#i am a sucker for sprayed edges

[allylikethecat]

Update that nobody asked for: We were talking about books on here one night and I said I had started The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo and I have now finished it.

The verdict is that I liked it well enough, it was interesting but overall, I didn't like it nearly as much as Ninth House, HOWEVER the last 100ish pages were incredible and I wish the entire book had been as good as the last 100 pages. It's not one that I'm probably going to read again or am going to be aggressively yelling that people should read, BUT if you like historical fiction / historical fantasy, it could be worth the read. If you're planning on physically buying it, the hardcover edition is also very pretty with the sprayed edges.

[daisies-daydreams]

Hey, love!

I am here to request a sex pollen story with our lovely Jango Fett! I would love some build-up to the actual act? Maybe like a job gone sideways or maybe a short stop on a planet leads to a situation or maybe whatever you come up with!

Well, whatever you decide it will be good!

Much love,

Maggie

A Small Favor (Jango Fett x F!Reader)

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader Category: Smut (with a hint of angst) Warnings: Depictions Blood/Wounds, Aphrodisiacs/Sex Pollen, Consensual Sex, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Squirting, Cowgirl Position, Missionary Position, Multiple Creampies, Multiple Orgasms, Swearing, Mentions of Infertility Word Count: 4.1k+ A/N: Hello dear! Thank you so much for your fun request (we both know I'm a sucker for sex pollen fics lol). Also Lucas allegedly said that underwear doesn't exist in space, so I had to...improvise. :| I hope you enjoy!

This was not how today was supposed to go.

What started as a mission you had been planning with another bounty hunter for weeks has turned into a complete disaster. A streak of lightning cracked over the lush Onderonian jungle as you and your partner, Jango Fett, quietly listened for the gut-wrenching hiss of the pack of Gutkurrs that were stalking you. You tried to steady your breathing as your heart pounded in your ears, the sound of heavy rain and rumbling thunder doing little to assist you in keeping a sharp ear.

Jango grunted as he tensed beside you; the prominent, red gash in his calf making you frown. You bit the inside of your cheek as you kept his arm over your shoulder.

"Come on, Fett. We only have a bit more to go," you tried to quietly reassure him. Your eyes widened when you heard the sound of plants rustling around you as one of the Gutkurrs release a bellowing roar that echoed through the dense, dark forest. You glanced over at the rugged Mandalorian as he wheezed.

“Har’chaak,” the bounty hunter cursed beneath his drenched helmet [damn it]. You remained as quiet as possible as the sound of shuffling grew closer. You shoved the both of you as much as you could beneath the ledge as the carnivores sniffed the air. You felt your heart drop into your stomach as a bright bolt of lightning illuminated their spiny shadows across the landscape in front of you. You leaned against Jango's helmet when a loud crack of thunder rolled over the forest.

"Are you sure your jetpack is damaged?" you asked. You remained quiet as the thunder dissipated, the clicking of the Gutkurr's claws soon replacing the rancorous sound. Jango slowly nodded his head. You sighed as your heart raced even faster when you saw a few streams of mud cascade over the edge above you. You held your gloved hand over your mouth, your body stiff as the insect-like creatures rumbled lowly.

Your eyes darted around the forest as lighting illuminated the lush greenery. Your eyes landed on the familiar glint of Slave I's energy-shield shining past a thick patch of magenta flowers. A tiny pulse of hope shot through your heart as an idea popped into your head.

"Jango," you whispered loudly. The man grunted while the beasts above you skittered about, dragging their sharp, raptorial legs along the muddy ground with impatience. You pulled a flare from your pack, your eyes shining with anticipation as your breathing grew ragged. The other bounty hunter simply gave a short nod, steadying himself against you as you prepared the flare.

You took a deep breath before you ever so slightly stuck your arm out from beneath the edge. The beasts roared and hissed as a streak of red light flashed across the sky, their footsteps rumbling against the soggy ground as the two of you dashed in the opposite direction. You squinted your eyes as you rushed through the patch of magenta flora resting beneath the thick midstory of the jungle.

Your eyes widened when a cloud of yellow dust unexpectedly sprayed in your face. You felt like someone just punched you in the stomach as you nearly doubled over, Jango slipping away from your grasp before you quickly caught him in your arms. He grunted as if he were trying to suppress a cough while his body tensed in your grasp.

You whipped your head up when a lone Gutkurr suddenly rumbled nearby, the reds of its eyes glowing in the light of the storm.

"Run!" you screamed as you tried to steady him against your side. Jango hobbled alongside you as you desperately ran towards the ship sitting in the thick field before you. Your heart raced as the creature's footsteps grew louder as it dragged it's long raptorial legs along the ground. You nearly slipped on a slick patch of mud before Jango grabbed and threw you forward. The two of you panted as he opened the hatch to his ship with the gauntlet on his wrist. Your lungs burned as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and stomped through the tall grass.

Your heart dropped when the Gutkurr roared menacingly as it launched itself forward and opened its wide, dark maw. Time slowed to a stop as you braced yourself to be bitten in half by its razor-sharp teeth...only to open your eyes when you heard the loud sound of a blaster echo through the field. You gasped when the beast fell in front of you with a pitiful groan, Jango heaving as his hand clumsily fell back to his side. You snapped your head up when you heard the rest of the pack roar nearby.

"Hurry!" you whispered loudly as you helped Jango into the hangar. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw a collection of red eyes glint on the outskirts of the field as the door slowly began to close. You pounded your hand against the button inside, praying it would make it go faster as the carnivores rushed towards Slave I.

You flinched and nearly stumbled back when the door finally locked shut just as the creatures surrounded the attack craft. Your chset rose and fell as you ran a hand through your hair, your mind still racing as your heart pounded wildly. You gasped and braced yourself against the wall as the ship began to rock back and forth, the muffled hissing of the Gutkurrs sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyebrows shot up when the lights suddenly went out, leaving you and Jango in dim lighting as a menacing red glowed through the hangar. The other bounty hunter clenched his fists.

"Dank-" You flinched when the ship shook violently, followed by the frustrated grunts and shrieking of the insect-like carnivores. Jango grunted as he leaned against the wall, the gash in his leg now gushing with blood as he heaved.

You rushed to his side as the emergency lights of his ship flickered each time one of the Gutkurr's slammed their armored bodies against the sides of Slave I. Jango tensed as you gently laid a hand on his lower back, your eyes glowing with softness as you parted your lips.

"Where's the medkit?" you asked, your chest quickly rising and falling as adrenaline coursed through your veins. Jango's shoulders slumped as he tilted his head towards the far left side of the hangar. Your heart pounded in your ears as the ship continued to shake. You frowned as you guided your partner over to an empty seat, his grunts doing little to ease your troubled mind. A trail of blood followed his injured leg as you sat him down as gently as you could.

You furrowed your brows when you laid eyes on his ripped pants, your cheeks glowing with heat as the room grew stuffy in a matter of seconds. You flicked your eyes back up to the emotionless visor of his helmet as you swallowed thickly.

"Okay, um..." your voice trailed off as you got on your knees, your hands hesitantly sliding up to Jango's belt before he grabbed your wrists.

"What do you think you're doing?" the rasped, his breathing ragged as he balled his hands around your wrists. You nervously glanced up at his face as you squeezed your thighs together; the unbearable tension inside you only growing stronger as he touched you.

"I-I need to take off your pants to treat your wound," you said with a shaky voice as goosebumps broke out across your body. You winced as the ship shook again, the lights flickering violently as the creatures dragged their limbs and scrambled alongside the sides of his ship. You tried to take a deep breath as Jango slumped in his seat.

"Fine," he huffed and clumsily unbuckled his belt. Oh, Maker. Your throat grew tight as images of him slamming his cock deep inside your dripping, needy cunt flooded your mind. You shook your head and sucked in a sharp breath as you helped him out of his pants, the fabric falling to the floor and revealing a thin, dark one-piece clinging to his tan skin. You quickly shifted your gaze when your eyes lingered on the outline of his cock straining against his thin body suit.

"Uh...alright," you blinked several times as you desperately tried to suppress the urge to climb onto his lap and ride him until he-

"Just take them off...whatever it takes to patch me up," Jango breathed as he leaned back in the chair and yanked off his helmet. Your eyes widened as you gazed upon his rugged, scarred face. His thick, dark hair clung to his head as he sighed heavily.

You bit your lip as the fabric of your clothes rubbed against your sensitive nipples and slick folds as you adjusted yourself in front of him. Sounds of clanging Beskar plates and shifting fabric echoed inside the hangar as the noises outside began to grow faint. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat as your mind grew hazy at the sight of his thick, heavy cock springing free from the confines of his black one-piece. Your mouth watered as it slapped against the dip of his abs, a large pearl of precum smearing across his sweat-coated skin as he sucked in a sharp breath and shifted in his seat.

You were pulled back to reality when you heard him grunt with pain (or what you assumed to be pain...) and tense in the chair.

"Right!" you said with a strained voice as you rushed over to the medkit hanging on the wall. Your chest grew tight as a heavy wave of arousal suddenly washed over you, the space between your legs growing unbearably hot as you caught your breath.

You shook your head violently before rushing back over, your body shivering with arousal as you threw the kit opened and grabbed a large, clean gauze. Jango hissed and clawed his fingers against the arms of his seat as you wrapped your hands around his gash, putting as much pressure as you could onto the deep wound.

Your walls pulsed when you saw his cock twitch in front of your face, the large vein on the underside of his thick shaft making you wonder what it would feel like if-

"I think you can start cleaning it out now," Jango rasped with a shallow breath. You blinked and looked down at your hands, the bleeding having already slowed down enough for you to start sterilizing the gash. You swallowed and gave him a short nod before taking off your gloves. You felt him slightly shiver while you gently cleaned the wound, as if every lingering touch of your fingers made him sink further into a trance. The bubbling heat inside your core only intensified as you watched the thick bead of precum leak from his slit and down his shaft.

You feared Jango judging you for staring so much...only to see him tilting his head back as he breathed in short, shallow pants. Everything around you seemed to fade away as your core ached with a primal desire - you even nearly missed as you used the field cauterizer to close his gaping wound. Your vision grew blurry as you clumsily put the medical supplies away and sterilized your hands...only to feet Jango's warm palms slide over your shoulders.

"Wait..." he swallowed thickly as a deep red hue filled his sharp cheeks. Your eyes trailed down his rugged chest and lean stomach before landing on his girthy length again. It stood up straight and twitched beneath your hungry gaze as he ever so slightly shifted his hips forward. You whined as he tightened his grip around your shoulders, his dark pupils blown wide as he breathed heavily.

"I need...I need you," he muttered lowly. A bolt of pleasure struck through your core as your eyes widened. You gasped when he pulled you onto his lap, your thighs draped over his as he gripped your waist. You mewled as your breasts rubbed against his chest, your clothed pussy hovering over his weeping cock as he bared his teeth over your pulse.

"I don't know what's come over me...but I just...I need you," his voice dropped several octaves as he growled against your neck. You moaned and arched your back as he slipped his fingers beneath the band of your soaked, muddied pants. You felt him clench his jaw against your cheek as he struggled to contain himself. You gulped and parted your lips.

"Jango...I need you to-" that was enough for him to literally rip your pants off of your legs. Your jaw dropped as your clothes fell into tatters onto the dimly lit floor before he firmly tugged you forward. You ducked your head into his shoulder and screamed when he shoved you down on his girth in one swift, fluid motion.

Your eyes rolled back as his cock stretched your drenched pussy wide open, your cunt already slick and deep as his thick length spread your gummy walls. You swallowed as your cunt fluttered around his shaft as he began to thrust his dick into your burning sex.

“Oh, M-Maker Jango!” you screamed as he bounced you on his cock, your walls squeezing him tightly as your cunt squelched lewdly with every feral thrust of his hips.

"O-Osik," he hissed through gritted teeth as your pussy swallowed his dick whole each time your ass came back down and slapped against his taut, muscular thighs [shit]. You threw your head back as the thick tip of his member railed into your soft, oversensitive g-spot, each tender graze leaving your legs shaking and cunt aching for more.

"Jango," you slurred as your forehead fell against his, your warm breaths mingling while you tried to match his relentless pace. The hangar was flooded with sounds of skin wetly slapping against skin mixed with your combined grunts and moans.

Your eyes shot open when he quickly shoved his lips against yours, your wet tongues quickly finding each other in a sloppy, passionate dance as he pounded into you. You gasped for air when the two of you parted, your lips glossed over with your combined spit as he groaned.

"I want to fill you so badly," Jango growled into your ear as his hands slid down to tenderly squeeze your ass. Your moan rattled through the dark room as the head of his cock slammed against the soft, gummy plug to your womb. "Stuff you with my seed - over...and over..." his breath hitched as your walls pulsed around his veiny shaft. True euphoria pumped through your veins as your core tightened, squeezing his dick in a wet, vice grip as his thrusts began to falter. You whined as a deep, low rumble rose from his scarred chest.

"Yes, yes!" you screamed as your vision suddenly flooded with white. Your body tensed in Jango's hold as your cunt gushed with your warm juices. You babbled and squirmed on his lap as you drenched his inner thighs with your thick cream. Your body trembled as your jaw remained slack, your vision blurred with hot tears of pure bliss. Your body grew limp as your walls contracted deliciously, your mind dizzy and hazy with pleasure as he continued to fuck into your raw, puffy cunt.

You yelped when he released a gutteral groan, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your ass as his cock twitched deep inside your tight canal.

"Take me - take all of me," Jango snarled as he slammed you down to the hilt, his thick brows furrowed as his cock throbbed against your cervix. You gasped as he soaked your walls with thick ropes of his heavy, warm cum.

"J-Jango," you said with a hoarse whisper as your greedy pussy drank every drop he shot into your tight walls. You whined as his lips brushed against your pulse, his hot breath fanning over your neck as his grip on your hips loosened.

You blinked away the tears of bliss that clouded your vision, the heat within you still lingering as you felt a few loose drops of his cum leak out of your stretched seam and stain your soft, inner thighs. You shot your head up when the regular lights suddenly flickered on, the sound of the storm and the creatures previously lurking outside completely dissipated.

"Looks like the ship's working again," you beamed with a lighter feeling in your chest. Your smile fell when you saw the lingering hunger remaining in his eyes as his cock remained hard within your raw sex. "Jango?" you murmured. You yelped when he rose to his feet, the room spinning around you as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and hooked your arms over his thick neck.

"I'm not finished yet," the dark-haired man rumbled lowly, his face as stoic as ever as he climbed towards his bunk. "It's too much...too much-" the bounty hunter couldn't even finish his sentence as he swallowed thickly. You keened as his cock gently grinded inside your tight heat every time he ascended the ladder to his chambers. The bunk sliding-shutter was pulled down, allowing the two of you some privacy from the wildlife of Onderon as Jango stepped over to his bed.

Your heart wildly beat against your sternum as Jango laid you down on your back, his muscular form looming over you as his cock remained stuffed half-way inside your slick cunt. He gazed directly into your eyes as he wasted no time and began to rock his hips forward, his thrusts more steady and controlled than before as he rested his toned arms on either side of your flushed face. You threw your head back as every nerve ending in your body lit up with pleasure; the feeling of his heavy shaft dragging along your plush walls making your mouth water and toes curl.

"You're so tight, an'edee," Jango grunted as his brows furrowed with pleasure [all bite]. You had no time to ask what he meant in his native tongue before he started to pick up the pace, his eyes lit with a primal desire as he watched your body bounce with each swift snap of his hips.

You gasped and arched your back as a shiver of arousal crept down your spine, your pussy squelching lewdly with your combined juices each time he pushed his cock back inside your hole. A sharp cry fell from your lips as he perfectly hit your g-spot with a few quick thrusts.

"Y-Yes! Right there!" you keened as your legs shook around his waist. You heard Jango grip the sheets beside your head as he repeated the hypnotic motion with ease, your cunt clamping down on his cock as you moaned softly. The man above you grunted as you rested your hands on his upper back, your nails slightly sinking into his muscles as you writhed with pleasure.

"Haar'chak...I need to make you mine," the bounty hunter rumbled against your skin [Damn it]. You gasped when he unbuckled the latches of your overcoat, his hands making quick work of discarding all of the clothes from your upper body and tossing them aside. You flushed as his eyes locked on your bouncing breasts, his lips slightly parted before he dipped down and latched onto one of your pebbling nipples.

"Oh, Jango!" you cried and arched into his touch as the sounds of your hips slapping against each other grew louder inside the confined space of his bunk.

Your pussy pulsed as the Mandalorian puckered his lips around your bud before gently tugging at it between his teeth. You slid your hands up and slipped your fingers through his thick, black locks as he lavished your sensitive breast. You twitched when he moaned against your areola, the vibrations causing a little more of your warm arousal to smear along his stiff, swollen cock.

"You feel so, so good - I swear I could stay inside you forever," Jango murmured against your plush tit before quickly turning his attention to your other one. Your eyes widened as he swirled his tongue around your neglected nipple, one of his hands slipping down and pinching your other bud between his thick, calloused fingers.

You felt yourself careening closer to the edge of your release with every swipe of his tongue and push of his hips.

"J-Jango, so close," you whined and desperately clenched your walls around his dick, begging for him to stuff you with another heavy load of his seed. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, beads of sweat forming on his temples as he filled you over and over with his hard cock. You swore you saw stars in your vision when he dipped a pair of his fingers down and began to rub sloppy circles around your bundle of nerves.

"Cum for me, mesh'la. Let me feel you squeeze this cock before I fill you again," he snarled as he wildly plunged his dick within your puffy, sensitive walls [beautiful]. You released a silent scream as he pressed his thumb down on your clit, a shockwave of euphoria bursting through your core as you squirted all over his lower stomach.

"Yes," Jango groaned as your pussy sucked him in, his breathing growing more ragged while you shattered into a million pieces beneath him. You wailed and babbled his name as your cunt completely soaked the sheets below you, the sounds of his cock sliding into your slick pussy reverberating inside the small bunk.

"Oh, Maker," you managed to squeak out of your tight throat as your body shivered with the aftershocks of your release. Jango gritted his teeth as he wrapped his hands around your waist, his grunts filling your ears along with the sound of his heavy balls wetly slapping against your juicy slit.

"(Y/N)..." the dark-haired man roared as he rested his forehead against your own.

You gasped as his cock stiffened between your creamy walls, his cock buried down to the hilt as the intoxicating feeling of his cum filling you until it burst from the tight space where your sexes were snugly joined. You whined his name as he squeezed your tender love handles, his face contorted with pleasure as he remained tense against your sweaty body. You both released a shaky sigh as he spilled one more thick string of cum inside your rawly fucked cunt.

You closed your eyes as you caught your breath, your body coated with a thin sheen of sweat as you basked in the afterglow. The Mandalorian sighed as he slowly pulled out of you, his softening cock hanging between his legs as he adjusted himself in the small bed. Your bodies were practically pressed chest to chest as he gazed into your eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked between heavy breaths as he knitted his brows. Your heart skipped a beat at his gentle words before you gave a slow, lazy nod.

"Yes...just c-catching my breath," you sighed. Jango grunted as his body seemed to relax against the warmth of your own. A question began to gnaw at your mind, causing your eyes to widen a little.

"Jango, will I get...you know..." you shifted your gaze as heat rose to your cheeks. You've thought about having a child from time to time...but with your current line of work, it's now nothing more than a passing daydream. His dark brown eyes held a rare look of longing as he tightly gripped the sheets.

"No," he muttered. "I...I can't have any younglings of my own," Jango hesitantly continued, his voice now slightly cold as he stared between your bodies. You frowned as your heart sank into your stomach.

"Oh," you replied before glancing away. A heavy silence seeped between the two of you before he sighed heavily.

"It's alright, though. I actually have an opportunity to-" Jango paused, his face growing hard as he pursed his lips. "Well, let's just say I'm able to...adopt one," the bounty hunter chuckled softly. You raised a brow and tilted your head curiously. You chose not to pry and instead remained quiet, the sound of the ship's tech humming filling the space between the two of you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of something to say after a long period of silence.

"I think that you'll be a wonderful father, Jango," you said with a gentle grin. Jango blinked, his eyes softening as a genuine smile stretched across his rugged, worn features.

"Thank you...mesh’la," the mercenary murmured gently with a faint shine in his eyes.

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[bellyprincess]

"No, stop, that's for the babies", you whine as you don't even try to stop me. I take one massive, aching, milk filled tit into my mouth. A gentle suck releases a blast of milk, causing you to gasp. I drink a little and then repeat with the other. You bite your lip to stiffle the moan, too lost in pleasure to realize I stopped already. Now they're primed and leaking steadily. But the babies that are meant to suckle are still in your belly for a month or two more. You try to milk yourself, only to find your tits are too big and you can't reach your thick nipples. I stand with a smug look and watch your milk trail down from your nipples and drip onto the floor.

"S-Stopppp~," I whined out again, but it sounded more like a pathetic moan as the pressure in my tits was being released. My eyes rolled back into my head as my thighs pressed together. My belly was so swollen it was heavy as it rested on the top of my legs, almost reaching my knees. The weight felt so good though as it pressed down, putting pressure on my clit. And my huge belly was a perfect place for my almost ridiculously large breasts to rest.

I couldn't even reach around them to milk myself, instead having to rely on you or the suckers that we hooked up above the bed in the bedroom, the latter option quite literally milking me like a cow. You snickered at my comment and rolled your eyes, "For the babies? I think we'll be fine. We have two chest freezers full of frozen breastmilk. But you're right, we should save more. I want cereal for breakfast." I moaned at the comment, picturing you eating your cereal after dispensing your milk for it straight from my tits.

"Anyways, these nipples are so fat. Do you really think our babies will be able to fit their mouths around them? They nearly fill up all of my mouth, princess." You teased gently but I knew you were right and it only my cunt throb more. Your hands were rubbing my belly and calming the babies within while you forced both nipples into your mouth at once, though you couldn't do that for long because it dispensed more milk than you could drink.

When you took a step back, I nearly whined, my tits still steadying dripping and silently begging you to keep sucking them. "You still have two more months of growing, maybe more if you're lucky. I'm sure we can save more milk for all these rascals in the meantime." You pat my belly like it was your prize animal in the county fair show, and in some ways it was. Every time we went out in public, people looked at me like I was a prize animal. Your prized breeding cow. Belly so full it showed them how fertile I am, tits so leaky and swollen it showed them how good I am of a mommy, and pussy so wet it showed them how much of a slut I am.

I whimpered and rocked back and forth, using the weight of my belly on my clit to feel some relief. Reaching out to you I pleaded with my eyes, trying to get you back onto my tits or rubbing my belly again. "Pleaseee, touch me again, daddy!" You chuckled and caved to my request, stepping forward again and rubbing my belly while you locked up the dropping milk. Just feeling your occasional kitten licks on my fat nipples and your hands on my tummy was enough to send me over the edge. I came with a slutty moan, my juices spreading over the seat that was hidden beneath me. You laughed at the sight of my tits spraying like hoses when I came, only to help me lay down on my side. "In the meantime, I'm going to practice putting more babies in you for when these come out."

[tgmsunmontue]

Lonely Nights 1/4

Set in 2009, Bradley is ~27 and Jake is ~23. Hangster PWP. AU where Bradley went to the USNA and has a better relationship with Maverick, however DADT still exists. This 100% fits in with the much longer Nepo!Baby-Bradley fic I am currently writing.

PART ONE

                He really needs to get laid. There aren’t many opportunities. Not when he’s been deployed for six months, no carrier-squeeze he wanted enough or trusted explicitly to risk getting caught with. So that leaves him with three days left of leave to sate his thirst until he can do this again. This is removing his dog tags. This is letting the hair he’s let grow long over the last six weeks curl over his ears and forehead, too long to be regulation. This is wearing his tightest jeans and tank and finding not the nearest gay bar, but one close-ish. This is no-where near Pensocola, nearly a three hour drive away in fact. This is watching the guy across the room with intent; and he moves fluidly on the dance floor, knows the limits of his body and that he looks good.

                Bradley wants to wreck him.

                He’s looking at Bradley like he’d let him.

                Perfect.

                The music thrums deep in his body, body warm with the press of bodies in the club. The guy doesn’t seem to be with anyone, alone maybe like Bradley is. He doesn’t bother hiding the fact that he’s watching, catches his eye and doesn’t break the eye contact as he takes a drink and licks his lips, smiles slowly while raising an eyebrow in clear invitation. He’ll accept or decline from where he is; Bradley has a pretty good feeling that he’ll accept. Sure enough he’s approaching and Bradley lets his eyes travel from the unfairly good looking face (god he’s a sucker for fucking dimples), over exposed sun-kissed bronze-warm skin under a sheer black top clearly meant for clubbing and thighs covered in dark red leather and then black boots.

                “Enjoying the view?”

                “You look good out there…”

                “Mmm… you know where I’d also look good?”

                “Where?”

                “On my knees.”

                Bradley doesn’t spray out the beer in his mouth but it’s a close thing. Fuck yes.

                “Yeah? You wanna prove that to me?”

                “Yeah, come on…”

                Then he’s being tugged toward the bathrooms then and he quickly skulls back the rest of his beer, placing the empty on the bar as he follows to the bathroom. He hasn’t ever been this reckless before, but he’s hours away from any naval base and days before he must report in. No one is watching him in a fucking gay club. He lets out a breath and grabs a handful of ass and squeezes, smirks at the mock-glare thrown over the over guy’s shoulder. Fuck he gorgeous.

                “Couldn’t resist,” Bradley says.

                “Mmm, come on.”

                Then they’re in a toilet cubicle and Bradley didn’t note how many there were, and he’s never done this and he wonders if it shows. He’s had his dick sucked, but never somewhere quite this public. Exposed. The other guy though doesn’t hesitate, sinks to his knees effortlessly, hand running down Bradley’s body, tugging and catching at the edge of his jeans ever so briefly before running down his thighs, fingers tips digging in more firmly and he leans back against the door, letting one hand run through the guys’ hair. It’s so fucking soft.

                “Lock the door…”

                He uses the back of his arm to slide the plastic bolt across, doesn’t even need to look, his attention far more invested in the sight in front of him. His thighs are getting a massage, getting slowly closer and closer to his groin and the guy is just staring up and watching him, gaze intense, eyes dark with arousal. He lets his fingers run through hair, over a stubbled jaw, catches the edge of his mouth with his thumb. A quick jerk of his head and he’s sucking Bradley’s thumb into his mouth, working at it with his tongue, scraping his teeth over the knuckle and Bradley groans.

                “You got a name baby?”

                He lets go of Bradley’s thumb and licks his lips.

                “Jake. Not adverse to you calling me baby though…”

                “Okay…” Bradley says, his attention fraying a little as Jake leans forward, runs his nose along the crease of his fly. His cock is well over half hard, the anticipation of the whole evening, of what he came out looking for, the fact it’s happening after months of nothing but his own hand. He notes that he doesn’t ask Bradley for his name and he’s okay with that. It’s not like he’s here searching for a love connection. “You look good baby…”

                “Mmm… feels good. Can’t wait to feel it in my mouth.”

                He doesn’t need to say anything, lets Jake pull his zipper down, push-pull his jeans and briefs so they’re sufficiently out of the way. Then Jake’s hands are on his cock, hands warm and firm, getting him even harder and he watches as Jake pulls a foil packet from a back pocket. Good.

                “I, uh, I don’t do this very often…”

                “Me either.”

                He has to wonder how true that is as Jake rolls the condom down like an expert, eyes narrowing and Bradley doesn’t have time to parse what the fuck that look might mean before Jake just… bobs down and swallows him whole. He can feel the tightness of his throat pressing around the head of his cock, lips tight around the base and his hips jerk a little, out of his control.

                “Holy shit… sorry.”

                His fingers go lax in Jake’s hair, he doesn’t want to choke him, even if he seems perfectly competent in the whole cock-sucking aspects of life. Then he’s moving, working up a faster rhythm, one hand grasping Bradley around the base of his cock, the other guiding his hand to his hair, fingers curling to guide Bradley’s own fingers to grab his hair.

                “You like me pulling your hair baby?”

                He gets a hum, an attempted nod of the head on his cock and he grips a bit tighter, lets himself thrust a little and gets another hum of approval and his entire body shudders with that knowledge, skin prickling. He watches carefully, tries to concentrate through the building tightness in his groin. God, he doesn’t want this to be over too quickly, wants to savor it. He groans, eyes slipping shut as Jake seems determined to make him come as fast as possible, the suction and jerking hand stepping up in tandem.

                It’s a bit of a battle then, Bradley pulling Jake’s hair to make him back off a little but then unable to resist sliding his cock back into a warm heat, the sounds Jake is making driving him further forward. Jake seemingly unable to get enough and that’s a fucking trip and a half. God they’d get this fucking perfect if they had more time. Not that he’s complaining right now, the tight heat coiling in his gut getting tougher to resist.

                “You look so good baby… so good for me.”

                He hears a little pleased whimper, feels fingers grip harder, mouth sucks a little tighter and that’s it, he’s tipping over the edge and he grips hair, holding Jake still as he comes. The suction continues and it feels fucking amazing and he groans, shudders as the after-shock travels through his body. It’s always so fucking intense.

                “Jesus fuck…”

                Jake stands, pushes himself against Bradley and he catches his lips in a kiss. Spit and latex and warm lips and he nips at his bottom lip, can feel the scrape of stubble against his own, savors the sensation for the novel treat that it is.

                “Come on, please, your hand, so close… come on…”

                “Shh shh baby, I got you…”

                He flicks the button undone, doesn’t waste any time on shoving the pants away just enough to free Jake’s cock. He wraps his hand around it, uses his other hand to pull Jake closer to him so he lick and suck down his neck; Bradley drinks in his broken little whimpers as he moves his hand. It’s maybe a bit on the dry side, but Jake isn’t asking for anything, his hips rocking, making his cock slide into Bradley’s fist.

                “You’re fucking gorgeous baby… you going to come for me?” Bradley asks, lips on the column of Jake’s throat. Jake seems to be lost, his eyes clamped shut, mouth open as he gasps roughly, his body almost spasming against Bradley’s body and he tightens the arm around his waist. “Come on, let me see you…” There’s almost a sob then, a little broken sound and fuck he’s suddenly bombarded with all the possible ways he could work Jake up to this point and then just keep him on the edge. “Come on baby.”

                Jake coming is a beautiful sight, cheeks flushed, head thrown back and throat working convulsively on what could be holding back a shout or just trying to breathe. It’s over now though, and his hand is covered in Jake’s come and he wonders… he doesn’t want to tell him to do it, even though he gets the idea that Jake would be… amenable to being told, Jake doesn’t even fucking know Bradley’s name let alone had any sort of discussion around being told what to do.

                “Want to clean me up baby?”

                There is zero hesitation, Jake’s sucking his fingers into his mouth, moaning and licking his hand clean and oh fuck, this is the stuff of fantasies he hasn’t ever really given himself a chance of having and now it’s a memory he’s going to be coming back to time and time again. They clean up, dispose of the used condom and wash their hands and he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly starting to feel embarrassed. Makes no fucking sense.

                “Come dance with me?” Jake asks.

                “Sure thing…” Bradley agrees immediately, glad of the excuse to not just leave… the idea of that is untenable right now.

                He buys a couple bottles of water, hands one to Jake and watches as the other man downs in without stopping and Bradley just watches his throat work, wants to mark it up. He keeps a hand on Jake’s waist, unwilling to really let him go. For his part though Jake seems happy to stay in his orbit, letting his own hands wander over Bradley’s body. They dance together for nearly an hour, bodies languid with the soporific effect of orgasms and as they move against each to the beat of the music he can feel the arousal building again, then it’s deliberate, grinding against each other with intent, hands exploring. Bradley is pretty sure that if he plays his cards right he’ll be taking Jake home. The luxury of a repeated sexual encounter with the same person isn’t lost on him, and they for sure as fuck have plenty of chemistry. It’s already in his top ten.

                “I’ve got a hotel room.”

                “Yeah? That an invitation?”

                “Sure is.”

                “Lead the way baby…”

                He’s pretty sure there’s a flush to Jake’s cheeks which isn’t just down to the dancing or their previous activities and he follows him. Jake assures him it’s only a few blocks; they don’t touch as they walk, although their shoulders and arms do brush occasionally. Once they’re in the elevator Jake is pressing up against him, one of his thighs slipping between his and then he’s grinding his half-hard cock against one of Bradley’s thighs and he lets out a hum of approval. Yeah. Fucking perfect. He lets his hands grab Jake’s ass cheeks, encourages the grinding motion with a firm grip.

                They stumble out of the elevator and down to Jake’s room, making out in the entry way as soon as the door clicks shut, Jake not even bothering with the lights. Jake runs his own hands through Bradley’s hair, far softer than what Bradley is expecting considering how roughly he encouraged Bradley to be with his own hair. Their kisses are harder, hands plucking at each other’s clothes in an attempt to get at the skin underneath and Bradley quickly makes the decision to strip his top off. It’s not like he’s going to change his mind. Jake is doing the same, mumbling about wanting to see and then the lights flick on.

                Bradley freezes.

                The first thing he’s seen is a familiar duffle. One that everyone is issued when they leave the USNA.

                Fuck.

PART TWO

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Houses and homes

@rookseeksraven

🏚️🌠🧻(abandoned house, shooting star, toilet paper) I am a sucker for getting together Wangxian fics. But whatever these random emojis inspire! 😊

Song for atmosphere: here (I wish you were mine - Loving Caliber)

Toilet paper is way too expensive, Wei Wuxian grumbles to himself as he leaves the corner store in his neighborhood. Why is it so expensive? It's not like they're making it out of gold fiber, is it?!

He glares at nothing in particular then sighs, walking the dark road towards his new... home. Well, it's neither his, nor a home. But what's he to do? Madam Yu kicked him out with only a hastily packed suitcase to his name, so he can't be picky.

All his savings are still neatly tucked away in a slit in his mattress, so it's either sleeping under bridges, or making himself a place to stay out of the creepy, abandoned house at the edge of the forest.

He's never liked bridges much.

There must be some law forbidding the occupation of an abandoned house somewhere, so Wei Wuxian is quite sure the police will come whisk him out one of these days - but until that happens, he's happy just to have a roof over his head.

The house isn't even that bad, once you're inside. Sure, there are a few broken windows, everything's so dusty he's been sneezing like he's getting paid for it and there are cobwebs everywhere - but there is a comfortable bed upstairs, and Wei Wuxian has fixed the electric panel enough to grant himself a bit of light and access to the electric stove.

There is even running water, and a bathtub that doesn't look nearly as bad as Wei Wuxian has expected. With a bit of cleaning, it's actually usable!

Even though his savings are still in the house he's been kicked out of, Wei Wuxian just got paid today, and though his job at the coffee shop landed him a barely survivable paycheck, he could still afford cleaning supplies and some instant noodles, the bare necessities considering his situation.

Perhaps he will sneak in and retrieve his money soon.

He ties his hair up in a bun and puts on the bright yellow cleaning gloves before proceeding to spray a generous amount of cleaning product on the stove. Even though it's really late at night, he can't sleep, so he might as well just get something productive done.

Plus, he needs to cook something to eat. It's been two days since his last meal.

---

He shows up at work surprisingly early Monday morning. Wen Qing asks what's wrong, but Wei Wuxian tells her he doesn't want to talk about it, and she doesn't pry. He knows she'd move him in her apartment the moment she found out what transpired over the weekend in his life, but she has enough on her plate with Wen Ning, A-Yuan, and a two bedroom apartment.

Wei Wuxian can handle things just fine. At least for now.

His favorite customer-become-friend walks through the door at 7 on the dot, and Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly feels lighter than it has in the past 48 hours.

"Morning, Lan Zhan! The usual?"

"Mn. Good morning."

Wei Wuxian prepares his latte with oat milk and a cup of green tea to go as they make small talk, and Wei Wuxian also warms up one of Lan Zhan's favorite pastries as a surprise for him on the go. He has an important meeting today, after all, and he deserves some sweet encouragement.

"Wei Ying, there is something I would like to ask you."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Have you moved out?"

The question startles Wei Wuxian out of his warm nothing-is-wrong fantasy like a bucket of ice water thrown on his head. Lan Zhan has taken him home a few times after they went out, or on his way from work, but Wei Wuxian has never thought Lan Zhan would try to drop by, much less unannounced...

"It's... complicated. Why do you ask?"

"I've been to your house on Saturday." His ears pink up a little bit. "I... wanted to see you. But I was told you didn't live there anymore. Did something happen?"

"Why were you there?" Wei Wuxian deflects, careful not to let his smile drop and worry Lan Zhan further.

He sighs, fingers gripping the little coffee cup a bit too hard.

"Lan Zhan?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Wen Ning drops a plate in the back and Wen Qing quickly ushers him into her office with an apologetic look.

Wei Wuxian stares, wide-eyed, at Lan Zhan, and he wonders if the world stopped spinning or it's just him.

"This is why I was at your house... I wanted to ask you... I had a date planned out..."

Wei Wuxian laughs, though his eyes fill with tears, and the droplets fall before he can stop them. Lan Zhan panics, and tries reaching across the counter to grasp Wei Wuxian's hand.

He finds himself pulled into a kiss.

"Yes. The answer is yes, I will be your boyfriend." Wei Wuxian replies as they separate. "But you have to promise not to come over for a while."

"Why?"

"I'm basically homeless right now, I live in an abandoned house until I get a hold of my savings."

Lan Wangji is about to open his mouth, but Wei Wuxian raises his hand to stop him. "No, I know you're already living with your brother and uncle and I doubt they'd be fine with you bringing in some random homeless man in their house just because he's your boyfriend."

Lan Wangji huffs, looking a lot like a frustrated bunny. "Then let me get you an apartment."

"I'm looking to rent-"

"Not rent."

An incredulous look. "Lan Zhan! We have, like, 10 minutes of being together!"

"And two years of being friends."

"Still, isn't it a bit too-"

Lan Wangji pulls him into a kiss over the counter in response.

(They move in together by the end of the month and marry by the end of the year.)

[miscling]

You looked like you were having so much fun with that last edging task, I couldn't help but give you more: 🗜️🗜️👅🫴 Enjoy! I know I am! (E-mail is down at work, so I can't do anything, and no one is in the office, so I might be being naughty. Maybe. ^_^) - 🪼

im all breathless after this i wanna cum so bad but im behaving i put on the nipple suckers and sprayed a little when i took them off

im so tired i think i'll have another nap but like, edging is such a relaxing activity i feel so good

thank you for the task!

[ziezie13]

My first completed fanbinding! There were so many fun typesetting elements I had trouble narrowing the photos down but I didn't include everything. My favorites are definitely the music QR codes and the meta AO3 fics.

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Technical stuff and bonus photos below the cut.

General

197,692 Words / 11 x 8.5 Paper / 500 pgs

Title Font & Chapter Number Font: Just Signature

Chapter Title & Body Font: Adobe Caslon Pro

Misc Fonts: Georgia, Lucida Sans, Zilla Slab, PT Serif, Segoe UI

Designed, typeset, and bound by me.

Programs used: InDesign and BookletCreator.

Anyone who knows me knows I am a sucker for enemies to lovers and this fic executes the trope beautifully. It was one of my very first fics on AO3 and since then I have read it countless times. The fic diverges from canon in a single moment and what proceeds is one of the best Victuuri fics of all time.

Materials

This was the first ficbinding project that made it off of my computer. The original plan was to keep the book thinner by scaling the page size up to 11 x 8.5, but obviously that didn't work. I ordered short grain 11 x 17 sheets from Nicole Nikolas Modern Paper Goods and printed with my large-format inkjet printer (which used more cyan and magenta than I would have expected).

Once my signatures were printed I realized just how massive this thing was, and in that moment I decided the casing was going to be leather. I ordered Royal Blue leathers from Peggy Sue Also Leather's Dutchess Collection. And while I waited for that to come in I hand-painted the chapter numbers using Dreamland Watercolor's Beta and a fluid writer. The color changing effect wasn't as dramatic as I hoped but it still turned out gorgeous.

I decided not to complicate things too much and left the spine flat and the edges deckled. I used the basic method of sewing tapes and spaced five of them out across the spine. The headbands are actually Vintage Petersham Grosgrain Magenta ribbons from Fini Ribbon that I folded over some string I had laying around. I also made my own endpapers from Strathmore drawing sheets and more of the Beta watercolor which I sprayed over the sheets using a cheap paintbrush.

I created an embossed frame on the cover by layering chipboard on top of the 0.098" Davey Binder's Board I ordered from Talas. Then I cut out a window so that I could do the title out of watercolor. I didn't have a pairing knife for the leather so I tried sanding down the edges to help minimize the thickness of the folds. I am actually not sure if this helped or not but the leather turned out better than I thought. The only issue was that I didn't have enough of an overlap at the top and bottom on the inside of the book board, and the endpapers couldn't cover the seam properly. I came up with the solution of adding a second layer of chipboard that I covered in light blue construction paper. I made it to the same dimensions as the Davey Board and then glued everything together with pva. I really like the effect it has and it also worked out as a base to paint the title onto.

Typesetting

Typesetting this fic was a lot of fun because of all the social media aspects included in the fic. This included articles, Reddit threads, Twitter posts, Instagram posts, Youtube videos, Tumblr posts, and even meta AO3 fic summaries. I did my best to match the real-life counterparts as best as I could. I ended up using Segoe UI for most of the social media typesetting. The articles used Zilla Slab for the title and PT Serif for the body. The AO3 summaries were the most complicated as they used Georgia and Lucida Sans fonts and jpeg graphics.

The other really exciting element I incorporated was the music. Kaz used music throughout the fic as a very imporvictant part of the storytelling. Yuuri and Victor communicate through their skating and their routines and the music is what brings those routines to life. I placed QR codes in the margins at the start of each routine. It is so cool to hold your camera up and suddenly have the music playing from your phone as you read! I also included an appendix of the music so that when QR codes become obsolete the music is still accessible.

[titanicsimp]

Here I am with my request.

Could you bless us with a nsfw fic about Connie or Jean (I don’t see very many stories with them and yes I am looking at myself in the mirror shaking my head about Jean) about them cooking with their girlfriend and they make a mess then they take a shower together? 🥺👀

Thank you for the request ♥️

Oh my, such a tough choice between those two but I’ll pick Jean this time because I’m a sucker for his long hair and lil beard 🥵

Warnings: Modern AU!, Smut/lemon🌶

Finally, you and Jean had been given the gift of having a day off at the same time! The past year your schedules had made it borderline impossible to spend a full day together, so now the two of you had the chance, you intended to make the best of it.

You hadn’t filled the day with anything too crazy. Just a stroll in the park and a visit to the mall, activities in which you had plenty of time to talk to your fiancé.

Jean had wanted to cook with you for a while now. He has two left hands when it comes to cooking, but he was sure that with your help the kitchen would remain intact. So when you got some garlic bread from the pizza place at the mall, he got the bright idea to make a pizza yourselves when you got home. He even claimed it would have less calories, which you doubted but let slide since he seemed so adorably confident about it.

“You’re molesting it!” You squeal with laughter as Jean kneads the ball of dough slowly, doing way too much gentle squeezing.

The kitchen already looks far messier than you had intended. Bowls, jars and utensils are spread over the counter, having left smears and a dusting of flour on the granite.

He flushes red as he turns his head sideways to face you. “Isn’t this how you do it?!”

You giggle at his frustrated expression. “You have to put more force, the dough won’t get soft enough like this.”

Jean frowns and pauses, assessing the ball of dough. From the look on his face you would think he’s making a bomb, not dinner.

You almost pass out from laughter as he suddenly starts squeezing the living shit out of the dough instead. It spills out violently from between his fingers, splitting open at all sides.

“Oh my god Jean! You just went from assault to battery charges!”

He grumbles at you as he abandons his task, leaving the dough for dead.

A smirk appears on his face as he takes the spoon out of the jar of tomato sauce. Your laughter prevents you from noticing his actions, only realizing when it’s too late and a dab of sauce lands on your cheek.

You look at Jean with a gasp. “You did not just do that.”

“Oh, I believe it did.” His smirk has turned into a wide grin, mischief glinting in his light brown eyes.

Without hesitation, you grab a handful of flower and throw it his way. Jean laughs and coughs at the same time as the flower hits him right on the chin. His beard and top of his neck are coated in the white powder now.

You look each other in the eye, the challenge of who will dare to do what next heavy in the air. Both of you wait on the other. You wiggle your eyebrows at him, if he wants a Mexican standoff, he’ll get one.

Jean moves, and before you can throw something, he grabs you and pulls you close. Your combined laughter and squealing as you settle for smearing random stuff on each other sounds like a pack of hyenas has been set loose in the house, both having too much fun to stop.

“Okay! Okay! I propose a truce.” Jean finally says, his voice still cracking up with laughter as he throws his hands up.

You pant from your struggle, smearing off your hands on a nearby towel. “I think I might take you up for that.”

No matter how fun it is, it’s still exhausting to battle that stubborn man.

Jean smiles brightly before he leans in and kisses you. You return his affection, moving your soft lips against his.

He pulls away slightly. “You taste like... a lot.”

You snort and give a playful push against his shoulders. “I wonder who’s fault that is.”

“Let me make it up to you?” He proposes, taking your hand in his.

“Hhmm, fine, but after we are finishing this and YOU are cleaning up.” You say teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah. Now let’s clean us up first.” He tells you and leads you towards the bathroom.

Stripping out of your dirty clothes quickly, you join Jean, who has already weaseled his way under the warm shower.

“Scoot.” You tell him with a smile, standing close to his naked form. Your shower isn’t the biggest, and the water only sprays so far.

His hands move to your hips, stroking them lovingly as he shakes his head. “No way, this is my repayment.”

You giggle at his response and reach out to rub the flower off of his beard. The hair feels coarse and nice at the same time.

After you’ve repeated the process with his hair, he moves his hands away from your hips to clean your face.

You laugh as Jean rubs and squeezes your cheeks playfully, and he makes sure to do so gently. When his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, his soft gaze turns lustful.

“You’re so beautiful.”

You try to hide your bashfulness with a joke, but Jean silences you with a kiss. This one’s more passionate than the one you shared before. He keeps your face cupped in his hands, his lips parting so his tongue can ask for entrance. As soon as you part your lips his tongue starts exploring your mouth. You excitedly join in, rubbing your tongue against his.

As the two of you make out, you automatically move in closer. Neither of you even notice that you’re doing it until Jean’s cock presses against your belly. He sighs into your mouth when he feels the warmth of your skin.

You move a hand down to stroke him, but he pulls away as soon as you do.

“If you don’t mind, I would first like to get a piece of what I was really craving all day.”

His comment makes your abdomen clench up in anticipation and you give a nod to go ahead.

Jean backs you up against the wall of the shower and drops to his knees in front of you. He takes your right leg and lays it over his shoulder, giving him direct access to your core.

You mewl softly as he rubs two fingers through your folds, spreading you open for him. With a cocky glance up at you, he brings his tongue to your cunt. He licks down from your clit to your entrance, and up again. Every time he passes the sensitive nub he twirls his tongue over it before he continues.

You grip onto Jean’s hair. “Ah! More!”

He happily complies, closing the remaining distance and sucking on your clit. You moan loudly for him as he switches between licking and sucking, and start to feel your orgasm build.

Jean’s eyes remain glued to your face as he works your clit.

“Jean! I’m so close!” You tell him, panting.

At your warning he pulls away, instead sliding his tongue past your entrance and stroking your clit with his fingers. Your grip on his hair tightens as he fucks you on his tongue, pleasure overwhelming you.

It doesn’t take long before you shake and cum, Jean eagerly licking up your juices afterwards.

He pulls back from your cunt with a smirk. “You taste amazing, maybe we should forget the pizza altogether.”

You laugh breathily and tug at his shoulders to make him stand up. “Well, if you want to complete our little recipe, we’ll need filling.”

“Filling huh?” Jean questions teasingly.

You nod your head, trying to look serious but failing as your face is already flushed with lust.

You yelp as he picks you up, pressing your back against the cold wall and wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you up by your ass.

“I can do that.” He says with a smirk, thrusting his hips so his cock slides against your wet cunt.

With a moan and a nudge of your legs, you encourage Jean to go on. He leans forward to kiss you again as he enters you. You moan into his mouth as he slides his cock into you slowly, letting you feel every inch.

He stills when he bottoms out and pulls away from the kiss. His eyes lock onto yours and he pulls out almost completely before slamming himself back into you, the sound of skin slapping together resonating throughout the bathroom.

His name leaves your mouth like a chant as Jean starts fucking you. You keep one hand firmly on his shoulder and let the other run through his hair.

“God, you feel so good.” He groans, his grip on your ass tightening.

His pace is slow but hard, every thrust hitting as deep as it can. Your walls pulse around him, still sensitive from your orgasm and enjoying the intrusion thoroughly.

Jean leans forward again, this time pampering your neck with kisses. You breathily moan his name when he picks a spot at your nape to plant a hickey. All of it feels so good, his cock filling you up, his lips on your neck, you just know you won’t last long this time either.

When Jean pulls back after completing his hickey, he shifts his angle just slightly.

Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders at the sudden shift. “Keep going like that, please!”

You whimper against him as his cock slams into your sweet spot over and over again at this angle.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” Jean says, his voice sounding strained.

“M-me too.” You answer, giving him a little smile inbetween your moans.

He fucks into your faster, tearing a scream of pleasure from your throat. “I want to cum together with you.”

The look on his face tells you how bad he wants it. He needs to feel you squeezing around him and screaming his name.

You nod and moan in agreement. If you could pull him even closer you would, but you both want to see each other’s faces when you cum.

When you see that familiar look on Jean’s face, his eyebrows knit together and mouth open from gasping, it pushes you over the edge of your second orgasm. Your walls clench around his cock, making him groan out and follow behind you with his own climax. You pant and mewl as you feel his cum filling you, some already starting to drip down from where your bodies are joined.

Jean leans his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath and shaking from your orgasms.

“Maybe we should move the wedding to next week.” He finally says.

You giggle and shake your head. Not that you are opposed to tying him to you sooner.

He kisses your forehead before he slowly pulls out of you, his cum making a mess of your legs and the shower floor.

Jean sets you down carefully, one hand never leaving your hip as he guides you back under the warm water of the shower.

You urge him to stand close to you again, rubbing your hand over his chest. “I love you, Jean.”

You can feel his heart beat faster under your hand, and the long locks of hair that the water makes stick to his face do nothing to hide his blush.

“I love you too.” He tells you with a smile so sweet it makes your heart rate match his.

After the exchange you help each other clean up. Washing off the little ‘recipe’ that you guys created so you can get back to the real one waiting in the kitchen.

[lil-pine-mha-drabbles]

Hey, this is my first time requesting for anything but I’m a sucker for angst, I was wondering if I could request a Drabble for pro hero todoroki and him witnessing his s/o who was in 1a with him passing away in front of him during a fight with a villain and how he process’s it weeks after, Thankyou! 💛

Todoroki and the blade.

Oh look this one has a title!

If you want, I can remake this one.

After writing for several hours.... I realized. You asked for a Villain attack.... I’m sorry. 😞

This does include self harm!! It is detailed.

Please be careful.

You are loved.

You are wonderful.

Never forget that.

Here are some people that inspire me! @alpha-bnha-boys and @random-mha-thoughts

There are 599 words and 1102 words with the alternate ending to read below the line!

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He pushed and pushed and pushed to be better. He couldn’t let what happened to you happen to anyone else. It was a freak accident, you and a few others were helping civilians out from under a collapsing building when one of the wires snapped and hit you, pulling you under the wreckage, killing you instantly.

You were so strong, rising in the ranks, and so close to surpassing Todoroki. Did he cry? Not yet.

He went to your funeral, several family members sniffling in the back, a couple fans sobbing, and your best friend by the casket. They were laughing about something, apparently joking with you.

He didn’t like your funeral, it just reminded him that perfectly healthy young people can die suddenly and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.

He sat against the wall of his shower watching blood swirl down the drain, his arms stinging under the water spray.

He told himself over and over he deserved it, it was his fault.

When he figured it was time to get up and clean himself off, he got out, dried off, his arms stinging with every movement, and bandaged his self-shredded forearms.

He didn’t smile after your death, didn’t cry, didn’t talk about his emotions, he had made so much progress with you when you were there, you were finally getting him to open up, his friends had seen progress, but he shut down.

He hadn’t self harmed since he was a child, he slowly grew out of it, often being beaten when his father saw his arms. It didn’t help but he eventually got to scared of the belt and decided it was better to not cut.

But now, there was no father telling him he had to “stop this nonsense and get over yourself!” He had himself and a blade.

It was a nice pocket knife, had a speckled wood handle and two blades down the middle, one was pointed and sharp, the other was rounded at the end but just as sharp.

He used the pointier one more often, sometimes stabbing his arm when he was upset, but he knew it was bad and he needed help, where to start?

He walked into his room and changed into his black turtleneck and white pants. He grabbed his keys and drove to a close friend’s house, it was time they talked.

He pulled up to Katsuki’s house, it was around four in the morning, and waltzed up the steps with a fire in his eyes.

Knock

Knock

Knock.

“Oh my fucking— Shoto? What are you doing here at four?” Bakugou ushered him in and slammed the door shut behind him.

“I’d like to speak to you about my current state of mental health before I tip over the edge.” He sounded tired, defeated, so Katsuki pushed him into the living room and onto the couch without a word, waiting for him to speak.

“I am not doing very well... I have come to the realization... that I loved (Y/n), and what I’m doing to cope is not healthy.” Bakugou’s eyes widened in surprise, what did he mean unhealthy?

Todoroki gasped in nervous breaths and tenderly pulled up his sleeves, revealing the red bandages. Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath. He knew where this was going.

“Shoto, thank you for coming. You were right that’s not healthy.” He kneeled to the floor and bowed his head.

“I apologize, I didn’t know you were hurting. I’m here to help.”

That was the first step Todoroki supposed, now all he had to do was heal.

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Alternative ending!!

Todoroki gasped in nervous breaths and tenderly pulled up his sleeves, revealing the red bandages. Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath. He knew where this was going.

“I know where this is going. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way, but you’re an idiot.” Todo looked up at Bakugou who stood abruptly.

“What-“

“Get up, dumbass. We’re going on a road trip.”

Todoroki stood without complaint and walked behind Bakugou who grabbed his keys and pranced out the door to his nice car.

They drove out of the city and into a forest after passing some farmland. They drove down a long driveway and pulled up by a small cabin. Shoto and Bakugou walked up to the door and Bakugou knocked loudly.

“Coming!” Was heard from inside by a very familiar voice to the dueled haired man.

“Bakugou!-“ you were cut off by Shoto jumping into your arms, his head jammed between your shoulder and your head as you heard him cry.

And cry he did. This being the first time he cried since your “death”, he had a lot to get out.

You hugged him dearly and pointed into the house where Bakugou huffed and sauntered in, flipping down on the couch.

You gently lifted Shoto and carried him into your bedroom for some privacy. You were sure this was his first time crying in a while and didn’t want Bakugou to see it.

You rocked him back and forth on the bed as he sobbed and sobbed, hiccuped and sniffed, until he was finally asleep on your chest.

You gently laid him on the bed and crept out of the room to find Bakugou playing on his phone.

“Did something happen when I left?” You asked him as you sat beside him.

“Hell yeah a lot happened, the fuck kinda question is that? He started cutting. He bottled up all his emotions and came to me at four last night to finally talk about them.”

“He didn’t know I faked my death?” You asked surprised.

“No, dumbass. Someone forgot to tell him and now he’s in pain. He’s my friend, never tell him I said that, and I want him to get better, but he can’t if he thinks you’re dead.” He growled lowly. “Now go talk to him. He has something he wants to say.” He rolled his eyes as he watched you jump up and creep into the room again.

Shoto was sleeping soundly, his hair framing his face perfectly. You laid next to him and he cuddled into you immediately.

You fell asleep and woke to a text on your phone.

“I went home. If you want me to drive him back I can but your couch was fuckin uncomfortable.” —Bakugou

You smiled at the message and curled into Shoto.

“I love you.” He blurted suddenly, his sleepiness just wanting him to yell it out.

You looked up at him and kissed him, morning breath be darned, and he sunk into it.

“I love you too.”

[poor-baby-bangtan]

i was wondering if you could do something snz-centric with jungkook. like a cold or flu. hes just so adorable and im too much of a sucker of bts taking care of him in fics. (also im so happy youre back and well, you're one of my favourite bangtan sickfic writers here on tumblr ^^)

I hope you enjoy! 

Sickie: jeongguk 

Caretakers: Namjoon and Seokjin 

Words: 6,853

Themes: snz, fever, hurt/comfort 

"Ht'tschu!"

By the fifth time that Jeongguk had to tear himself away from the recording equipment to sneeze almost violently into his hands, Namjoon was ready to call it quits for the day. The pair had been finishing up some backing vocals for a nearly-completed song - it was only a bit of harmonization, nothing extreme or extravagant. Jeongguk had always been the best with harmonizing, especially in a higher pitch, so Namjoon figured that he would layer the maknae's hidden track over it first just to get a feel for the way it sounded.

But Jeongguk was barely able to get through any of his lines or simple melodies without having to turn around to sneeze or clear his throat. And now that Namjoon thought about it, his voice did sound a bit rough around the edges and maybe even a little congested if he listened closely enough to his dongsaeng's voice blasting through his headphones. And, above all, he couldn't get through a track that he would have aced any other day. It was nearing 1 AM and the maknae looked tired, stressed, and sick behind the mic.

"JK," he called through the slightly-opened door beyond the large built-in window between them (purely to keep unwanted sounds out of the recording). "You okay?"

Jeongguk sniffed and rubbed at his nose with a knuckle, ears reddening slightly at the sudden attention. Namjoon found it incredibly endearing that, despite living together for just shy of seven years, he still managed to get embarrassed over minor stuff like that.

"Yeah, I'm alright, hyung. I'm sorry, I know you wanted this finished quickly," he managed, staring at the open mic in front of him with obvious frustration and guilt, the tip of his bunny nose pink with mild irritation.

Namjoon stood and took off his bulky headphones, joining him in the adjacent room and placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, Gguk, it's not your fault." The maknae sniffled again but didn't say anything, looking so pitifully sad as his eyes wandered around the floor. "Are you wearing a new cologne or anything? New shampoo?" Namjoon knew how sensitive their youngest was to smells - his perfume of choice was actually faint and made for women and he wore it for the sole purpose of it not irritating his sinuses. Even a change in shampoo, conditioner, or hair spray had a tendency to trigger Jeongguk's rhinitis flare-ups.

Jeongguk shook his head. "No, everything's been the same, Joon-hyung. I don't know why it's like this."

The rapper chewed at his lip worriedly, running a hand through the younger man's soft hair. "You think you're getting sick, babe?" Namjoon chose to break out the pet names now - it helped break Jeongguk out of that shy, nervous, I'm-grown-up-so-I-can-handle-everything-myself shell he always tried to adopt.

"Hih-H'tshhuh! T'cHh!"

Jeongguk didn't have time to reply before he was pitching forward to sneeze twice into his elbow, leaning back with a little groan. Namjoon chuckled quietly and rubbed the maknae's back as he sniffled and scrubbed at his nose with his sleeve. "I think that might be a yes."

The maknae sighed, rubbing at his brow like he had a headache. "I don't want to be."

Namjoon just tutted and put his palm to the younger man's forehead, frowning when he felt the slightest bit of heat underneath his hand. He wasn't flushed and didn't feel too warm, but he always ran hot when he was coming down with something. "I don't think you have a choice in this one, Gguk-ah."

"But hyung," Jeongguk whined, looking up at him with his big doe eyes, "I can't get sick right now. We have so much stuff to do and I'm already making you stay late-"

"Hey, no," he shushed. "You're not holding back anything. We have work, sure, but it's not anything that we can't push back a few days for you. This is the lightest our schedule has been for a while, so don't stress about it, okay?" Namjoon smiled faintly, running his fingers once more through Jeongguk's fringe. "And you're not keeping me here doing anything. We could have been doing this next week or even not at all; this is optional just to test the sound, you know that."

Jeongguk nodded, sniffling again for good measure. "Yeah, okay," he mumbled, still disappointed and very much not convinced.

"Why don't we go ahead and head home? It's late," Namjoon yawned, stretching, all an act just to get the maknae to not protest leaving just like the rapper knew he would. He had always been the hardest one to take care of - most of the others eventually gave in and let themselves be coddled. But, nope, not Jeongguk. He would put up a fight until he was passed out or in the hospital, something that his hyungs tried relentlessly to keep from happening. No matter how much they drilled into his head that you need to talk to us, Gguk or you can tell us anything, Gguk, it seemed like the kid never listened. Despite the fact that he had recently turned twenty-one, he had absolutely zero skills in the self-care department.

Jeongguk nodded and Namjoon marked that as a big success on his part. "Okay." He patted his pockets a few times before sighing. "Let me find my keys first."

That's right. He drove us here this morning.

"No that's okay, Gguk. I'd rather call a cab." Namjoon wasn't sure if he really wanted his maknae driving while sick, and at midnight nonetheless. He was already a little reckless behind the wheel on the best of days and the last thing they needed was him having a cold (or worse yet, flu) on top of that. The leader silently cursed himself that he hadn't gotten around to getting his license yet (and tried not to be embarrassed that the youngest of his group had to drive him around despite the age gap).

"No, I'm fine, hyung. I can drive," Jeongguk protested, looking just a little too eager to prove himself and that he was indeed okay. "I can.. d-dr- hhitsHh!"

He was interrupted by another sneeze, though, pitching forward, bent at the waist from the strength of it. He slowly straightened upwards, hands still cupped around his face. Namjoon took the hint and passed him a tissue, which Jeongguk hesitantly took as if he were almost too prideful to take it. He usually was, and the rapper was thankful that it was late in the evening. A tired Jeongguk was an obedient Jeongguk.

"I know you can, Ggukkie, but I'd rather just call someone. It's late and we're both tired; I'd feel better if we had a cab or a manager come pick us up. Besides, we're here every day. We can pick up your car another day, yeah?"

Jeongguk wiped his nose with the tissue and threw it away, sighing. "Okay. Is Sejin-nim still here?"

"Let me text him. Go ahead and put your coat on."

The maknae nodded and went to retrieve his hoodie as Namjoon fumbled with his phone.

Joon: Hyung-nim, are you still in the building?

Cool manager hyung: yeah I'm about to leave. need a ride?

He smiled at how Sejin already knew what he needed before he had the chance to say anything about it.

Joon: yeah, me and Ggukie are finishing up in the studio.

Joon: do you mind dropping us off?

Manager hyung: of course, it's on the way anyways. but I thought Jeongguk drove you two here..?

Joon: yeahh but I think he's coming down with something. don't want him on the roads right now ~_~;

Manager hyung: aishhhh why am i not surprised 

Manager hyung: that kid always pushes himself too hard

Manager hyung: meet me outside in 10. i'll stop by the pharmacy tomorrow.

Joon: thank you Sejin-hyung :))

By the time Namjoon looked up from his phone, Jeongguk had pulled his hoodie on and was scrubbbing at his nose with one of the sleeves, sniffling weakly. The hoodie was a couple sizes too large and hung low around mid-thigh. He had balled up his hands inside of the sleeves, making rather adorable sweater paws with them. His nose was now red, morphing from the innocent pink tinge that it had held for most of the night, and his eyes looked a little far-off and watery. Namjoon tried his best not to make a sound of endearment and simply pocketed his phone, reaching out and squeezing his dongsaeng's shoulder.

"Sejin-nim is gonna pull up out front for us."

"'Kay," the maknae mumbled, looking exhausted despite himself. Hopefully it wouldn't be hard to get some medicine in him and put him to bed.

Sejin held true to his word; his car was already warm and running by the time the pair made it downstairs. Namjoon crawled into the backseat with Jeongguk instead of taking his usual place up front. Jeongguk didn't seem to mind, or even notice for that matter, as he put on his seatbelt and yawned into his hand. Namjoon caught Sejin's knowing smirk in the rear view mirror, though, and felt his face heat up.

He wasn't one of the most doting members but he still cared, alright?

Sejin started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "How's the song looking, boys?"

"It's going great, Sejin-nim," Namjoon smiled. "Jeongguk is really blowing it out of the water." He reached over and ruffled Jeongguk's hair lightly. Jeongguked smiled that cute smile he does, lips barely pulling back to preview his bunny teeth, eyes scrunching gently around the edges, and it was all Namjoon could do to not make a noise like a variation of a dying animal. That kid does something to his heart that should not be legal. The maknae pushed his hand away and he let him, reaching down to intertwine their fingers and rest them on his thigh instead.

Sejin chuckled deep and throaty, smiling in the rearview mirror. "Just as usual, huh?"

"Yep." Namjoon ran his thumb over Jeongguk's knuckles. "Golden maknae here always does his best."

Jeongguk ducked his head and smiled, teasing his lower lip with his teeth, ears going a bit red. He had never been able to take a compliment without getting embarrassed. "Thanks, hyung."

"Aish, don't thank me kid." Namjoon swore his heart was about to burst. His maknae really was just too sweet without knowing it.

Jeongguk was opening his mouth to say something back but stopped short, getting a far-off look in his eyes as his jaw hung slack. His nose twitched and scrunched several times with the effort not to sneeze; his breath hitched several times as his breathing quickened. He was not able to quell the feeling, though, and sneezed openly onto his lap before he could react.

"Hih.. hh-huh-H'itsxhu! Ht'scHh! Es'cHischh!"

He tore his hand from Namjoon's as he caught the second and third that came with it. They sounded increasingly intense and painful, and Namjoon winced in sympathy.

Sejin sucked in air through his teeth sharply as Jeongguk slowly brought his hands away from his face and sniffled in retaliation a few times. "You feeling okay, kid?" He pulled up at a red light and looked him over in the rear view mirror. "That sounded kind of bad."

Namjoon was glad that Sejin chose not to mention the fact that he had already told him Jeongguk wasn't feeling his best. Jeongguk would have been eternally embarrassed and probably would deny his hyung's help for a while. He had a strange trust system and Sejin seemed to know that.

Jeongguk snuffed once more against the increasing stuffiness in his sinuses before replying. "Yes, I'm okay Sejin-nim, thank you."

Namjoon withheld a sigh and put a hand on Jeongguk's thigh. Always so closed off and shy. Of course, he loved his maknae and wouldn't change his personality for anything. But sometimes he wished he would open up a little more and be a little more trusting to those around him. He had opened up to his band mates after a while, of course, but it was still hard for even them to get through to him at times. Jeongguk could be silly and goofy and just himself wherever he was, but when it came to showing any form of weakness it was like he retreated as far back into his shell as he could get. It was a constant inner struggle for him, realizing that he's still human and needs to treat himself as such. Even one (1) voice crack during a performance can drive him to tears. Weakness and mistakes are just not something that he tolerates with himself, as sad as it makes Namjoon. He's never really as concerned with Jeongguk's physical condition as much as he is with his psychological one when his health dips.

Sejin sighed quietly enough for Jeongguk to miss it and pulled up as the light turned green again. "If you're sure. Just let me know if that changes, okay, Jeongguk-ah?"

"Yes, hyung-nim." Namjoon could hear the gratefulness in the maknae's voice, even if he most likely would not accept the help.

"Aish, kid, always so formal," Sejin grumbled playfully. He had long stopped trying to get Jeongguk to drop the honorifics. They were fond and playful now more than anything.

Jeongguk made that happy noise in the back of his throat that he tended to do, sort of like a mix between a laugh and a endearing huff, and replied, "Of course, Sejin-ssi."

"Ack!" Sejin waved one of his hands in the air dismissively. "That's worse!"

Jeongguk chuckled, fully this time, with a grin that split his whole face and made his eyes squint. He seemed tired, but happy still - probably wasn't feeling too bad, then.

The trio fell into a comfortable silence for the rest of the trip. Namjoon could feel that they were all tired - reasonably so, it was past 1am - and if he was being honest he was ready to do nothing more than just crash in bed when he got home. But his maknae still needed to be taken care of, because he certainly wasn't going to take medicine on his own.

The pair said their goodbyes to Sejin after he pulled up outside of their apartment, with the older man giving Namjoon a knowing wink as a way to say good luck with that one. Namjoon just laughed and waved him off. He knew how to handle his maknae.

Jeongguk stumbled inside, already half-asleep from the car ride, and made his way into the bathroom. Namjoon veered towards the kitchen where their medicine cabinet was and dug around for a few minutes looking for some sort of cold medicine or anti-congestant. He came up with a half-empty blister packet of a nighttime cold medicine which was about the best he could have hoped to find. With the winter, colds had been going around the members quite often and it was around that time of the year that they were constantly running low on medicines. That, and it would help Jeongguk sleep more soundly - even though he usually slept a lot (like, a lot) when he was sick, it was never very deeply and it left him still feeling exhausted, even after he was healthy again.

Namjoon popped a few blue gel-capped pills into his hand and filled up a glass of ice water as he heard the shower come on, sighing when he realized he also still needed to shower. But then he had a thought... why wait? He'd rather keep an eye on his dongsaeng anyways.

Setting the pills and glass on the counter, Namjoon made his way other to the bathroom and poked his head in. "Mind if I join you, Ggukkie?" he called.

"Sure, hyung," came Jeongguk's reply, rough around the edges and tired. Even though he had been living with roommates for many years, he still erred to the shy side, especially when it came to being undressed around others. But, if he was tired enough or felt bad enough, he tended to care less about exposure and more about having company and skinship.

At his response, Namjoon stepped into the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind him, quickly stripping down and pulling back the shower curtain to step under the warm stream of water. Jeongguk stepped over to make room for him (thankfully they finally had enough money for an apartment with several large bathrooms with large tubs and showers, so both of them comfortably fit). The water was a tad too hot, probably because the younger was feeling chilled from being out in the cold, even if they were just walking from the car to their door. Or that's what Namjoon hoped - he was praying the kid wasn't cold because a fever was coming on. He did his best to ignore it, though.

Jeongguk was just beginning to shampoo his hair, eyes droopy and tired. He sniffled once, and then twice - the steam was probably helping with his congestion. Namjoon struggled against a fond little smile and reached over to shampoo his dongsaeng's hair himself. Jeongguk didn't even argue and dropped his hands immediately to his sides. His eyes fluttered closed as his hyung worked the product into his hair, swaying with the motion. He sighed a long, drawn-out breath and leaned into Namjoon's touch, mouth just barely hanging open like a puppy's when receiving a good scratch.

"You're not allowed to ever stop that, hyung," he mumbled, words thick with exhaustion and groggy, eyes still closed. Namjoon laughed again and massaged the base of his scalp.

"We'll see about that, kiddo." He worked the suds through Jeongguk's long hair (wow, it had really gotten lengthy, hadn't it?) and took a second to admire the youngest's features. Even when he was feeling under the weather, his face was still radiant and beautiful. His skin was perfectly blemished, a healthy tan (how could anyone ever want to whitewash him?), and the resting-exhaustion-pout glued to his expression made him look younger and more adorable than ever. As Namjoon guided his head underneath the stream of water, he took a second to appreciate how lucky he was to have Jeongguk as his dongsaeng.

Jeongguk preened under the warm water, melting under it as it met his skin. He looked half-asleep. Namjoon fondly tapped his cheek, to which he opened his eyes; the older man smirked. He was just about to say something teasing when Jeongguk's face screwed up and he hitched, pitching forward catching it in his elbow.

"Hh- hh'itschiew!"

He sniffled a few times as he straightened up, keeping his elbow to his face as he coughed a couple times into it. Namjoon felt his chest tighten and eyebrows pinch together.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay Ggukkie?" He ran his hands through the younger's hair once more, scratching at the base of his neck. Jeongguk just nodded and coughed one more time before dropping his arm, pushing even further into his hyung's touch. But he didn't say anything or respond verbally at all. He was probably feeling too tired to even try and debate about his health. Namjoon just sighed and reached for his own shampoo, quickly lathering up his silver-blonde hair. "I have some medicine laid out for you. Let's just finish up so you can take it and we can get you to bed, hmm?"

Jeongguk only nodded sleepily once more, fumbling for the conditioner. Namjoon once again took over washing his dongsaeng's hair as soon as he had finished with his own; Jeongguk was seriously lagging behind as he struggled to stay awake underneath the stream of hot water. After rinsing out the remaining conditioner from the younger's hair, Namjoon passed over the body wash, turning the maknae around so he could wash his back. Soon enough, though, they were both toweling off and clumsily dressing in sleepwear. Jeongguk groaned when Namjoon pulled out the hairdryer.

"Hyung, can we please just skip that? I want to sleep," he whined, lip protruding in a cute little pout in an attempt to win his hyung over.

"Nope, no way. You're already getting sick and the last thing we need is it getting worse because you went to bed with cold, wet hair. Turn around and sit on the counter if you want."

Jeongguk huffed, annoyed, but did as he was told anyways. Namjoon pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead before brushing through the younger's hair and turning on the blow-dryer. Now the maknae was actually falling asleep, head lolling down several times before he woke himself up and jerked himself back upright. Namjoon bit back a smile as he continued to blow dry his hair, overwhelmed by fondness. By the time his hair was dry, Jeongguk was passed out, mouth hanging open and cheek pressed against his shoulder. At the sound of the dryer turning off Jeongguk stirred, blearily opening his eyes and blinking several times to focus them.

"'M done?"

"Yeah, kiddo. Hop down and we'll go take your medicine."

Jeongguk fixed him with a groggy glare. "You didn't dry your hair."

Namjoon chuckled and winked. "I'm too tired, I guess."

The younger slid off the countertop and headbutted his hyung in the chest; evidently he was too tired to pick his head up, so he let it rest on Namjoon's sternum as he weakly hit him with a closed fist. "You're the worst, Namjoon-hyung," he mumbled, no real heat behind the words.

He just chuckled in response and wrapped an arm around his dongsaeng's shoulders, leading him out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. "Oh yes, I'm just terrible for looking after my maknae," Namjoon said as he passed Jeongguk the pills from where they were on the counter, holding up the glass to the younger's lips. Jeongguk mumbled faux-angrily under his breath as he tossed the pills into his mouth and let Namjoon give him a drink of water to wash them down. Namjoon took the glass with him as the guided the younger down the hallway and into their shared room, setting it down onto the nightstand.

Jeongguk belly-flopped onto Namjoon's bed with a big sigh, stretched out parallel to the headrest. He grumbled incoherently into the duvet and stilled completely. Namjoon huffed a laugh and slapped him lightly on the back of the thigh.

"Come on, Gguk-ah, move over so we can both fit. That's right, get under the covers." Jeongguk sighed and grumbled again at his words, lazily re-correcting himself to lay properly on the bed. Namjoon lifted up the covers for him and the maknae crawled obediently between the sheets, settling in on his side with his feet curled up in a half-fetal position. The older man climbed in after him on the opposite side of the bed, turning off the bedside lamp and pulling up the duvet over the both of them. He reached over and adjusted the covers to below Jeongguk's chin, effectively tucking him in. As he got settled in himself, Jeongguk squirmed his way to Namjoon's chest, cold nose feeling over his collar bone. The rapper intertwined a leg with the younger's, wincing at his freezing toes, and slung an arm around his slim waist. For a few seconds, it was just the quiet sound of the AC and the feeling of the maknae's chest rising and falling against his own, warm breaths puffing against his neck. Jeongguk's long locks tickled against his cheek.

"Th'nk you, hyung," Jeongguk slurred against his collarbone, sounding sleepy and content but more congested than he had previously. Namjoon just gave a low rumble and pressed a hand to his maknae's forehead. A little warm, but that was probably just from the combined heat of the shower and hairdryer.

"Of course, you don't have to thank me, Gguk." He pressed a kiss into the younger's hair. "How're you feeling, jaigya?" Namjoon's brow contorted in concern as Jeongguk shivered a little in his arms and sniffled against his t-shirt.

Jeongguk just gripped his shirt a little tighter and nosed further into the crook of his hyung's neck and mumbled, "Shh, hyung, sleepy t'me, shhh..." His breaths became a little deeper as he fell further into the grasp of sleep, the small rushes of air sending goosebumps over Namjoon's olive skin. "No m're talkin'," he murmured, sounding as if he were barely hanging onto the last dregs of consciousness.

Namjoon pressed a kiss to his forehead before relaxing back into his pillow, fingers drawing invisible pictures onto the younger's back. "M'kay, babe." Namjoon figured he had been awake long enough - it was nearing 3am and he was feeling sick, there was no point in keeping him up any later than he needed to be. He could always check up on him in the morning. Plus, Namjoon thought he had done a pretty good job of taking care of his maknae thus far - a little questioning could wait. "Goodnight, aeghi. Saranghae."

Namjoon was only barely able to hear the whispered reply of "Joon-hyung, saranghae," before the youngest promptly fell asleep in his arms.

xxx

As expected, Jeongguk was restless during the night. He never really woke up but tossed and turned all the same, occasionally making sleepy noises and sighs against his hyung's neck. He never slept particularly well when he was unwell, which was something Namjoon knew was going to happen. That being said, the older man didn't get much sleep either. He was hyper-vigilant and woke up every time his maknae so much as stirred. Namjoon was exhausted, seeing as he had several late nights in a row, but somehow he didn't seem to mind this time. As the night went on, though, Jeongguk seemed to still, back pressed up against his hyung's chest. Namjoon woke up a few hours later to light streaming through the window and Seokjin knocking at the door to wake them up up. The rapper stirred and stretched, inhaling sharply. It felt like he had hardly slept, but it was already 8am.

Jeongguk still lay quiet as the little spoon, curled up into Namjoon's stomach. His body was radiating heat and he was breathing laboriously through his mouth. Namjoon swore and peeled back the covers, pressing a hand to the younger's forehead; he found it to be hot to the touch. His tan skin shone with sweat and his face was particularly pale aside from the flush of his cheeks. Along with that, he was shivering a little in his sleep, brows contorted into a painful grimace. Namjoon dropped his hand and sighed; he knew this was going to happen.

The older man tucked his maknae back into the covers before getting up himself, sighing once more. He made sure Jeongguk was still asleep as he left the room. Seokjin was in the kitchen brewing coffee from the Kurig, watching with tired eyes as the bitter liquid slowly filled his cup. Namjoon approached him from behind and wrapped his hands around the older man's slim waist, burying his face in a broad shoulder and pressing down hard with his forehead.

Seokjin chuckled and patted his arm. "What's this, Namjoon-ah?"

"Jeonggukie's sick," he grumbled into the fabric of the singer's sleep shirt, getting a whiff of his fabric softener in the process. Seokjin always smelled so nice. The younger man could feel the other craning his head to look at him so Namjoon picked his head up and rested his chin on his shoulder instead, meeting Seokjin's gaze. "It came on last night," Namjoon sighed. "He was restless all night and when I woke up he was running a fever."

Seokjin maneuvered out of his arms, turning around to face his dongsaeng and tracing the pads of his thumbs over Namjoon's eye-bags with a concerned crease in his brow. "Are you sure you didn't get it, too? You look awful, jaigya. You're pale."

"No, hyung, I feel fine. Maknae-ah just kept me up with all his tossing and turning."

Seokjin got a smug look on his face, smirking.

"What?" Namjoon deadpanned. He was too tired for this.

"Well," Seokjin drawled. "You're usually such a heavy sleeper. Worried about our youngest, are you?"

Namjoon felt his ears go hot with embarrassment. What's the deal with people, first Sejin, now Seokjin was teasing him? Unbelievable. "With all due respect hyung, shut up. Just because I don't show it as much as you do I actually do care about my maknae," Namjoon spat, pushing away against his hyung's chest and trying to walk past him, annoyed. Seokjin's squeaky laughter followed him and he was stopped by the older man catching his wrist.

"I'm just kidding Joonie, don't get so defensive," he giggled, drawing the younger back into a hug.

Namjoon sighed and buried his face again in Seokjin's shoulder. "Maybe don't tease me then," he grumbled, but the heat was gone.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Seokjin stroked his back and laughed one more time. "Have you checked his temperature yet?"

"Not yet. He's still sleeping."

Seokjin hummed, planting a kiss in Namjoon's bed head before pulling away.

"I'll go get the thermometer. Will you wake him up for me?"

"Sure, hyung." Namjoon started down the hallway, slowly creaking the door open and slipping into his and Jeongguk's shared bedroom. The maknae was exactly where he had left him, turned away from the door curled up on his side. Even though he was about to wake the younger man up anyways, the rapper tiptoed around the bed and kneeled next to his pillow as quietly as he could. Jeongguk's face was still scrunched up and tense with pain, a flush high on his cheeks. His hair and shirt were saturated with sweat. Namjoon reached up with his hand and smoothed over the distressed wrinkles on his forehead; his face relaxed after a few seconds, melting into a neutral expression. His face was hot to the touch and Namjoon's fingers came away damp.

"Jeonggukie," Namjoon murmured, reaching over to grasp his maknae's shoulder gently. "Aghi. It's time to wake up, jaigya." The younger stirred, eyebrows immediately scrunching up again as he fought against waking consciousness and the pain he obviously felt. Namjoon shushed him gently, cupping the side of his face with a large hand and rubbing his thumb over his temple. "I know, babe, wake up for just a few minutes."

Jeongguk blearily opened his eyes and immediately winced, making a pitiful noise of pain from the back of his throat and curling up into a tighter ball. He squeezed his eyes closed and buried his face in his pillow.

"Aigoo, I know, I know it hurts Ggukkie." Namjoon moved from stoking his forehead to running his fingers through his damp hair, something he knew Jeongguk had a soft spot for. "Seokjinnie-hyung is bringing you a thermometer and then we'll get back to sleep, okay?"

Jeongguk whined weakly, voice gravelly from a combination of sleep and sickness, looking up from his pillow to gaze at his hyung pitifully. His eyes were red and glassy and tired, framed by the high spots of fever-induced color on his cheeks. Jeongguk's face screwed up, and for a horrifying second Namjoon was sure he was about to start crying. He pitched forward with a sneeze instead, following it up with a few rattling coughs. Whimpering, he reached up to hold his head in his hands as though the movement had aggravated a headache. The older man frowned and leaned over to press a kiss to his forehead before settling himself on the edge of the bed, running his hand over his dongsaeng's back in soothing strokes.

"How're you feeling, babe?"

Jeongguk just grunted and gently placed his forearm over his eyes to block out the light from the window. "Bad," he mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

"Tell hyung what's hurting," Namjoon prompted, smoothing out the wrinkles of his maknae's shirt over his side.

Jeongguk didn't move his arm as he answered. "My head n' my body are aching. It's cold."

"I know, aghi. Anything else? Is your throat bothering you?"

The singer just slowly shook his head before once again going still, arching his back against Namjoon's touch. He could feel the younger's fever through his shirt. He was satisfied that the younger's throat wasn't hurting him, though; a hoarse voice was an idol's worst nightmare.

Jeongguk reached back with his free hand and pulled his shirt up to expose his back, reaching for Namjoon's hand to press it into his skin. "Push harder, hyung. Please," he murmured, pushing with more force against Namjoon's hand, digging it into his ribs.

Namjoon took the hint and began to massage his back with the heel of his palm; Jeongguk shivered under his touch, goosebumps breaking out over his skin. He was probably cold and skin most likely sensitive, but wanted skin-on-skin contact anyways. His skin was moist and sticky from perspiration, but Namjoon bore the discomfort and carried on.

"Does that help with the pain Jeonggukkie?"

The maknae nodded underneath his forearm, releasing Namjoon's wrist and draping his arm back around his waist. "It feels good, hyung."

Namjoon adjusted his position on the bed for a better reach, kneading the palms of his hands into Jeongguk's feverish skin, moving from his shoulders down to his calves. Jeongguk mewled under the touch, arching his back and wincing but not pushing his hyung away. He always got awful aches when he was feverish and Namjoon seemed to know just how to get rid of them. The maknae tried to keep as still as possible, pressing his forearm against his eyes hard to try and reduce the pain.

A soft knock resounded on the door before Seokjin poked his head in, frowning softly when his eyes drifted to their youngest member. Jeongguk was shivering and trying his hardest not to let small noises of pain slip through his gritted teeth as Namjoon worked against his tight, painful muscles. The skin of his face was flushed and damp with perspiration - even from across the dim room the mat-hyung could see the rivulets of sweat trailing down his neck. Namjoon turned around, hands still kneading against Jeongguk's thighs, and met Seokjin's eyes with the same concerned look.

Seokjin looked back to the maknae and closed the door behind him, walking around and dumping his handful of medical supplies on the bedside table, keeping only the thermometer.

"Oh, honey," he murmured. "You must be feeling awful. I'm sorry, jaigya." Seokjin passed his fingers through Jeongguk's damp, sleep-tousled hair.

Jeongguk peeped out from under his arm and met Seokjin's gaze. "Good morning, hyung." His voice was strained and congested and the older man winced at the sound of it. He pursed his lips and planted a kiss on the maknae's forehead.

"My Jeonggukie, always so polite. Good morning to you too, baby. Let's get you some medicine and some food so you can get back to sleep okay?"

"Okay," Jeongguk mumbled, struggling to push himself up to sit against the headboard. Namjoon immediately moved to help him up, hoisting him up by the armpits until he was comfortably upright. The younger man winced as soon as he was sitting up, grinding his palm against his eye to try and ease the headache. He obediently opened his lips for the thermometer, holding it underneath his tongue until it beeped. 101.9.

"He wasn't very bad last night at all, hyung, I was surprised when I woke up this morning," Namjoon fretted, chewing his lip.

"You and me both, Joonie. We'll fix him right up though, aghi, don't worry too much," Seokjin said, putting the thermometer down on the bedside table and unscrewing the lid to the fever reducers, shaking a few out onto his palm.

Namjoon was about to respond when Jeongguk's face screwed up again for the second time that morning. His eyes got a far-off look as they glazed over, breath hitching. His already-pink nose twitched and nostrils flared, trembling. He brought his hands up where they paused, hovering just a few inches away from his face.

"Hih..."

Jeongguk squeezed his watering eyes shut, letting out an involuntary whimper as the sneeze refused to leave his body. The singer's mouth hung open just slightly as his breathing hitched again, once, twice, three times, nostrils flared and nose twitching.

"Hih... Hh... Hih.h..! Hihtshu! Hi'tshh!" His body lurched forward as he caught the sneezes in his cupped hands. Seokjin quietly blessed him and rubbed his back. Jeongguk let out a little groan as he leaned back slowly, dropping his hands and scrunching his face up in pain. The sneezing hadn't done much to help his headache.

"Oh, baby, I know," Seokjin cooed, running his thumbs over the distressed lines in the younger's face. Namjoon hopped up from the bed and drew the blinds, engulfing the room in a pleasant darkness. Jeongguk visibly relaxed at the abscence of light, sighing and melting back into the headboard. "Here, Ggukkie, take these and drink half the glass." The older singer pressed the pills into the maknae's hand and held the glass of water he had brought along near his lips. Obediently, Jeongguk popped the pills into his mouth and drank from the cool glass of water as Seokjin put it to his lips. Surprisingly, the younger drained the whole thing - both of his hyungs were pleasantly surprised.

"Good job, babe," Namjoon praised, kissing him on the cheek and patting him gently on the head. Jeongguk made a satisfied noise low in his throat, eyes already closed and lolling down to his shoulder.

"That's my maknae," Seokjin smiled, patting the younger on the shoulder before turning to Namjoon. "I'll finish making his breakfast and leave it in the microwave. I think it's fine if you let him sleep for another few hours. Watch over him, okay?"

Namjoon fixed his eyes on the younger who was blissfully dozing by that point, head lolling down to his chest. "I will hyung."

Seokjin kissed the maknae on the top of his head before leaving the room, going to wake the rest of the members and get them to get ready as quietly as they could (if they could at all, that lively bunch...).

"C'mere, Jeonggukkie," Namjoon muttered, going around to his side of the bed and crawling under the covers, holding his arms out for the younger to crawl into. Jeongguk didn't miss a beat, drowsily slouching down and scooting over until he was wrapped up in the older's arms. He nosed forward until his warm forehead was pressed square against his hyung's cheek. Jeongguk intertwined a leg with the older man's, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close as he shivered; he must have been freezing cold. Tucking the blanket securely underneath his dongsaeng's chin, Namjoon pulled him as close as he was able. The younger's breathing was already slow and even, already asleep. Namjoon laughed silently and pressed a kiss to his forehead, letting his eyes drift shut as well.

“Saranghae.” 

There were definitely worse ways to spend the day, he thought.

[getitinbusan]

I've Got A Coupon (18+) 

Part 6 

Taehyung: Visit to the Toy Store 

 Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1340

Valentine’s Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl…

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

lap dance

Voyeur, look but don’t touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

Series Masterlist

4:20 pm.

Tae: I swear if you're a minute late I'm going to be so mad. 

Y/N: Listen bitch, I'm ahead of schedule and outside your door. Why aren't you answering? 

Tae: I'm already IN the car, motors running, LETS GO!!

"Impatient much?"  he was already pulling away before you'd had a chance to do up your seatbelt.

"Y/N I don't think you know how excited I am"

"Ah, I think I do. You sent me like 10 messages yesterday." 

"I needed a plan! We have such a limited time to try so many things." 

Walking into the store he was like a kid in a candy shop. "So what are we after Tae? Are we looking for you or for me?" 

"I think we should just buy a bunch of stuff and see what we like best." 

He held up a large rabbit vibrator and smiled, "You should get this for when you miss me." 

You linked your arm through his and whispered, "I already have one. It's nice and all but you're bigger." 

His bashful boxy smile took over his face with pride. "So if the cock parts covered what about your clit? I read some good reviews about suckers?" He grabbed a pretty rose gold one from the shelf.

"I've never used one but I'm down for it." He threw it in the basket. 

"What about you? There's  Stokers...prostate massagers...a cock cage?" 

"Yes. Put them in the cart." 

"It's a good thing you're rich."

His face suddenly lit up. "What do you think about those?" he pointed. 

Following his finger you looked towards the bondage section. "For real?" 

He pulled down a pretty little black whip and tapped it into his palm, "Yes?" he cocked a brow mischievously. 

"Then hell yes."

Going your separate ways you each went around picking things for the other.

You stood at the lube table when you felt him behind you. His fingers made their way under your skirt pushing your panties aside.

"From the feel of things down here you wont need any of that. Hold still." 

You felt a push at your opening, he was sliding something inside you. "Tae, you can't just," it began to vibrate. 

"I can't just what? Because I think I can, and just did."

It stopped. Turning to look at him he held up a little remote so you could see it. "Sorry, I'm on a time limit and there's pleasure to be had." 

Finally making your way to the checkout the cashier eyed you both up and down. "Looks like a fun party." 

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Just a typical Sunday afternoon." 

Almost at the end, bags full, he threw the last empty box on the counter. 

"Oh, sorry sir this box is empty."

He glanced at you and winked. "Sometimes she just can't wait, it's embarrassing honestly." 

You looked at the cashier and shrugged, "He just doesn't understand how horribly inadequate he is."  

Grabbing his credit card she rolled her eyes. 

Laughing all the way to the car you were enjoying how relaxed Taehyung was. "You know, despite being a cocky shit you're pretty cute."

“Don’t forget sexy.” The vibrator came to life inside you, and agian at every red light on the way home. "I want you all worked up for me by the time we get back. Consider this foreplay." 

When you got back to his room you'd managed to clock in at 52 minutes. "We've got an hour and a half."

You tore your clothes off and dumped the bags all over the bed. "What do you want me to use?" 

He picked up the sucker, "This one. I've seen videos of girls squirting really hard with them. What do you want to use on me?" 

"I want that Prostate massager in your ass when you fuck me." 

"Excellent choice! Close your eyes and pick a lube." 

You ran a stream of lube up the massager. "Spread em" 

He bent over so you could insert the toy. His lack of questions and resistance clued you in to the fact that he was no stranger to ass play. "How's that, does it feel good?" 

His cock was twitching, answering yes, and it was too irresistible to keep your mouth off for another second.

Gripping his enormous length you wrapped your lips around him. He was so hard, an hour's worth of excitement built up like a pressure cooker ready to blow. He moaned, "So good." 

"You'd better not cum yet." 

"I don't know how long I can hold out. You'd better give me that pussy." 

On your hands and knees you backed yourself towards him. He slowly pulled out the vibrating egg and tossed it beside the bed. Lubing up the rim of the Satisfier he passed it to you. "Put it on your clit for me."

Pressing the button it came to life, little pulses of vibration surrounding your bud. "Oh fuck," you cried out. 

"Baby your pussy is already clenching you should see it. This is so hot." He lined himself up and slowly pushed into you with a moan. 

The sucker was too powerful, you kept taking it away when you got to close, edging yourself with it over and over. 

"Don't you want to cum?"

"No, I want more." 

"I was hoping you'd say that." 

He reached around your neck and buckled the leather collar. "Is that okay? It's not too tight?"

He hooked the leash on, "God you look so pretty like this. Can I take some pictures?" 

You could see the flash from the camera going off. He'd pause fucking you to take shots when his dick was stuffing you just right. Wrapping the leash around his hand he tugged gently pulling your head back instructing you to look at the lens. "I want your little pussy to squirt for me, can you do that?"  I want pictures of it so I can masturbate with that stroker later." 

Grabbing the tiny riding crop he flicked it across your ass cheek. Just a sting, enough to heighten all the other sensations. "Do you think you can take a plug?" 

All you could muster was a small "please." You hadn't reached your climax but the pleasure and stimulation were overwhelming your senses. 

His finger ran around the ring of muscle, "Medium I think." The cold metal made you recoil. His large hand grabbed your hip, fingers digging in holding you firm as he pushed it slowly into you. "

You're such a good little girl, taking it all." 

He was having fun caressing your ass cheek and praising you then whipping you with the crop all while dragging his excruciatingly large cock in and out. 

"I'm so close."

He yanked the leash. "I need you to put the sucker back on your clit. Behave for me, put it on high and don't take it off until this bed is soaked." 

You did as you were told. Whimpers lingered in the air as the Satisfier sucked the orgasm from your clit. Taehyung cried out as you clenched around him milking him for his load. Unable to hold it in any longer you signaled him with constant cries of "yes, yes," that he should have his camera ready. As the flashes went off a steady spray of liquid covered his bed. 

You both collapsed in a fit of giggles. "Wow." 

"Yeah." you struggled to catch your breath. 

"Come over here, the beds not wet on this part." Holding you against him for a few minutes you almost fell asleep. 

Jarred back to reality the alarm on your phone went off. "That sucks," he frowned. "I can't believe we didn't even get to use half the toys we bought." 

You pulled your clothes back on. "After what we just did, I'm pretty sure I'll be back." You gave him a big kiss and smiled, "Really soon." 

Part 7: Jungkook - Dirty Movie

[norarigby]

Suprises

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Word count: ~1k

A/n: I’m a sucker for Argentina/timeskip Oikawa and I feel like there’s not enough of him. So this is my humble contribution. Enjoy!

A/n (part 2): This was originally like half the length. But then the editing process happened and it somehow doubled. I don’t know either.

It was a really long day. Nothing in particular had made it that way. Everything was just moving at a snail’s pace. The morning commute dragged on. Work and it’s many meetings dragged on. Even lunch, the oasis of peace and tranquillity that was supposed to give you enough to carry on, was near torturous. You were one more useless memo away from completely losing it. The only thing keeping you sane was the thought of crashing as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You unlocked your apartment door and as soon as you opened the door, you noticed the light was on. Completely on edge, you quietly took off your shoes and coat. Phone in hand, ready to call the police, you cautiously walked into the living space and saw your boyfriend, Oikawa, sprawled out on your couch, scrolling on his phone. You immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then it clicked.

Tooru.

Your Tooru.

Was here.

Actually here.

After 6 months of riding the rollercoaster of long distance, he was here. You two had gone back and forth for at least a month planning a visit. But neither of you had decided who was going whom and the trip wasn’t supposed to happen for another month. But here he was on a random Thursday in September. No heads up, no texts, no calls. This impromptu visit was definitely a surprise—a good surprise.

But as much as you wanted to run and hug him, your body still hadn’t recovered from fight or flight mode and was rooted to the ground. Luckily, Oikawa glanced up from his phone and his face melted into the the warmest smile you’d even seen from him—you took a mental picture, trying to capture that moment for the rest of your life. He jumped up to run and capture you in a hug. Oikawa clung onto you like you would disappear if he let go.

Not that you were complaining. You had missed his hugs and, weirdly, the way he smelled. His hugs were always warm and welcoming, like they would fix all of your problems and wash away the stress of the day. Your nose filled with his cologne. He smelled like home and you’d definitely missed it. (In fact, you had missed it so much, you bought a bottle of it a couple months ago to spray onto your pillow when missing him became too much. But that was a fact you would carry to your grave as if Oikawa found out, he would never let you live it down.)

Eventually he let up enough for you to let you finally look him in the eyes—although he still held his arms firmly around your waist. As you gazed into his eyes, you noticed that tears had begun to fill them. Your hand softly cupped his cheek, prompting a small hum to escape his lips. He brought up a hand to meet your own and leaned into it. As the tears rushed down his cheeks, you did your best to wipe them away with your thumb.

His closed eyes gave you an opportunity to finally look at him. He was your Tooru—that would never change—but, he was different. His skin and hair had been kissed by the sun. He’d gotten a little taller, stronger, sturdier. Even the soft smile that lingered on his face revealed early crinkles that told you he’d been smiling a lot more. So much had changed. But you knew this would happened when he told you his plan eight months ago.

Yes, this change was good. He felt different, but not in a way that worried you. He was becoming more like himself. And it was a beautiful thing to watch.

You rubbed your thumb gently across his cheek, “Tooru, what are you doing here? How will Argentina survive without your presence gracing its streets?”

His eyes fluttered open, “Argentina can survive long enough for me to visit my girlfriend for the weekend.”

“Well, be sure to thank Argentina for its generous sacrifice,” You pulled his head down to touch his forehead to yours, “I am glad to see you. I’ve missed you.”

Oikawa lightly held your wrists as they cupped his face, “I’ve missed you too.”

You closed your eyes and hummed in acknowledgment. As you calmed down from the excitement, tiredness washed over you again and you yawned. “Tired of seeing me already?” You could hear his playful smile he always had when he was teasing you.

“I had a long day and I’m exhausted. Sorry.”

Oikawa pulled back, compassion and concern written across his face, “Hey, no sorrys. I’m tired too. Why don’t we go to bed and we can talk more tomorrow, ‘kay?”

You nodded in agreement. He kissed you forehead and lead you to your room. As soon as you changed and got ready, you climbed into bed and he pulled you onto his chest. He lightly drew his fingers over your head and back while humming softly.

You had a slight pang in your stomach from guilt. Oikawa definitely would’ve wanted to stay up and be with each other as much as possible. But, dutiful as ever, he put your needs before his own, swallowing whatever disappointment lingered in him. Besides, even having him here, physically, with you was enough for now—and he definitely felt that too.

Too many thoughts swirled in your head, preventing you from sleeping. So instead, you focused on Oikawa’s steady breathing and soothing warmth. Soon, you could feel yourself drifting off. But just before you fell asleep, you mumbled, “I love you.”

You didn’t expect any sort of response, but Oikawa pulled you closer and whispered back, “I love you too.”

(Posted December 18, 2020, 11:19PM MST)

[captainseaweedbrains]

The Hunger Games: Ch. 5

I am finally getting around to writing up thoughts. Life am I right? So I’m not only behind, but starting a bit later on my chapter thoughts. 

Here are my rambling thoughts and emotions on chapter 5: 

"Good news, though. This is the last one. Ready?" I get a grip on the edges of the table I'm seated on and nod. The final swathe of my leg hair is uprooted in a painful jerk.// Girl, I feel you. We’ve all been there. #Noshaveforever

This has included scrubbing down my body with a gritty loam that has removed not only dirt but at least three layers of skin// It’s called exfoliating, Katniss, and I promise, it is good for your skin. If they can do one thing for you, it is this. 

Okay. Like Katniss, I have a soft spot for her prep team. I can’t help it. They feel like they mean well and I’m a sucker for it. Even if they are prepping her for death.  💀

He gives his orange corkscrew locks a shake and applies a fresh coat of purple lipstick to his mouth.// I wonder if SC thought of the most gaudiest looks and just rolled with it. Probably. But some of these outfit choices just seem so out there that I have such a hard time picturing it. Am I alone on this? My fashion sense is that of a bygone era. So maybe that’s why. What is high fashion? Not me. That’s what.

Octavia, a plump woman whose entire body has been dyed a pale shade of pea green // Why would you want to look like a Sim? Why is that in style here? 

"Excellent! You almost look like a human being now!" says Flavius, and they all laugh.

I force my lips up into a smile to show how grateful I am. "Thank you," I say sweetly. "We don't have much cause to look nice in District Twelve."

This wins them over completely. // Katniss!! I love you. Never change. I do love how other worldly each party sees the other. Maybe it’s a comment on colonialism in that sense shut up Terri Your English degree is showing BUT how Katniss views them as strange birds rightly so because one legit probably looks like a Sim and them viewing her as NOT HUMAN even though she definitely looks the more normal in the room and I stand by that Where was I going with this? It just feels a bit Two Worlds colliding. Okay. Moving on. 

Just how filthy was Katniss? Like she definitely bathed before coming. Twice in one day. So what is their standard here? I don’t want it because it’s probably too much effort. #lazy

It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots.// My thoughts exactly. 

I cannot stress how much I love how blunt SC makes Katniss’ thoughts. It feels so human to me and I don’t always see that in writing. It’s nice. 

Am I alone on wondering if Cinna has that eyeliner tattooed on? I don’t know why that’s always my first thought with the second being “ouch.” 

I do love how Katniss is always thrown when her pre-perceptions of the Capitol are challenged by *the few* people like Cinna. 

I saw someone point out how Katniss remembers a lot of details like the stylists and past years winners and their strategies and I’m wondering if it’s more like how I know stuff on like the Kardashians that I don’t really want to know or care about knowing. Just facts living in her head rent free. But she remembers a lot of details on the Games.

He presses a button on the side of the table. The top splits and from below rises a second tabletop that holds our lunch.// The future 1950s ads promised and Disney Channel’s Smart House made those in my generation fear. That or a super fancy automat. 

Unpopular opinion, but I absolutely hate when Katniss goes on about the food and how to make dishes. I think it’s so boring to read. Even one sentence about what everyone is eating dulls me. 

What must it be like, I wonder, to live in a world where food appears at the press of a button?//Okay, I know we kind of already have this luxury to an extent, but I too want to press a button and my food is magically there, in my home, already made. #queenlazy

My heart saddens when Katniss wonders what people do in their free time. She is a CHILD. *cries*

Okay. So I know Katniss has boasted about concealing her thoughts, but is she REALLY good at it? She gets called out a lot by practical strangers. I will cling to my headcanon that she is truly an open book and just believes she’s sneaky like that and Peeta pretends she’s succeeding at later in life. Is this canon? Maybe? Don’t @ me

SC’s commentary of sexualizing young teens and kiddos is amazing and yes, please keep coming at us like this, Suzanne. 

Also those poor, naked children. Not only were they going to their deaths, but they literally were paraded around on national television buck naked. 

I'll be naked for sure, I think...Naked and covered in black dust, I think.//An example of why I just love her narration. I crack up every time at the clear doom in her “voice”

He sees my expression and grins.//A true madman because I can only assume her face is that of horror.

I am still mad at the scaly-looking outfits the movie gave us and how they made her hair look

It crosses my mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanor masks a complete madman.//He is a madman. We accept it and move on from here

*Peeta enters* *Cue my glee* 

*He is my favorite and that favoritism will show*

*Listen I am here for the messages on war and our consumer culture SC is providing*

*But I will not hide why I’m really here rereading these books*

*WEEPS* SHE IS RELIEVED TO SEE PEETA 

"What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?"

"I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.//Don’t touch me. The teamwork they already share. 

Haha I just imagine Peeta has that big smile on his face all “Haha I want to die right now”

THEY’RE LAUGHING. Precious beans. 

I guess we're both so nervous about the Games and more pressingly, petrified of being turned into human torches, we're not acting sensibly.// That or you both are talking to your crushes and are feeling giddy about it. Don’t deny it Katniss. We see you

Lmao Katniss’ enthusiasm for D1 cracks me up

Cinna over here just lighting people on fire and relieved it worked properly. This man, I swear

She calls him dazzling. Be still my heart. 

Also I still don’t understand the true purpose of Cinna presenting them as united. Maybe I’ll get a refresher later on. Is it just to make them stand out more because they’re united? I don’t understand this angle at all. So #SameKatnissSame

Lmao or maybe Peeta’s the one who is all “Idk, but *sings* I wanna hold your hand...” 

Or not. But you bet Peeta is pumped. He’s not naked on national television and he’s holding his crush’s hand. Peak day for Peeta Bram Mellark, with all things given.

I do hope they are waving correctly. 

I'm glad now I have Peeta to clutch for balance, he is so steady, solid as a rock.//I’m FINE. Totally FINE that this will be how she views him for the rest of the series. FINE.

Narrator: She was not fine. 

How absolutely sad that she mentions how the Capitolites took the effort to look in the program for their names. How they waste CHILDREN’S LIVES. 

But I shall focus on her gaining confidence and Katniss Everdeen legit getting caught up in the moment where she is blowing kisses at them. The power of a great outfit, amirite? 

Someone throws me a red rose. I catch it, give it a delicate sniff, and blow a kiss back in the general direction of the giver. A hundred hands reach up to catch my kiss, as if it were a real and tangible thing.//Oh my god. So Extra

Everyone wants my kisses.//Peeta wants those kisses 

"No, don't let go of me," he says. The firelight flickers off his blue eyes. "Please.// I am crying as I think about their interaction in the same square in Mockingjay, when she tries to take the nightlock pill and he stops her. “I’ll never let go, Jack”  

SC can describe Snow however she wants, I will forever see Donald Sutherland and only that. Even when Snow is a teenager I picture Donald. The power of Donald Sutherland.

I love that she doesn’t realize she’s still holding his hand. If Portia had enough time to spray them down, she’s been holding on for awhile. Katniss, explanation?  👀 👀 👀 👀 👀

"I'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you." And then he gives me a smile that seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me. // AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHE FEELS WARMTH RUSH THROUGH HER

THE SHY FLIRTING

PEETA, YOU SHY SLY BEAN OF A FOX

The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.//Yeah, for catching a dangerous thing called FEELINGS. 

Katniss, how does *kissing* him help matters here? You clearly caught wind he was flirting and your first thought was *le kiss* ???????

These two, I swear

And Katniss is just so smol having to stand on her *tiptoes* to kiss his cheek. #teamsmol

Onward to the next chapter! 

[unbiasedcabaret]

love death + robots

objectively the most badass name for a tv show

anyways here's my review of the first season. it is ranked. but rankings change depending on whether I wanna look at pretty animation or be invested in characters/story. there are short, slightly (extremely) stupid reviews next to them too.

(Also rankings are so hard. Am I basing it off of rewatchability? how impressed I was on the first watch? would I want to go back to that world? the animation? the characters? my investment in the story? Currently, I'm going off of what feels right and how excited it makes me basically)

18. The Dump: Eh. I couldn’t get into it. Boring animation, like it was definitely good quality, but nothing particularly interesting. Like okay, dumpster monster. Cool cool cool. This felt so long when it was relatively a shorter episode.

17. Alternate Histories: Never have I been so disappointed so fast. The premise sounded so cool, I was really hoping they’d go realistic with this one, explore some really interesting theories/possibilities. If I look at it objectively, pretty okay. I liked hitler’s long legs, did not enjoy the weird prostitute part, and had an okay time at the ending. Eh.

16. When the Yogurt Took Over: I don’t get it. Oh wow, humans are so dumb even the yogurt left us. Or oh wow they were so smart they got everything they wanted genius yogurt. Okay so? I didn’t care about anything happening, because I got over it kinda fast.

15. Lucky 13: Fun. I love pilots loving their ships, especially with this slightly sentient(?) ship thing going on. I enjoyed the rise to the top, could’ve been a less predictable fall perhaps.

14. Ice Age: Great start, I was hooked from the second the civilization started developing. Might’ve helped that I was high as fuck while watching this. Didn’t really go anywhere, there was no resolution, no reason, nothing. Honestly just felt a little underdeveloped, they should’ve pushed it a little. Very cool premise though.

13. Beyond the Aquila Rift: I don’t fully get the hype not gonna lie. Like I was interested definitely but the twist didn’t blow my mind it just seemed like it made sense. Didn’t have the ‘oh fuck’ moment and wasn’t especially blown away by the animation

12. Sucker of Souls: My favourite part of this was when they literally killed the exchange student. Very fun. Also when his head was split in half and it split into layers. Other than that, eh. The cat thing was interesting but then they never actually used it so what was the point. It just went nowhere and wasn’t that cool. Okay, I take that back the chase scenes/fight scenes/anything action was very engaging.

11. Shape-Shifters: I agree with that one guy who said bad-ass. I love it when fight scenes are actually all out because you KNOW motherfuckers tend to hold back for the sake of plot or whatever. I like it as a short though because it’s interesting to think about, I’m just not too interested in seeing where it goes after. (Which is a good thing because they did all the fun things in the short).

10. Three Robots: Really interesting, loved the characters, loved their skewed understanding of human history (kinda makes me question how much we really know about the past). Odd ending but high me was impressed

9. The Secret War: I was super into it. I love a good fight scene, great backstory, great animation. I just watched Aquaman and the creatures reminded me of those guys from the trench, especially with the flare at the end and I’m not complaining.

8. Blindspot: Why does this episode get hate. It’s a heist with robots how is it boring. I personally love heists, especially in the fast&furious style thing. I loved the characters too, and I’m now questioning my ability to get attached to robots this fast. Also enjoyed the murder, because I’m so used to people being saved at the last minute. I would definitely watch the fuck out of this movie because there could definitely be fun ways to fuck with the whole ‘there are no stakes because we can’t die’ thing.

7. Suits: PERFECT. So perfect there is nothing wrong with this like absolutely nothing wrong. I was into it, loved the robots, loved the characters, loved the world. Would wanna go back into this world and see more of it. Just the idea of casual alien encounters is so fun to me. I’d definitely watch this movie. Honestly felt bad when Jake died which is surprising with an 18-minute runtime. Basically, I view this as a little Pixar version of the show and I had a fun time.

6. Fish Night: So pretty so mesmerising so mystical. I wish the fish part went on for longer I would’ve watched the shit out of it. I kinda wanna go and see that whole scene again. Great short. Very perfect.

5. Helping Hand: Gravity but gory. Did not see it coming so it was a very fun surprise. Nothing wrong with this and I would watch again. Especially liked the part where no one somehow managed to save her and she figured it out on her own. (Not from a feminist point of view, more from a predictability point of view)

4. Sonnie’s Edge: Brilliant fucking animation (when the neon outfits/parts thing came I had to replay several times), great fight scene. I shouldn’t have been deceived by that dude’s girlfriend but she was good, so when she extended her nails through Sonnie’s skull it was great. Apart from the animation and the direction, the story did kinda fall flat now that I think about it. Like it felt a bit, okay so? types I think.

3. Good Hunting: Very great animation, great story, great storytelling. Loved the world and the way the world developed. Loved the automatons. Loved the combination of magic and machine. I didn’t expect her to be able to transform at the end so that was extremely fucking cool. Loved that she got her agency back and that the son was able to break away from his father’s habits. Hated seeing that one guy’s dick.

2. The Witness: SEXIEST animation. Spider-verse vibes especially with the bang! or whatever and I wish there was so much more of this. I was definitely more interested in the action sequences than in the weird sex stuff mostly because I saw no point to that. What was the point of the whole vladmir character when we don’t even know what he’s like. Like he was given way too much importance in my opinion. Technically she didn’t even have to leave that room. The loop stuff was pretty cool though like I had to go back to the beginning to make sure because- slight mindfuck. But I think this animation, and this beautiful beautiful world, was wasted on this average ass story. Could’ve been way cooler.

1. Zima Blue: Oh god this was a good fucking episode. Didn’t think it was gonna be this good. First of all the art itself was so cool. The were spray painting literal space rocks you cannot get more anything than that. Then his whole story? His origin? His truth? FUCK me. Also the animation was so distinct. It was so, it’s own. So specific. And it worked so well with the story. I don’t want anymore of this short in the best way possible. Also I thought of this art thing that starts like this but the blue starts becoming better and then a whole universe comes out of the blue and it starts right back where he started - murals of the universe. And his final work is a universe with like a tiny blue square to show that it repeats forever? Idk what that means but I kinda wanna make it but it’d definitely be plagiarism. Also I can’t do art.

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Sixty Eight

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

June 23rd, 2000

Emile looked at the surprise on Faith’s face with glee. “Do you like it?” he asked her.

“Emile...you set up this entire thing for me?” Faith asked, looking over at him.

“Yeah, of course!” Emile said. “You said that you couldn’t have a party because you broke your wrist and you wouldn’t be able to set one up in time when you were holed up in the hospital, so consider this a double party! A welcome home and a birthday party!”

Faith shook her head, grinning and crushing Emile in a hug. “Oh, Emile, I love you so much,” she laughed. “I’m going to miss you after this summer.”

Emile grinned and hugged her just as tight. “I’m going to miss you too. Never stop writing.”

“Never,” Faith promised.

  July 28th, 2002

Emile turned as he heard snickering behind him, but he wasn’t quick enough to avoid the big wave of water that was aggressively shoved into his face before he was promptly tackled by a very excited Remy. Emile laughed, even as he sputtered and spat out salt water. “Was that really necessary, Rem?” Emile asked.

“No,” Remy said with a shameless grin. “But it was really funny.”

Emile laughed and shook his head, just as a wave rose up behind them, easily as tall as Emile was, and both of them were rather unceremoniously shoved onto the shoreline. Emile laughed hard enough that the wave retreating was starting to pull him back into the water before Remy grabbed his hands and kept him lying on the sand. “We should have come to the beach ages ago,” Emile laughed.

“Agreed,” Remy said with a grin, sitting down next to Emile. “Especially because I get to see you in boardshorts.”

“You’ve seen me in less,” Emile said, frowning.

“Yeah, but there’s something about the beach that makes everything and everyone look good,” Remy said. “Especially this one guy in particular...”

“I agree, the beach does make you look good,” Emile said.

Remy squeaked and whacked Emile. “I was talking about you, doofus!”

Emile laughed and offered Remy a wink. “Oh, come on, you know you look good in swim trunks, don’t deny it!”

Remy was blushing furiously and crossed his arms. “This conversation was not supposed to be about me, mister!”

“Well, it is now,” Emile said with a huge grin. “And you look positively stunning when you’re all happy and giggly at the beach.”

“No. Not allowed. Illegal,” Remy said, shaking his head. “You cannot compliment me like that.”

“I can, and I will,” Emile threatened. “If you don’t acknowledge your beauty yourself, someone else has to do it for you.”

Remy huffed and stood with a stretch, and Emile got to his feet as well. “I’m not that pretty, Emile,” he huffed. “Besides, I’d rather look handsome today.”

“Descriptors aside, you’re attractive,” Emile said simply. “I will fight you on this.”

“Then fight me, loverboy!” Remy said, shoving Emile before running into the water.

Emile stood there in shock a moment, just registering what Remy had said, before he laughed and ran after Remy, shoving water into his face with a laugh. Remy sputtered and shoved water back at Emile, but Emile blocked most of the spray. He grinned, jumping through the water and clinging to Remy like an octopus. “Emile!” Remy exclaimed with a laugh. “Let me go!”

“Nope!” Emile exclaimed, laughing.

“Come on, Emile, let go!” Remy laughed, pushing and tugging at Emile’s various limbs, but Emile would not be moved.

They continued like this for a while, Emile giggling as Remy tried to break free of Emile’s grip, before Remy got a light in his eyes and he walked out of the deeper water, causing Emile’s legs to drop. “Hey! No fair!” Emile exclaimed, still laughing.

Remy walked out of the waves to the shore, and undid Emile’s grip on him. Emile groaned. “You just sucked all the fun out of that!” he exclaimed.

“Well, I need to reapply sunscreen, and so do you,” Remy said, walking back to their towels.

Emile sighed but followed Remy and sat down on his towel, fishing in their bag for the sunscreen. He passed it to Remy, who immediately started to apply it. “I am not getting sunburned on our day trip to the beach,” Remy said. “I don’t mind a tan, but I refuse to get sunburnt.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Emile said. “Sunburn sucks, especially if you have it where you normally wear clothing.”

Remy hummed his agreement, before asking, “Can you get my back?”

“Sure,” Emile said.

Remy knelt down and Emile rubbed a coat of sunscreen onto Remy’s back, about as thin as the layer Remy put everywhere else. Emile spoke idly as he rubbed in the sunscreen. “We should do this again sometime.”

“Agreed,” Remy said. “It’s nice.”

“Where do you think we should grab lunch?” Emile asked.

Remy hummed as Emile finished applying sunscreen. “I’m always a sucker for pizza by the beach,” he said.

“Sounds like a plan,” Emile said.

“Put sunscreen on yourself, too,” Remy said, turning to look at Emile with a stern face.

Emile rolled his eyes. “Come on, Rem, I’m not going to burn!”

“You’re right, you’re not. Because you’re reapplying your sunscreen. I’ll do it myself if I have to,” Remy warned.

Sighing, Emile put on a thin cover of sunscreen himself. “You know, I’m pale, but I don’t burn easily.”

“Whatever you say,” Remy said. “You’re still reapplying it.”

“Because you threatened to treat me like a toddler and smear it on yourself,” Emile scoffed, passing the bottle back to Remy. “My back?”

Remy obliged and Emile looked around, noticing a family setting up nearby, with a little girl staring at them. Emile smiled and waved, and she waved back. She turned to the woman putting up an umbrella, asking something, and the woman glanced over to them before saying something Emile didn’t catch. The girl ran up to Emile and Remy and asked, “Are you two best friends?”

Emile and Remy looked at each other and laughed. “Something like that, yeah,” Emile said. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t usually see two men putting on sunscreen for each other,” the girl said with a shrug. “And I figured you must trust each other a lot.”

“You’re right that we trust each other a lot,” Remy spoke up. “We’ve known each other for almost two years now.”

“Has it really only been two years?” Emile asked. “It feels like it’s been forever.”

Remy laughed and kissed Emile’s temple. “It’s really only been two years,” he said.

The girl looked shocked. “You just kissed him!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Remy said. “I can do that. We’re dating.”

The girl’s mother walked over and grabbed her by the hand, glaring at Emile and Remy. “Don’t go putting ideas in my daughter’s head!” she hissed.

Emile and Remy glanced at each other when the mother was gone, and they started to giggle. “Oh, boy, is she in for a surprise,” Emile said. “The next town over is a college town. The gays are everywhere, and they’re open about it.”

Remy snickered. “Not only the ones who have summer semesters, but the ones who come back from their studies and work as lifeguards or have jobs on the boardwalk, too.”

They continued to laugh for a minute before Remy sighed and Emile yawned. “Man, we’ve only been here a few hours but I’m exhausted,” he said.

“Well, maybe lunch would help with that?” Remy offered. “I think it’s about noon.”

Emile grabbed his glasses and watch from the bag and checked the time. “It’s closer to one-thirty, actually.”

“Oh, we’re definitely getting lunch, then,” Remy said, standing up and shaking the sand out of his towel. “Come on, babe, we’ve gotta eat before we pass out.”

Emile stood and folded up his towel and grabbed their bag, and together they went back to the parking lot to put away their beach stuff. They both pulled on shirts and headed to the pizza parlor they had eyed on the way over here.

When they walked in they were directed to seats and Emile looked around. It was a nice place, over all. But here was the perfect chance to get some more ideas for the project. “Hey, Rem.”

Remy looked up from his menu and groaned. “Come on, Emile. This, again? Why are you so insistent about following through with this game?”

Emile shrugged. “I just want your opinion on a couple things,” he said innocently. “What do you think of the layout of the restaurant? Compared to the shop that you have visualized in your head?”

“Well, I probably wouldn’t have booths,” Remy said, looking around. “They’re usually difficult to move for cleaning, and so much dust and dirt and stuff gets stuck under them or really close to them because it’s hard to clean the nooks and crannies.”

“So, only tables with chairs?” Emile asked. “Would that be an accessibility issue?”

“I’d have different heights,” Remy said definitively. “Regular height tables around the edges, with some tables higher up for people who are able to stand and climb up onto seats. And this is gonna sound weird to you...”

Emile tilted his head to the side, silently asking Remy to continue.

“...But I would have rectangular tables at the edges and circular ones in the middle, if at all possible. Less space to take up, and more potential space for a line, which I doubt would go out the door, but it’s whatever, you know?”

“It’s forethought. I like it,” Emile said, nodding and making mental adjustments in his head.

Remy ran a hand down his face and sighed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Sorry for insisting we do this, like, every time we go out, but...you need a solid layout before you start a shop.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Remy said with a weak smile. “I’m just very tired, and I don’t want to talk or think shop right now, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it,” Emile said with a nod. “I’ll let it drop.”

A waitress came over and took their order, returning with their drinks and promising that their pizza would be out shortly. Remy was fiddling with the paper wrapper from his straw and he hummed. “Okay. I know I said I didn’t want to talk shop, but can I just...like, vent over something really quick?”

“Sure,” Emile said, faintly surprised. Remy never brought up this sort of stuff unless it was really bugging him, so it had to be important.

“I don’t get why so many people in so many coffee shops go out of their way to buy the expensive coffee grounds and advertise where from the world it came from. Like, ethically sourced? Yeah, of course, promote that. But a lot of the time they spring for expensive grounds and they just...don’t do anything different with them. And, sure, some grounds will taste better than others. But if you don’t do anything original with it to adjust the flavor, what’s the point? Most people won’t tell the difference between the different kinds of bitter, and you have to raise prices to boot because of the cost of the grounds going into the coffee.” Remy shook his head and took a long sip of his soda. “It...it doesn’t make sense to me.”

Emile nodded along. “That makes sense. So your shop, you’d use regular coffee grounds, whatever that means?”

“I’d use the basic stuff, probably, yeah. At least at first, because that’s what I’d be able to afford. And I’d want it to be ethically sourced, ideally. Which, I know is a bit more pricey, but not out of the price range entirely. But basic coffee grounds with other ingredients still make a mean mocha if you know what you’re doing,” Remy said.

“I don’t know the first thing about making coffee, so I’ll leave you to that part of the business,” Emile said with a laugh.

Remy offered a sly grin. “Yeah. I wouldn’t ask your opinion on that without doing extensive research first so I can simplify things for you. And because you don’t know the terminology.”

Emile laughed unapologetically. “Thank you for being aware of that,” he said with a grin. “Means a lot that you would at least try and get me to understand.”

“Well, of course. It’s nice to have someone to run your plans by,” Remy said simply. “And since Theo graduated and has started doing his own thing, my pool of options has gone down by one. And when you don’t have a lot of options to begin with, that’s a big hit.”

“Maybe so,” Emile allowed. “But I’m willing to bet that your network is bigger than you think it is.”

Remy shrugged. “Maybe,” he allowed. “Maybe.”

[succygirl]

Granola bar recipe

I know this is my succulent blog but what the hell have a recipe because I live on these granola bars. Basically everyday I don't have the energy to make food to eat, but every so often I do so I make these and stay alive for another week. Otherwise I'm eating dry Honey Nut Cheerios for every meal and I need at least some variety.

Granola Bars

Dry ingredients:

1 cup flour (I use gluten free because I have to)

2 cups old fashioned rolled oats

¾ cup packed brown sugar

¾ teaspoon salt

1 cup dried fruit (I like raisins) (can also be left out)

1 cup chopped nuts (whatever you want, mixed or not, chopped to whatever consistency you like)(can also be left out)

Wet ingredients:

1 large egg, beaten (won't be as moist if you forget it but it's still edible without, I've never tried a substitute)(I also don't pre-beat the egg I just dump it in there and kinda beat it up a little before I stur everything together)

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

½ cup canola oil

½ cup honey (make sure it's flowing, if it's crystalized heat that sucker up or mixing will be very hard)

Things I leave out but could be added:

¾ teaspoon ground cinnamon [I think it's gross]

½ cup ground flaxseeds (flaxseed meal) [has a strong taste im told, if you dont like it don’t add it].

Prepare a pan. Line with parchment paper so it's easy to get them out. If you don't have parchment paper you can spray the pan with oil, line it with aluminum foil, and then also spray THAT with oil too. 

Mix dry ingredients together then add wet. Mix well. Honestly doesn't matter what order you put them in but it'll be a much more thorough consistency if you do dry first, mix well, then add in all the wet ingredients.

Pat mixture into the prepared pan, maybe half an inch thick? If it doesn’t reach the edges curl up the aluminum foil to fit it. Or if using parchment paper… make more? Or you can add some aluminum foil to give it a firmer edge. My mother makes them like an inch thick and they're still good. If there's extra parchment paper sticking up I usually just cut it off.

This is a 14 ½" by 10"ish size pan with a double batch (just double all the ingredients) and it fits perfect.

Bake at 350 degrees for about 20 minutes then check it. I usually do a few more minutes, if you like them soft and gooey then do less time, if you like them more crunchy (mainly the edges will be crunchy the rest will not) then do more time. Once the edges are brown and it's stopped making bubbles is a good time and that's usually at the 22 minute mark for me.

Cool on wire rack, once cool invert pan and remove foil/paper. Cut into bars!!

This is what I call done, just starting to brown on the edges but it's still moist looking everywhere else.

Once cooled and cut these stick together pretty nice, though not as well as any kind of store bought granola bars I’ve ever bought (but those are also very hard and too chonchy for me)

And don’t worry I am trying to expand what I eat everyday but.... cooking is exhausting and I literally always mess something up EVERY time I try and don’t know enough nor am I confident in anything I do to know how to fix any mistakes I make. So I usually shut down when I’m trying to cook and something goes wrong, even something as little as my chicken sticking to the bottom of my pan.

Going to try making some soup eventually... I have a recipe but... cooking.... >.>;;;