#if you saw me post this the first time no you didn’t 🤫

[saturngalore]

connect with style 🌐🌟

[bth3cowboi]

snoop the bling, cs55xreader

part 1 part 3

masterlist

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

summary: summer break starts and that means traveling with a snoopy plushie and a boyfriend (or maybe a future husband). Also, his friend is there.

format: social media au

a/n: people asked for this and I deliver cause i love snoopy

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ynraces 17h

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carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Best way to spend summer😎☀️

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user1 here before yn calls carlos his sweet baby or smh cute like that

ynraces SLUT

user1 oh that is not it

ynraces 🤤🔥I love u my unemployed princess

carlossainz55 I dont know what to think about this

carlossainz55 but I love you too😂

user2 WHERE IS THE CHILD, THE BABY

ynraces hes safe ashore!!

user3 wait im new, they have a baby??

user4 no😭😭 they call yn’s snoopy their baby

ynraces

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ynraces Mallorca with my baby love💙🤿 (and carlos is here too)

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user1 thank you for the blessing (carlos photo)

user2 theres a snoopy, theres a like

user3 a snoopy is always gonna be there🙄 this is yn’s page

landonorris Enjoy your alone time for now😈

ynraces im expecting you with HATE btw dont come

landonorris I’ll be there soon and he’ll be with me😍🤞

ynraces youre sick!! homewrecker!!!

landonorris girl fuck your baby snoopy

ynraces BRO??? carlos say sum😭😭

carlossainz55 Please don’t fight in the comments❤️ you have the vacation for that

ynraces 🤡

user4 that snoopy deserves some rest god

carlossainz55 2h

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landonorris

Oh she really doesn’t have a clue

carlossainz55

No😂

I didn’t insist either

Don’t want her to get suspicious

landonorris

I can’t wait to take the pictures now HAHA

Everything is ready btw just waiting for you both

carlossainz55

Ok👍

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carlossainz55 She said yes! ❤️💍 Thank you Yn for being the woman you are, I can’t wait to call you my wife. I love you more than anything in this world.

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ynraces 🥹🥹 Love you soooo much

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️

user1 OMG OMG

user2 chat is this real??

user3 now thats a rockkkkk

charles_leclerc Congratulations guys😍❤️

carlossainz55 Thanks mate!

user4 imagine driving in f1 with your wife THE DREAM

landonorris Wow what a beautiful ring🤩 The friend that helped chose it must be the best

carlossainz55 🤫

ynraces u did great for once congrats

landonorris 🤩🤩

user5 Carlos must be crying and jumping seeing this interaction

user6 his wife and his boy lmao

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ynraces swipe for a surprise!🪐

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ynraces pinned Te amo mucho, Carlos. ❤️ You are my everything.

carlossainz55 Te amo tambien😁

user1 IS THIS HOW I FIND OUT?

user2 me 2 😭 I wish I saw Carlos post first

user3 wym I cant marry Yn anymore

user4 Ohhh are we going to see two sainz in the grid now

lewishamilton Congrats you two🫶

ynraces thank u lew!

user5 I was worried Snoopy wasn’t gonna be here but Yn delivered as always

landonorris Cool photos👍 Call me for the wedding too

ynraces I dont want you crying at the wedding too iugh

landonorris those were happy tears💔

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a/n: The snoopy story continuous!! if you liked it and want to see more just say so🩷 my asks are open!!

[ze0re]

·˚ ༘ 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒐 ➪ light smut, black!reader, model gojo!, teasing, tall reader

₊˚ෆ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 - you find certain traits of him very attractive 🙈

ミ★ 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆. ya’ll. when I tell you I’ve had the worse day today. one, I find out wattpad deleted my fucking book that had over 15K READS!!!?? and says “due to violations.” 😟 I don’t know If I should restart It, and start from scratch or just stick to tumblr. another good news! I might start writing cartoon characters 🤫 but that’s just a small Idea (I might not do It.) but If I do, hope you guys like It!!

REMINDER - 1K FOLLOWERS IM REVEALING MY FACE :p

❝ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 ! ❞ - 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

❤︎︎ #— 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 the one thing you find attractive about gojo is his undercut. you have no idea why but it’s just too damn fine on this man a fein. you’ve NEVER expected yourself to like undercuts this much but oh boy oh you were feining over his undercut. you don’t know If gojo knew of your thirst for his undercut or he did and didn’t wanna say anything enjoying the fact something so little made you like this. would’ve teased the hell out of you If he knew. currently you were laying at the end of the bed in your back with your phone in the air scrolling through whatever laughing at memes you encountered. you’ve been waiting for gojo to get home, he was supposed to be home by 8 but It was going onto 10. he supposedly said him and nanami had to go do somthing which is why he isn’t home at the selected time he set for himself. you weren’t tripping over It, humming a small tune to yourself as you continued to scroll through instagram but stopped spotting a post on your feed. eyebrows furrowed scrolling back to the page to see pictures of satoru, you looked to see and It was a fanpage you were following. you swiped through the selected photo they posted eyes widening more and more each time you swiped to a new photo.

you sat up fast using two fingers to zoom in on the photo getting a good glance of the picture. it was pictures of a photo shoot he did but you didn’t remember this photo shoot.., it was multiple pictures of him modeling for a brand deal he was partnered up with calvin klein and all the photos were him shirtless showing off the brand he represented. your mouth dropped looking more at the photos, he didn’t tell me he had a photo shoot?! Is this what he meant by him and nanami being “busy?”. while you were still stuck upon these pictures you heard the front door open and close, heavy footsteps making their way towards the room. but you didn’t pay attention you only payed attention to the photos on your phone! after seeing them you clicked down to the search icon to type in his user to see a ‘1 new post’ notification, clicking on it to see the same exact pictures as you saw.

when satoru walked into the room he was greeted with a glaring eyed you with your arms crossed. he raised a brow, “what I do now?.” he asked instantly knowing that look on your face, you rolled your eyes with a scoff. “you know what you did.” you squinted your eyes at him hearing a small chuckle as he walked to your guys shared closet turning the lights on, “I don’t know what you’re talking about baby.” liar. you got up from the bed to walk to the closet, “why didn’t you tell me you had another photo shoot today?.” again he chuckled taking off his shirt to changing into a new one, “wanted to surprise you.”

“well you damn sure did.” you whispered, the memory of his undercut being perfect with his toned back and his smirk! that cocky ass smirk fitting perfect with the photos..spotting the faded scratches you marked on him made you hot. “you sound flustered doll, you okay?.” he teased throwing on a new pair of bottoms, turning around to face your embarrassed state. “first of all I am not flustered, second it just took me by surprise! that’s all.” by the way your voice went up a note made him more suspicious walking closer to you with a head tilt, grabbing the loop of your shorts pulling him closer to you staring down at you. you were roughly the same height as him just him being an Inch taller, staring Into your eyes as you stared back, “hearing your voice pitch up says other wise.” you rolled your eyes tilting your head to the side, “fine, I admit It. but can you reallllyyyy blame me?.” of course not, anyone and I mean anyone would feel the same way if they saw their 6’1 boyfriend, with a perfect undercut and toned back modeling for one of your favorite brands. “yeah?.” you nodded, “yeah..you should see your fan pages. they’re all over you for that new photo shoot~.” you teased back wrapping your arms around his neck, brushing your fingers in his hair messaging his scalp. he softly groaned In your touch loving the feeling of your fingers, “those fan pages will corrupt your mind.” you scoffed tugging his hair down a little hearing a small hiss, “shut it.” he wasn’t lying, ever since you followed one of his fan pages your mind as been non stop thinking about every photo they post on their page.

“you know I’m telling the truth.” he whispered, trailing his hand down your waist to the mid of your back, down your ass, to the back of your legs, lifting you up, wrapping them around his waist taking you by surprise. “plus, wouldn’t It be fun If I made your fantasy’s become reality?” he mumbled leaning his lips to peck against your neck and chest, walking towards the bed. you hummed, running your hands through his hair as you felt his soft touches soon gasping feeling you fall ontop of the bed with him hovering over you. “you know..I know how you always drool over my undercut?.” he chuckled feeling you hit him in his arm turning your head away, “I don’t drool! and It’s a hot look on you, can you blame me?.” you were so cute, he smiled and shook his head leaning his head down continuing to peck your neck, “yeah whatever.” he mumbled moving his kisses up to your neck, nibbling and soon sucking at your sweet spot, smirking at the way your legs tightened around him, “shouldn’t you be doing your work—.” you were cut off by a small moan, satoru humming with a shrug.

“work can wait. just sit back, relax and let me take care of you.”

[meyobe]

could you do obey me boys with a professional volleyball player mc? 🤫 like they enter at RAD's volleyball team and are absolutely SLAYING o smth like that

A/n: Im making Mc hella op when it comes to volleyball. Mc for world domination 2023.

These are also play offs of the brother before I personally think it’s more entertaining. You’ll be of the boss of that though.!

Lucifer

It had only been a month since Mc had been ( abducted ) from their home.

It had been only a month and you’re already disobeying him.

Mc’s schedule was HOL-RAD-HOL.

As soon as that last bell rang MC was meant to go straight to HOL with the company of Mammon.

Yet, Lucifer found Mammon coming home alone and asked where MC was.

Turns out Mc had been paying off Mammon to drop them off at the gym for practice and pick them up before Lucifer came home.

He wondered where Mc got the nerve while he was on his way to the gym.

He busted open the gym door.

Only to see Mc diving into over the out of bounds line and hit the ball behind them and over the net and score a point.

( think that nishinoya scene from haikyu)

Mc was cheering with their team before feeling a familiar gaze on them.

“I see you’ve made yourself acquainted with the volleyball team.” His words were harsh and cold

Just as you were about to speak.

“ If you wanted to join extra curricular activities, you should’ve just asked instead of paying my brother off.”

He then explain how Diavolo wants Mc to get the full experience.

And for a while that was that.

Until, he’d come and watch Mc play.

When questioned about it later on he’d say.

“ I cant very have the exchange student injured due to this game”

He’d make sure Mc wasn’t hurt and if they were sore he’d offer some sort of concoction to help the pain.

Mammon

At first he wasn’t to sure about disobeying Lucifer rules. They were set in place an- Mc said 20 Grimm each day he covers for them?

He’s all on board.

At the start he didn’t even think Mc would get on the team.

Was he sorely mistaken.

He had just drop Mc off and didn’t want to go home right away.

He was walking around campus before finding himself back at the gymnasium.

He thought he’d pass some time by watching you fail.

Maybe if he recorded it, it could sell as a “ Big Time Fails of Devildom” ( I completely made this up)

He walked in and propped his camera up.

Mc was running up for the ball and spiked it over their opponents heads.

And that was game.

He was flabbergasted. How could a human be so good at volleyball and nonetheless beat demons?!????

He immediately pullled you away and was asking if you cheated.

“ Why or even How could I cheat?” Mc says wiping sweat off their forehead.

“The same way I cheat off Satan’s tests”

“Wait… don’t tell him that, but I’m totally posting this. I could make a fat buck off of this🤫.”

He would sit on the stands and watch as Mc destroyed the opposite team.

He’d always come up after just to ask you how did it feel to win?

He could feel the greed of your pact coming off of you.

He’d also see Lucifer there asking why the hell is he there saying he was there first🙄.

#JealousMammonisadream

Levi

He was just watching Deviltube before he saw that Mammon posted something.

Human wipes the floor with demon:NOT CLICKBATE 100% Real 👹😮‍💨🙀💯🔥

He knows Mammons stupidity know no bound so he decided to watch it.

And as the caption stated Mc did wipes the floor with those demons.

He immediately thought of a human anime he saw about volleyball.

He wondered if you saw the ball coming to you in slo-mo before making a move.

As soon as Mc came home he’d ask all kinds of questions about it.

When did Mc first start to play volleyball?

Do you actually enjoy it?

Is this a normie thing ?

Can he maybe come to watch you play?

Mammon would shut him down as he does but after another month he asked MC.

He had one class with Mc where he was the only brother there so that’s when he asked.

“Mc… do you think I could watch you play. “ his voice just above a whisper.

“Hm? Oh, Of course you Can. I actually have a game this Saturday you’re more than welcome to come!!! I hope to see you Leviathan😁.”

The smile was enough to make him pass out.

Satan was the one to catch him.

The image of you walking away after dating he could go was enough t to make him pass out again.

He came with so many snacks and drinks that weekend.

He also recorded and compared it to the anime he saw.

Satan

“Levi? Are you okay?”

“Mc…. Volleyball”

He watched as Levi passed out again.

Placing him on the table to try to figure out what he meant by that.

Come to think of it he did hear about an extremely good volleyball player this year.

It couldn’t be Mc right? Their only a human.

Theres no way a human could be that good…right?

He doesn’t use social media as much as his brother so he doesn’t know who it is exactly.

He knows that the volleyball team had practice Mon, Wen,Thru, and Friday.

He’d just have to wait till tomorrow to find out if it’s true.

The bell had just rang and he was on a mission.

On his way to the gym he bummed Into asmo but no time for distractions.

He saw Lucifer and Mammon on the benches. Bickering of course but he saw Mc returning the ball to their teammate and receive it back no problem.

Maybe Mc was the right person he was looking for.

His head followed the ball back and forth as he saw Mc grab the ball and put it away.

He didn’t say anything like his brother did.

He just examined you like an animal in its environment.

He was amused with the way you held your own.

Something about not needing help from your teammates got to him.

His cheeks were turning red.

He was going to come to you’re game on Saturday whether he asked you or not.

“Oooooo is a brother of mine blushing?”

Asmo

“By the way I didn’t appreciate how you ignored me in the halls :(.“

Satan simply rolled his eyes and walked towards the benches with his brothers.

“I heard about Mc’s volleyball abilities but never had time to come and see them” he said sitting down next to Satan.

He turned back to see his older brothers a couple of benched up from him.

He watched as you set the net up.

He made comments about Mc’s shorts saying something about how come they can wear shorts that short but he can’t.

Satan tried to explain the different between game uniform and nudity.

He didn’t see a difference. ( he’s so 😜)

When it Mc’s turn yo serve he doesn’t think much of it. Until.

BAMB

The sound of the ball hitting the other demons forearm made him cringe.

He knew the basics of volleyball but in no way was that sound apart of the game.

He shut his mouth as watched the game like an addict.

He wondered what was your next move cheering you on from the benches.

He already knew what products to give to you help with redness or sore muscles.

As soon as practice was over he ran over to Mc.

Telling them how scary the sound was and they should be more careful.

He wishes he came sooner.

He help Mc walk home due to sore legs much to Mammons protest.

He’d take care of you when you got home.

Beel

His practice was over before Mc’s and he was the only one who knew about their hidden talent.

He was in the kitchen when he heard the front door open. He saw mc wrapped around Asmo.

He assumed they overdid it at practice.

“Ooh little brother did you know Mc was on the volleyball team?!?? They are amazing!!! <3” he said placing Mc on a chair.

“ Of course I did, I practice with them.” Munch munch munch

The room went quiet.

The brothers all questioned him.

After getting confirmation from Mc.

“Beel how could you not tell us?!?! I mean Im your big brother:/“

“It’s not like you asked”

“ROTFFFF , you totally just got owned”

“Maybe It’s because you not his fav big bro like I am right beel 🤑”

“Belphie is my favorite.”

Satan and Lucifer try not to laugh and walk away.

In the distance you can hear a certain blonde laughing.

Eventually things die down and he asks you if you want to take an ice bath.

The two of you are a couple feet apart of your own container filled with ice talking about how practice was.

He supports Mc’s game choice and helps them with tips hes learned along the way.

He can’t make it to ever practice but he’s at every game cheer you on.

With Mc’s number on his cheek holding a sign.

Belphie

He was the day of the game but he didn’t even know if. The house was less noisy that usual.

He found the loud noises comforting and can’t sleep without them.

Annoyed, he looks around the house for his brothers.

He finds you Instead.

“Where are my brothers?”

He saw Mc is a uniform and was confused.

“Wait did beel have a game today?”

“No, it’s actually my game?…”

“Since when are you on the volleyball team?”

“Since ever?”

“Why didnt you tell me?”

His attitude made him seem like he wasn’t Into going to your games.

But turn out he was.

He knew how much this meant to you.

So he stood up the entire time. Not falling asleep once.

Once the game was over the brother all came to you but him.

Walking out the gym you saw him in your jersey.

He had left early to get you merch.

He apologized for not being there for the finally match.

He had bought the entire stand.

Hoodie, shirts, mugs.

Claiming his brothers would find good use in them.

He promised he be at ever game and asked Mc to sign the jersey he bought.

He wears the jersey to sleep every night.

It’s good luck he says.

A/n: Oh my lorddd this took forever. I am not going back to fix errors so plz don’t criticize me!!!

I hope you all enjoyed!!! ❤️

[negantwd4l]

Regret.. part 1

Boyfriend’s dad!negan x fem reader

This is my first ever fan fic!! So please be nice😭 if you have any tips lmk pleaseee

I honestly dont like it but that happens everytime I make something so lmk what y’all think

I kind of got carried away but there will be a part 2 soon🤫

This is pre-apocalypse obvi

18+ only

This will be smutty it will include

Oral (f receiving), getting caught, age gap (reader is 20-23, negan is 50ish..?), cheating, fingering

You’ve suspected that your boyfriend has been cheating on you but you never really had proof so you’d just move on. That was until last week, you were going through his camera roll while he was in the shower to find a picture to post but instead you came across a sex tape. You watch it out of curiosity and you notice that isn’t you in the video but that was him. You’d recognise that curvy dick anywhere, you and Nate (ur bf) would have sex all the time but you never had the heart to tell him that you never enjoyed it so you’d just fake it. You put his phone down where you found it and zoned out while you tried to process what you just saw until he got out the shower and pretended you didn’t know.

Two weeks later

You still haven’t told him you know as your too stressed to deal with him trying to win you back and plead his case because you are about to start finals and have so much studying to do. You ring the doorbell to his house and surprisingly his dad negan answers the door. “Well hello there, doll!” He says in his raspy voice. Ever since you met him he’s been super flirty and you never minded it as you found him attractive but you were dating his son, then a thought flew by your mind ‘sleep with him, Nate will regret ever touching another women’ “you okay there?” His voice pulls you out of that thought and you smile “yeah, sorry. Can I come in? Me and Nate are having a movie night.” “Yes of course” he moves slightly out of the way for you so you have to brush against him to get past. “Is it okay if I join you for the movie night? I know it would be weird as I’m his dad but I feel like watching some movies yknow?” He asks voice still raspy. Your previous thought about revenge wonders to your mind again “I’d love for you to join us” you say smirking. “Alright! Let me know when you start the movies then” he then wonders off to his room just as your boyfriend comes down the stairs making your smile disappear and a fake one coming through “hey baby” he says while checking you out. Your wearing a blue low cut top and a short black skirt with some jewellery to complement your outfit. He drags you upstairs to his room which is right across the hall from negans, and you couldn’t help but look through the small crack in the door and see him without a shirt on, you look down at his perfect torso and admire the tattoos on his body as you look up you notice him looking at you too and he winks, you feel a pool burning between your legs as you turn to enter Nate’s bedroom even though you’d much rather be in negans.

“Shhh keep it down your dads in the next room” you say to him still thrusting inside you and not listening. You realise he’s getting close so you pretend you are too as he starts grabbing at your boobs, 10 seconds later he unloads in you and pulls out after “I said pull out before!! What the fuck!” You yell out not caring that his dad might hear. “I’m sorry It’s fine it’s not like your on your period anyways” that comment made your blood boil so you took your bra and shirt to the bathroom to put on and calm down. In that moment you decided to do it. You were going to seduce and fuck negan and make sure Nate knows. You come out the bathroom and make your way towards your boyfriends room. “look I’m sorry I just don’t want to risk it” you say leaning against the door frame he looks at you and apologises and asks if you wanna start the movies, of course you said yes because you wanted to see negan. You guys headed downstairs and see his dad already looking for a movie to watch “what do you think of a scream marathon?” He asks already putting the first one on, “do we have a choice?” Nate says laughing.

Your boyfriend had this weird thing about him that he has to sit in a one seater chair during a movie so you and negan sat next to each other on the couch, every now and then his arm or leg would brush against you and everytime your stomach would swirl and you’d start blushing. You didn’t think he noticed but he actually did and would smirk everytime but you were too busy trying to hide your blushing to notice. About 45 minutes into the 3rd movie Nate started to snore so you and negan looked at each other and starting laughing. You pause the movie and take him up to bed and he passes straight back out so you went downstairs to keep watching the movies with negan “finally, what took you so long? It’s like you had a quickie” he says teasingly at you while smirking. “Thank god we didn’t” you say under your breathe not sure if he heard you or not he then turns his head to you “why?” “Doesn’t matter” and he shrugs it off. After watching the movie for another 20 minutes he turns and looks at you, you look at him confused. “I have to tell you something and you won’t like it” you look at him even more confused until he continues “Nate has been.. he’s been cheating on you” he says with sorrow in his eyes “thank you for telling me, but I already know” he gives a confused look while thinking of something to say. “It’s fine, I found out 2 weeks ago” “then why are you still with him?” Not wanting him to know your intentions yet you don’t say anything back but he grabs your chin gently so you look at him “I’ve heard you two before, I could give you a real orgasm.” He says bearly above a whisper. Your mouth drops open in shock and he’s still looking at you with a smirk. ‘How did he know’ is all that’s going through your head right now “you need a real man who knows what’s fake and what isn’t. I can be that man” your mouth still open from shock as he whispers it in your ear. Without thinking you smash your lips against his hungrily and he returns it with the same amount of hunger and passion grabbing the back of your neck to pull you deeper in the kiss and you start to unbuckle his dark blue jeans in hopes of a real orgasm when he pulls back from the kiss and stops your hands, you look at him confused and ask “what’s wrong?” Hoping your not humiliating yourself he reply’s “not yet darlin’, I want to take my time with you because I’ve wanted this for so long and i know you have too” he does his infamous smirk as you bite your bottom lip, then suddenly he whispers “let’s make sure Nate knows what your real orgasm sounds like” and suddenly he’s picked you up and taking you to his room right across from Nate’s. He throws you on the bed gently but rough at the same time and doesn’t close the door all the way and you know why so you giggle a little because you can’t believe this is actually going to happen.

He looks at you seriously and asks “if you want to stop at anytime just say so. I won’t be mad, I just want to make sure your okay” you nodded and smiled at him before plunging your lips back to his and you could feel him smile against your lips, he starts kissing your jawline and you loved the way his salt and pepper beard rubbed against your neck. He slowly starts making his way down your neck after possibly leaving a hickey on your neck to your cheekbone you could feel yourself practically dripping at this point and you loved it. Suddenly he stopped and looks at you “why’s this shirt still here darlin’”before slowly slipping it up leaving kisses over where he removed the shirt until he got it over your head and starts kissing you again. He looks down to your red lacy bra and you could feel his pants tightening under your thigh which only made you wetter. He slowly removes the bra before taking a nipple to his mouth and sucking then moving to the other doing the exact same thing, he bit down on it making a moan slip out of your throat making him practically purr “ohh you like it rough don’t you, you dirty girl.” He said before slowly making his way down your stomach with kisses making you squirm under him. He was about to reach your waistband before you stopped him and looked at you concerned before you smirked then continuing to take his shirt off and seeing his upper body made you moan without even being touched, he smirked “like what you see? Don’t blame you I would stare too” “such smugness, better not be making up for something that’s lacking” you bit your lip as you looked at the spot where his jeans tightened to give him a hint “such a rude girl, do I need to punish you?” He says in a sinister tone his eyes going dark, he doesn’t wait for you to say anything back before smashing his middle finger in your tight cunt making you whimper in pain and pleasure “do I need to repeat myself?” “No” you manage to get out still in shock from his fingers smashing into you “no what?” “No daddy” “good girl. I know that’s what you call me when masterbaiting to me at night” he wasn’t wrong, your vibrator knows it too. He pulls his fingers out slowly making you whimper softly he then takes the finger and moves it into his mouth “damn you taste good darlin’” he then proceeds to move his face down to your wet pussy when you realise you panic “wait! No one’s ever done that to me before” you confess as he looks at you with a grin “so I get to be the first one to eat out your pussy. Good. And oh it seems you’re even dirtier than I thought, no panties?” You must’ve left them in Nate’s room but suddenly your train of thought was interrupted when a tongue fell on your sensitive clit making you moan loudly “that’s it baby, let me hear you” he goes straight back down and sucks your bundle of nerves making you moan again getting a groan out of him and the vibrations making you get closer to the edge. This was like nothing you’ve ever felt before in the best way possible, he continues sucking and licking then a finger pushes in you pumping in and out, then two fingers stretched you making you cry out in pain and pleasure. Your head falls back to the mattress as your eyes roll back as well. The burning ball in your stomach starts intensifying as his fingers start curling and hitting your g-spot “yes daddy f- faster please” you could barely get it out between your toes curling and one hand pushing his head down as far as it’ll go to get as much friction as you can you could barely get out words, only moans. But he listens and his pace fastens making you moan even louder. As your about to reach the edge a door opens. Nate’s door. Your in too close to care that negans door swung own and Nate stood there frozen and your eyes locked right as your orgasm ripped through you with so much force you bellowed out in pleasure. once your done negan turns around to Nate who’s still frozen “see now that’s what her real orgasm sounds like” he says, his beard covered in your juices and kicks the door shut.

[timmymyluv]

i hear a symphony

FAKE INSTA AU

fem! kpop idol reader x timothee chalamet 

been so long since my last au! going to try to queue up my drafts in the two weeks i’m gone but we’ll see. 

hope u guys like this its really fun to make. it just seems so easy to put them together but sometimes i do end up forgetting some usernames that can comment haha

as always my inbox is open please talk to me im lonely here send requests/say hi/talk/say anything about my past work i wanna interact with yall :((

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[rpf-bat]

Flufftober Drabbles, Day 22: “Have You Heard?”

I’m so sorry for posting this five days late. 😭 I’ll try to get caught up over the weekend.

This one’s Niko/Joonas and it’s 672 words. 🤫

Joonas was standing in the checkout line at the supermarket. The mask covering the lower half of his face itched, and he knew he probably looked strange, wearing sunglasses indoors, with his hoodie pulled up over his head. But, lately, this was the only way he could walk around Helsinki, without being mobbed by fans.

He didn’t mind doing the occasional picture or autograph. But, today, he was starving, and he just wanted to buy his frozen dinner in peace and go home. He glanced nervously at the two teenage girls in front of him in line. They didn’t seem to recognize him. Thank goodness.

“Have you heard?” the blonde girl whispered to her friend.

“Heard what?” the brown-haired teen asked.

“That Joonas and Niko are officially dating!” the blonde grinned.

Huh? Joonas blinked.

“No way!” the second girl gasped.

“It’s true,” the first girl insisted.

No, it’s not, Joonas thought, chewing his lip uncomfortably.

“Where did you read this?” the brunette asked, as she handed her credit card to the cashier.

“In Ilta-Sanomat,” the blonde replied.

What the hell? Joonas frowned, grabbing a copy of the popular Finnish tabloid off the newsstand by the checkout counter.

His eyes widened when he saw the headline: It’s Official! Joonas Porko And Niko Moilanen Are In A Relationship! Read More On Page Three!

Joonas raised an eyebrow as he flipped the pages.

A source close to the band, he read suspiciously, states that violent pop vocalist Niko Moilanen officially started dating his bandmate, Joonas Porko, one month ago! Our source wishes to remain anonymous, but he states that the happy couple are spending lots of time together, enjoying their new relationship now that their tour of Europe is over!

Their source doesn’t exist, Joonas thought with a sigh. As much as he wished for the article to be true, it wasn’t. He and Niko were just friends.

He paid for his food quickly, and walked home. He dialed Niko’s number while his food cooked in the microwave.

“Hey, what’s up?” Niko asked, answering on the second ring.

“Why do the newspapers think we’re dating?!” Joonas cried.

“I don’t know,” Niko replied, sounding amused. “Maybe because we kiss each other all the time?”

“Not anymore. We didn’t play Sharks at all, during the last two tours,” Joonas protested. “You know that.”

This had been by his own request. He had given Niko the excuse, that he was simply bored of playing the same old song, again and again. In actuality, it had started to hurt, to kiss someone every night, who wasn’t actually interested in a serious relationship with him.

“Does it bother you that much?” Niko asked. “I mean, the idea of dating me?”

“It bothers me that people are saying it, because it’s not true,” Joonas frowned. “Someone is pretending to know us, and lying about our relationships to the press.”

“The press probably made it up themselves, to sell magazines,” Niko guessed, chuckling.

“This isn’t funny!” Joonas cried.

Everything was a joke to Niko. He giggled every time they kissed. Joonas felt like an idiot, for letting his own feelings for Niko become so serious.

“So, what do you want me to do about it?” Niko asked.

“I don’t know,” Joonas sighed. “I guess people will believe what they want to believe about us.”

“Well…,” Niko asked hesitantly, “would it make you feel better if the rumors were true?”

“Huh?” Joonas reddened. “What are you saying?”

“What if you and I actually went on a date?” Niko clarified.

“Stop messing with me,” Joonas said softly.

“I’m not joking,” Niko insisted. “Joonas, I’m really asking you out right now.”

“Really?” Joonas blinked.

“Yes, really!” Niko replied seriously. “Joonas..I always feel happier when I’m around you. Thats why I can’t keep the smile off my face.”

“Then, yes!” Joonas grinned, wondering if this was all just a sweet dream. “I’d love to!”

“Let the paparazzi take pictures of us holding hands if they want to,” Niko dared. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

[chloeworships]

I saw Jesus’ face twice today…

This image is from one of the linen cloths used to wrap Jesus when he was buried. It’s said his face was imprinted into the cloth and found in the 1500’s. It’s a relic and kept in Tourin, Italy until today.

I have been feeling the need to rest, be still and be in the presence of my God and I asked him to join me and he came… he is here with me and I am elated

As I was sleeping, I heard the LORD say twice “Elijah, Elijah”. I then saw a desert 🏜️ like place with a black gate and dozed off to sleep. I didn’t understand what I saw.

As I was editing my pinned post, I saw Elijah’s name again (I had seen it before when I first posted the quote) but now it had an even more significance as I remembered Elijah was depressed and worn out from slaying 500 false Baal prophets and whose life was threatened by Jezebel. So I decided to pull up the scripture and found this article and I just cried.

Recall, I told you all that Archangel Michael tapped me on the shoulder 3x to wake me up. An Angel did the same for Elijah and I had forgotten 😇

The other morning for some strange reason I was craving Red Velvet (my favourite) for BREAKFAST which never happens… so I went out and bought it 😩 Now I’m reading in scripture that the Angel offered Elijah CAKE 🍰

Last week, I was immensely thirsty… more than usual… so I made it a point to guzzle as much water as possible. I re-read the scripture and discovered the Angel gave Elijah water… both the cake and water sustained Elijah for 40 days. Jesus FASTED for 40 days. The Israelites wondered the desert for 40 years… all in ISOLATION.

Interesting to say the least.

I too, like Elijah, once sat under a tree in absolute distress as I waited for an important phone call that would bring good news 🗞️ I remember praying through my tears BEGGING GOD for this call and right then and there, the call came ☎️🤩

I love God/Jesus so much babes. If God is for us, who can be against us?

I hope sharing this miraculous testimony gives you HOPE, knowing God is with you too even if you don’t see him, he’s there.

🥲🥹😇

You will experience God, according to your faith babes. Call him in closer to you.

Thank you Father, for your grace and your mercy, for sustaining me and for the cake and water. Thank you for REST 😴 Thank you for being with us ALL.

This passage also confirms the word given to me (in secret) to anoint some of you the way I was taught, when the time comes bc BIG TINGZ A GWAN for those of you who God sends to me… but keep this between us 🤫😂 God is still working on me.

🏺

UPDATE:

Further down is the passage that discusses the CALL of Elisha. I can’t make this stuff up babes.

It’s funny bc I was joking with God saying “I should have looked at the job description of a prophet before I agreed to this so I could think about it some more 😅🤣🤣🤣” and here Elijah says to Elisha “think about what I have done to you”.

Expect a call ☎️

Also God could be calling someone else to the office of a Prophet.

[soft4gguk]

to build a home | chapter seven

Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. loads of plot. fluff. smut.

Word count: 13k (if u saw the post where i promised this one wouldn’t be 10k like the last one, no u didn’t 🤫)

Warnings: oral sex (m & f), deepthroating (did i say pj jk? my bad, i meant bj jk 😌), soft!dom jk, sub oc, fingering, everything is v wet, v graphic, dirty talk, protected penetrative sex, lil bit of cockwarming, they’re so smitten w each other through it all, loads of kissing <3, loads of lovin’, lil bit of angst but it has a happy ending, so much fluff, they’re so domestic, JUNGKOOK IS A DREAM, oc has 0 filter, shirtless jimin making coffee?, i think that’s it <3

Author’s note: i truly hope u enjoy this one <33 sorry for making it so long i got carried away and also!!! this is what happens when y’all put the image of dilf jk in those see through pyjamas in my mind and send me audio porn, ok? i go crazy!! i love u guys, sm. thank u for the love always!! i’m sending it right back paired w a million kisses ur way, as per usual. <3333 xxxxx

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Texts in bold + italic resemble a recollection of past events.

Chapter Seven

“Tap into your awareness. Take a deep breath, feel the warm light spread all through your body – a golden hue that starts at the top of your head all the way to the tip of your toes. Bask in it, welcome the peace into every inch of your temple. Feel it in your core, that warm light – that tingle-”

You bring your steps to an abrupt halt.

“Bro, really?” You stare at your screen in disbelief, as if the sweet voice that was attempting to coax you into a peaceful headspace would apologize for how oddly arousing you found her meditative practice.

You pull at the string of your headphones, with more force than necessary for, you know, emphasis – shortly followed by a groan, all powered by frustration.

The worst kind of frustration there is.

“You know what I do when I’m really horny?” Lucy’s question snaps you out of your sulking.

You stay quiet for a couple of seconds, debating whether you want to know the answer to that or not. Today had been stressful enough – a long, slow Monday that had marked the highest temperatures the Summer had seen. A historical heatwave, they called it. Though your heat came less from the fact that the Earth is so polluted it reaches the 40s and more from your activities the day prior.

You decide to venture into her potential advice. “Tell me, Senpai.”

“I have sex with Jimin.” She simply shrugs, voice relaxed as she takes another lick of her strawberry iced lolly. You wince at how lewd she makes it look.

“You had sex for the first time like- yesterday.”

“Wrong. I made love for the first time two weeks ago.”

“My bad, Aphrodite.”

“You’re just bitter because I’ve had sex in your boyfriend’s house and you haven’t.” Her smile is roguish and you can’t help but return it, consequently shoving a pillow her way.

“You’re so bad. So, so bad.”

“The mattress had great elasticity, by the way. Like crazy comfortable. Like- oh! Duh. Like a hotel bed!”

You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “I don’t know what hurts the most – the fact that I want to know how comfortable his mattress is or that… he’s not my boyfriend. He’s not my boyfriend and therefore we have to take it slow. We have to be good, Lucy. We can’t let another playroom gate unfold.”

“I think playroom gate was totally healthy.”

That’s her new thing, preaching about the importance of a healthy sex life.

“Fuck, I know. I didn’t even know sex could feel like that. And we didn’t even go all the way.” Your breathing starts picking up, chest heaving slightly at the sole memory.

“Okay, okay. I’ll give you actual good advice. From a former virgin to a newly rebirthed one-” you narrow your eyes at her, another pillow ready to swing in her direction. She just giggles. “Meditate.”

“Meditate?”

“Yup. It really helps you relax and focus on the now. Consciousness and all that.”

“I am consciously horny. Now.”

She laughs. “Where’s Herbie?”

Herbie, also known as your vibrator.

“I don’t want Herbie!” You throw your hands up in defeat, sighing as they come down.

You’re fully throwing a tantrum, you’re aware. But you can’t help the tension that builds all through you. The way something in your lower belly drops like quickfire when you all but think about his face – his hooded eyes, glassy over how on edge he was. The red of his lips. The mess you’d made of his hair from running your hands through it, tugging whenever he had your hips bucking and your legs closing around his big, strong ones.

Here we go again.

Another groan.

Lucy gets serious all of a sudden, straightening up in her place on the couch. “Well, ___, then you’re gonna have to revaluate this whole taking it slow. Or, I don’t know, get on your knees and pray. Maybe he'll show mercy and, you know, whilst you’re at it...”

Meditation sucks.

Okay, you’re being dense.

Meditation as to treat sexual frustration sucks. Yet you keep gravitating towards it because for one, you already paid for the overpriced app subscription and two, it’s good white noise. It’s your third day in this torturous journey to tuning into your higher self who, presumably, is less horny and more collected. A true being of light. You decide to complement your spiritual practices with a nice walk – making sure to get out of the bus a few stops prior so you can collect yourself with the aid of some movement and fresh air until you have to come face to face with the very root of your distress.

You smile. That’s all it takes, really. One brief second of him crossing your mind. Fuck welcoming peace. Jeon Jungkook is so much better.

You pick up your pace, your whole demeanour giddying up at the fact that it’s only approximately twenty minutes until you see him again. Him and Soori, hand in hand as she practices her walking – big round eyes and puffy cheeks coming up to greet you, her little button nose scrunching up in excitement. Her expressions are a carbon copy of her father’s, whose face takes on the same motions at the sight of you.

When you finally make it to his front door, you can feel the excitement settling in your chest. It makes you think about how lucky you are – to be able to come to them.

You ring the doorbell and wait for a minute, smile adorning your face as you hear the door unlock from the inside as it begins to swing open. You take a step forwards, voice ready to chirp out your usual greeting for Mrs. Chae.

The words are caught in your throat as the door comes to an open and you’re met with Jungkook, a bright smile on his face as he holds Soori in his arms, her smile growing so wide it makes her pacifier slip from between her mouth.

All of it is unexpected – from having him open the door for you, to seeing him first thing in the morning and taking in his enthusiasm.

Jungkook is halfway out the door, free arm outstretched, ready to welcome you in it.

“What are you wearing?” Your words make him stop dead in his tracks, confused.

You just stare at him, unabashedly scanning your eyes through his body. He looks fresh out of the shower – hair silky and soft and a soft expression in his face that tells you he’s well rested. He looks good, that’s not it. What’s it is his outfit, if it can even be considered as such. He’s wearing a mesh, see-through olive green set. The short sleeve shirt and pants so sheer they leave little to the imagination as your eyes fall from the dark ink you can make out on his shoulder to his black briefs. The first couple of buttons in his shirt are undone and so is your sanity.

“Wha- oh. My pyjamas? It’s a cozy morning. We’re cozy, you see?” He motions to Soori as he says this and you take in her cute lilac sweatsuit, a soft pair of bunny slippers on her feet as they swing back and forth frantically. She smiles at you, letting you know she wants to be in your arms – almost surprised herself that she gets to see you earlier than usual.

“You sleep like that?”

“No, I don’t. I sleep-” but Jungkook doesn’t finish that sentence, for both of your sakes. “It’s a lounge set, now can you come in?”

You step inside, a chuckle escaping your lips. “A lounge set. That is so presump-” but before you can finish your witty remark, his arm snakes around your waist and his lips collapse against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. “Jung-,” you gasp, “what are you doing? Where’s Mrs. Chae?”

“She’s away. On vacation,” he says, lips still grazing yours. He places one last chaste kiss, smiling a little at the way you pout, still confused. He pecks your cheek before he finally says, “good morning.”

It’s going to be a long, long day.

“Morning,” your voice is a dreamy whisper, chest still flushed to his. Soori taps on your shoulder repeatedly, a bit more forceful than usual as she lets out a little whine, demanding your attention. She’s still getting used to having to share it. “Hi, princess. Good morning. How are you?” You take her from him as she jumps in your arms.

“Ouch,” he brings his hands to his chest dramatically, “so she gets all the morning love?”

“Now I see where she gets it from,” you tease, making him scowl at you. “Good morning, lounge princess.” You coo at him, pinching his cheek.

“Do you not like it?” He says, gaze dropping to take a look at his clothes as if he hadn’t just picked them himself.

You hold back a laugh, but your smile gives your amusement away. “It’s… different. You can rock it, though.”

He pouts. “You’re mean.”

“Naaaa,” Soori says, taking you by surprise.

“Yeah, Soo. Tell daddy.” You walk away as you say this, making your way to the kitchen.

He’s about to protest on your use of the forbidden word but his brain fails him, currently working at a solid 3% of its normal capacity. He opts for engaging in baby talk. That always helps. “Don’t flatter yourself. Everything is Na nowadays. We fall into the same category as the giraffe, the rubber ducky and… whatever’s edible, really.”

“So, are you working from home today?” You ask, strapping Soori in her high chair. Jungkook got a head start on her breakfast already and she waits patiently for it.

“Yeah. I pulled crazy hours yesterday so I told everyone to take it easy today. I still have a bunch of contracts to look through but, no meetings.”

“Ah, explains the fit.” You say, eyes glued to the apple you’re slicing.

He rolls his eyes, but walks towards you nonetheless. “Hey,” he towers you from behind, hands resting at either side of your body on the counter. “I missed you.”

“You saw me yesterday.” You mock nonchalance but he can hear the smile in your voice you hide from him.

“Well, yeah, but- I missed you. Like being able to hug you. And stuff.”

“And stuff,” you mimic, a playful tone to your voice.

“What did you put in your coffee this morning? You’re extra witty today, baby.”

Baby.

He hasn’t called you that since Sunday and your brain can’t grasp just how weak the pet name makes you. How you can physically feel your knees weakening, the way they write in poems and love songs.

Adoration with two pumps of horny, Jungkook. That’s what I put in my coffee.

You turn around, sheepishly smiling at him. His grin widens when he sees the light blush to your cheeks, arms leaving the counter and taking a step back. You miss his proximity already. “Nothing,” you sing-song, “I missed you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He smirks before his head lowers, his lips on a journey to find yours.

Soori shrieks, pointing at her apple as she lets out her infamous, “Naaa.”

You turn to her and Jungkook takes a step back.

“Sorry, Soo. Coming right up.” You tell her.

You go back to slicing her fruit and Jungkook plates her eggs, cutting them into tiny pieces as he does the same with the toast, lathering some avocado on top.

“Sorry,” he says, avoiding your eyes. “We should probably…,”

“Behave. Whilst, you know, I’m on the clock and everything.” You finish his sentence for him, pressure so evidently swimming in the air, it could cut a diamond.

“Yeah- yes. Also… we should, you know. Take it slow.”

“Yeah,” you agree, voice casual but there’s a strain to it. “Sunday was just… a tiny mishap. Good, but- a mishap.”

“Yes. I mean, I don’t regret it-”

You turn to him, frenzied eyes meeting his. “Neither do I.”

“But we should probably go back to our programmed schedule of… taking it easy. Slow is good.”

“Slow is great.”

“Yeah,”

“Yeah.”

~

Slow is, to put it lightly, hell.

You’ve been tip-toeing around the sexual tension that follows you like a shadow wherever you go – physically and mentally.

Yet, besides the gruelling desire for him that you can’t help but welcome all through your body you can’t really ignore how it doesn’t just stop at that. It’s the closeness you crave – in more than just the physical aspect of your relationship. Or more so, your situationship. That also has your head looping in a frenzied, uncontrollable train of thought.

You can’t shake just how much you enjoyed having him sweep you in his arms and press your lips to his – Soori in his hold, the both of them welcoming you with bright smiles and a sense of home. One that you’ve tried to tame down from inside your chest since the morning. You feel foolish, but it’s inevitable – the way you thought something had drastically shifted inside of him. That he’d changed his mind, not really caring anymore about someone finding out. Not his friends, not Mrs. Chae, not a potential neighbour passing by. It’s a stretch, in all ways fathomable. Because in reality, you know that slow doesn’t stem so much from what people would think when they realize he’s engaging in more than professional affairs with his nanny; but more so from the fact that opening up, to you, to the world, hell – even to himself – is still dreadful to Jungkook.

“Naaa-na?” Soori blabs, shoving a fistful of noodles that overflow from her little hand your way.

“No, baby. Those are noodles.” You tell her, smiling sweetly and leaning your face on your hand as you stare at her.

“Nanana,” she half sings, half states – shaking her head as she gives you that signature bunny smile.

You can feel your heart seizing up in your chest. She looks so much like her dad.

“Hey, bun. You look so much like your daddy when you smile like that.” She just stares at you, giddiness not faltering once as she continues to eat her noodles. “You’re so cute, just like him.”

You gave your heart to Soori far before Jungkook began occupying it, too. She was so easy to love – wide eyed, curious and even though she never lost that easy spirit of hers, you could see how much the situation was affecting her. She would cry, sometimes for long stretches of time, inconsolably sobbing into your shoulder as you rocked her back and forth, attempting to put her down for her nap. Her eyes would tear up and her little body would shake in your arms and the process was exhausting enough to carry its essence throughout the day. At times, Jungkook would walk through the front door, finally back from work, and she would fall into his arms, a new wave of tears threatening to spill from her glassy eyes. She would stare at her dad, quivering chin and tucked bottom lip, as if wondering if he’d leave again in a matter of minutes.

You didn’t realize just how affected she’d been until you overheard Jungkook, Hobi and Kenny that night after the inauguration. The bitterness in his words when he claimed Ira didn’t love Soori enough to stay.

It was then that you grasped it, the severity of the reality she was living through when you stepped into her life. It made you want to do things differently back then. If you’d known, you would’ve been able to understand just why she dreaded being put into her crib during nap time – fighting sleep in your arms until her little body gave in. She couldn’t just be left there, always needing to fall asleep in your arms. She would toss and turn, whining when she saw you walk away. It made sense to you why doorway goodbyes would be filled with tears and how when Jungkook came back, instead of excitement she would feel relief – followed by a new wave of fear he’d leave again.

You stare at her – really look at her. A happy baby. Easy-going, loving and trusting. A peace about her that sometimes startles you when you leave her to play by herself for a couple of minutes and realize she’s awfully quiet; only to find her in her own little world, quietly babbling to herself and her ever-growing family of plushies. She’s got giggles and tickles and shrieks whenever she sees any sort of animal on the tv – real or animated.

She’s good, you think. She healed.

You know her world is small. Her hours seem shorter, days breezing by as she seems to grow up with every passing minute. Yet you can’t help but think how time truly did wonders for her.

Time and love.

You truly hope time is just as good with Jungkook.

Time, and yes – love.

~

By the time it takes you to get Soori cleaned up from lunch and into pyjamas, cozied up and tucked in bed, it’s nearing half past one. Jungkook hasn’t left his office since the morning after breakfast time was done for Soori, which is odd because he always makes sure he’s with her for lunch whenever he’s home – even if it’s just to make her a bottle and put her down for her nap. What’s even more worrying is he hasn’t eaten since either, and with his breakfasts consisting of coffee and whatever nibbles he can get out of Soori’s – it’s even more concerning.

You tidy up the kitchen, scroll through your phone aimlessly and when the clock marks 2 pm you worry enough to make your way to his office, gently knocking on the door in case he’s really submerged in something or on a call of some sort. When a couple of seconds go by and there’s no reply from the other side of the door, your overdramatic brain begins crafting stories of the worst-case scenario.

“Come in,” he says, making you sigh in relief.

You open the door, stepping inside and gently closing it behind you. “I thought you were dead.”

That makes his eyes snap from his computer to you in a millisecond, brow raised and a playful smirk adorning his features. “That’s extreme. Where’s Soori?”

“Napping.” You reply, walking closer to his desk.

“Shit- already? I lost track of time.”

“You have really bad eating habits.” Your voice is monotone, casual.

“I love it when you speak your mind,” he says, tone not entirely sarcastic. His eyes are glued back to the screen of his computer. “Hey, can you help me with something?”

“Me?”

He hesitates for a second, looking up as he says, “yes, you.”

“I don’t know how much I can help with whatever goes on at the other side of this desk but, sure.” You say as you make your way towards him.

“Why’d you say that? You’re very smart.”

His comment flusters you. “Tell me how I can be of service then.”

“I’m writing this speech for a charity event we’re hosting next week and, I don’t know. I feel like it sounds very impersonal. Sort of like- a template. I don’t like it.”

“Ah. Then yes, I can definitely help.”

“Come on, Maya Angelou. Time to shine.” He says, rolling slightly to the side on his big leather chair so you can take a better look at his computer, a half-written speech on the screen.

You lean forwards, hands resting on his desk as you bent some, eyes fixed on the document as you scan through the words, analysing them. He feels slightly exposed. He also feels an intractable impulse to sit you on his lap. Not to necessarily do anything too sinful just – hold you.

He decides to be gentlemanly instead.

“Here, sit down-” he begins, body halfway up as he begins to stand. You just wave your hand at him in dismissal, murmuring a string of no, no’s. You look very focused and Jungkook decides to leave you be, sitting back down on his chair.

From what you can take, it’s a charity event to gather funds for a school for blind and disabled children. It’s heartfelt and compassionate, at times a bit informal even. It makes you smile, thinking about how much it feels like you’re reading a journal entry – written by none other than Jeon Jungkook.

“It’s good. I see what you mean, though, by trying to make it less impersonal. But I don’t think it’s impersonal at all. Whenever you want to transmit feelings whilst keeping your tone formal you do need some certain balance, though. Just so it doesn’t lose the tonality that makes up a speech. So, here- may I?” You say, fingers dancing close to the keyboard.

“Yes, yes. Of course,” he says.

You get to work, giving him pointers, asking him to write the sentence so you can twitch it a bit – expanding his vocabulary with fancy words that only end up making the speech more sincere. Approachable, as you say. By the third paragraph, he’s pretty much got it – having perfected it and added enough for it to be up to his standards.

“Thank you. I’ve never finished writing anything so quick in my life,” he tells you.

“You’re welcome. You should eat something,” you smile at him but it’s in a slightly patronizing way that makes his chest flutter when he realizes you worry about him.

“I will, I just- have to go through this one contract,” he returns.

“I thought you said you told everyone to take it easy today?”

“Yeah, them. Not me. It’s enough of a treat to be able to stay home, though.”

“Is the contract really long?” You’re stalling, not wanting to leave his side just yet.

“Yeah, look.” He places a stack of papers in front of him, bible-thick.

Your eyes widen. “Holy shit.”

He snorts, head thrown back as it turns into laughter. “Yes – holy shit, alright. What’s even worst, look at the tiny font” he says, skimming through the pages.

You gasp, a bit more dramatically than intended. But it doesn’t stop there. “I’m sorry you have to sit through agonizing paperwork,” your voice is sweet and you bring your hand to his head, giving him a soft pat. Or at least that’s the original intention.

He keens into your touch, leaning his head to the side slightly. So, inevitably, you find yourself carding your fingers through his hair – caressing softly. It’s an innocent touch, you know it and Jungkook knows it, too. So, he pushes all impulses aside and gives into it. it’s comforting to say the least and soon enough he’s returning the affection with a harmless touch of his own as he runs his knuckles down the soft skin of your free hand that rests at your side.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice low as he tries to remember exactly what he’s agreeing on.

“Still, you need to… recharge. Fuel and all that. Unwind,” you don’t mean for the last word to resemble a whimper but you can’t really stop it as it leaves you.

“Mhm. Your company helps though,” he says, sweet words matching his sweet face yet highly contrasting to the shadow that casts upon his gaze. Eyes dark with a hint of a glimmer in them.

“T-that’s good. I’m- glad. I can, um, get you something. To eat, I mean. You know, bring it here.” You offer, brain convincing you your voice sounded way more collected than it actually did.

He smiles. “No, that’s alright. Thank you, though.”

He just looks up, staring at you with that side smirk that makes your bones feel like jelly, bringing your hand closer to him as he laces his fingers with yours.

“You’re welcome.”

He simply hums, thumb caressing your hand ever so softly.

Slow. It’s written in both your gazes as your eyes lock with his, only missing them when you blink, a slow motion that makes your eyelids feel heavy with every passing second.

Slow. The same way he pulls you closer. Close enough to step between his legs before you instinctively fall into his touch completely, sitting on his lap.

Slow. Just like your touch as the hand that isn’t still intwined in his cups his cheek, stroking softly – slowly.

Slow. In the way he smiles, face relaxing as he leans into your touch, eyes closing as he basks in the feeling of your hands on his skin.

Slow. Like the words that fall from your lips as you say, “let me take care of you.”

Jungkook sighs, eyes fluttering once, then twice before he nods. Rationality catching up with him way too slowly to deny you.

Your hands snake past the collar of his shirt, eyes locking with his as he shudders under your touch. Your nails scraping lightly at the warm skin on his shoulders before you dig your fingers into the flesh. He tenses for a second before his whole body finally relaxes, melting into the chair as he lets out a faint moan – hand firmly squeezing at your hip before it lands on your ass.

“You know – it’s growing on me,” your fingers dance over his chest, nails brushing softly as they land on his sternum, “your lounge set.”

“Is that why you want to take it off of me?” He asks, raising his brows, a lopsided smirk forming at his lips when he feels your fingers work his buttons undone.

You let out a soft chuckle. “Not necessarily.”

“Hm, fine,” he lets outs a soft whimper when you release the last button, pausing for a second to take in his reaction before your hand travels upwards, running over his toned abdomen. His skin is so tan – so golden, you salivate at the sight. “I’ll believe you.”

His pretty eyes fall shut, lids heavy as his focus fixates on the way your hands feel as they run through his skin – like wood to a fire, only making his own flame burn brighter for you. Hotter. Your hand settles over his chest, right on top of his heart and he’s positive you can feel it beating in your palm as his breathing starts to pick up at the promise of you.

Jungkook’s brain isn’t necessarily going places of where said promise will land. In fact, he didn’t really know what your words entitled when he agreed to them. But it sure as hell shocks him like a punch to the gut when he feels your touch faltering, hand falling lazily on his lower stomach as your movements follow and he immediately misses your proximity. In slight disbelief and disappointment, he opens his eyes, mouth instinctively forming a pout that doesn’t quite see completion when he sees you shifting your weight onto the floor, settling between his open legs. He nearly chokes on his spit, the peaceful trance your touch had him on long lost as you bite your lip, eyes pleading what your words don’t. You’re waiting – that innocent look masking your sinful thoughts as you leave his fate in his own hands.

And once again, Jungkook can’t deny you. Not when you look like that. Not when he’s craved you since the very moment he had his first taste of you – of that one thing he didn’t know he wanted so much. The one thing he dared think rationality could triumph, only to be hit with the realization that whatever magnetic pull draws you to him is bigger than him and all his self-control combined. So, he lets his hand cup your cheek, fingers closing around your jaw, skimming through your skin until his thumb presses on your bottom lip. You never once shift your gaze from him, even when his own travels to your mouth as it parts slightly, enough to let his thumb hook itself between your teeth as your tongue circles around it. His face contorts in pleasure, upper lip tugging up before his teeth pulls his bottom one in.

You lean forward, fingers running teasingly over the waistband of his pants.

He hisses, tummy caving in at the feeling. “Don’t tease,” he warns.

“I’m not. Just going slow,” you say, faux innocence lacing your tone.

His laugh is throaty and it hitches in his chest when he feels your palm close around the outline of his clothed cock. It throbs and thickens in your hold as you squeeze, gripping him firmly, a moan escaping his lips at the sudden contact. The sound lands right in the pit of your stomach and your fingers hook inside the waistband of his pants, tugging his briefs along as you drag them down until they pool around his ankles. His cock jerks as it sits across his pelvis and a deep groan ripples straight out of his chest as your hand wraps around it and your tongue licks a thick strip from base to tip before you’re hollowing your cheeks and sucking frivolously around the head.

“Ngh- fuck, baby. Fuck.” His voice is strained and raspy, hand tangling in your hair as he tugs on it slightly.

He feels even bigger around your mouth than he did in your hand, sitting heavy on your tongue as you rasp for air. Your hand pumps at his shaft, stimulating the places your tongue can’t reach as the tip moves in rapid, controlled movements over his frenulum, making him gasp – the airy little sound lilting at the end, turning into a moan.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, breaths coming out erratically and his chest heaves as your mouth closes around his cock once again, head picking up pace at the push and pull of your mouth – the back of your throat tempting his tip more and more with every thrust.

“Like that, baby. Fuck. Take it all,” and that’s enough incentive for you to sink your warm mouth all the way in, making his cock pulse as you gag around the head a couple of times before your throat closes around it in swallowing motions. His mouth parts in a silent moan, eyes fighting to stay open as he feels the way your mouth suctions around him, sending him to heaven and back. He’s never seen anything so heavenly take on a lewd act like this – sin in your eyes, and sin in the way you moan in utter pleasure when you finally release his cock from the tight constraints of your throat, gasping for air as thick teardrops fall from your eyes all the way down your pretty face.

His thumb swipes them away. “You’re doing so well, baby. You’re so good, so fucking- mmm,” his praises are interrupted as you wrap your tongue around his tip, circling languidly as your eyes look up at him, pleading him to go on. “Feels so fucking good. You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock, angel.”

You moan, the vibrations making his hips buck and tighten his grip on your hair as you lower yourself on him all the way, repeating that same menacing action, only this time with more intention – determined to have him unravelling under you, milking his cock and taking him impossibly lower as you move your head in sharp little thrusts, accommodating him until your gag reflex is non-existent.

“Shit- don’t stop, don’t stop- you’re gonna make me cum, ___.” His head is thrown back, eyes tightly shut as he bites onto his lip with enough harshness to level him back into the moment, forcing him to look at you again. You’re a fucking sight to behold – that much his head can grasp in its hazy, fucked-out state. It confuses him slightly, how he can feel that tug in his heart whenever your eyes meet his and you hold his gaze, your pretty lips wrapped around his fat cock like the dream that you are. The way it makes his heart rate pick up until he can feel it travel to his stomach, the feeling lacing around the tight knot that forms there as he begins to tip over the edge.

That’s what makes him lose it – the total adoration he feels for you right this moment as you work his cock with your warm, wet tongue, reading him perfectly and complying. Completely surrendered to aiding his pleasure, his responsiveness only adding to yours. That insane need to feel you closer going beyond the physical as your connection deepens and he can feel it. He can see it in your eyes and he has no hints of a doubt you see it in his as you return that same adoration his gaze holds. His cock kicks against your tongue and he hisses out a moan, head falling to the side as he takes you in, mouth agape as that knot snaps inside of him.

“Baby, baby,” he warns, tapping his fingers gently on your cheek. You simply sigh, mouth full of him as you take him impossibly deeper. “Oh fuck. Ffuck- I’m cumming, I’m-”

You can feel the way his cock spurts string after string of his release, straight into your throat, cock twitching as you milk him – his moans only enticing you further as you swallow every last drop. Your tongue licks at his crown as you give his shaft languid pumps and his head falls forwards, mouth parted in awe as he rides the bliss you’ve just bestowed upon him. He’s absolutely wrecked but he doesn’t want you to stop – not even as his body cringes in oversensitivity and he’s whimpering, the hand in your hair tugging slightly as he pulls you away. He stares at you, intently.

“That was so good, baby. You’re so good,” he tells you, fingers caressing at your scalp.

“Koo,” you whisper, gasping slightly as he stands up, holding you by the arms as you follow and your knees give out once your feet touch the ground.

“Yes, baby?” His voice is low as he walks you backwards until your hands grip at his desk, one of his legs snaking between yours and pushing them apart until you’re sitting on top of the cold surface.

“I-I like to be good. For you,” your voice shakes, demeanour taking on a submissiveness that you find inevitable when he has you like this – legs trembling even though he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Is that so, baby?” You nod. “I know you do. And you are,” he says.

“Y-yeah,” you sigh.

“And you know what?” He asks, fingers cupping around your face.

“W-what?”

“Good girls get rewards.”

You moan, audibly and loud, right in his face – lips parting as his grip around your jaw tightens. “Yes, please. I want you. I want you so bad,” you cry.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Yes.”

He brings your face closer to his, lips pressing against yours in a needy, sloppy kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth and licking at your own as your teeth clink, heads leaning to the side. So wanting – so deeply surrendered to your impulses and the very root of your desires.

It lasts a good minute, the two of you bubbled up in your little world – the same one where boundaries come to die and slow takes on a new form. Where little exists besides you and him.

And the way it starts – slowly, tentatively – is not the same way it ends, as you’re abruptly taken out of the moment. The bubble bursting in a split second as both your phones ding repeatedly, the baby monitor notifying you Soori is in the early stages of waking up, signalling you have approximately three minutes to make it to the nursery before she’s fully awake.

“Fuck.” You say, hit with reality.

“It’s okay. I’ll go get her, don’t worry.” He reassures, his hand on your face taking on a softer touch.

“Okay. I’ll be right there in a minute.”

“Take your time,” he says before placing a soft peck to your cheek.

Slow is hell, yes. Even when it’s heavenly.

~

You do as he says and take your time in the bathroom. You comb through your hair, brush your teeth and even re-apply your mascara; you’d made a mess of it with his cock down your throat and the hefty splash of cold water you threw on your face as to calm down the buzz that still ran through your body.

The ache between your legs beats you, though. No idea on how to even begin to tame it down. At least not in an appropriate way.

You stare at the mirror – finally presentable from the outside but a whirlwind of chaotic sexual frustration on the inside that doesn’t really escape your eyes. You try to remember the breathing exercises feel-the-tingle-in-your-core lady has been trying to teach you for the past three days. They work – your heart rate finally calming down and breathing steading back to normal in inhale and exhale motions. You still feel the tingle in your core, though – and not the spiritual one.

When you finally make it out of the bathroom, the house feels eerily quiet and you assume Jungkook and Soori are in the kitchen. You fix your dress, taking a deep breath as you begin to make your way to them.

“Heeey,” Jungkook coos at Soori when you step into the kitchen. “Look who’s here, baby.”

Her big, round eyes are red and she sniffles back some crocodile tears, rubbing her little hands on her eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong, princess?” You say, rounding the kitchen counter until you’re finally face to face with her.

“She woke up a little fussy. I think she had a nightmare.” Jungkook explains, lips smooching at her temple.

“Oh, no, baby girl. Do you want cuddles and Animal Planet?” You ask her and the soft of your voice is enough for her to fall straight into your arms. You hug her to you, gently swaying her from side to side when she nuzzles her head in your shoulder.

“I’ll be right there; I’m just heating up some noodles.” He tells you and you nod, making your way to the living room.

You get her nice and comfy, propping her up in the middle of the couch in her favourite pillow – the one she used to lay on when she was smaller, having now outgrown the habit as she becomes more mobile. She loves it nonetheless, though, and she lays on her side, face nuzzling against the plush fabric as she brings her pacifier to her mouth. Her fingers play with her little ears – something you notice she does to soothe herself.

You turn the Animal Planet on, relieved when you see today’s special is a documentary on sea turtles. Soori friendly – no lions devouring emus, as much as she seems to not mind it. You run your fingers over her silky hair and smile when she sighs at the feel of the comforting gesture.

Jungkook joins the two of you a minute later, sitting next to Soori as he watches the documentary intently – seemingly immersed in the importance to preserve the sea turtles. He slurps his noodles and you’re ashamed to admit the noise is doing you zero favours – everything just triggering that ball of tension in your gut.

“So,” he whispers when he’s sure Soori is fully engrossed in The Animal Planet. “Slow is hard.”

You scoff at the irony his sentence holds and Jungkook can tell you’re wind up. Not necessarily angry, just… frustrated.

“Yeah, you don’t say.” Is all you return, eyes still glued to the screen of the big TV.

“Are you… okay?” He asks and you hate how it immediately registers in your brain – what he’s referring to.

“Yeah, but can we please not talk about it?”

He doesn’t miss the way your thighs rub together for a second before you’re crossing your legs, breath picking up a notch. It sends a jolt straight to his gut and then south.

“I’m sorry, ___,” his voice sounds fallen and when you meet his gaze you notice his face is, too.

“It’s not your fault, Gguk. It’s okay. I just think that, maybe we should… figure this whole slow thing out because we seem to be awful at following whatever unspoken rule it entails.”

“Yes. Yes, I agree. That’s why I was thinking that maybe… we could go on a date.” His words are firm, like he just came up with the world’s brightest idea.

“A date?” Your voice gets that dreamy nature that characterizes you so well and, in that moment, he genuinely believes he has, in fact, come up with the world’s brightest idea.

“Yes. We said we wanted to get to know each other. I don’t think we’ve had much time to do that. And I want to do that – so, so badly, ___.”

“Me too.” You admit. “But I mean… how will that help? If anything, I think it’d just worsen our… situation regarding the slow.”

“I think that it’s a good step towards the right direction. Also, a good opportunity to actually take it slow – just enjoy each other’s companies. I like talking to you. I can do that for one evening, no problem.” You don’t miss the way his features soften, cheeks blushing at his sudden outburst of honesty.

You smile. “Okay, we can do that.”

“Why don’t you come over on Saturday? Soori goes down at 7. You can come over at 7:30 – I’ll cook.”

“Noodles?” You tease.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

“Done deal.”

~

Saturday rolls around faster than you’d expect considering the things we look forward to the most seem to be the furthest away. But, to your luck, this one breezes in – welcomed by none other than Elton John himself as he serenades you into wakefulness.

“Elton,” you say, still half asleep. “I’m going on a date today.”

You have a smile on your face, bringing the covers over you and cozying up in the warmth of your bed.

Your eyes snap open.

“Elton, I’m going on a date today.”

This time the statement takes on a less dreamy pitch. In fact, you sound straight up terrified. You can feel the butterflies take on their routine flight in your tummy – fluttering more erratically than usual.

The thing about Jungkook is that he has a way of making things feel so right. Your mind automatically eases itself around him better than with any failed attempt at meditating. When he says things, it’s always in such a reassuring manner – you used to think it was just the dad in him coming out. But in reality, you’ve realized he simply embodies confidence through and through.

When he suggested you two go on a date you didn’t hesitate once. And even though you tried to suppress it, you felt like a silly little schoolgirl at the prospect of seeing him in such context. On a date. Just the two of you.

It still feels right. So good. You’re excited, you are. But you also can’t help but feel nervous.

“Oh God, Elton. Help,” you don’t necessarily know why you’re asking for help but you’re also talking to Elton John, who keeps blasting Tiny Dancer through the speakers of your phone so, the cause was hopeless from the beginning. “Oh my God. What do I wear?”

You sulk for a minute longer in bed, finally deducting that the prior does no good.

It’s just a date.

In his home.

The one you’re highly familiar with.

It’s just Jungkook.

Fuck. It’s Jungkook.

You get out of bed, giving your head a little shake to finally wake your body up, deciding to finalize it with some coffee. You can smell it already – only a few steps away in your tiny, cozy kitchen, brewed by the heavenly hands of your loving best friend.

“Lucy Lu-” the sight before you cuts your song short as you yelp in surprise, definitely not expecting to see a shirtless Jimin behind your kitchen counter, coffee pot in hand.

“___!” He greets, shooting a big smile your way as he pours some coffee into your favourite jar, making you frown.

“Hi…,” you shouldn’t be surprised, he is dating your best friend after all. But you’re (secretly) dating his and this is all too close for comfort.

He’s talking but you’re not listening, too enthralled by your own train of thought. You only register his last words. “– Like Ggukie.”

“What.” It’s not a question.

“Um… your coffee? Iced Americano, right?”

“Oh. Yes. Yes. Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You say as you take the coffee from his hands, your favourite jar back in your possession.

“Headed to the library?” He asks, sipping on his warm cup of coffee.

“Yeah, in a little bit.”

“Was that Tiny Dancer I heard?”

“Yup. It’s better than Marimba.”

“You do have a point there,” he gives. “What are you doing later? Wanna catch a movie with us?”

You don’t lie.

You hate lying.

Not because you think lies will send you straight to hell the way your mom made you believe when you were growing up.

Simply because you do it so badly.

“No.”

“No?”

“I don’t want to catch a movie with you guys.”

“Oh,” Jimin is confused and it’s evident all over his face. You’ve never been anything but nice to him – in fact, at times it takes him by surprise just how nice you are.

“Yeah, sorry. I just hate the movies.” You add, because of course, why not make it worse with another awfully executed lie. Who hates the movies?

“Oh. Well, we can do something else? Maybe grab some dinner? Drinks? There’s this new pizza place Lucy has been wanting to try-”

“No, I’m… tired. From the week. I think I’ll have an early night tonight. Thank you for the offer though!” You slur the last of that sentence before you’re downing your coffee. Jimin winces, that’s definitely gonna kick in way too fast.

“No worries-”

“Gotta go get ready! Bye!”

You scurry the short steps back to your room, closing the door abruptly once you’re inside.

Jimin laughs.

He can’t help but wonder just why you would tell Elton John about your mysterious date tonight yet avoid telling him at all costs.

~

You and Jungkook’s front door have been through hell and back together. You can’t even begin to count the number of feelings your face has perfectly mirrored right in front of this very door.

Your eyes turn to the doorbell. You huff, laughing a little to yourself as you think of the first time you stood outside his home – in total awe, yet absolutely crucifying his use of top-notch technology on something so mundane like a doorbell.

You feel nervous. But you also feel so, so happy.

You don’t understand just why it’s taking you so long to press your finger into the screen and ring for him.

Because the anticipation is sweet, your heart tells you. Because you put on your favourite dress tonight – just for him. Because waiting the minute between ringing the doorbell and finally seeing him is going to be torture in the best way possible. Because you could write ten thousand poems on this moment alone.

You ring on the doorbell.

You let out a long exhale, swaying back and forth a little as you wait.

Your aforementioned prediction was wrong. It takes him much less than a minute to open his front door.

“Hi,” you tell him, voice sweet and an even sweeter smile following.

He doesn’t care that he’s probably acting a fool right now, just standing there – staring. He does it anyways. You look so beautiful. So soft and gentle. Your dress is silky, a pastel green colour that looks so good with the tan of your skin. It falls past your shoulders, tying at the middle of your chest. It’s a bit shorter than the ones he’s used to seeing you in and your duality hits him once again. Your hair cascades over your shoulders in soft curls – also a new sight for him.

He can’t help it when he speaks his mind.

“You are so beautiful.”

It’s not you look so beautiful in Jungkook’s book. No. You’re just beautiful and he wonders why he doesn’t greet you like this every day.

“So are you,” you tell him, a soft giggle passing your lips as you grow shy at his words.

His dress shirt is white and clean, but it takes on a more relaxed feel with the collarless fit and the soft blue of his jeans.

“Come in,” he says, stepping to the side as you walk inside his home. He notices you’re holding a knitted, yellow mesh bag. “What’s in there?”

“Oh!” You begin, excitedly. “I got Soori some books from the library. These are great to learn new words. And I got us dessert.”

“Thank you,” he presses a kiss against your lips, growing soft over the fact you still think about Soori, even when today is about you two.

“You’re welcome. Do you like peaches?”

“Yes, why?”

“Peaches and cream!” You say, bringing the bag closer to his line of vision as he makes out the plump shape of them.

“Don’t tell me you’re a fruit for dessert type of person.”

“Hey, they’re in season.” You argue, that pout he loves back on your lips. “Plus, don’t even start with me. You’re a cheese for dessert type of person.”

“What’s wrong with cheese for dessert?”

“I’d try to explain it to you but it’s a lost cause considering you’re also a lounge set type of person.”

He laughs, loud and airy, making your heart flutter at having that effect on him.

“I’m a sweet things for dessert type of person.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You joke as you follow his lead to the kitchen, hand in his. “It smells so good. What’s for dinner, Chef?”

He clears his throat. “Crispy honey orange glazed salmon.”

You gasp. “Oh me, oh my.”

“With my famous oven roasted rosemary potatoes,” he says, walking you closer to the oven so you can see them cooking. “Oh. And a kale and walnut salad.” He winks.

“Oh my God, you can actually cook.”

“It comes naturally,” he brags. “Well, that and a hidden passion for The Cooking Channel.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. Like me any less for it?”

You chuckle, walking closer to him. “Not one bit.”

Your kiss is soft, like your arms in his hands when they caress your skin. And for the first time since you’ve agreed on slow, Jungkook actually enjoys it. It makes something jump at his insides when he thinks about how it feels like tonight, he has all the time in the world with you.

“I thought we could eat outside? The weather’s so nice.”

“I’d love that.”

You help him plate the food – garnishing it a little the way Lucy has taught you and he gasps in surprise, genuinely paying attention as you ramble on about the wonders of little green leaves and how you like your food more when it’s photogenic.

“Please, stop reminding me you grew up with the internet,” he tells you, closing his eyes dramatically as you tell him about your secret food rating Instagram account.

“Do you like me any less for it?” You ask, mimicking his previous words.

“Not one bit,” he kisses you. “But stop reminding me.”

You laugh. “Let’s eat, dad. You’re lucky I don’t rate my friend’s foods – you’d be breaking under pressure right now.”

Even though he laughs at your remarks he doesn’t miss the way you say friends.

He doesn’t know exactly what feelings the word stirs inside of him but he finds himself pondering on it for a little longer than usual. Technically, he is your friend. It’s a twisted thought, all things considered, but he can’t really deny it.

Why does it make him feel slightly uneasy, then?

~

The set-up is simple but you don’t miss the romantic atmosphere that clouds upon the space.

Jungkook’s backyard is illuminated by dim, yellow lights. Besides the blue water of the pool that you can make out at the far end, not a lot picks up colour, enclosing the two of you in a comforting darkness. Two tall, white candles sit in the middle of the table – shining direct light onto the two of you, shadows dancing with the flames.

The food is delicious and the wine is rich with hints of sweet cherry and even though you’ve never gravitated towards red it slowly becomes your favourite – forever tied up to this memory.

“Why literature?”

Your answer comes without hesitation. “Why love?”

“Is all literature a work of love?”

“To some extent.”

“But some of it is about pain. Life. Loss. Anger.”

“All emotions romanticised in order to tell a story.”

He looks at you for a moment but you don’t shy away from his gaze once. He likes the courage you take on when you talk about the things you love.

“Do you write about me?”

That does it, eyes lost for a second before they fixate on the slow dancing flame of the candle in front of you.

“I do.”

“In what romanticised emotion?”

“All of them,” you sigh.

He smiles. “I wish I could write about you.”

“Why?”

“I think I’m understanding it now. The need to encapsulate memories in order to not forget them.”

“When a memory is good it never truly fades.”

“Yes, but when it feels like this you want to hold on to every last detail.”

“I’ll write about it. I’ll write enough words for the two of us.”

~

After dinner, you two take on different tasks to tidy up the kitchen as fast as possible. It’s nice, the conversation you had at the table never lost – just a more casual continuation of it.

Jungkook is funny, kind. At times he speaks with the wonder and softness of a weightless soul and your heart is still trying to digest that information – the notion that he is so lovable tugging at every last string.

“Wanna watch a movie as we eat your peaches and cream?” He asks, passing you a clean plate as you dry it with a towel.

“Keep up the attitude and I will eat them all.”

He chuckles. “What do you want to watch, baby?”

“Something scary.”

That takes him by surprise. “What?”

“Yeah!”

You begin reciting all of your favourite horror movies to him – a keen interest for the psychological thrillers.

“Ooh, ooh! Should we watch The Orphan? It’s about- no. I’m not telling you. I’ll ruin the whole thing,” you say.

He stares at you for a minute, slightly dumbfounded. “We can watch whatever you want.”

“The Orphan it is!”

~

Jungkook has never felt more on edge throughout a movie in his entire life.

And for someone who claims to love spooky movies (your words, not his) you sure do jump and shriek a whole lot through the majority of the film.

But, like a teenage boy, Jungkook enjoys how scared you get – taking advantage of it and wrapping you in his arms, keeping you safely tucked in his hold.

Your legs are thrown over his lap and your head rests on top of his chest and you’re all over. You’re all over and he loves it all. The way you smell and the way your voice resonates on his chest as you comment on the movie. The way your skin shivers when his hand moves mindlessly over your arm at times. It all feels so good to Jungkook. So right.

By the time the credits roll in, darkening the screen and the room, your bodies are tangled together. As the movie reached its climax, Jungkook’s body had fallen on top of yours, legs lacing around your own and head resting on top of your chest as your fingers ran through his scalp gently.

“That was wild. You watch this for fun?” He asks, body not moving an inch, completely melted under your touch.

You yawn, giggling a little at the way his words are muffled by the way his cheek presses on your chest. “Hey, you got really into it towards the end.”

“Yeah, because the orphan was a thirty-two-year-old, whack-out-of-her-mind loonie!” He looks up at you. “You sleepy?”

“A little. I should probably head home.”

“How are you getting home?”

“I’m taking the bus,” you tell him, fingers falling from his hair to his cheek.

“It’s late…,” his face softens. “You can always stay here.”

You pause for a second. “You sure?”

He is. Tonight proved a lot to Jungkook. New depths attached to his feelings that he slightly shies away from – the intensity throwing him aback. But nonetheless he gets a glimpse of them and at surface level. He enjoys them.

It also proved that you guys can be close without tempting slow in a dangerous way. I mean just look at the two of you – bodies lost in one another without crossing any lines.

“Yes, I’m sure.” He gives you a tender smile, his warmth leaving you as he gets up from the couch, hand outstretched for you to take. “Come on, let’s get you some warm clothes. We can watch The Cooking Channel to rub The loonie Orphan off.”

~

You stand in the middle of his closet, a bit overwhelmed by its grandness. You are shit at dimensions but you’re pretty sure it’s bigger than your room.

“How many black and white shirts can one person own?” You ask, eyes widening as he changes into sweatpants and an oversized white shirt.

“Just pick something already, baby.”

“You pick. And it’s okay if you want to give me your least favourite shirt – I’ve done that with my friends, too.”

There goes that word again.

He brushes it to the side, standing in front of the tall railings and rummaging through his clothes

“Here,” he says, passing you a soft, white hoodie and matching sweatpants.

“Thank- is this Balenciaga?”

“___, just put it on. Let’s go to bed.”

You oblige, discarding your dress and stepping into the sweatsuit, rolling the waistband a couple of times until they don’t fall around your hips, basking in the coziness of the oversized sweatshirt around your frame.

He stands in front of the sink, passing you an extra toothbrush and squeezing some toothpaste over the bristles before he does the same with his own.

You two just stand there, brushing your teeth and staring at each other on the reflection of the mirror, smiling quickly before both your eyes divert – suddenly shy at the intimacy of the action.

He’s done first, pressing his lips on your cheek before he exits the bathroom, letting you know he’s going to check on Soori one last time before bed.

Once you’re done, you rinse your mouth, staring at yourself in the mirror for a couple of seconds. If you let it, your mind will roam to faraway places, digging into every corner this moment holds. You don’t let it. Simply taking it for what it is and letting yourself enjoy it.

His bed is big and you don’t really know which one is his side so, a little dubious, you opt for simply sitting right in the middle of it, crossing your legs as you fidget with your fingers – waiting for him.

When Jungkook steps inside his bedroom, he makes a mental note to remember this sight.

He likes it a little too much, he realizes.

You smile at him when you see him and he returns it, walking towards the bed.

“Which is your side? Are you a one side of the bed person or an in the middle or a don’t really care-” you’re rambling, a tell-tale sign that lets Jungkook know that you’re nervous. He laughs, making you pout as you stop talking.

“Left side. You?”

You shrug. “I like the middle.”

His knees sink into the mattress as he walks himself closer to you.

“It’s all yours,” he says, coming to hover over you.

“T-thanks,” you look up at him, eyes meeting his.

“You’re welcome,” he tucks a strand of fallen hair behind your ear, his touch sweet. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re really hot.”

Your honesty makes him laugh. “Is that all there is to me?” He teases.

You roll your eyes. “It’s not and you know it.”

His smirk is playful, contrasting the sweetness in his features. “You’re really hot, too.”

“Jungkook…”

“Tell me, baby.”

“I-I think we should play The Cooking Channel a-and go to bed n-now.”

He inches closer as you shuffle your body backwards slightly.

“Or what?”

“I’m not gonna want to stop.”

Out of every answer he could’ve expected the boldness of your choice of words falls far in the list. He raises one eyebrow at you, cocking his head to the side.

“I like you, ___. I like you so much.”

“I like you, too.”

“And I don’t want to stop either.”

Your hands fly to his stomach, fisting at the soft fabric of his shirt with force, pulling him towards you until he falls in between your legs, arms quickly holding his body from crashing against yours as they press on the mattress at either side of your head.

Once he’s got a steady hold on his body, he lowers his head to yours, lips finally finding your own – kissing you slowly and deep, savouring every stroke of your tongue as it finds his. Your fingers tangle on his dark locks, using the leverage to push him closer to you, every touch letting him know just how much you want him – how much you need him.

He pulls away, smiling a little at the way you whine when he does. His hands fly to the hem of his hoodie, pulling it up as you pull your arms over your head, making it easier for him to slide the fabric off of you. You’re not wearing a bra and it’s a pleasant surprise – one he doesn’t waste a second on as his lips close around your nipple, hand kneading at your other breast. Your back arches, a fistful of hair in your hold as you tug harshly, lost in pleasure. He hisses at the feeling, a deep groan following as he circles his tongue over the perk flesh.

Your hips raise from the bed, rutting into his as your desire begins to unravel further – a build up so slow until it snaps, bursting inside of you all at once, manifesting all through your body as it grows headier for him. He moans as your hips push into him once again, lowering his body to yours and pushing until you can feel every inch of him – legs spreading wider as you chase that friction, feeling his big cock thickening against your clothed pussy. You can feel his impressive girth and length even over the layers and the contact, paired with his incessant assault on your tits, has you moaning and squirming under him.

“Jungkook- please,” you beg, hazy minded.

He looks up at you, dark eyes meeting yours. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“Y-you, please. Just- I need you.”

“You got me, baby.”

As soon as those words leave his mouth, his body begins to lower – lips attached to your skin as they travel from your chest, down your stomach that caves in at the feeling of his tongue as he trails a path of open-mouthed kisses until they finally reach just above the waistband of his sweatpants. His grin widens as he notices the scrunched-up fabric. You look down at him, wishing you could humour him yet too lost in how the sight of him between your legs like that will be engraved in your mind forever. You whimper – he looks so sinful, tongue running over his bottom lip as his eyes darken. Your hips buck involuntarily.

“Easy, angel.” He says, the timbre of his voice so deep it has you clenching around nothing.

You nod, lost for words as the anticipation builds up, making you grow excited as his fingers hook inside your pants. He brings your legs up as he comes to stand back on his knees, tugging at the fabric until they’re finally off and he’s discarding them, throwing them mindlessly to the side. Your legs are outstretched over his torso and his head turns to the side before he’s kissing your calves. Your chest flutters at the tenderness of the action, that gentleness never leaving him.

His hands run down the back of your thighs, sending goosebumps all through your body as you fidget under his touch, a faint whimper falling past your lips. He places your legs back on the bed gently, feet pressing on the mattress as your thighs fall open instinctively. He stares at you and there’s something in his gaze you’ve never seen before – a hunger that intimidates you, making you shy away from his darkening eyes, closing your legs quickly.

“Why do you hide, baby?” His hands rest on your knees, thumb running over them softly.

“I’m- embarrassed,” you say timidly.

“Why?”

“I-I’m so wet.”

“Oh, baby.”

He doesn’t miss another beat as his hands work your legs open, falling back to the bed on his stomach when you comply. You’re wearing a pair of silky white panties and once he comes face to face with your covered mound, he can see the wet patch that adorns the middle. He bites his lip, running a knuckle over it tentatively, pressing softly on your clit. He’s pleased when you squirm, hips circling under his touch, the prettiest moan escaping your lips.

“Let me fix it,” he says, looking at you.

You nod, carding your fingers through his hair, tugging on it a little as the air grows thick around you. Your panties follow the same fate as the rest of your clothes, joining the pile somewhere on his floor.

Jungkook moans. He moans when your legs open up for him, pussy in full display – lips plump and glistening from your build up arousal. His lips press over your slit in a soft but firm kiss that escalates as his tongue comes past it and licks a wet stripe right over your entrance all the way up to your clit, parting your folds open for him.

“Oh my God,” you cry, hands flying up, fist closing around the pillows.

You taste so fucking sweet on his tongue, your juices already dripping down his chin as his lips close around your clit, sucking on it until your legs are closing around his head and your hips are rutting against his face. He pulls away, a lewd sound resonating past his lips as your little nub throbs at the loss of his mouth. He parts your legs further, giving you a warning look as he does so. He settles back down between your legs, making you yelp as his tongue teases your entrance, pressing further with every lick between your folds.

“You’re so sweet, taste so fucking good,” he says, mouth never leaving your cunt.

“A sweet things for dessert type of guy, huh?” You muster one final ounce of wittiness before the feeling of his middle finger sinking into you has you crying out in pleasure.

“The sweetest fucking thing.” The sound of his voice right against your pussy mixed with the squelching as he attacks your heat doubles as pornographic, and has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He adds a second finger after a couple of pumps, mercilessly sucking on your clit – your walls swallowing his digits further with every stroke of that spot inside of you that has you dangerously close to the edge.

His fingers slide out of you, coming up to spread your pussy open for him until he can see your clit pulsing, swollen and exposed for him. You whine when he softly blows over it, the feeling so intense you’re afraid it’ll have you cumming in a second if he keeps it up. But Jungkook shows mercy – lowering his head and closing his lips perfectly around your engorged clit. You can feel it so much more intensely, every quick suck as he keeps your folds parted, giving him better access to that bundle of nerves.

“Oh- oh my fucking God. I’m gonna cum- fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-”

You’re a mess, feeling delirious as you feel your body tensing at the wake of your orgasm.

“Do it, baby. Cum all over my tongue,” he coaxes, shoving two fingers inside of you as he wastes no time hooking up and pressing them against your g-spot as he feels your walls fluttering around them. “Cum all around my fingers.”

Your eyes snap wide open at the sudden intrusion and it’s about a second later that your orgasm spreads all through you in waves – pleasure settling in different parts of your body as you shake, pussy closing around his fingers in fast little pulses, so intensely he can feel it against his tongue. His movements never stop, pace only picking up as you cum, hard and loud.

“T-too much,” you say, body twitching as you begin to come down.

His body settles back between your legs, hands softly cupping your cheek as your body finally relaxes, falling into that post orgasmic bliss. He kisses you – slow and sweet, adding to the overall high that takes over you. You feel so good – every inch of your skin tingles slightly, mind still cloudy from the pleasure.

“Jungkook,” you purr and he hums against your mouth. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Fuck, baby. Those dirty words don’t match that pretty face,” he says, face falling to the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily.

There are many things Jungkook wants to do to you right now. About a thousand different ways he’d take you – especially when you sound so compliant, totally surrendered to him. But right now, he just wants you close. He wants to feel your body under him, to be able to run his hands all over it as he elicits those pretty sounds from your lips. He wants to be able to swallow them all.

“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he hums against your lips.

“Off,” you say, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

His body comes up, weight resting back on his feet as he takes his shirt off. He looks so soft like this – so dreamy. You don’t miss the way his demeanour changes, how that smirk turns into a lazy smile as he runs his hand down your leg until it lands back on your cunt. He fucks two of his fingers into you, the action has more intention this time as he scissors them inside of you, spreading your walls open for his cock. He bites his lip as he watches your face contort in pleasure, his dick jerking inside its restraints in anticipation.

He pecks your lips as his fingers slide out of you, crawling towards the edge of the bed as he comes to a stand. Your arm stretches in his direction, missing him already, pout forming at your lips as you beckon for him.

He chuckles softly as he bends over, rummaging through the second drawer on his nighstand. He stands back up, closing it with his knee as he throws a single foil packet and a bottle of lube on the bed.

You reach for both, your fingers playing with the condom wrapper as your eyes never leave him – watching intently as his fingers hook on the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down alongside his black Calvin’s, promptly kicking them out of the way before he’s crawling back to you.

He finds that spot back between your legs again, eyes locking with yours before he’s kissing you. You lean your head to the side, happy with how familiar you’ve grown with the rhythm of his lips. It’s intoxicating – the way it feels. So addictive as you push your tongue past his lips, running it over the back of his teeth, biting on his lip, sucking on his tongue. You’re greedy – needing to feel around him all.

He pulls away, settling back on his legs as he reaches for the bottle of lube, lathering some down the length of his middle and ring finger before he’s pushing them inside of you once again.

He presses on that spot, particularly sensitive after your previous orgasm and you hiss, hand closing around his wrist. “Stop, stop. You’re gonna make me cum again.”

“What’s so wrong with that?” His lips tug at the side of his mouth in a loopy grin.

“I want to cum around your big cock, Jungkook.”

“Fuck,” he presses on your spot again, “I love your filthy little mouth.”

You moan, eyes closing shut as you frantically pat on the bed at your side, looking for the condom you’d discarded on the sheets. Once you finally find it, you bring it to your mouth, pressing down on the round shape of the latex as you tear it open with your teeth.

“C’mere,” you purr and his body falls on top of yours once again, fingers still thrusting in and out of you slowly.

He whimpers when your small hand wraps around his cock, eyes falling to take in the sight. You pump at his shaft languidly with one hand, collecting his precum and spreading it around his length before your other one lowers, rolling the condom on, pinching at the tip slightly as you secure the latex around his base. He reaches for the bottle of lube once again, popping it open with his teeth before he lathers a generous amount onto his cock and down your slit, spreading it with his fingers. You’re so wet it’s starting to feel uncomfortable, but you know you’re going to need all the help you can get as your snug walls accommodate to his size.

His body lowers to yours, legs opening your own further apart as he lines his cock over your entrance.

“Ready, angel?”

You nod, arms snaking around his waist. “Go slow,”

“I will, baby.”

He kisses you one last time, lips hovering above yours as he begins to sink the head of his cock inside of you. You wince against his lips, the burn spreading all through your core as you take the first couple of inches. His thumb circles around your clit, easing the tension that builds around your body, helping you relax around him.

“You’re s-so big, Koo.” Your voice is a faint whisper that gets lost in between soft mewls.

“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good for me.” His voice is soft but strained and you can tell it’s taking all the strength in him not to ram into your tight cut as your walls swallow him in with every inch he sinks into you.

He’s so thick and you feel so full, arms tightening around his waist and toes curling at the sharp pain of having him fully inside of you as he bottoms out.

“Oh, f-fuck. You feel so good around me, fuck.” He praises, lips pressed to your cheek as his breath quickens.

You kiss him, hips raising up after a while to meet his and he hisses into your mouth at the feeling, pulling out slowly only to thrust back into you as he begins to spread you open with his cock with every push and pull. The pain starts to dance around with pleasure as his pace picks up, both your moans getting lost in one another’s as his forehead presses onto yours – face to face with every single expression and every little sound his thrusts emit out of you.

“I l-love your cock. I love your cock s-so much, Jungkook. Fuck- God,” your words drag out, pausing every time you feel him impossibly deep, his tip hitting against that spot perfectly and you moan out his name every time his cock pistons into you, pressing against it.

Your little pussy is so wet and warm – only getting tighter the more Jungkook fucks you open and it dawns upon him in that very moment that he’s officially tasted you, has you in a way that will make it very difficult not to crave you constantly. Want you, always.

“Ffuck, baby. Mine. This pussy was made for me.”

His words make you free-fall right into your second orgasm of the night – ripping inside of you so suddenly and with such ferocity it has the both of you gasping. Your mouth parts in a silent moan, throwing your head back in utter pleasure. He groans as he feels the way your fingernails press on the warm skin of his back, the sharp pain trailing all the way down until your hands land on his ass, pressing him deeper into you.

“Fuck, what was that-” He hisses in total disbelief, so lost in your pleasure. You clench around him once more as he sinks deep into you. “F-fuck I’m gonna cum, baby. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum for me, please. Please.”

Your eyes are glazed over, tears falling from the corners as you look up at him. He loves how receptive you are – how pleasure takes on every part of you. He loves how your face mirrors exactly what he’s doing to you and he loves the little whimpers that fall in between your words when you’re begging for him. When you speak your mind – filthy little words coming past your red lips, so swollen from your teeth and his sinking into them.

You watch him, fighting with your heavy eyes to stay open as his face scrunches up in pleasure and a raspy moan leaves his lips, breaths coming out in frantic little puffs as he rides the waves of his orgasm and spills into the condom – so much fucking cum you swear you can feel it.

“Oh my God,” he speaks against your neck, the vibrations sending shivers down your body.

Your fingers play with the soft hairs at the back of his neck, your other hand running lazily over his back as his body grows limp on top of yours. He feels heavy but you don’t mind it, enjoying his warmth – wanting nothing more than to have him this close for as long as you can.

You smile, listening to the little sounds he makes as his body relaxes and sleep begins to tempt him. He’s so warm, so soft as he lets you hold him like this. It almost feels like his two bare hands were taking a hold of your heart, cradling it ever so tenderly and squeezing it all at the same time.

He’s still inside of you and he knows it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s going to have to pull away. So, he lets himself enjoy whatever eternity those seconds hold, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck – lips right against it and all it takes is a soft pout for them to press on the soft skin.

He feels safe in your arms.

It’s then that you realize that all this time you were separating two things that walked hand in hand, together.

Jeon Jungkook is peace.

And you welcome it.

~

what just happened lol? i’m fucking screaming. I truly hope u enjoyed!!!!!!!!! pls they’re falling in love right under our noses. in this country home of sex n love n magic. do let me know what u think bc i love loving on u guys back <3333333 thank u for making it this far w me! it means the world <3

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Hey! Was wondering if you did suggestive content? (I was about to put slightly but this is very much out there, still not fully down and dirty though I don't think ((unless you wanna go there? 😏/hj)) so don't worry 💀💀)

So I was wondering, Dabi, Toga and Twice separately with a gn!so, right? And the s/o is like very open and expressive with everything, very important to note that it's very, very rare to actually see them like shyly flustered for this next part 💀

So basically, one day they're like in private with their s/o and like they're in the mood and whatever and it's building up to the actual thing but like when they're like just about

The *very* open and *very* expressive and *very* confident s/o just starts acting like extremely shy and flustered / embarrassed about everything... basically just a virgin... but... times... pi. Yes. Times pi.

"Oh my god naked bodies 😃😲😳😳🤯😳🤠😳🤯😳🥳"

"OH MY GOD SEX 😟🤓🙁😎😖😥😦😲🤪🤫😐🤭🤭🤗🤪🤗😝😗🥲🥰☺🥰🙃🙃🥰☺😅😝"

"OH MY GOD WE'RE *BOTH* NAKED 🤯🥳🤠🥳🤠🥳🤠🤯🥵🤠🥵🤯🤠😥🤠😥"

"STOP WHAT IF I DONT DO IT RIGHT 💀💀💀💀"

"UHH ARE YOU SURE ABOUT LIKE... DOING... *THIS*???? 😩😫🤯🥳😈😳😳😳😳"

Puts their arms around their head (kinda like deku actually! Just remembered he does that with homegirl uraraka) and just blushes at the fact that they're maybe, possibly, PERHAPS gonna go down. Honestly also just thinks about how beautiful their s/o is all the while 😇

PLS IM SORRY FOR THIS ITS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR AGES AND IF UR UNCOMFY I UNDERSTAND LIKE BEYOND CONPLETELY BUT AS THAT ONE IMAGE I SAW LIKE MONTHS AGO SAYS

"aw man! I can't find the fic that I want on tumblr! And not even the sickos on Ao3 have it, but I can't go about writing it myself!"

So I'm begging for help to my fav fic writer here 💀 I am so sorry that you had to be cursed with this ask 🙏 I truly am

I made you some HCs, since I didn’t feel like doing scenarios and I can fit more stuff into them. I’ve been meaning to add to the rules that suggestive stuff is okay, and I hope this is okay. Toga is aged up to 18 or over and the guys are with a partner of their own age too. I have this one NSFW Dabi post if you want something actually smutty, it’s older so probably not very good. If someone doesn’t want to see posts of this type, blacklist the tag: suggestive. Thank you for requesting this, it was fun to write

Minors stay away I guess?

~Twice/Jin Bubaigawara~

•Twice has not had an intimate relationship since his incident with the whole personality split thing

•He’s very much into you, but he hasn’t pressured or even really asked about if you would like to get intimate with him, because things are enough for him as they are

•Don’t get me wrong he’s totally down to fuck if you want to, but he doesn’t bring it up

•So when you’re a stammering, flustered mess and you’re muttering about how you don’t know what you should do or what you even like really, he’s telling you he’ll make sure you enjoy it and have a good first time

•When the clothes come off you’re sitting on his lap and he’s kissing your neck and his hands are traveling up and down your sides and back

•He keeps talking the whole time, praising you and telling you how good you’re doing, but there’s probably just a little bit of degradation thrown in there too, because that’s just how he talks and is

•So don’t take it badly, if you’re not into that, he tries to keep it to the praising though

•Twice makes sure to keep asking you if you like what he’s doing, because he needs the reassurance too

•You answer his questions, and ask if you’re doing things right and if he likes what you’re doing, but otherwise it’s all moaning and whimpering from you

•Twice doesn’t care about his own pleasure that much, he just wants to make sure you enjoy yourself as much as possible

~Dabi/Todoroki Touya~

•Dabi hasn’t had many relationships, at least not very permanent ones, it’s mostly been about sex for him with the people that came before you

•But it’s different now, he wants to prioritize someone else other than himself for the first time in a long time

•So when you’re getting a bit hot and heavy and he asks if it’s okay to go further, you’re really not sure what you should say or do

•You get super awkward and whisper super quietly “I’m a virgin”

•Dabi can’t make out what you’re saying, because you’re so quiet, so he asks you to repeat yourself

•You’re a bit frustrated, sexually and just normally, so you repeat it pretty loudly

•Dabi chuckles and goes “It’s okay sweetness, I’ll take care of you”

•It’s pretty slow going at first, because he wants you to be sure that you like what’s happening

•He probably kisses every inch of your body during the whole thing, and you’re very much reciprocating

•Dabi is taking the lead in  the situation, but he makes sure you enjoy everything he’s doing as much as he does

•He can get a bit rough at times, but it isn’t his intention to hurt you, unless you want him to of course

•He doesn’t talk much but when he does, he’s praising you, telling you how good you feel and how beautiful you are

•Afterwards he holds you close and makes sure you feel alright and that you enjoyed the whole thing

~Toga Himiko~

•Toga hasn’t actually really dated anyone before you, not seriously anyway, and even if she did, she would’ve most likely just ended up killing her partner before it got intimate

•So she’s never had sex either, but she is very interested and she thinks you’d be a great person to have her first time with and maybe even experiment a bit with

•So when you’re making out and you’re both starting to feel like you want to take it a step further you ask each other if you’re up for it

•Toga is more on the “taking initiative” side, so when she’s straddling your hips and kissing and biting on your neck, she notices you seem pretty frozen in place

•So she lifts her head and you’re bright red and you’ve wrapped your arm over your eyes

��She asks if you’re okay and you start stammering like “Yeah-yeah, I’m totally fine, nothing to worry about here, no sir, I so-so know what I’m doing”

•Toga giggles a bit, because you’re so flustered and awkward, she just asks what’s bothering you and sits on top of you still

•You kinda squirm and try to avoid the question, but Toga starts tickling you and you give in quickly because you end up barely being able to breathe

•You tell her you’re a virgin and you have no experience with this stuff, so you don’t want to disappoint her or do something wrong

•She tells you she’s not experienced either, and that you don’t know how it is until you try

•You’re both fumbling around, you more than Toga but still

•Toga is taking the lead a bit and you’re both exploring each other’s bodies, inch by inch

•Toga takes your hand and puts it on her lower belly, letting you decide where to go from there

•It’s a great time for both of you, many good times are achieved, many times in a row, by both of you

•Toga bites a lot though, so there is bound to be some blood involved, but not too much, because she is pretty much like a vampire

•In the end you’re both pretty tired, but very, very happy

[lokislastlove]

Rural Rivalry (Clark Kent x Reader x Bucky Barnes) p4

Summary: Moving back home is made tolerable when you start dating you old grade school crush, but tensions build between him and your childhood best friend.

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, smut, fingering, rough sex, spanking, (some others but ya know… spoilers 🤫)

Note: This was the first thing I ever wrote, and I decided to go back and edit the hell out of it because it was BAD 😬. I feel a bit better about it now so I figured I’d post it. Fuck it. THIS IS A DARK FIC! Mind the warnings y’all. 😘

🍂

Chapter 4:

It’s been three days since you last talked to Bucky. You’ve fill his inbox with voicemails in a full rainbow of emotions and no one has seen him since he stormed out of the Festival. After the first day of radio silence, you try to understand that maybe he just needs time to calm down before he can face you. By the second day, your patience breaks and you visit his apartment, but he isn’t home and his car is gone.

“Maybe he went to stay with his sister in the city? Can you call her?” Wanda offers, stirring her tea as she settles next to you on your bed.

“Yeah, maybe. I don’t have her number though,” you bemoan, hugging your own hot mug to your chest.

“He’ll be back, honey. Don’t worry,” she pats your knee.

“But what if he got in an accident somewhere? He could be hurt. H-he was angry and had been drinking,” you fret, trying to hold back the tears.

“Officer Stark said he’s been checking all the highways. If they find anything, they will tell us.”

You nod, though not entirely convinced. You just can’t shake this growing sense of dread. The longer he ignores you, the more menacing the fear becomes.

“Have you talked to Clark since…ya know?” Wanda asked breaking you from your thoughts.

“No, and I don’t really want to,” you sniff. “He was so different, Wanda. He scared me. I’ve never been scared of Clark before.”

Wanda shifts in her seat, avoiding eye contact as she bites her lips in thought, her brows furrowing slightly. You look at her curiously before she finally looks up, guilt written all over her face.

“I’ve seen him like that,” Wanda mutters, voice small. “After the bonfire. I didn’t tell you because I had been drinking and he’s always been so nice... honestly, I don’t think I believed myself for a while.”

You stay silent, waiting for her to explain, as she takes a calming breath and continues.

“He was upset, I could tell. He asked me what you saw in a guy like Bucky. I was drunk and so I said ‘what’s not to like’,” she scoffs at herself. “. . . Then it gets a bit fuzzy but I remember I tried to kiss him and he pushed me away and . . .” Wandas pauses, voice catching in her throat and her eye water.

“What?” You press gently.

“I don’t remember his exact words but he basically called me a whore and he could never like someone like me,” a tear slips down her cheek and she brushes it away quickly as she takes a deep breath. “There was something about his eyes that scared me, he looked… dangerous. And when I saw him looking at you on the dance floor, I felt that same ice run through my veins as I did that night.”

—

It’s Friday, day five, and still nothing. An entire work week of Wanda trying her best to distract you, attempting to keep things light and cheery. Despite her valiant efforts it does little to lift your mood. Sleep resists you, and when you do fall asleep your dreams often turn to nightmares of Bucky never returning or coming home with a new girlfriend. You’re a nervous wreck, heart rate skyrocketing with every new call or text.

Wanda grabs the bucket from your hand before you reach the bathroom. “Hey, let me do that. Why don’t you go home, have a glass of wine, take a bath and try to get some sleep.”

Too exhausted to argue, you nod, “thanks, Wanda.”

“Call me if you need anything, ok?” She rubs your shoulder ushering you toward the front door, grabbing your purse and coat on the way.

“Stop worrying about me, go have fun on your date tonight. I promise, I will be ok,” you assure her with the best smile you can muster.

“Ok, I’m just saying. Family comes first.”.

“Yeah, I’ll go home and hang out with my parents and try to get some sleep. Thank you for letting me stay with you for the past couple nights, but I suppose I can’t avoid home forever,” sigh and give her a hug before waving goodbye as you walk to your car.

The drive home is quick, your mind on autopilot as you pull up to the detached garage. You avoided coming home, the idea of talking about everything with your parents sounds awful. and you aren’t particularly keen on being so close to Clark. You don’t notice that the house is abnormally quiet and dark until you step through the back door and into the kitchen.

“Hello?” Your voice drifts through the still air.

A single bulb over the sink casts a dull yellow glow to the normally bright and comforting space. The kitchen is spotless with the exception of a slip of paper on the counter.

Hey honey,

We would have called but didn’t want to bother you at work. Martha’s new boyfriend got tickets to a show in the city, and you seem to need some space right now. We will be back by Sunday night at the latest. Call if you need anything.

Love you,

Mom and Dad

PS. Clark has the hotel information in case of any emergencies.

With a sigh you drop the note back on the counter and look around the quiet room. So much for family time. You toss your purse on the counter and decided to unwind with a hot bath. Leaving your shoes and coat by the front door, you trudge upstairs, slowly removing your work clothes.

The bathroom door squeaks as you push it open with your bare foot and you blindly flick on the light. The row of exposed lightbulbs above the sink glare harshly in your eyes, giving you an instant headache. So you decide to grab some candles instead, satisfied with their calming glow.

The pipes in the wall groan and the tub fills with hot steaming water, bubbles building as you toss the rest of your clothes in the hamper. You test the water with your toe and sink in, letting the heat envelope your tired body.

You reach over to the window sill to the tiny old radio and scan for some calming music. The smell of the bubbles, the heat of the water, and the soft drone of the radio help to quiet your brain. Maybe some time alone at home is exactly what you need after all.

Your mind drifts back to the note from your parents, if they were invited by Martha then that means… Clark is alone at his house too. Fuck. Maybe you’ll invite Wanda to come over tomorrow, she can keep you entertained by recounting her date with Loki. A part of you gets the urge to text her now, but after all she’s done for you, she deserves some fun. You resign yourself to hiding away in your room for the night and attempt to block out the world.

The bath lasts a solid hour before the water became too cold to tolerate.You grab the thin robe from the back of the door and make your way downstairs to grab a snack and glass of wine. You tie the robe tight and tap your lip while you ponder what to eat. With all the stress, you don’t much of an appetite, but you know the wine won’t sit well on an empty stomach.

A half empty bottle of white wine sits on the counter and you decide to finish it off, the countertops cold against your thighs as you sit there sipping slowly. You grimace at the bitter taste, mom always goes for the cheap stuff.

The microwave hums as you swing your legs and wait for the popcorn to finish. At the sound of the first pop, something startles you. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end and your breath stills as you swear you see a shadow pass by the living room window. Too afraid to move, you watch through the archway into the dark living room, listening for any further disturbance. The house is quiet save for the popping and the tick of the old grandfather clock in the hall.

The microwave beeps and stops, the silence thick and tense. After another minute of waiting with no signs of life you take a shaky deep breath in and slowly lower yourself to the floor. You toss back the wine quickly to help settle your nerves, and leave the glass in the sink.

With a bowl tucked under one arm, you lock the kitchen door and cross the dark living room into the hall. You take a quick peek out the small window on the door before snapping the deadbolt closed. After a second of deliberation you decide to leave the porch light on, and continue up the stairs. The sound of your bare feet on the wood floor echo down the hall as you make it to your bedroom.

You only just close the door when the small light in the corner of the room flickers to life. You scream in shock and drop the bowl with a loud crash, popcorn flying everywhere.

Clark sits there in your oversized reading chair next to the window, dirty flannel sleeves rolled up to his elbows and some light bruising around one eye. He watches you, expression unreadable, legs open wide, one arm hanging loosely over the arm while the other supports his chin.

“Evening, sugar” his deep voice floats across the room.

Despite your distance, you press your back against the wall. Your breathing escalates, feet frozen as if buried under in foot of cement. You watch as his eyes flicker down your body, lingering on your exposed legs and heaving chest.

“Clark! Jesus, you scared the hell out of me,” you squeak and bring your hands to your chest, pinching your robe closed.

His gaze slowly drifts back up to face, the darkness behind his smirk causing you to shiver.

“It’s not the first time I’ve snuck through your window,” he teases, quirking a brow.

“Why didn’t you just use the front door? You know our parents are gone.”

“That’s no fun,” Clark pushes himself out of the chair and steps toward you.

You press yourself further into the wall and hold your hand out instinctively. “Clark,” you warn softly as you watch him near.

“You afraid of me, Sugar?” Clark mocks, placing a hand over his heart, feigning offense.

“You haven’t exactly seemed like yourself, lately,” you argue, your hands shaking as he takes another step closer. Your vision blurs slightly and you shake your head as you blink rapidly.

“How would you know? You’ve been avoiding me for months,” he returns, menacingly calm.

“Clark, please. We talked about this. I told you I was going to try to fix it. But what you did at the auction was not ok,” you chide bitterly.

“What? You’ve always wanted that movie date and it seemed like the perfect way to spend time together and make up for the time you spent ignoring me,” he takes another large step closer.

“Clark, I have a boyfriend. At least, I hope I do,” your eyes drop and your voice trails off as Bucky’s face flashes in your head.

Clark’s jaw clenches, grimacing as tilts his head as though your words burned him. He closes his eyes briefly and his nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath in through his nose, stopping right in front of you.

“A boyfriend who doesn’t return your calls and runs out on you is hardly worth your time.”

“How do you know about that?”

“Oh sweetheart, it’s a small town. You know news travels fast. He didn’t even send you a text?” He raises an eyebrow.

Your heart aches at his words, you can’t even try to defend Bucky’s actions. What Clark did was petty, but for Bucky to just walk off and ghost you like this? That’s not how you treat someone you love. Your eyes burn as you try to fight the tears, hands grow heavy and fall to your sides in defeat. Finally, someone puts words to the fear you’ve been smothering.

“Oh, sugar. I’m sorry,” he pulls you into a hug, his familiar scent and the feel of his arms break your resolve.

It feels good to be held. You don’t put up a fight, that fear you felt only a moment ago fizzles out, replaced by a craving for comfort. You sigh as the heat of him warms and relaxes you, needing the relief after the long week of stress. You don’t have the energy to stay mad at him. At least he is here for you, unlike Bucky.

You weakly wrap your arms around Clark’s waist and he hums his approval into your hair, gently swaying you side to side until you sniff and tilt your head up to look at him.

“What happened to your face?” You ask, tracing the fading half circle bruise around his eye delicately.

Clark shakes his head with a smile, “It’s not important right now,” he assures you.

He catches your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing it softly. You blink and pull it away, unnerved by how easily he slips across the line from comforting to intimate.

“Ok,” You stiffen, suddenly aware of how little is covering you as embarrassment heats your face.

“Um, maybe I should put on some clothes,” you laugh, waiting for Clark to step away.

But he doesn’t, he stands there looking down at your chest, the blue of his eyes disappearing as his pupils dilate.

“Clark,” you swallow, suddenly feeling vulnerable as the tension builds. You cross your arms and try to push past him to get to your closet.

“Don’t. You look beautiful, besides it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he flirts with a grin.

“When we were kids doesn’t count, Clark. Besides, I’m getting cold,” you shiver and adjust your arms to cover your hard nipples clearly noticeable through the thin satin.

“I can keep you warm,” his eyes twinkle as he run his large hands down your arms. The sensation makes your skin tingle and you notice a heaviness settle in your limbs.

“Ha-ha. Very funny, Clark,” you roll your eyes and try to brush him off, but your muscles ache as if your strength is slipping from you. He grips your biceps firmly and you gasp.

“What are you doing?” You tremble.

He’s quiet, as he stares at you. A cruel smile growing as he watches you try and fail to fight against him.

“Clark,” you cry, barely able to reach his abdomen in your attempt to push him away.

“How do you do it?” He hisses, through his teeth.

“What?” You ask, confused, the world blurring around you.

“Pretend like we are just friends?”

“We are friends, Clark. You are like a brother –,” he cuts you off as he shakes you harshly, your head spinning.

“No! I don’t want to hear that bullshit. It’s always been more and you know it,” he growls, bordering on yelling.

“Clark, stop. Somethings wrong, I feel weird,” you struggle to stay upright, hissing at his tight grip on your arms.

He lets you go and you fall back into the door behind you. Your hand fumbling blindly for the handle, desperate to get away while you can still move your legs.

“Drink a little too much tonight, sugar?” He smirks as you find the knob.

Using all your strength you spin, pull open the door and try to flee the room. Clark watches in amusement as your foot slips awkwardly on the spilled popcorn bowl and you stumble into the hallway. Your heart thumps loudly against your chest, legs wobbling after only a few steps before giving out all together. Your head collides with the floor hard and you close your eyes, listening to his heavy footsteps near as he stands over you.

“What’s happening?” You mutter, unable to move even though your skin feels like it might combust from all the stimulation.

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he chuckles darkly as the world fades to black.

You awake to the sound of grunting, broken and echoing, as if you were in a long tunnel. A small groan escapes you as you try to move your head, your forehead dragging along a rough dirty surface. The smell of dirt, manure and something sweet fill your nose. Your eyes flutter open but everything is out of focus.

You feel the shards of dry hay between your fingers, which explains the smells, you you spot a blurry blob wiggling several feet away. The grunts become more urgent, a familiarity behind the tone. You hiss as you go to push yourself up and your arm tingles painfully, trapped under your body awkwardly for who knows how long.

“Mmmf,” the voice persists and you squint at the wiggling blob, rubbing your eyes with your non-numb hand.

“Bucky?” You gasp, his long greasy hair dangling messily in front of his face.

Your heart drops as you finally take in the full picture. He sits bound and gagged, tied to a wooden support beam inside a large barn. His eyes are pleading as he shimmies his shoulders and shakes his head desperately. Your mind is fuzzy and your body is weak, but you have enough sense to know where you are, you grew up playing in here, this is Clark’s barn.

Bucky’s pained moans light a fire in you and you drag yourself over to him. Your thin robe slips open with your effort, exposing your nudity but you don’t care. Brushing his dirty hair aside, you notice the blood and bruises marring his face.

“Oh my god, Bucky. What happened to you,” you cry.

Some of his cuts are already healing while others look fresh enough to still bleed, making him hiss when you accidentally brush over them. You tug on his restraints but you’re still weak and your numb hand pricks painfully as the blood rushes down to your fingers.

Bucky let’s his head fall against yours with a soft sob as you hug him against you. Relief washes over you to find him alive, not dead in a ditch somewhere or hiding out with some new girl as you had feared. Tears flow down your face and you manage to slip the gag down below his chin.

“Oh, darlin. I’m so glad you’re ok. Did he hurt you?” He asks, voice raw and strained.

“Me?!” You scoff. If only he could see himself, muddied, bloody, his new navy suit torn, exposing even more cuts and bruises along his torso. “Jesus. Bucky how long have you been here?”

He shakes his head and looks up at you, a mixture of regret, shame, sorrow, relief and adoration all pouring out of him at the sight of you. You return his small smile until his eyes flick over your shoulder, his face suddenly paling with fear.

“Oh don’t mind me. I’d hate to break up this adorable reunion,” a deep voice slithers from behind you.

Your head snaps around and you spot Loki leaning casually against the open barn door. He takes a quick peek out the door and shuts it, slowly strolling over to you with his hands clasped behind his back. You shift your body in front of Bucky’s defensively.

“Leave her alone. Don’t you dare touch her, you fucking creep,” Bucky spits over your shoulder, fighting his bonds.

“Now now, Barnes. That hostility of yours has done you no favors thus far. Let’s try to remember our manners,” Loki smirks.

His heeled footsteps have you shaking with fear, there is a grace and a malice in the way he moves. He comes to a stop, towering over you as he lets his eyes drift down your scantily clad body. You cringe and adjust your robe, unconsciously leaning backward into Bucky.

“Mmm,” Loki hums. “I can see now why you have so many admirers, my dear,” he drawls, eyes twinkling at your discomfort.

“Fuck you,” you snarl.

Loki may be thin, but you know you are no match for him and that fear in Bucky’s eyes when he saw him makes you wonder how dangerous he really is.

“Did you do this to him?” You demand, that flicker of anger sparking inside you as you imagine all the time he probably spent torturing the man you love.

“Don’t. Just run. Please,” Bucky whispers behind you.

“Shut up,” you growl back, still glaring at Loki.

Loki chuckles and reaches down without warning, dragging you to your feet and away from Bucky. You yelp in surprise and reach for your boyfriend, as he yells back for you.

“Let her go!” Bucky shouts angrily.

Loki turns you to face Bucky, one hand tight around your neck and the other wrapped around your middle, pining your arms to your sides. You whimper and struggle against his hold.

“Mmm. Yes, right there,” Loki purrs, pushing his pelvis harder into your wiggling backside.

“Loki!” Roars another voice.

Lokis laughter softens but his grip doesn’t as he turns to face Clark, standing in the doorway looking furious.

“Clark,” You choke out desperately.

Loki loosens his hold, hands tickling across your exposed breast before dropping away completely. You run toward Clark, his arms open wide in welcome for you.

“No! Don’t!” Bucky calls, voice breaking.

You spare a quick glance at Bucky, his face twisted in fear and the memory of Clark waiting for you in your bedroom, standing over you as you try to escape gifs you like a ton of bricks.

“You,” you breath as you look at Clark, eyes widening in understanding. “You did all of this?…How could you?”

Clark stands there stoically, the subtle tick of his jaw and the raise of his chin telling you all you need to make your heart shatter to pieces.

“I told you, darlin’. He’s not your friend,” Bucky asserts, glaring at Clark while a small sob escapes you.

“Sugar,” Clark coos, taking a large step forward, hands outstretched placatingly.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me,” you cry, overwhelmed by all the red flags you had ignored so stubbornly. Everyone had tried to tell you, but you ignored them. How could someone you love do something like this?

“I trusted you,” you accuse Clark sadly, while Loki snickers and circles around closer to Bucky.

“So naïve,” Loki smirks, brandishing a knife from some hidden pocket as he squats down next to a squirming Bucky.

Your breath hitches and you rush toward Bucky protectively, ready to tear that scrawny bastard to pieces. You almost make it to him before you are caught by Clark’s bulging arms, as they lock around your stomach.

“Stop!” You shriek, flailing helplessly.

“Do you know what your little boy toy did?” Clark hisses in your ear. “After the auction?”

Your struggles cease as Clark tightens his hold around you, making it hard to breathe. You go quiet as you watch Bucky’s brow curve in shame, that familiar puppy dog expression he does when he knows he fucked up.

“He stormed off in a fit of jealousy, didn’t even have the decency to talk to you first.” Clark tuts, “then where does he go? He drives here, to my house.”

You shake your head in denial.

“Oh yes. He sat here in the dark and when I got home he pulled that knife on me,” Clark nods towards Loki, who drags the tip of the blade down Bucky’s cheek and chuckles cruelly.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted him to leave you alone,” Bucky laments, barely noticing the new scratch down his face.

“Naturally, I had to defend myself. It probably would have been a more even fight, had he not been such a sloppy drunk,” Clark scoffs smugly. “But really, I did it for you, sugar. I could only imagine how he’d take his anger out on you… again.”

Your blood runs cold and you go stiff in his arms. You never told anyone except Wanda.“What?” You wheeze in dismay.

“It’s ok. I won’t let him hurt you anymore,” he whispers darkly into your neck.

[leather-n-laces]

Bethyl Soulmate AU - Beth Becomes A Guardian

(Another excerpt!! I posted a bit of it last night, figured I may as well post the entire bit. As it would effectively be a first chapter. It’s very rough and it is unedited, so don’t hate me. Pretty much only posting for the lovely @g-r-a-u 🤫)

“You’re getting better.” Maggie hollers from the other side of the yard.

“She’s right,” The man towering over her lets out a tired chuckle. “Might be better than her soon.” Paul adds quietly as he pulls her to her feet. She wouldn’t ever say it out loud - but that didn’t seem like an impossibility. She trained just as hard, just as long as the eldest Greene girl did. If not longer and harder. They’d tried to dissuade her at first. Trying to get her interested in the upkeep of the farm, or the training and raising of horses. She paid attention to that well enough but as soon as someone turned her back she was gone.

Not gone, gone. She was never hard to find. Wherever Maggie was working, Beth was right there. Mimicking the routines, swinging sticks and any other manner of makeshift weapon she had. Every twist and turn. Each dodge and roll.

Eventually they gave in. Let her do it. Got her, her own set of weapons too. What did it hurt? Valuable skills to have even if it wasn’t going to be her calling.

Beth tried not to wince once she was back on her feet. They’d been practicing with dull wooden ‘daggers’. It was meant to be a demonstration of hand-to-hand combat. Still, wood hurts if you shove it hard enough against the skin. Still could walk away with bruises, scrapes, and all manner of injury if you weren’t careful.

She can feel Paul’s eyes sweep over her as he tries to assess the damage. It hurt, she could already pinpoint where the bruises would taint her skin. The cuts and scrapes beneath her sparring clothes. “Ain’t bad. I’ll survive.”

Before he gets a chance to throw whatever witty comeback he had kicking around his head, her daddy’s voice cuts through stale evening air. Dinners on and they’ve got guests. Best to go up to the house unless they wanted to be eating in the stables.

“You coming, Bethy?” Maggie’s already got her things set away and Paul’s heading towards the fence.

She shakes her head - grimacing at the tugging sensation she can feel in her neck. “Need a minute. I’ll be up in a few.”

She always needed a minute to come down, let the adrenaline wash away. She could still feel that buzz under her skin. Beth drags her arm over her forehead, brushing away the golden fly-always that had since become matted to her face. Bugs were already coming out and the sun was setting soon - so she decided to take her minute. The makeshift dagger thrown into a rusted out bucket by the gate. The woods warm where she presses her back to the fence. She just needs a minute.

Truth be told Beth isn’t sure how long she’s been standing there. Eventually the sounds of Georgia fade and fade. She doesn’t notice at first, doesn’t mind much. That’s not what grabs her. It’s the smell that does it. Smoke. Not a little, like she’s standing right in the centre of a campfire. It’s so thick in her lungs she starts to cough, eyes springing open.

Her first instinct is to give Maggie shit for starting a fire while she’s down wind. But when she opens her eyes, the farm is gone. It’s completely gone. She’s standing on a paved road, heat and smoke enveloping her. There’s a house on fire. Not the farm house. It any house she knows or has ever seen in her life. There’s a fire truck, police cars (Beth can’t think of the last time she saw one of those - let alone functional) but they aren’t what grab her.

Something’s swelling her gut. Confusion, pain. She wasn’t on the farm any more. She didn’t know where she was. But that was the less important thing. There’s a child in front of her. The police, the fire truck, the small crowd. They fade just like the cicadas and crickets did until all she can hear is the sound of her own heart pounding in her chest.

The child doesn’t move. They stay stock still, Beth can’t take her eyes off of them. She tries. She tries to look anywhere else. She doesn’t understand why her arm reaches out, her body seemingly acting of its own accord. Before her fingers can brush the child’s shoulder she stumbles back, and cries. A searing pain cutting across her back, and another one. The house fades, replaced by a kaleidoscope of images and sounds. Motorcycles, pills bottles, belts, cigarettes, open roads.

“Maggie!” It’s a desperate cry - no it’s a scream. One brought fear and pain. A sound she didn’t even know she was capable of making. The pain comes from all over now. All different sensations. Like she’s being whipped in some place, burnt in another, cut somewhere else. All at once over and over. “Someone! Help me, please!” Her head swings to the side as the impact of an unseen force lands against their cheek, sending her sprawling. Everything around her keeps changing - warping. Voices and plac3s she’s never seen. Feelings she’s never felt. Agony, betrayal, fear. The fear.

The invisible assault stops as suddenly as it started. The shifting pictures settle. She doesn’t know where she is - if she is anywhere. There’s people but no one near her. In fact, they seem oblivious to her cries and pleas. It’s like they can’t even see her. But she can see them.

Beth bites her tongue so hard she can taste the blood as she pulls herself up. There’s a group of men, they’ve got someone backed into a corner. Their prey lunges, trying to break free. There’s yelling and cursing, and fists and broken bottles are flying. The prey finally gets grabbed, it takes two hulking men to hold them in place. Another slides forward, a sick grin twisting up his lips.

“W-What are you doing?” Beth croaks, limping towards the men. It’s no use, she’s not moving, her legs are but she’s not getting closer. But the free man is, step by step he’s closing in on the writing figure. Everything false happens in slow motion. She sees the knife, the cruel flash of silver in the light. “No don’t! Stop!” She’s going as fast as she can, screaming at the top of her lungs. It’s no use. The assailant grabs his victims head and pulls him in.

With one fluid motion the blade is buried to hilt in the figure's abdomen, at the exact moment she feels it. It’s so much clearer than the rest, the phantom attack. She feels the knife plunge in. Her hands press against her abdomen, coming away hot and sticky. The pain is blinding. It wraps her up as she crumples to the ground.

The last thing there is before the men, and the world fades away are five little words, whispered in her mind. It’s despite the pain, despite the blood she knows is pouring out of her right now she can make those 5 little words out.

“End of the line, Dixon.”

It’s all she hears before everything goes dark.

[izacore]

Hi guys. Last time we saw each other in Mags’ post, she promised you I would take you to the moon. And guess what! We were supposed to fly there in 2 days if not for Arthur who just randomly decided IT’S TIME TO GO PUBLIC and spoil everything we wanted to put into this theory. But fear not, there’s a silver lining in this tragedy - The Clown Doc seems to be right about everything, even when it comes to theories that made us think we were losing it.

 So, let me take you on a journey and tell you a story about how me and Magda @vildeliens​ have already been floating in the space for the past 2 months. Oh, and I guess we’re going to discuss some theories as well:

1. Arthur likes space (thanks Arthur for already confirming this theory, you could have waited 2 day tho so our win would be bigger)

2. The subplot in s5 will involve Eliott and it’ll be connected with Arthur and his interest for space.

It all started with Axel and Maxence at dreamit con, joking about Arthur being an astronaut and meeting Alexia at NASA. It seemed so ridiculous that everybody just laughed it off, the actors included, but then the same topic was brought up by Hippo in some of his stories and we actually started thinking about it...  

(The Clown Doc, p. 209)

As shown below, we first started discussing it before November 13th

I think it was the first moment when we said to each other that that’s it, we had oficially lost it. We weren’t planning on doing anything with it, maybe put it in a post with fun facts, but then, the cast itself sucked us into that madness again, cause we analyzed the stuff they posted having gotten the scripts and:

Maxence: going 🚀

Robin:  ah, maybe we will meet? 🚀

Maxence:  ahaha yeah apparently it's planned 🤫

I don’t know about you, but for us it feels like they were conspiring as if they were up to something together... They got the scripts, read that their characters’ stories will somehow intertwine and now the actors are teasing each other on ig about it...

Maxence even replied to Shirley’s comment with stars

On 07.11 he also added a photo of this lamp and thanks to that it all started coming together to us....

Axel: You’re going to the moon?🚀

...cause when you look at all the photos from the shooting, there’s a lot of them, that you could associate with the moon and stars: 

this one is from that night shoot with Maxence

18.11, with an exclusive sneak peak from The Clown Doc, p. 68

(The Clown Doc, p. 210)

At that point it became obvious to us that maybe we were not seeing things, but still, we were taking it with a grain of salt, expecting it all to end up as inside jokes between the cast members and us as the biggest clowns. It would be crazy if something so far-fetched based on reaching ended up real, right? Right. 

Flash forward to today. Arthur’s insta account was opened. And we screamed.

IT’S FILLED WITH SPACE RELATED THINGS. HE REALLY IS INTRESTED IN IT. AND SPACE IS REALLY GOING TO PLAY A BIG PART IN HIS SEASON.

But you know what’s so sick about it? The captions under the photos look exactly like the messages me and Mags were sending to each other here while playing our little game:

The fact that this theory ended up being true and we didn’t even want to post it as a separate post at first proves one thing: if we were right about the most far-fetched theory... what if the ones we have more evidence for are actually true? 

tl;dr 1. Arthur is a science/space/sci-fi nerd 2. He and Eliott will share a storyline.

In conclusion: maybe we are not as mad as we thought. You may now leave the spaceship. See you on Sunday (29.12) when we will post a summary of The Clown Doc and some random facts - it’s been quite a ride and we can’t believe it’s already coming to an end. 

[piinksoup]

hey so um 😐 first post

i’m a new sims 4 hater simblr so i’ve been in this site for some time now and i’ve always saw simblrs when i went cc shopping and i thought that was cool ig so here i am

i’ve played the sims 2 when i was a little kid (actually i didn’t play i used to let my sims die bc i didn’t know how to control them - and my brother watched my distress with pure joy lol) i started actually playing when the sims 3 was launched in my moms old laptop with a bunch of cc i just fell in love with the game even thought it was unplayabled lol so since then i’ve been milked from ea lol (not really tbh i have my ways 🤫)

anyways i’m a 20yo lesbian who is actually bored and entering my joker era (i live in brazil) so i decided to create a simblr bc i wanted to post about my gameplays and see what’s good around here ig lol so i’m wanting some mutuals follow me if you want or don’t idc 😁

(i will be posting mostly about sims 2

…and especially about brandi broke bc she’s my gf)