the fact that Nigel, Zack and Will all have different English accents.

Bryan finds himself getting a little nervous as well, not needing but wanting approval. His family is quiet, kind, and easy to please. But it’s also been a very long time since Bryan actually brought someone home.

When they make their way back to the dressing rooms and Bryan emerges, freshly showered, it’s to Zack telling a story about his childhood and making everyone laugh. 

They catch one another’s eyes and nod, a silent check in. 

Bryan has to abandon them all to do press, but then looks over to find everyone lingering off to the side of the media scrum as he answers questions and reveals which books he’s currently reading. 

It feels right, seeing Zack along with his family. It’s what he’s become. 

Later, in the parking lot while they say their goodbyes, his mom hugs him tightly.

“Seems like a keeper,” she says in his ear. 

Bryan looks over at where Zack is standing, looking on with a fond expression. Zack meets his eyes as he replies, “Yeah. I think so too.” 

[sammyboyimagines]

If you think you'll have the mood to.... How about maybe for billy and something uh smutty maybe 👉👈 ? As big or small as u want. Maybe a little rough and Billy being all dom? (Maybe him tying your hands behind your back sitting down on the sofa and making you ride him)

PS. If u just wanna like chat about this idea instead come over to DMs and we can fangirl over it hehe.

love ya xxx

Burnin' For You

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy is a jealous guy, and you know exactly how to drive him crazy. But this time, he takes matters into his own hands. 2.5k words

Warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI I will steal your dog. I will do it. Handcuffs, rough sex, slut-shaming (just degrading use of the word), swearing, degradation, unprotected sex, riding, idk what else

//I had so much fun writing this darling, i love your requests sm!! I was totally fangirling about how to write this. I was literally giggling near the end lmaooo, luv u <3

"Hey, Steve's having a party tonight. I'm going with Jonathan. Do you want to come?" Nancy wasn't usually a party girl, but Steve somehow convinced both her and Jonathan into participating in the party scene.

"Yeah, sure! I'll ask Billy. I'm sure he'd love to get drunk on a Friday." you laughed to yourself when you remembered the many occasions Billy came home acting like a fool when he was drunk. You looked back on how he'd walked in the door and immediately pulled you in a warm embrace. "Oh, I missed you so fuckin' much. You smell so good. Give me a kiss?" he was an affectionate drunk sometimes.

"Who were you talking to?" Billy put his cigarette out on the ground. He stood by the phone with you at school. "Just Nancy, do you want to go to Steve's party?" You pressed a hand against his chest, hoping to persuade him. 

You had another reason to go to this party. Billy was the jealous type. Any man that so much as looked at you from across the room and he'd be pulling you into a hot makeout session to let everyone know that you're his girl. It was your favorite part, getting on his nerves so he would teach you a lesson. Billy didn't mind either. He loved getting to rip your clothes off at a random's house.

"Yeah, but promise me you'll wear something a little less revealing? As much as I love to see your pretty tits, I don't want anyone else to see them." he chuckles, taking your hand in his as he made his way to his car. "No getting blackout drunk, okay? I don't want to deal with you coming home and laying on me." you giggle when he shakes his head, actually offended that you would ever accuse him of that.

"I never do that!" he didn't remember either way. You get in the passenger seat. "Oh really? So you didn't come to my place and put your full weight on me while we were cuddling?" Billy rolled his eyes and started the car, his hand taking its usual position. Holding your left thigh tightly.

"Alright, I get it. But I choose what you wear." you just nodded, knowing you'd trick him and end up wearing something flashy later on. How could you not? The more people staring, the harder you'd get fucked when Billy drove you home.

After a few hours, it was about an hour before the party. You were applying some mascara, making weird faces that Billy found adorable. You were beyond excited, not just for the party...

You changed into your outfit, a simple t-shirt, and tight jeans. "Good enough for you?" Little did he know you had a little trick up your sleeve. Underneath the shirt was a sexy top you saved for special occasions. Like a party where you were purposefully trying to make your boyfriend jealous. "Perfect, doll. Let's go." he placed his hand on the small of your back, his large hand making your skin heat up in anticipation.

You arrive at Steve's house. Before Billy could even protest, you slipped the shirt off and showed him the top you were hiding. "Mmm, naughty..." he chuckles. Billy wasn't trying to police you, he knew he couldn't hold you down even if he tried. He just wanted you all to himself.

"You stay by my side, okay? Can't have you running off and causing trouble.." he opened your door for you. Such a gentleman...

About one hour in, you were across the room dancing with Nancy, a drink in your hand. "Billy looks a little angry." Nancy pointed at him, making you turn around in your spot. Billy was sitting on the couch, staring menacingly at a guy who was making his way over to you.

It was Steve. "Hey, ladies! Hope you're enjoying the party. Y/n, you look fantastic! You sure you're still with Billy?" It was friendly banter, but you took it as your chance to get Billy worked up. "Thank you, Steve! You're so sweet." you put your hand on his shoulder before laughing loud enough for Billy to hear.

You talked with Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan for about 20 minutes before making your way over to Billy. The dimmed-out lights made it difficult to see. He pulled you into his lap, ignoring your yelp at the harsh motion. "You think it's funny, huh? Flirting with him to make me jealous?" his hands gripped your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to him as his hot mouth kissed your collarbone.

"You think you're so funny parading around in this little number.." he held the straps of your top and pulled them before letting them snap back to your skin. "Making everyone in here eye you when you know that you're mine?" he growls, making hickeys all over you.

"Think Steve is better? You think he can fuck you better?" he pants against your skin, his hips grinding into yours. "Steve doesn't have a fuckin' clue, does he? Does he know how slutty you are when you're on your knees, baby?" he whines teasingly in your ear.

"Say goodbye to Nance and get in the fucking car.." he commanded, spanking your ass before you left. It was loud but not loud enough to be heard, as the music was far louder. You couldn't contain the smile that formed on your face. Nancy smiled at you. "Leaving already? He must have been really mad this time." The boys had left the room already.

You said goodbye to Nancy before joining Billy in the car. You weren't scared of him, you knew he would never hurt you. Billy's top priority was protecting you, he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do.

"Took you long enough." he was impatient now, his dick already semi-hard in his pants. "I'm sorry, baby." you weren't really sorry. He already knew that though.

"Shut up, when we get home you will take everything off as soon as we get in the door." his hand gripped your thigh, just like usual. "Steve Harrington.." he chuckled to himself. "What a loser." he sped off, his tires skidding as he picked up speed.

He parked in his driveway. Billy got a place a year ago once you both decided to be in a serious relationship. He stormed inside, trying to conceal his anger as he fumbled with the keys. You followed closely behind, eager to skip to the good part.

You stepped inside, slowly taking off what little clothing you had on. Billy watched you. "Not fast enough.." he tore your top off you, smirking when you gasped. "That one was my favorite!" he grabbed your face. 

"I don't care. Did you see how many guys in there were undressing you with their fuckin' eyes? No." his hand unclipped your bra in one move, surprising you. "You're mine. Nobody gets to see you but me." he slipped your jeans down swiftly, leaving you in your panties. You were glad you picked a matching set. 

His eyes lit up. "Sit on the sofa." he slapped your ass as you walked away. He loved doing that. He went to his room and rummaged through his closet, grabbing the cuffs that sat in the corner. "Mmm, you're in for it now, sweetheart..." he mumbled to himself.

He came back, the cuffs hidden nicely in his back pocket. "C'mere." he pulled you into his lap with minimal effort. His scent made you dizzy. Cigarettes and cologne turned you on. "Please Billy, I've been waiting all day.." you grind your hips against him, desperate for any pleasure you could get.

"So needy, is that why you wanted to look so slutty tonight? You think anyone could do better than me?" his hands moved from your hips to his zipper. "You think Harrington can fuck you as good as I do?" He really wasn't gonna let you live that down.

"No Billy, please just-" he cut you off. "Just what? Bend you over and fuck you, is that what you want? Or maybe I should let you suffer like the greedy whore you are." he kissed your neck, shoving his jeans off of him. "God, you're so fuckin' sexy. And you're mine. Got it? You're my good little slut.." he groaned into your ear as he thrust his hips up into yours. His dick was pressed against his boxers, a small wet spot from precum appearing as he pressed against your heat.

"I was just being friendly! Please baby.." he chuckles at your begging. "Friendly? Is that what you were doing? I think you wanted to make me jealous. You know nobody compares to me, how many times have I fucked you so hard you couldn't walk the next morning? You think anyone else could do that?" he lifted your chin, your eyes staring directly into his.

You were speechless. It sounded so hot when he described your plan. "Use your words, princess.." he kissed you roughly, chuckling darkly. "Take this shit off." he helped you get your panties off before taking his boxers off. 

"Since you wanna be a slut, why don't you fuck yourself on me like a good little whore?" you felt his tip nudging your entrance as you sat on his lap. "Maybe you could bend me over again?" you remembered how hard he fucked you when you came home from a party. He was shaking the table so much you thought it would break.

"That wasn't a question. You're gonna wear these cuffs and fuck yourself on me until you're begging for my help," he smirked when you blushed at the sight of the cuffs. Billy let you know early on that you could tell him to stop at any time. The last thing he wanted was to force you into anything.

He leaned forward, cuffing your hands behind your back. Your chest was in his face as he slumped back onto the sofa. "So perfect for me." he held your hips, lowering you onto his big, thick cock. "Billy please I need you so bad.." you whined, already grinding slowly. "You have me, doll. Take what you want, since you wanted to be such a slut tonight at the party." 

His tip was already hitting deep inside you. "So wet for me, sweetheart." He knew he was being mean, but he considered this payback for your obvious attempts to make him jealous. You rode him, your head tilted back as you picked up the pace. "Billy please touch me.." you were desperate for anything from him. 

"Sorry, doll. You brought this on yourself. And you look so goddamn delicious like this. You whine and moan quietly, your legs burning as you bounced on his thick cock, begging for him to give in a fuck you like you've been needing all night. 

"Fuck we should do this more often.." he groans softly, his arms laid across the sofa. "You're so tight for me, so damn perfect. Keep going baby, give me one of those pretty moans," he commanded, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers giving you bruises. You moaned louder at the contact. 

"Billy please, I need more!" you cried out, unable to get yourself off. He knew you'd be begging for him. "Do you? I thought you were desperate, seeing as you'd turn to Harrington for some dick. No, I choose when you get more." he grabbed your face, pulling you into another rough kiss. You gasped against him as you rode him the best you could. 

"Can you cum for me, sweetheart? I think you can. Give it to me." he demanded, his voice getting deeper. He grunts as he bites back noises as he focuses on your orgasm. "Give it to me, sweetheart," he commands.

"Fuck I'm so close Billy please fuck me.." you knew that no orgasm would be as satisfying as when he's thrusting into you ruthlessly as your brain goes numb from the pleasure.

"I can feel you squeezin' baby. Look at me while you cum, give it to me princess.." he groans at the way your pussy tightens against him. Your jaw was agape as your orgasm washed over you, your cries of pleasure loud as you looked into his hypnotic blue eyes.

"Good girl, you look so pretty when you cum for me.." he smirked. "I'm gonna need you to do it again. I haven't cummed yet." he pouts teasingly. You whined and tried to fumble with the cuffs but it was no use. "You're being mean.." you looked at him. His face was somewhere between sympathetic and incredibly turned on. 

"No, I'm being fair. This is what you deserve for acting like you don't belong to me." he pulled you close, kissing your breasts. "You look amazing in cuffs, babe." he chuckles. He gripped your waist and slowly moved you, your sensitive pussy making you cry out from the tiniest bit of pleasure.

After a little while, he was holding you above him while he mercilessly thrust into you. You were a mess on top of him, your pace matching his as he pounded into you. You repeated his name over and over, and each time it only fueled Billy's need to make you his. 

Billy watched the way your tits bounced as his cock hit deep inside you, his tip probably hitting your cervix by now. It was hot, seeing you fall apart from his own doing. "Mmm, you like this baby? Yeah, you like that?" he pants, watching your face contort in pleasure as you moaned out his name.

He groaned against your neck as he held you close to him. "Oh god, I'm so close. Tell me you're close baby, I wanna hear it." he reaches down to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Fuck yes Billy, keep going, please! I'm so close please let me cum!"

 "Cum for me, pretty girl. C'mon give it to me.." his voice was strained as he tried to stave off his orgasm. You came with a gasp and cry of his name, your orgasm flowing through you in waves. "Oh, fuuck.." you whimper, your head leaning against Billy's strong shoulder. Billy was so close. "Good girl, such a fuckin' good girl.." he rambled.

Your pussy tightening around him was all he needed. He groaned and held you down on his cock, cumming inside your tight pussy. "You're so fuckin' perfect." he rode out your orgasms before he pulled out of you. 

You whimpered at the loss, making him chuckle. "Sorry baby. Let's get you cleaned up." he uncuffed you, his fingers running over the red marks they left. "We can talk about your behavior in the morning." he kissed your cheek as he brought you to the bathroom. He ran a bath for you, cleaning you himself.

"Did you get what you wanted?" he asked, smirking. You did. You wanted to make him so jealous he'd take matters into his own hands.

"Duh."

//loved writing this, <3