#i will cry ily so much jess

[daydadahlias]

jess i just want to say i started and finished MiM today and genuinely felt every spectrum of emotion while reading. i cried. i laughed out loud. i got angry. i got embarrassed. i could FEEL the love between them. you did such an incredible writing this fic so thank you SO MUCH for sharing their story with us i know i will be thinking about and rereading this fic for YEARS

r u human being, serious question

[wongyuseokie]

Setting the Mood | c.s.c

Summary: After a gruelling day, you want to make your boyfriend feel better and care for him. You think you’re in charge, but that lasts only a little bit. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works Word Count:  1901 Words Pairings: Seungcheol x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut & fluff Content Warnings: Smut, fluff, mentions of a bathtub and candles and flowers and blindfolds. Smut Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (don’t do this), pussy eating, swallowing, multiple orgasms, hand job in a bathtub. Swallowing, daddy kink, because it’s Seungcheol, duh, but very soft (mostly)daddy. Dirty talk and blindfolds, overuse of the nickname princess, baby, pretty girl and kitten. Muscle kink? Idk, man. Cheol is so fucking huge I want to cry. Facesitting. Cheol begs, squirting. 

Authors Note: Listen, this man knows how to rile me up, and so here I am. Thank you so so much to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. I love you so much Jess 💕 Also, as always thank you to @here4btsfics for reading this too and letting me know your thoughts! Also to @seungkwansphd I hope this helps the Cheol rot or contributes to it hehehe. Tagging: @duhnova because ily and maybe I like being yelled at. Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted on AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Baby?” Seungcheol called out once he got home. After a gruelling day of dance practice, he wanted to hop into the shower and then crawl into bed with you in his arms. 

“Hi, handsome,” you greeted, emerging from the bedroom and moving closer to him. His arms opened for you to settle in and hug him. 

“You tired?” You asked Seungcheol nodded slowly, and you smiled against his chest.

“Follow me, handsome,” you said, letting go of his embrace, taking his hand in yours, and guiding him to the bedroom. 

“What are you doing?” Seungcheol asked. You felt awful at the tone of his voice. He was so tired, and you knew he wanted nothing more than a quick shower and sleep, But you also knew your plan would make him so tired and feel so good that he’d sleep like a baby the entire night. 

“Helping you. You do so much work, and, for once, I want to make my daddy feel good,” you said softly, guiding Seungcheol into the bathroom. Seungcheol smiled softly at you and turned that smile into delight the minute he took in the bathroom. 

You lit vanilla and peony-scented candles around the bathtub, the tub overflowing with bubbles, and soft jazz music played in the background. 

“Baby, I’m tired, I appreciate this, but I don’t think I have it in me to do a lot,” Seungcheol started to say. 

“Daddy, tonight is about you. Let me do the work, please. I want to make you feel good,” you said softly, your hands moving to the hem of his shirt and pulling it off his toned body. 

“They need to close the gyms. You’re so fucking big now, Cheolie,” you whispered, tracing your hands over him, gently grazing your nails down his well-defined pecs, slightly brushing over his nipples, and then resting your hands on his now rock-solid abs. 

“But are you complaining, princess? I know you like it when I pick you up and fuck you against the wall,” Seungcheol teased, making you smile shyly.

“No, I don’t,” you said, smirking, your hands moving down to his grey sweats. 

“These, however, are illegal, you’re killing me, and I’m sure your fans are writhing watching you in this fit,” you mused, making Seungcheol smirk, 

“But only you can see it. Only you can touch,,” Seungcheol whispered low, making your core clench. “Only you can suck, can fuck…”

“No underwear?” You asked. You wondered when your hands went underneath his sweats and rubbed the tip of his cock, which was starting to harden, instead of another layer of material. Seungcheol shrugged in response. 

“Again, are you complaining?” Seungcheol responded cockily.

“No, I’m not,” you responded, smiling, kneeling and pulling down his sweats. Seungcheol stepped out of the sweats and kicked them across the bathroom floor.

“Where do you want me, princess?” Seungcheol asked. You stood up and pointed to the bathtub. Seungcheol nodded, sighing softly in relief as the warm water immediately soothed his sore muscles, 

“Fuck, this bath feels amazing,” Seungcheol moaned.

“Princess, can you join me?” He was looking at you with all the love possible in his eyes, and you immediately melted, nodding. You pulled your robe off, and Seungcheol groaned. 

“Fuck, you were naked underneath that stupid silk this all this time?” 

You just grinned in response. Seungcheol held out his hand, and you took it once you approached the tub to step into it. You climbed into his lap, and Seungcheol smiled, his hands encircling your waist, pulling you closer to his taut body. 

“Daddy, this is about you, not me,” you pouted, making Seungcheol smirk. 

“Okay, kitten, make me feel good,” Seungcheol said, laying back against the tub. 

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his plush ones. You melted into the kiss. Kissing Seungcheol was almost addictive. You couldn’t get over how soft his lips were, how plump they were, and how you would always end up seeing fireworks no matter where his lips were on your body. Seungcheol moaned into the kiss the minute your hand grazed his now fully erect cock. The moan allowed you to slip your tongue into his mouth and deepen the kiss. 

You kept kissing Seungcheol, the one hand on his chest casually brushing over his nipples, which made him shudder and buck his length against your core. 

“Baby,” Seungcheol pulled away from your lips to catch his breath and admire you. You moved your lips down to his neck, carefully pressing enough pressure to elicit a moan from him, but not so strong that it would leave a mark. 

“Do you like it?” You asked Seungcheol, who lazily nodded, smiling at you, lust overtaking his handsome features. “Touch me, please,” Seungcheol begged, and it shot straight to your cunt, making you smirk. It gave you all sorts of ideas about making this man, usually in control, beg. He must have read your mind because he quickly added a warning. “Let’s get this straight. This is the only time I’ll beg, pretty girl.” 

 “Well, now you at least know how I feel,” you teased after a roll of your eyes. 

“Fuck,” Seungcheol breathed out when your hand wrapped around his thick cock. You didn’t move your hand, though, like you knew he wanted. You just wrapped it around the tip and ran your finger along his slit, the water allowing you to do that very quickly.

“I love you,” you said as you moved your other hand under the water to cup and massage his balls, making him tighten his grip on the porcelain tub. 

“I fucking love you, and I’m not just saying this because you’re making me feel so fucking good, princess,” Seungcheol said, breathing heavily, and whined when you pulled your hands off his cock. 

“Baby!” Seungcheol whined, making you laugh.

“Now you know how it feels, but I won’t torture you since I’m nice. Can you get out of the tub?” You asked, and Seungcheol nodded immediately.

You held Seungcheol’s hand, guiding him out of the tub and back to the bedroom. 

You gently nudged him making him fall back on the bed, and crawled up, so your body was straddling his. You reached over to grab the silk blindfolds on the bedside table and gently placed them over your boyfriend’s eyes, which was almost torture for you because his eyes were so piercing. Still, you knew if you wanted to regain control over him, he couldn’t be staring at you, undoing you with a single look. 

“Fuck, Cheol!” You gasped when Seungcheol’s hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you up to his mouth. You hissed in pleasure the minute his plush lips wrapped around your clit, and you hated how well he knew your body that he didn’t even need to see anything to make you fall apart.

“Cheolie, baby,” you mewled as he flicked your clit with his tongue. For the perfect contrast, his mouth enclosed your clit and sucked. You pulled the blindfold off his eyes because you loved watching him, especially sitting on his face. You loved seeing those eyes of his watch you fall apart at his mercy. 

You sighed in pleasure one more time before reluctantly pulling your pussy off his mouth. You moved down his body, capturing his lips with yours in a soft kiss sighing softly when you tasted yourself.

“Can I ride you, baby?” You asked, and Seungcheol nodded, making you smile. You slowly moved down his body until you straddled his thick thighs. Lifting your hips, you aligned his thick cock against your entrance and hissed as you sank into his length. 

“Princess, this is better when I prep you and get your pretty little pussy soaking fucking wet before I fuck you senseless,” Seungcheol said, smirking, earning a glare from you. 

“This is about you,” you said, pouting and Seungcheol softened, nodding. “Then take me, princess,” Seungcheol said, lying down, sighing the minute you lifted your hips and started to find a rhythm and a perfect position. At this angle, his thick length would hit all the spots inside you that made you clench tightly around his cock. However, Seungcheol was not one for giving up control in the bedroom, and not that you minded, but his need to be in control slowly kicked in. 

“Ah, shit!” you gasped as Seungcheol started to rub your clit furiously. He got off on making you fall apart for him, and at this moment, he was convinced he was about to cum inside you any second, the way you were tightening around his cock. He would be damned if he came before you did. Your pleasure came above all for him, no matter how dominant he was. 

“Baby, hold on,” Seungcheol said before carefully flipping the position so that you were now underneath him. 

“Fucking hell,” you wailed out in pleasure as Seungcheol finally found a position that allowed him to pound into you. His thrusts were hard, relentless and purposeful. Each thrust pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“Don’t. You’re going to cum again. I don’t care how many times that is, but I won’t stop fucking you until I cum, let the neighbours hear how good I fuck my baby,” Seungcheol spoke, his voice low and husky and gently biting your earlobe before continuing to fuck you hard. You were sure his back was now covered in scratch marks, and you felt your eyes roll back in pleasure. You knew he was trying to make you squirt. He loved it. He loved knowing he was the only one who could make you feel so good. 

“Fucking hell, I’m close, princess,” Seungcheol breathed out. As his thrusts got sloppier, he suddenly pulled out and gave a quick instruction, “on your knees, princess.” 

You shakily got on your knees and opened your mouth, allowing Seungcheol to position his cock against your open mouth.  He stroked himself a few times before he released it in your mouth, groaning and hissing as he came. Seungcheol pulled his cock out of your mouth, but not before you licked his tip, making him whine in overstimulation, earning a playful glare. He pulled you back to your feet and lightly pushed you onto the bed.

“Ah, Cheol!” you screamed as he plunged two fingers into you and thrust them in and out of your cunt, furiously until you were screaming. All you could do was hold his forearm for support as you came, squirting over his fingers and the sheets. You felt lightheaded and smiled softly when you felt yourself being pulled into Seungcheol’s chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. 

“Fuck, this was meant to be about you, baby,” you said, and Seungcheol could feel your pout on his chest. 

“Princess, look at me,” Seungcheol said softly, and you looked up at him. 

“You did fucking amazing, the bath was amazing, and you trying to be in control was adorable too, but you made me feel good,” Seungcheol said genuinely, making you smile. 

“You tired me out enough, and I know I’ll sleep peacefully,” Seungcheol joked. 

“Wait, Cheol! We need to change the sheets!” You exclaimed, jolting up only to be dragged back into Seungcheol’s arms. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept on sheets soaked with your cum. We can deal with it tomorrow. I need you in my arms to sleep.” 

[scoopsgf]

I JUST REALIZED JESS IS THE FIRST BF SHE SAID ILY TO COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED AND WHEN SHE DIDN’T HAVE TO. like with dean he said it first and broke up with her when she didn’t say it back so she was practically forced to when she did (not to mention lorelai’s part in it). his reaction to not having it said back also shows it was kind of conditional and that’s just confirmed in other things he’s done (wanting her to prioritize him, arguing when she didn’t agree with him on his opinion of the donna reed type wife, just wanting her to be a specific type of gf). with logan, they were in a relationship so it would’ve been said eventually as far as she could foresee. but she said it to jess after it was over and when they both could’ve gone on with their lives never having said it (and it probably would’ve been easier and less painful for both of them). and when he said it to her and she didn’t say it back, he didn’t react how dean did or stick around to make her feel guilty or anything. he just put it out there and let it be. it shows that it was something that they needed to say to each other regardless of the outcome. just something else that sets their relationship apart from her other ones like it’s so much more intense and real.

YOU ARE SO RIGHT!!! not only that, but i really think that rory might have been the first person jess ever said the words ‘i love you’ to, aside from maybe his mom when he was a little kid. it’s just so significant that he told her. like, we know jess is prone to keeping things to himself (particularly when it comes to his emotions) but the way he says it… idk you can just tell he really, really means it, and that he wants her to know, that he has to say it. he has to get it out, he needs her to know how much she meant to him. i think the same can be said of rory’s confession; he was gone and she was devastated, but she still loved him and wanted him to know. the fact that neither of them expected reciprocation… god i wanna cry?? their relationship is so fucking heartbreaking

[queenofbaws]

Hi! For rhe fic writer asks may I ask number 4,7,9,15 and 26? Thank you and have a good day!

hi!!! and goodness gracious, me oh my, thank YOU for giving me permission to gab and gab and gab over here! :D

4. What piece of media inspired you the most?

in terms of what fandom got me barfing the most words out, it was for sure the quarry - no surprises there, hehehe - but in terms of what media got me pumped/excited/WANTING to create more, i have to shout out the "old gods of appalachia" podcast. i'm a little behind, i'm not totally caught up with the story as of this moment, but i swear, relistening to that podcast at the beginning of the year is 100% what got me so jazzed to write like wringing blood from a stone. no question.

(this is also me saying if you're out there and you've enjoyed like wringing blood, you might want to give old gods a shot, because mmmMMMMMM it's so good. and it's very much the sort of vibe i'm going for with my hackett stuff, lmfao)

7. What character(s) captured your heart?

if you told me when i first played the quarry that i'd have a favorite hackett brother, i would believe you. if you, however, immediately followed that first statement with "and it's chris," i would not. HOWEVER, as is so often the case with me, this year i found myself falling in love with another supermassive character that gets all of 5 lines and a combined 12 minutes of screentime. chris hackett, ily.

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

surprising NO ONE, it's for sure like wringing blood from a stone. after finishing the (almost)s, i really didn't think i'd plunge back into longfic life, but i'm here, the water's fine, and this project has absolutely become my baby. there's a lot of, like, me put into the story, a lot of (extremely abstracted) personal stories and problems being retold, and it's been a place for me to sort of find my own kind of catharsis while telling what i hope is a compelling story of another family's struggles. it also means the world that it's gotten the readership it has despite being about, uh, a very angry family struggling against themselves and each other, so it's just...it's just the project i'm the most grateful for, absolutely.

15. Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

in the woods somewhere is a fic i wrote about jess. i wish i could say more about it than that, but explaining it any deeper sort of gives some stuff away. it was one of those lightning-in-a-bottle ideas that came to me fully formed and ready to go, and i spent a whole day just furiously writing it down and, to be honest, crying more than just a little ;P we don't see much of jess in until dawn - her night is pretty complicated - so i just really wanted to explore her story a little more...and give her a way to get back home in one piece <3

(i still fucking cry every time i read it, so do with that what you will askdfjaklsdjf)

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

i got back into my CREEPs fic!!! 🥳 it was gathering dust for SO long, but i was finally able to post a couple chapters, and though they're not ready to share just yet, i actually have the rest of the fic nearly complete. being able to get back into that WIP and sort of shake the rust off felt so, so good, and i'm REALLY hoping that energy will carry into 2024 and i'll be able to finish off a bunch of stuff i've left on the back burner!

my 2023 writing year in review!!!

[merry-the-cookie]

begging on my knees for michael content like actually screaming crying punching the air multitasking i miss him so much tearing my hair out shaking sobbing on the floor desperate for him

dammit jess beat me to this sokaoskaoskaoks love u

yall are fucking funny fjdjHDJSJS ok i couldnt. find anything more interesting than this so heres some stuff ily

[grungelovingrat]

Okay so I'm gonna edit this post whenever I finish the new Bittersweet episode, wish me luck 👍

EDIT:

I HAVE NEVER FELT SO MANY EMOTIONS BEFORE-

FIRST OF ALL-

HE'S CUTE AS SHIT-

SECOND OF ALL-

RAIL ME-

THIRD OF ALL-

...

NEED I SAY MORE??

MISS JESSE FUCKING ROCKED HIS SHIT-

POOR SETH IS PROBABLY IN SO MUCH PAIN-

FINN..BBG.. ILY BUT PLEASE LEAVE 😭

LISTENER, AL, AND SETH HAVING "DREAMS"

UHH..

YEAH NO

AND 'SHATTERED'?

TF IS THATTT

IT'S ALL TOO MUCH-

ALSO

ALL THE SETH ANGST??

BABY SETH??

GOT ME CRYING A WHOLE OCEAN JEEZ-

CHALEE AND AURON FRIENDSHIP?

HELL YES

OVERALL I'M ALREADY HYPE FOR CH.4-

(me rn:)

[feralgodmothers]

I’m about to watch the episode where paris and Luke’s nephew gatecrash Rory’s quiet night in. They should’ve paired Paris up with him. At least for a season. She’d never put up with his cryptic bullshit. And if she ever made him cry. Then that’s just a fun bonus for me.

omg ily anon

“She’d never put up with his cryptic bullshit”

She absolutely would never, you are so right. Honestly, their chemistry was surprisingly great. You place together two of the most headstrong and abrasive characters ever and they just to end up sitting at a table and having a lively book discussion???

Their relationship would be intense in the most insanely entertaining way.  If those two had an argument, the entire state of Connecticut would be leveled to the ground lol.  

But for real - the only good interactions Teen!Jess had were with people who wouldn’t take his crap: Luke, Lorelai, Mrs. Kim, and… Paris. This isn’t even me hating on him at this point - I genuinely believe that the boy needed people around him who could enforce strict but reasonable boundaries. The fandom wants to woobify and coddle him, but that just would’ve made him worse, because his own mother did that much. I do agree with his stans that he was probably neglected, but part of what a neglected child craves (whether they realize it or not) is structure, stability, and discipline. And when you think of those qualities - Paris is the clear choice. I think Jess could appreciate a strong woman anyway. (Not to say Rory is weak or anything. But when you compare her with Paris - they are clearly on different levels.  The boy needed tough love, and that’s where Paris excels and Rory lacks.)

[shittytwilightaus]

i just wanted to let you know that (as you may be able to tell from the notes) i rediscovered your faerie!jessica snapshots tonight and remembered how much i ABSOLUTELY LOVE them. they're so well written. it's the perfect way to insert more supernatural characters into twilight, and you just write jessica so well, (and of course she would be one of the fey! that's honestly super in-canon). and the little hints of jess/angela...so good. i'm so glad those exist

I’m inarticulate with happiness rn 💜💜💜 ily you’ve made my whole month I’m screaming I’m crying I’d kill for u I’d die for u I’m kissing u on the mouth etc etc. I’m so glad you still love them so much! 😭 your tags on all the old posts are great ur great tytyty!!

[nottheleastbrave]

I cannot let you get swamped with data analysis (!) on a Sunday (!!), so: 1 (for JatP), 10, 12, 15 and 27 (for JatP again), please? I realise this is a lot but you asked for procrastination. ♥️

Lolll I can't even get the packages to load properly, it's a mess.

What do you like most about participating in [fandom]?

Okay believe it or not JatP is the first fandom I've really participated in??? Despite being in fandom for a...very long time, I have usually just been a fandom appreciator who doesn't talk to anyone. So actually talking to people has been my favorite part! Y'all are the best and I love you!!! Also I just really love how f*cked up we all still are by this ghost show lol.

10. What’s a fanwork that made you cry?

Going throwback a little bit (and fuck JRK obviously) but the entire boy with a scar series really fucks me up, but particularly no place like home where Harry is raised at Hogwarts. I tear up at multiple parts of that fic. Also Contact, which makes me cry about El Hopper.

12. What’s a fanwork that changed how you view canon?

Oooooh we'll take the world (one step at a time) by the lovely @tangledstarlight because it really crystalized my feelings about protective Luke Patterson!!!

15. What three fanworks are you the proudest of making?

So I have...not made that many fan works, and my answer to this changes daily, but right now it's: 1. I've got gold stars plastered all over my forehead because it's the longest thing I've ever written and I like how I fit the JatP characters into the dynamics of Stars Hollow (and as a side quest got to try to redeem my son Jess Mariano), 2. They Just Don't Have Any Proof because writing something involving the Psych characters really feels like destiny, and 3. A couple of words lit up on a screen because I finally got to make Luke cover Hey Julie by Fountains of Wayne, which was a goal of mine for a long time.

27. What do you love about the fanworks in [fandom]?

EVERYTHING I LOVE JATP. But I especially love when fanworks manage to balance the found family and the Juke of it all. Because yes Juke is insanely in love but also they care so much about their friends, it's something they have in common!

Thank you for the procrastination it was sorely needed! Ily!!!!!

[invcntions]

(whispers) the ship meme for any of ours ... whoever you're feeling 👀

you say this to me as if i'm not always feeling all of them... have it under the read more because i got carried away. ( and would literally have done all of them if it wasn't going to take so long ily).

nate/max

Who’s the cuddler? honestly they both are i mean who saw this coming from two angry boys, but i actually think just based off our current thread that the one who initiates it slightly more is max? but let's be honest they’d be holding on to each other always if they could. 

Who makes the bed? definitely max, sorry nate is too lazy and it just doesn’t cross his mind, he’d much rather focus on breakfast and coffee. 

Who wakes up first? again probably max, he's busier during the day while nate is normally coming in at some late hour from a shift and climbing into bed next to him then sleeping in the following morning.

Who has the weird taste in music? nate. it’s not especially weird i think he just likes really old music in general and has zero idea about what’s popular or even currently out.

Who is more protective? oh they both are! hands down, if you pick a fight with either of them then you’re getting both of them, neither is standing for anything happening to the other.

Who sings in the shower? i want to say max just because it’s his shower and he’s more comfortable there (though let’s be honest nate considered it his home about 10 minutes after temporarily moving in) but i just love the idea that he does and nate would find it the most endearing thing he’s ever heard in his live. 

Who cries during movies? honestly it’s probably nate, i don’t think he used to watch a lot of movies before moving in with max and he definitely just silently cries during the classic heartbreaking ones and pretends he isn’t.

Who spends the most while out shopping? max because he’s more used to it? nate is still in his can i make this pizza last for three meals mindset and while i feel like max does try to get him out of that in general it’s still him who’s a little more comfortable with spending. 

Who kisses more roughly? i feel like nate, he can’t help it he’s got a lot of feelings to channel into the kissing okay. 

Who is more dominant? it depends on the day with these two like? i feel they both have their times and moods when they’re more dominant and times when they left the other take the lead a little more. 

My rating of the ship from 1-10. limitless. i'll love them till my death. 

finn/jesse

Who’s the cuddler? one day i will answer one of these as not, they both are, but it’s not for these two because they clearly both are from NIGHT ONE. 

Who makes the bed? finn. even if jesse is still in it. he can’t help it honestly it’s just part of what he does in the morning and having an incredibly cute boyfriend will not stop that.

Who wakes up first? again most likely finn, he’s up obnoxiously early probably to do something productive like go for a run but he’d absolutely come home and wake jesse up with coffee and kissing his forehead. 

Who has the weird taste in music? jesse because finn has no taste in music. he just listens to whatever jesse tells him to and nods along like he’s enjoying it. 

Who is more protective? i feel like it comes naturally to finn to be super protective so by instinct it’s him but at the same time i could also see jesse being so if he needed to be because they just care so much about each other. 

Who sings in the shower? i hope jesse and i hope he does it while they’re away on their little break and finn can just think it’s the cutest thing in the entire world. 

Who cries during movies? i want to say jesse just because he’s an angel and seems empathetic so i feel like is more likely to let himself feel things in the movies whereas finn is actually pretty intense on the was raised not to cry side of things. 

Who spends the most while out shopping? probably finn, he gets distracted by coffee shops, books and anything study related so can’t help it. plus i just feel he likes buying things for jesse as well so it just accidentally happens. 

Who kisses more roughly? they are soft kissers okay, just soft boys in general, though obviously when things get going i feel like both of them a little bit. 

Who is more dominant? finn lol. my secretly dominant baby. 

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 10000x the softest boys how can it not be

jackson/dominic (yes i am going there)

Who’s the cuddler? i want to say jackson? because as we’ve established it’s sort of his way of showing how he feels, especially with dom (because he’s not massively a cuddler with anyone else). and while i think sober he’s never been super cuddly with him so far he's for sure more so when they’ve gone out drinking and crashed in the same bed after it. like drunk college!jackson in particular would have been so soft with him. 

Who makes the bed? dominic. jackson is too messy while dominic actually has a general sense of having his life together and taking on adult tasks. 

Who wakes up first? again dom, i don’t know i just feel like he has actual responsibilities to take care of and things to go and do, while jackson is always willing to go back to sleep so not to have to face the day yet. 

Who has the weird taste in music? JACKSON. his taste in music is horrific i feel like dom let him have the aux cord once and just never again. very intense. far too much bass for a nice drive to the shops. 

Who is more protective? historically jackson, like please he’s been protective of dom from day one and would still do absolutely anything for him. though i do think the scales have evened the older they’ve got and like there’s no way dominic’s letting anyone say anything about jackson either, especially when i do think on occasion jackson has had a short fuse in situations that he probably shouldn’t have and needed the backup. 

Who sings in the shower? hot take, they both do. like they bonded over the fact they like animals, of course they both sing in the shower. 

Who cries during movies? neither do noticeably, they both just sit there in silence and pretend they’re not doing their best not to as the emotional stuff goes down. honestly if it’s too sad and he might cry jackson will leave the room. 

Who spends the most while out shopping? dominic? he’s shopping for a family of two so...  no but in seriousness i don’t feel like either are particularly out of control with money, they just buy what they need.

Who kisses more roughly? jackson only because he’s got a decades worth of built up feelings to put behind it and i feel like if when they do kiss it’s going to be either the most intense thing ever or the softest thing ever. 

Who is more dominant? i have gone back and forth on this a hundred times and i dO NOT KNOW. my gut says jackson but i also think dominic could be a surprise victor...  let me know if you do know. 

My rating of the ship from 1-10. 0/10. they’re going to fully break my heart. i hate them.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by 🐓 anon. im still screaming over this.

∘ request: [insert the 14 asking for more Sapnap humor in a pt. 1.5 of Meet the Jacobses]

∘ pairings: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: smut (18+), nsfw, language, drinking, mentions of Todd the frat boy, lots of dialogue, biting, asphyxiation

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ a/n: this one goes out to the babes in the gc. ily.

i stole the Brick idea from the Jesse McCartney movie, Keith. I'm sorry. [tw for that link - sad & jesse mccartney not talking about beautiful souls]

also thank you everyone for your support on this series. when my friends and I conjured this up, I never thought I would be at the point where I get to share peoples art/paylists/etc. I'm so thankful for all of you.

okay I'll stop crying. happy reading and have a great week! :)

The sun beat down against your skin, your mind drifting to whether or not you should apply more sunscreen. Karl jumped into the light blue water in front of you, the water splashing out to almost completely soak you. You frowned at him as he came up for air, blowing you a kiss mockingly.

Sapnap’s cousins started tackling Karl, the chorus of laughter echoing around the pool. You stretched your legs out beneath the table, leaning into the shade of the umbrella as you watched them roughhouse.

Sapnap came out from the pool house, opening a beer bottle for you before taking the seat beside you. He sighed, buttoning the top of his shirt as he watched the boys. “Did you have a good time at the party yesterday? I dipped after an hour,” he asked, pushing his sunglasses to rest on top of his head.

You shrugged slightly, taking a sip of your drink. You couldn’t wait to tell your roommate how lavishly you’d been living. The fact that you were lounging by a heated pool, drinking beer from Copenhagen with the sons of millionaires was nearly mind-boggling to you.

You wet your lips, squinting your eyes as you looked at him. “I honestly have no idea. I was kind of just there as a Karl accessory,” you joked, making him chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I get that,” he flipped off one of the cousins as they threatened to throw water at him. “It’s always the Karl show around here,” he added. You raised your eyebrows at him and he backtracked. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. He’s a good guy; everyone’s just obsessed with him.”

You nodded slightly. “Yeah, he’s definitely the star baby,” you joked, making him laugh. “I need to ask you…” You bit your lip voice trailing off as you searched for the night words.

He sent you a closed-mouth smile. “About my mom and Karl?” He asked, biting back a blithe expression. It shocked you how calm he was about the situation.

You chuckled nervously. “I swear I won’t bring it up again, I’m just,” you cut yourself off, unable to describe the question marks pulsing through your thoughts.

He snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “I know right,” he reassured. “When I found out, I almost broke Karl’s nose,” he chided. “Not that I was like… angry it was my mom but out of how weird it was.”

“Yeah it is really fucking weird,” you agreed, laughing slightly.

He gestured as if to thank you for understanding. “I mean, Karl’s a great guy. He was my best friend for a long time but…” He made a face suggesting his discomfort and you snicked. “That’s my mom, man.” You giggled wholeheartedly at this, making him laugh too.

“What are you guys talking about?” Karl asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, dripping wet from his pool time adventures.

“Speak of the Devil and he shall appear,” you joked, making Sapnap wink at you. “Tacitus’ Annals,” you answered, making Sapnap nod at you.

He chewed on his lip, with a calm expression as he supported your lie. “I was telling your girlfriend how much I enjoyed his love of Nero,” he continued, you bit back a smile.

Karl ruffled his hair out in a towel. “Come on now,” he grumbled, calling the two of you on your bullshit.

Sapnap squinted as he looked up at him. “Karl supremacy. As always,” he answered with a touch of quiet sarcasm, making Karl roll his eyes playfully as he took to the other seat beside you.

Karl ran his fingers into his hair. “You wanna get matching tattoos together, Sapnap?” He quipped; Sapnap sending him a smug expression.

“Why? What were you thinking?” He asked, knowing he was walking into whatever Karl was setting up.

Karl pulled the leg of his swim trunks off his leg a bit, furrowing his brows. “I wanna get your mom’s name on the top of my thigh,” he teased, biting his lip. You rolled your eyes playfully.

Sapnap let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh my God, that’s so funny. I totally didn’t see that coming.”

Karl took a sip of your beer and you spoke up. “I think you’d look good with a tattoo, Sapnap. All jokes aside, you’ve got a great body,” you mused, sending him a wink. Sapnap bit back a smile looking at Karl, who you could already tell was glaring back at him. “Side note, I was meaning to ask you. There’s a guy that’s in Karl’s frat,” you paused, trying to remember what Karl had said Todd’s real name was when you were pinning his auction number on him.

Sapnap raised his eyebrows. “Oh, Mark?”

You pointed at him. “Yes, the fake Romney.”

Sapnap snorted. “He did that on campus too?” Karl nodded, a look of disappointment spreading across their faces.

“Speaking of Todd Mark, the king of the Brick” Karl kicked his feet beneath your chair before continuing, “I heard there’s a bonfire tonight,” he probed, making Sapnap slowly shake his head in disapproval.

You raised an eyebrow at the two. “What’s the Brick?”

Sapnap seemed to have already made up his mind on the situation. “A fucking cesspool,” Sapnap grumbled, sipping from his bottle as Karl tsked. Sapnap tilted his head. “You really wanna take her to the Brick? People get together and smoke crack over there. The fact that,” he paused to furrow his brows at you slightly, “Todd Mark? is the benefactor should say something,” he stated, lips curling into an uneasy expression.

You peered over your shoulder at Karl as if to ask if he were crazy. Karl swatted off your gesture. “They don’t smoke crack this time of year. All the locals are back visiting for break.”

Sapnap shook his head again in unease. You chewed your lip, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know… Sapnap, do you wanna have a movie night instead?” You joked, making Karl sigh behind you.

Sapnap mimicked your mock severity. “Yeah, a stay in and cuddle?”

“Of course,” you repeated.

Karl wheezed. “No, we’re going.”

Without missing a beat, Sapnap chimed back. “Maybe you can take my mom instead?” Karl’s expression flattened at his words and you nodded, high fiving Sapnap in mock victory.

Despite Sapnap’s hesitation, you all went to what they referred to as The Brick. In reality, it was a spot on the edge of a lake. They only called it the Brick because of Todd’s dad, a racecar driver who claimed the post back when he was in high school and later bought it. A large bonfire burned in the center of the space, various people around your age and a bit younger were either dancing to the music coming from one of the souped-up sports cars or shotgunning beers. You pushed away the thought of your stingy fire marshall back home who―more than once―had reported you and your family for “overactive cookouts.”

“Overactive,” meaning your dad and Clay were failing at not catching hotdogs on fire when the two would get lost in a chat about a mutual videogame when the families would cross the fence line in the summer.

As soon as you had stepped foot on the gravel, Karl was welcomed back like some kind of celebrity, so you stayed close to Sapnap. He would lean towards your height, pointing people out that Karl had mentioned in the past or those worth noting. You nodded along, soaking in what he had to tell you and laughing at his jokes.

A random guy strolled past the two of you, making Sapnap purse his lips. “Hey, Sapnap. How’s your mom?” One of the countless jokes thrown at him since you’d arrived.

He tilted his head with a mock look of questioning. “Didn’t your parents just get divorced, Jeff?” He deflected. Jeff’s face dropped slightly as he moved on. You always found yourself struggling not to laugh at how well Sapnap was at counteracting the jabs at his mom and Karl. Most of you felt guilty for how long he had dealt with it.

Karl watched you carefully as you sat down beside Sapnap on one of the vast benches; hands shoved in his pockets as the group around him caught up. You were glad to have someone around like Sapnap, despite the fact that you often went to parties. In the past, it was more of a bi-annual thing, but since being with Karl, you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with nameless people in a line doing shots every other Thursday.

You laughed as Sapnap joked about avoiding the drinks at the Brick because of the mites in the water and the STDs in the beer. “So, I never asked how you met Karl?” He queried, sticking his hands into the pocket of his Baja hoodie.

You smiled slightly. “Uh…” Shameless thoughts of you on your knees in a random building when you barely knew his name paced through your head like a quickfire of serotonin. “We had a lecture together and he liked my handwriting.” Sapnap smirked, chuckling slightly at your words.

Karl’s eyes were trained on the two of you, demeanor shifting each time one of you leaned towards the other to hear over the music or the two of you bumping each other’s arms to grab your attention. You knew he wasn’t jealous, but his look of curiosity was almost hilarious to you. Sapnap stuck by your side while Karl introduced you to his friends. He was basically your encyclopedia on the newer people as Karl would go off on a tangent with them.

The fact that Karl was so close to all of them and was so popular made your heart swell with pride. You were used to Karl’s deadpanned glares at most of his frat brothers and his snide comments, but now he was welcomed back like he was some kind of hero returning from the war.

After saying goodbye to Sapnap for the day, you threaded your fingers with Karl’s, enjoying the time where it was just the two of you. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, smoothing a kiss against your skin. “So… Sapnap’s mom…” you began, making him chew the inside of his cheek. “Where… did it happen?”

He looked down at you with a perked eyebrow before raising his sights forward, pulling you off the street where the two of you were walking. You followed him as the pair of you snuck through between the houses and across the backyards until the two of you were at Sapnap’s house again. Through the front windows, you could see him talking to his sibling in the kitchen.

Karl grabbed your hand, leading you along the side of the estate and toward the pool house. You wanted to groan at the thought before he pulled you through the door with him. “Are you serious?” You hissed, looking around at the dark place. Karl fought not to smirk as he peered out through one of the windows, watching the lights in Sapnap’s house turn out.

The moonlight streamed through one of the slender windows, illuminating his face and washing his features clean. Your gaze trailed along his arms; his tattoos peeking out from beneath his hoodie as he reached up to lock the door.

He turned back to face you, walking closer to you. “Did you have fun today?” He asked, plopping down on one of the couches and pulling you into his lap. He moved your arms to rest around his neck, pressing his lips to your skin. “I feel like I didn’t see you at all. Sapnap’s a bogart,” he muttered jokingly, settling his hands on your hips.

You scoffed before leaning toward him, pressing your lips against his. “Make it up to me,” you murmured, raking your fingers into his hair. “I think I selfishly need you to ruin me here; you know. Like a cleansing of you and Ms. Scarlet,” you chided.

He bit his lip, eyes pulsing with lust as he fought not to grin. You pressed your lips against his, turning to lay back on the couch and yank him on top of you. He chuckled into your kiss, as your hands moved to curl into his hair. His lust was a taste you could get drunk off if given the chance as his hands traveled the length of your body, moaning as you ground your hips against his, gripping into his clothes.

He leaned off of you momentarily to pull his shirt over his head as you slipped out of yours, you wrapped a leg around him, pushing him onto the couch instead and pinning him between your thighs as you straddled him, running your hands up his tattooed chest and connecting your lips again.

One of his large hands covered your breast as you began to grind your hips against his. His teeth grazed against your skin as he caressed your body while you moved against him, trying to create as much friction as you could against his jeans. He ran his fingers along the hem of your underwear, his lips curling into a smirk as he moved slightly to get a better look. "These are nice. Did you plan this?" He leered, snapping the elastic against your hip playfully. You rolled your eyes, pulling his chin towards you and pressing your lips against his. Every movement of his body seemed to lick at the fire deep within you.

You smirked breathlessly as his lips settled against your collarbones. “These are my church clothes. I had no other motive,” you jousted. His hand reached up to rest against your collarbone, his fingers lightly curling around your neck.

“Of course, how could I not realize,” he jabbed, pressing his lips and tongue against your neck. You moaned, tugging at his zipper before wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping him into harder arousal. He groaned against your neck, bucking into your hand lightly. His head tilted back against the couch beneath you, cheeks flushed at the attention. His teeth nipped at your skin as you ground yourself against his thigh, basking in his noises of pleasure.

His cock pulsed in your hand, making him grab your wrist and pull you beneath him. He gripped one of your legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow as he pushed himself into you, connecting your lips to swallow your moans. The feeling of him inside of you sent a wave of pleasure through your body. His voice was low in your ear, murmuring your name as if it were a curse. You moaned as he took one of your hands, lacing your fingers together beside your head as he kissed you again, tongue slipping into your mouth.

His thrusts became more rhythmless, his hold on you driving him deeper as the pool house filled with the noises of your whimpering moans. Karl’s breath was warm on your neck as he took advantage of your submissive state. He moved his hand from around your leg, wrapping his fingers around your neck again. Your body shivered, waiting for the pressure of his hand as his hips rocked against yours.

He chuckled darkly, teeth grazing against your shoulder before his lips hovered beside your ear. “Beg for it,” he commented, voice strained as he thrusted into you.

You swallowed, fingers digging into his back. “Choke me,” you groaned, “please.” His hand tightened around your neck, breath hitching in your throat as his thrusts became rougher. He bit back a smug grin at the way you reacted to his antics, relishing in your body beginning for more.

He relaxed his hand, pressing his lips to yours as you struggled to inhale. Heat ran through your body as your leg curled around his waist, nails raking down his back.

You leaned away from his lips, voice coming out unevenly as you moaned his name. His movements became sloppier as you groaned in bliss, tugging the flesh of his bottom lip between your teeth. You tipped your head back slightly as you reached your climax, riding out your pleasure and sending him over the edge as he pulled you closer to him, his hands digging into your hips as he encouraged you to continue grinding against him. You exhaled deeply, pressing your lips against his neck and his cheek before kissing him breathlessly as your movements slowed.

You pulled on your shirt, Karl’s hands moving to rest on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Should we leave a note for Ms. Scarlet?” You joked, making him chuckle as his arms wrapped further around your waist, cheek pressing against your shoulder.

“Who?” He teased.

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[aenaxes]

congrats on 200 my dear!!! i’m so happy i found your writing and look forward to being better friends!!! anywho, the celebration must commence! 🍾 🎉💕 ily!!

for requests, i gotta go w my main man, my first clone love, the darling hardcase (i swear he doesn’t get enough love) 💕 we’re both touch starved adhd fools who love a little too much sometimes and i just wanna smother him w my 🐱 in all the affection he deserves. if you’re up for it, maybe some soft smut for your local bottom? 🥺 i’ve been wanting to get a tattoo that matches his facial markings and wonder how he’d react to seeing it during a gentle moment between the two of you. my pronouns are she/they & i’m 5’6, and i have dark green hair + blue eyes.

you and me & me and you

[hardcase x afab!reader] there is little permanence, and all of them are fleeting, in a war that tips its scales with each new dawn. so while hardcase is away, you decide you’ll carve out your own constant between you and him, and him and you.

warnings: tattoos, unprotected vaginal sex, mushy gooey feelings pt.2

w/c: 2.8k

a/n: my love for hardcase grows day by day, and every day i wake up and cry a little bit because he isn’t real. but it's ok bc ily jj and you're very much real 💕

Seldom do you find Hardcase stunned into complete silence.

Stillness shared between you and Hardcase, rare as those moments may be, is never truly silent. Tackling each other onto the couch, stealing late-night speeder joyrides, sharing the kind of banter that doubles you over so hard your ribs sting for hours afterwards—the energy, the light, linger in the spaces left behind.

But this time, Hardcase simply stares, jaw slack and eyes wide as your fingers curl over the lifted hem of your shirt. No wisecrack quip, no teasing wink, not even so much as a low whistle as you tug your shirt over your head and drop it behind you, straddling his lap over the edge of the bed.

Eyes full of stars, he gawks.

“You—those’re my—hm, okay, wow, uh, hah—” Hardcase’s voice pitches high as his lips open and close around half-formed words.

You watch the whole spectacle as he gasps like a landed fish, grasping for wisps of coherence. And you can’t help the giggle that rises from your throat when he forgoes words entirely and trails off into a breathless half-whimper half-laugh.

“Can I—” he says at last, and his voice cracks hoarse through his sputtering attempt to regain what little composure he had. “Can I touch it?”

At your nod, Hardcase reaches forwards just enough that his fingertips barely brush over your chest. You don’t dare look down to where his calloused fingers meet the skin above your ribs, too afraid that if you take your eyes from Hardcase’s face for even a single heartbeat that you might miss a precious moment of the awestruck wonder in his expression. You find yourself as transfixed as he as you watch him trace the trio of royal blue ink arcing down your sternum and tapering off into twin circles that cradle the curve of your chest.

It’s what this whole evening has been leading up to—your grand reveal kickstarted by his signature lung-crushing hug on the hangar bay. You had braced for it harder than usual when he’d swept you into his arms and lifted you off the dusty platform steel, readying for the particularly bruising ache that comes with the week-old ink needled over the base of your ribs.

To be fair, it wasn’t possible to greet Hardcase without creating some sort of commotion. Even if it was just shy of a week on planetside escort duty, once the gunship was within a metre of the dusty landing bay durasteel, landing protocols be damned, Hardcase would hit the ground running, tossing his helmet behind him and swooping you into his arms. The sheer, unadulterated joy of reunion always found home in how he squeezed you around your middle and spun you about; it was always worth the solid smack over the back of his head (stern, from Rex and, gleefully, from Jesse) for throwing his bucket aside.

But when you had met him with more of a pained grunt than your usual tittering exclamation, Hardcase had dropped you so quickly you’d almost fallen backwards if not for his reflexes to steady you. When he’d stumbled over wide-eyed apologies (and braced past Jesse’s open-palmed whap over his head), you had only laughed and told him to wait until after you had run inventory with Rex.

His fingers finally pause their slow trace over the tattoo on your chest. He feels, sees himself, an emblem on your skin. And when he looks up, he sees you.

“Tats are sore for a bit, ‘Case,” you smile. His eyes are so wide you’re certain if you look just a little more, you’d see yourself in him. You and he, he and you, the same, the same, one. “‘s why I flinched a little.”

Hardcase’s lips open and part around soundless words a few more times, still floating in some limbo between processing disbelief and boundless excitement before he unevenly clears his throat and finally speaks.

“You—you got me inked on you?” Hardcase whispers. Each word has the corners of his lips curling higher as if he had to speak into realization what stood before him; as if his fingertips pressing tender divots into your skin were proof only of the flesh: a universal truth that only needed words to find home in his heart.

You nod, grinning.

“Wanted to have a part of you with me for while you’re away.”

And for a moment, Hardcase’s fingers are the only motion in a still room, stroking soft, repetitive motions over the blue ink of your—his—tattoo.

You silently brace for something loud and present, excited rambling, another crushing hug, affection swept wide and open before you. Instead, Hardcase lets free a single breathless huff and tugs you close.

“You know those are forever, right?” he laughs, his voice rising again.

“That’s why I got it,” you respond, and his laughter only grows brighter.

Hardcase buries his nose into your chest with a groan, and that precious crest of joy bursts over your tongue when you throw your head back and laugh. Gilded and honeyed light finds home in your chest.

“Mesh’la, I need you so bad right now,” Hardcase groans as he brings his arms snug around your waist. And his laughter joins yours this time, voices swelling together when Hardcase rests his brow against your skin and pulls you in close. You make quick work of the rest of your clothes, throwing them somewhere off to the bedside before you sit back down over the firm lines of his thighs.

“I mean, yeah, I sure hope so—was the whole point ‘Case,” you tease, and Hardcase groans, carrying something of breathless disbelief and affection and desire curled into a single whimpering sound.

And as soon as you’re squeezing over his shoulders, suddenly, you feel your gravity tilt, and you yelp as your back connects with the bedspread.

Hardcase cages you under him, one arm propped by your head as the other slips from beneath the small of your back and trails its way back to the centre of your chest, hovering just at the edges of your tattoo. He lingers, treading those shallow waters for a moment more. But where you expect the familiar drag of his blunt nails over the bold lines of blue ink, he dips low. Instead, you gasp when his fingers are replaced by his lips, warm, inviting, home as he presses a single, lingering kiss over the sigil branded into your skin.

“‘Case!” you giggle and kick out your legs at the sudden flick of his tongue over your chest. You feel him laugh into your skin, his breath wisping over where his lips just brush over the edges of the tattoo.

He ghosts one more touch, drawn long and yet chaste in how he nuzzles the tip of his nose into your chest. And the bubbling laughter of before wanes, complete, when he lifts his chin and meets you with the hushed whispers of a smile on his parted lips.

Because it’s him, finding home over the base of your ribs.

It’s him, reflected back into his wide eyes.

It’s you.

He doesn’t surge up to meet you. He doesn’t kiss you with that unabashed brilliance that crushes your lips together so hard your teeth clack. The breath catches in your throat as you watch him move in silence. There is no overexuberant joy when Hardcase shifts higher up on the bed to meet your eyes and slowly runs his thumb over your lower lip. Even then, his touch is so achingly still, deliberation held close and savored slow.

He blinks once, dark eyes full of the soft light only privy to early mornings and late nights when you curl close and bask in each other, bared and whole. You grant his request without hesitation.

Starting low, your fingers smooth over the faded lines of blue tattooed over Hardcase’s chin, the same sigils you keep as your own. Well worn and faded until the line between ink and skin disappeared entirely, the tattoos beneath your fingertips are nothing and everything like yours. You trace higher, following the crest of his lip, the high line of his cheekbone, the dip just beneath his eye where his tattoo begins anew.

He closes his eyes and lets your touch trail over his lashes until your fingers slope over his temple and still over the base of his head. And when he dips his head low, you meet him in the middle, catching his upper lip between yours as he slips one hand between you and thumbs over your tattoo. That touch anchors you as much as you think it must do the same for him, pulling you close and keeping you there while you lick over his lips and breathe him in deep.

Through the warmth heavy in your gut, you feel him slide his other hand down your side, over the contour of your hip, and lift your leg up against him. You hook your leg over the small of his back and tug awkwardly, sending him stumbling forwards, crushing his hand between your chests as he dips down and narrowly catches himself.

No amount of awkward maneuvering breaks the rosy air between you, even as you both tear away from each other to stifle the kind of laughter that lingers.

“This okay?” he murmurs over the waning sigh of a low chuckle, voice warm on your skin and drunk with your taste. He nudges his hips forward, sending a shiver shocking up your spine when you feel his cock brush up against the swell of your cunt.

“Always, Hardcase,” you whisper.

As soon as the words leave your lips, you barely have enough time to suck in another breath before you’re stuttering on your own tongue. The tension slumps out of your shoulders as Hardcase digs his fingertips into your thigh and presses forwards, stretching you out around him in the way only he knows how, setting fire to your nerves and coming home all at once.

No matter how many times you kneel before ritual—habit coming to you as natural and comforting as breath itself—you still find yourself slack-jawed and starry-eyed as Hardcase pushes into you.

That it’s the first time in his four month tour that he’s able to pull you apart and hold you together only makes it better.

It takes all of one long, shuddering exhale for him to push into you in full. The breath you share breaks that stillness, a gasping inhale as his hips connect with the soft curve of your thighs and has the blunt head of his cock nudging so deep in you that you swear you feel the pulse at the base of your ribs, right where your tattoo swells with your whimpering.

Hardcase drops forward with a groan, blindly twining his fingers with yours and leaning down to press his forehead close against yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to see him as you squeeze his hand. The bridge of his nose flush against yours, you bask, exchanging the warmth of breath over the little space between your lips. With his brow pressed into yours, he surrounds you, warmth, warmth, warmth, a setting sun and the grass it kisses still glowing in its wake. He rolls his hips forwards and swallows your wailing moan with his tongue.

Hardcase starts slow, setting a pace that has you feeling every long drag inside you as he draws back then crushes back up against the soft spot inside you that curls your toes. It’s a far cry from the excitement of a welcome back or rendezvous reunion, swapping giddy haste to savor instead, to melt over his tongue as Hardcase slips his free arm under your hips and tugs you impossibly close.

Through the blissed-out tears beaded over your lashes, you can just make out his expression, tense with cresting pleasure, as he leans back and admires you, stretched out before him. And when your legs jerk this time, there is no achingly deep pressure of his cock heavy inside you—only his lips over the centre of your chest as he bows low and kisses your tattoo again, again, laying and sealing claim above the rapid flutter of your heart.

You squeeze his hand, and he lifts his chin to meet your hazy eyes with his own, full with intent, desire, the kind of loyalty transcendent above anything he could ever swear to his generals, to his cause. He squeezes back.

You drop your head back onto the bed when he picks up his pace again, moving his free hand out from under you to stroke his thumb over your clit and smearing the mess of your arousal and his precome over where you stretch around him. Chest heaving, you can only sob and grip tight around his neck as he leans back over you and nuzzles his nose into your collar.

It’s getting harder and harder to tell your breaths apart from his after one stuttering thrust gives way to another. The steady tenderness of before bows under the fizzling heat in your stomach, giving in to rawer need as Hardcase’s movements over your clit fumble erratic. He snaps his hips against yours and drives up hard against your pleasure, mumbling unknowable words under his breath. Desperate for more, you shift back to meet what thrusts you can.

When he leans forwards again, his brow unsteadily knocks against your nose before he can nuzzle over your forehead and press close. You might have laughed, taken the moment to catch your breath over the clumsiness of affections swelling high. But you’re too busy chasing your own pleasure, too enamored with the wet friction of his throbbing cock sliding into your cunt.

Hardcase comes first, thundering rigid through him as he buries his nose at the juncture of your neck and bites down over his own teeth, his jaw flexing against your skin. His tension spreads through you, holds you by your breath and seizes the mounting want in your stomach tight with each heavy spurt of come he grinds into you.

You nose up against his temple—a silent plea for touch even deeper than you already feel it—and he indulges you. Hazy in the aftershocks of his orgasm, Hardcase lifts his head from your collar and crushes his lips against yours. He breathes in your heaving exhales as he kisses you, all open-mouthed warmth coaxing your pleasure.

“So lucky,” Hardcase mumbles, his puffing exhales over your lips matching every thrust into your dripping cunt. “Maker, I’m so fuckin’ lucky.”

Before you can strain some half-hearted tease in response, you’re too delirious on your rousing high. All you can manage is a soundless cry that shocks straight to the white-hot heat welled low in your stomach. Hardcase rolls his calloused thumb over your clit one last time and pulls your orgasm heady and low beneath him.

Pleasure bursts over your tongue, thrumming through you hard enough you swear you black out. Nothing but paralyzing and indulgent sensation shocks through you. There is only Hardcase’s presence to anchor you to the moment in the most intimate signs of life: shared breath, fingers laced tight with yours, lips mouthing words that need neither name nor sound to find warmth at the bottom of your chest.

And when the moment subsides and the ringing in your ears fades, you open your eyes to him, glowing with exhaustion but beaming down on you all the same.

“Maker’s really lookin’ out for me,” Hardcase says at last, brushing his fingertips over the sweat beaded at your temple.

“Yeah?”

You tug him closer against your chest (as well as you can with the tremble in your arms). He follows your lead as you feel him softening inside you, and he settles his nose close over your tattoo, just beneath your beating heart.

“I mean, whatever it is, it got me you.”

“You got me you, ‘Case,” you say. Though the air between you is far from the kind of existential solemnity that demands silence, your attempt to laugh comes only as a soft whisper, hushed as your lips brush over the crown of his head.

Because whatever was up there, pulling those galactic tides and willing life into the universe, even if it had tied those fine red strings strong and true between you and the man curled around you, it didn’t matter. At the end of the day, it was you and him, brought together in a headfirst collision in the cold steel halls of a Jedi cruiser and bound tight over shy planetside advances and cheesy dates.

“Then I got you, and you got me?” Hardcase chuckles, lifting his head and meeting your fond gaze.

“Just us,” you laugh.

Hardcase makes a soft noise of affirmation, his arms pulling snug around your middle. He nuzzles close skin over skin, and when he kisses over your tattoo, the sting of ink and needles fades into a distant memory unknown—all worth the trembling touches he presses over the place you’ve carved out for him alone.

Maybe the Maker helped along the way, but it’s always been you and him, him and you.

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omg omgggggg i’m already obsessed!!!! the vibes are simply impeccable. the jess rory eli dave lane crew. the music. the references. the Longing. and lorelai too!!! god it hurts seeing her so lost like that :(((( but she’s gonna get back on track and take control of her life!! ahhhh i’m so so excited!! ok i will leave you a proper review soon (i think i owe you a few actually 💀💀💀) but i just wanted you to know i read it and love it and i can’t believe i have to wait an entire week for an update 😩 you’re amazing bye!!

no I know… both rory and lor just being so listless without the other person and desperately trying to fill the holes in their hearts… it makes me wanna cry. anyway ILY THANK U SO MUCH i am so glad you liked it <333

[slasherhaven]

Hi! I have too many exams soon soo may i please get a hc for what would slashers do when their collage student s/o got very very stressed about exam and study for DAYS without sleep and got big dark circles and she always looks like she is about to cry. And maybe they worried about her health. Thank you, ily💖💖

Aw man, I feel ya. Hope you get the grades you want!!!

The Slashers with a collage student S/O who is stressed about exams:

Thomas Hewitt 

Thomas knows what it’s like to be overworked and exhausted but he hates seeing you like that.

He feels a little hopeless with helping you study, not really sure how he can help.

But he is determined to make sure you look after yourself.

He’ll make sure you eat, not leaving you alone until you do. He’ll make sure you sleep, carrying you to bed if he has too. He will also insist on take a walk outside, thinking you need a break and that some fresh air might be some help.

And when he comes to check on you, seeing you about ready to cry, Thomas just scoops you up in his arms, insisting that you take a break and just cuddle with him for a bit. You need it. 

Michael Myers 

At first, he doesn’t really think about it. It’s your business. He has no interest in your studies.

However...when something is clearly bothering you this much...well, then Michael starts to pay attention to it.

He can’t really help you. Both because he wouldn’t really know how too and because he’d get bored.

But he will drag you away from your work and force you to take breaks. And he will spend that time with you, knowing that you would just go back to working yourself to death if he didn’t.

Jason Voorhees 

Normally he likes watching you when your busy. Whether you’re studying or just reading, he likes the cute look of concentration on your face.

But this was different. You didn’t look content in your concentration, you looked stressed. Very stressed...and he didn’t like that at all.

He let it be at first, understanding that what you were doing was important, and just stayed silently concerned.

That is, until you started to become outwardly frustrated, tears welling in your eyes. That’s when he’s going to intervene.

Jason will approach you, gently pushing the work away from you, telling you that you need to get some rest. To relax before continuing.

Even if you protest, he’ll insist. Going for a walk in the woods to give you some fresh air, or just cuddling up together until you fall asleep. 

He understands that this is important to you but you need to take care of yourself first.

Brahms Heelshire 

Brahms had been avoiding you a little bit recently, mostly because you always seemed so stressed and it was worrying him. 

At some point you had snapped at him, telling him that you just needed some peace and quiet to get some work done. You had apologised instantly and Brahms wasn’t mad.

But he was getting more and more worried. You weren’t eating regularly (and for once he wasn’t only bothered because of his own sake), and you weren’t sleeping enough, staying up all night, working. He missed cuddling up to you in bed but the dark circles under your eyes was what really concerned him.

He snapped when he saw the tears of frustration welling up in your eyes. That’s it! You’re taking a break!

He’d force you to go on a walk with him in the garden, to eat a proper meal, and to get some well earned rest.

He can’t really help you study, he’d probably just get in the way but he cares about your wellbeing!

Bo Sinclair 

It probably depends on whatever it is that you’re studying but when Bo does try to help, he refuses to admit that he has no idea what this means. Well, you must be smarter than him because holy crap, he doesn’t even know how to help.

His concern about your wellbeing and metal state starts off kind of passive with comments like “you should probably take a break or something” and “you ever going to go to sleep?”

Eventually, when you look like you’re about to cry, he will be more active about helping you. Closing your laptop or book, taking the pen out of your hand and ordering you into the bedroom. You need to take a break and get some rest.

Is still all grumpy when he lays on the bed and pulls you into his arms, letting you cuddle up to him and release a shaky breath.

Take a break and come back to it later, once you’ve got some sleep.

Vincent Sinclair 

When he’s not busy, Vincent usually sits with you while you’re studying. Always willing to lend an ear if you need to talk through something.

Normally he will busy himself with something while you work, so that he doesn’t disturb you.

This time was no different.

When you huffed, muttering harshly to yourself, Vincent looked over at you in concern.

As soon as he sees the tears in your eyes, Vincent is stopping whatever he is doing to check on you. 

He’s pushing the work away from you, asking you to just take a break. It’s difficult to fight him when he looks so worried about you. Vincent will just guide you up to the top of the bed and cuddle with you, smiling to himself when you finally fall asleep. He’s sure it’s been almost a week since you got a proper night’s sleep.

Lester Sinclair 

God, if he could help you study, he would. But looking at this stuff just makes him feel kind of dumb, but that doesn’t seem to bother him too much. He’s always telling you how smart you are though, so he really hopes that you don’t feel that way about yourself.

He’ll do whatever he can to support you and help you in whatever way he can though.

He is concerned about how stressed you are, suggesting that you should take a break and go back to it later.

But he doesn’t get forceful until he sees the tears. Then he is wrapping his arms around you and pleading with you to just get some rest before you burn out completely.

Bubba Sawyer 

Studying is stressful enough. Studying in the Sawyer household? It’s near impossible.

Drayton is usually shouting about something, wanting you to do some sort of chore. Nubbins and ChopTop are always running around, playing music loud, or just causing some sort of trouble. And if you ask any of them to quieten down, they just ask why you bother studying anyway. What’s the point!?! They don’t understand.

Bubba is the only considerate one, encouraging you and trying to keep it quiet for you.

But he gets so worried about you, watching you work yourself into exhaustion. He hates it. Lot’s of concerned babbling and whines.

When he sees that you’re about to just start crying, he quickly pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair and letting you get it all out. It’s then that he decides that you’re taking a break right this second. You can carry on tomorrow, right now you need something to eat and some proper sleep. No arguments. Bubba can be stern when he wants to be, when it comes to your wellbeing.

Billy Lenz 

Billy isn’t much help with actually studying. He’s probably going to get bored or just get in the way more than anything. His absolute feral, chaotic energy is not exactly what you need when you’re trying to concentrate.

But if you need to talk yourself through something that you don’t fully understand, he will listen and nod along, even if he has no idea what you’re talking about.

When he starts to get concern, he just kind of watches you silently with a small frown. He knows that something isn’t right.

When he realises just how stressed you are, that you’re close to crying, you’re going to get a whole lot of cuddles. He doesn’t like that there isn’t much he can do but he can distract you for a moment! And make sure you take a break and get some rest.

Asa Emory (The Collector) 

Ah yeah, he’s been there. While he was probably the time to fly through his studies, perfectly organised and acing everything he did, he does not how much stress exams can put on you.

He is the best person to go to for help. He’ll help you set up a study schedule, give you tips, help you study. This is one of the few things that he doesn’t instantly take control of, he just wants to help.

He doesn’t like that you’re not looking after yourself but he does love your determination to do your absolute best.

He’ll just force you to go to bed, reminding you that you can’t study effectively if you’re running on no sleep. You’ll do better if you get enough rest and look after yourself. 

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

He won’t plan any trips around this time, you need him here...or you’re just not going to look after yourself properly.

He notices that you’re not sleeping properly instantly but forces you to get some sleep when the dark circles under your eyes become noticeable.

He’ll help you set up a schedule or just be there to help you wrap your head around something if you just need to talk yourself through it.

Jesse loves how much effort you put into your studies but he hates seeing you so stressed, looking like you were about to cry.

Anything he can do to make it easier for you, he’ll do it. He also make sure you take breaks, even if he has to pick you up and carry you away from your work.

Otis Driftwood

He still does get the point of studying and collage in general but if it’s something you want to do, he will support it. And he’s expressed this to you honestly.

But as soon as it starts upsetting you like this? He’s furious.

He’s no so subtle about it. You’re tired, you have dark circles under your eyes, you look like you’re about to cry, there is no way you are getting any productive work down right now, so you’re going to take a damn break.

He’s dragging you away from your work if you protest.

You clearly need to relieve some stress...and do you know that an effect method of stress relief is???

Baby Firefly 

Baby is a great distraction!

She noticed that you were sleeping properly instantly because you weren’t going to bed with her and instantly started to try to fix that.

But when she started to see your frustration and the tears welling in your eyes, she wasn’t backing down.

She’s pulling you up from your seat before you can protest, already talking about what you’re going to do today. 

Likely only watch a movie until you fall asleep to her playing with your hair because she knew that you just needed to get some sleep and stop working yourself so hard for a moment.

Yautja (Predator) 

He loves that you’re interested in knowledge and education but he doesn’t like this effect it’s having on you right now.

He will help you in whatever way he can but right now you need help that you won’t ask for or even allow yourself at the moment.

You need to take a break and rest before continuing your studying. You’ll do better that way. Can’t you see that?

Your mate just wants to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. And if that means throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you away from your studies?...he’s definitely going to do it.

You definitely haven’t had enough sleep recently. So sleep and eat something, then he will let you get back to work.

[100hearteyes]

I'm speechless! This episode was truly emotionally jam-packed. Never did I think the ILY (well, more like ILdY) and first name would be uttered in a situation like this. It kind of felt good though, if that makes sense? Also, I really liked that Jesse tapped Kate's knee, a small gesture but it felt like the first sign of acceptance from him. Overall, this episode did not disappoint and I can't wait to see what Captain Ernie and(?) wingwoman Tennant is going to put Kate up to 👀

Ah the ask I got BEFORE I even watched the episode 😒 luckily I stopped reading before I got to the spoilers! I'm not mad, but I'd appreciate it if you were a little bit more careful next time.

That said, OH MY GOD THERE WERE SO MANY GREAT MOMENTS. Lucy knowing exactly where Kate would be at 6 am on a Saturday. Lucy being absolutely tongue-tied at the sight of surfer Kate 😂😂😂 Lucy being super protective - both hella worried and annoyed at Kate going in alone AND defending her from her boss. The bullpen banter, like an anon wanted! And then... Oh my god. Lucy crying 😢 her being so sad about the promotion thing because it's like Kate is dangling their broken relationship in front of her 😢 and SHE SAID I LOVE(d) YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT'S ALSO THE FIRST TIME SHE SAID KATE! Great choice by the writers, brought maximum pain but also felt all that much more meaningful!

Now I need Ernie to jump in and save ship!!!

Also, I totally understand Lucy going back to the date with Skylar (if you doubted it ain't about to work though) after that emotional scene. Now it's up to Kate to show she's for real and she's ready to put her heart on the line!

[that-was-anticlimactic]

dragon prince for the ask game :)

favorite character

ummmmm dang this is hard. frick. okay, imma do it. amaya. i love her. one reason i was drawn to her is because she uses sign and i've taken like. six years of asl and the show did an Amazing job with this rep (and i say this as a hearing person! from the perspective of someone who has taken six years of asl and signed with many deaf people, i think it's incredible rep) and the signing is actually accurate which is really freaking cool ! plus, she's just a fun, fierce, protective character and she loves the kids so much and she's so resilient and i love her friendship with gren what an icon (adrian petriw ily)

second favorite character

ahhhh okay. okay. this is so hard. i am Torn. literally. cannot choose so here are the options: callum, soren, claudia, ezran. i just. don't make me choose~

least favorite character

viren solely because of the way he treats soren compared to claudia :) because like i know you're being corrupted hun, but like... that one moment that imma talk about in a later question... dude...

the character I’m most like

... i am genuinely unsure. i feel like... i would be a mix of claudia and callum... claudia is a little too extroverted and confident for me and idk i just feel like i wouldn't solely be callum... this is hard dang... usually i have an answer, but i'm really not sure for this one...

favorite pairing

AMAYA AND JANAI !!! they are so cute i will CRY i love them so much !!! i actually don't have too much to say about them right now, but i'm Really Freaking Hoping they let this become canon !!!

least favorite pairing

i'm about to piss some people off but... here we go... rayla and callum 😬 idk, they're chemistry and romantic relationship development just didn't seem natural to me and felt more forced??? like i feel bad for saying that because they are cute and i love each character individually, i just felt like their romantic relationship was rushed and forced and i don't care about it as much as the show wants me too. i feel like i would like it a lot more if they did like a kataang romantic arc, ya know?

favorite moment

okay so the moment when claudia and soren visit their dad in jail and claudia goes "but dad, soren could've died!" and viren just lurches forward and goes "that doesn't matter!" and soren just has this look on his face and he goes "...dad?" iT HURTS ME SO MUCH BUT IT IS SO GOOD AHHHHHHHH

rating out of 10

umm i would say eight maybe? again, the forced relationship isn't my favorite and i wish it had less focus. but the cast of this show is Stellar. i mean, jack de sena, racquel belmonte, jesse inocalla, jason simpson, adrian petriw, rhona rees, vincent tong, nicole oliver (... okay look i have a voice actor obsession)

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