#one of these days im going to be picking up mail while doing so and the amazon guy is gonna have to make a citizens arrest

[payasita]

ain't nothin this puppet can't do!

[murdrdocs]

thinking abt how adorable young dad!finnick would be with his little son on christmas

maybe him even building a lego set like in that one picture of sam clafflin if yk what im talking abt

this one trust i know

young dad!finnick absolutely adores christmas. as soon as december rolls around, he's coming into the house with a christmas tree strung up and in tow, a big grin on his face as he politely orders you to grab the christmas records and put music on. he decorates. heavily. and his son — your son — does it with him. little fists reinforced with bigger ones on either side hanging up tinsel and handmade ornaments and mistletoe beneath the door frames. and you bet that anytime you are coincidentally under it with either of them, finnick is enforcing the stereotypes and encouraging you to pucker up.

then christmas day comes around and he's never been happier.

he wants your son to believe in santa claus. it's something he needs to happen. solely so he can grab fresh milk from the town market and bake cookies with a recipe sent in the mail by peeta a month ago. your son helps, except he mostly begs to eat the dough and ends up with flour adorably dusting his cheeks and throughout his hair. finnick, slightly less adorably but only because it was of his own purposeful doing, ends up the same, flour scattered through the grown in beard along his jaw.

your son is eventually tucked in for the night, the clock rolls past midnight and into the early hours of the morning, and finnick is gently waking you. his voice is soft, but the excitement is still clear within his words.

"it's 4, baby. gonna go put the presents under the tree." there's a silent ask of if you'll be joining or not, and even though your dream was entering the comforting stages (the three of you on the beach like you usually are, but there's a prominent bump under your sweater this time), you roll out of bed and quietly make your way into the living room.

finnick meticulously arranges the gifts while you sit on the couch and make your way through the milk and cookies, which does nothing to help the sleep tugging at your mind. by the time finnick has decided on an arrangement that he's satisfied with, you've dozed off with half of a cookie in your hand. you awake once more to finnick, him taking the cookie out of your hand and taking a bite for himself, leaving the last quarter on the plate before he picks you up and carries you to bed.

and opening gifts is his absolute favorite part. there are the ones from the two of you, your neighbors in victors village, your families (an especially sweet knitted set from mags for your son, and a quilted blanket for you and finnick), and then comes the ones from santa. finnick sits and watches happily, sometimes even recording with the old camera the two of you have.

his happiness is infectious. you can't help but cuddle into his side, pressing your face to his bare chest as you slink your arm around his waist.

the love in your heart only multiplies when you see finnick and your son building the lego set from santa later in the afternoon, finnick looking extremely determined and your son replicating his fathers face to the best of his abilities.

[racharii]

coming from an enby whos tme (tho i myself am not transmasc), i feel like a lot of transmasc people are doing this "have their cake and eat it too" thing where they want to be perceived as men or men adjacent, in our society a part of the oppressor class, while also still wanting to benefit from structures meant to protect against said class. specifically ones that have been set up in queer spaces. ive met quite a few trans men who were just as vehemently misogynysitic as your average dude bro. and (this is speculation based on convos ive had with trans men im not in every transmascs head) a lot of transmascs have a lot of internalized misogyny that they project onto trans women. ive had an irl ex friend of mine say something that i think encapsulates this particular issue fairly well. this was like 8 years ago, we were talking about trans rep in media (specifically orange is the new black iirc) so im paraphrasing; 'its messed up that we (afabs in this context) are sidelined for people who used to be men, we cant escape the patriarchy.' that was horribly transmisogynistic, so lets unpack it.

it assumes that trans women are just men

it assumes sex essentialism, that they and i were just women. that we were just poor Females having 'our space' encroached on by mean 'former men.'

im not saying that all transmascs think like this ofc. #notallmen. im saying that some do, and enough transmascs have internalized misogyny and not enough self reflection.

just because you are trans doesnt mean you are immune to bigotry and recouping oppressive structures. none of us are free of Sin™️. you as an individual have to make an effort to reflect on your thoughts and actions and how they might affect yourself and others, so that you are not a willing participant of our communities oppression.

for example, ive talked a lot privately about my journey to being a better person, (and pobodies nerfect, its always a learning process, you always will have things you can improve on. and thats okay, were all just human) i initially hated it/its pronouns. 'it' gave me the ick. i was called 'it' as a kid incessantly to make fun of my gender presentation, i couldnt fathom someone else finding peace and even euphoria in using it/its. i bought into the conservative talking points about neopronouns and it/its being detrimental to the trans community. they were "the bad transes" and me? well i use they/them but shakespeare used the singular they so im fine :), im one of the good ones. then one day, i was listening to some video essay idr what or who, but something they said stuck with me, "if it/its makes me happy, why do you care? how does 'it' hurt you really?" my trauma is not everyones trauma, people will find comfort in things that i wont, and thats okay. 'it' hurt me when i was young, by cruel kids and uncaring adults. why am i hurting my community, my fellow transes, by continuing to deny them their autonomy to identify how they like? so i got over 'it.' i saw the real harm was the fucking wedge being driven between us by conservative grifters trying to pick off the weakest in the herd before they go in for the rest of us.

visibility isnt necessarily a good thing for marginalized people. transfemmes are the biggest target of hate in our community atm. they unfortunately serve as the canary. global fascism is on the rise and to be frank, a targeted hate campaign against a trans woman is asking for her to be killed. outed, paraded as a freak, doxxed, swatted, killed. protect trans women, fascism doesnt stop with one group nor will you be saved by being "one of the good ones." trans solidarity, even the people you dont like, even if you think theyre icky or gross or whatever the fuck else you do Not give up trans solidarity. you dont make callout posts, you dont send death threats, you dont send hate mail, if you dont like someone Block Them and move on.

we stand together or we will be eradicated.

[zazima]

im rusty. so rusty. and also extremely late for christmas. i may as well have waited 350 days until the holidays came around again, but im trying to write more this year, so hear you go? eek im nervous. please pardon any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. enjoy! also tumblr doesn't seem to have line breaks so sorry if any time jumps are confusing.

also a warning for language and mentions of wanting to step in front of a bus as an extreme response to being embarrassed. i swear this is all fluff otherwise.

Harry doesn't know what to get Sirius for Christmas.

Well, to clarify, Harry doesn't know if he can get Sirius anything adequately worth a damn. Because how can a game (magical or not) or piece of art or trinket or any sort of anything say hey Merry Christmas and by the way, thanks for saving me from my horrible abusive household where I lived in a cupboard and for wrangling a fucked up wizarding judicial system so that it both exonerates you from a murder you didn't commit and lets you adopt a kid you only properly met six months ago.

Harry would also like the gift (if he ever manages to find something) to say also thank you for giving me my own bedroom and for making pancakes every Saturday morning and for letting me visit my friends and for playing two-man Quidditch with me and for ruffling my hair and for always letting me pick the film that we watch and for telling me stories about my parents and for always being just enough and for not pushing me when I have nothing to say and for calling me by my name instead of shouting boy angrily-

Harry figures that he should cut himself off there. Any more gratitudes and the gift will literally be impossible to find, lest it be the size of Hogwarts in an effort to cram any and all unspoken messages Harry doesn't have the courage to voice out loud.

So Harry does what he usually does in a sticky situation. He turns to his friends.

No clue mate, Ron writes. I normally get Mum perfume and Dad whatever Muggle trinket he's been obsessing over. So unless Sirius wants a rubber duck, I probably won't be much help. But you could probably give him one and he'd be ecstatic. You're pretty much his favorite person right now.

Ah bloody hell. Do you think I should get Sirius something as a thanks for Pig?

Even though he's sure Ron's right (although Padfoot might enjoy a rubber duck more than Sirius), Harry doesn't have time to add Ron's own gift conundrum to his list of problems, so he turns to Hermione, who ends up being a bit more helpful.

I know you said that Sirius was interested in curse-breaking and how it can be used to help with cleaning up Grimmauld Place, so maybe something pertaining to that? A book or starter kit? Or perhaps something a bit more personal, something he couldn't just buy in a shop. Don't worry too much, Harry. He'll love whatever it is you give him because it's you.

Harry disregards the book suggestion immediately. Sirius does read; over the holiday break the two of them have taken to sitting quietly on opposite sides of the couch in the sitting room, reading books from the Black family library and munching on the latest treat Mrs. Weasley has sent them while flames blaze in the fireplace, only breaking the peaceful quiet occasionally to share whatever interesting passage has just been read. But Harry doesn't want to give a present that reminds Sirius of the exhausting work they do every day trying to make Grimmauld Place a habitable home.

Hermione's other suggestion, however, gets Harry thinking. Something he couldn't just buy in a shop. That obviously eliminates all of the last-resort items Harry had on his mental list, as they were dumb things he had planned to frantically order by mail once he gave up on the idea of finding something good enough for Sirius. But it also opens up a new idea, something that Harry himself had appreciated when he had received it a few years ago.

He begins firing off letters and mail-in order forms with an efficiency Hermione would admire. The owls return in quick fashion, up to three or four a day. Sirius doesn't notice anything at first, but when Hedwig taps on the kitchen window for the second time that day during breakfast, he gets up and lets her in with a raised eyebrow at Harry.

"Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment?" he asks, somewhat incredulously, peering at the label on the package. "Harry, love, you know we can just go to Diagon Alley whenever you'd like. No need to rely on owl post if you're running low on supplies."

Harry flushes and snatches the small, soft package from Hedwig, stuffing it under his armpit and looking determinedly at his porridge. He hopes he doesn't have ACTUALLY IT'S PART OF YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT written all over his face.

"It's fine," he shrugs, aiming for casual nonchalance with his tone. "It's just a small thing. No point in going all the way down to Diagon Alley. Besides, the crowds would drive you crazy. They'd probably give you a concussion trying to get a picture."

Sirius grimaces, probably thinking of their last attempt to go for an ice cream at Fortescue's shortly before Harry had left for the fall term. They'd returned to Grimmauld Place ice cream-less and with a giant tear down the front of Harry's robes.

"Nothing a Glamour Charm wouldn't fix," he responds, grabbing his own empty bowl and bringing it to the sink. "Anyway, it's not fair for us to be shut up in this damned house because some people can't behave themselves in public. You just let me know whenever you want to go out, alright? I promise I won't breathe down your neck while you look at potions ingredients and whatnot. Even if they all suspiciously happen to be ingredients for an Enlarging Potion."

He manages to ruffle Harry's hair before the boy squawks out a "Sirius!" and darts out the kitchen, cackling in response to Harry's sputtered "I'm not... I wouldn't... SIRIUS!"

As Christmas approaches, Harry begins to stay up later and later into the night, working frantically to finish Sirius' present. One late night (or early morning, really), he hears a gentle knock on his door. He jumps and shoves the half completed project under his comforter.

"Come in!"

Sirius peeks his head through the cracked open door. "Are you alright? I was getting a glass of water and noticed your light was still on."

Harry nods, trying to convey a casualness he doesn't feel beneath the stress of wanting to have the present ready by Christmas morning. "Yes. Fine. I was just... reading." He reaches for his nightstand and holds up the latest book he's knicked from the Black family library for this exact purpose.

Sirius raises an eyebrow. "You sure? I've read that one before. Couldn't last more than thirty seconds at a time without falling asleep."

Harry glances at the cover. He hasn't even cracked it open yet. "It's actually quite interesting. I've always been fascinated by... the evolution of wizarding legalese from 1500 to 1800." He internally winces as the subject matter is finally made apparent to his sleep-deprived brain.

Sirius pauses, clearly sensing that something's up. He must decide that now's not the time to probe further because he says, "Alright. You're stronger than me, then. Let me know if you need anything though." He begins to retreat and close the bedroom door but stops right before he actually does. "I forgot, " he murmurs, opening the door wide and stepping fully into Harry's bedroom. He approaches Harry where he's sitting on his bed. Harry tries to discretely shove the half-finished present further under the covers. "You had a letter downstairs. We must have missed it earlier. I only saw it when I was getting water." He hands over a rather thick envelope to Harry, who flips it over, notes the name of the sender, and smiles, relieved.

Sirius lets out a small puff of air, and Harry looks up at the sound. Sirius pastes on a rather strained smile. "Do you often write to Mrs. Weasley?"

Harry's brain scrambles for a response. "Erm. Not really."

He doesn't say anything else, unsure how to explain away the situation convincingly. A rather awkward silence settles between them. Sirius looks as if he's summoning the courage to say something.

Sirius takes a deep breath. "I'm here if you ever want to talk, Harry. I know the Weasley's have always been great to you, and I never want to feel like you're getting that taken away. But, I just want you to know that I'm also here, in addition to them. For anything. No questions asked or judgement cast. Alright?"

The letter slips out of Harry's grip, as he frantically waves his hands in front of him, desperate to correct Sirius' perception of the situation. "Oh, no, Sirius, I know! I swear it. We were just... planning Ron's birthday present this year. They wanted to throw him a party." The fib comes easily.

Sirius visibly relaxes. "Oh. Ron's birthday's not until April though."

"Yes," Harry's brain scrambles for an explanation. "But you know how Mrs. Weasley is. Always trying to stay ahead. She's already starting to plan the menu. Fretting between bacon sandwiches or chicken legs for the main course."

Sirius shakes his head, a genuine smile starting to form on his face. "Well you know my vote is always for chicken legs. Assuming I'm invited of course."

"You know you're always invited. Mrs. Weasley always wants an opportunity to make sure you're feeding me properly," Harry rolls his eyes. "And Ron thinks you're pretty cool too. Even though you broke his leg."

Sirius gives him a mock scowl. "Hey now! I wasn't in my right mind that night. And I gave him an owl to make up for it! Even though I was probably doing myself more of a favor than him. That damned owl was driving me mad."

Harry giggles, and Sirius' smile grows wider at the sound. He lets out a dramatic sigh and leans over to ruffle Harry's hair, ignoring the sounds of protest that come in response to the action.

"Alright then, love. I'm off to bed. Shout if you need anything, and I'll be here in faster than you can say chicken legs. You hear me?"

Harry nods. "Yes sir."

Sirius scowls for real this time. "None of that now, remember?"

Harry nods again, this time rather sheepishly. Sirius bends over to kiss his forehead before heading out of the bedroom, shouting a "Good night!" over his shoulder before he closes the door behind him.

Harry sighs in relief, pulls the present out from underneath the comforter, tears open Mrs. Weasley's letter, and gets back to work.

The morning of the 25th is bright and cold.

Harry is a ball of nerves as the breakfast plates get cleared away and the two of them prepare to go to the sitting room to open presents. Padfoot had barged into Harry's room at half past seven, barking loudly and leaping onto the bed, nearly giving Harry a heart attack in the process. He'd only finished Sirius' present in the wee hours of the morning and had barely managed to shove it into his desk drawer before he'd fallen asleep.

Sirius had dragged Harry into the kitchen for special Christmas chocolate chip pancakes and hot chocolate but had only allowed Harry to start eating once he agreed to don a ridiculously oversized Santa hat that matched the one Sirius had on his own head.

"If I'd known you liked Christmas so much, I'd have taken you to the Muggle mall to get a picture with Santa," Harry grumbles only half-heartedly as he watches the milk heat up on the hob. Sirius was adamant about making hot chocolate the old-fashioned way.

Sirius laughs loudly and hooks his arm around Harry's neck, pulling him close and planting a kiss on his forehead with a loud smack. "It's our first Christmas together, kiddo! First of many. You can get past your anti-morning attitude for that, can't you?"

"I gueeeeeeees," Harry mock-whines, drawing out the word as he adds the chopped chocolate to the steaming milk. He's secretly pleased that Sirius seems to somewhat enjoy his company. It shows he's not such a terrible charge.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," Sirius states dramatically. He gives Harry one last squeeze before releasing him. "Now come on, let's get to presents. I call going first!" He darts off to the sitting room where, overnight, a large pile of presents has piled in front of the eight-foot tall tree Sirius had dragged home one afternoon (with lots of swearing).

Harry gulps nervously as he pours hot chocolate into two mugs and tops them both with a handful of marshmallows. His hands are slightly shaking as he brings them both to the sitting room. Sirius is poking around the heap of gifts as he enters the room, and Harry spots the hastily wrapped, lumpy package he completed only a few hours ago.

Please like it, please like it, please like it, he silently begs as he sets the mugs on the coffee table. The sight of the gift is almost nauseating, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the hot chocolate.

Sirius turns at the sound to spot Harry and grins. "Alrighty, kiddo, what do you want to unwrap first? I did go a bit overboard this year, you'll have to forgive me. But there's plenty here from your friends!" He's practically vibrating with excitement.

Harry straightens his back and clears his throat. "Actually, do you mind if you do the opening first?"

Sirius pauses. "Are you sure? I swear mine are quite good."

Harry nods vigorously. "Yes. You can start with mine. It's right on top. The green wrapping." Let's just get this over with, he thinks.

Sirius picks up the package and shakes it gently. It makes no noise, and Harry can't help but let out a chuckle despite the knots in his stomach. Sirius grins at him and begins to carefully unwrap the gift.

Harry's legs suddenly feel like treacle tart filling. He lowers himself onto the couch so he doesn't pass out.

The wrapper paper gently falls to the ground, revealing a mound of knit material. Sirius unravels the pile to reveal a rather lumpy, oversized navy blue sweater with a slightly misshapen black dog woven onto the front.

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's heart drops to his stomach. He opens his mouth, desperate to explain away the situation. "It's uh... it's... erm... it's a sweater? I made it?" As if that wasn't fucking obvious, he internally snarls at himself. He shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts. "Yes, I, um, I made it. That's uh... that's Padfoot. On the front of it. I knitted it."

Sirius doesn't say anything.

Harry's words start coming out faster and faster, hoping something comes out that remedies this clusterfuck of an event. "Mrs. Weasley helped me. She sent me instructions. And the patterns? That 's why she was sending me so many letters. I didn't know how to do it. They aren't throwing a party for Ron."

Sirius still doesn't say anything.

Oh fuck! Harry thinks wildly. He's probably livid I lied. Oh fuck fuck fuck. "I'm sorry I lied to you! I just wanted it to be a surprise," he manages to get out. "That's why I was ordering so much through owl post. I had to get the yarn and the needles. And I kept having to order more yarn because I kept getting frustrated and messing up a lot. I didn't want you to know. Until now, that is. Obviously."

Sirius. Still. Doesn't. Say. Anything.

Harry wants to crawl into a hole and die. But for some stupid, idiotic reason, he keeps speaking. "I wasn't sure if you'd like the color? I actually realized that I don't know what your favorite color is. But whenever Mrs. Weasley makes one for me or for the Weasley kids, she usually does our favorite color. Or house colors. But I figured you have lots of things in Gryffindor colors? Like your wand holster. And then I noticed that you wear a lot of navy. So I thought that might be nice."

If Sirius doesn't say anything, Harry just might call the Knight Bus so he can step in front of it. He decides to get everything off of his chest before he has to do so.

"Mrs... uh... Mrs. Weasley made me one," he explains softly. "My first year. And every year after that. It means a lot to me. I think it was probably the first gift I ever got. And it kind of made me feel like part of their family? A little bit at least. So... so I wanted to give you one. Not from her, of course. But from me. So you could feel like a part of... our family?" His sentence embarrassingly ends like a question, so he hastily tacks on, "If you want to, of course."

Sirius finally moves, and Harry shuts his mouth. He gently sets the sweater down on the armchair next to him, walks over to where Harry is sitting, and pulls him up into the tightest, fiercest hug Harry has ever experienced.

Neither say anything for a few moments. Until Harry can't deal with not being able to breathe and squeaks out, "Uh? Sirius? I can't really inhale."

Sirius releases him quickly and takes a step back. "Sorry."

Harry feels awkward again. He clears his throat, hoping to fill the silence with something. "I hope you like it. But I know it's not done very well. So I can take it apart if you'd rather that. The shop said they'd take the yarn back as long as it wasn't too worn."

Sirius' head snaps up. "What? Harry, my love, I don't not like it. I love it."

Harry's mouth goes dry. "What?"

Sirius gives him a small smile. His eyes look suspiciously glassy. "Harry. You made this for me. You made this for me! It's my favorite color, and it's got me on it! Of course I love it. Not just because you took the time and the effort to make something for me. Because, my goodness, how do you even start with something like this? It must have taken you ages. But also because, well, you said it yourself. I mean, I already felt like part of the same family with the whole adoption bit and knowing you since you were a baby and whatnot, but it's always nice to know you feel the same. And I'm so honored to be a part of your family. Always will be. You have to know that, alright?" Sirius presses their foreheads together. "Alright?"

Harry nods, feeling a little something catch in his throat. He nods.

"Thank you for my gift," Sirius says softly. "I love it. No talk about talking it apart. I'll be proper mad if you do, you hear me?"

Harry nods again. Sirius releases him. He grabs the sweater from the armchair and pulls it over his head. The hem is uneven and the dog looks more like a cat once the sweater settles on his body, but Sirius only looks down at it and grins.

"Now come on, it's your turn to open presents. I don't think any of mine are as good as a handmade sweater, but I hope you like them anyway. And that's got me thinking, we ought to do a Christmas card no? Especially now that I've got a nice sweater on. Mrs. Weasley might tear up at the sight of a photo of the two us. Come on, come on, pick a present."

Harry rolls his eyes without any real heat behind the action. And he doesn't say anything later when he feels a burst of pride when he sees the photo they take in front of the Christmas tree that afternoon, Sirius wearing the sweater with the biggest, proudest smile Harry has ever seen.

He just bottles the feeling and hopes to remember it forever.

[strawbs-screaming]

☆ how the boxers react to being flirted with ☆

Sorry for dissapearing (again), i was busy damaging my hearing, enjoy my woobification teehee

Glass Joe

- Really depends on how you flirt with him, if its poetic or really straightforward hes gonna turn into a tomato

- hes not giggling, its just your imagination nuh uh

- he def rolls in bed like a rotisserie chicken while thinking about ur pick up line

- hes gonna try to flirt back until its just a competition of who blushes the hardest

Von Kaiser

- actual jaw drop from him, the more poetic the better

- in shock, his brain literally turns off

- has to check his pulse because GODDAMN his heart is beating harder than usual (You may have a heart palpitation, kaiser)

- you live rent free in his head now congratulations

Disco Kid

- right back at you, if youre a bit too straightforward he may need to tell you to slow down

- youre getting a response IMMEDIATLY. And i mean it, fresh out of the oven, thrown at you with some sprinkles on top

- giggling while he calls you cute names like sweetie, honey, baby etc etc

King Hippo

- nice try, HES AROACE!! (GET HEADCANONED IDIOT!!)

- he laughs it off while making it clear hes not into you or anyone

- flattered though, appreciates the fact that you were willing to go out of your way to approach him

- if he was not aroace or only ace, he'd just smile, the more poetic you go with him the better you have chance of making him go red

Piston Hondo

- hes suddenly cosplaying a cherry

- loves poetic rizz, will definitely go back at you until both of your flirting attempts sound like two lovers mailing each other in opposite sides of the world while one is at war

- if youre straightforward he just gets flabbergasted, like what do you mean there isnt a build up for it with 20 poems inbetween??

- cant focus rest of the day, hes internally screaming off a mountain

- the sight of you just makes his ability to focus evaporate

- draws and/or writes about you rest of the day

Great Tiger

- if you use something clever you can get a small blush out of him

- if you're the type to go for poetic lines youre gonna need to call 911 because his soul literally vanishes from existence, tiger dont go into the light stay with us PLEASE

- has to have his clones give him flirting advice because his flirting skills are not there (like 80% of my hearing)

- his flirting attempts are just "damn, are you a construction worker?, because you are a building." no matter how much he tries

Bear Hugger

- he makes his reactions clear, literally emotes while you flirt with him

- if youre poetic or straightforward he literally just says "woah"

- he just turns into that one cartoon wolf im not kidding, literal "ohh mama hubba hubba" from this man

- his flirting style is very straightforward, not "hey babygirl" type but "youre so pretty i would leave all my belongings and change my identity if it ment i could hold your hand" type, do you understand??

Don Flamenco

- replies 1.2 seconds after you, he needs to have the last word here (or last rizz in this case)

- literal mirror, the more more straightforward & atrocious your lines are the more straightforward his are going to be until it devolves into both of you sounding down bad, when they go low, he goes lowER

- poetic lines makes him have a heart attack

- its actually possible to fluster him

- unironically says babygirl to anyone hes flirting with when approaching, it doesnt matter how tall, strong or flirty you are, your gender doesnt matter, he can and will call you babygirl, its a gender neutral term for him, corners you while doing it

Aran Ryan

- evil cackling, if you put a organ over his laugh you suddenly get a scooby doo villain, he sounds less like hes flustered and more like hes about to detonate a nuclear bomb

- unhinged lines, ends up getting restraining orders thrown at him

- brings things he finds cool to flirt, ranging from flowers to rocks (he was a evil crow in a past life trust me his left eyebrow told me)

- cartwheels away

Soda Popinski

- maniacal giggling, even if its not THAT good & ridiculously straightforward

- his pick up lines unintentionally sound like god tier shitposts & end up working somehow

- corners you (in the romantic way) if you're really direct

- has the silliest giggle when flustered, literal "hehe" coming from this man that could snap you in half if he wanted to

Bald Bull

- you think the others are bad at handling flirting?? Then you havent seen bald bull because OH MY GOD HES ABOUT TO LITERALLY FLY OFF THE EARTH

- hes actually fairly difficult to fluster but once you find his weak spot hes gone from there

- cannot flirt back, blurts something dumb out like "sorry im all red pretty people make me nauseous"

- he literally goes (> - <) when blushing & covers his face with his hands

- the more direct you are the closer he gets to passing out

- stutters a lot (omg y/n is that you)

- Bull, this is bottom behavior

- people use the most unhinged pick up lines on him, someone once told him "let me milk you."

- his hands automatically go 👉👈 if hes too flustered

Super Macho Man

- Stop boosting his ego please, he may be flustered but youre kinda enabling him

- dumbest pick up lines

- also another unironic "hey babygirl" user

- if he doesnt know what to do he just throws money & valuables, 5000 dollars be upon ye

Mr Sandman

- oh my god he has the sweetest smile ever (if you dont go too straightforward), he doesnt blush a whole lot but he just chuckles a bit

- if youre direct, his jaw also drops like huh??

- his weak spots are poems & small gifts

- a little bit dense but once he gets it he smiles like crazy

- giggling kicking his feet whenever he remembers that

[livelovelaughmiko]

Yandere!stalker x fem!Idol!reader PT.1

ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴏʜ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ . ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ꜱɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜᴇ ᴏʀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏꜰ ᴜɴᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘ?….

As you finally finish the last song you’re supposed to perfom you take a deep breath staring at the over-joyed fans waving their bright glowsticks  around. You smilled at this scenery and waved at the fans saying your goodbyes  walking off the stage and your face dropped into a unfazed expresstion going into your  resting room and sitting on your   chair ,Later on Fixing your make up  incase anything smuged  while performing and taking a sip of water before leaving. when exiting your room seeing your body guard standing outside by the door “Ms.[name] the car is outside“ you  understood skipping to the exit  seeing the car throught the glass window ,your body guard opened the door for you and you walked through it quickly before rushing into the car before any one realized it was you Ms.[Name] one of the biggest idols streaming continuously year after year who became a trainee at the age of 8 years old . You get a call from your mother and decide to pick it up , your mothers half bitter voice gets picked up by the microphone “So,how was your performance,” . You already knew how this would turn out - it’s like every time .repeating.repeating, never changing , yet you still replies the same like in a script “yes mum,it went as normal nothing new“

you imagined a stern umchanging face of your mother holding the phone “well then i’ll be back  in about a month or two .So dont forget your an idol ,i expect no less of you if im here or not“ you mentally roll your eyes quickly agreeing to whatever she says , its not like its different  than the other 842 times  so you decided to quickly end this utterly useless  conversation that happens every show. the car arrives in front of the penthouse  taking your keys out of your bag and opening the door and your eyes pan down to your heels  wanting to them off but a envelope awaits unopened,with your name on it?… you normally get fan mail checked by your company but this once isn’t opened nor has the seal of approval . You still decide to pick it up and then place it down on the table next to you as you flop down on the couch wandering what should you do, this isn’t anything you’ve seen of before nor have you run into something familiar. With your curiosity bitting off each of your limbs you finally decide to open it and to your surprise it had a really pretty letter that surely was lengthy but you had the rest of the day doing nothing so might as well just do something for a change . You read the letter over and over a bit confused on what the sender’s true message was as you where thinking another paper fell out, it was definitely very different than the first paper you read it had almost unreadable scribbles but you could make out a few ,”please notice me” and another one reading as “your mine.”

You felt a lil shiver down your spine yet you also felt something you’d never feel before , but you couldn’t care less. You want more.. no. You need more ,you know something is switching your gears up but you just can’t wrap your finger on it

Yet your admirer truly has his finger wrapped around you already~

Pt.2??

(Edited : AYY I FINALLY HAD THE CORAGE TO RE-CHECK MY OLD WORK SO ITS NOW PROOF-READ TYSM FOR THE LIKES 😭💗..I never knew ppl would even like this)

[st4rboyhere]

Request from @theycallmekittenfr, thank you!!

I’m sorry this is so late!! I completely forgot abt it.

This will also be the last obey me post I’ll be doing for a while, I’ll be moving onto some other things I promised myself I would write.

this is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written.

The brothers thoughts while mc is in the human world!

This has smut, suggested masturbation, (Levi and Belphine have actual masturbation) nude sending, pantie stealing,

Lucifer

He suddenly has business in the human world.

So to save you both the trouble of leaving separately you two should go together.

None of his brothers, no distractions, just the two of you.

That sounds like a absolute dream.

And how dare you leave WITHOUT HIM?

He’s frustrated that you could do such a thing to him.

He immediately grabs his D.D.D and calls you, slamming it and almost breaking his phone when you don’t pick up and your voice mail plays with that beautiful voice he fell in love with and- AUGH

He makes it his top priority to ignore his phone and get his work done, trying not to care about the way you BETRAYED HIM, yet he can’t stop thinking about you.

He grabs his phone, quickly sending you a text that he deserves a proper apology when you get back.

He sets his phone down and continues the rest of his day with gritting teeth, it doesn’t help that his brothers seem almost as hurt as him, if not more by your sudden leave with no warning.

He leaves his brothers to themselves, not even trying to argue with mammon about how lazy he was being, the house never felt this empty before. His phone vibrates in his pocket, a text from you.

Fist clenching, he goes to his room, siting on his bed and looking at what you sent him.

His face flush’s at what you sent him, hand covering his eyes as he puts his phone down the opposite way.

How could you send him something like that?

A picture of your chest captioned,

Why cant I apologize now?

He grabbed the hem of his pants, tugging upwards and moaning at the feeling of the cloth against his hard-on.

Oh how he wished you were here.

Mammon

What made you think you were going alone?

Hes obviously coming with you? I mean you know that right? He’s your first man which means he’s gotta protect you! You should never go alone or even worse, with one of his brothers.

So imagine how betrayed he felt when you went alone to the human world?!

how could you? Honestly that was so messed up and he’s never gonna forgive you. He's sending you a shit load of messages about how he’s so upset at you.

You’re probably gonna have at least 500 missed calls too.

Tears run down his face as he cuddles your pillow, relishing in the scent you left behind.

He scrolls through his phone, looking at photos of you two together like you were never gonna come back again.

His phone falls on his face when he gets a FaceTime call from you, quickly wiping his tears and accepting your call.

Before you can speak he’s screaming about how unfair you are and how he hates you.

When he looks back down at his phone he’s realizes you hanged up and now he hates himself. He texts you many apologies, tears now falling down his face once again.

His phone slips out his hand again when you message him.

Im gonna be gone for a while but I can think of a way to make it up to you ;)

Mammon stares at the screen, sweating and trying to figure out just why you mean.

Fine. Make it up to me

He waits a few minutes.

Nothing.

He sets his phone down and sighs, closing his eyes to rest, snuggling into your pillow.

A few hours later he wakes up to a message from you, eyes groggy and not being able to see so it takes him a while to realize the picture is of your chest.

He squeals and drop the phone again on his face, squeezing his legs which squeeze his growing erection.

It’s gonna be difficult without you here.

Levi

I'm sorry but a much as I love him, I don't think Levi would care much.

Or maybe he just doesn’t even here you say bye cause he’s to into his hentai anime he’s watching.

He only notices you’ve left when he search’s for you to spend time with you or tell you about the newest rui-Chan figure.

He ask Beel he just pouts and looks away from him.

When he realizes you’re not here he locks himself back up into his room, getting in his phone and texting you all about the rui-Chan figure that’s glow in the dark.

That’s so amazing levi!

God he loves how supportive you are of him.

So what you doing in the human world? Must be boring, huh?

Actually I’m eating at all the places I loved during my childhood, don’t tell Beel that though, haha.

Oh that’s cool.

So when are you coming back?

I’m not too sure. Oh I have to go, bye Levi.

Bye

He lays his phone of his stomach, sighing and thinking of what to do. He’d much rather be with you then play a game.

Deciding on just watching a romance anime to remind himself of you, he puts on his headphones and turn on the computer, sounds of pornograpic moans filling his ears as he try’s to click off, forgetting about what he was doing earlier before he thought about looking for you.

Eventually he’s able to get off the site, sighing and throwing his head back at the feeling of his tightening pants.

He dosent waste any time in sliding his pants down, not bothering to left them get passed his knees before sliding his boxers down and taking his penis in his hand, thumb rubbing the slit as he imagined your fingers replacing his.

He wanted you so bad.

Satan

To be honest you forgot to tell him.

So he goes around asking his brothers if they’ve seen you, none of them answering and mammon just bursted into tears when he asked.

He has to shake mammon out of his sadness with a harsh slap and still didn’t understand what mammon was saying cause he just babbled.

He makes out from mammons sobs that your in the human world seeing family and friends.

He’s not too upset and he enjoys the house being quiet for once so that he can read in peace but it does feel empty without you.

He can’t help but read a book you two were reading together, flipping through the pages and imagining your reactions to it, bringing a warm smile to his face.

He gets to a particular dirty part, the very reason who chose this book to read with you.

The way you would gasp and your face would turn red, shaming her for his book choice and violently rub against us growing bulge.

Shit he’s hard.

(Sorry this one was short, this was the one keeping me from posting this cause it’s so bad)

Asmo

Don’t write for him.

Beel

He was so confused when he woke up to you gone.

When you told him you were going to go see some of your friends he asked in the most polite way ever if he could tag along, a big smile on his face.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him you wanted to go alone so you left early in the morning.

He got so scared that you had disappeared he started sobbing.

He eventually finds out from Lucifer that you went ok your trip already.

He just wanders around the house, eating things, cleaning things, he likes the quiet a little too much but he would have perfered to spend it with you.

He goes to your room, ignoring mammon sobbing on your bed and going through your drawers.

He grabs your panties- AND NO I AM NOT SORRY, FOREVER IN MY EYES WILL BEEL IS A PERVERT AND IM NOT SORRY ABOUT THAT. HE IS A PANTIE STEALER AND SADNESS HEALER AND THAT WILL NEVER CHANGE- running out of your room and into his quickly.

Before he could take his zipper all the way down, his cock sprung out, hard and pre-cum all ready rushing down his tip just like his saliva on his jaw.

Oh this would be fun.

Belphie

Ok bye?

He really doesn't care.

But just like levi, hes eventually gonna miss you.

Since you came to devildom, he hasn’t been able to sleep without you next to him, holding onto him tight like you were never gonna let go.

He groaned as he opened his eyes again, being met with sunlight, instead he hoped for you, maybe coming back early, embracing him, running your fingers through his hair, shoving your fingers down his mouth and calling him a bratty slut, kissing his lips and giggling in between them.

He would text you but he doesn’t have the energy to get up or call someone to bring it to him.

He would love if you would yell at him him for being so lazy.

He thinks about the way you would coo, placing your hand on his pants and teasing him about getting so hard, twisting his nipples and licking them clean of his cum.

“Such a small dick,” he imagined you saying, smacking it and causing him to cum while embarrassment spreads to his cheeks at his nasty, perverted thoughts.

masterlist

[rose-smoke]

for nischa agere: vent regression/struggling to regress? Revealing regression and the first time one of them takes care of the other? Gingerbread house building and decorating? A birthday party just the two of them? Going to the park? Or trying to go to an amusement park and one of them regresses from the trauma? Bedtime?

Im thinking agere!noel and cg!mischa but the other way around is awesome too! Ooo or theyre both flips? Up to you!

Also i gave a lot of options but please do not feel obligated to do all or any of these, theyre just suggestions you can do if youd like, or combine them! Everything from here is your call

I can't not tell you how excited I got when I saw this (kicking legs and giggling excited) so anyway😍

Title: french snore mode activated

Regressor: noel

Cg: mischa

One day, noel asked mischa if he could come over for a sleepover just randomly and mischa said yes :D

It is now the sleepover day!! Noels so nervous he might throw up, but he has teddy bear to keep him safe, did I mention noel age regresses? Well he does and now he's scared if he does he'll be an embarrassment, so noel hides all his toys and makes sure his pacifier and other agere supplies are hidden well. Noel then hears a knock on the front door and quite literally sprints like a demon on meth to the door and opens it, but it's just the delivery man "hi sir, I have a package for gay boy?" the mail man said in a thick ukrainian accent, trying not to laugh as noel realised- "mischa you're so annoying when you dress like that to prank people" noel groaned as he pulled mischa up to his room and pushed him on the bed "noel, no need to be like that, you don't wanna be wack right?" (Im sorry i have no idea how to write mischas slang or whatever you call it so mischa shall be cringe 💀💀💀) mischa said as he pulled noel down with him and ruffled his hair "mischa stop i just styled my hair" noel complained as he pushed mischas hand away.

After a while of doing stuff, it was night time and noel wanted mischa to fall asleep first because...well noel felt like he was regressing and if mischa fell asleep first then he could regress no stress, now mischa knew noel regresses because noel accidentally regressed at his house one time and  it was fine but noel still didn't really trust regressing near anyone just yet. After a few minutes, mischa was texting talia and noel was fighting the urge to regress, mischa looked up and walked over to noel "noel, dude you good?" He asked seeming concerned, he pulled noel into a hug and noel just sighed "im fine mi'cha...just tired.." he said slurring some of his words, which mischa knew were meaning he was regressing "monbon you sure?" Mischa asked and tried not to laugh as he saw noel get embarrassed at the nickname "..why dat na'e?.." he asked "because its cute little dude" noel got more embarrassed "no wittle" he pouted as mischa picked him up "what does my cutie need hm?" He cooed as noel pointed to a drawer, so mischs opened it and saw all of noels agere stuff so he grabbed a pacifier "say ahh" "ahh" noel opened his mouth and mischa put the pacifier in and hands noel his plushie as mischa lays on the bed and cuddles noel to sleep.

(I gave up in the end)

[almightyellie]

just like a movie

in which rooster bradshaw has it bad, and there are a few tell-tale signs. or five ways that bradley bradshaw shows that he loves you.

author says friends......im in my tgm era. this is all just sweet n soft and daydreamy. loose inspo here and also here

word count: 2.8k

title song: just like a movie // wallows

01.

rooster bradshaw is the kind of man they write romance novels about.

maybe not the adventurous, hit-the-ground-running kind of romance hero you were so used to. no, your rooster is the strong and steady. he’s careful and kind, sweet and hardworking and dependable. he’s doting, maybe slightly desperately so. his adoration for you is entirely unabashed and every new text, bouquet of flowers, and compliment has you a little more obsessed with him. it’s only been a few weeks since you met through a friend of a friend; your friends had failed you on the blind date front more than a few times. your hopes are low by default. that was, until rooster came in and swept you off your feet so quickly that you felt a headrush.

rooster bradshaw hasn’t been so infatuated with a girl since he was in high school. it should be annoying. it should be frustrating that you’re all he can think of—he's an adult, for god’s sake, but he gets a rush from it all. something about you so perfectly compliments him. as far as he knows, you two are the perfect pair, and every interaction the two of you have only cements the idea in his mind.

you mentioned the book on your second date—maybe your third, he can’t remember. no, it isn’t anything he would read on his own, but he has to admit that it is fascinating. he keeps it on his bedside table, though he finished it only days after he received it in the mail. he keeps meaning to talk to you about it, but something keeps the information inside. maybe it’s that he’s forgetful. more likely, maybe it’s how bashful he feels. rooster’s not one to be embarrassed; no, he was raised to say what he meant and look confident while he did it, but it’s a little pathetic that an off-handed comment from you convinced rooster to spend fifteen dollars and a couple days off reading a book that he would normally have little interest in.

so sure, rooster will bring it up to you one day, probably. but for now he enjoys that he knows you a little better, that he’s unearthed another piece of the puzzle that makes you who you are. it’s enough for him.

on a rainy day in which the two of you were supposed to go to the beach, you instead end up curled up on his couch. it’s much more common that you two spend time at your place, but you love spending time in rooster’s home. it’s so perfectly him; clean but still lived in, warm with pictures covering the walls.

when rooster jumps up to open the door for takeout, you glance at your phone and frown. “hey, can i use your charger?”

he throws a look over his shoulder, and the sight of him makes you smile smally. his sweatpants are paper-thin, so clearly loved over many years, and the t-shirt stretched across his shoulders makes him look so…domestic. “of course,” he answers easily, pointing at the door off the kitchen. “s’in the bedroom.”

you listen as he genially greets the delivery person, taken by just how perfect he seems. taken by how easily you can picture yourself living this day over and over and over again. 

just when you think the day is too idealistic, you reach for the phone charger plugged in next to his bed and habitually read the title of the book on his nightstand. surprised, your brows pinch. when you pick up the book and run a finger across the blurb on the back, you hear the front door close. had he gotten this because of you? 

the very idea makes you a little giddy.

you pad back into the living room, phone charger in one hand and book in the other. the plastic bag the food was delivered in rustles as rooster begins pulling everything out, humming lowly to himself. “roos, when did you get this?” you ask, and he looks up at you, hands not stilling. they do, however, slow slightly when he catches sight of the book you hold up.

casually, he shrugs, but the flush that grazes the tips of his ears tells you everything you need to know. “a few weeks ago.” his heart begins to quicken when you don’t answer, so he straightens up to look you in the eye. “you said you liked it.”

“yeah,” you murmur. “i do.”

wiping his hands on his sweatpants, he makes his way over to you and wraps an arm around your waist. “i thought it was pretty good. a little out of my wheelhouse maybe, but…”

adoration shoots up through your body so quickly that it knocks every other emotion out of its way. he sees it in the way your eyes soften and the corners of your mouth turn down. he leans to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, but you turn just in time to give him a real kiss. one of your arms wraps around his neck, keeping him close to you while you fawn over him; rooster wonders how he ever could have been so silly, trying to hide such a thing from you. he should have known this would be your reaction. he should have known it would only make things better. 

pulling away, you press a kiss to the scars on his chin. “you are so whipped for me.”

with a roll of his eyes, he backs you up onto the couch. both the charger and the book fall from your hands when you giggle. “oh, is that what you think?” he asks, eyes glinting with mischief. you both know the answer is a resounding yes, but then his fingertips are slipping under the waistband of your own sweatpants and you fail to answer.

02. 

rooster is one for details. it shouldn’t surprise you so much; he’s a military man, after all. his entire life is dedicated to paying attention to such small details, to ensuring that he has every little bit of information he can get. 

you just say things. you always had; none of your past partners had taken such an interest in little things like that, like your favorite book or your order at the cafe down the street or what color you liked them in. you never expect for any of these escaped thoughts to take root in bradley’s mind. he takes your every word as gospel. 

it’s impossible to you that he keeps all these details straight; that you like him in blue or you hate radicchio in your salads or which of your coworkers you’re pissed off at. he does, though, whether you expect him to or not.

he’s turning into a walking rolodex of your likes and dislikes, of your preferences and your pet peeves, of your hopes and fears. faster than anyone ever has, it seems, rooster is growing to know you. every single bit of you, good and bad.

“i like you in blue,” you said softly, brushing the collar of his shirt gently. it’s tucked away in his mind, another little tidbit. he swears he won’t forget it. he knows he won’t, really, because you look at him with the sweetest smile right after you say it, like you’re cataloging this moment the same way he is.

it’s why, when he knows you’ve had a bad day, he wears blue when he shows up at your door. your lips turn down when you see him, eyes puffy from tears. you’re thrilled to see him, even though you told him not to waste his night on watching you cry. the tears welling in your eyes and the noticeable frown growing on your lips is due entirely to relief. you had thought you wanted to be alone. you thought you wanted to wallow in your misery without subjecting rooster to your ranting and your sobbing and your frustrations. you had thought these things before rooster showed up, and you realized that all you wanted was him.

he knew you better. he always did.

03..

“i’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day!” he belts heartily, and you giggle, leaning into the passenger side door to escape him when he grabs for you. it’s a futile effort, of course, half because he’s so big that he could grab you from the backseat if he needed to, but also because you don’t actually want to get away from him. “when it’s cold outside, i’ve got the month of may.” he turns to you, grabbing for you once more and successfully catching your hand in his. “c’mon, baby, sing with me.”

you don’t think you’ll ever get used to him. with a roll of your eyes and a flutter of your stomach, you give in. “i guess you’d say, what can make me feel this way?”

“my girl!”

“my god,” you laugh only half as loudly as he sings, and he grins at you, kissing your knuckles. 

he’s a serenader, which you actually should have expected. rooster bradshaw is not a man of many words. 

rather, rooster has a lot to say, though whether or not the words are right is impossible to say. vulnerability is a rarity and you can tell that it’s frustrating for him, because fuck, bradley loves you. and all he wants in the world is to figure out a way to tell you just how much; he wants you to know that every time you look at him it feels like he’s been punched in the chest, and every time you laugh he feels like this, you are what he’s been waiting for his entire life. you’re the girl he yearned for when he got his heart broken for the first time, and the woman his mother told him would find him. there’s no eloquent way for him to tell you that it feels like every step he’s ever taken has led him directly to you. every half-smile you afford him makes him feel a little more whole. 

he just can’t find the words, and until he does, he’ll use someone else’s.

if he was a more worldly man, he might use poetry. maybe something from one of those classic novels of his mother’s that have been sitting untouched on his shelf since she passed. it’s not true to him, though, to give you words from brontë or wilde or austen. he doesn’t know much when it comes to classic literature, but music? rooster knows music.

the beach boys, michael bolton, maybe a little too much peter cetera, and you’ve never met someone with so much taylor swift in their repertoire (“babe, it’s not my fault she knows the perfect formula for a love song”). it used to make you bashful, which he adored, but he likes it better now that you sing along with him, basking in his attention. his mother, ever a hopeless romantic, had adored every love song ever written, which means that rooster is well-versed. you don’t know that you’ve gone a day since meeting rooster without hearing a love song in some capacity, whether he’s screaming in the car or murmuring lyrics in the kitchen, sending you spotify links or humming in your ear. 

leaning his elbow on the console, he presses your knuckles to his cheekbone and you ignore the violent flutter that rages inside of you. how many months, you wonder, will you be together before he stops leaving you speechless? how long until you stop feeling a rush of adrenaline every time you see him? how long until he looks at you with those pretty brown eyes and you aren’t speechless?

the temptations fade out and “first day of my life” starts. bradley grins and begins tapping the rhythm against your hand with his thumb. the two of you listen in silence for a moment, and bradley almost makes it to the end of the song before he starts singing along. you look over at him, admiring the way the sun hits him just so, shining through his sunglasses and glinting off his watch. 

he glances over at you, the bronco rolling to a stop. “i mean i really think you like me,” he sings along, and it’s your turn to kiss his knuckles. 

“i love you, bradley,” you assure him quietly.

he beams.

04. 

you’re on the couch when bradley trudges into your apartment with nothing but an unhappy little groan, and you close your book softly. “hey, how was work?” the question is more of a formality, really, because just the way he carries himself is enough to let you know that it hasn’t been a good day.

he grunts in response, kicking off his boots and shrugging off his jacket. you frown, moving to stand, but he shakes his head. “no, stay there.”

he’s not prone to bad days. sure, he’s a little angsty sometimes, but who isn't? he isn’t one to let a bad moment ruin his entire day; it must have been one thing after another for him to be so visibly upset. “do you want to talk about it?”

“no,” he responds softly. “i just want to be with you.”

you feel yourself melt a little, and you nod. bradley forces your body right to the arm of the couch, his body overtaking the rest of the cushions when he puts his head in your lap. the idea of him having a bad day kills you, but you love it when he’s needy like this. when he grabs onto you and won’t let go, keeping you tucked into his side until he feels better.

his cheek is warm against your thigh and he reaches up to grab your hand, placing it in his hair himself. “clingy,” you murmur, beginning to scratch his scalp softly.

“you’re clingy,” he returns lazily.

“okay, buddy.”

he tells you stories, sometimes, about his childhood, about his mother. they were inseparable. after his father passed, bradley had no choice but to be his mother’s boy, and he had adored her. on bad days, he had done exactly this. had laid his head in her lap and listened to her sing or talk about her day or watched her soaps.

and you’re sure he doesn’t remember telling you those stories, but you do. how could you ever forget? how could you forget that this vulnerability, this closeness, is something that he’s only shared with a woman he holds in such high esteem—a woman he spoke about constantly, one who he so clearly loved—and you? 

in the years since his mother had passed, bradley had endured a great deal of bad days on his own. he had ignored the pleas of previous partners to let them lighten his load. you’re the only one since her that he had trusted enough to comfort him. your bradley, as emotionally intelligent as he might be, might never understand how much it means to you. you don’t need him to. it’s enough for you that he wants you, too.

05. 

rooster slips from the bed, the sun only just breaking over the horizon, and he watches the minute pinch of your brows when the bed shifts. in the few months since you two have been living together, you’ve grown used to him waking so early. it’s rare that he wakes you anymore. 

he raises his palms to the sky in a long stretch as he rounds the bed. it’s habitual, now, to straighten everything up when he wakes. “b?” you ask, voice raspy, and his head lifts, searching for your eyes in the dusky morning light. 

“go back to sleep, baby,” he murmurs quietly. he grabs the blankets that you’ve kicked off throughout the night, pulling them back over your legs and tucking you in.

sleepily, you reach for him, and your drowsy fingers grasp his wrist. “love you.”

his heart trips over itself at your half-conscious reassurance. he leans to kiss your temple tenderly, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. “i love you more.”

you grunt disapprovingly, already pulled back under consciousness, and he chuckles quietly. bradley is truly defenseless against the violent waves of adoration that crash against him. you’re a little competitive even when you’re asleep—unrelentingly adoring and affectionate as ever. you are, as much as ever, his sweetheart. soft even when you’re fighting, kind even when you’re unhappy. he loves you more than ever, the other half of his perfect pair. 

as for you…you love him for different reasons each night. sometimes because he’s sweet and sometimes because he’s strong. sometimes because he cooks dinner and does the dishes. you love him in the mornings when he gets ready quietly so as not to disturb you, and you love him in the afternoons when he sends you texts during his lunch. you love when he kisses your forehead and presses his palm to the nape of your neck to remind you that he’s there. you love him when he smiles and when he frowns and when he laughs.

every single day, you love him because he’s bradley, and that’s plenty good enough for you.

[tyxoxo]

One Night Only - II.

ch. 1 , ch. 3, m.list

Jeno x fem!reader series

Genre: slow burn, fuckboy!jeno, enemies to lovers/hate fucking fwb! bookstore jeno → model jeno au, 00’ dream + mark + jun (seventeen) character inserts

Words: 3.1k

(future) Warnings: pure filth, jeno is mean, cocky, stubborn, this relationship is extremely toxic (i dont condone, this is pure fiction), unprotected sex, choking, slapping, degrading, spitting, dumbification, dacryphilia, oral (f and m receiving), cum play, envy, mdni!

a/n: idk if its just me but this feels rushed im all about the smutty smut ㅠㅠ

Chapter 2

“Uhm…excuse me?” Mark’s frenzied voice pierced through your ears. You had only just met him a week prior during your interview but nothing could have prepared you for underestimating his authority. It made you feel better knowing that even though he wasn’t red-blooded like this asshole who seemed repulsed by your presence, atleast he stood up for you.

You heard the words: “Fucking fantastic…”

It immediately made you feel nauseous. You were just about to bow from being introduced but once he opened his mouth, a siren rang in your brain. He was ugly on the inside, you knew that now.

There was an awkward silence that followed, causing your hands to sweat profusely. You would just have to hang your head in shame.

You weren’t sure what was said next as your mind was still whirling from the last 2-minutes. Your eyes widened when you noticed a pair of shoes step into your view. You raised your head slowly, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was. You glanced at his name tag handwritten in an untidy fashion: “Renjun :)”

You exhaled in relief.

“Hello, my name is Renjun. I hope you enjoy your time working with us.” His voice was so gentle, so calming. He bowed in front of you to which you returned the gesture.

“Thank you.” Your voice was shaky but you needed to hold it together for the sake of your first day.

“Mark, is it okay if I show her around? I don’t mind.” Renjun looked over to his manager who was standing tongue-in-cheek; obviously bothered by his ill-mannered employee.

“That would be great actually. While you do that, I’ll have a talk with Jeno…excuse us. Also Jun can you take over the register for a minute?” Mark bowed to you before motioning his head towards Jeno. An usual name to go with an usual attitude.

“Okay, so let’s start with the back of the store!” Renjun began leading the way while Jeno, Mark, and Jun walked off together towards the front. You followed closely behind, hoping Renjun could explain what his coworker’s problem was.

“So in the back is where we have our round tables for people to sit down, read, study, etcetera. Mark is hoping in the next year or so to add a small computer lab for those that don’t have their own laptops. Over in the corner is our storage room. This is where we keep deliveries, packages, mail, cleaning supplies.”

You nodded at every detail he provided, all the while appreciating his enthusiasm. He seemed sweet.

“I can show you where our restroom is. It’s unisex but it has a lock which is nice.” The two of you walked to where it was situated next to the storage room.

“By the way, I am sorry about my friend Jeno. He’s having a rough day, not sure why.”

Something told you that he knew why, but it was best to not know.

“Yeah that was shitty. But I appreciate your concern.” You spoke freely, disregarding your formality.

“Any time. We’re all easy going here and Mark is super chill.”

Both of your heads swung towards the front when the doorbell chimed, signaling another walk-in.

“Around noon is when it starts to pick up but I can still show you everything else. Customers are usually self-sufficient here.”

“Sounds great. I’ll follow you.”

~

You had already formed your judgement of your 3 coworkers within the remaining 3 hours of your shift:

Renjun was welcoming.

Jun was approachable.

Jeno was a dick.

It was that simple.

You had no choice but to follow them around to learn the odds and ends of your new job. But every question you asked Renjun or Jun, Jeno had some sly remark or smack of his lips. Even if it was under his breath, you could still hear him clearly.

It was starting to get unbearable. How could Mark hire someone like him?

“So like this, right?” You asked while holding up index cards that you just laminated. Mark had given everyone the duty of picking their top 3 favorite books, and writing a reason why the customer should give it a read. You agreed that handwritten recommendations were an endearing way to get people’s attention.

You were curious if Jeno actually even read in his free time. He didn’t seem like the type.

“Yeah it looks good! All you need now is the double sided tape so you can attach them to the shelves.” Renjun said as he was laminating his own index cards. Of course, the roll of tape was nearest to Jeno who was 3 seats away, writing his own notes.

It was such a shame that he had such nice handwriting. You didn’t want to admit it.

“Jeno, can you pass me the tape please?” You asked while gathering your cards. It was now a test of how immature he could possibly be…over a roll of tape.

There was no movement. He kept writing, with his dip pen bleeding through the card from his heavy hand.

“Jeno.”

The way his name sounded on your lips somewhat disgusted you. Now was not the time for him to play childish.

“Didn’t hear you.” He spoke curtly, tossing the roll into your chest without even looking up from the table.

“Bullshit.”

All he could do was sneer at your comment. Jun walked to your side and helped rip off a few pieces.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Good choices of books by the way. Jeno over there just looks up book summaries online.” Jun’s smile made your mood lighten up a bit. It felt nice to get some back up from him and Renjun.

“How’s it going over here so far?” Mark appeared next to you after closing the register for the day.

“Good. I just finished putting my cards on the shelves. My penmanship isn’t the best so hopefully it’s readable.” You said while gathering the blank index cards to put back in the holder.

“I’m sure it’s fine! How about you guys head out a bit early and enjoy the rest of your weekend. Remember, 11am Monday!”

Jeno caused a loud screech from pushing back his chair and walking briskly towards the exit, not even bothering to say goodbye. Renjun followed behind, having already cleaned up Jeno’s mess within a few seconds.

“Nice meeting you!” Renjun turned his back and waved at you, tripping over the door frame and into Jeno’s back in the process. From what you could see, Jeno barely budged from Renjun’s clumsiness.

~

It felt so discouraging to know that your first day at work would’ve gone fine if it wasn’t for Jeno.

You decided to let it go, there was no use in dwelling on it. You were off tomorrow and that was enough to put you back in good spirits.

Plus, Monday could be better, right?

You were dead wrong. Mark sent texts out to everyone stating that he would be out sick from a cold. Luckily, Renjun was already entrusted with a spare key for situations like this.

Sadly, this also meant it gave Jeno free reign to say what he wanted. He was a shallow pool with few surprises.

“What happened to biting me back?” Jeno glanced over at you with a smirk as the two of you reorganized the shelves. He had already rolled his eyes a few times at your lack of coordination, disregarding the fact that it was only your second day.

At first you didn’t even want to respond but it was only 12pm and there was going to be some point that you had to acknowledge his existence. Considering he seemed less brash today, you could maybe see yourself holding a civil conversation with him.

“What do you mean?”

You kept your eyes forward, scanning for the next book to place in alphabetical order.

“You were tough shit on Saturday. Why so quiet now? I was having fun.”

You couldn't help but contort your face into a dumbfounded expression. He was having fun? What, being an ass?

“I was just sticking up for myself, but now I’m just going to ignore you. You’re not worth my time.”

“I am worth every bit of your time, it’s just up to you to deal with it.” He stepped closer to you but as luck would have it, you were done with your share of organizing the books.

It took everything you had to not say a quick “fuck you.” You just knew he would have a conceited response. If this was his attempt at flirting, this was going to be miserable no matter how attractive he was.

You left Jeno alone in the aisle and walked up to a customer that was searching for assistance.

Unbeknownst to you, Jeno snarled behind your back. You were every bit of plain to him, but the fact that you weren’t giving him the attention he wanted, faced him with a challenge. He wanted to see just how easy he could make a second-rate girl crumble beneath him.

~

“I’m gonna go eat and when I’m done, I'll take over the register.” Jeno said to Renjun as he placed his nametag in his pocket and walked out the door. Ordering from a restaurant would’ve taken too much time out of his break so he opted for a lunch box at the nearest convenience store. He didn’t have as big of an appetite today so he would just let Renjun have the rest.

He still had so much left to go on his shift. Another 5 hours of dealing with annoying customers, and a bitch that seemed too entitled. He felt like a prisoner. You never had anything remarkable to say but Jun and Renjun seemed to think you were magnetic. You never really talked at all. It felt unnatural of him to actually recall your name. It made him shudder at the thought.

As soon as he sat down in the outdoor benches placed near the store, his phone buzzed. It couldn’t have been a new hookup, he’d been shit out of luck for the past week.

2:05pm

[jaemin]: how’s the new girl, is she hot? 👀👀

[jeno]: pfft, no

[haechan]: whats her ig? i wanna see

[jeno]: idk and i don’t even think it’s worth knowing honestly

[jaemin]: let me guess, nono’s mad that she’s not paying attention to him 😈

[haechan]: yeah she’s not easy is she

[jeno]: nope

[haechan]: then she’s definitely hot, i need to meet her

[jeno]: fuck off, i’m trying to eat lunch

Jeno chewed with such grimace, upset at the fact his friends saw right through him. The food wasn’t that tasty either but at least it was cheap.

To Jeno’s dismay, his lunch break was going to be over soon. He huffed in annoyance while sealing the box and placing it back in the plastic bag. Atleast he could enjoy the fresh air once more while he walked. By the time his shift was over, it was going to be glum and dark.

~

“Do you want this? I wasn’t that hungry.��� Jeno asked as he swung the bag over the counter, not even caring that it could’ve spilled.

“Yeah, I’ll be back. I think I'd rather have Jun at the register instead of you though.” Renjun teased as he stepped down and walked around towards the exit with his lunch in hand, the two of them switching places.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jeno actually smiled for once. Renjun mentally noted that fact.

“I am in charge y’know?” Renjun exited and began walking the same route that Jeno took, most likely going to the same benches situated at the convenience store.

Jeno immediately scanned the store for you. With it not being busy for a Monday, he found you with ease; crouched down, dusting the bottom bookshelves in the science-fiction section.

“Hey dude you okay?”

Jeno hadn’t even noticed that Jun walked up the counter, hunched over with a paper plane in his hands.

“Yeah, why?” Jeno immediately took his eyes from your backside and directed his attention to Jun.

“You’ve been looking a little mad lately.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“What did she even do to you? Go fuck someone and get over it.” Jun was just as aware as Haechan and Jaemin.

“Whatever.” Jeno scoffed before looking down at the register, using the stylus to scribble nonsense on the screen. He didn’t appreciate being an open book.

Jun remained slouched over the counter without adding on to the conversation. During the silence, Jeno thought of an idea.

“Hey, can you take over for a minute?” Jeno asked as he slammed his palm on the counter to get his attention.

“What are you about to do?” Jun’s eyes followed Jeno as he walked around to the outside of the counter with a smug grin on his face.

Jeno ignored his question. He would be able to see perfectly from his position at the register.

You were still dusting the bottom bookshelf when you felt a presence behind you. Assuming it was just a customer, you continued swiping the wand across the mahogany shelf.

But the smell of a familiar cologne entered your nose and you recognized it as Jeno’s.

As soon as you turned your head to the left, you were met with his groin perfectly level with your face. Your eyes immediately scanned up his body to see him reaching up on the top shelf to grab a book.

The way his veins popped along his outstretched forearm made you gulp. Thankfully, the sound of people typing at their laptops drowned you out.

“Can you back up?” Yet again you were trying to hide the shakiness in your voice. It wasn’t easy concealing embarrassment when there was dick in your face.

“So I can’t even grab a book? Get over yourself.” Jeno paused mid-grab, looking down at you like you were a miniscule creature.

You covered your eyes and rose up off the ground, making sure you didn’t meet eyes with him in the process.

“I’ll be glad when Mark comes back.” You muttered under your breath as you went around north to dust in the next aisle.

“Why? So he can save you from me? Please.”

It was as if you could hear the shrug in his shoulders at his “please.” You continued on, trying to ignore the fact he walked around to be next to you again.

You felt him lower his head to your height, with his lips a mere centimeters away from your ear.

“How come you don’t ever look at me?” You felt your body go into shock at hearing him whisper.

“Jeno! Who’s covering the register?”

You jumped when you heard a smack atop Jeno’s shoulder.

Renjun was back from his lunch already, thank God.

“Jun is! And stop fucking hitting me before I smack the shit out of you.” Jeno turned his head to the right to talk to Renjun with gritted teeth.

“Well he’s not there!”

This was your cue to slip away unnoticed. It was your turn for lunch anyways.

It felt nice to get some fresh air outside. The slight smell of rain mixed with the gasoline coming from the convenience store was oddly pleasant. You didn’t mind eating here since Renjun suggested it but you were definitely going to find a different lunch spot in the future. Something with more greenery instead of a busy intersection with honking cars.

You didn’t know if it was too soon to talk to Mark about Jeno…it was only your second day. It baffled you that Jeno and Renjun were that close too. They seemed to travel to and from work together, maybe even lived together. What did sweet, little Renjun see in Jeno? All you saw was a tense, egotistical, manchild.

~

10:30am

“Renjun?” Jeno called out from outside his bedroom. There had been no sight of him yet and they were going to be late to work.

Usually he was the one dragging Jeno out of bed in the morning. But for some reason it was too quiet: no foot shuffling, no clacking of dishes, no gargling from mouthwash.

“Renjun! Get up, we're gonna be late!” Jeno barged into his room. Renjun’s blackout curtains prevented Jeno from seeing if he was still asleep or just dead. But judging by the sound of his unusually loud snoring, he probably wasn’t feeling well.

“Renjun.” Jeno shook him quite hard, causing him to stir and swat at his hand.

Jeno drew his hand back once he was able to get a closer look. Renjun’s eyes were crusted shut. He rose up out of bed slowly, coughing in the process.

“Damn, you look like shit.”

“I don’t feel well at…all. I can barely breathe.” Renjun’s congested voice made Jeno cringe. He sounded way too nasally for his liking.

“Where’s the key Mark gave you?” Jeno asked while trying to scan the room through the darkness. Renjun tried to do the same but his eye discharge made it nearly impossible.

“It’s under my laptop.” Renjun choked on his words, coughing more into his shirt.

Jeno walked over to Renjun’s desk and lifted his laptop, finding the spare key Mark entrusted him with.

“Okay, I'm gonna head out. See you later.”

“Jen, please don’t lose that key.” Renjun struggled for air amidst the desperation in his voice. He hoped Jeno could keep track of it, for Mark’s sanity.

The train ride to work alone felt weird and using the key to open the bookstore felt even weirder. There was a reason why Mark left Renjun in charge.

Jeno paced around the store, turning on the vintage lamps and opening the blinds. He was hoping it would be slow today considering Mark was still out sick. And with Renjun out now too, he was definitely letting Jun take charge.

It was too early in the morning to text his “Unholy Trinity” group chat, so scrolling through Reddit would have to suffice.

Jeno’s eyes grew big at the new iMessage notification that popped up overhead.

11:10am

[mark]: looks like Jun will be out sick too. I should be back tomorrow. Work diligently 👍🏼

All Jeno could do was leave Mark on read.

This couldn’t be happening.

Jeno banged his head against the check-out counter repeatedly, hoping to knock himself out by the time you showed up.

*ding*

Jeno swung his body around to view the entrance. There you were…

Of course he had failed at his attempts to knock himself unconscious. He would just have to wreak havoc upon you for the entire day instead.

“Guess it’s just me and you sweetheart.”

Jeno noted how you you rolled your eyes and immediately stormed towards the back; your blood boiling by the second.

“Kill me now.”

Satisfaction showed across his face at your words.

[ladyryukyo]

Hello, I hope work is going ok

Haha, I also hope this is somewhat coherent, but I am very bad at assembling my thoughts into something that resembles a narative, but here are some thoughts that has been carouseling my mind:

Recently, I have been thinking abou beyblade fantasy AU's: A grant adventure, a world fractured into many fighting factions (some human, some elven, some with magic powers and so on), soon to be overshadowed by The Great Dark Lord Nemesis™️

The legendary bladers are propheciesed to save the world, and as of now most of them traveling together on some great mission to raise an army to defeat Nemesis or smth (everyone except Ryuga? Have a very hard time imagining him going anywhere with anyone). However the legendary bladers are NOT a cohesive unit, they are from different factions and have a hard time trusting each other 😔 </3

Along with this, I've been thinking a lot about armor: how to make it functional and actually protective, while still evoking the feel of the bladers original outfit... (ok actually I've mostly I have been thinking about how to make armor, that looks like a crop top with a big billowy coat for Kyoya, but at the same time actually protect his vital organs)

My solution for now is probably layering some chain mail under some cut up shirts, but then I ran into my second problem: that much armor is heavy, noisy and warm (since you'd also need layers beneath the chain mail), would an adventurer even wear that much armor on a day to day basis?... So now I am trying to come with a way to balance that out... (Actually after writing it down tho, Kyoya specifically would absolutely see wearing heavy armor as a great training exercise...)

Also bc Kyoya gets special treatment as my favorite character, and I think he could use more "great-destiny-I-didn't-pick-and-thus-don't-want" issues: Mayhap his mother is the heiress to one faction, but she was driven away by an usurper, who is now out to kill her and her descendents? (No scars from *accidently* falling windows in this AU)... (Also maybe the usurper is paying Chris to take care of her descendents?)

Aaaahhh anyways thanks for reading all of my ramblings <3

henning i can always count on you tysm for sharing your ramblings w me <33

fantasy au my beloved!! the idea of the legendary bladers roaming around the lands and trying to rally an army while constantly bickering with each other is so funny. i have to agree that ryuga probably wouldn't travel with them but! imagine the kenta & ryuga interactions in this scenario :(( kenta tries to learn magic from ryuga who is so so good at it but unwilling (and without the patience lbh) to teach. kenta just stares at him really hard and tries to learn by observing ryuga do impossible feats of magic. ryuga acts annoyed but he also loves the attention lol

plsss kyoya in fantasy armor is simply amazing and badass. id love to see it. i know its impractical but i do imagine him in a chainmail crop top or something similarly unnecessary but stylish. anything for the glam. could also imagine some kind of corset top-like leather armor? i think leather armor would be the go-to for adventurers anyway.

kyoya is the perfect protagonist for a "refusal of the call" trope lmao. it would be a "fuck this, im gonna do my own thing" situation with him. every. time. "i don't care that you're a god or fate or whatever and you can't tell me what to do."

d-did you just make kyoya/chris possible in this au?? FJFDHSSJS maybe it's just my permanent brainrot for this ship but! chris keeps failing to assassinate kyoya but he's come close a couple of times and also kyoya's scars being a result of one of chris' assassination attempts and also they know each other by now after all this time and they probably keep bickering while trying to kill each other which is so unprofessional but it's almost like they're friends and do they really actually truly want to harm each other at all at this point?

... im blaming you for this tangent lol thank you henning i truly appreciate this <3 love you

[claudiajcregg]

Tell Other People About Your WIPs

make a list of all your WIPs with a brief description of each and then people can ask you questions about them and then tag other people.

Tagged by both @onekisstotakewithme and @miabicicletta 💜💜💜 Thank you, guys <3 I don't know who to tag that hasn't been tagged already. Interested? Tag, you're it! :) (Please do know that there are no set sections. Pick whatever you want. I went the deranged route.)

I have an outdated WIP list, and many others unaccounted for. This is just a selection of stuff I could see myself posting or editing/retooling to write something new. I love talking about my WIPs, about as much as I hate being perceived because they are not remotely interesting. (I also love knowing which ones people are interested in! I have an incentive to work on them!) (Instead of snippets, part of my feedback loop is sending actual rough drafts to get a sense of whether it's worth working on more.)

Multichapters, different levels of completion.

S5 Pregnancy AU. My main WIP. Can you believe I’ve had this idea for a year… almost to the day? I’ve been stuck since November bc I don’t know how I want this one to end, beyond a birth. (As I’ve mentioned in the past, I feel like this has legs to become a fluffy universe. I have ideas! Timelines!) Gist of it: CJ gets pregnant circa Zooey's kidnapping. How does it change S5? It's less angsty than you think.

Campaign bars, aka campaign conversations sometimes happened at bars in the 1998 campaign. Fun stuff. I need to pick it right back.

What Once Was Ours or the IM AU (2021), aka IM ends with a breakup. Not a WIP. Not a UFO. A secret third thing. (“Finished” but not edited, and I’m doubtful people would be interested. Probably bc of some bittersweet ~memories~ attached to it. I mean, I shared a third of it to discord and people couldn’t care less, at least after a while. Now, better IM AUs are being posted these days; I'm not in a rush.) 33 chapters. 150k words. I do reread it every once in a while, and I cannot put it down. But its 'age' takes me aback. If things had been different, I'd have posted this in H2 2021/Q1 2022 (or even the planned Q2-3 2021). But alas.

The “Almost Ready, question mark” Category

Another SVD prompt meme claim: what if CJ has the crush first. The thing is, I tend to write her as having a relatively obvious crush on him at first until something makes her wise up. So this is just some ridiculous, post-first-meeting thoughts. Most of it was written in one sitting! It kinda fits with something in the campaign bars fic, too.

Post birth, hospital story: A couple of hours after their bb girl is born. Pure fluff. Recently reworked it to make it less wordy. Still failed, but it’s better focused now.

Many ficlets – the few I did post on Tumblr that haven’t been posted to the story I’m collecting them in, plus a couple more. I'm thinking the ice skating one, Jan 22, a few post-eps I wrote last year, etc.

Ambitious Projects I don't think are happening right away (or ever), but probably have a detailed outline somewhere

(I put this up instead of last, because the next category has faves, but it's also a long one.)

Danny is back a bit earlier on s7. Toby leaks (or tries to leak? I always wavered) the shuttle to him, as he and CJ are getting closer.

Simon lives. How does his relationship with CJ evolve post-honeymoon phase? What is it like when Danny returns?

You’ve got mail AU. This outline had two ways the climax could go. I had fun.

Epistolary collab (?) fic. Probably an X + 1 fic. The only one with nothing written; don’t rule out writing it individually at some point.

And because this is so long already (but not as long as it could be)… A few more under the cut – more "I just want to make sure I like them" and "this meme reminded me I meant to pick those back up." And they are still not all. (How do you summarize seven years of writing?? I've only posted 20-something of them, lol.)

“Almost Ready (but I feel like I want to make changes to them) (might just redo them altogether)”

Haunted by the Notion, 2007 edition. My beta Ruth suggested this when she edited the other story, and I wrote it around then. It’s another Christmas dinner at Filomena, and, eight years later, things are different. I feel like it hits expected beats, and is just missing some oomph. Maybe. (As much as I do like it, half tempted to make it 2009. Or later.)

Heaven’s here…: A interrupted proposal. I’ve written many proposals over the years, and I love toying with different ideas and setups. Danny takes the lead here, but I’ve been intrigued by the idea of having CJ do the final twist.

5 to 6 am 'me' time. Another story inspired by last year’s rewatch that I wrote right at the start of it (so Jan 2023?). It has five short parts with five different years of what CJ describes in the pilot as her “me time.” This is one when I think one per year would be fun, but I don’t want to repeat myself.

One bed, “sexy” edition. An AU to a sort of AU (one of the drabbles from this summer) and… it's what it says on the tin. The world does not need to read my attempts at smut. If I didn’t put it in the previous category, it’s because I am not sure that I want to post it. (All the previous attempts are locked somewhere; unfortunately, someone loves this one and noticed when I tried to do that, lol.)

First baby kick: I remember writing this while in grad school (so, late 2017? First half of 2018) but I lost it, along other fic, when my laptop had to be reset because I used Bear to write back then, but didn’t have sync across devices. I rewrote it, and I feel like it's not the same, but still. It's sweet! Includes: Danny talking to the baby, domestic fluff, and… baby kicks!

“This meme reminded me they exist and I love them, so don't be surprised if they are posted before anything in a previous category”

(Lbr, if I added something about them in this post at all, it’s because they sparked some memory.)

Mosaic broken hearts: CJ, circa S4, jealousy. Prompted by a former fandom friend, back in my productive era (first half of 2021; before that friend just ghosted me.)

I can’t believe I captured your heart (pancake breakfast, three words and eight letters). For a while there, I edited it so much but then I fell off. iirc, it was part of some morning-related prompts I saw around that I tried to fulfill in 2018? 2019? And they had like internal progression. But this one was the best of the 3-4, and I kept tweaking it.

Green light of forgiveness (IM-ish) — there are many other IM/IM-Tomorrow snippets I’ve written over the years. I’m not sure if this one makes much sense, but I liked it enough.

Distance — I recall liking this one! Might have to bump it up. CJ is in Africa, Danny is at the Farm and sulking because they left off on some sort of argument. There is some Danny-Abbey friendship goodness here. I even have a second file that is “Distance - shorter version (it’s not)”

Danny writes fiction, shows it to CJ during her pregnancy and she’s into it. Technically written. I would probably try to take another stab at it. Third time might be the charm?

San Andreo phone call/fallout from ID. I just had the idea of CJ reaching out once things calm down. This is one of those fics I’ve written a version of every year or so, but I think there was one I liked quite a bit.

Terrible taste in men — a run-in with an OC ex of CJ. It was so dumb.

Fka Impatience - actually beta’d three years ago (by that fandom friend I've mentioned twice before… actually, three times) and “done”. I just think I’d change so much about it these days. It started being something else but ended up being a CJ-Toby friendship story in which they have lunch and catch up. But I would want to rewrite most of it now, and not just because it’s from like… 2019 (but finished in 2021).

I forgot this one initially! he's passing by, rare as the comet in my sky - 2? 3? times CJ thinks she sees Danny somewhere, and one time she does. (Which tried to work in the 'I remember shunning you' line.) I even wrote some sort of sequel later! Probably useless.

I said I would post a lightning round with fics that are either also done but not ready for me to mention them, or just… not done at all. The length of this post and how much I've spent on it is embarrassing. To give a general overview: in line with the nonsense I've been mentioning, includes phone calls at the end of S7, also a few friendship-focused fics around that time, too; present-day stuff; anniversaries; Hollis fundraisers; weddings; many ficlets, introspective thoughts, a “yes day” fic that's super sweet but needs better dares, the third memoir idea (the original one!!!!) that I had three years ago… And those are mostly the ones I had preselected, lol.

If you're interested, I can screenshoot this part in the notes app if you message me!

Anyway, this is embarrassing, and the worst part is that it's not all. fml.

[ghostlyvoidshark]

Ok, so im guess im going with the Stardew Elder Gods AU.

Heres some headcanons / ideas i have for it while its a WIP. Everything is liable to change. :]

In this au its a forest farm.

Deities are Sans, fell, and horror

Current ideas for names for this au (feel free to give suggestions! These arent permanent) Sans- hibiscus, fell- Zinnia, horror- elm (camperdown elm)

The boys totally follow the you around in the edge of the woods and stuff.

Im thinking ... Sans is guardian of the deep forest, horror the coast / ocean, and fell the mines.

50 or 60 percent of the time they will take you home instead of other people. Also no one steals from you after a certain point because they think you're cursed or magic or something.

Wizard, Caroline, Linus, and Abby are the only ones who aren't freaked out by you having dieties basically stalk you.

Sans will occasionally prolong the life of your plants despite the season change. Just so your hard work doesn't go to waste <3

Fell will sometimes find better loot from lower in the mines and place it in little nooks and crannies for you to find to help you on your journey through.

Joja is always covered in crows and ravens. Pierre's also will sometimes have birds lurking around.

On occasion you will recieve a packet of seeds from a bird on your mail box.

Tons of shiny shells and stuff on the beach. If you fish a lot like me there will be more bubble things that pop up.

More crabs in your catcher thing.

Blobs of trash that will wash up on the beach, that if you pick up and throw away, will trigger more shiny shells and better catches <3

They arent too bothered by you chopping down trees in your own yard, they understand that you are replacing them with food and things you need. Just don't destroy the local environment.

The little apple creatures and stuff will be seen more often and less scared.

Abby sometimes talks about feeling an aura following you. An old and magical aura (boys being creeps and following / blessing you lol)

They totally sway and follow you with their eyes when you dance at any festival and root for you when you join competitions <3 they wish they could dance with you.

When you realize they're there and start to accept them they will follow you around your farm. Even when you're working lol.

If you fuss at them for following you or stay in town for too long then they will hang around your farm. Who needs scarecrows when you have deities?

Horror follow your footsteps under the docs. He loves it when you stop by to chill out or fish. If he found something cool that day he especially wanted you to have he'll hook it to your line.

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My first time ever doing headcanons so sorry if they're wonky. I'll practice to do better!

[thisfanisgonesorry]

Can you write some relationship fluff for spy. Thank you and have a good day :))

insert arbitrary “hope u enjoy” and “sorry it took so long”, also based by a request my friend sent me back in october (oops)

cw: fluff. das it. u go to dinner. get some spagbol. maybe kiss a bit. i write the tags before i write the fic so u gotta wait and find out buddy. i got dumped too so im kinda using this to cope lol

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He sat across from me in the dimly lit booth table, I leaned forward towards him with both elbows on the table as he spoke about his job, any life updates, things he’s done - anything. And I guess that’s the nice thing about a relationship, you have someone that listens when you talk and someone who talks when you want to listen.

“And so I sneaked up into the bushman’s nest, and he’s a fool, so I stabbed him in the back while he was urinating in his filthy jars.” He spoke about his latest misadventure.

“I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.” I said shortly, letting him continue his story.

“Me? Of course not, do you know who you’re speaking to?”

He acted offended, as if he was an amateur, which would imply he was well below his paygrade (I mean, he’s wearing his most expensive suit tonight.. or is that just his work uniform?)

“Right. My bad, continue.”

He continued speaking about his victory, and how he despises the blue team.

“Oh, and right at the end, the blue spy —” He paused to scoff, “ — He almost tore my suit, so naturally, he got shot in the head.”

He wasn’t superficial, well maybe only a little bit, but as you got to know him, it becomes sort of endearing.

“But how have you been, mon cher?” 

“Oh, you know.” I paused, waving my hand around awkwardly as my life wasn’t really as eventful as his. “As good as one can be.”

“Nothing you wish to share?”

“Nothing worth sharing.” I laughed. “Well, my mail got mixed up with my neighbours but you know, nothing crazy.”

He frowned as he picked at his food with his fork, feeling almost guilty about how exciting his work was.

“I love you.” He said quickly, almost like a confession despite saying it a hundred times or more - yet rarely would he say it in english.

“I love you too.”

He smiled and took a sip of his wine, gesturing at our table that we’d so happened to ignore. Expensive restaurants don’t come cheap and probably shouldn’t waste any of it.

“I started reading a book.” I started, trying to think of anything interesting enough to share. “It’s about how love affects the brain and the metaphysical environment it creates in the human psyche. Well, that’s my interpretation of it anyway.”

“How interesting. And how does love create a metaphysical environment in your psyche?”

“Mhm.” I hummed, thinking for a moment. “Makes me like fancy restaurants. And tacky wine, and I like listening to you talk about killing people for money. And, I guess, it makes me like you.”

“Like?”

“You know.”

He smiled and half-cheered his glass, taking another sip before gesturing to the meal, which by this point, was more than likely cold.

“It makes it hard to concentrate on more important things. Like eating. Or sleeping. But I think it’s worth it.”

“I’m glad.”

“Not everyday someone in a very fancy suit buys me a very fancy dress and takes me to a very fancy restaurant with some very fancy wine for no real reason except for the fact that he, for some reason, thinks I’M the interesting one.”

“You’re so interesting, mon cher.” He smiled. “More exciting than my boring old job. You think killing people is fun for me?”

“Maybe a little.”

He nodded. “Yeah, a little but not the point.”

I looked back at our plates for a moment. “You make me feel interesting. Like I actually am, even though all I do is read and.. Well, that’s it.”

“I’d give you libraries if it meant you’d talk to me forever about your books.”

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3443

today has been fuckin ROUGH, my dudes.

i woke up this morning and almost immediately got overwhelmed by stuff. car accident stuff, medical bill stuff, cleaning stuff, putting stuff away, money stuff, literally anything that i had to think about or possibly find i was immediately stressed about. my broken glasses, an unpaid insurance claim, unpaid medical bills that i didn't know where to send, phone calls, breakfast, missing paperwork. literally i sat up in bed with my head in my hands for a solid ten minutes because i couldn't handle looking at my disaster of a room. it just made everything worse.

the anxiety and stress followed me most of the day. it still lingers, even now.

i didn't feel confident enough in myself to be an adult today. in fact, today was one of those days when i wanted to sit with my plushies and rock back and forth all day and be tucked into bed. it felt like i was five. it happens a lot, actually, and it's very frustrating because it happens at the worst possible moments.

i had to push through it. as mom looked for some of my paperwork, she also picked up some of the things in my room that didn't need to be there. it made it a little more manageable. i could at least look at it.

mom and i sat down and looked at paperwork after collecting a bunch. we looked through insurance things for my car accident. i went through and checked things off. i had questions so i wrote them down. i filled out forms and called my claims agent and left a message. when she didn't pick up, mom and i went to the bank to get things notarized. with that done, we got starbucks and lunch and my agent called back just as i was putting my stuff down after coming back. i asked my questions and got some answers. so that was good.

i also got a notification that my ebay package was delivered - the one with my new glasses frames in it. i ran out to grab the mail and i took the box and my purse and went to get my lenses changed into the new frames. i had to wait a bit, and while i waited i realized i was so excited to get my new frames that i'd left my phone on the table at home.

good news is the frames are perfect.

i was able to hit up walmart after for a few things i needed, like my medication refills, some body wash, and a new supply of period supplies, but i also got more decorations for the office for valentine's day and laundry baskets for me and joel. they're a distinct color so no one should fuck it up.

also i scheduled an appointment to get my hair done later this month. mom and i talked about it and she said she was willing to pay for it for me, still. she mentioned it's something i do for my mental health, and she's right. it's been a long time since i last got my hair done, so i'm happy about being able to do it again.

after returning home after all of that, i was tired. mom and i went upstairs and played one of the new games i got for christmas and it was a lot of fun to play. i'll bring it over to play with joel, although a lot of people don't like the same kind of games i do. it kind of makes me sad because people don't like the puzzle games i like so i don't have people to play them with. sure i don't have a lot of time anyway, but id still like to play. i miss playing. so much of my life is just work and sleep and drive and i don't ever really get to just play. i keep plushies with me because i want the comfort of having them with me because i don't have time to dedicate to having them with me. so i just keep them with me. it's. it's frustrating. and it makes me sad.

but yeah not much happened besides a ton of things that needed to be cleared up for my mental health.

next up is cutting my nails. i'm so tired. i'm exhausted and im hungry and im tired and i need a vacation desperately. and probably a new job. it's taxing. i love my job. i love my coworkers. but what i have to do to go to work daily is unsustainable. i've really worked there for six months. i am very fucking close to burning out.

i need to talk to christine. too many things have happened.

also i'd like a joel hug. he gives good hugs and encourages me to only worry about the things i can control. he helps me put things into perspective.

i hope he likes the laundry baskets.

[iicha-0s]

Stranger Danger pt.3 (final) | !Jungkook×reader

A/N: hey guys this is the last and final part of the Stranger Danger part series. lmk what you guys think! hope you guys like it! :D

Tags: !messy making out, !boob kink(?), !squirting, !fingering, !dry humping, !hickeys, !nipple play, !oral (f and m receiving, !missionary, !cowgirl, !doggy style, !hair pulling, !nicknames, !praise kink(?), !spanking, !cuddling

Ratings: Explicit|R18|Adult

Previous part:

trying to get past with everything, he finished up his clients tattoo before heading out with them and also to see how many clients he's left with. noticing there weren't anymore, realising that he was basically done with work.

he does his work with his clients with you and only you on his mind. sometimes when the clients would try to make up small conversations with him, he'd zone out while you consume his thoughts. honestly, he himself couldn't figure out why his brain was so occupied with you.

did Y/n have her lunch? should I ask her? but it's already 4pm. maybe we could have a late lunch and early dinner? two dates in one day, Jungkook are you in the right state of mind???? you have to make sure she doesn't find out how whipped you are, not give it to her served up in a platter!

he mentally slaps himself and weirdly zones to hear his co-worker telling him how lucky he is that he was already done with his clients today.

maybe I should text her saying my shift is over. we still have to talk about everything... hm.... that's right. remember Kookie, we have to look cool in front of her!

he huffs softly in determination and slings his bag up his shoulder.

"well im gonna go, I have work to do."

more like a Y/n to do. but that's for later.

Jungkook walks towards the register and wishes his co-workers goodbye. he goes out of the studio, taking out his phone to text you that he got off of work early.

*Ding!*

Y/n: that's nice! I just finished up a meeting too :D

Jungkook: great! are you free now?

Y/n: yesss. you too?

Jungkook: mhm yea

Y/n: okay then lmk if you have any suggestions on where you want to go tonight :))))

Jungkook: are you interested in fancy or not so fancy tonight?

Y/n: hmm we could have fancy honestly.

Jungkook: alright! I have this amazing place in mind. the food there is really good! :D

Y/n: great! then we can go there :)))))

Jungkook: I'll book a reservation for 7 then?

Y/n: works!

Jungkook: great! text me your address so I can come pick you up ;)

"SHIT NO WRONG EMOJI!" He groans but then sees you'd already seen it and were starting to type a reply. "please don't call us off. please don't call us off." he chants when his phone dings again to your notification.

Y/n: okay thank you! :D

he sighs loudly while leaning against his car at your reply thanking all the powers of the universe. he climbs in and starts driving home so he could pick an outfit for tonight. he quickly goes up to his apartment and starts going through all his clothes, pulling out whatever he thought would make him look really cool and throwing it towards his bed.

meanwhile on the other side you were busy finishing up an article for a recent project. after done finishing it, you proof-read it and mail it to your boss. sighing you stretch back against your chair and look at the time.

"Lets get readyy~" You stand up and go to start picking out clothes for the night.

in the end, Jungkook decides to wear a pair of baggy jeans with a tank top and a leather jacket. perfect attire cause it was a little cold out. meanwhile you pick out a nearly same outfit but just with a skirt.

you make sure to grab your coat because it was cold out and drop it on your couch along with your purse. going to the vanity you do simple makeup and take a few pictures of yourself when Jungkook's text pops up.

*Ding!*

Jungkook: I'm leaving to come pick you up

Y/n: okayy see you soon! ^^

you put your phone down and check yourself out to give last final touches and then head out to the kitchen. getting yourself a glass of water you chug it down and go to the living room to put your shoes on.

putting on your coat and taking hold of your purse you sling it over your shoulder, taking a few pictures in the final outfit when someone rings the doorbell.

you walk over to it and open the door to see Jungkook standing there looking ever so fine with a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a pretty smile.

"hey." he keeps smiling as you smile back.

"hey." You turn the lights in your apartment off and step out with him.

"these are for you." He passes you the flower.

"thank you so much." You laugh softly and walk with him to his car.

he opens the door to his car for you and hands you a blanket from the backseat to place on your lap, while you thank him again giving him the flowers so he could put them in the backseat. he climbs in too and starts the car, driving to the restaurant you guys talked about earlier.

"you can play any song you like." he holds out his phone as you take it and put on a few of your favorite songs as he widens his eyes at the similar music taste.

"I listen to these songs too!" He smiles brightly at you as you smile back.

"no you don't!"

"Yes I do! I'll show you my playlist later." he says and you both laugh softly at the similarities between you two while Jungkook pulls into the valet service at the restaurant.

he climbs out of the car and comes to your side to open the door for you, as you thank him again and step out waiting for him while he gives the keys to the valet service and takes the ticket from them.

he leads you in and a waiter comes to take you both to your table. you were kinda taken aback by how the workers already knew him and didn't even ask him much questions. he pulls out a chair for you and you both sit down.

"wow this place is really packed." You talk a little loudly because of how much noise there was in the restaurant.

"yea that's cause it's a Friday, and on Fridays they have this special lobster roll which is really famous." he takes the menu from the waiter while you do the same.

"yea I remember coming here to have just that." You laugh and he smiles at you.

"do you mind if I sit next to you? it's too loud so i can't really hear you." He suggests as you were a little taken aback but decide to give in.

"no yea sure go ahead." You nod shyly as he shifts his chair so that it's right next to yours. he wasn't too close but he was still close enough for you to smell his amazing perfume.

"have you decided what you're having?" he opens the menu again.

"mhm. I'm thinking of getting the chicken steak. what about you?" You turn your head to look at him.

"i was thinking about getting fettuccine alfredo. would you like to have some wine?" he flips through the menu before taking a glance at you.

"sure i saw they have Ms Red on the menu." You say flipping through and showing him as he nods and waves down the waiter. he gives both of your orders and the waiter brings out the wine for both of you first.

"i know nothing much happened today but, how was your day?" he chuckles and so do you.

"well, like you said nothing much. after getting home i got some work done, attended some meetings. what about you? anything surprising happen in your life today?" You look back at him and take a sip from your drink.

"not really i just had quite a few clients. even then it seemed like a long day, cause today just felt like it wasn't it. except for the part where we met again tho, i dont regret that." you start laughing at his words as he smiles while watching you.

"i think the same way." you smile while looking at him and you both take a few sips from your drinks.

the waiter comes and places the food on the table as you look at the food in excitement. he giggles softly while looking at you looking like a child who got offered her favorite ice-cream.

"eat well~" You wish out of habit and start eating.

"You too." he smiles and starts eating, taking peeks and glances at you to see your reaction to the food. you both finish up half of your food in comfortable silence with just the hustle bustle around you as the noise you two could hear.

"ah its been so long since I've had such good food." you say wiping your face and smiling in satisfaction.

"me too. do you wanna try some of mine?" he offers and you agree. you both switch plates and continue eating in silence again, both surrounded by the amazing taste coating your mouths, with the voices of everyone else acting as a white noise.

after done eating you both split the check and head out of the restaurant. he gets his car from the valet service and you both get in and he starts driving back to your place.

"oh look an ice-cream truck." you point when he stops the car at the red light.

"you wanna get some?" he asks while looking at the ice-cream truck you pointed at.

"sure." You smile and he smiles back before parking nearby the truck and you both step out to get some ice-cream. after buying the ice-creams you both decide to walk in a nearby park while eating it and talk about random things.

"so what are your plans after you get home?" You ask and look up at him.

"I don't know. maybe i'll just go to sleep. what about you?" he looks back at you while taking a bite from his ice cream.

"well there's this new horror movie i found out about, so I was thinking of watching it tonight." He nods along with you. "do you like horror movies?"

"yea a lot."

"them maybe we can watch the movie together. the trailer was really good you know?" You shrug and take a bite from your ice cream.

"really? i-i mean sure! yea i wont mind." he clears his throat and tries to act cool even though he was wishing the date wouldn't end.

you both walk around some more and walk back to his car after finishing the ice-cream. he drives back to your place, you leading him upstairs and inside.

"nice place." he says while you both take your shoes off and walk in.

"thank you." you smile and go to the kitchen to get two glasses of water for both of you. he settles down on the couch as you pass the glass of water to him and he thanks you before taking a sip.

you put the movie on and sit down next to him as you both quietly watch the movie. you both shift in your seats when the couple in the movie start kissing and having hard-core sex on the screen. you try to act cool and gulp unknowingly looking down at Jungkook's lap to see a boner growing.

didn't know they'd have a literal porno for a movie

Jungkook takes a glance at you and realises you looking at his boner and tries to hide it in the most subtle way possible. he fails because he couldn't really move too much without getting caught by you and decided to just give in, face burning in embarrassment.

he scratches the back of his neck and was about to say something to shift your attention, but ends up choking and starts coughing.

"i- are you okay??" You pat his back while he leans forward and takes hold of his glass of water and drinks some of it. he calms down and sighs as you look at him in concern.

"Im okay." he laughs softly and nods getting comfortable on the couch again.

"I'm gonna go get some more water." you nod, standing up from the couch.

you take your glass along with his and fill it up but just as you take a sip you feel it go down the wrong pipe and start coughing while placing the glass back on the kitchen island and accidentally spilling some of it.

"are you okay??" He rushes to you and pats you back while you calm yourself down. you both end up laughing at how awkward you two were being and fell the atmosphere lighten.

"Lemme help you clean this up." he says grabbing a few paper towels and passing some to you too as you both start cleaning up the water you spilt. you try not to stare too much because you just realised he'd taken his jacket off and god did he look even more attractive with all his tattoos showing.

your hands brush against each other a few times causing you two to exchange glances but after it happened for the third time, it was as if you two couldn't take your eyes off of each other. unknowingly leaning in and end up pressing your lips against each other, lips chasing one another a little too hungrily.

the wet paper towels long forgotten sit on the kitchen island, as Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer and lifts you up by the back of your thighs and places you right next to them. pressing the front of his body against yours, he rubs his hands on your thighs toying with your top and bottom lip repeatedly while you wrap your arms around his neck.

you wrap your legs around the back of his and pull him closer feeling him poke his tongue softly against your lips asking for entrance, which you give. you rub your tongue against his causing him to moan in your mouth which pulls one out of you too and you both lose it.

fuck, that was hot.

you both hold onto each other tighter and continue kissing until the air runs out and you're pulling away to catch a breath. you see him chase after your lips, causing a new batch of butterflies to be released in your tummy as he leans in to press multiple pecks against them.

he moves down to your chin, then your jaw and then starts leaving soft open mouth kisses all over your neck trying to find that one spot that will have you squirming and moaning under him. you gasp when he bites down on the right side of your neck, softly licking and sucking on the skin while you move your hands to his hair and play with it softly moaning and humming here and there.

he pulls your jacket off and pushes himself against you more, as if trying to feel you more while moving to a different part of your neck to leave another mark. he moves back a little, staring at the work of art he left on your neck feeling an ounce of satisfaction weight his chest and leans back in to press his lips against yours.

this time you pull away and kiss down his neck, tugging onto his hair to make it lean back so you can have space to work your magic. you kissing, biting and sucking onto his skin had him groaning and moaning while rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, shifting higher up your skirt each time.

every kiss, every hickey you left on his skin made him feel more and more impatient to feel you. to have you feel him. and fuck, was he gonna give it to you good today. he was ready to give it to you like he'd never given it to anyone, ever.

when you pull away from his neck, he immediately catches your lips against his and picks you up taking you to the couch with him without breaking the kiss. sitting down, he makes you straddle his lap and continues rubbing his hands against your soft skin on your thighs.

"can I take this off?" he pants while tugging onto your tanktop and staring at your lips.

"Yes." you nod softly letting him swiftly take it off of you before smashing your lips against his immediately. it was as if his lips were a drug you were addicted to and it was hard for Jungkook to not feel the same way, literally.

rubbing his hands on your skin he brings it up to the hook of your bra, lingering there as if asking you for permission as you pant a "yea" against his lips and continue kissing him while he takes it off of you.

grabbing one of your boobs softly he kneads it, feeling and taking in its infinite softness. God they felt so soft that he could basically sleep on them, and maybe he would later tonight.

your nipples pebble against his palm as he holds and tugs onto it with his index finger and thumb, emitting yet another moan from you which went straight to his already rock hard cock. you pull away from him and pull his tank top off of him too as this time he leads down to your neck, pressing kisses and leading lower to your chest.

taking your other breast in his mouth, he sucks on it circling the nipple with his tongue as you twitch above him and grip onto his hair. he plays with your other breast and continues using his mouth on the other as you moan softly and arch your back into his mouth from time to time.

he moves his other hand up your thigh and rubs his thumb against your inner thigh, lips and hand still playing with your breasts that he just couldn't seem to get enough of. he leaves a few hickeys on them too and comes back up to your lips.

he wraps his arm around your waist to hold you close against him, as you crane your neck and press kisses against his lips causing him to smile which causes you to smile too. he rubs his hands on your thighs and moves it to your ass, pushing you closer and pressing you down softly against his hard-on.

you rub yourself against him pressing your lips harder against his as he keeps his hand on your ass making you move against him. he brings his hand forward and slips it to your middle, rubbing his fingers softly on you causing you to gasp against his lips.

you unknowingly start moving your hips against his hand, pressing down just trying to find more friction. he understands what you want and moves your panties to the side and slips his middle and ring finger against your folds making you moan softly.

you were already so wet and were coating his fingers as he rubs the tip of his fingers in circles against your bud making you pull away from his lips and lean against him, moaning out his name. you hide your face in his neck and moan whilst still moving your hips against his fingers.

he moves his fingers down and circles your entrance before pushing them in slowly as you gasp and hold onto him while sitting up straight on his lap. he starts moving his fingers as you throw your head back when his fingers brush against that one spot while he leans in to press kisses on your skin knowing what he's doing is making you feel good.

"there... right there... yea!" you moan out leaning against him again and hide your face in his neck. he whispers a soft "yea?" in your hair while moving his fingers in the same way you asked, but faster.

"mmph- fuck!" you moan and grip onto his hair tightly as you cum on his fingers. he helps you ride out your high while rubbing his fingers on your clit as you hum and twitch here and there due to the aftershocks. he brings his hand up and licks it clean, when you suddenly press your lips against him to taste yourself against them.

you grind against him again while rubbing your tongue against his as you groans against your mouth while holding onto your hips. you move off of his lap and get on your knees in between his legs, pulling his pants and boxers off and immediately take hold of him.

he places his hand on your head as you lick up and down his length, coating it with your saliva before finally taking him in your mouth. bobbing your head up and down you move your hand against whatever you weren't taking in as he groans above you, hand taking hold of your hair.

he feels you go deeper until he's down your throat and gulp around him which causes him to throw his head back and moan. rubbing your tongue against the underside of his dick whilst still bobbing your head up and down on him, you make him feel so good that he couldn't stop his moans.

soon ending up cumming down your throat he unknowingly holds your head down on him so that you're nose is pressed against his pelvis. gulping down all his cum you pull away and lick your lips as he leans down and presses his lips against yours.

you both stand up from the couch and stumble to your bedroom while kissing and undressing each other some more when he picks you up and climbs on the bed before dropping you down, his lips never leaving yours. he places his hands on each sides of your head against the mattress, while you hold his hips close to yours with your legs wrapped around his waist.

he pulls away and presses kisses on your cheeks and then moves down to your neck while positioning himself in front of your entrance and slowly pushes in. you hold onto his shoulders tightly closing your eyes and feel him stretch you out so perfectly.

he presses his forehead against yours and spreads your legs out more by the back of your thighs and pulls out just to push back in with a low moan. you gasp starting to move your hips along with his once he finds a steady pace. you both moan against each others mouths while continuing to feel so good.

he fastens his pace and leans back just to take hold of your hips and pistoning his hips against yours repeatedly. you grip onto the sheets around you and moan his name loudly while he does the same. shifting his hips a little, he moves your legs over his shoulders and continues thrusting in and out of you at a ridiculously fast pace.

pulling out he flips you over and manhandles you into his desired position and pushes in again, losing complete sense of reality and keeps thrusting into you so hard that it has you getting pushed forward repeatedly. taking hold of the back of your neck he holds you down while continuing to move in and out of you while moaning and groaning your name.

he angles his hips a little differently and you arch your back against the mattress while moaning out loud because the tip of his dick hits your g-spot.

"there you are." he pants and sinks his nails into your hips while repeatedly brushing against your g-spot and moving inside you.

"f-f-uck!" He pulls onto your hair while his other hand spanks your ass, gripping onto the flesh staring as it bounces upon meeting his hips. you bite down on your lip harshly only to end up feeling Jungkook's palm come in contact with your ass harshly.

"Dont you dare hold your voice in." he tugs onto your hair while gritting. you moan out earning a "good girl" from him as he keeps thrusting in and out of you harshly. you feel your high approaching quickly when his hand rubs its way down your front and starts rubbing against your bud.

your eyes roll back into your head as you twitch harshly and squirt with your high hitting you simultaneously. he helps you ride out your high, his hitting him too because of how good you squeezed him.

you both lose track of time soon, not being able to get enough of each other as you find yourself sitting on his lap and riding him while he arches his back and moans while holding onto your hips and cumming inside you for the nth time tonight. leaning down you kiss him softly and move off of him, feeling him immediately wrap you up in his arms and hold you close.

"that was so good." he pulls away and presses multiple kisses all over your face while his hands rub against your skin here and there. you giggle and nod shifting closer to him, pulling the comforter to cover both of you.

he shifts closer and lays his head against your chest as you play with his hair and let out a soft sigh. wrapping his arms around your waist, he holds you close to him and you both fall asleep.