#i'll brb with some gifs

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although  this  is  a  plotting-based  rp-blog,  plotting  is  not  required,  however,  highly  encouraged  if  you  wish  to  interact  with  hera.  that  said,  by  liking  and/or  interacting  with  this  post,  you  are  inviting  us  to  into  your  ims  /  discord  to  chat and / or plot  at any time !! 

feel  free  to  take  a  look  at  our  wishlist  for  any  inspiration  (a  lot  of  it  is  shippy  -  sorry,  but  we  love  ships  lol)  and  please  note  that  i  am  always  open  to  answering  any  questions  you  may  have  about  my  muse! 

this  would  also  be  a  perfect  time  to  tell  me  if  your  muse  is  interested  in  shipping  with  hera  in  any  way  (platonic,  romantic,  purely  sexual,  etc)...  as  mentioned,  we  love  romantic-shipping  (hera  deserves  all  the  love  in  the  world,  lets  be  real)  but  plotting  is  very  much  needed  since  hera  can  be  a  little  difficult  to  deal  with.  that  said,  i  personally  love  messy  ships,  slow  burns,  and  all  the  angst  in  the  world  lol

plotting  will  also  automatically  get  you  a  starter  !! however,  only  when  i  feel  i  have  enough  to  write  something  up  on! 

[priapussdick]

I'll miss him🤧

[wholoveseggs]

Also I need a major size difference one shot. I’m talking princess treatment, belly bulging, Elijah just being able to pick up the reader like it’s nothing. Maybe standing sex

Princess

... BRB DROOLING

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You and Elijah have a night of kinky fun.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @elijahmikaelsonsboy !! & anon(s) - this is the wildest thing I've written (except maybe any of my poly works) - this also goes out to the anon who asked for spanking! I see you and I appreciate you! enjoy ♡♡

5.1k words - Warnings: this is pure 100% pulp free smut, dom!elijah, sub!reader, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking, some serious spanking, lots of praise & a little punishment, tinsy bit of bdsm, ice play, oral sex, face fucking, squirting... Elijah being sweetheart even while being dom ♡

"Eli- I don't know," you whispered as his large hands gripped your waist tightly, keeping you underneath him. He was so big and broad that when he held you, there was no way you could squirm out from under him, even if you wanted to.

"What's wrong?" his warm breath fanned across the nape of your neck, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. He slowly pulled off the delicate bra you had put on that morning, exposing you completely for him. He loved it when you were bare underneath him; all shy and submissive.

You gave him a nervous look, all wide eyed and fidgety. "My-" you cut yourself off and your cheeks blushed in a fiery red blush. He took your hand and gave it a squeeze, encouraging you to speak. He knew how hard it was to sometimes get a sentence out. You were so shy and sweet, new to the whole submission thing. But Elijah, the softie that he was, loved to shower you with so much attention and care. So he kissed along your collarbone and rubbed along your sides, making you giggle shyly.

"It's okay, princess," his voice cooed along your sensitive skin, the pet name doing wonders in giving you an extra bit of encouragement. "I just wanna know what you're worried about."

You pushed down the urge to bury your face in his neck to avoid the topic completely and spoke up a little more confidently. "Your um... you're really..." you sighed in mild frustration at how bad you were at this whole talking thing. The fact that his intense eyes were watching your every move didn't help you either. But, with a soft, warm hand placed at your thigh, he helped ground you again, calming your mind enough to actually talk.

"You're just... so big... a-and I-" his eyes widened at what you were implying. This would definitely be fun. 

"Is my love worried I'll be too much for you?" he questioned as his fingers grazed against your wet panties. "Hmm? My fingers are a lot thicker than yours, baby."

You whined as his fingertips rubbed back and forth so gently along the material. It wasn't nearly enough friction to get you off. "Yeah," your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. "You're the biggest I've ever had."

He leaned closer, his fingers moving the flimsy material aside. "Are you afraid I'll be too rough? Or hurt you?" His voice was so low and hot against you that the small vibrations of his deep voice were enough to make you arch against him. But Elijah kept your back against the bed, trapping you so you wouldn't wiggle too much.

"Just a little," you confessed. You're never had rough, really kinky sex. So it was a pretty big jump.

"If it gets too much, just say stop." His smile was warm and kind, giving you all of the comfort in the world. It's not like you didn't trust him completely and fully, you were just nervous about having his entire cock in your tiny little pussy.

You gave him a timid little nod, urging him to keep going. Your chest felt light and fluttery, and the dull throb in between your legs was getting stronger.

"I'm going to take my time, just for you," he peppered warm, soft kisses along your tummy, stopping at the waistband of the thin, silky thong you decided to wear just for the occasion. "No rush whatsoever. This is all for you and no one else.” 

He slowly stripped your bottoms off until there was nothing left to take off. Then he pulled back and stood up, you reached out towards him but he only smiled reassuringly.

 "Be right back, keep your legs open," his demand was quiet but very effective as you obediently spread them apart so he could have a full view of what belongs to him and only him.

Once he left his bedroom, you began to relax once more, trusting Elijah to take care of you. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied; and if something got too much, he would know, even when he was giving you commands.

You laid still, wondering what was taking him so long until your head picked up once more at the sound of the door opening and closing. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip when his form reappeared, holding something in his right hand. 

A bowl of ice.

"Eli?"

"Yes, angel?"

His endearing nickname made your chest tighten with so much warmth. It also brought another kind of heat to the space right in between your thighs.

"Ice?"

Elijah kneeled, one hand caressing your right thigh as the other grabbed a cube and began to slowly roll it along your navel, eliciting shivers to travel across your back at the cold sensation. He simply smiled and continued to let the freezing cube trace along your stomach, enjoying every movement that made you squeak and twitch.

He put it back in the bowl and slowly pulled off his tie, looking as breathtakingly attractive as ever. You knew what this meant and you immediately put your wrists above your head, grinning up at this beautiful man you were so lucky to call yours.

Once he had tied your wrists and made sure they weren't too tight and you weren't uncomfortable at all, his thumb brushed along your lower lip. His touch was warm and careful, the way you liked it the best.

"Look at you," he sounded absolutely entranced by you; eyes gazing all over your form. The bed dipped a bit under his weight as he rested over you once more, his body casting a shadow that almost covered all the light. "So gorgeous... so amazing," his praises filled your head with pure honey, turning everything warm and lovely.

"Keep your eyes closed," he pressed an ice cube along your breasts, leaving a burning trail behind it. You whimpered and shuddered as the cold made goosebumps rise on your body and caused your nipples to pucker into little, sensitive buds. It was quickly warmed by his mouth, but the sensation still shocked you, causing a rush of pleasure to flood between your thighs.

The ice was melting with all of the body heat. Droplets of melted water rolled down along your sides and soaked into the blankets beneath your naked body. More water dripped right down the center of your neck, his lips trailing after it and slowly lapped at your skin. His lips were warm, soothing the sharp sting from the frozen cube.

You struggled in your restraints, the sensations a little overwhelming and just- so damn good. You had never been teased and played with like this before, it made you feel a sort of freedom that you had no idea you were missing. You wanted him so badly that it made your legs tremble. And the fact that your eyes were closed just heightened everything else. You could feel him smiling against your skin, loving how responsive your body was to his touches.

The hand not holding the melting piece of ice traced along your right side, skimming down the curves of your body until it reached your lower stomach. Making you squirm a little at how ticklish your lower stomach was.

The ice cube rested above the apex of your thighs, the water dripping down your pussy lips until it touched along the entrance of your slit.

"Eli," you whispered, trying to keep your eyes closed just like he asked you to. It was so tempting to open them, to see him looming over you while using the freezing ice cube against your burning and needy body. "Please... stop teasing.."

He seemed satisfied at the desperation lacing your sweet voice, chucking the ice back into the bowl so he could move on to the next phase.

"Look at me," the deepness of his voice snapped your eyes open and you could hardly breathe at the raw desire swirling in his dark eyes. They looked absolutely glazed over with want, yet still maintaining their sharp edges.  

"Eyes on me the entire time," he whispered, his middle finger eased into you, not stopping until he was completely buried in your heat. You pulled on your restraints, wanting to wrap your arms around his shoulders but he tied them well, just how he likes them.

He chuckled at your struggle, moving his fingers agonizingly slow in and out of you. "Something tells me that if I untied your wrists right now," he continued to pump them in and out, watching intently at how you couldn't stop your tiny cries from escaping. It was clear that he was driving you crazy, you couldn't hide the trembles or the tugs at his restraints. "You would reach down and start touching yourself... would you like that?"

Your face turned so hot it made you feel dizzy. Your legs bent up, feet planted on the mattress, he didn't like that, forcefully spreading them wider apart, his eyes stern. "Would you?"

"Y- yes-"

"Hmmm?"

"Yes... daddy," the last part was said just above a whisper, your words coming out a bit fast and shyly. It made you so embarrassed how much the name excited you. It didn't help that it fit Elijah so well, he was always taking care of everyone else that it made sense for you to give him the title.

He reached up and untied your restraints, eyes intently watching as you reached right in between your thighs. "Good girl... keep those legs open,"

You rubbed your clit slowly, your eyes locked on his the entire time. Your fingers moved quicker as your hips ground in little circles, desperate for some sort of relief. He hummed in approval, adding a second finger that stretched you wonderfully.

"Such a dirty little princess aren't you?" his palm curled upwards against that spongy spot inside you as he spoke, causing you to shake so hard you almost forgot his question.

His eyebrows arched, mirroring your expressions as your eyes went unfocused. You tried to form coherent words but it was hard when the only thoughts going through your mind was how damn good his fingers felt, so much bigger than your own.

"Answer my question,"

You swallowed past the lump in your throat and shook your head. "I'm only dirty when it comes to you,"

Your heart almost swelled right out of your chest at the blissful smile he gave, he leaned down and kissed all along your cheek and neck, whispering just how proud of you he was. His words pushed you a little bit over the edge, making your walls clench desperately around him, not wanting the pleasure to fade away.

"That's it, cum on my fingers," he growled against the shell of your ear, biting softly.

His voice was so primal that you couldn't do anything but obey, falling completely into his world while the heat in your tummy erupted like a bomb, pleasure tearing through your muscles, and you saw bursts of white across your eyelids.

"That's it," he cooed as you continued to moan, his fingers gently working you down from the high. "There's my sweet girl,"

His lips met yours and you immediately pulled him closer, his body blanketing you comfortably as he kissed you like a starving man. His hands gripped your waist, holding you still while his hips rubbed his hard bulge right against your wet slit. You whined into his mouth, feeling his erection slide back and forth, rubbing against your clit.

He pushed your thighs a little wider, pulling his lips away from yours so he could lean over you. His forehead rested against yours, both of you trying to catch your breaths. He continued to grind against you, his eyes closing and jaw clenching as he groaned, his sounds deep and rough. You could tell he was holding himself back, trying to be as gentle as possible, but you were so turned on, you just wanted him to unleash himself on you.

"Daddy," your small hands tugged on his hair, making his hips stutter a little bit. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, lips brushing his ear. "Fuck me."

He growled at your words, the vibrations from his chest traveling through his body. He wasn't the kind of man that needed to be told twice. His hands hooked underneath your knees, pushing them up and out as far as they could go.

"Keep them open," he commanded, pulling back just a little to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders and undid his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. You bit your lip, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

He raised his eyebrows, giving you a disapproving shake of his head.

You giggled, but did as he said and opened them, keeping them as wide apart as you could.

His eyes softened just a little, his fingertips trailing up and down your soft skin. His other hand undoing his belt, slowly pulling his pants down along with his briefs, letting his thick cock spring out and brush against the smooth skin of your tummy.

"You've been so good," he praised, lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly rubbed his head in a circle along your slit, gathering your wetness. 

He kept his eyes locked with yours as his hands slid down, holding your hips steady. You were already starting to feel a little nervous, he was definitely the biggest you've ever had. He eased in slowly, his breath hitching as he felt just how tight you were.

Your heels dug into the sheets, your hands scrambling for something to hold on to. Your body instinctively tried to pull away but he held you down, keeping you firmly in place. He pushed deeper, groaning lowly at the feeling of you surrounding him.

"Daddy-" your voice cracked, your legs closing automatically, the sensation almost too much for you to take. But Elijah held you tightly in place, leaning down so he could whisper into your ear.

"Relax," he kissed right underneath the shell of your ear. His soft lips felt good against your heated skin. "Don't fight it."

Your toes curled and your fingers clenched, but you managed to take a few deep breaths. Once he was completely sheathed, you felt so full it was a little hard to breathe.

"So damn tight," he groaned, his grip on your thighs bruising, his eyes locked on the sight of your stomach bulging slightly with the girth of his cock.

"You fit me so perfectly, baby girl," his hand running over the bulge, his words making you blush so deeply. "It's like you were made for me,"

His hips pulled back before snapping forward again, making you cry out and dig your hands into his strong shoulders. His pace was slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of him, the stretch of his cock was addicting.

His hands ran all over your body, caressing your sides, kneading your breasts, tracing along the column of your neck, just touching and exploring every inch of you. You barely registered these touches, so distracted by the pleasure between your legs.

"God- you're so big," you panted out, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You like it don't you? Being split open by me?"

His hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, just applying enough pressure to make your head spin.

You swallowed against his hand, finding it hard to even form any sentences at the moment. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your legs spreading as far as they could, wanting to feel him even deeper.

"Say it," his hips snapped harder, making a strangled noise rip from your throat. His grip tightened a bit more, causing everything to feel even sharper.

"I love it Elijah," you whimpered, your eyes rolling back. "Fuck-"

Your body felt like it was floating, his hands the only thing grounding you. He could tell you were close, your little body shaking underneath him and your whimpers getting louder and higher in pitch. You were such a vision. So beautiful. But he didn't want this to end so quickly, not when he had waited so long to have you like this.

"Cumming already?" his hips slowed, making you groan and claw at his forearms. You could tell he was close to, the restraint in his tone was a dead giveaway.

You shook your head, clearly lying, and his expression hardened a little. His hips were torturously slow, his fingers tracing along the side of your neck.

"Liars get punished," his thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, his eyes dark and intense. "Do you understand?"

His hips stilled and he pulled out, his hardness laying heavily against your lower stomach.

"Y- yes," you stuttered, your entire body buzzing with the need for release. Your pussy felt so empty, clenching around nothing.

He stood, pulling his pants back up, making sure to not be too obvious about the large bulge pressing against the front of his pants.

"Up." he held out his hand, waiting patiently for you to gather the strength to move.

The moment you sat up he grabbed your hair, yanking you up until you were standing. You stumbled forward, he pulled your face to his, his breath ghosting across your lips.

"On your knees,"

You didn't even hesitate to sink down, his hand guiding you to where he wanted. The hardwood floor was a little uncomfortable, but the way Elijah was looking at you, it made everything worth it.

You opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out, just waiting for him. He smiled, running his thumb along your lower lip.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice rough and deep, filled with pure lust. His cock was shiny with your slick, a small drop of precum leaking from the tip. You couldn't help but lick it off, tasting yourself on him. He groaned, his grip tightening a bit.

"Open wide,"

You did as he said, looking up at him with innocent eyes, the sight made him growl, his cock twitching right in front of your lips. You smiled and opened your mouth, his hands resting on top of your head as his hips jerked forward, sliding into your mouth.

You loved when he fucked your mouth, feeling him lose control like this, it was so sexy. Your eyes were watering, a tear falling down your cheek as he hit the back of your throat. He wiped it away, still the gentleman even in the most carnal of moments.

You relaxed your jaw and bobbed your head, trying to fit as much of his thick length as possible, but failing a bit, gagging slightly. He groaned loudly and pulled you off of him by your hair, the sting making your head swim with need.

"You can do better than that," his tone was playful and teasing, making you blush deeply. He was so big, his girth was almost intimidating, you could hardly fit him in your mouth. But his tone made you try harder, opening wider and swallowing down, the taste of him making your thighs clench together.

His grip was bruising, holding you in place while his hips rocked back and forth, using your mouth and throat for his own pleasure.

His eyes were hooded and his breathing was uneven, but he was still composed. That's what you admired about him, no matter the situation, he was always calm and in control.

He was Elijah Mikaelson after all, and you were just a little human, yet you held so much power over him. It was thrilling. You wanted to see how far you could push him, to see just how deep his possessive side really ran. Just a tiny bit. You wanted to see what it would take to make him crumble.

"What a perfect princess you are,"

Your eyes snapped back to him and you smiled a little, the corners of your mouth turning upwards around his cock. Your tongue pressed flat against the underside, your head starting to move a little faster, taking him a little deeper each time.

You were being so good, doing everything he asked, and it was turning him on to no end. You could tell from the way his jaw was clenching and the little noises coming from the back of his throat. The way his eyes couldn't look away from your lips, his hand holding you in place.

He was starting to get a little rough, his hips rocking in and out, making your eyes water again. He groaned as his cock slid to the back of your throat, his other hand joining the one already tangled in your hair, both holding you still as he thrust deeper. Your tongue flattened against his shaft and he started to fuck your mouth with earnest.

His grip on your hair turned painful and your nose was pressed into his dark curls. Your eyes began to water as you gagged, the head of his cock buried deep in the back of your throat.

He didn't let you pull off until he felt you really struggling, letting you catch your breath before pushing you down again. He was a little rougher, his hips giving short and hard thrusts.

"You're doing so well," he sounded a bit wrecked, his breathing uneven and his voice deeper. His hips were moving a little faster, chasing his own high.

"Just like that,"

You moaned around him, his hips starting to shake a little, and that's when you decided to act, you wanted to make him cum.

You reached behind him, grabbing his ass to pull him impossibly close, taking him to the back of your throat the final few times. The sudden action startled him a little and his self control slipped. Your name was choked out from deep in his chest. The sound sent a hot spike straight to your core, the primal desperation in his tone made your heart race.

The noise went straight through him, his self control shattering like glass, his grip tightening around your skull. You couldn't breathe, couldn't pull away, so you took him down as deep as you could, feeling his release shoot straight down your throat.

His body was shaking, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing was uneven, but it didn't last long. He looked down at you with a stern expression.

"Did I say you could do that?"

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your lips. "No... I didn't."

You couldn't help the smile that crept up, his eyes were practically black with lust. He was surely going to punish you now.

"On the bed." he growled.

You didn't waste any time, hopping onto the plush comforter, kneeling in the middle and waiting for his next command.

He grabbed his belt from the floor, slowly walking towards the bed, his eyes locked on yours.

"Turn around and bend over,"

He watched intently, his belt folded over in his hands.

Your cheeks flushed as you moved to get on all fours, arching your back a little, swaying your hips a bit, showing off your curves.

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure he was watching, and the sight made you whimper. His eyes were hooded and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, the belt was held tightly in his fist, a little vein protruding from his hand.

"Eyes front." he snapped, the sound of the leather sliding against itself made your heart race.

The anticipation was almost too much. You had never done this before, had no idea how it would feel, but you were aching to find out.

"How many do you think you deserve?" his hand ran along the curve of your spine, his touch light and warm, making you shiver.

"F-four?" you questioned, your voice was soft and hesitant, you could practically hear him smile.

"I'll give you eight, and you're going to count each one."

His hand smoothed over your backside, squeezing and rubbing softly. You could feel his cock resting on the curve of your ass, heavy and thick, already half hard again.

He raised his arm, the belt folded in his hand. The anticipation was killing you. You could barely breathe.

His hand caressed the swell of your ass one last time before raising the belt, a sharp crack rang throughout the room. You cried out, your body jerking forward, the pain seared right across the soft skin.

"Count." He snapped, his tone sharp and impatient.

"O-one."

Another hit.

"Two,"

A third.

"Three."

By the fourth hit, you were shaking, gripping the sheets to keep yourself grounded, but his next hit almost knocked you over.

"Four!" you squeaked out, your voice cracking as tears stung the corners of your eyes.

"I'm not even using my full strength," he sounded amused, his tone gentle and soft. His full strength would probably send you flying into the next room and you giggled at the thought.

"Don't laugh." he scolded, the belt slapping down on your skin, the sting even sharper.

"F-five!"

Another hard hit and you were whimpering, but you still tried to be as good as possible.

"S-six."

You could feel yourself growing wetter, the pain was so sharp, so searing, it almost felt like it was turning into pleasure.

"Seven!" you cried, burying your face in the sheets, the pain was starting to blur.

The belt came down one last time, leaving a dark red line right across the backs of your thighs.

"Eight," you sobbed, your entire body shaking.

"You did so well." He cooed, his fingers running along the welts, soothing the ache. "I knew you would."

You were trembling, his fingers dipping between your legs, gathering the slick that had collected on the inside of your thighs.

"So wet." he sounded amused. "You like being my little slut, don't you?"

You whimpered, unable to answer. His finger was circling your clit, sending hot sparks through your veins.

"Tell me," his hand landed on your ass again, the sting even sharper. "Tell me you like being my little slut."

You gasped, your body writhing. "Y-yes daddy, I love being your little slut,"

He chuckled, his other hand running along the curve of your spine, his fingers tangling in your hair again, pulling you towards him so your back was arched.

"That's what I thought," he let go of your hair and turned you around, scooping you up into his arms.

You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck, a little surprised by the sudden change. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass tightly, his lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck.

You could feel his hardness pressing into you, and your legs clenched around his hips. You could feel every muscle shifting underneath his skin, his strength and power was thrilling. He was one of the most powerful creatures in the world and here he was, holding you so gently.

You kissed him softly, running your fingers through his dark hair, his stubble scratching against your skin. He lowered you down onto his cock, your nails digging into his shoulders, letting him swallow up your gasps and moans.

His pace was slow and deep, savoring the moment, letting you feel every inch. His strong hands supported you, making sure you didn't fall, lifting you up and down his length.

You were a mess. Whimpering and clinging to him, so desperate for release. He was using you just how he wanted, holding you tight and fucking you hard. You were both so close, so on edge, his pace started to falter and his breath was becoming more uneven.

"Eli," you gasped, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your hands in his hair, his arms tight around your waist.

He pressed you back down into the bed, his hands intertwining with yours, pinning them above your head. His hips snapped forward, and his pace became brutal, pounding into you hard and fast, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your legs shook around his hips, you couldn't stop the whimpers and cries from pouring out of you. His forehead was pressed against yours, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed.

Your back arched off the bed, your legs trembling uncontrollably. Your orgasm came crashing down, making you cry out, your pussy gushing and clenching so tightly  that it pushed his cock out. He groaned at the sight, spilling his release all over your pussy and stomach, watching in awe as your walls clenched around nothing, soaking the sheets.

Your body went limp, your eyes fluttering closed, your breathing labored and uneven. You were exhausted, sore and spent.

He leaned down and kissed you, so sweet and gentle, his hands cupping your cheeks.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" he looked a bit worried, his thumb brushing along your cheek.

You giggled and nodded. "I'm fine, more than fine." you leaned into his touch, pressing your lips to his palm. "That was perfect."

"Good," he sighed, a smile spreading across his lips. "You did so well,"

"Thank you,"

"Do you need anything? A drink or-"

"I'm fine Elijah," you cut him off, giggling again. He was so sweet, so considerate. "I promise."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again, his hand cupping your jaw. "Let me clean you up,"

"Okay," you whispered, a content sigh escaping your lips. He pulled back, his hand smoothing across your forehead, moving the stray hairs from your face.

"Stay here,"

You nodded and relaxed into the bed, your limbs like jelly, your eyelids starting to droop.

By the time he returned you had fallen asleep, curled up in a ball, snoring softly. He smiled and gently cleaned you off, pulling the blankets over you, watching for a few minutes, admiring the way your chest rose and fell with each breath.

 He kissed your forehead softly, "Goodnight princess, you were perfect.”

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through the hourglass 378. brb x oc

a/n: BABY BOOOOOOOY(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: just some suggestive stuff uwu

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“You know.”

“Hm?”

“Your office is pretty nice.”

He smirks lazily, nuzzling her brown tresses before kissing her head. The two were still in there, partially clothed,coming down from their high, sitting on his chair, enjoying the silence. Honestly, she was surprised the two of them stayed, she half expected him to pick her up and carry her out but apparently her husband wanted to live dangerously, “I’m glad you approve of it.”

Beatrice snuggled closer into Rooster's embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. She traced lazy circles on his chest, her fingers dancing lightly over his skin as they enjoyed the quiet intimacy of the moment. “Nevermind its in a Naval base.”

Rooster chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through his chest as he held Beatrice close. "Yeah, I guess it's not your typical romantic getaway," he admitted, his voice tinged with amusement. "But it's our getaway, and that's all that matters."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her eyes sparkling with love. "That's all that matters," she echoed, her voice soft and filled with affection.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, basking in each other's presence and the warmth of their love. The only sound in the room was the soft hum of the air conditioning, and the wind outside.

"Roos," she began, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, "Do you ever think about... the future?"

Rooster's expression softened at Beatrice's question, his gaze turning thoughtful. "All the time," he admitted, his voice quiet. "I think about where we'll be in five, ten, twenty years from now. I think about our kids, and our future together."

"What do you see?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rooster's smile widened, "I see...us," he replied, his voice filled with certainty. "I see us growing old together, watching our kids grow up and start families of their own, if they want to. I see us traveling the world, experiencing new adventures together. I see us happy, content, and more in love than ever."

Beatrice felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, overcome with emotion at Rooster's words. "That sounds perfect," she whispered, “I think you’ll look great with graying hair.” he arches his brow in response, “In a silver fox type of way.”

"I'll hold you to that," he replied, his voice tinged with amusement. "And I think you'll look stunning with a few gray hairs of your own."

Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully, swatting him on the chest. "Flattery will get you nowhere," she teased, her voice filled with laughter.

Rooster leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Beatrice's ear. "Oh, I don't know about that," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I think it's gotten me pretty far already."

Beatrice felt a shiver run down her spine at Rooster's words, her cheeks flushing pink as she leaned into his touch. "You are relentless.”

Rooster grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Only for you, gorgeous," he replied, "Only for you."

After a while, Beatrice spoke up again, her voice quiet. "Roos," she began, her fingers ceasing tracing patterns on his chest, "Do you think we should uh…” she pauses, “...go home now? It is…pretty late and we’re here,when we…shouldn’t be?”

Rooster's smile softened at Beatrice's question, his eyes filled with warmth as he looked at her. "You're right," he admitted, his voice gentle. "We probably should head home before someone notices we're here."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of getting caught. "I don't want to cause any trouble," she murmured, “You know, for you…”

Rooster reached out to cup Beatrice's cheek, his touch gentle. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured, his voice filled with comfort. "We'll just slip out quietly and no one will be the wiser."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "...you know.” she begins as he hands her her dress, “You mentioned wanting to do this since we started dating.”

“Mhm.”

“What else did you plan?” she says as she pulls her panties up her legs, “Because we did come here once before we got married, and now we’re here after we got married and you are promoted…care to elaborate, LC?”

Rooster grinned mischievously at Beatrice's question, "Well, I do have a few more surprises up my sleeve," he admitted, his voice low and teasing. "But you'll just have to wait and see."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow at Rooster's cryptic response, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, really?" she replied,snapping the elastic over her hips. "And what might those surprises be, LC?"

Rooster hummed softly, leaning in closer to whisper in Beatrice's ear. "If I told you, they wouldn't be surprises anymore," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "But I can promise you one thing: they'll be so worth the wait."

Beatrice felt a shiver run down her spine at Rooster's words, her heart racing like a horse. "I can't wait," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I love surprises."

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's enthusiasm, his eyes shining with affection. "I know you do," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "And I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see what I have planned." and he slaps her bare ass enough to make her jump.

With that, and once both were completely dressed,Rooster took Beatrice's hand in his and led her out of the office, careful to avoid any prying eyes as they made their way through the base. “I still have no idea how you pulled this off.” she whispered, letting him guide her in the darkened hallways, “Did I mention I love how crazy you can be sometimes?”

Rooster chuckled softly, squeezing Beatrice's hand as they walked. "I'm just full of surprises, I guess," he replied,pecking her forehead. "And I'll take that as a compliment, thank you."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart overflowing with love for him. "You're welcome," she replied, her voice warm and affectionate. "Also…doesn’t anyone…you know, wander around? Guards or something,” he takes her to another hallway, “That you know…guard the base?”

"Don't worry, gorgeous," he reassured her, "I know this base like the back of my hand. I'll make sure we don't run into any guards."

Beatrice nodded, çaughing nervously. "Good to know," she replied, letting him lead them along. "I'd hate to get caught sneaking around like a couple of teenagers."

Rooster chuckled softly, pulling Beatrice closer as they continued down the hallway. "Trust me," he murmured, "We'll be fine. Just stick close to me and follow my lead."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart swelling with love for him. "I always do," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rooster's smile softened at Beatrice's words, his eyes shining with affection. "And I'm grateful for that," he replied, “Come on, the Bronco is close.”

“We parked it a few steps outside the base Roos, so no one would know we’re here.”

“Damn right, and no one will.” With that, Rooster pushed open the door to the base, the cool night air washing over them as they stepped outside. Beatrice followed closely behind him, her heart pounding in her chest as they made their way towards the outside.

As they reached the Bronco, Rooster unlocked the doors and helped Beatrice into the passenger seat. He slid into the driver's seat beside her, a grin plastered across his face.

"Mission accomplished," he said proudly, turning the key in the ignition and starting the engine. "Now, let's get out of here before anyone notices we're even here.”

She leans back, sinking on the seat, “Jesus that was intense,” her cheeks heat up, “I-I mean, all of it, but right now–now it was um…more,kind of,a bit.” she covers her face, “You are making me flustered!”

“Me?” he smirks, turning the engine on, “Well,sorry about that, gorgeous," he replied, his finally driving away from there. "I can't help it if you find me irresistible."

Beatrice peeked out from behind her hands, her cheeks still flushed pink. "Oh, please," she teased, her voice tinged with laughter. "You're just lucky I find your antics endearing."

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's response, feeling a rush of warmth flood his chest. "I'll take what I can get," he replied, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "Although, you know, that’s not what you called me after we were done–”

“Rooster.”

He chuckles like he just discovered the greatest way to make his wife blush even more, “You are just too precious.” he says, “Now, let’s all breathe because we gotta sleep so we can bring the kids home from your parents’ tomorrow.”

Beatrice nodded, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Right, of course," she replied,fanning herself a bit "We should get some rest before we have to pick up the kids."

Rooster nodded in agreement, his smile softening as he looked at Beatrice. "I'll drive us home," he offered, "You just relax and enjoy the ride."

Beatrice smiled gratefully at Rooster, feeling a wave of affection wash over her. "Thank you," she said sincerely, "That sounds lovely. I am pretty tired." she shifted her gaze towards him, “I wonder why.”

Rooster just smirked as he pulled out of the base and onto the deserted road, the Bronco humming softly as it glided along the pavement. Beatrice leaned back in her seat, her mind still reeling from the events of the evening.

She glanced over at him, her heart swelling with love for the man beside her. Not helping the warm smile on her face.Rooster caught her gaze and smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "What are you thinking about?" he asked softly, his voice filled with curiosity.

Beatrice smiled back at Rooster, her heart fluttering in her chest. "Just how lucky I am to have you," she replied honestly, her voice tinged with an amount of  emotion. "You always know how to make me feel…loved and cherished."

“I feel the same way about you," he murmured, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "You're my everything, Beatrice. I don't know what I'd do without you."

‘No I know but…you always…made me feel like that.” Beatrice felt tears prick at her eyes as she looked at Rooster, her heart overflowing with love for him. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than anything in this world."

Rooster leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to Beatrice's lips, "I love you too," he “Loving you is my favorite thing in the world.”

“Favorite thing?”

“Yes ma’am.” he smiles, focusing on the road, “You are easy to love.”

Luckily, they pulled up to their house before she could blink - or maybe she napped a bit, she didn’t know-, the warm glow of the porch light welcomed them home. Rooster parked the Bronco and turned off the engine, turning to face Beatrice with a soft smile.

"We're home," he murmured, reaching over to take her hand in his. "And I couldn't be happier to be here with you."

Beatrice smiled back at Rooster, her heart swelling with love. "Me too," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Ughhh…I think you’ll have to carry me inside.”

Rooster chuckled at Beatrice's request,  dipping his head in reverence. "Of course, baby," he replied, his voice laced with affection. "Anything for you."

He climbed out of the Bronco and hurried around to Beatrice's side, opening the door for her and offering her his hand. Beatrice accepted his help graciously, allowing him to assist her out of the car and into his arms.

Rooster lifted Beatrice effortlessly, cradling her close to his chest as he carried her towards the front door. Beatrice wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder as they approached the porch, giggling like a school girl.

Rooster pushed open the front door with his foot, balancing Beatrice in his arms as he stepped inside. The warmth of the house enveloped them, and soon enough the three massive dogs came rushing and tumbling over each other to greet them, “Woah,okay,okay,” he shuts the door with his foot, “Precious cargo here,guys,calm down a bit.”

Beatrice giggled as their dogs swarmed around them, their tails wagging furiously as they licked Rooster's face and nuzzled against Beatrice's legs. "Looks like they missed us," she teased, reaching down to pet them lovingly.

Rooster chuckled, gently setting Beatrice down on her feet as he crouched down to give the dogs some attention. "They definitely did," he replied, scratching behind their ears as they nuzzled against him. "But I think they missed you more."

Beatrice smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest. "I missed them too," she admitted, running her fingers through their fur. "Big babies.”

Rooster nodded in agreement, his smile softening as he looked at Beatrice. "They sure are," he murmured, "And so are you."

“A big baby?”

“A baby. Mine.” he smirks, then inhales, ‘...I think we should sleep.”Rooster wrapped an arm around Beatrice's waist, pulling her close as they made their way into the stairs. The warm Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her heart overflowing with love for him. "I agree," she replied, snuggling closer to him. “Carry me up the stairs?”

He smirks, pressing a kiss to her temple, “You bet.”

[jiyascepter]

Guess who watched Crimson Peak (2015) for the first time. And loved it.

(Spoilers discussed below)

I wanted to watch this movie for a long time (possibly seven years now) after seeing so many scenes/gifs of it ever since I've become a Tom Hiddleston fan. After gathering a lot of courage to watch a horror movie alone, I have finally watched it.

And, oh my god, every actor is so great in this film. The cinematography, the setting, and the music take you deep into the depths of the film. And also the outfits are so beautiful!! Love the gothic vibes!! I will never understand why this movie isn't that popular and has only 6.5 imdb rating.

Love, love, love the waltz scene.

I watched this movie specifically for Tom Hiddleston, so I'll be talking about him.

God, this man. He is so beautiful throughout the film; his expressions are so beautiful, they literally make me cry. This role suited him so much. I wish he plays more roles like this in the future. Sir Thomas Sharpe, I am obsessed with you now.

Look at him, he's beautiful.

Also, hate Lucille, she gave me the creeps throughout the movie (love Jessica Chastain tho🫶)

(this scene broke me. brb still crying from the ending🤧)

Time to go read some fics 🏃‍♀️

[dootznbootz]

I feel kind of bad about that post I made talking about how Odysseus would never sacrifice his family to save his own skin while I didn't give a name, I hope that person doesn't feel bad or that they get hate. As I don't want to gatekeep someone's interpretation of the Odyssey but also...while I guess you could claim that he would do that, there's so much MORE evidence as to how he would literally rather be stabbed than see his wife and son have even a splinter

Her rejecting him at first put him in a bad position. Honestly, in an alternate universe, where she didn't accept him or trick him that night, I think the poor guy would've cried himself to sleep again in that separate cot. He'd probably cry to Athena and ask if he did something wrong.

It would probably be an "awkward morning" of Odysseus and Penelope silently doing their things (not bringing up suitors' parents right now. And Odysseus would probably tell Telemachus to not say anything stupid.) and eventually, everything would bubble up out of Odysseus and honestly, I could see him straight up begging her to accept him. Not even caring about how he appeared to others.

Honestly, if she DID take a lover in that time...I think he'd either accept it and just...wander? Around Ithaca as a beggar as he doesn't want to be away from them but if they won't accept him, what else can he do? OR if she had another lover, (War flashback of the shitty retelling where Penelope has an affair) he'd probably kill the lover as let's be honest, Odysseus is basically a Yandere, to put it simply. Touch the wife, you get the knife.

And yeah, he doesn't JUST want his family.

"Oh, he wants to not be in constant danger."

"He just wants to go back to Ithaca."

"He wants to be king again."

Boy howdy, he sure does!!! But if, for example, Penelope and Telemachus for some reason moved to somewhere else? IDK, AU where they permanently moved to Sparta, hanging with Helen and Menelaus, and she didn't remarry or something. He'd be like "Shit, okay, BRB." And go to them. He'd probably have them all go back to Ithaca but still, THEY ARE HIS HOME. They make Ithaca home. Any place is home as long as he has them.

Despite having the opportunity to wed the most beautiful woman in the world, he took the Oath so then he could marry Penelope. And even then, it wasn't "for sure" as he had to race her dad. He did so much simply to have the CHANCE to marry her even though he probably wasn't planning on getting married as he brought no gifts. And he did so much so then he wouldn't have to leave the life they had built together and their young baby.

He could've had ANYONE. Went ANYWHERE. Did ANYTHING and he still wanted THEM.

Like??? Holy shit. This guy would do ANYTHING for them. I mean that's kind of why he's considered to be so "scummy" in how ride or die he is for them and basically a bitch to everyone else. That's what makes him SO different from many of his peers.

Person: Would you rather have your family- Odysseus: Family, always. Person: I didn't even say it yet- Odysseus: I don't fucking care. Always family. Person: Even if it meant you got immortality and a hot goddess for a wife? Odysseus: You act like that's a good thing? That was literally torture. Fuck you. I already have a hot Water Wife™ that I get the privilege to drown in every day. She gave me a wonderful Water Son™ who is the light of my eyes and who I am more proud to be the father of than I am of being the son of an Argonaut Person: Even if I give you a million dollars? Odysseus, acting nonchalant while Penelope picks the person's pockets: As if we can't get that on our own. Person: You'd die? Odysseus: I'll set myself on fire if I have to. Person: ...Okay, new question. Would you rather lose your family- Odysseus: The other option. Always. Person: Even torture? Odysseus: I never said I would like it, just that I would do it. Person: Even yeet a baby?! Odysseus: I'll punt the baby if I have to. It's not like I wanna but I gotta do what I gotta do.

And so on and so forth. You GET IT.

[the-kr8tor]

I imagine our regular movie Hobie to be very insecure about food. In a way where he's lived a hard life.

So when you tell him you haven't eaten, he wonders when's the last time you had a meal? Was it a week ago? What are you surviving off of? Are you not able to afford it? Why didn't you come to him? He would give you his last dollars if it meant you get a warm meal in your stomach.

He stocks food, I'd say eventually he gets enough cash to stuff his boat house pantry with shelf stable things. I imagine him easily loving canned fruit, actual fruit being more expensive and perishable. So he just says "I want peaches" instead of canned peaches. Because I guess that's what he grew up with.

He's nicked food, for himself, for family, for friends, probably for you too if you're from his universe. If you aren't he still would if he needs to. Survival to him is the thing he had been raised on, safety is a being he barely knows. But now he's got a better sense of it with you.

I'll be honest to me I doubt he even likes eating in front of people. I can see him hiding away somewhere peaceful as he eats alone. Eventually he comes around and starts eating with you. You both sit down for small meals, it doesn't even need to be at the kitchen table. I think the idea would make him uncomfortable, so you eat in front of the tv on the couch together.

He'd have trouble finding food he likes, I'm guessing he's more used to cheaper end stuff in the first place. And I get it, sometimes it's good for the moment when it's all you have. So when you actually take him out for nice meals I can picture he'd be overwhelmed a bit. Depending on the place of course. He's used to getting a kebab or a donner but he might feel out of place in sit down restaurants.

-🪦 THIS ISN'T ANGST YOU CAN'T FLAME ME

Me reading this when I have experienced the same thing:

Brb I'm gonna cook him dinner that will fill him up until tomorrow and he'll wake up to some more delicious food forever and ever bc he deserves it

[love-strawberry]

met you at the right time

summary : in which they break up but find their way back to each other.

pairing : harry styles x reader

warnings : language

author's note : hiiiiii!! omg i missed on writing here, im so sorry for going mia but im back!! requests are open and so is my inbox, go crazy. i love you all, thank you for sticking around. also, this fic is inspired by feels like by gracie abrams

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y/n_ 'in the morning i'll be better' out now!! for the past 11 months, i've put my EVERYTHING in this album and to see it releasing is a dream come true. hope you all like this album <3 thank you so much for supporting me, i love you all endlessly!!

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celebri.tea harry styles and y/n y/l/n broke hearts of millions after announcing their breakup 5 months ago. their publicity team claimed that "it wasn't the right time", "right person, wrong time" and "they weren't seeing a lot of eachother". though, styles and y/l/n have sparked rumours after being spotted together in london, sharing a kiss after styles' show. sources close to them said that "they both sat down and tried to make it work. and it is working, clearly." to read the full article, click here.

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[everythingbutresolved]

I got half a sunstroke today and I'm a sadly moping at home so I thought of keeping myself entertained:

The Day Father Pruitt Took Up Running ✝️

The early morning sun stretched its golden fingers across Crockett Island, casting a warm glow over the quaint, sleepy village and awakening its inhabitants to another day of secrets and whispers. Father John Pruitt, the Catholic priest with the air of mystery about him, was out and about, strutting along the beach like a man with a secret to keep.

Oh, my dear, DEAR friend!

I miss you SO much since you went home. Did you have to leave me so soon? It's only July and there's another full, excruciating, hot and BORING month before school starts again. How dare you leaving your best friend alone! Shame on you! 

Yes yes I got my books, thanks for them, and remember you promised to send me more when you get home, or...I won't tell you the big news.

...ok you got me, I'm gotta spill the tea 'cause I can't keep this to myself any longer! Remember that mysterious Catholic priest you liked so much, Father Pruitt, here on ol' Crockett? You kept saying no way he's a real priest he's too good looking...Well, you won't believe what's been going down lately. Ok, I'll try to describe it the best I can. Close your eyes (well not really, silly) and imagine: 

In the hazy light of the dawn, the island's secrets whispers softly as the ocean waves kiss the shore...LOL I know you hate cheesy romance stuff, I'll cut it short. 

Well, he is a tall drink of water, that John Pruitt remember? With a shock of raven-black curls that tumbles down his broad shoulders like a river of midnight. His honey eyes hold a glint of mischief that makes the ladies swoon and the men raise an envious brow....

ok ok I'll stop it. 

And today, he was doing something unexpected – he was jogging! 

Now, let me tell you, that man could make a burlap sack look good, but this morning, he was sporting these green lycra shorts that hugged every inch of his...toned derriere (!) like a second skin.

O-M-G 

He'd clearly been hitting the gym or doing some secret ninja training because those muscles were cut like a goddamn Greek statue. The ladies and gents alike were getting an eyeful, and they couldn't help but blush like school kids caught peeking through a keyhole. I think I saw mom getting an eyeful when he passed by our house - she fumbled with her keys a little too long l, while I was enjoying the show from my bedroom window.

But he wasn't just flaunting his legs, no sir. Father Pruitt had decided to ditch the shirt too, revealing a chiseled chest that looked like it could bench-press a bull. And wouldn't you know it, he'd tied that shirt around his head like some kind of bandana-wearing Casanova. It was like he'd gone from holy man to beach heartthrob in the blink of an eye. As he passed by the shop, the ocean breeze carried a hint of salt, mingling with the intoxicating scent of his masculine cologne, leaving a trail of enchantment in its wake. 

His skin, kissed by the sun and glistening with a sheen of sweat, invited the gentle caress of the ocean's breeze. A small, silver crucifix dangled at his neck, an alluring contrast against the expanse of his smooth, tanned skin.

I just re-read everything and...I need a pause. Brb shortly.

Back with some ice tea.

Well now, and that wasn't even the best part. Oh, no! He had this brand new contraption strapped to his hip – a walkman! You would think is was impossible, right? A priest! Well, he had one, and he was jamming out to God knows what, but you could see the rhythm of the music in the way he moved. It was like he was dancing to a beat only he could hear, and it was damn hypnotic. 

The rest of the day wa a MESS. The whole island was buzzing with rumors and gossip, like a bunch of hens in a henhouse. Everyone was wondering what had gotten into Father Pruitt. Some said he was possessed by the spirit of an ancient warrior, others thought he'd joined some kind of secret cult. But truth be told, no one really knew the man's secrets, and he wasn't about to open the sack to us.

As for me, I couldn't stop watching the show. There was something magnetic about the way he moved, like a predator on the prowl, and I found myself drawn in like a moth to a flame. But as much as I wanted to get closer, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. 

Let me tell you: there is a darkness lurking beneath that charming exterior, and I wasn't sure I wanted to delve into that murky territory.

So here I am, torn between desire and caution, watching from the sidelines as Father Pruitt struts his stuff on the beach like a man with the devil in his pocket. I reckon I'll keep my distance for now and let the island gossips do their thing, but who knows what the future holds? One thing's for sure – Crockett Island ain't never been the same since our enigmatic priest took up jogging.

P S. (Remember those books!)

2. Babe, thanks SO MUCH for the books, I think I'll start with the French one, looks juicy ❤️

Well, let me tell you, the enigma of Father Pruitt only deepens with every passing day. It seems that behind those honey eyes and that mesmerizing charm lies a man wrestling with secrets and desires that even the island can't decipher. The walkman he carries? Its melodies secreted in his ears, only adds to the mystery. What does he listen to as he runs, I wonder? Perhaps music that matches the pounding of his heart, the rhythm of his desire, or perhaps even the yearnings of his own hidden soul and...and...

See, I'm turning into a goddamn romance chick already. Shush me. But now, the gossip: 

You see, for the past (few) year(s?), Father Pruitt has been caught in the clutches of an unrequited (we think) love. Nobody knows who this mysterious "someone special" is, but the island is rife with rumors. Some say it's a long-lost love from his past, while others whisper that it might be an otherworldly muse that has captured his heart. Whatever the case may be, it's clear that this unrequited affection has left him moping and maybe indulging a bit too much in that... holy wine.

But while his heart may be heavy, his sermons are nothing short of divine. The whole island treats him like their "special" person, all brawn and no brains - you know we've never been really *churchy* here beside one or two devoted families - but they can't deny the wisdom that flows from his lips. He may be easy on the eyes, but he's got a soul that's as deep as the ocean, and the island can't help but keep an eye on him.

Beverly Keane, the woman who handles everything for him, from keeping the church clean to managing his appointments and finances, thinks she's got him wrapped around her finger. She's a piece of...well you get me. And truth be told, she wouldn't mind getting a little more than she bargained for from the handsome priest. After all, he's a snack, and who could resist a taste? Duh...

But there's more to Father Pruitt than meets the eye (and that's a LOT!). He may be a bit slow on the uptake when it comes to romantic advances (well, priest), but he's fiercely devoted to two things: God and his secret love. And let me tell you, it's a secret that's locked away tight. 

He likes flowers, did I tell you that? He picks some every goddamn day and brings them to his cabin - you know, the little house behind the church - and with the emergence of his morning jogs, a new facet of Father Pruitt has come to light. Not only is his our prohibited heartthrob (eheh), but he's also taken up carpentry like a man possessed. After his invigorating run, he spends the rest of the day fixing things around the church. From patching up the rooftop with the help of some local boys (Julius and Earl mostly) to mowing the yard shirtless when no one's watching (sure man), he's become a man of action, a handyman who can make even the toughest task look like a breeze.

The island may see him as a bit of an oddity, a priest who spends more time outside fixing things than he does inside praying. But let me tell you, there's a profound beauty in the way he connects with the world around him. He may be a man of God, but he's also a man of the earth, working with his hands and pouring his heart into every task. 

I think they want to put him on Crockett's brochure and promote it as a local attraction on the mainland. 

I'm not saying I was the one who suggested it. 

So, my dear friend, the mystery of Father Pruitt continues to deepen with every day that passes. Love, desire, and devotion swirl around him like a tempest, and the island can't help but be drawn into the storm. But one thing's for sure – whether he's jogging along the beach or mending the church's rooftop, Father Pruitt has become more than just a priest; he's become a force of nature, and I'm truly happy to witness this miracle. 

Hamfam, it's too hot to think, do it for me

[hantengus-clones]

Zohakuten- we know your opinion about people who bully the weak, terrible people! But I’d like to know your opinion about other people who protect the weak, like you! :) (also I think you’re really cool and strong, my favorite clone of them all!)

Fine, I'll admit it. Those who protect the weak, they get some credit, it takes guts and strength to stand up for the defenseless, I get it very well. But don't get it twisted, I'm not suddenly going all soft and sentimental over it, got it? Besides, just like in any other damn case, there are those pesky pests who bring a bad name to the whole lot. The "fake" ones, thinking they're all noble and righteous… Let me tell you, they're just as bad as the damned bullies. Can't stand their self-righteous crap, pretending to be heroes and thinking they are worth more than a broken penny, while caring only about their like ratio and "UwU" comments from equally rotten individuals...

...I could rant more but I forgot to pause my Minecraft and I can hear those blocky baddies wrecking my shit, brb.

[oonajaeadira]

im trying to not with that outfit but I can't

a cardigan, a high hip cut cardigan at that, is an accent piece, not the whole top, am I appreciating the low cut of the undershirt? yes, but I cannot with the rest of it.

THAT CARDIGAN IS TOO SMALL AND IT IS SUFFERING THE MAN IS TOO BROAD

the pants are... fine?... I certainly think he looks better with more form fitting pant legs, his silhouette is very boxy. not like, Max in WW84 boxy but it feels close to me.

so i think, with the right top the pants would be salvageable, the cardigan... undo the bottom two buttons, a nice dark undershirt, and form fitting pants, I'd still have questions, but they'd prob be fewer

I'm gonna apologize for the old lady I will some day become because if I'm sitting on my porch and someone walks by wearing that? I can just hear my cranky old self. "This world's goin' to shit."

WARNING: Do not read more. Adira's gonna go flip some tables.

Transcript: Begin rant.

Listen. I woke up to that monstrosity and had to go to an online meeting and engage for two hours on very little sleep. I went and took a nap and I'm still fkn cranky about it.

No. You know what? I'm REALLY fkn cranky about it. Like, it feels like a personal attack.

I also need to apologize to everyone who has felt this way over Fabio's choices lately. I feel your pain. But I actually love his style and that he keeps our boy comfy and whimsical and up to date (because, let's face it, left to his own devices, Pedro is a teenage boy). I mean, I didn't exactly love the pants for the wine event, but let's not get into that. I got over those. Because you know what? Pedro looks good in everything.

Or so I thought until this morning.

When I woke up from my nap I actually groaned. Not because my back fkn sucks but because I knew this outfit was still out there. That it had happened. That someone whose job it is to dress people found the most beautiful man on earth and did that to him.

How do you pick four colors and not have any of them compliment each other???? And then pick four BLOCK colors, no patterns, but all different fabric textures? And then choose a sweater that's made from something so shiny and synthetic that I can hear it creaking every time it stretches over his shoulders? Like, that's the kind of shit they can't sell at Kohls so they take it off the racks and put it in clothing subscription boxes and try to convince people that "it's not ugly, it's just new and hip and so fashion forward you're not used to it yet." If it caught fire it wouldn't even burn, just melt into a bubbling pool and then cool into a puddle of silly putty.

No.

*screams into a smushmallow*

You know, I'm gonna scoot past the fit of the pants and their zoot-suit pleats and their droopy cuffs and forgive them just so I can concentrate on that sweater. Don't put him in that color!!!! Boy has beautiful undertones and can wear just about anything and you picked the one fkn color that makes him look like an abomination!!!

*throws an arm over my eyes like a drama queen except really not ironically*

There are so many crimes happening here and on a not so cranky day I'd mostly just feel protective that she made him look terrible oh mah gahhhhh

But it's a cranky day. And someone that works in the fashion industry thinks it's okay to pair camel shit plastic with Heinz 57 Stray Cats. If that's what's coming of the runways these days give me two spoons and I'll remove my own damn eyeballs my own damn self--

*takes a deep sigh. tries to forget the pain. lies in an agonized heap*

Did you know edibles are legal in Minnesota now? Yeah. The dems put it on a bill with a bunch of other great stuff and the republicans in the state house didn't read it and signed it into law. It was really great. That was a good day. Legalized gummies.

I'm gonna go get some. BRB.

[onlymingyus]

GIRL I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW HOSHI ROT SAME SAME.

So. I have a few.

- I bet Hoshi it's the type to squeal and get hyped when you do little things: set a pic of him as your lockscreen, support his tiger agenda, stay awake waiting for him to get home... I bet he'd tell everyone about all those things.

- He's absolutely the type to get matching things for you both: hoodies, silly pajamas, phone cases ...

And now for the true brain rot:

- I see him being open to try new things in bed but I think he'd hesitate a lot when it involves "hurting" you in some way (like spanking or edging) Like, he'd say "Okay let's do it!!" And then in the last moment scream "Ahhhh I can't" and hide his face in your neck

- You could surprise him with nice lingerie one day and then he'd get obsessed with it and randomly buy you cute sets for you to wear (and for him to ruin)

I'll be back if I remember more brb

Me opening this ask and being overwhelmed with feelings. But fr thank you for sending it in. Lets go over these one by one shall we?

I bet Hoshi it's the type to squeal and get hyped when you do little things: set a pic of him as your lockscreen, support his tiger agenda, stay awake waiting for him to get home... I bet he'd tell everyone about all those things.

100% percent. Imagine him just bragging to the rest of the group about how supportive you are. Holding you close, nuzzling your cheek with his nose as he takes your phone and shows your lockscreen to like Jihoon. Who ofc just rolls his eyes. "My baby loves me so much." You'd be so embarrassed but then just pick up his phone and show them the picture he has set of you. "Looks like my baby loves me so much too?" He'd just laugh and kiss your neck nodding.

- He's absolutely the type to get matching things for you both: hoodies, silly pajamas, phone cases ...

Like no joke every time he comes home you get a new matching item. He gets that cute little cat beanie, well so do you just in a different color. "Couple beanies!"

- I see him being open to try new things in bed but I think he'd hesitate a lot when it involves "hurting" you in some way (like spanking or edging) Like, he'd say "Okay let's do it!!" And then in the last moment scream "Ahhhh I can't" and hide his face in your neck

LOL I love this so much. The idea of him nodding and just being like I can do that sure. Being such a daddy about it. All sexy. Getting you naked, all laid out for him. His hand running over your ass then as soon as he's about to slap your ass he just laughs and hides his face. "But what if it hurts?!" You would just groan into your pillow as he kissed your neck and ran his fingers between your legs trying to make you feel good instead. "That's the point Soonyoung...a little pain feels good baby." Now you've peaked his interest again.

- You could surprise him with nice lingerie one day and then he'd get obsessed with it and randomly buy you cute sets for you to wear (and for him to ruin)

You'd have more lingerie than clothes and then imagine you decide to wear like a corset top under a blazer in public??? He's fucking done for. He's drooling into his dinner. He's undressing you with his eyes the entire dinner and then by the time he has you in the car he's got his fingers buried inside you muttering in your ear about how fucking delicious you look. How he can wait to ruin your lingerie and you.

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through the hourglass 385.brb x oc

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“Roos.”

“What.”

She smiles sweetly “Baby, you are pouting.” she wraps her hand around his, interlacing their fingers together. He tries to focus on her, specifically her, and her pretty flowery summer dress—fuck he loved that dress,maybe if he pulled her to the side, lifted her skirt and – “Roos.” she tries again, smiling sweetly at him, ‘Baby,are we going inside?”

Oh,right,his reunion.

Rooster blinked, snapping out of his thoughts as he focused on Beatrice's words. He smiled sheepishly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck. "Sorry, babe," he murmured, squeezing her hand gently, "Got lost in my head for a moment there."

Beatrice chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned in to press a tender kiss to Rooster's cheek. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice warm and gentle, "Just don't wander off too far without me, okay?"

Rooster nodded, "Got it," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity, "I'll stick by your side, always." he then looked at the door, “...we should…probably go inside,huh?”

“If you want.”

He was still pissed off about John interrupting them- how the fuck did he even find the hotel they were staying?! “Yeah…yeah let’s get this over with.”

Beatrice nodded in agreement, ushe gently squeezed his hand, offering him a reassuring smile. "We'll make it quick," she promised, "And then we can enjoy the rest of our time together."

Rooster returned her smile gratefully, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his chest at her words. With Beatrice by his side, he knew he could handle anything, even his dreaded high school reunion.

Ugh.

As they approached the entrance to the hotel ballroom where the reunion was being held, Rooster took a deep breath, steeling himself for the inevitable onslaught of memories and faces from the past. He tightened his grip on Beatrice's hand, drawing strength from her presence as they stepped inside.

The ballroom was abuzz with activity, the air filled with laughter and chatter as old friends and classmates reunited after years apart. Rooster scanned the room, his eyes darting from one familiar face to another as he tried to navigate the crowd.

“Do you recognize anyone?” Beatrice whispered, tugging gently on his hand and nodding towards a group of people gathered near the bar. Rooster followed her gaze, frowning before licking his lips.

He spent a while scanning the crowd, “Some of them.” he mutters, “Come on, let’s just…walk around a bit and–”

“Hello!I am Andrea! I’m the one responsible for the reun–” a blonde woman blinks “Brad?! Is that you?”

He blinks, holding Bea to his side - bless his wife, she offered the woman a tiny wave…he had no idea who she was. “Um…Yes.” he pauses “...yes and uh…this is my wife,Beatrice.” more sweet smiling from her as the blonde woman - who was heavily pregnant,my god- sets the notebook aside, smiling at him.

“I can’t believe it! It’s been so long!”

Rooster forced a polite smile, his mind racing as he tried to place the woman's face. "Yeah, it's been a while," he replied diplomatically, "Nice to see you again, Andrea."

Andrea beamed at Rooster and Beatrice, her eyes shining with excitement as she extended her hand to shake theirs. "Likewise!" she exclaimed, "And congratulations on your marriage, Brad. Beatrice, you're a lucky woman!"

Beatrice smiled graciously, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment at the attention. "Thank you," she replied warmly, "I feel very lucky indeed."

Andrea chuckled, her hand resting on her baby bump as she glanced between Rooster and Beatrice. "So, how have you been? What have you been up to since high school?"

“Uh,goog,good," Rooster replied with a smile, "After high school, I enlisted in the military and I am still serving.”

‘Oh really?”

“Yes,Navy.” he smiles “Navy Pilot, that is.”

Andrea smiles,playfully swatting his arm as she propped her hands on her hips “You– I always knew you would.”

He still did not remember her.

Rooster chuckled awkwardly, trying to play along with Andrea's enthusiasm despite the fact that he had no recollection of her. He glanced over at Beatrice, silently pleading for her help, but she simply smiled politely, leaving him to navigate the conversation on his own.

"Yeah, it's been quite the journey," he replied vaguely, "But I'm grateful for the experiences I've had in the Navy."

Andrea nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining. "That's so impressive," she gushed, "I always knew you were destined for great things, Brad."

Rooster shifted uncomfortably under Andrea's praise. He racked his brain, trying to remember if they had any classes together or if they had ever crossed paths outside of school, but nothing came to mind.“Ah, well…” he clears his throat, “What about you, Andrea? What have you been up to since high school?”

Andrea's smile widened  slightly at Rooster's question, "Oh, you know," she replied with a shrug, "Just living life, trying to make the most of it."

"Well, it's great to see you doing well," he said sincerely, "And congratulations on the baby. That's very exciting."

Andrea's smile brightened at Rooster's words, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you," she replied warmly, "Baby number five!”

Both him and Bea blinked, “...five?” they said together.

Andrea nodded proudly, her hand resting protectively on her baby bump. "Yes, five," she confirmed with a laugh, "It's a full house, but we wouldn't have it any other way."

Rooster and Beatrice exchanged a surprised glance, marveling at the sheer number of children Andrea had. "That's amazing," Beatrice exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine admiration, "You must have your hands full."

Andrea chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You could say that," she replied with a grin, "But it's all worth it. There's nothing quite like being a parent."

Rooster nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of respect for Andrea's dedication to her family. "Absolutely," he agreed, "We have three of our own."

Andrea smiled warmly at Rooster's words, “Truly?”

“Yes,” he smiles and this time it felt better to do so “They are all back in California though, staying with a relative of mine.” he noticed Andrea was waiting for him to continue, “Oh uh, two girls and one boy.’

“Oh! How lovely!” She then turns to Bea “You must be an amazing mom!”

Beatrice blushed at Andrea's compliment, her smile growing wider as she nodded in gratitude. "Thank you," she replied sincerely, "I try my best. Being a parent is the most rewarding experience."

Andrea nodded in agreement, her expression softening with understanding. "I couldn't agree more," she said warmly, "It's challenging at times, but it's also incredibly fulfilling."

Andrea shared stories about her children, laughing as she recounted the chaos of raising a large family. Rooster listened intently, despite not remembering much about their past together.

Before long, other guests began to arrive, and he  was relieved when Andrea excused herself to greet other guests, giving them a chance to catch their breath.

"Wow, that was intense," Rooster muttered, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around the crowded room. Beatrice nodded in agreement, her cheeks flushed from the excitement.

"Yeah, but it was nice meeting Andrea," she said with a smile, "She seems like a sweet person."

Rooster nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I agree," he replied, "I just wish I could remember more about her. She seems to know a lot about me."

Beatrice shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "It's okay," she reassured him, "Not everyone leaves a lasting impression, especially after so many years. The important thing is that she was one of the first ones to be nice to you.” she looks around “Do you recognize anyone else? There’s more people around.”

Rooster scanned the room, recognizing a few familiar faces from high school but unable to recall many details about them. He pointed out a couple of people to Beatrice, mentioning their names and a brief memory or two, but his recollections were hazy at best.

"Yeah, I think I remember him," Rooster said, nodding towards a tall guy with a beard. "I think his name is Mike. We used to hang out sometimes…I think."

Beatrice smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's great, babe," she replied, squeezing Rooster's hand reassuringly. "It's nice to see some familiar faces, even if you can't remember everything about them."

He glanced around the room once more, taking in the diverse array of people gathered together to celebrate their high school reunion.

"It's crazy how much has changed since high school," one of their classmates remarked, shaking his head in disbelief. "But it's also nice to see how far we've all come." he hears someone say from afar, and he frowns…he knew that voice.

He looks back at the person and he freezes “Holy shit.”

“What?’ Bea asks.

“...holy shit that’s Jason.”

She blinked, “Your friend?”

And Rooster…doesn’t know what to respond, “Used to,I guess. We fought,back then…I never apologized. I was just—my mom and everything,you know…I…”

“Oh.”Beatrice squeezed Rooster's hand,she could feel the tension radiating off him, the weight of unresolved issues hanging in the air between them."It's okay, Roos," she murmured softly, "We all have things we wish we could change from our past. Maybe this is your chance to make amends."

Rooster nodded, his jaw clenched as he watched Jason from across the room. Memories of their friendship and subsequent falling out flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of his past mistakes.

"I should go talk to him," Rooster said finally, "I need to set things right."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, her heart swelling with pride. "I'll be right here," she assured him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, "You've got this."

Rooster took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. He made his way through the crowd, his eyes fixed on Jason's familiar figure as he approached.

"Hey, Jason," Rooster said, his voice tentative as he tapped him on the shoulder, "It's been a while."

Jason turned around, his expression guarded as he sized up Bradley. There was a moment of tense silence between them, the weight of their shared history hanging heavy in the air.

"Brad," Jason replied coolly, his tone guarded, "Long time no see."

Rooster swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in his throat as he struggled to find the right words. "Listen, Jason," he began, his voice shaky with emotion, "I wanted to...I'm sorry. For everything."

Jason's expression softened slightly at Rooster's apology, his guard starting to lower as he listened to the sincerity in his voice. "Yeah, well," he said gruffly, "Apology accepted, man, I know you were going through a lot."

“Still.”

“Ah,relax.” he smirks, then gives the pilot a look,arching his brow, “Damn,what have you been eating? You are sturdy,dude.”

Rooster chuckled at Jason's comment, feeling a sense of relief wash over him at his friend's surprisingly casual response. "Thanks, man," he replied with a small smile, "I've been...taking care of myself, I guess."

Jason nodded in understanding, his expression softening as he looked at Rooster. "I'm glad to see you doing well," he said sincerely, "You always were a tough son of a bitch."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Jason's words, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his chest. "Thanks, Jay," he murmured, "That means a lot coming from you. How have you been?"

“Oh, you know, doing alright.” he shrugs, “You here alone,man?”

Rooster shook his head, glancing back at Beatrice who was watching them from across the room. "No, actually," he replied, "I'm here with my wife, Beatrice. She's over there." He gestured towards Beatrice, a proud smile spreading across his face as he looked at her and she waved back.

Jason followed Rooster's gaze, his eyes softening as he watched Beatrice. "You two have been together long?," 

“Shit,almost seven years.” he still hadn’t looked away from Bea,”Got three kids too.”

Jason's eyebrows shot up in surprise at Rooster's revelation. "Three kids, huh? Damn, man, that's impressive," he remarked, his tone filled with genuine admiration. "You must have your hands full."

Rooster chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it definitely keeps us busy," he admitted, "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. Being a dad is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

 "I can see that," he replied, "You look happy, man. It suits you."

Rooster's smile widened at Jason's observation, feeling a swell of gratitude for his friend's support. "Thanks, Jay," he said sincerely, "I really appreciate that. And you?”

“Me? Oh,” Jason chuckles “...I…you know, kinda here and there, got one son, he’s a teenager now. Almost going to college.” Rooster blinked, trying to make the mental math in his head “Remember my old girlfriend Sara? Yeah,well,she got pregnant back in high school.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Jason chuckles “We ah,we aren’t together or anything, but we had our son and…you know, he’s good.”

Rooster nodded in understanding, a sense of empathy filling his chest as he listened to Jason's story. "Sounds like you're doing a great job," he replied, "Raising a teenager on your own can't be easy."

Jason shrugged nonchalantly, though there was a hint of pride in his expression. "Yeah, it has its challenges," he admitted, "But I wouldn't trade it for anything. My son means the world to me."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Rooster said warmly, "Kids have a way of changing your perspective on everything."

Jason nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting back to Rooster's family across the room. "Yeah, they do," he murmured, "They're everything, aren't they?"

Rooster's smile widened at Jason's words, a swell of affection filling his chest as he looked at Beatrice and their children. "Yeah, they are," he replied softly, "They're my whole world."

"Listen, Brad," Jason said suddenly, breaking the silence between them, "I'm glad we had this chance to talk. And I'm sorry for the way things ended between us."

Rooster shook his head, reaching out to clasp Jason's shoulder in a gesture of camaraderie. "Hey, it's water under the bridge," he replied warmly, "We were kids back then. We've both grown since then."

Jason nodded in agreement, a sense of relief washing over him as he felt the weight of their past disagreements lift from his shoulders. "Yeah, you're right," he admitted, "I'm just glad we can put it behind us and move forward."

Rooster smiled, feeling a sense of closure wash over him as he exchanged a final handshake with Jason. "Me too, Jay," he said sincerely, "Me too."

With that, Rooster turned and made his way back to Beatrice's side, a sense of contentment filling his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. Beatrice smiled up at him, her eyes shining with pride and affection as she looked at her husband.

"Everything okay?" she asked softly, reaching out to take Rooster's hand in hers.

Rooster nodded, a sense of peace settling over him as he looked into Beatrice's eyes. "Yeah," he replied with a smile, "Everything's perfect."

[concreteprints]

Modern Ponyboy Headcanons

— Ponyboy is that kinda guy who just has a bunch of random games on his phone

like almost daily he just goes to play a game, sees an add, and downloads that game too

— when he gets real mad at Darry sometimes he’ll block him but he never leaves it for more than 5 minutes incase something happens

— the gang (including Pony) always sneak a bunch of snacks in whenever they go to the movie theater together. at least one of them always gets caught

— i feel like Pony would be into older films (80s, 90s) if he was a 14-year-old today

— he watched some of the final destination movies because of course he did but they made him paranoid to the point where Darry had to ban them

— whenever he sees Johnny in school and he’s looking upset he texts him cute animal memes for the rest of the day until they can talk. Johnny acts annoyed but really he’s just glad that someone cares enough about him to notice

— before he goes home and tells anyone else he always texts Soda if anything (good or bad) happens at school because he always manages to either cheer him up or somehow make him even more excited

— one time he tried to change his grade on the paper but Darry had already checked the digital gradebook and he was in even more trouble (hasn't done it since)

— he can never decide if he wants to abbreviate a phrase in text or not or not. he constantly goes from "omg" to "oh my god", "brb" to "be right back", "lmk" to "let me know" and so on. one time someone in the gang joked about how they wouldn't be able to tell if someone stole his phone 'cause no one knows how he's gonna text no idea if I'll add more to this or not! I wanna do modern headcanons for the whole gang eventually

[nightswithkookmin]

Did you watch the recent Run BTS episode? It filled me with such joy.

They're such a bunch of chaotic individuals when they're together in that environment. My brain is out of practice speed reading the multiple translations! 😆

The editors of Run BTS are *chefs kiss*. Hobi & Namjoon are their biggest victims.

And JK imitating Bam, then Jimin immediately calling him 'Bamie'. 🥰 Plus JK's, "Is he leaving? What did he say?" My delulu mind is convinced JK went to Lotte World because he thought that's where Jimin would go. 🤭

Mi love your brain

Okay, I'm finna watch it😆

If you are free now let's have a watch party 🥳

I'll just keep updating this post with my live reaction.

LET'S GOOOOO

Aaaaaaaaahhhh- NOT THIS SONG PLAYING AT THE START! LAWD I'M IN MY FEEELSSSSS!!!!

HOLD. I need to twerk on the beat!

RUN BULLET PROOF RUN RUN BULLET PROOF

Enough time has passed to make a baby?? Boy if you don't stop🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

No but JUNGKOOK?💀

This is such a weird habit to have not gonna lie. Change Jimin's position in a line up and he would almost always so naturally and so unconsciously turn to face him. That's his north star 🌟 right there. This is too much for me to handle🤧

PARK JIMIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

Let me play the beast to your beauty!

Lets role play. I'll wear red you wear blue🥺

Naa JIMIN! ITS JUST ONE MINUTE IN.

YALL COME GET YOUR BIAS!

Literally one minute in and he's already feeding into Jungkook's praise Kink. SO SICKENING. For a "submissive gay looking guy" he sure knows how to TOP💀

Just one of these days Jimin will look into the camera and tell me I'm a good girl naughty kitten. Fingers crossed on the universe. It will happen. Thank you baby Jesus for an answered prayer. In Jesus' name, Mwah

Eh????

Where is everyone?? OK. I'm taking a break. Brb

Sorry, I took a long bathroom break- which is a lie but imma need yall to believe it- so let's carry on.

I love how JM talks about growth and just how pragmatic and realistic he is in assuming change is erratic and inevitable. People change in the minutetest of ways every second. Yet some people in the Fandom hold them to their past selves everyday, adamant to accept they may feel different about certain "friendship" bonds they formed at the inception of their band, may have gotten used to or over their fear of intimacy and now can let themselves be vulnerable in a way that doesn't threaten their sense of self, may have recoiled a bit and found a new appreciation for their privacy and overall might know the script a little bit better now to control the narrative.

And the contrast between Jikook is marvelous. Its been so long I forgot how merely watching them on screen feels so wholesome. Look how effortlessly JM exudes such wild dark feminine enery which is usually in his resting face but can switch it up into this aegyo childlike character sprinkled with performative innocent- yet he is far from innocent. A power damsel is what he is.

Contrastinly, you have Jungkook who for all intent and purposes looks far from innocent, strong, traditionally "MASCULINE" but has such an innocent almost childlike soul. I want to hug them both.

[Aside. You guys, this is weird huh? I'm shy sharing my raw thoughts with you like this☺ This is how people start thinking I'm weird and shit but I'm just a very passionate person]

Update.

There's something really warm and humbling about Namjoon asking Jungkook for answers and telling him he is so smart.

Oops. There it is, the OT7 Jungkook praise chorus🤣🤣🤣

I swear if he doesn't have a praise Kink he's certainly being conditioned to develop one🤣🤣🤣🤣

GOLDY

[mckinleyrp]

Just want to say, I haven’t found a group as excited to write or as kind as this one has been in a while! Admin Angie is great and all the players have made excellent FC selections (to the point that in my brain if Glee was cast today this would have been the cast, lol) Everyone should join! ❤️

PARI! the fact i'm just reading this now, you are the complete sweetest and i hope you know this made my day. i know we all just met and started, but i love all of you endlessly. thank you so much for even wanting to be part of this group. i hope you know that i'll always be here if you need simply anything. brb, gonna send you some hugs your way. you heard her! come and join us!