#hes the sweetest character ever and that line made me cry the first time i ever heard it in the show

[lexithwrites]

gorgug thistlespring.

'it's gorgug, keep going.'

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi ari yes! you are welcome

geto canonically (at least i believe so don't quote me) carries a lighter around just for shoko (he makes me want to die he's so sweet and tender) but i love how that doesn't stop most everyone from hcing/drawing him as a smoker god i hate cigarettes but he's soooo hot oh god i should be the cig instea

oh man geto hating himself for making the reader cry... some things never change... i'm in pain again. oh goodness i think. fluff. SPEAKING OF WHICH do you have any fluff recs for suguru? (i've already read all the ones from kissxcore and go6jo though). tumblr search engine fails me every time i try to read

and YES i was fast that's cause i was kind of (really) waiting for this all day and i saw it n howled a little bit wow. never a dull moment on this blog

YOU’RE SO SWEET 🌖 ANON MWAH MWAHHH <33333 it’s not explicitly canon that he carries a lighter around just for shoko, we just see him lighting a cigarette for her in hidden inventory!! with a lighter he brought on his own. personally i think he carries it around just for her tho :33 AND YOU’RE SO REALLL I NEED TO BE HIS CIG. i’m not a smoker either but sadly i fall into the habit of finding smoking aesthetically attractive </3 AND YES :((((( some things never change!!!!! his heart broke a little. imagine finally kissing the love of your life after 10 years of abstinence only to realize they’re crying……… yeahhh. </3

BUT YES SUGU FLUFF!!!! first of all GREAT taste tumblr user kissxcore the actual love of my life (alexis if u see this ily)…… i have a couple sugu drabbles/fics in mind so i’ll link them under the cut!!!!! :3

in no particular order!!! :

black is the colour of my true love’s hair by @/dollsuguru

LIFE-CHANGING FICCCCCC it’s sososo cute and funny and heartwarming :(((( the character/reader dynamic is my favorite Ever (sugu belongs w a silly little reader <333) and there r just . SO many moments that killed me. so much devotion!!!! and love!!!!!! AND HE CALLS READER DOVEEE I LOST IT I CRIED . kairo has some other sugu fics that’re more angsty but they’re Extremely tasty so i def recommend checking them out <33

a thundering first by @/teddybeartoji

THE CUTEST . THE SWEETEST . I GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET SOOOO MANY TIMES HE’S SO DANGEROUSLY CHARMING ….. genuinely got flustered reading this fic i am a weak weak individual. and mickey just has a way of writing intimacy and first meetings that Really makes me melt…. T_T they have some other super duper cute sugu stuff too!!!!

tattoo artist!sugu hcs by @/missukiyo

SOOOOOO CUTE AND FLUFFY <33333 i love tattoo artist sugu soso much and these hcs just made me feel that even more 😭😭 HE’S SOOO SPECIAL TO ME uki’s version of him is simply unsurpassed…….. he’s so boyfriend. so reassuring. made my heart flutter severely

an excuse to touch by @/riaki

THEEEEEEEE COMFORT READ EVER :((((((( i remember feeling sososoos cozy and happy reading it for the first time …. riko just has a Way with words and imagery and i eat it up every time!!! this drabble is just too sweet :((( sugu is so doting in it….. soooo bf coded……. i need him bad.

love by @/hayakawalove

ACTS OF SERVICE KING SUGU I CHEERED!!!!!! this is a super comfy super sweet poly stsg/reader fic but the focus is on sugu and his love language :33 I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHH rem’s sugu is one of my favorites ever we always agree on him and his love….. he’s such a giver. and rem wrote this in such a lovely way it’s just brimming w adoration :((( another big comfort read he’s so Mother

teeth; gum; metal by @/mossmudrock

ONE OF MY FAV SUGU PIECES EVERRRRR moss’ writing has me so genuinely insane i clearly remember the breakdown i had reading this for the first time. i don’t know if it’s exactly fluff? but it’s definitely not angsty!!!! it’s just such a lovely soft piece…. and it’s written so gorgeously. so many lines from it are imprinted in my skull <///3

that suspended in-between by @/seiwas

I LOVE THIS DRABBLE SO MUCHHHHH sel also wrote a super super good fwb to lovers sugu fic… that i adore…. but if you’re looking for pure fluffy vibes this one is probably better. i just think sel has a way of making characters feel super grounded and real!!!! and i love her take on sugu sm…. he is so charming in this.

our first i love you by @/sacchariins

i absolutely ADORE this fic… sadly the original account is deactivated but the link should hopefully still work :’3 i just think geto is so insanely charming in this, it’s a college au and it’s just…. super super fluffy and sweet and funny. it’s one of my absolute favorites!!!!! it inspired me a Lot when it comes to how i view college sugu and a no curses au sugu in general… wherever this writer is now i hope they know how wonderful and skilled they are!!! i think abt this dynamic and dialogue SO often.

cinnamon, honey & sage by @/s0ulm8s

I LOVE THIS ONE. as you know i Adore cult leader geto and i especially love when people depict him in a softer way!!!! which is exactly what this is :3 he feels in character and grounded but also soft…. it’s a delicate balance and i just think the author did suchhh a good job. it’s just rlly rlly sweet!!! and the writing is so pretty too…

housemate suguru hcs by @/luvsugu

THESE R SOOOO CUTE AND WARM :(((( housemate sugu my BELOVED this characterization of him is truly toptier. he’s so good. i need him so bad. just so feel-good and comfy i need to live w him….. roommates to lovers is another of my fav sugu tropes hehe

drabble by @/junosmindpalace

this is such a comfort read :’) it’s sooo sweet and tender and also so nicely written. just very very soft!!!! geto taking care of reader’s hair… and being doting and soft…… sniffleeee i love him. i love the way it’s written too!!!! such a nice take on sugu aaa

there r lots more on both tumblr and ao3 that i can’t remember at the moment, but this is a start!!! it’s reallyyyyy difficult to look for fluff in the jjk tags bc it’s literally brimming w smut but . go to ao3 and use lots of search filters and i’m sure you’ll find lots of gems!!!! sugu nation is so talented it’s crazy

[cumberbatchedandproud]

Ok, I just finished Bloodhounds and I still need to scream apparently so here it goes? (Spoilers warning; so beware if you haven’t seen it all yet...)

I came for Woo Do Hwan (no surprise here of course), but actually stayed for and truly enjoyed so much more :) 

First, I have been devastatingly hit in the face/guts/soul right from moment one by Kim Gun/Geon Woo (to which should we stick?). Let’s start with that glorious opening (which i do not need to mention), and then BAM he’s in truth such a pure lovely adorkable cutiepie at the core, and i just melted right away and forever. Yes, please keep politely apologizing while teaching assholes a lesson - this is such a badass move :) - and yet he’s so sincere in his restraint not to harm the stupid irrespectuous nobody and OH MY, THAT’S IT, I LOVE YOU. (I actually rewind that scene THRICE at first watch before going on with the story: that means something.) And then you bet the narrative did put my poor new blorbo though the wringer over and over, and it was sweetly bitterly devastating each and every time - because of course that man does *DRAMA* just so very very very well. And I was so afraid yet definitely expecting his big squeechy heart would end up entirely erased - and ready to go to WAR to save it - (and so ’’Hyung I’ve become a bloodhound’’ was IMO the most heartbreaking line of the show :() - but OH THANK FOR ONCE THE NARRATIVE that it didn’t happen, no matter what? I AM JUST SO HAPPY? (Who cares about gold and being realistic anyway :))

Then, THE FIGHTS. Porn. PURE PORN. The choregraphies, the execution - everything was a (brutal) delight (sort of) to watch. (And yes those seriously mind blowing breath stopping jaw dropping crouchy crouching forward low hits / escapes / moves / combinations definitely caused a new obsession for WDH’s thighs (Honestly? Like I needed yet another obsession over the man? SEND HELP). And I am not ashamed. He obviously trained, and that’s plain to see, so respectfully taking NOTICE is like the minimum I can do to thank him for his service?)

Also, on a side note, I’m a Rocky fan since my youth (yes, I’m a dinosaur, and my sister and I as teens used to watch Rocky IV (along with Top Gun, Dirty Dancing and Pretty Woman) about every rainy sunday - vhs time, sigh...), so I just LOVED all the ‘training’ moments (and not only for THE SHOW (even if my, my what a show...). Just the wink to the iconic running up the stairs had me with such a silly happy smile on my face :) And that ‘please hit me in the abs with a ball’ had me laughing way too hard and will be forever favourite. And the clapping between push ups was the sweetest thing ever. I could go on and on. *dreamy sigh sigh sigh* (and yes, also drooling sigh sigh sigh - but it is not the point i’m trying to make here...)

And then: Hong Woo Jin, my other beloved, of course !! What a sweety pie too !! Their chemistry was just GREAT !! He does care for that kid !! (Also, they wanted to kill him at first in the script? Thanks FATE then - because Gun Woo and Woo Jin DO come in pair - DO NOT SEPARATE !! GRRRR !!) And Badass archer granddaughter Da Min :) And Kim Myung-gil was a delicious villain, with a bonus true bro Kang In-beom to boot.

(Only minus points being (in no particular order) 1) the plot going on moments ‘what are you even doing/thinking/this is not a plan’ (and odd character disappearance (not that much problematic to me because I didn’t really care about Hyeon-joo) - explained since then) 2) the (apparently obligatory in kdrama - should I start worrying about you all?) ‘just let’s get so very drunk’ moments (besides what’s even the point of making a plan while drunk and not remember it in the morning? (do I drink alcohol? YES. (and btw I mean whisky, not beer or so). have i ever been drunk? no. (am i a self-control freak? YOU BET!)) BUT WHEN THEY MADE MY BLORBO DRINK I FELT LIKE CRYING AND THROWING A FIT !! Respect my man’s trauma about his abusive dad (you will not have me believe it was only Mom getting beaten - MY HEART) and his own pledge to himself - even without the obvious reason, everyone is free to decide for themselves what they want to do or not, okay !! GRRRRRRR !! (Luckily though he didn’t get actually drunk and I was SO relieved (I would have been really, really PISSED if they had, because my man would have been feeling so filthy and sick and I would have been devastated and FURIOUS) - had he eaten a lot beforehand? did he make himself regularly puke in the toilets? (the others were so gone they wouldn’t have noticed) Leave my baby alone, anyway !! 3) And well, the torture stuffs and general sort of purification of badness imo = irk !! There are mostly grey characters and greyer characters here (and two sunshines!); do not try to present them as being models of goodness? 4) And last, not a fan of the way Mom was written too - your omelets do look great indeed but where are your claws to defend your shiny and SO deserving of your love and *protection* son, Madam? (I am a Mom) - but I guess it was meant to make Geon Woo only more blorblo worthy, so I guess I’d just have to forget if not approve?)  

Anyway: no need for a season 2 - let them forever from now on just be besties and idiots in peace, please pretty please !! (I would though definitely enjoy a special about them training some more (Woo Jin as trainer :)) etc until  Kim Gun/Geon Woo ends up champion of course, lol - pretty please JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!) 

[jolienjoyswriting]

Love is Inevitable (ft. Tiera Foxglove), Ch. II

The finale (chapter 2) of "Love of Inevitable," a cross-canon fan fiction story.

The Following is 100% Non-Canon to the Source Material!! This story / chapter is completely non-canon. While the written prose does try to keep things in line with established lore, some characters within may act slightly out-of-character at times. Regardless, it is a completely self-contained work and has no impact on any works past or future outside of its own storyline. Generally speaking, though, all fan fiction is non-canon, innit?

The friendship is in ruins.  What can Joseph do to repair the damage he's done?

Word count: 3,748 – Character count: 21,425 Drafted: June 13th, 2022 Revised: June 14th, 2022 –

I know.  A story where the featured character doesn't fall madly and irreversibly in love with Joseph is a rarity for me.  But, hey.  It's realistic.

Tiera Foxglove and related characters and concepts created by and © herself Joseph Lithius and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li

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    "You… never gave me a reason not to."

    That was the best answer I could come up with.  And, at first, it seemed like the wrong answer.  Tiera's ears and tail fell and her face grew troubled.     "Oh…"     Then, she covered her mouth and shook her head.     "No… no-no-no…  I…"     She paused, moving her hands away.  She looked really worried for some reason.     "Joseph…"     Then, she said the most damaging thing she could have possibly said…

    "Joseph, I… I have a boyfriend…"

    My world was shattered.  Tiera had a boyfriend?  I almost couldn't believe it.  Was that the reason she never flirted with me?  Was that the reason she usually didn't take the initiative in our online roleplays?  Was that the reason I was always the one to pull her into a hug in real life?  Her boyfriend?  Everything suddenly made sense…

    "I… I'm guessing you guys aren't in an open relationship, then?"

    For a few seconds, Tiera just looked at me like I'd gone mad.  Then… she started laughing.  It wasn't a laugh of pity or a laugh of confusion.  She was genuinely amused!  With good reason, too.  We knew each other well enough to know when the other was joking and, honestly, I was trying to be funny.  Anything to distract from the crippling pain I felt in my heart…  Even so, she eventually sighed and shook her head, offering the sweetest, most sympathetic smile that I had ever seen on her face.  It was almost like she knew how I felt.  I silently prayed she didn't have first-hand experience with heartbreak…

    "Joseph…"     Tiera quietly sat next to me, still smiling.  She calmly took my hands into her, rubbing the backs of each with her thumbs.  I knew she wasn't doing that just to calm me down.  She was nervous, too.     "I… I'm really flattered," she told me, her warm, brown eyes watching my golden, tear-filled ones.  "And… if things weren't…"     She looked away, ears folding.  She knew that was a bad way to start her thoughts.     "I-I never meant to lead you on," she started again, looking back up.  "I never meant to give you the impression that…"     She paused, rethinking her words for a second time.     "Joseph, I… I care about you.  Truly, I do!  You're a wonderful friend and a joy to be around!  I just… can't… be…"     Her face became pained.  She didn't want to finish that thought.  She didn't need to.

    "I'm sorry…"

    Tiera perked.  I had finally said something.     "N-no," she countered.  "I'm the one who–"     "I misread everything…" I said, offering a pained smile and starting to cry.  "I thought… wh-when we started…  When the roleplaying…  When you let me…"     "It…  It was just innocent fun, I thought?" she answered.  "We were just roleplaying, after all.  If I'd known you felt like this about me…"     After a long period of silence, I asked her: "Where do we go from here, T?"     And after an equally long period of silence, she answered: "I… I don't know…"

    The two of us sat at opposite ends of the couch.  I was hugging my legs and Tiera was squeezing her arms.  The poor girl looked beside herself with guilt.  Tears were starting to well in her eyes and she couldn't look at me, anymore.  She desperately wanted to tell me something that would fix the situation.  What could she say, though?  That she secretly fell in love with me, too?  That she was going to dump her boyfriend for me?  Or maybe, we could just have a secret relationship that didn't involve her boyfriend at all.  I cursed myself for having such selfish thoughts.  I knew better, besides.  Her reaction to the kiss said it all.  She couldn't be with me like that.  We were just friends.  Honestly, she probably wasn't too sure about that, at this point.  Not after my actions… and her realization.

    "I'm sorry…" I offered, again.     "Me, too…" she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.     There was another long period of silence.     "You're… you're a good person, Joseph," was the next thing she said.  "Someone like you deserves someone who can make them happy."     I stayed quiet.  Where was she going with that?     "I… I can't make you happy," she said with a pained look on her face.  "Not in the way you'd like.  For that… I'm truly sorry."     "You don't need to apologize," I told her with a frown.  "I just… misread everything."     "Maybe… but…"     Her face curled into an uncomfortable smile.     "You said it, yourself…  I 'never gave you a reason' not to…"     I looked down.  She wasn't wrong…     "I should have said something sooner," she said in a calm voice.  "I should have told you that I have a boyfriend…  I just didn't think it was necessary!  You never… seemed serious…"     "Wh… what?"     "Well… whenever you started getting 'flirty'," she explained, "you always backed off before I could even say anything.  I thought you knew I had someone.  You really had no idea?"     My head turned to the side.     "I just… didn't want to make things weird," was my answer.  "You never seemed interested in me, like that.  Online was different but in real life?  N-never.  I don't… I don't know why I thought tonight was different…  M-maybe it… it was the kiss you gave me…"     She covered her mouth, tears finally slipping from her eyes.  She seemed to realize… that kiss was the catalyst.

    We both sat there for a while just generally feeling miserable.  I'm not sure which one of us felt worse…  Neither of us wanted this.  Neither of us needed the heartache.  Tiera never meant to break my heart and I never meant to cast doubt in hers.  What was done… was done.  Our friendship was over.  All because I wanted more than friendship from that cute, blue fox…

    "I'm… going to bed."

    After a while, I stood up from the couch.  I kind of hoped that Tiera would say something… maybe stop me from leaving… but all she did was nod.  I guess our friendship really was ruined…     "G'night… Tiera."     She didn't even answer.  Maybe she couldn't answer.  Maybe she was waiting for me to leave so she could finally break down.  I knew that's what I was going to do as soon as I closed that bedroom door.  I started walking away… only to stop halfway out.     "Tiera?"     I looked over my shoulder.  She was curled into herself, ears folded and tail draped over her feet.     "I… I want you to know that… I really liked being your friend.  And not because of the roleplays or the occasional hug.  You're… you're a really nice girl.  Sweet, cheerful, a little shy…  Hell, you're pretty much my ideal girl."     I knew I was pouring salt on an open wound… but I had to tell her.     "I'm positive that I misread everything and read too far into certain things.  You never gave me any reason to think I shouldn't kiss you… but you never showed me any signs that you wanted me to, either."     Her ears twitched a little.  That was about it.     "For what it's worth… and I truly mean this… I'm sorry…"     "Me too…" she whispered, trying to keep it together.     "And… for what else it's worth?"     I swallowed hard.  She didn't need to hear this but I needed to say it.     "I truly love you."     She flinched, making the couch creak.  I knew that was one sentence too far.  She was just about to lose control.  I quickly vacated the area and sealed myself in my room, not wanting to see her like that… and not wanting her to see me in such a state, either.

    As I lay on my bed hugging myself, all I could do was cry.  I kept picturing Tiera sitting on the couch, arms clenched around the legs pulled up to her chest.  She was in pain…  She was in just as much emotional pain as I was.  Maybe even more.  She hated this situation.  I hated it, too, but for different reasons – or, Hell… maybe we hated it for the same reasons.  I still stupidly held onto the idea that Tiera wanted to be with me but didn't want to hurt her boyfriend to do so.  It was a stupid, selfish thought…  I knew better.  I just didn't care.  I wanted to be with her, but I couldn't.

    Life was "funny" like that…

    The morning after, I stumbled out of my bedroom, flinching as the sunlight hit me square in the face.  I huffed and heaved, groggy and in pain.  I had done… a lot of crying the previous night; enough crying to give me a whopping headache.  I headed to the bathroom and took some medicine for that, then I started for my kitchenette.     "Joseph."     Only to hear a familiar voice call my name.     Slowly, I turned toward the voice.  To my surprise, Tiera was standing there.

    "You… stayed?" I dumbly asked.     "I stayed," she said in a tense, neutral voice.     "Is there… a particular reason you stayed?"     I cursed myself, watching Tiera's ears pull back.     "N-no, wait– I didn't mean–"     "Let's talk," she interrupted.  "Let's… just talk."     I hesitantly nodded.  What was left to say?  I was as curious as I was scared…

    Tiera and I sat on the couch, staying at opposite ends like the night before.  She was looking right at me with a determined expression.  What was her game plan?     "Joseph, I…"  She paused.  "I'm sorry for leading you on."     "Y-you didn't!" I cried.  "I–"     "Let me finish," she said, cutting me off.  When I went quiet, she told me: "I'm sorry for leading you on.  I shouldn't have let myself get as close as I did with you."     I wanted to say something.  I decided not to.     "I'm not… completely oblivious," she said with a shy smile.  "It was always in the back of my mind… the idea of you having feelings for me.  I… I usually ignored it because it made me feel like an egotist…"     The girl laughed.  It sounded a bit hollow.     "Joseph…" she said, looking straight at me.  "I genuinely value our friendship…"     She paused, looking down.     "No…" she then said, shaking her head.  "No, that sounds too clichéd…"     She looked up, then.     "Joseph, I want us to stay friends," was how she corrected that thought.  "I like you!  You're fun, funny, and nice, and I feel calm when I'm around you!  That's… that's all I wanted to say.  Those are my honest thoughts.  Now… I want to hear yours."     I blinked several times.  Tiera was being… unusually candid.  It really threw me.     "You… want my honest thoughts?" I cautiously asked.     "Don't hold back," she said with an encouraging smile.  "The more we know, the more we have to work with.  Even if you don't think I want to hear it, just… let 'er rip!"     She brushed her bangs out of her face, her smile warming.     "Seriously.  Tell me what's on your mind and in your heart," she said in closing.     "Well…" I began.  "Can I ask you something?"     "Yes?"     "What's on your mind and heart?"  I paused before asking, "How do you honestly feel… about me…?"

    Tiera opened her mouth, ready to answer.  However… no words came out.  She brought her hand over her mouth in a closed fist, her smile disappearing and ears folding.  She suddenly seemed far less sure of herself.     "Okay…" she said after taking a deep breath.  "Okay… fair is fair."     She took another breath.  Then… she began.     "To answer you directly, Joseph… I… I feel there's something there.  I didn't want there to be…  It's hard to ignore how you make me feel, though.  Like I said, I feel calm when I'm with you…  There's no pressure and no anxiety.  You like me for who I am and don't look down on me for what I'm not.  I… as clichéd as this sounds… I really value you as a friend, Joseph.  You're patient and sweet and kind.  I don't have to pretend around you.  I can be weird, sad, or even p… pervy…  I can… just… be me!  And that makes me happy."     She paused for several seconds, trying to read my face.  I was trying not to show any kind of expression but I know for a fact that my body language was as bad as hers.  She knew how amazing I felt after hearing all that.     "If I had met you first," she told me with a smile, "there is every chance that we would be dating, right now!  I think you would be a great boyfriend!  But… Joseph?"     She took another breath.     "Joseph…  I'm in a very wonderful relationship with another amazing guy.  I wouldn't… couldn't… throw that away on the chance that you could make me happier.  I… I'm sorry…"     I knew she meant that.  I knew something else, too.     "I respect that."     Tiera perked, tilting her head.  I was finally smiling, again.

    "Tiera…" I began.  "It's no secret that I fell for you like a ton of bricks."     I ignored her shy giggling as I continued.     "I'm not entirely sure when it happened or what changed how I looked at you.  Maybe it was the first time we hugged.  Maybe it was the first time we started roleplaying on Discord."     I blushed a little.     "Maybe… it was that first E-R-P we did…"     She blushed twice as hard and covered her mouth, trying not to interrupt with her giggles.     "Wh-whatever it was… I had this feeling that this cool, cute girl was one that I could spend the rest of my life with.  And, maybe… that can still happen.  Just… not in the way I originally wanted it to."     Her hand moved away and she offered a sympathetic smile.  I smiled back, though it was a bit forced.     "When I look at you," I told her, "my heart beats faster and I feel short of breath.  Even now, after all the drama… I still see you with this… pink heart border, of sorts.  I… heh… I can't help how I feel about you any more than I can control the weather or something.  Without trying, you managed to steal my heart.  And… even now… you never completely broke it."     "What?  No, of course not," she protested.  "Why would I…?"     "Well, some girls might," I said with a chuckle.  "You, though?  You seem more interested in trying to patch some of the cracks and put it someplace safe so it doesn't get more damaged."     She brightly smiled, her tail wagging.  "I… suppose so.  But…"     She trailed off, at a loss for words.  All she could do was smile.

    "I want you to keep it safe and secure," I eventually told her.  "I know I can trust you with my heart, Tiera."     "But I…"  She paused, looking down.  "Joseph…"     "I know it's a lot of responsibility.  But, I also know that you're up for it."     "N… no…"  She shook her head.  "No, Joseph, that's not fair…!"     I expected an emotional outburst.  However, when she looked up, she was still smiling.     "Don't leave me in charge of your heart, Joseph!" she laughed.  "Knowing me, when the time comes to give it back, I won't even remember where I put it!"     "Then, I guess it'll always be safe, won't it?"     She laughed even harder.  I started laughing, too.  This serious conversation had sure gotten silly in a hurry…

    "Joseph…"     Tiera sighed, her smile calming.     "Joseph… I…"     She paused again.     "Joseph…"     Her face warmed a little and her tail wagged.     "Look, if you want to hug me or something–"     Before I could finish my silly thought, Tiera launched herself at me, her arms squeezing my shoulders.  I laughed out loud, wrapping my arms around her middle.  She laughed, too.  She hugged– well, no.  We actually kind of cuddled for a little while.  There was… a little bit of nuzzling involved, too.  Thankfully, we calmed down before things got uncomfortable.  Again.

    "Permission to speak freely, T?"     "Hm…?"     I gently nudged her upright, smiling with a blush.     "I'd love to kiss you, right now," I told her, letting my tail wag.  "And… maybe nibble on your neck."     She put a hand on her shoulder, deeply blushing and shyly smiling.  Coincidentally… her hand was right where I had been nibbling, the previous night.  And that reminded me…     "Tiera, I have a confession…"     "Wh-what?" she answered with a jolt.     "Last night, I… I took advantage of you…  S-slightly."     She blinked, seeming unsure of what I'd just said.  Then…     "I know…"     She looked away, ears folded, face red, and looking surprisingly guilty.     "You… know?"     "I… d-didn't want…"     As she trailed off, I slowly realized what she was trying to tell me.     "You… didn't want me to stop, did you?"     Her face scrunched and she trembled.     "I-I'm a bad girlfriend…"

    I tilted my head, watching Tiera sit there and hug herself.  She sniffled and whimpered a little, doing her best not to cry in front of me.  I'm not sure why I was so calm.  I… should have felt guiltier than I did.  Whatever the reason, it did help me defuse the situation.

    I scooted over, pulling the girl into my arms.  As I stroked her hair, she calmed down, leaning into me and closing her eyes.     "You're not a bad girlfriend, Tiera…" I whispered.     "I shouldn't have let you nibble on me…" was her quiet response.  "That was bad of me for so many reasons…"     "Well, you can think about it like that… or…"     Tiera blinked… then she gasped.  There was no warning as I leaned in a bit her neck.     "J… Joseph…?"     She was frozen.  There was no resistance… but no encouragement, either.  It was only when I started sucking that she finally shoved me off of her.

    "What the hell, Joseph?!" she yelled in an uncharacteristic outburst.     Tiera was giving me a look that could kill.  One hand was clutching the spot where I'd bitten her and her tail was twitching with irritation.  It probably didn't help that I was grinning.     "What the heck…?" she quietly repeated, narrowing her eyes.  "Joseph…  Why?"     "You love your boyfriend."     "What?"  She trembled a little, her face calming.  "Y… yes.  I do.  But what…"     She trailed off, watching my face.  Then…     "Oh."     She realized what I was doing.  And she slapped me for it.  Gently.

    "You're mean," she said with a shy sort of smile.  "You could have just told me what you were thinking instead of showing me…"     I grinned.  "It was more fun this way."     "You animal…"     She play-slapped me a few more times before quietly laughing.  She sighed, then, and offered a much calmer sort of smile.     "O-okay…" she murmured.  "Okay…  Okay, I'm not a bad girlfriend.  I just… let my curiosity get the better of me.  If… if you'd kept going, last night…"     "You would've stopped me," I said with confidence.     Tiera nodded and smiled.  "I would have!"     "So… what does this mean for us?"     Despite the innocent nature of the question… she blushed fairly hard.     "W-wait, I… I didn't mean it like that, T!" I said, blushing a bit, myself.  "I just meant–"     "Let's keep things like this to online RP."     "I… uh… w-wait…"     As I started blushing more… she smiled and tilted her head down, giving me the cutest, shyest sort of look.  I couldn't believe she still wanted to do that, online…     "Are… are you sure?" I asked.  "What if–"     "It's okay.  Everything's already out in the open, Joseph," she told me in good faith.  "It should be fine.  And… I like our little fantasy R-Ps.  You're, um… a v-very good… w-writer…"

    Our faces were both bright red as we stared at each other.  I was fidgeting with my tail and she was playing with her necklace.  We were both… kind of out of words?  Still, I had to wonder how far I should read into what she'd said.  What were the implications of that…?     "What… do you mean by that, exactly?" I asked.     When she hid her face and girlishly laughed… I sort of got my answer.     "Wh-why do you want to encourage me like this…?"     She shook her head.  She had no answer for me.     "Seriously.  It's a bad idea."     When I scooted toward her, she finally looked at me.  Her face was still red and she looked surprised.  Like… genuinely surprised.     "You shouldn't tease me with tidbits like that," I purred as I leaned in.  "It paints a very naughty picture in my head…"     "Mm…"     Tiera's body tensed and her breathing hitched.  I was leaning toward her neck, again.     "J-Joseph, no, please…" she whispered.  She probably wouldn't have stopped me, but…     "You're lucky I love you, T."     Rather than bite her, I just nuzzled under her chin and leaned back.  She smiled in relief, softly ruffling my hair.     "Th-thank you," she said in response to the nuzzle.  "Um…  Uh…"     "For what it's worth?"     She perked, tilting her head.     "I like the way you write fantasies, too…"     The girl looked down with a little smile.  She was only blushing a tiny bit.     "Did… I say something bad?" I asked, noticing a slight discomfort in her posture.     "I should go."     "What?  Wait, hey…"

    Tiera slid into her boots and then walked over to my apartment door.  I got up and followed, just kind of curiously watching her.  She had a hand on the doorknob but… she wasn't turning it.     "T?" I called.     The girl remained silent.  A few seconds later, she turned around and leaned against the door, giving me a soft, patient sort of smile.     "See you online?" she offered, her smile becoming hopeful.     I blushed…  I guess I pushed her a little too hard.     "S… sure?" I answered, not sure, myself.     She nodded, then she leaned forward and gave me a quick hug.  With that, she spun around, opened the door, and left my apartment, leaving me bewildered.

    Later that night…  Um… well…?  I don't… I don't want to…  We– um…  W-well, it doesn't matter!  Just, suffice to say, despite everything… it seemed like Tiera and I were gonna stay friends!  Maybe it wasn't "ideal" and it probably wasn't the best choice for either of us… but knowing just how much we cared seemingly changed things for the better.  We could make it work!  Still… I'd be lying if I said that one thought didn't stay in my brain…

    The thought of being hers.

[elysianslove]

getting passed and railed by the msby black jackals: a guessing game 

as requested, here’s another version of the guessing game. there’s also an inarizaki version! let me know which team i should do next :)

the first to have his hands on you picks you apart calculatingly slow. his hands are large, pressing at your thighs, spreading you open for him, trailing up to your breasts, gripping and squeezing and pinching at them till you’re gasping for him. he spends so much time with his hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your cunt, until you’re crying, begging, sobbing for more, drenching his palm and the bed beneath you. when you’re properly fucked out from his fingers, he finally shows mercy, and pulls away, ridding himself of his clothes. his self control is strained as he approaches you, his cock hard and dripping in his hand while he strokes it. he wants to leave a mark on you, wants you to be sure you’ll never the feel the way you will with anyone else but him, and it shows when he finally sinks inside of you, teeth gritted and a hiss spilling as he gasps about how you were made for him. he has your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands grasping your hips, pulling you up as he fucks into you, hard and fast and deep. he’s reaching within you where you could never imagine, his cock long, hitting every spot that sends your sensitivity skyrocketing, weakening your resolve, forcing you to lose more and more of your inhibitions by the second. he’s already pulled out three orgasms from just his fingers, worn you out so much, that it’s unsurprising the third advances just as quick. you cry out and warn him, “gonna make a mess!” but he only spurs you on, lifting your hips higher, angling it to hit at that spot within you just as he rubs at your clit and you’re gone, squirting and making a mess of him, drenching your thighs and his abdomen. he doesn’t stop until he’s filled you up, until he can see your messy cunt soaked in both your cum and his. 

the second is eager, eager enough to carelessly fall to his knees between your legs as soon as the first steps away, grabbing your thighs and positioning your legs atop his shoulders, before he buries his face in your cunt. he laps and sucks at your folds, cleaning you up of any residue of the man before, and you want to cry at how humiliating and filthy it seems, it is, but he’s just so enthusiastic, so sweet, lips sucking at anything your cunt has to offer him until he makes you cum again, and you feel a chill run up your spine at how this is only the second boy. he’s just so generous with everything, kissing at your thighs, at your belly, up to your chest, peppering your face with kisses as he lines himself up against your hole. he’s calling you the sweetest of names, yet somehow they feel a little filthy falling from his lips, as he pushes the fat head of his cock inside of you, watches with a grin as your eyes widen at the feel of him stretching you. he tells you how good you are for him, how perfect, so perfect, wish i could have you forever, as he fucks into you so fast, like you’ll somehow disappear if he were to slow down for even a second. he’s insatiable, wanting more, more, more, that he pulls out, pushing you onto your stomach, holding you flat against the bed as he sinks into you again, simply using you, his hand so warm and gently strong all over your body. he cums before you do, spilling inside of you, but he’s quick to push your hips up, making you stick your ass out as he fucks his fingers into you, his cum and your arousal easing him in and making everything so much messier as he scissors his fingers and twists rapidly at his wrist, his thumb on your clit. when you cum, all you think is where the fuck did he learn to be this filthy? 

the third has so much to give. his cock meets your mouth before it’s at your cunt. he’s lifting you up before you can think, lowering you so that you straddle his face, facing his legs. he doesn’t tell you to suck his dick, but with the way he’s humping the air, his cock twitching in his tight boxers, you read him all too easily, and fall forward. he quickly lifts his hips to help you in stripping him, and god, he’s so fucking big. his cock is so large, so thick and veiny and long that you can’t even imagine how it’d ever fit, despite having been fucked by two other cocks. three of his fingers sink into you as his tongue laps at your folds, and you finally find the courage to wrap your lips around the dark, drooling tip, swallowing as much as you can of him. your jaw aches and your lips hurt at stretch, but you can’t deny just how good the feel of his heavy cock against your tongue is. the way he’s praising you sounds as if he’s delirious, just panting and whining and calling you the cutest petnames, and minutes later he’s spilling down your throat, cumming so much that it makes you gag and cough and spew out cum onto his lap. it doesn’t bother him though— fuck is still hard?— and he doesn’t hesitate in lifting you up, sitting up against the headboard and seating you on his lap. he doesn’t waste any time, grabbing your legs and hooking your knees on his arms, spreading you open and putting you on display. he begs silently, begs as if he was the one under your control and not the other way around, “put it in, put it in, please,” and once you do, he doesn’t hold back at all, making you easily cum on his cock, and makes everyone watch as he spills inside of you, the cum oozing and dribbling out of your stretched out cunt. 

the fourth gives you a second to breathe, his big, rough hands massaging at your sore muscles as you lay on your stomach. he eases at the tension in your shoulders, arms, back, down to your legs and ass. but despite how kind his hands may seem, his mouth is anything but. he calls you dirty, dirty, dirty, asks you if you enjoy being used like this, if they should treat you like this more often. his words have you burying and hiding your face deeper against the bed, shying away from him. he coos at this, teasingly saying, “aw, baby, don’t get all shy on my turn,” before he spreads your ass, dipping his fingers between your folds before sinking them into you. he’s doing it slow, leisurely, like he’s not really trying to get anything out of this, and you soon find out that yes, it’s exactly that, because his fingers fall from your cunt, and trail up to your ass. at the feel of his fingers against your tight hole, you tense and mewl, but he only shushes you, telling you to be good for him, that he’ll treat you real good, don’t worry darling. he takes his time stretching you for him, but it’s as clear as ever that he’s impatient. still, he makes sure you’re prepped well enough, and you understand why the moment his cock slaps up against his stomach when he pulls at his boxers. god, how were they all so big? he makes sure you’re on all fours when he brings his dock to your ass, when he finally sinks inside of you and you realize oh, oh, he’s so good. he fills you up perfectly, so perfectly, has your arms weakening. but it’s okay that you’re unable to hold yourself up, because he’s quick to pull you up to him, hand around your throat, the other between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit, urgent to make you cum, to make you cum hard. and when he cums, he makes sure to pull out, and to cum in your pussy instead, because, “a cunt this pretty needs it, doesn’t it?” 

the fifth has a unmissable mischievous glint in his eyes, even with the kind smile he wears. he coos and awes at you, marveling at how good you’ve been to all of them, how he’s so happy to have you last, because he’s definitely going to make you feel so much better than all these boys. his hands are experienced, much more, as they press flat against your body, kneading at your thighs, at your breasts, cupping your face lovingly, and he does nothing, nothing, doesn’t touch you the way all these boys have, and you’re already mewling and begging for him, your thighs squeezing and rubbing, desperate for friction in any way. when his hand falls from your face to your throat, it rests there, simply, not a tightening grip at all, but you find yourself lifting up, leaning into him, wanting more. it’s dizzying, the way he’s borderline manipulating you. but god, do you love the way he’s hovering his fingers along your skin, forcing goosebumps all along, or the way he’s kissing you as he lets you grind your bare cunt against his thigh, making you look even more desperate, despite the very obvious tent and damp spot in his boxers. but finally, finally, he stops making you wait, pulling his cock out of its restraints and leaning close to you, lips kissing at your jaw and your neck as he slowly sinks into you. he fucks you missionary, simple as ever, but somehow, it feels the most intense out of all five. he’s everywhere around you and on you and in you, reaching deep within you, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you with his diligent strokes and dexterous fingers on your clit. when he’s close, he pulls out, grabbing at his cock and stroking it harshly, hard and fast and quick, before he spills, aiming it along your body, staining you with his cum. somehow, this way of marking is much filthier than the fact that you had four other boys cum inside of you. 

alright, so who’s who? :) 

characters: meian, bokuto, atsumu, hinata and sakusa (not in order)

[diaphragmjellyfish]

I Have This... Thing

Not My Gif

So as someone with vaginismus, it’s sometimes frustrating to read fan fiction, specifically smut. Y/N always has sex so easily and with very little foreplay, finishing with no issues. And it’s so great for people who can do that, but it’s not the case for all of us. Some of us can’t have any sort of penetration without pain. Some people can’t finish without toys, or hours of work. Some people will never be able to have penetrative sex. There’s all kinds of people, and there’s all kinds of sex. But not near enough fics featuring Y/N’s with these issues. So I’m going to write some, and feel free to request any issue with any character, and if I don’t know that character, we can collaborate to find a character you like that I do know. 

Paul Lahote x reader smut. 

You had lived in Forks for about 6 months now. You’ve known your new friends here for 5 months. And you’ve been the imprint of Paul Lahote for 3 months. Well, you’ve been his imprint since you guys first locked eyes at La Push when you first hung out with Emily, but he didn’t tell you about the whole werewolf/ imprint thing until 3 months ago. Safe to say it came as a shock. Your friends, the people who had welcomed you so easily, helped you move furniture around, and gave you tours of the new town, were WOLVES. Or engaged to wolves. *cough* Emily *cough*. You had to take a few weeks break from them after they told you. After Sam explained the legends, the lore. After Paul told you that you were basically his soul mate. It’s a lot to take in! 

But you quickly realized that you had grown to love the pack. And now that you knew the big secret, things were easier around them. No more lies about where they had all been. No more avoiding talking about their mysterious injuries that only seemed to last for a couple hours. No more awkwardly dancing around why Paul stared at you constantly and wouldn’t let any other guy get within 6 feet of you without having a rage attack and sprinting into the woods. Things were going good. 

Well… as good as they could be without sex. Yep. You and Paul had been together for 3 months and you have not had sex. You didn’t give each other head. You didn’t take your clothes off around each other. You didn’t even dry hump. And you knew it was your fault. You could tell that Paul was getting nervous about the fact that you wouldn’t let him touch you like that. He would never ask you about it, because he wouldn’t want you to feel pressured or rushed, but you could tell it was on his mind. The little sad smile he would give when you stopped things from going further. The hover of his hands over your ass before landing back on your waist. The way he looked almost guilty after looking at you in a swimsuit or crop top. 

See, vaginismus made relationships difficult. You never had a long term relationship before Paul. You were either too scared to tell partners about it, and just dealt with the excruciating pain, which would lead to resentment and breakups, or you would tell them and they would ghost you. Guys don’t normally go for girls who’s opening line is “Hi! I cannot have sex without crying.” You’d been dilating for almost a year now. It was going okay. Some days hurt more than others. A lot of times, Paul would ask you to hang out when you were in the middle of your physical therapy, and you would have to make up some excuse as to why you couldn't. Too tired. Headache. Stomach bug. He was starting to catch on. 

One day, you guys were hanging out at your apartment watching a movie. You had been making out, but as soon as it started getting slightly heated, you had pulled away and got up to get a drink refill. Paul, having gotten used to the routine, didn’t question you. While you were in the kitchen pouring some more juice, Paul asked “Hey babe? Do you have a charger I can borrow?”

“Yeah it’s in the top drawer of my bedside table,” you haphazardly yelled back. 

You heard him get up and go into your bedroom, rummaging around a little. Then silence. 

“Hey babe?” he said hesitantly. You thought he just couldn’t find the charger, so you began walking towards your room to grab it for him. Once you got to the doorway, you stopped dead in your tracks. Eyes wide. Face bright red. Paul held up the dilator you were currently on, which was about 5 inches long and looked… well let’s be honest. It looked like a dildo. The bottle of lubricant that was also in the drawer didn’t help your case. How the fuck were you supposed to explain yourself? You expected Paul to tease you, make some sex jokes, and maybe try to make out with you again, but he didn’t. He looked absolutely crushed. 

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” He asked, sounding on the verge of tears. 

“What?! Paul, of course I want to have sex with you!”

“Then why this?” he pressed.

“You don’t even know what that’s for. Let me explain,” you pleaded, afraid he was going to lose that infamous temper. You’d never witnessed it before, but you were scared you were about to. 

“I think I have a pretty good guess about what this is for!” He exclaimed, holding it up. “You won’t even let me kiss your neck but you have this that you obviously use when I’m not around. You don’t want to have sex with me. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Paul! That’s not true at all!” You were starting to get irritated at his assumptions. “It’s for physical therapy.” 

“Oh, is that what we’re calling orgasms now?” He questioned, exasperated. 

“I’m not talking about orgasms! If you gave me two seconds to explain, you would know that that does not bring me an ounce of pleasure. I hate having to use it.” You started to tear up at this, all the memories of your struggles surging back up. At this, Paul stopped. He looked super confused, but also worried about you. God forbid you shed a tear, Paul would rip the world apart to make you happy again. “Come sit down,” you said, resigned, as you moved to sit on the edge of your bed. Paul, still holding the dilator in his hand, sat down next to you. The silence seemed to last an eternity, but you knew that the longer you went without explaining, the more hurt Paul would feel. 

“I wasn’t lying when I said it was for physical therapy,” you whispered. “I have other ones. All different sizes.” You realized you might not have been helping your case with this. 

“I don’t understand. Why do you need them if you don’t use them to get off?” He looked like a kicked puppy. 

“Well… I have this thing. It’s like… a condition? And I need them so maybe one day I can have sex without any pain.” He still looked wildly confused, and you knew you were going to have to elaborate. “When I first started having sex, it hurt. A lot. But I always heard that it was supposed to hurt the first time. So I just kind of put up with it. It was bad though. I always tapped out, couldn’t go for more than a couple minutes. It felt like this really intense stinging. Like a rugburn all inside me. And it didn’t stop, even after I started doing it more. It never went away… I ended up googling it, and it’s actually something that a lot of women struggle with. I made a doctor’s appointment and was lucky enough to get diagnosed the first time. Lots of women are told they’re making it up. My doctor gave me these dilators, told me how to use them, and said that with enough time and physical therapy, I could have painless sex one day.” When you finished, you turned to look at him. He was staring intently at the dilator, thinking. 

“So, you have to like… stretch yourself? Were you just born too small?” He phrased it delicately, but you knew what he meant. 

“Basically, it’s an anxiety disorder with very physical symptoms. My pelvic floor muscles constrict when I try to put anything inside me, which makes it super painful. It’s like an involuntary reflex. Like blinking when something flies near your face. And I have to condition my body to learn that penetration doesn’t hurt, and that it doesn’t have to tighten up like that. The condition is called vaginismus. You can google it yourself if you want.” 

“Oh.” A pause. Paul knew you had some anxiety, but he never guessed it could cause something like this. He knew you were embarrassed. He could tell. And the last thing he wanted was for you to feel like you couldn’t be open and vulnerable with him. Did you think he would leave you? Or get mad? “Why didn’t you tell me?” Was the question that came out. 

“It’s humiliating. I could tell you were getting antsy about us not having sex, and I guess I didn’t have the heart to tell you that it’s not going to happen anytime soon. This physical therapy, it takes a while. I’ve already been doing it for almost a year, and I still have three sizes after this one.” A tear fell. You wiped it away quickly, hoping he Paul wouldn’t notice, but he did. He moved to wrap his arms around you, putting the dilator back on your nightstand. He embraced you, and the reassurance that he wasn’t going anywhere was more than you could handle. You burst into tears as he pulled you onto his lap and rocked you both, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You guys stayed there until you stopped crying, and then he finally spoke. 

“Y/N, I don’t ever want you to feel like there’s something you can’t tell me. I love you. And yeah, I would love to have sex with you one day, but I’m with you because of who you are. I don’t care if we never do it. You are my person, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you the happiest you can be. This? This thing you think is such a problem? It’s irrelevant to me. To my love for you. And I will be here every step of the way, supporting you, cheering you on, until you don’t want me anymore.” He brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed it. 

“I love you, Paul,” was all you could say. You leaned in and shared the sweetest, most loving kiss either of you had ever experienced. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. When you pulled away, the tension in the room was gone, replaced with you and Paul’s usual light, fun energy. 

“How do you use them?” He smiled as he asked, nodding his head towards your nightstand where the dilator still rested. “Do you like… just ride them? Or..?” 

You laughed, which made his smile broaden. “It’s not a sexual thing. Basically I put a towel down, cover the dilator in lube, and put it in as far as I can without pain. Then, I just sit there and leave it for like 20 minutes. And then I take it out.” 

“So you just like... do homework while you do it?” His concerned face made you laugh again. 

“You have to make your body associate it with pleasure, so no, I don’t do homework. Normally I’ll watch a funny show or eat some candy or FaceTime you.”

He froze at this. “You do this when we FaceTime?” 

This made you blush and look away from his piercing gaze. “Sometimes. I can stop if it makes you uncomfortable. It’s just a nice distraction.” 

“No, no. I don’t want you to stop. It’s just… can I see you do it?” This question shocked you. Not just the question itself, but the fact that you didn’t hate the idea. You loved kissing Paul. What better way to associate therapy with pleasure than by kissing him while you do it? 

“Are you sure? Like I said, it’s not exactly sexual. Or sexy. Like at all. I literally just sit there.” 

“I know, it’s ok. I want to be able to help you, but if you don’t want to we can just go back to the movie.” 

“I mean I do still have to do it today.” You thought for another second, before jumping up and saying “Okay. Let’s do it.” 

Paul looked happy and excited, but also lost. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, or with his eyes. Did you want him to touch you? Or just watch you? Or just sit in the corner of the room and face the wall? You were spreading a towel across the middle of the bed, and went to untie your sweatpants before looking at him. 

“Guess we haven’t really gotten this far, huh?” alluding to being naked in front of each other. It did make you a little nervous, and nerves equal tight muscles, which means pain. 

“Why don’t you put a blanket over yourself? That way there’s less pressure,” he suggested, and you could have kissed him for it. You smiled, nodded, and grabbed a throw blanket from the chair. He turned around to face the wall while you took off your pants and settled under the blanket. 

“Ok, I’m good.” you said. He turned back around, coming to kneel beside you on the bed. 

“Do you want me to just… hold your hand? Or sit here and talk to you?” 

“Would you want to sit behind me?” You suggested nervously, leaning forward slightly. 

“Of course! Yeah, I can do that.” He took this seriously, and you appreciated that. This was a scenario you had thought about many times, and though you knew he wouldn’t be the type to ask you to have sex with him despite the pain, it was always a possibility. The fact that he didn’t take your pain lightly, and let you be in charge so you would be comfortable, meant more to you than he would ever know. Paul gently climbed behind you, putting his legs on either side of you, and hesitantly rubbing your shoulders. You leaned back into him, as if to say I’m okay with this.

“Can you hand me the… “ You nodded your head towards the nightstand, and Paul didn’t need to hear the rest of the sentence before he leaned over and grabbed the dilator and bottle of lube, holding them out in front of you both. You muttered a “thanks” as you took them from his hands, and brought them under the blanket. After slathering the dilator with a good amount of lube, you closed the bottle and tossed it towards the foot of the bed, leaning back and shifting your hips down. Paul clearly didn’t want to overstep his boundaries, so he was slow and careful as he wrapped his arms around your torso, giving you time to say stop. You didn’t, though. He felt your body tense slightly as you dragged the tip of the dilator around your entrance, so he started to rub his hands up and down your sides, kissing your cheek. You turned your head to look at him, and he met you with a sweet kiss. You guys pulled away slightly, before going back in as you began to push the dilator in further. He kissed you with love, tenderness, and care, so as not to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. It was clear that you had the reigns, and Paul would stop as soon as you gave the slightest indication that you were uncomfortable. The dilator was about half way in, and you felt a slight stinging sensation, but kissing Paul distracted you. You brought one hand up to cup the side of his face, pulling him back in. 

Paul kept kissing you, waiting for your lips to part so he could brush his tongue against yours. This is normally where you would stop him, but he knew everything now. There was no expectation of more, and damn. Paul was a really good kisser. He sucked lightly at your lower lip, before nibbling it and letting it go, coming back in with his lips. The combination of Paul’s kisses, the slight heat they brought to your body, and the pressure of the tip of the dilator inside you had you shift your hips, and involuntarily let out a small moan. It was barely audible, but Paul and his super senses heard it. You pulled away and slapped a hand over your mouth, your face turning bright red. He chuckled deeply, the sound going straight to your body, and brought his hand up to pull your hand off your mouth. “Don’t you dare hide those sounds from me,” he teasingly whispered into your ear. You shivered, and Paul started to kiss your cheek, down your jaw, and onto your neck. He sucked on the soft skin, hands squeezing your waist and rubbing up and down. You wanted to try something. For the first time, dilating actually didn’t feel so obligatory, so mechanical and stiff. You pushed the dilator deeper in, just about a centimeter, but enough to give you that feeling you had moments ago. You let out a breathy sigh as you tilted your head to give Paul more room on your neck. He felt you shift your hips again, and brought one of his hands to rub circles on your lower stomach. Skin on skin. And it felt good. 

You kept going like this for a few minutes, and Paul could feel your skin grow hotter by the second. Your back was arched, your neck covered in light red marks, and Paul had the intense desire to see you unravel. He brought his lips from your neck up to the side of your face, getting as close to eye contact as he could in this position, and said “Can I touch you?” 

You knew what he meant. The thought of it made you nervous. No one had touched you without it hurting before. It was almost as if he read your mind when he followed with “I can just stay on the outside…” Oh. You could be down with that. You turned your head to him and nodded. 

“Just try not to touch the dilator,” you said softly. You trusted Paul. He was already being so kind and patient with this, and you knew he would die before he would ever hurt you. The hand that had been rubbing circles on your stomach travelled lower. Lower. Lower. Until he could feel the slight stubble of a past shave, and then your soft, wet skin. You gasped as he touched your most sensitive parts, even more so because of how turned on you were. He gently made small, tight circles over your clit, your eyes rolling back in your head as you fell completely slack against him and let out a moan. A real moan, that Paul swore he would never forget. And he made you make that sound. It only spurred him on. He applied slightly more pressure, but not so much as to overwhelm you. And he knew that when girls were feeling good, the secret wasn’t faster or harder, but to keep doing exactly what you were doing. So that’s what he did, and it had you writhing. Your moans kept coming, and your legs had started to shake. However, because it felt so good, your muscles had started to clench around the dilator, and it was beginning to hurt. 

You didn’t want to rain on the parade. It was going so well. But Paul being the attentive lover that he is, noticed you begin to tense up in a new way. He brought his hand back up to your stomach, concern racing through his brain, and asked “Are you okay? Does it hurt?” 

“It’s kind of starting to. Not you, the dilator. I think I might take it out.” You stared down at his hand still touching your stomach. Such beautiful hands. You didn’t want it to end. 

“Do you want to try a smaller one? Or do you want to stop?” He questioned. 

“I really don’t want to stop,” you laughed. He breathed a laugh as well, and waited for your direction. You had a thought. Paul’s index finger was smaller than the dilator. Much smaller. If you just told him what to do and what not to do, that could feel really good. “Would you want to maybe… Nevermind.” You got nervous. 

“Hey, hey. No. Don’t do that. Tell me what you want,” He brought a finger up to your chin and moved your face towards him. “Tell me. Whatever it is, Princess. It’s yours.” Your whole body shuddered at this. He’s never called you that before, and to say it did something to you would be an understatement. 

You let out a breath, gathering courage, and said “Would you want to… use your finger?” 

He stopped at this. “Like, put my finger inside you? That wouldn’t hurt?” 

“I don’t think so. It’s smaller than this,” you said, bringing the dilator out and up. “And as long as I tell you what to do, it could be really good,” you said the last part shyly. 

“Okay, Princess. I can do that. How do you want me to do it?” 

“Try to do more… pressure, and less… friction? Like try not to go in and out so much, but you can move it around inside.” Your face was once again blushing intensely. 

“Anything you want. You just have to promise that you’ll tell me if it even hurts a little.”

“I promise.” You said it confidently enough that Paul brought his hand back down under the blanket. He circled your clit a couple times, making you shiver and release a breathy sigh, before moving his middle finger even lower, circling your entrance. He gathered some of the lube that was there from the dilator, coating his finger, and you brought your hand down to hold it, guiding it inside you at a speed that was comfortable. It was smaller than the dilator, so he was in you in 15 seconds. He stopped, and gave you a minute to adjust. Your hips writhed again because of how turned on you were, so Paul brought his other hand down and began circling your clit again. Your head fell back on his shoulder as you began to moan again, hips moving even more now. Paul took this as his queue to press his middle finger up against your inner wall lightly, causing a loud moan to leave your mouth. You were too far gone to be embarrassed. 

“There you go, baby,” he praised. God, this was the hottest thing he had ever seen. He was barely touching you, barely moving his finger inside you, and you were a mess. He had been rock hard since you guys started, but your ass was rubbing against him as you moved your hips, and he released a small growl at the feeling. This only turned you on more. He kept moving his finger in you the same way. Pressure, not friction. Pressure, not friction. He kept telling himself this. He wanted to finger bang you into oblivion, but the risk of hurting you was too high, so he kept up with rubbing the tip of his finger against that spot on your upper wall, in a “come-hither” motion. Your moans began to get higher in pitch, your body tensing even more.

“Relax your muscles for me, sweetheart,” he encouraged, and you did. Your release was approaching rapidly, and you wanted to grind against his hand, but you didn’t want to risk pain, so you trusted Paul to get you there. You were panting, hips shuddering, face scrunched, as your climax hit you like a wave. Your legs shook as you opened your mouth in a silent scream, and Paul carried you all the way through it. You came down, and lightly grabbed his wrists. He knew that that meant stop. So he slowly withdrew his finger, brought it up to his mouth, and sucked on it. Head still up in the clouds, you watched him, slack-jawed, as he popped his finger out and moaned. “So sweet,” he purred. Watching him suck on his finger like that made you think of something you’d like to suck on, and you looked down at Paul, still rock hard, and turned around in his lap. 

“Let me return the favor,” you said with a smirk.

[crimefightingspiderguy]

My final thoughts on WandaVision (so it goes without saying if you haven’t finished it, don’t look past Vision)

What I liked:

• I loved the sitcom concept, super cool. And finding out why she hung onto sitcoms for comfort was just *chefs kiss* pay off wise.

• I loved how it started out as a slow build up (but I do think it would’ve worked better to have longer episodes to make things fit better and not feel as rushed towards the end)

• I loved Darcy, Monica and Jimmy’s trio. They were so fantastic together and the actors all did great.

• On the note of Monica, IM SO EXCITED TO HAVE A WOMAN OF COLOR SUPERHERO (especially since she’ll eventually be a main character not just a “sidekick”) 🥳

• I LOVED Pietro/Fietro/Ralph/Uncle P (whoever the hell he actually was). I obviously have some dislikes about the last episode, but we’ll get to that later. I loved how fun Evan Peters was. He really did a fantastic job even though no one knew what was going on with his character, he ate that shit up and left no crumbs.

• Wanda and Visions love story is so much better now that we got to build up to it rather than us just jumping into it (how I felt in Infinity War)

• SCARLET WITCH BOUT TO MAKE ME ACT UP. HOLY JIMMINE CRICKETS WAS SHE LOOKING GORGEOUS AND POWERFUL IN THAT LAST EPISODE

• Billy and Tommy are some of the sweetest children I think I’ve ever seen in a movie/show world and I love them with all my heart and soul and I really hope they do return.

• ITS BEEN AGATHA ALL ALONG 💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻🕺🏽💃🏻

• “what is grief if not love persevering”

• “we’ve said goodbye before so it stands to reason... we’ll say hello again” IM CRYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.

• Wanda tucked in Billy and Tommy so they’d be asleep before they were sucked away with the hex 😭😭😭

• “thank you for choosing me to be your mom” 😭

• That second end credit scene with Scarlet Witch astral projecting was so trippy (I love it) and the boys calling to her broke my dang heart.

• overall the special effects looked really cool

• omg Elizabeth Olsen breaking her back to create the hex was 10/10 she’s so dedicated to the motions/physical acting of it all. Also all her crying scenes, it all felt very real and it really made me sob whenever she was hurting.

Things I didn’t like:

• Episode length. I understand they wanted it to go with the length of a normal sitcom, but it doesn’t work when you’re flashing back and forth between the sitcom and the real world. The time got messy towards the end and things felt rushed like the Vision vs. White Vision battle was just boring because it had no climatic energy to it.

• Too many loose ends/wasn’t clear enough. By that I mean, who was Jimmy’s missing person that led to him learning about the hex? (I’m hoping it was Evan Peters’ character, but more on that later). What happened to White Vision? Does Wanda have Agatha’s power now or did she just make it so she couldn’t use them?

• Ralph Bohner? Really Disney/Marvel? Really? You’re telling me you got Evan fricking Peters just so you could stunt cast and fuck with the audience and end it with a dick joke? Not cool.

• Why no Darcy in the last episode other than 2 seconds :(

• Hayward... Thats it. I just really hate him.

• some of the script/lines were a little questionable... like idk a lot of Agatha’s lines once she was revealed as the villain just were lack luster after her amazing intro and they were sort of tacky.

• I didn’t like how they hyped up certain things just for them to not really be significant (like Monica saying she knew a space engineer who could get her in and it was all mysterious, then not even ending up needing the truck they built or the character not really having much of a “wow” show up)

• I’m back to the Evan Peters thing. Why would they hype up his character’s mystery identity for him to just be a random dude named Ralph Bohner??? That’s such terrible writing (obviously I’m not an expert writer, but I actually did internship at a magazine where I had to read submitted stories and judge them and see if they were worthy of publication. And my minor in college was writing. So I do know a little about story telling, and something is off about the way they did this.). It’s either the fact that it’s just plain bad writing, or it’s a misdirect. I want to believe that Marvel knows how much people would enjoy EP in this show and would eventually expect more from him in the MCU. Now obviously, this is Wanda’s show and she decides what makes it on and what doesn’t, so maybe Ralph is the missing person Jimmy was looking for, but Wanda doesn’t know that, nor would she want it on her show. Maybe he really is Quicksilver but they put him in the Witness Protection Program when he came over from another universe? Or maybe he really is just a nobody who Agatha lived with because his house was conveniently close to Wanda’s. Or maybe he is someone of significance because who just has a random headshot lying around with their proof of ownership of their house and other paperwork and then laughs at their name Bohner even though if they’d had that name their whole life they’d be sick of the dick jokes?? Maybe they left it vague enough so they could gauge audience reaction to EP, if it was good they could come back to it in a mutants movie/show (or maybe even Doctor Strange 2 or Spider-Man 3) or if it was bad, just leave it at he’s a random person who already lived in Westview. Idk all I know is if they don’t end up bringing him back I’m definitely gonna be significantly less interested in any morphing of the XMen and mutants into the MCU.

Lastly, I just wanna say the actors and actresses all did fantastic (especially Elizabeth Olsen and Paul Bettany). They all play such complex roles this time around and it really showed how passionate they were about this project. I loved them all so much and they truly brought this show to life (yes it has flaws, but it was their first attempt at a MCU timeline show, and the actors did what they could with what they were given so none of my criticism go towards them). I really enjoyed this overall (and I’m genuinely sad to see it ending) and I’m looking forward to seeing Wanda being a bad mamma-jamma in Doctor Strange 2.

[evermoreparker]

Biggest Fan

Synopsis: When you and Tom realize how much your baby daughter loves Frozen, Tom decides to surprise her playing her favorite song, but she doesn't have the reaction he was hoping for.

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It was a quiet evening, just relaxing at home with Tom and Sophie, when you heard the familiar strums of a guitar. It was only a few notes at first until you recognized the song that your husband was playing. It was a sweet song with such sweet memories that made you lull into a thought of the past.

As soon as the soft knock on Elsa's door stopped and Anna started singing, your daughter looked at the TV screen as if it was the sweetest melody she has ever heard and it made Tom's heart melt. The way Sophie's eyes were so focused on the screen made you laugh, it's like she was hypnotized. As soon as the song ended, she went running to you and Tom, telling you two how much she loved that part of the movie and the song.

Over the next few days, you and Tom giggled and chuckled about Sophie’s concentration and seriousness in practicing the song. You even watched her as she tried to make a dance routine, it was so cute and precious. One of the days, she even got into your closet and put an old pair of heels on, saying it was her turn to perform. You and Tom cheered her on as she belted out to her new favorite song, telling her how amazing she was.

Knowing how much your daughter loved that song, Tom learned how to play it on his guitar and how to sing the lyrics for Sophie. Tom practiced for that all week, because who cares if he's got to memorize Spiderman lines for the next movie, he needs to impress his baby daughter first. On Sunday he was finally ready to give your daughter the performance she deserved, but what he didn't expect was how much she hated it.

You started recording once Tom gave you the go-ahead and placed the phone down in a steady position on the table. You sat back quietly as Sophie walked into the room, confused at the sound of the guitar. She was usually at daycare when Tom practiced the song, or asleep. Tom chuckled, feeling excited to show her the song he’s been practicing.

Instead of the original “Elsa?” In the beginning of the song, he replaced it with Sophie, and you giggled a bit, glancing over to her. “Sophie? Do you wanna build a snowman? C’mon let’s go and play!” Tom sang, smiling widely as he watched Sophie unfold what was happening.

She struggled to say something at first, making Tom sure that she enjoyed it but the moment she opened her mouth, he realized he was wrong. “NO! NO! Stop it right now!”

Knowing how self conscious Tom gets about his voice you weren't sure if you should laugh at your 3 year old daughter hating her dad singing and playing for the first time to someone other than you. Before you could say something, Sophie turned to her dad who seemed confused about if he should keep playing, knowing how you two have the same weird sense of humor and this could be another one of his daughter's jokes.

Uncertain of his next movement, Tom went back to just playing his guitar, too scared of his daughter hating his voice. Before he could even touch the first string Sophie snatched the guitar with her little hands, shouting out,  ''No more Frozen for you!''

Sophie tried to take her dad's guitar out of his hands, but she realized it's useless to carry something that heavy, instead, she went to her room and searched for the Olaf plush one of her many uncles got her as soon as they heard about her newest obsession. Holding it tight as if it was the real character, she sang to it softly the melody that she loves the most in the world.

Back in the living room, you and Tom stared at each other for a few silent seconds, confused about what Sophie did. “What? I thought she loved that song.” Tom spoke up, a bit dejected and upset. He didn’t understand her reaction at all but he snapped out of his thoughts once he felt you place your hand on his shoulder, after you stopped the video.

“I think she does. Don’t be upset babe. I think she wasn’t expecting that!” You cheered him up, smiling back to him. You didn’t want to laugh in front of him in case that gave him the wrong impression, but you found it adorable that Sophie stopped him that way. You never saw her act that way before, but you could tell she really cared about Frozen.

“Maybe? I’m just confused why she did that.” Tom responded, shrugging back to you. After another moment, you sent him another sweet smile, still finding his song incredible.

“You’re a great singer and guitarist, honey. Maybe she was jealous or something.” You reassured him once more.

Tom still thought that something went wrong with his voice, until you tried to lighten up the mood. ''Did you see how she held the guitar strings to try to stop you from going again?'' You chuckled, and Tom put the guitar aside so that he could put his hands on his face. For a second you were worried that you said something wrong that would make him more upset, but he took his hands off his face. And then you saw that he was trying to hold back his laugh, and that was a sound that you loved to hear. ''I'm just glad she didn't throw something at me''

''C'mon,'' You tried to restrain yourself from laughing, but you ended up joining your husband. ''It wasn't that bad!'' You said while losing your breath from laughing too hard.

''I mean, I'm sure I won't be able to dress up Frozen themed for her birthday next month now.'' He said, understanding that would only make you laugh more. ''Man, I had the dress and everything, even bought the blonde wig on Amazon.'' He pretended to be upset about it, and almost immediately looked at you to see if you were amused.

A few quiet minutes went by before you two heard Sophie’s voice carry through the house. You knitted your eyebrows together, instantly recognizing the tune she was singing and Tom tilted his head to the side as well. “Is that what I think it is?” He mumbled to you as you started to smile more, nodding your head back to his question.

“Let’s go check up on her.” You whispered back, not wanting Sophie to hear you while she sang. You got up from the couch, along with Tom and slowly walked up the stairs, hearing her voice get louder.

“Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman. Go away, Anna! Okay, bye.” Sophie continued, not noticing you and her dad in the doorway. She was playing with her Olaf plushie, making him dance along to her song.

You glanced back to Tom, chuckling silently as he smiled back over to Sophie, proud she was singing. He understood why she acted that way now; that song was special to her and only her. Maybe she didn’t want to hear her dad sing it and possibly embarrass her.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, clearing his throat once Sophie stopped singing.

As the newest singer in the family stopped her performance, you two sat on Sophie's bed waiting for her to continue while smiling, encouraging her to keep going. When she went back to her little concert, you smiled at Tom while leaning into whisper, ''Watch and learn how your daughter is not shy at all about singing in front of people.''

He scoffed knowing you were just teasing him. ''Please, we don't count. She has seen you cry, and sing, over Louis Tomlinson's solo on History.''

''Hey! That's low, you know how that song makes me cry, it's their last song, it's their goodb-'' Tom stopped you before you told him again how much that song meant to you and the fans. ''Ok ok I'm sorry babe, I think it's a great solo, I'd cry if I was a fan too.'' He said while putting your head on his shoulder. ''Don't talk shit about my boyband, that's my Frozen.''

Tom laughed at your reference, and turned around seeing his daughter suddenly quiet. She climbs on Tom's lap, while you two hug and congratulate her on her amazing performance. Too caught up on the family hug, you didn’t notice your daughter leaning to whisper in her dad's ear.

''Daddy?''

''Yea my love?'' He hummed back.

''What's shit?'' Tom's eyes widened as he looked at you begging for you to help him. You raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged before leaning over to Sophie.

“Don’t know, I heard him say it first.”

[writing-in-april]

Star Wars vs. Star Trek

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

This is my entry for the secret fic swap that was organized by the ever amazing @imagining-in-the-margins 

The person I got was-  @sunlight-moonrise  who is an amazing little bunny that I love

Thankies all around to my lovely helpers @definitelynotkatesblog , @clean-bands-dirty-stories​ and @httpnxtt  Plus I was inspired by all the asks that @reidscardigan​ gets, it fuels my smutty thoughts!

Warnings: Jealous!Spencer, Rough sex, Impact play (on the heavy side), Face fucking, Light degradation, Choking, Bruising/Marking, Hair Pulling, Unprotected sex, and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I had a great time writing this I think its one of my best works! Feel free to drop a request in my inbox if you have a request (No duplicate requests please)

Word count: 3.6K

Masterlist   

  Spencer and I finally have some vacation time, and my god it feels like it’s been forever. We both worked ridiculously hard at the BAU, so Hotch had finally determined that it was time for the team’s mandatory two-week break this year.  

As soon as we got home the both of us stripped of our work clothes and cuddled up on the couch to watch some movies. Spencer had the remote in his hand scrolling through to find a movie, the cursor landed on Star Trek. I could feel his puppy dog eyes looking up at me through his glasses that he only wore at home trying to convince me into letting him choose it. “Noooo Spencer, we watched it last week” I groaned. Sometimes it felt like your relationship was Spencer and Spock, and you as the delightful third wheel. “Ok what about a different one? We don’t have to watch any of the vintage ones, the new movies aren’t my favorite but they’re still extraordinary pieces of film art!” he ranted enthusiastically. “No, why don’t we watch Star Wars?” I begged, he knew it was my favorite but still insisted that Star Trek was better. “No, because I know you’ll ask to watch the sequels and I don’t like them, the story is just a repeat of the originals.” his eyes rolled and I was surprised they didn’t get stuck in the back of his head. Spencer and I have had this argument many times. The back and forth on which series was better was exhausting but so exhilarating. “Star Wars looks better, has better music, and better plot lines overall!” My voice slightly raised, I hated it when he tried to prove me wrong about this. Star Wars was my cemented favorite just as his was Star Trek. “Star Wars has straight up inaccuracies while Star Trek has improbabilities, not outright errors.” Spencer snarked back. I could tell neither of us were going to win this debate anytime soon. We always ended up in a shouting match about  why we thought our favorite series was better. “Fuck you! I’m right, Star Wars is so much better! I mean look at Kylo Ren, he’s so much better then Kirk or Spock!” Spencer’s face turned into an expression mixed with jealousy and rage. “And look how good he looks during that interrogation scene!” I continued. “You think he’s hot?!” He accused profiling the look I had on my face as I was talking about Kylo “What are you jealous of a fictional character?” I asked mockingly, a knowing smirk adorning my face. Maybe I could get him riled up enough to get something else out of tonight. “N-no of course not that’s absurd!” He squeaked out, giving away how he truly felt. A coquettish smirk grew on my face as I got an evil idea. I deftly snuck my hands into my sleep shorts, slipping under my cotton panties and started to rub soft circles on my clit, not fully giving myself the stimulation that I desired. Spencer’s eyes bugged out of his head getting whiplash from the conversation switch. “Kylo” I moaned out with a simper, gathering my slick arousal I slid down my folds, pushing a finger inside, immediately crooking the digit to locate my g spot. I wanted to push Spencer to the edge of jealousy till he snapped. He got practically feral if I worked him up enough. I continued my descent into a selfish climax- adding another finger, as I picked up the speed of my thrusts into my dripping heat. My mind was so lost in the pleasure I forgot Spencer was there- until my hand was violently jerked from my pussy by a tight clasp on my forearm, just before I was about to fall into bliss. “What do you think you're doing?” Spencer spat.

That voice was usually reserved for unsubs, which served to further dampen my panties, his mind had switched into his dominant persona that was prevalent in the bedroom. “Just indulging myself, Spencer, since you won’t.” I bit back, irritated I’d been brought back from the edge of toe-curling bliss. He shot me a harsh look and tightened his grip on my arm, a warning if you will. I could tell I had just gotten myself into deep trouble, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to rile him up further. “Get in the bedroom and strip. You’ve earned yourself a punishment, brat.” His tone had gotten down right deadly at this point, but I didn’t let that deter me. I was on a mission. I decided to further dig myself in a hole by ignoring his order, simply crossing my arms and turning my head away. I could feel his bitter gaze boring into the back of my skull as I continued to defy his order, my excitement pooling in anticipation for the brutal punishment I’d surely earned. We sat like that for a while- refusing to break out of my sass, and him making sure that I was really ready for what he had in store for me. My legs started to squirm, the tension was almost unbearable. Just before I was about to give him another smart remark his other hand shot out to my leg, holding it firmly so I was no longer moving. A surprised squeak escaped my lips as Spencer  flipped me onto my stomach, my knees coming to rest on the floor and my chest pressed into the couch. I tried to regain my balance in an attempt to crawl away from him but he quickly moved to hover over my form, boxing me in with his arms. “Are you trying to get in more trouble, Dolly?” he asked, his tone dark and condescending. A pathetic little whimper escaped my throat. When I failed to reply quick enough by his standards, a large palm came down on my backside, forcing an answer out of me.

“Yes! I’m sorry Sir, I was trying to get in t-trouble.” “Tsk tsk. Only bad girls like punishment, Doll.” He sounded disappointed. I dug my nails into the plush and hid my face into the cushion, trying to escape from under his heavy gaze. He pulled my hands to rest behind my back, tying my hands with what felt like a drawstring from sweatpants. He’d learned to improvise during our time together; had he left to find more appropriate rope, there was no guarantee I’d be in the same position he left me in by the time he got back. He snaked his hands through my hair, yanking hard to pull my body flush against his own. “Color?” He asked quickly, checking in with me, which only made the situation hotter-what can I say? Consent is sexy. “Green” I replied with a grin. Being disciplined was always exhilarating. “What’s my punishment, Sir?” He let go of the grip on my hair, his hands swiftly moving to remove my shorts and now soaked cotton thong, revealing my bare bottom to him. I rubbed my legs together trying to get some sort of friction but was interrupted by Spencer wrenching my legs apart. “You do that again I’ll add 20 more and you’ve already earned yourself 40- plus a little extra something.” His words hummed against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver trickling down my spine. I groaned in protest and tried to wiggle myself away from him, his hand coming down onto my left cheek in response. “Doll-“ He warned sharply. “If you keep this up I won't let you cum for a week.” His words shook me to my sassy core; I was greedy and there was no way I was going to get myself in more trouble. “I’m sorry...” I muttered into the couch cushion. “Say it louder, Dolly.” The sing song tone/cadence of his voice felt like a trap- contrasted to his previously dark tone and warning smack brought down on my backside. “I’m really sorry, Sir!” I shouted. With my cry, I gave up control to Spencer entirely.  He loved when I acted like this, no matter how angry he pretended to be. “Do you mean it this time?” I could hear the devilish smile on his lips. “Yes!” I confirmed on a shaky breath. I was done fighting him. “You’re so good to me a-and I shouldn’t have tried to make you jealous.”

Although he couldn’t see my eyes, I put on my biggest, sweetest set of puppy dog eyes to really drive my point home.

“So you’re going to sit pretty and take your spankings like a good girl, right?”

I nodded sheepishly, secretly hoping that maybe, just maybe if I was good enough that I might get to come tonight. He let me stew in my thoughts for a minute before resuming his assault on my behind. His hand gripped both cheeks into his palms, kneading the tender flesh that was about to be covered in black and blue handprints. As the first strikes landed on my right side, he grabbed a blanket for me to cuddle into as he landed each smack, his full strength being used in each one, exhibiting just how much I pissed him off. My nerves were prickling, my ass had already started to sting and he hadn’t even reached the 10th strike. I’d definitely be able to feel the pain for the next week- maybe longer. Teardrops started to coat from my lashes onto my cheeks as he switched to the left cheek. By the time he’d reached the halfway mark, the blanket had become soaked by my uncontrolled muffled sobs. His rhythm never faltered as he continued to pepper the now-raw skin of my bottom with more punishing blows. “What are you?” He finally spoke as he was nearing the end of his count, my fingers digging into my palms to help me get through the last few. “I’m a bad girl, Sir” I pathetically whimpered into the blanket.

A brutal THWACK landed against my backside, letting me know he was looking for me to use my big girl voice.  A sob raked through my chest, sending more tears down the blushed apples of my cheeks. “I’M A BAD GIRL, SIR!” My bruised bottom felt like it had been burned by hot coals with welts forming as evidence, as Spencer drew out the last few at a languid pace. When he finally finished, he dropped his head down to plant kisses on each injured cheek, a sign of appreciation for behaving. “You dirty girl, you're getting off to this ” He said matter of factly, moving to run his finger through my drenched folds, his fingers probed my entrance trying to get me more worked up. Surging forward, he replaced his fingertips with his tongue stirring a fire deep in my belly, placing delicate kitten licks along my folds. My body writhed against his touch and for a moment, I thought I might get off easy. Until, again, he pulled away just as I was about to shatter into a million pieces. “Sirrrrr, please?” I begged, my clit was throbbing in tandem with the blood pounding under the skin of my raw and tender bottom. His threat from earlier became evident- he wasn’t going to let me cum easily. “No, Doll, you still haven’t proven that you’re sorry enough.” He roughly yanked me off the sofa, positioning me on my knees in front of him, his clothed cock sitting right in my eye-line. The sweatpants that he had dawned were taken off quickly, I drank in the sight of his hard cock through tear-stained eyes. “Color?” He asked while cradling my jaw. The realization hit me, and I became blissfully aware of one thing: he was about to fuck my face. “Green.” I was always happy to give Spencer pleasure, and to see all the power just my mouth had over him was insanely erotic to me. He gripped his cock in one hand, pulling my chin down to open my mouth with the other. I stuck out my tongue for him and leaned forward, wrapping my lips around the head of his erection to begin gently sucking. Precum filled my mouth as I started to bob my head, working my way farther down his length each time until I reached the base of his cock. I choked slightly, my nose nuzzling against the hairs of his waistline. He gripped my hair on both sides with each of his hands and did a shallow experimental thrust forward, giving me a taste of what was coming. My eyes screwed shut as he set a fast pace, his tip hitting the back of my throat, tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes again. The hardwood grinding against my knees sourced a new pain, but all I was focused on was the cock  being shoved down my throat and pleasuring the man it was attached to. “Open your eyes, Doll. I want you to see what you do to me.” I glanced up with my glassy red rimmed eyes to gaze at the beautiful sight of Spencer, his head was tilted back, sweat coating his ruffled curls, with his mouth hung open in a silent gasp. Even through my tears I could see this man was an angel.  I groaned, somehow I was even more turned on, so much so that I could feel a pool forming on the floor from my arousal. He rutted harder into my mouth signaling that he was close to his release, drool was now dripping from the sides of my mouth, wetting the thin material of my pajama top. Hot spurts shot down my throat with a strangled cry from him. Tasting his salty release on my tongue, I drank him in, savoring every last drop he had to give me. As he pulled himself out of my mouth, the string of spit connecting my lips to the head of his cock snapped, falling down my chin. Saltwater still cascading down my cheeks met with the mess on my chin, creating  a messy mixture. Spencer pressed a thumb to my cheek, pushing the few drops of cum that escaped along with some spit into my mouth. “You being a cry baby, Dolly?” he cooed condescendingly, wiping away the drops that accumulated onto my cheek bones as I sent him a little pout. “You should’ve thought about the consequences before you broke the rules, Doll.” Turning me around, he pressed my chest into the coffee table across from the couch. Though I still had on my shirt, the cold surfaces rubbed against my sensitive nipples making them harden to a peak. He hadn’t done anything for a minute, so I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing. I was met with a harsh tug at my jaw forcing it to prop up facing the tv. The television flicked to life flooding the screen with the Disney+ logo I tried to glance back again to shoot him an incredulous look, but again I was repositioned roughly to stare at the screen. He clicked through until landing on the Force Awakens. My brows furrowed, but I decided not to push my luck by asking any questions. He pressed play and started fast forwarding until he landed on the scene I had been referencing that got in me trouble in the first place. Kylo Ren graced the screen, starting his interrogation with Rey. Was he going to sit here and make me watch it? Was he going to let me cum? Or was he going to edge me the whole night and hang me out to dry? I was snapped out of my thoughts by a tug at my neck, his palms wrapping around like a necklace, pulling my torso up so that my eyes locked perfectly to the moving figures on the screen. “You think he could fuck you better then I can, Doll?” he ground out. “That pathetic boy compensates with his saber, yet you have the whole package right here sweetheart.” I gasped and wriggled at his words, becoming down right desperate to have him do anything to me. He finally relented, dragging his free hand up my folds, still just barely touching me- ghosting around my clit. He sucked dark bruises into my neck, and as his teasing touches continued, I impatiently whined. “Please, Sir I need you.” “Why should I? You have Kylo don’t you?” “I already said I’m sorry, Sir! And I mean it really!” My begs filled our apartment, loud enough to completely mask the sound of the movie. I had been completely ignoring the film, focusing solely on trying to gain some sort of pleasure from the man endlessly denying it. “Ok, Dolly but only if you promise to never do it again.” I tried my best to nod against  his vise grip on the column of my throat. He deftly snuck two fingers into my pussy, fitting snugly inside of me causing my body to unconsciously move my lower half against him. He started to pump and curl them, expertly hitting the perfect spot each time making stars appear behind my eyes. Suddenly he removed his fingers, quickly replacing it with something far more satisfying before I could complain. His cock bottomed out, filling me to the hilt eliciting a surprised squeak from me. He always made me feel so full-it felt like heaven. His hips propelled forward starting a rough rhythm that left almost no room to breathe, the movie had been completely muffled by our moans and sounds of slapping skin, a heavy dose of sex lingering in the air. His thrusts were irritating the already brutalized flesh off my ass, but the stinging sensation just aided in ecstasy that flowed through my veins. “You look so much prettier with these bruises.” He grunted as I tried to arch my back to a steeper angle so I could take him as deep as possible. “It shows everyone who’s mine, even if they are a fictional character.” Spencer was repeatedly hitting my g spot sending me closer and closer to the edge, but I knew I had to ask permission before I came. “Please, Sir, Please! I’m so close! Can I cum?” “Why do you think you deserve to cum Doll?” He asked, I should’ve known he was still going to throw one last tease in before letting me orgasm. “Because- I - I don’t know I just need it!” I let out a frustrated sob as he continued to thrust with reckless abandon. “Ok. Doll. Let. Go.” he said, accentuating each word with a sharp rock with his hips. My eyes rolled far into the back of my head as I was sent careening into pleasure, the coil that sat deep in my belly snapped, sending me into violent waves of pleasure. As I rode out my delicious high, Spencer’s hips stuttered and the grip on my neck was tightened as he shot ropes into me, stuffing me to the brim. He let go of my neck letting me relax my head onto the table. I’m sure I had a messy, freshly-fucked look on my face but I couldn’t be bothered to care.“Have you learned your lesson?” He asked once he had caught his breath. I nodded meekly, knowing full well I’d be back on my brattiest behavior as soon as these bruises faded. We both groaned as he slipped his softening cock from out of my folds. He slowly padded away to grab his items for aftercare-my favorite part. I had never had a partner show so much care for me like Spencer had. He came back with everything he needed and got to work, starting by cleaning my folds with a washcloth, then switching to a fresh one wiping the tears and spit away from my face. Aloe that he had made sure to warm up was then squirted onto my cheeks, he rubbed the liquid in softly massaging the abused flesh with gentle care. My limbs still felt like jello when it was time to stand, so Spencer helped guide me into new clean pajamas, he even made sure to pick out the velvet ones I liked, they always felt like little soft caresses were being peppered against my skin when I wore them. “You ok, Doll? You haven’t said anything.” He whispered gently, as if afraid he’d startle me. “Yeah” I croaked.My voice had been thoroughly abused throughout the night making rasp harder than normal. “Just feel a little woozier than normal.” He quickly enveloped my form into a hug, drawing me in close so I could smell the cologne that made itself a part of everything he owned. Sitting us both down on the couch, he found as many blankets and as possible making a little fort of warmth around us.

“I’m sorry I was harsh, Doll.” “No no, I liked it, it was just intense.” My scratchy voice obviously made him cringe. “So you are jealous of a fictional character?” I cheekily quipped to try and cheer him up. He let out a chuckle in response and started to ghost little butterfly kisses all across my face.

“I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “Sing to me?” I asked softly. I cherished his horrible singing with all my heart, it made me  soft and mushy on the inside. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know dear how much I love you, please don’t take my dolly away.” I started to drift to sleep even though I was fighting to giggle at Spencer’s croaky singing. Despite his god awful singing in my ear, sleep found me, whisking me away to the land of sweet dreams. I drifted off in his arms, knowing I was his good girl- knowing he would love and cherish me until the ends of the Earth.

[skamamoroma]

I Promised You The Moon - Episode 1 Thoughts - aka did John Hughes direct this and not tell us?

Oh I had to wait so long today to see episode 1 as I was working but I am so very happy I waited till I was in bed and with a cup of tea... which I then cried into four times. So that’s where I’m at. This is going to be long, I’m not even sorry in the slightest!

For ITSAY, I made so many posts about this show and how moving and beautiful it was, how the symbolism and writing was exceptional, how the music was absolutely incredible and how much I adored BK and PP’s chemistry. P’Boss’ work is special and the feel of Part 1 was a delicious kind of awkward, indie movie full of metaphors, fraught pain and emotion and pretty breathtaking storytelling of love and growth. I fell absolutely in love with Teh and Oh and their story, obsessed with Teh as a character (as I see a lot of myself in him and I love when he spirals) and I just felt utterly moved by the whole show. So I never needed Part 2. Part 1, for me, is perfect. And I certainly didn’t expect to love Part 2 as much or feel as much emotion because I just thought it wouldn’t be possible especially with a change of director and city and storyline... but I genuinely think that was a good idea after seeing Episode 1.

I just finished it and I’m kinda tear stained and the first thing I couldn’t get out of my head was just how much it reminds me of the late dear John Hughes movies from the 80s. Those of you who are a little old like me born right at the beginning of the 90s, will have been brought up on those movies filled with 80s synth music, stories of growing up, artsy camera work and filled with colour and emotion. Those movies are some of my all time favourites and I absolutely felt their influence on Episode 1 and maybe the rest of the season, I don’t know! I really wonder if P’Meen used them or was aware, hahaha. Anyway...!

But first off, I cannot, and I mean CANNOT handle the music. Part 1 really did floor me with the use of the score and how it was such a huge part of the reason it was so beautiful. Phuket Dreams has me in tears about 3 notes in... so cue me crying at the remixes of the old score with 80s synth sounds and almost Dream Pop echoy sounds. That right there is my jam, my absolute favourite music and the way IPYTM is so clearly going to be full of it makes my heart very happy. Especially those last scenes with Oh, that sweeping 80s style music taking him from heartbroken pain to dancing to forget had John Hughes all over it and just felt so impactful. So I will bang on every week about the music I’m sure.

As for the beginning and the casual buying of condoms (yesssss god damn Nadao, thank you for safe sex lessons for LGBT+ youth and a nod to actual sexual expression, I’m mega proud) leading into the way Hoon and Suri were involved (they didn’t give me Tuty 😭) in transferring Teh, it felt like such a gorgeous transfer from ITSAY vibes to IPYTM... watching Teh’s mamma so proud, Hoon watching over him as always and then gently leading into the first moment that made me cry...

How dare they put a remix of the old score over Teh being told by his mamma that she accepts him as he is so casually and softly, in a way that not only lets Teh know he’s loved but welcomes Oh as someone she cares about deeply and is happy being someone her son loves. It was beautifully done and I couldn’t help but think of Teh’s teary face on the Cape at the end of Episode 5 and thinking how proud I am of him. The way Hoon stroked his hair - help.

Teh. Now I made no secret of the fact that I loved every moment of watching Teh go through it in Part 1, how his very physicality and struggle played out especially him writhing all over his rug! But we had to see him grow. He isn’t the same boy he was but he still feels like Teh, just a little more comfortable, a little more mature in some ways and just READY for life. He feels tentative but also prepared to grow more and I just adore him. Oh, on the other hand, the one who was much more secure in himself in terms of his self and sexuality in Part 1 is now absolutely thrown into the unknown and isn’t handling it well.

Oh was established so beautifully as a Phuket boy. His name is rooted in his home, he lives in shorts and by the sea, he’s shaped by that place and what it means to him... his signature scent is coconut! He literally embodies Phuket... so it doesn’t in any way surprise me that we are watching him flounder and feel lost. It feels so human and so many moments felt so moving. When he told Teh that the best part of his day was seeing him, when he imagined the waves on his mind, when he listened to his mamma talk about the coastal weather... it’s hardly surprising that he cried as he was asked to explain his name. That was the second moment that got me. I was a wreck. Watching him break down and fall to pieces infront of total strangers just because he was recounting the meaning of his name, the foundation of who he is, the thing he misses to very much... he doesn’t fit, he doesn’t feel at home and he didn’t feel himself. It was beautifully done, for me. I caught my breath the second he started crying because it was so utterly human and raw. I have felt the way he does and recognised every second on his face. PP has come so so far with his acting.

Then we get the mention of Yongjian. NOW SOMEONE TELL ME IS THAT TEH AS YONGJIAN IN THE TITLES? If so, how dare they spoil it?! I am going to weep uncontrollably if Teh gets his dream. But the way Teh spoke of their future, the way he tried to recreate their past with Yongjian’s speech. Their entire history as friends and boyfriends is rooted in that story, that character, the idea of being Male protagonists... and Teh is so sure of their future. Also, you cannot also avoid the meta of it all with BK and PP. That moment and their words felt so personal to them too and their own real lives!

Do not even start with how their first kiss in Phuket was underwater and arguably their first kiss in Bangkok is the same albeit in public. DO NOT LET ME THINK ABOUT THIS TOO MUCH.

The issue is that, Part 1 set out for us how they ended up where they are. Oh fell into acting, it was never his dream from the start. Then it all became a fight, a thing to win from his rival and in the end a thing to prove. We haven’t really ever see Oh show a passion for the stage and acting, not really. He worked so hard to get his place in Uni but there’s so much irony at play. Their entire story of rivalry has actually caused this current situation. Oh “won” the coveted Uni spot (helped in part by Teh) and Teh “lost” and was making do. But we see how that’s not how life goes. Oh never really felt he knew what he wanted and so he just ploughed on. He’s now in a situation where he has to start deciding, has to be his own person and he’s just... lost. I can’t wait to see him find it whatever it may be! The difference with Teh is that he may not have got his number 1 desire but his passion is ENOUGH. He loves what he’s doing and that moment where Khim (is that her name, I forget now, it’s so late, but Goy’s character) was explaining the lights was gorgeous. Teh’s passion was ignited, you could see that “oh wow” moment... and you can see the difference in how they’re going to progress, Teh didn’t need the top Uni because his passion can carry him and will help him succeed whereas Oh doesn’t know what his passion is and perhaps he’s where he is for the wrong reasons after all. The story telling is lovely to me, if completely heartbreaking.

The tears came again at “but I’ve already given so much of our time to other people”. Oh the tears. The boat scene from ITSAY is my favourite scene of the show and that line is one of the most beautiful bits of writing I’ve encountered for a long while... and to see Teh use it and remember it and effectively set out the issue they’re facing was heartbreaking. They made that promise on the boat and they’re breaking it. Oh-aew is trying to be what he thinks Teh needs and Teh is wide eyed and filled with this new world and getting to indulge his passions. They’re both so human and both trying the best way they know but they’re so young and so unsure and have so little life experience that they don’t know how to be adults or how to manage all of this stuff. They know they care and love and are each other’s person but they have such a lot to learn.

So the introduction of Q and the boys... and let me say they’re glorious... feels both beautiful and tragic because they look like they will be accepting and also potentially LGBT+ themselves or maybe Q (I see your gorgeous painted nails, sweetheart and the way you didn’t question Oh saying “partner” for a second)... but also they’re what Oh is using to fill the time he promised to Teh. It’s not Oh’s fault. He deserves friendship and a world of his own too but he was relying so much on the familiarity of Teh and Teh’s presence to keep him grounded and comfortable but he can’t do that all the time. He is trying so hard to be good and thoughtful and kind that he’s not telling Teh the truth. He’s doing what he said he wouldn’t do on the boat, but we can’t blame him in the slightest, he’s the sweetest boy.

I have so much to say but I guess that’ll do for now. I really loved the episode. Yes, it’s different but I think I realise now why it needed to be. In a way I’m kinda of happy about it because ITSAY stays sacred!!!! It stays as that beautifully fraught and emotional indie movie of my heart filled with metaphorical depth. It can’t be touched as far as I’m concerned but with IPYTM it feels just as moving, just as emotional, just as impactful but in a different way that reflects maturity. I don’t think it would have worked if it still felt fraught and characterised by ITSAY vibes. They’re not kids, they’re not insecure about who they are anymore in terms of their sexuality and they are moving into adulthood.

I know it’s going to break me. Episode 1 had me genuinely crying into my tea but I also know that it had the potential for its own special brand of symbolism and meaning. We can already see some special moments which seemed to be saying way more than the words themselves like the speech on light and how we see things and the way Oh even used it himself to see a different perspective at the end. That felt really very meaningful. They’re going to need to be able to see different view points as they navigate what will probably be a shit ton of pain! They will need to adjust to the light, to their circumstances to be able to survive and for their bond to be what is important without allowing other stuff to pass into their line of sight. Oh saw nothing. Empty stage, no Teh, not even himself... he opened his eyes too soon. He needs to learn to adjust and learn how to see the world and his place in it so that when he opens his eyes he sees what he desires and has worked for and made for himself rather than emptiness.

The last thing for me is the chemistry. What more can you say other than they’re perfect? They have the most natural, enigmatic, intense and sweet chemistry. They work so beautifully together. They sell even the smallest of moments and they absolutely destroy with emotion. I just feel every second of Teh and Oh’s emotion and that is such a damn skill. Their talent, man.

So I loved it. I am going to be dreaming tearstained in 80s synth music tonight! I can’t wait for the rest to emotionally destroy me a little more.

[freelancearsonist]

February Fic Recs!

Hi everyone! I’ve realized that part of the problem with interaction within the fic community is that not as many larger creators are doing their part to reblog and recommend fics like they used to when I first joined Tumblr. And while I wouldn’t really consider myself a “large” blog, I still want to do my part to help boost my fellow creators :) So here’s a list of what I read this month!

02.01 // “a letter addressed to the manager of the letter room” by @propertyofabelmorales (Richard Alsonso-Munoz) // I’ve read this at least three times omg because it’s currently the only Richard content we have and it’s wonderfully written and the letter format is unique but really interesting and so fitting given the character so yeah 10/10 please keep ‘em coming Vic 😂

02.02 // “Walls that Come Down” by @houseofthirst (Nathan Bateman) // this made me horny and made me cry at the same time and I think it’s really unfair that you have the power to do that to me tbh 😂 This is so wonderfully written and such a beautiful take on Nathan’s character and ugh lemme go cry in my corner

02.03 // “Meet Me on Endor” by @autumnleaves1991-blog (Poe Dameron) // “You are so beautiful, all the time” made me tear up a little bit because it’s so distinctly Poe and I also horny cried because god I’d give anything for this man

02.04 // “In the Night” by @jawabear (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // this was emotional and beautiful and sexy all at once and it made me cry a lil bit in bed at 2am and honestly I thank you for it

02.05 // “Something About You And I” by @sacklerscumrag (Poe Dameron) // This was beautifully written and also so so so sexy and I realized I might have a bit of unresolved bondage kink while reading this so thanks for that 😂

02.06 // “The Night That Follows” by @roanniom (Poe Dameron) // I found this kind of by accident and then it turned out to be one of the most beautiful fics I’ve ever read in my life??? I’m seriously like trembling how can someone pack so much talent into one sexy fic I’m—

02.07 // “The Punishment” by @mandorush (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // This is so fucking sexy what the fuck and then I found out it’s a whole series??? Yeah so needless to say my 2am binge was entirely worth it omg 🤤

02.08 // “Dessert is on the Counter” by @nathan-bateman (Abel Morales) // I read this before you posted to make the moodboard but I’ve legit reread like seven times since then omg. A quality fic in every way. 10/10

02.09 // “Affection” by @wasicskosgirl (Llewyn Davis) // This is one of my all-time favorite fics for my favorite man 😭 everything about this is so cute and I would literally die to snuggle with this sweet boy 😭

02.10 // “Tell Me” by @rebellou (Poe Dameron) // I don’t even know what to say omfg this is one of the hottest things I’ve ever read in my life and I’d like this fic chiseled onto my gravestone so I have something nice to take with me into the afterlife

02.11 // “Romantic Dreams” by @witchyavenger (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // Yeah I want this holy hell this was so spectacularly written and so sexy and 😩 god I can’t even have kids but I wish he would breed me omg

02.12 // “Pressing Camera Questions” by @youvebeenlivingfictional (Nathan Bateman) // Omg this is so wonderfully constructed, even as something of an introductory piece to this series. I’m so excited to see what comes!

02.13 // “Free Fall” by @michaelperry (Mikael Boghosian) // There’s so little fic for Mikael on this site and so finding this kinda felt like striking gold 😂 especially because it’s so wonderfully writing and so sexy and 🤤

02.14 // #valentines fic tag by @propertyofabelmorales (Literally every Oscar Isaac character) // I got to read so many amazing fics today because of the Valentine’s fic exchange but shit dude you went above and beyond!! I wanted to only plug each author once on this fic rec calendar but there’s no way I couldn’t give you a shout out for this. Even in addition to your piece for the fic exchange you wrote so much incredible fic for literally every character I can think of (including Marcus!!!!!!!!! As I’m writing this you haven’t even posted his yet but I saw his name on the list and I’ve been having heart palpitations ever since) so yeah explore this tag because there’s fic for literally everyone and it’s all so wonderfully written and *chef’s kiss*

02.15 // “ghosts” by @unstoppableforcce (Javier Peña) // This one gave me CHILLS omfg this is just the first part and I was rolling on the ground. Everything about this is so beautifully constructed and haunting and UGH this is amazing 😭

02.16 // “Pretty” by @waatermelon-sugaar (Blue Jones) // Holy shit this unlocked like seven kinks that I didn’t even know I had 🤤 this was so wonderfully written and so sexy and realistic? Idk if that’s a good descriptor but like I could feel everything you were describing sdkfdkfjdkfj I LOVED THIS

02.17 // “home.” By @pascal-isaac (Llewyn Davis) // Look I wish I was kidding when I say that I’ve read this fic upwards of seven times sdkjskdjskd this is one of my all-time favorite fics and it only gets hotter with age 😩 this fic is like a fine wine and I would like to have it inscribed on my tombstone when I inevitably escape from this plane of existence

02.18 // “Turning to the Dark...” by @mylifeisactuallyamess (First Order!Poe Dameron) // If I’m being honest I’m not usually a fan of darker fics but this one worked for me. It was so sexy and honestly kind of beautiful in the way you describe the interrogation and later Poe’s willful turning. I really enjoyed this and will probably read again 🥺

02.19 // “My Best Decision” by @knivesareout​ (Javier Peña) // Fuck guys I’ve had baby fever like a motherfucker this month and this made it so much worse 😂 Dad!Javi is so fucking cute omg and this fic was SO SEXY and it really hit all of my bases 😩

02.20 // “my sweet baby” by @writingletterstothefire (Santiago “Pope” Garcia) // Look I’ve read this fic 293394 times and it’s good EVERY TIME. Dirty Dancing is the good kush and this fic made my obsession with that movie like 1000 times worse omfg. I read this every time I’m in a bad mood and it just puts a smile on my face so fast omg I would literally beg for a longer version

02.21 // “Sounds of Silence” by @veuliee2 (Orestes) // This fic? This fic right here? Lives rent free in my mind. To the truest capacity of the statement. I wish I was kidding when I say that not a single day goes by where I don’t think about this. I don’t even really know what to call this? Maybe Something along the lines of associates to lovers? Whatever this qualifies as it’s literally one of my absolute favorite fics of all time and I will never forget the way you shattered and mended my heart with one story

02.22 // “Mr. & Mrs. Cooper” by @aellynera (Bud Cooper) // THIS IS BRILLIANT THE ENTIRE WAY THROUGH ok first of all that this is like one of two fics for this character 😂 but also this is the most beautifully, ironically constructed fic ever? Everything about this is entirely grasping and there’s THREE PARTS that are all just as good as the rest and 😩 I literally couldn’t ask for a more perfect fic

02.23 // “Catch” by @ollypopp (Poe Dameron) // This is a short drabble but I had to include it because DAMN this is so sexy and wonderful for such a short piece and I’ll be thinking about this for the next month so thank you 😂

02.24 // “Blooming most recklessly” by @writefightandflightclub (Evgeni Kolpakov) // This is so beautifully written while simultaneously being so sexy???? How do you do it Luna I am forever in awe of your talent 😭 I can just visualize everything he says and does so clearly and I’m so in love with this piece 😭💛

02.25 // “falling for you” by @luminouspoes (Poe Dameron) // This is the cutest thing ever wtf 😭😭 The pining is so strong even though it’s short and it’s just all around so wonderfully written and I must go cry in my corner now

02.26 // “Liability” by @honeymandos (Nathan Bateman) // THIS WAS GORGEOUS WTF I’m crying over some soft Nathan in this house tonight 😭 I was legit so worried for a while that he’d send reader away but then he CAVED and my heart sang hallelujah—

02.27 // “electric spark” by @woakiees (Duke Leto Atreides) // Hi I need everyone to read this please so it can destroy your body and live in your mind and occupy all of your waking thoughts like it does for me k thanks

02.28 // “The Child” by @starryeyedstories (Poe Dameron) // This was the sweetest thing ever what the heck 😭😭😭 I am eternally sobbing over this lil found family-ish vibe and dad!Poe is literally everything I’ve ever wanted and UGH I have to go cry for the next month

[tinkonka]

okay. im bored. here’s ! my thoughts on people! from genshin!! as in! how i remebr them! (ppl im not familiar w wont be here) (theres so much writing fuck

kaeya - he had major character development . called me a Rookie a lot and was pretty bad at his job (imo) and he made me upset a few times but i think once we were both on our way to scout stuff maybe at liyue and he was like ‘u dont like me very much do you...’ and i said YEAH and then he sincerely apologized and as time went on he went from friend to. basically my big brother!. i love him a lot n i feel safe around him. n i sleep on him a lot too because this guys got beefy arms 

jean - jean was like 2-3 years older than me but shes like the mom i never had bro. she was easy on me when i got upset she was just such a kindred soul. but she works!! too!! much!! it takes a lot of convincing to get her to turn in for the night. and i usually bring her coffee and stuff when she needs it....

albedo - see now albedo is like a chief alchemist and like he’s very smart and says a lot of things i dont understand but he cannot take care of himself for the life of him. He Gets Angry at things and then i go ‘did you sleep/eat’ and he goes “Oh, very sweet to me though... hanging out w him and klee is the best actually

diluc - i dont remember much of him other than when it was strictly business but i remember once i was having a difficult night and he came and sat with me and talked to me for a bit. n he empathizes with me a lot (his own words) and he gave me free grape juice one time. but often times hes Very scary

noelle - noelle is literally. ok i cant shes so SWEET and she knows like most of my secrets LMAO and she’s so resilient as well and so determined and brave and i. i love noelle a lot and i try not to ask too much of her because shes still young . if its late and im awake i’ll usually finish some stuff for her

klee - i start crying klee was so sweet to me. i think the first few days klee was in the knights custody she was pretty adamant with me but then one night she crawled onto my bed and we sang some songs and i told her a story about my grandfather. and then we’ve been besties ever since .. shes so adorable

sucrose - i barely met sucrose but again Just like albedo she has such a bad habit of not taking care of herself. i had to carry her down dragonspine once because of how badly she was shaking from not eating. she was very sweet tho and i gave her some tips on handling anxiety i consider her a friend :3

eula - eula was so cold at first and it made me kinda sad but she warmed up to me and i warmed up to her and she’s one of the sweetest peolpe ive ever met shes so nice and caring and hogghgh it wasonly like at dinnertime n i was Laughing and she started laughing too i was like oh shit im in love. 10/10

lisa - miss lisa was very nice to me even tho she made me run allll her errands LOL she was very touchy and liked to give me hugs /pos ... i think one time i blurted something along hte lines of ‘okay but shes pretty so shes excused’ in referring to Lisa and ive never recovered

barbara - BARBIE I loved barbara she was the bestie ever . once she invited me on stage and we sung something together. we both tag team jean when shes not resting. n i usually helped her w some of her duties... i also like stopped a lot of Crowds around her . she made me food :]

bennett - bennett was so so nice and he would help me if i got any injuries.. but also he worried me  a FUCK ton one day he’d just go ‘im on an adventure!” AND JUST NOT COME BACK FOR DAYS. He’d scare the hell outta me but he was so cool actually

razor - i do not know too much about razor actually. all i know is thta no matterhow badly i make my outrider steak he’ll still eat it <3

xiangling - Ok she poisoned me (not really i just did notknow i was allergic to jueyen chillies and she fed me some) but xiangling was so nice and adorable . she was such a good cook and everytime i came to liyue she’d drop what she was doing and give me a huuuge hug i miss her

xinyan - xinyan is BAasically my best friend . We were both filthy lesbians . she gave me a lot of side hugs and she wld hold my hand and run thru liyue with me so full of energy. seh was so COOL too we sung together sometimes and she has such a lovely voice

hu tao - Very cute but also very unpredictable. i could not tell if she was going to give me a hug or if she was going to tickle me. scared me a lot... but but when it came down to it she was relaly cool 

[sunqyu]

~ First kiss with Treasure pt. 2  (Asahi, Yedam, Doyoung, Haruto, Jeongwoo and Junghwan)

Request: “ First kiss with treasure? (reaction something like that) love your blog, you ARE the cutie 💞💞 “ - Anon

Click heeere for pt 1 with the other members. Hope you like it! :D (also someone stop me, they’re getting longer each time) (also someone stop me from calling them beans) (just stop me in general, I guess hehehh) - Nova

Asahi

so many moments where he wanted to do it

but couldn’t get himself to

the moment you left after another great date that should’ve ended with a kiss he’d sigh

‘next time... yes, next time.’

you two were sitting on a parkbench, taking a break from walking home

by now you were giving pretty clear hints that it was okay for him to kiss you

making prolonged eyecontact and looking at his lips

it started to become quite obvious

and he could definitely tell that there was some type of tension in the air

but who knows maybe he just had something on his face y’know? he could never be 100% sure

he kept thinking about it without taking action

looking back at you with his heart racing

which was a completely new feeling to him

silently hyping himself up he’d scoot closer to you, not breaking eyecontact

is this it? is he going for it?

then you hear people walking towards you and he quickly looks forward again

damn it

however he couldn’t ignore your audible sigh

later on you’d be walking again, strolling through some grass since you thought it would be fun to go off path

you were quickly surrounded by tall trees, lifting your feet up high with every step so you wouldn’t stumble over fallen branches

holding onto each others arms, soft laughs as you made your way through the forest

he felt a lot more at ease now that you two were away from the more crowded places

as you stopped for a moment, looking up and around you at the autumn colors, he’d speak up

‘this seems like a nicer place anyway- doesn’t it?’

you looked at him confused, already forgotten about the earlier moment

even though he was sure he was gonna go for it now, he’d still hesitate

but only for a second before leaning forward

the kiss was quick, simple but heartwarming

it made him think, why was this so scary to him before?

however the next time he’d want to kiss you the butterflies would be right back

only after a few kisses would it feel more natural

but he’s very willing to get used to it, especially after seeing you smile each time

Yedam

romantic bean

he’s just the sweetest so every moment with him feels so special and surreal

even something as simple as having a quick lunch together or studying in the same room

you both went to different schools but since he wanted to spend more time with you he suggested studying in a bookstore that doubled as a café

it was quiet that day since the exams weren’t really near yet

you both sat at the corner of an old table, you writing out math equations while he was working on an essay on his laptop

the soft ticking on his keyboard and your scribbling were the only things heard in the calm corner of the bookstore

the ticking stopped

you kept writing

it wasn’t until a few seconds later when you noticed he still hadn’t continued typing

looking up, wondering if he was stuck, you were greeted by his warm gaze

what you hadn’t noticed was that he had been looking at you ever since he lost focus

paying attention to how your nose scrunched up when you reached a difficult question

or how you were so delicate when you typed something into your calculator, as if you didn’t want to ruin the calm silence

he never planned on falling in love with his best friend

but here you were, looking almost ethereal in your comfy study-outfit

he smiled when you finally looked up

‘How are the math questions going?’ he muttered in a whisper

‘Pretty good- how’s your essay?’ you whispered back

you weren’t sure why you were whispering

being the only two there except for the barista who was somewhere at front

‘Not great- I’m trying to find a nice way to go from one subject to the next but it’s not flowing well.’

you chuckled, knowing fully well the essay was bomb and Yedam’s inner perfectionist was the only one not satisfied

‘I bet it’s great.’ you muttered, whispering even more quietly than before as if you were sharing a secret

‘You think so?’ he chuckled back, which had been the loudest sound so far but still only audible to you

he watched you nod before looking at your notebook again

a sparkle of confidence lit up his mind as he leaned towards you

lifting your chin back up again with the side of is index-finger

before you knew it you felt his lips against yours

a new but for some reason still familiar sensation

you melted against him, staying there a little longer to remember the feeling

‘Thank you-’ he breathed against your lips with a slight smile

before pulling back and looking at his laptop again

his ears bright red as his eyes went up to you one more time

smiling brightly when he saw you do the same

Doyoung

there have actually already been many attempts

some of which you’re aware of

like the time he was leaning in when you were watching Toy Story in his room but then Jihoon walked in to tell you two about something Junkyu just did

and some of which you’re not aware of

like the time he was hyping himself up to just go for it but when he made eyecontact you said he had disco-sprinkles on his nose from the ice cream he was eating

it has been a struggle

but nonetheless he still enjoys every minute with you and doesn’t feel very pressured

it’ll happen when the time is right

one night you were hanging out in the practice room

the other boys had left already but Doyoung was practicing a solo choreo he had been working on

he loved when you kept him company

the ‘late night crazies’, as you two called it, set in quite quickly though

giggles all over the place as you danced and screamed along to all kinds of songs

he’d teach you choreos of which he tried to convince you they were legit

when really he just made the both of you look silly on purpose

the night was filled with laughter and neither of you realized how late it actually was

you’d go from popping to cha-cha-cha to a dance Doyoung swore was called ‘the transformer’ where you had your backs together with your arms intertwined

your legs all of a sudden in the air as he bent over, holding you on his back

you were crying from laughing so hard as he twirled you around the practice room like that 

while loudly adding his own improvised sound effects to the Skrillex-song that was playing

when he put you down all you could do was roll on the floor grabbing your stomach from laughing so hard

he’d lay down on the floor next to you, staring at the ceiling together as you’d catch your breath

his hand reached for yours, intertwining your fingers and giving a gentle squeeze which made you turn your head to look at him

he continued looking up, visible trying not to smile, corners of his mouth curling up and down quickly

‘If you continue staring at me like that I may actually have to kiss you this time.’

you rolled on your side and inched closer, widening your eyes to exaggerate your staring

he chuckled ‘Alright then-’ and quickly turned to face you

grabbing your cheek with his free hand

firmly pressing his lips against yours

the kiss softened as it went on

both of your relaxing even though you were on the hard floor

‘Freaking finally-’ he muttered before kissing you once more

Haruto

might need a liiittle encouragement

or just something that clearly lets him know you wouldn’t mind

or better yet, that you can’t wait

something along the lines of a joke or a bet

it builds up over a few dates as your hints become more obvious

but every time you’re blunt about it he would block up completely and get shy

this one time you were playing mario kart and he joked about how he’s the best mario kart player in the world and you’ll never beat him

you ask him what his prize should be if he wins

he asks for something silly like you having to dance the choreo of I Love You in the middle of a busy street before asking you the same

he definitely did not expect you to ask for a kiss

his ears stay bright red through the entire race, barely focusing with his heart racing more than his character as he’s clearly trying to lose

you decide not to tease him about it this time, knowing very well that it would work against you

oh, look at that. he lost. wow.

‘Hehe- whoops.’

audible gulp

without even saying anything you turn to him, trying not to grin too brightly

his heart still skips a beat and in panic he leans in aaaand-

kisses you on the cheek

and regrets it right away

damn it

you’d still smile because even though you really wanted a kiss, you also don’t want to rush him

a couple of games later you get hungry and order food

still thinking about earlier and how he should’ve just went for it, he gets an idea

crumbling up a piecer of paper the boxes with food were wrapped in

‘Bet I can throw this in the trashcan from here?’

‘Alright, what are we betting on?’ you hum in an amused tone

‘If I make it, you have to kiss me. If I don’t, I have to kiss you.’

did he really just say that out loud so confidently

proud of himself already

but it quickly fades away as he realizes what this means

you beam and nod at him

he flicks the ball of paper at the trashcan across the room

it bounces on the edge

both of you inhale sharply

before it lands next to the trashcan

he can feel the blood rushing to his face once again and before you can boast about winning the bet

his hands have already grabbed your face, moving quickly so he doesn’t have time to get shy again

a little clumsily he kisses you

his confidence sets back in through his pride

‘I guess we both won this one.’

Jeongwoo

has it all planned out

you better be ready

he’s gonna rock your world

at least, that’s what he thinks

asked the olders guys for advice

but also replied ‘Ohh- ofcourse, yea I know that.’ to everything they say

still mentally taking notes

and actually written notes later on so he doesn’t forget

he had this really nice place in mind where there’s a graffiti wall but also loads of flowers

it’s the back wall of an old museum next to a park 

on the wall there’s a graffiti-piece that celebrates love where couples write their names with permanent marker

he’s so hyped

the date starts of in the actual museum

his plan was to make you see his artistic side by explaining paintings

eventually you just have a blast together, making pictures where you reenact all the paintings and sculptures

all the research he did beforehand to impress you was never really brought up

he might get in a quick ‘so this was by a woman who used colored flowers to make her own paint’

turns out that’s actually the painting next to it but you’re still amazed

the next part of mission ‘give her the best date ever’ was getting churros at a stand outside and walking through the park while eating them

he’d hold your hand and try his best to be a good conversational partner while also munching on his churro

‘Are you having a good time?’ just to check.

you were getting closer to his big finale

‘I have something to show you. A few years ago I was here too and promised myself to come back here with someone special.’

he guids you to the back of the building you had visited earlier

‘It’s really cool, you’re gonna love it.’

tension rising

turning a corner

‘Wait- what?’

you were greeted by a completely white wall

aside from a few dirt patches at the bottom it was impeccably white

his heart sank

a soft whine escaping

it left you quite confused because he raised the expectations earlier

‘This moment was meant to be perfect.’ he huffed

after you asked him what’s wrong he would explain everything

from the day he first saw the graffiti wall to how he planned this entire date in detail

‘It was such a great idea too- and- and- you really would’ve loved it.’

he was rambling at this point

the standard he put up for himself was quite high and he didn’t realize how much he had been stressing about it until now so it all came out at once

‘you deserve the best and I prepared the best but the universe just goes nahh-.’

you’d giggle

‘what’s so funny?’ he’d chuckle slightly at your response

after hearing you talk about how much you loved the date and how much you appreciated him for all the effort he put into it

mostly about how it didn’t matter that the wall wasn’t there anymore and that it was the idea that counts

the date was still perfect to you

hearing you say those last view words made him realizee he still did it

you still thought it was perfect

he actually did it

without a second thought he interrupted your next sentence

kissing you deeply as all the built up stress fell from his shoulders

‘I’m a pretty great boyfriend, aren’t I?’

it was rethorical question but his heart still leaped when you nodded happily at him

Junghwan

good lord

will he manage?

still proud for just being able to talk to you

choked on air when you first held his hand

still stutters when you give him a compliment

damn, I’m actually not entirely sure how he would first kiss you

after Jeongwoo wouldn’t stop asking him if he had kissed you yet he would really start thinking

he was gonna have to kiss you eventually

still secretly hoping you would kiss him sometime but also wants to be confident and take initiative

one day you’re watching a show at your place and the two main characters kiss on screen

in the corner of your eye you can see his ears getting red, trying to look natural and clearing his throat

without looking at you he’d mumble under his breath

‘Hey- uh.. weird question but-’

you asked him to repeat himself since you couldn’t hear properly

‘Oh- nothing, no, never mind.’ shakes his head rapidly

his gaze never leaving the tv

a few seconds pass by and you could tell how hard he was thinking still

‘but like- not that I uh- care or anything. But- haveyoueverkissedanyonebefore?’ 

damn, this boy should try rapping more

luckily you did make out his words

this time it was your turn to blush

‘no- have you?’

shakes his head rapidly again

awkward silence, both still staring at the tv

‘would you-...’ a little more silence ‘...- want to?’

you turned to look at him, not really answering his question

it felt like you could hear his heartbeat from where you were sitting, or was it yours?

his head turned slowly, eyes darting over your face a few times before he finally made eyecontact

he could tell from the way you looked back that this was it, now was the time

in a swift motion he leaned forward and kisses you on the lips

a quick peck which made you realize that it was your own heartbeat you were hearing because it was through the roof now

‘Heh wow- your lips are really soft.’

[akaashisbabydoll]

NEKOMA TEAM: Type of boyfriend

Tetsurō Kuroo

he carries you a lot, not because you want tho. he just sees that you’re very tired and cant bare it.

while you’re on your way home he talks about this science stuff that you dont actually have any interest at the first place but shockingly grew fond of

he always offer you his clothes and note that his huge so you wear clothes thrice your size

he exaggeratedly talks so much he sometimes forgets that you’re on his back and you almost fell and just slapped him but you still both laughed it out

his voice is like your lullaby, no matter how loud he is you always fall asleep with his voice

he got used to your sleeping habit that his line always is “Goodnight kitten. I love you” and kiss your forehead.

Nobuyuki Kai

he’s that type of boyfriend who never fails to ask how was your day

stares at you and every time you caught him staring he just says “nothing”, shook his head and laughed a little, added immediately “you’re like the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me”

clingy, loves holding your hands in public, just hands

very caring and understanding

never fails to make you smile when you’re at the verge of crying

the type of boyfriend who always remind you how important you are and you’re worth every good things here in this world

Morisuke Yaku

not really fond of pda but very clingy when it comes to you

he loves to bring you to his fav restaurant and let you pick the meal of the night, he doesnt care as long as you eat together

the strong believer of “the couple that eats together, stays together”

strict to everyone except you, he lets you do things that makes you happy

when you both not in the mood to go to your fav place he cooks for you, he always wants to make his dish perfect so you always fall asleep and when he wakes you up, you always have that smile on your face when he says “dinner’s ready, baby”

Taketora Yamamoto

he’s the bf that do crazy shits on the street like making the street cones as horns and have a battle with him, whoever gets dizzy first lose

he’s literally whipped for you, just call his name and he’ll melt

most probably the bf who will fan you when its hot af

when you suddenly ask for watermelon and he wants to give it to you immediately, he was panicking and cant find the knife so he just smashed it with his head, it was messy but you both laughed about it and just ate what was left with the fruit

the type of bf who’s bruh with you in public but softie when you both are alone

very clingy, kisses every inch of your face and reminds you how beautiful you are

Kenma Kozume

the player bf, he is always on his computer. he actually noticed how pouty you are when you dont get the attention you want from him

he smiled and tried to teach you the basics of it so you could play together

he losses with you though, gets very competitive and now he’s the one who’s pouty bc you’re winning on one thing he’s good at

he’s not the type of bf who likes outdoor dates but still takes you out on a date bc that is what you deserve

you two baking his fav apple pie is the most fav date that ever happened, you both having fun and experimenting with different ways to bake apple pies, its your ritual

Shōhei Fukunaga

bf who’s action speaks louder than words, like literally. he doesnt talk much but when he does, he melts your heart

he’s a very patient bf, understanding and who always listen to every problem you have

type of bf who listens to every tea you’ve heard somewhere and gives opinion when it needs too

he’s actually very good with advices

he does this sweet things that actually makes you cry everytime

he takes you on a date at night most of the time bc he wants to hear your voice more than other things in this world

his arms are the most comfortable place you’ve ever been, you love to lean on his shoulder as he loves to hum your fav song until you fall asleep

Sō Inuoka

he be a very playful bf

you do this thing together where you mimic sound animals and imitate them on shadows

he’s actually loud af and very energetic that whenever you’re tired, you just suddenly feel great when he’s around

he’s the source of your energy and he doesnt even know that

he’s quite gullible, slow and very stupid sometimes but he’s also the sweetest and the most passionate bf you’ve ever had

he never gave up on anything, especially when it comes with you. he knows when you’re sad so he do his best to be the funniest and at the same time convincing bf or maybe just buys an ice cream and share it with you.

Tamahiko Teshiro

he’s the calmest bf you’ve ever had you dont care on how people sees him

he loves to play your fav song on his guitar, not really a great singer but its ok

he actually wrote a song for you but not really good with guitar so he just made it a poem for you

he loves to do household chores with you, most of the time he wants you to take a rest but its kind of your thing to do it together so he gave up in making you rest

Lev Haiba

type of bf who loves to give forehead kisses

he loves to carry you like a bag of potato most of the time

hides you from his sister bc he doesnt want to share your with her

he’s very clingy like he wraps his long arms and legs around you and you love that shit

you both ask weird things to each other like “ What inanimate object do you wish you could eliminate from existence? “ or like share each other weird facts and argue which is which and ended up calling her sister to know who’s answer is better

you both love to play card games, any card games and tally the scores for like ever since you started dating until now its still going

Yūki Shibayama

he be a very shy bf at first but when he gets very comfortable with you, he gets very clingy

you both love to ride a train and doesnt know where to go, wherever the train stops that would be your destination, its your thing now

he’s actually great at making you feel safe and worth loving every inch of your existence

he likes giving you surprises like once he actually made a scrapbook of your dates since day 1 and now both of you still filling that up

note: photos not mine, credits to all the rightful owners <3

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Tried to make something :( kinda emo while doing this shit bc i love every character of haikyuu and now i want a bf from haikyuu :( lol

[icefire149]

boringestt but top 5 books that you've read in, say, the past few years!

OH I LOVE THIS

1. The Winds Trilogy by Mercedes Lackey - I picked these three old paper backs up when I was buried deep in a tiny used bookstore in Portland, Maine. I know they're apart of a bigger series that follows a long time line and tons of characters, but I've been insane about these books. I love these characters and the magic system a ton. Book two is still the best scenario where the two leads are finally together but now this new guy is here and he's HOT. So now the leads are arguing until the hot guy is like okay let's pause because the big battle is about to go down. And it turns out he's gay as hell so he wasn't stealing anyone's girl. The two leads are still fighting because now the male lead is like, wait moi??? Because hot guy is like *bats eyelashes*

2. Star Wars Bloodline by Claudia Gray - I would give my two front teeth to get this book adapted into a movie. It stars Leia and focuses on how the New Republic fell to the first order and how all the cracks widened and crumbled. The author even had actors in mind for each of the characters so it's fun to imagine the live action in your head. This story sets up a ton for TFA and was overall extremely enjoyable.

3. The Cruel Prince by Holly Black - It's a crime I haven't read beyond the first book yet. I looooooved book 1. I read it in a single sitting. I was super sick and couldn't sleep. Imagining the world was so much fun.

4. Gourmet Hound by leehama - I know this is a webtoon, but it's complete and one of my favorite things that I've ever read. This story made me laugh and cry, and still makes me so incredibly happy. I would die for every single character. The story telling was so satisfying.

5. The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang - This one's a graphic novel and just the sweetest fairy tale! I love this story so much. I miss my library app (it doesn't work on my ancient phone anymore) I used to read this a ton.

Ask me Top 5 of anything!

[btsfaris]

exes and oh’s

summary: sometimes you feel like San is too good to be true.. or maybe he’s too good for you? length: 1,758 pairing: choi san x insecure reader genre: angst, fluff, suggestive smut

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San was such a bright and happy soul, despite his chiseled features and muscular frame, he was such a happy pill inside. He was the type of person to make new friends or talk to anyone randomly like they were close pals. That was one of the reasons you loved him so much, and you’re forever grateful that he has that sort of character–as you would probably not be dating had he not approached you first.

You were simply walking through downtown where all the shops were, to buy a few things you needed and the sweet scent of coffee coming from an open door to a cafe caught your attention. Not thinking too much of it, you walk in and look at the menu, deciding what you wanted to reward yourself with; after such a long day of shopping.

“I usually go for an white chocolate mocha–not too bitter and not too sweet,” a figure beside you speaks up and you jump slightly at the sound.

He gives you the sweetest smile, his eyes nearly closed and dimples on his smooth cheeks. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, just thought you needed a bit of help,” he continues to grin and you can’t help but to smile back.

“That’s okay.. I was going to get a caramel latte though, but thank you for the suggestion,” you give him a nod and he hums.

“So you like your coffee sweet? Guess it’s true what they say; you are what you eat,” he says, and a blush rises on your cheeks at the sudden compliment. Before you can get another word in, he is next in line and orders for himself. He turns around, handing you the receipt and you look at him confused before reading the small paper and seeing your order on there as well. When you look up, he gives you a soft wink and you bite back a swoon.

You bow at him thankfully, before turning to sit at the end of the cafe, far too shy to sit next to the handsome boy who just bought you a drink. Besides he seemed like he was nice to everyone, you really shouldn’t think much of it.

That is until the guy once again stands in front of you a few minutes later and places your coffee on the table before sitting down. “Kinda hoped you’d sit next to me,” he sighs playfully and looks at you with practically sparkling eyes. Seriously, could this guy get any cuter?

“I’m San by the way, I hope I’m not being rude and you’re just trying to get rid of me. It’s just that you’re very beautiful and I was hoping to get your number?” He gives you a hopeful look while you give him a confused one. This incredibly attractive person wants your number? Is he blind?

“O-Oh,” you blink repeatedly before nodding, and he takes out his phone almost instantaneously, handing it to you. You punch your number in before he gives you a quick call so you can have his number as well.

“Great, what’s your name love?” San smiles.

“It’s y/n,” you say softly.

From that point on, you texted daily and even went on a couple of dates. By the 5th date, San walked you to your door just like any other time but this time, finally asked you to be his girlfriend officially. Surprising you in all honesty, you never thought someone as perfect as him would be interested in someone like you. He was all around an amazing guy, with a bubbly personality and very dedicated to his career as an idol.

So here you are now, a few months into the relationship and at a friend’s birthday party with a bunch of other people you don’t really know. Originally you wanted to stay at home and watch movies on San’s only night off in weeks but after hours of begging, he managed to convince you to go out with him. You’re a couple drinks in and chatting against a wall with a childhood friend of his when a female voice cuts him off.

“Choi San? Is that you?” A pretty girl walks up and has a shocked look on her face.

“Lee Nari? What are you doing here?” San exclaims, a smile growing on his face.

“I came for (friend’s name)’s birthday of course? Did you forget we all went to the same high school as you?” She teases and you’re confused at the two.

“Ah, well it has been a long time,” he blushes, and for some reason it doesn’t settle well in your stomach at the sight. He seems to remember your presence before clearing his throat, “this is my girlfriend y/n,” he introduces you and she gives you a polite bow.

“And this is Nari, my uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “friend.”

“Just a friend huh? Wah, is the idol life finally getting to you? I didn’t date you for that long so I could be a friend,” she nudges him playfully and it seems to go over his head that she’s his ex when he retorts. “Yah, I’m still the same country boy I was years ago, I just dance and sing a little better.”

You keep quiet as the two interact for the next hour, wondering the real reason they’re not together anymore. They seemed like the perfect pair, she was equally as bubbly and energetic as him. Not to mention she was prettier, with a nicer smile that almost reminded you of San. The only thing you can come up with of their break up is that he left for his training and split, no loss of feelings necessarily and the thought is what makes you go at your breaking point.

Rather than telling San, you walk away from the pair and head outside for some air. Sitting on the curb of the sidewalk outside the apartment complex, you analyze your relationship with your sweet boyfriend so far. What exactly could you offer to him? He was far out of your league, a freaking idol of all things! Maybe this was your wake up call. That you weren’t meant to be with San after all.

It’s been a while since you’ve sat outside, and it only furthers your sadness since he hasn’t noticed your absence yet. Probably too busy flirting with Nari. You pull out your phone and sniff as tears start to roll down your cheeks, typing a message to San.

you: let’s end this 11:36pm

You’re about to walk home when a pair of hands pull you back into a hug. You know it’s San when he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Where have you been honey? I’ve been looking for you!” He chuckles, turning you around. When he sees your red eyes, his expression softens and he reaches out to pull you into an embrace. You swat his hand away and he looks shocked, “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“Go back inside San, I don’t want to ruin the party for you,” you mumble, wiping your cheeks with your hands and continue walking.

“Wait, hold on,” he’s quick on his feet and pulls you back, “did I do something?”

“Can you just please leave me alone,” you huff, crossing your arms, “please check your phone too, maybe it’ll help.”

He’s confused, but pulls his phone out. “Y/n..” he whispers, looking up at you again with now watery eyes.

“I’m sorry San, this just isn’t going to work out,” you mumble, “tonight made me realize we’re just too different people, we just don’t belong together..”

“Y/n.. come on, you don’t mean that. W-We’re perfect, you’re perfect, you get me better than anyone!” His voice cracks, making your heart wince, “what can I do? how can I show you how much I love you?”

“Wouldn’t you rather be with Nari?” You mutter quietly, looking at your feet.

“Nari? Is this because of her?”

“San.. come on now, don’t tell me you don’t still have feelings for her. I saw the way you looked at her! You ignored me for an hour and flirted with her..” your eyes water again at the memory, “you guys just seemed to click, we’re not the same.”

“Of course we’re the same!-“ he throws his hands up in frustration with brows furrowed, “y/n I’m in love with you, not her! She’s my ex for a reason!”

“And you guys probably broke up because you left to Seoul right? Because of the distance? Don’t tell me I’m wrong,” you give him a look and he frowns.

“Partly yes–but she didn’t want me to go. She hated that I wanted to be an idol, she wanted a normal relationship and told me I was ridiculous for trying to follow my dream. How could I be with someone who wanted to hold me back?” He explains, a serious expression on his face that you’ve never seen before, “but with you it’s different, you support me 100%, you don’t care if I’m miles or countries away. You give me so much love and care that I’m so grateful for.”

He comes closer until he can hold onto your hands and you feel his body tremble, like he’s terrified to let you go, “I don’t think I’ve loved anyone more than I love you, so please don’t doubt yourself. Please don’t leave me, I need you.”

You’re sure your makeup is ruined completely at this point and black is covering your cheeks but you don’t care. “What if I’m not good enough for you? What if you’re wasting your time on someone like me?”

He sucks in a breath when he hears you finally voice your insecurities, “Baby, don’t you ever say that. If anyone is not good enough, it’s me,” he pulls you into his arms and pets your hair, “I’m always gone, and you’re always waiting for me. Sometimes I worry that a normal guy will walk in and take you away from me, give you the kind of relationship that I can’t give you. The kind that you deserve. But I’m a selfish man, and I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you.”

“I want you anyway I can have you San, I love you,” you mumble into his neck and he lets out a shaky sigh as his embrace tightens at your words.

“Then please don’t ever think that you’re not enough for me, because even I don’t deserve you,” San gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“Okay,” you say softly and lift your head to look at him.

He gives you the familiar sparkly eyes that you’ve grown to adore and his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. You stand there for minutes, holding each other close until you finally need air.

“Now let’s go home, so I can really show you how much I love you.”