#or other things where if i miss a few minutes idc

[nine-fingered-entity]

annoying myself into working on this knitting project i dislike (stripes. stripes were a mistake) by putting on my desk in the Way so i will work on it so i can someday finish and get it Out of the Way. follow me for more productivity hacks.

[81folklore]

heaven - OP81 - part 3

pairings: oscar piastri x private!reader (fc: gracie abrams)

summary: oscars girlfriend attends her first grand prix and the public get to see just how proud she is of oscar

authors note: ive honestly missed writing for oscar and priv!reader so we are back in honor of oscars FIRST EVER WIN AND INCREDIBLE SPRINT RACE!! im genuinely so proud of oscar and im honestly in shock. i also follow ZERO wag pages so i have no clue what they are like, if people actually follow them etc.

authors note 2: short-ish and sweet for OSCARS FIRST WIN?? i started writing this about 30 minutes before the sprint race so i had no clue where this was going to go but HE WON!!

part 1 part 2 masterlist

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yn entering the paddock for the first time today! she followed shortly after oscar, spoke to some oscar/mclaren fans and handed a few who were unable to meet oscar, on his way in, some signed things she had. we absolutely love her already!!

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user81: omg she’s literally the sweetest thing😭

user17: I LOVE HER ALREADY

user61: the fact that oscar fans already love her🫶🫶

user9: oh she looks so cute!!

user72: i was one of the girls she gave something too! she said she had been following behind oscar and kept an eye on anyone who he missed to give them something after he left. she was very very shy, but she made sure to speak to everyone who oscar missed and was asking us questions about us, overall she was very sweet!!

user22: this makes me love her even more😭and congrats on the signed stuff!! do you mind me asking what it was?

user72: thank you! and of course, we all got something different! i got a signed polaroid of oscar (im still in disbelief?! and it must have been one she took herself bcs i couldnt find the photo online anywhere), someone a bit down from me got what looked like a drivers card and i saw someone else get a picture of his car!

user22: A POLAROID?? oh you won😭😭

user1: i wonder if we will see her again

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first qualifying in the paddock was a rollercoaster of emotions, not the result we were hoping for, expected or wanted but its ok because oscars gonna smash it tomorrow and we’ll pretend today didnt happen!!

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oscarpiastri: glad you had fun🤍

oscarpiastri: my goodluck charm wasnt goodlucking today

yourusername: dont say thattt☹️ill try and be extra lucky tomorrow promise!!

oscarpiastri: i love you

yourusername: i love you more🤭

user3: the photo difference😭

user14: loved seeing you in the garage today

yourfriend3: i love you but those photos😭😭

yourusername: stoooop i was so nervous all day😭

yourfriend7: wish oscar luck from all of us back home!

oscarpiastri: 👍👍

user81: u are so cute☹️

user2: so unfair how they told oscar during the interview!!

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changed outfits but we are ready for the sprint!!

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oscarpiastri: love you lots and lots, thank you for coming🧡

yourusername: I LOVE YOU!! and you dont have to thank me, ill always stay with you🤍🤍

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PIASTRI STORMS TO SPRINT POLE IN QATAR!🤩🔥

He just keeps getting better and better!

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mclaren: YESSSSSS!!!👏👏👏

user6: P1ASTRI

yourusername: INCREDIBLE🤩🤩

user18: more than deserved!

user73: absolute legend

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user6: AHHHHHH

user81: LOOK AT HIM GO

oscarpiastri: ☺️☺️

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oh how i obsessively adore you.. today you took your first f1 pole position, hours later you became a formula one race winner (idc if it was a sprint you still won!!)

i have been on this incredible journey with you long before your first f2 race. i was by your side at your first f2 win and im still by your side now youve won in f1

i know how much this win means to you, i know how much you wanted to prove yourself to everyone and you have. you never fail to amaze me, especially coming back after the shit show that was yesterday

you are truly incredible and you are so so special🐨

i love you so much, congratulations🧡

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user61: WHAT IF I STARTED SOBBING

user11: THE KOALA😭😭

user72: so deserved🧡incredible drive!!

user68: the f2 race winner picture😭😭the f1 race winner picture😭😭THE SMILEY INTERVIEW PICTURE😭😭

oscarpiastri: my favorite goodluck charm🧡

oscarpiastri: thank you so much for sticking with me through it all

oscarpiastri: i appreciate you so much my love

yourusername: you are so special, lovely🩵

landonorris: usually i hate your sappy posts but ill make an exception this time..congrats mate!!

oscarpiastri: you too mate!

yourusername: knew id get you to love these posts eventually🤭

formula2: we’re so proud of our aussie🥹🐨

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*text on first photo reads: my favourite thing is when i open my phone after a race and i see the photos yn sent me during the race🧡* *text on second photo reads: i love seeing my boy do what he loves*

oscar’s replies:

user52: shes so cute☹️

user12: tell me that was when you won the race and not before

user61: where can i find someone like her😭

yourusername: babyyy i didnt know youd share these😭😭

oscarpiastri: just had to show everyone how grateful i am for you🤍

user49: get yourself someone who supports you the way yn supports oscar!!

yn’s replies:

user17: oh i love you guys so much

yourfriend2: we are all so proud of oscar!!

oscarpiastri: i love you so much more than i can ever express

yourusername: osc☹️☹️ i hold so much love and adoration for you

oscarpiastri: wait when did you take this photo??

yourusername: i watched the final lap in the bathroom so i could sob in peace😭

[kisses4lao]

please some vampire bi-han? 🙏🏻

You guys just can't get enough of the vampire writings smh y'all need Jesus(it's me, I'm Jesus and I'm writing this for you because I need it too)

Tw/cw: THIS ISNT GONNA BE AN NSFW BC I ACTUALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS FULL OF STORY!!! IF YOU WANT AN NSFW VERSION, PLEASE ASK ME!!! OR DONT IDC, you guys know the drill by now cmon (highly influenced by Angel from BTVS SUE ME IDC HES HOT)

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Your relationship with Bi Han is a lot more complicated that it would be with Kung Lao or Raiden. He'd often times only visit you at night, and he'd only stay for a few hours.

It all started when you were walking home. Alone, in the dark, not a good match for a young woman. This was proven correct by you almost getting hurt in an accident, but luckily Bi Han was there to save you.

You begged and pleaded with him to tell you someway you could make it up to him. If it wasn't for him, you'd be dead! You thought you owed him your life.

After a few minutes of your back and forth, you saying he deserved something while he said he didn't need anything, you settled on taking him out for coffee.

You guys sat at that cafe for nearly 3 hours just talking. Talking about everything you guys could think of. At the end of the night, which only ended because the cafe was closing, he walked you home.

You didn't think much of it, you'd known each other on a first name basis by now and he just wanted to be nice.

Or at least, that's what you thought. He would show up every night after that, the exact same time, the exact same way, asking the exact same thing. "Would you like to join me for coffee?" Those words would ring in your head in the morning, he just kept coming back, asking the same thing over and over.

You didn't mind it, but at the same time, you found it odd. This man you knew for only 3 hours would come to your house every night, take you out for coffee, pay for everything, take you back home, and wouldn't talk to you again till the next night. Something about him was off, very off, but you didn't know what.

It's not that you didn't feel safe around him, you did, but there was something he wasn't telling you. You knew he wanted to, he just couldn't.

One night, he told you he was a private investigator, even going as far as to show you his official badge. You wanted to know more about it, considering most of the time he'd just ask about you and not talk about himself much.

He went on to say that he'd usually investigate disappearances, murder cases, and even paranormal activity sometimes. Bi Han continued by saying he'd often take care of the source of the crime before the police got to it, somehow always finding out inside information.

You were completely intrigued. You wanted to see him in action, but he said that would be too dangerous for you. He gave you his business card and walked you back home, telling you to swing by his headquarters tomorrow morning and he'll tell you everything you need to know about him.

He said it in such a serious way it sent chills down your spine. This was an offer you couldn't miss. You got up early just to be there on the time you agreed on, walking into I nearly organized office area.

Oddly enough, however, all of the blinds on the windows were completely closed. You thought this was extremely odd, wondering why, but before you could go too deep into thought, you could see Bi Han in the corner of your eye.

"Care for some coffee?" He says with a playful smirk as he points to the full coffee pot on his end table.

He had given you a small tour before taking you to the lower part of the building. "This is where I live, train, sleep, shower, everything. Call it a basement, I call it home."

To be fair, it was a finished basement, completed with rug and hardwood floors and even a spruce ceiling, at least he has taste.

He showed you around even more and ended the tour at his bedroom. "This is my bedroom. I like to keep it simple, but the bed is comfortable, I swear. It's memory foam."

He smiles at you before taking you to the small couch in his living room. He sat you down, and turned to you with a very serious look on his face.

"Y/n, there's something I've been keeping from you. Something I need to tell you. We've known each other for a while now," it's true. You guys have been seeing each other for coffee for the past 4 weeks. This is the very first time you've ever seen him in the day time, odd considering he'd never missed a day of taking you out.

"I know this is gonna sound insane, and I have proof, but I need you to trust me." He let out a deep sigh before continuing, "I'm a vampire."

You just looked at him, in complete disbelief. Not for the reasons you should be, though. You were wondering if he was joking or not.

"Are you being serious? Do you genuinely expect me to believe that?" You said as you chuckle into your hand a bit. He face only grew more serious as he took your hand and led you upstairs, going to the side of one of the windows before opening the blinds and letting you see as his hand began to sizzle. He let out a small gasp of pain as he pulled away, hand now smoking because of the heat.

You were in shock. You still didn't completely believe him, however. "Maybe you just have a skin condition, that doesn't mean anything."

You didn't want to believe the man that you had been talking to for so long was a FUCKING VAMPIRE. it was hard to come to terms with really.

He walked over to you slowly, holding up his hand as the smoldering wound miraculously healed in seconds.

He grabbed your hands, taking them in his as he makes eye contact with you. His gaze softens as he can see the uncertainty in your eyes.

He opens his mouth slowly, showing his retractable fangs. That's it. You were convinced. You gasped as he let go of you, letting you have your space.

"I know this might be a lot to take in, but I hope this doesn't change anything between us. I still care about you."

You genuinely don't know how to feel, conflicted by someone you thought you could trust. How did he go so long without telling you about this? It honestly hurt you to know that he was keeping this from you.

"I think we should have some time off from each other. I need a bit to process this, it's a lot to take in all at once." He could hear fear in your voice, and it broke his heart knowing he was the cause of it.

He nodded his head, watching as you left the building. He leaned back on his desk, wondering what he could've done better, wondering what he could've done to make you feel more safe.

He was going to make it up to you somehow, he just knew you needed time. He was patient, but after waiting so long to make you his, his patience is wearing thin. Very thin.

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A/n: boom shaka laka

[sco07ut]

what just happened!!!!!!!! s19 rambles (negative) ↓

going to be messy cos im just planning on writing whatever outrageous moments stand out as i go along

first of all????? DOC FUCKING DIED?????????? i literally had to rewatch a few times to realise that’s what they were saying 😟 when the fuck did he die bc doc eas Inside the staff of charon and wash was fuckijg idk?? on the surface of chorus right?? how did doc die saving him what (genuinely someone smarter than me if you’ve figured it out please tell me) bc like the point of the charon fight is that they were stuck in the mementos room right? idk

anyway he was done so dirty i literally do not think there was a reason to reveal doc was dead in the last five minutes

on that note, where was donut?? did he die too ? how long after chorus is s19 set like was that undisclosed location iris or what. did he do his whole ‘tour of the universe’ thing early? like i would’ve been fine with even just a passing comment but they were so vague with it

WHY DID SARGE DIE AND THEN PROMPTLY BECOME IRRELEVANT????? aside from simmons grif & caboose not a Soul mentioned the fact that a whole man was dead. i was so convinced that there would be some big funeral with everyone attending at the end

i did sort of like the plot though, simmons getting a leadership role was kinda fun

tbh i did like simmons this season it was so great seeing him finally get recognition but good grief i cannot talk about simmons without bringing up the ending/lack of grimmons

it makes sense that they wouldn’t get together if grif went home and simmons stayed in the army BUT WHY DID SIMMONS STAY IN THE ARMY?? RICHARD YOU DO NOT HAVE A FUCKING TEAM ANYMORE (on that note. where did lopez go. i’m only just realising that he literally vanished) i’m so insane why did they do that. they could’ve gone home together. and kissed about it idk

i mean i didn’t actually expect grimmons to happen but i thought they’d stay together?? it’s always been them. like that’s the whole point of their characters. every other person who’s been on their team before has died and left them (grif sleeping through being glassed, hammer dying during basic, the red team at rat’s nest and now sarge and donut i guess?????) why did they not stay together

also on the grif family note, the kai cameo was nice (though i will say i do Not understand the point of the whole retro con thing, i feel like it went on for ages, did nothing to set up the plot. the meta could’ve been introduced some other way surely)

also while i’m thinking about it, why did it take tucker/the meta months to get from chorus to a point where he was actively searching for epsilon ?

anyway sorry kai cameo fun but she should’ve had a bigger role idc

it kind of feels like they suddenly realised almost all their female characters were overlooked and they tried to shove them in to be like ‘ohhh look we care about our female characters’ and then screwed them over by making them either insignificant or nothing more than a cameo

with the exception of tex maybe. i fully did not expect her to come back prior to watching but when caboose was like oh help me remember i started to get a feeling it wouldn’t be church. i’m also so glad they addressed the whole ‘created from failure/destined to fail’ thing, tex fuckijg deserved that win. sad that she died though (i wasn’t expecting that either and was like fully geared up to start making post restoration fanart of carolina and tex hanging out and learning how to be friends/family again)

idk i just feel like we missed out on so much stuff due to time constraints, there were so many scenes that should’ve been put in imo like carolina and tex having some sort of moment together, grif and kai having a moment, carolina & wash seeing 479er again

ok wait different chain of thought. everyone was like really eager to kill tucker. there was no moral dilemma of everyone being like ohh beneath the meta hes our friend we can’t hurt him but we still need to take him down what’re we gonna doo. although on second thought it was red team so . yeah the mindless attacking does make sense a bit

new thought again overall it just felt weird like everyone had their assigned pairings and couldn’t acknowledge anyone outside of them?? like during the fights there wasn’t much of a reunion when tex/carolina joined and then wash (and apparently not fucking doc) like idk. i was under the assumption thatvthere would be a sweet little scene where they got the gang back together

whatever man that’s everything off the top of my head. i had no expectations going in and still somehow left disappointed. i Will be making an au version that fits all the things i wanted to see

[sethisgay]

Can you do one with Eminem where you guys meet at a party and they end up kissing also can it take place in the 90s?

Eminem x male reader

Smut!!

A/n: wrote this when i was drunk, this is a mess sorry!

Note: now two things! One English is not my first language, so keep that in mind!! Two I know I will guarantee get hate for this, if you are triggered by mlm please leave so I don’t need to deal with the mental stress I’ll get from it!!! I know his name is Marshall but I’m to lazy so he’ll be referred to as em. They’re 21! I know this doesn’t make chronic sense but idc.

For: anon and @starzox

Warnings: Eminem’s first gay kiss. Takes place in the 90’s. Mentions of homophobia. Smut. Oral (r!receiving) No kinks.

Summary: in request ~

Requestlist - Masterlist

Read at own risk - I can’t cut lol

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A new feeling

Eminem’s pov:

I had know for a while that I that i had accepted that i was gay, it really had taken a toll on my life. My sexuality was something I’ve always struggled with, but I guess my mom always had known and always told me to never confess my love unless I asked for permission. Back then that felt normal, but now I think back at that time and laugh at my self for thinking it was normal.

My best friend and crush had invited me to his birthday party, per usual. He came out to me when we were 15, back then most ‘friends’ of his bullied him for it. Not me though. Friends stay loyal to each other, can trust each other. They don’t go behind their back’s, gossip about each other.

The party was on a Friday. When I got the invite I hadn’t had Thursday I had, everything that could go wrong went wrong. I slept through my alarm clock, so I woke up at 2 P/m. I missed the bus two times. And I stepped in dog shit

Y/n pov:

The first person to arrive at my party was Em, my best friend and biggest crush. After awhile the party started. Everyone was having fun, Em seemed to be having fun and I was having fun.

At one moment i felt that i had a boner, it wasn’t caused by anything. It was that type of boner. I looked around and saw Em look down at then away with mouth open. It was a non-noticeable-very-noticeable boner. Also i had a 11 inch cock.

I obviously was confused but also excited, so I signed at him to follow me, it was really busy so nobody noticed anyway. Before the party I had told everyone to stay down stairs, luckily everyone listened because when we reached upstairs it was empty.

“So, I saw you checking me out.” I said with a surprise tone to Em.

“I know and I’m sorry I should’ve told you, but I’ve had this crush on you.” He frantically said trying not to panic.

“Hey, chill. The feeling is mutual, we could take this to my room i you get what i mean.” I open the door and we walked in. I locked the door behind us. He took off all his clothes only leaving on his underwear. So I did the same. He also had a boner, looked to be around 7 inches.

I pushed him on the bed and started to make out with him. He caved in and moaned, he was surprised but continued.

“Fuck i need you so bad.” He moaned. He took off his underwear wear.

I took a moment to look at his rock hard cock. God was it beautiful.

“Can I?” I ask for concent.

“Of course birthday boy, consider it your birthday present.” He smirked while I didn’t take a second to wrap my hand around his acing cock. I jerked it off for a few minutes, hearing Em moan, groan and moan out daddy a few times.

I stopped my movements at the right time and sat next to him,I didn’t even need to say anything and Em was on his knees in front of me taking my boxers off. He looked with a drooling mouth at my acing cock, he grabbed it with one hand. He took a deep breath, he was visibly nervous.

He started licking it, with very small licks. I groaned, saying fuck under my breath. He heard that and took it as a sign and started teasing my head, until finally sucking it. “Fuck, just like that baby.” I moaned, grabbing his head and taking over control.

Moments later I heard him moaning through the bobbing sounds. I started to get more rough with my movements, looking down on him getting red. I also saw him jerking himself off.

“Nrrrghh” I hear him as he cums, making a mess on the floor. “Fuckkk I’mmm coming!” I shout as ropes of my cum shoot down his throat, painting them white.

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End.

[angelface-posts]

Need

Notes: um hi, kind of crazy that people read my writing????? I did not think that anyone would so thank you to everyone that did <33 ily all!! Also please send asks and stuff, i wanna hear ur horny thoughts.

Also I am aware how stupid fuck or die is but idc and the situation was hard to think of so sorry if it sucks but I think we are all just here to see Frank’s cock so ignore that it is very unrealistic. 

reblogs and likes much appreciated :D <3

Pairing: Frank Castle x female!reader.

Summary: Your job with Madani often includes dangerous situations and today was one of those days. Some asshole drugged you with an aphrodisiac and of course only cumming will stop a horrible fiery death, the asshole in question just so happened to be someone the Punisher was after too, will you and Frank cross that line to save each other? 

Warnings/ tags: DUBCON (cuz sex pollen, but they both want each other, even without the pollen), p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names, blowjob, masterbation (f), fuck or die lol

lmk if I missed any tags!!

MDNI !! 18+ ONLY I WILL BLOCK U

Today was supposed to be a good fucking day. You had been tracking this asshole for what felt like forever and to make it even sweeter you had an inkling that the Punisher himself was going to be there and you were going to get them both, two birds with one stone and all that. 

You did not anticipate that the asshole would have gotten his hands on some ex-military biological weaponry, god bless America, right? 

You had gone in alongside Madani but the two of you got split up when he started shooting, leaving you and him in one room together and Madani god knows where. 

“Just hand yourself in, there’s no way for you to get out and you’re making it worse for yourself the longer you shoot at us!” You shout across to him, trying to get him to come with you semi willingly. 

Before you could say anything more though, the room is filled with gas, what you assumed was just a smokescreen to allow him to get away unseen. However, in a matter of seconds you are beginning to feel faint and disoriented. You must pass out because the next thing you know you are in the arms of one incredibly strong man who is dressed all in black. 

“Frank?” you groan out.

“I got you, sweetheart, come on just a little further.”

“It hurts, Frank.” your words come out breathy as heat forms under your skin, the close proximity with Frank only making it come on quicker. 

“What hurts, darlin’? You hit anywhere?” His voice is fraught with panic.

“Not hit, it hurts down-down there.” Even with your mind full of drugs the phrase causes heat to flare in your face and you can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

He is carrying you bridal style and your thighs rub together slightly with his heavy steps, you are barely aware of your surroundings, only thinking about the desire pooling inside you. Suddenly a cool breeze sweeps across your skin making you sigh contentedly as it soothes your burning skin.

You reach what you assume is Frank’s van and he manoeuvres you into the passenger seat, leaving the door open to give you air while he pulls out his phone. 

He holds it to his ear for just a few seconds before he starts berating whoever is on the other end, the rising of that deep gravelly voice and the way the vein on his neck stands proud send you further into overdrive. 

“...so you just fucking left her there?! You thought she was gone- Madani the next time I see you, you better be wearing a bulletproof vest. What was that fucking gas anyway, she’s burning up and says she’s in pain…an ‘af’ what? Aphrodisiac? Well what the hell does that mean?... Christ. I was only in there for a few minutes, I feel alright, a little hot but judging by the looks of her it’s not as serious...”

You can only hear Frank’s replies to Madani so you can’t really tell what’s going on, not that you would be much use at the moment anway, all you can think about is the slick building between your legs and how fucking good Frank looks right now. 

Jesus, was he always this attractive? 

Yes. 

Fuck. 

How long have I had the hots for the fucking Punisher?? 

Get it together.

But he looks so good, fucking hell…

After his angry phone call, Frank walks back to the passenger side of the van. 

“Hey, sweetheart, how you doing?”

“Not good, hurts so bad Frank.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Madani said it’s some kind of drug and you need to, uhh, finish to make it go away. I’m gonna get you home, okay? And then I can ring someone for you, yeah? A partner or ex? A friend even, someone you trust. Can you try and think of someone for me?”

“Uhghg there isn’t anyone.” You groan, frustrated that he can’t see what’s right in front of him. “I-i want you Frank, please.” you’re practically whining now, with need and also the thought of Frank denying you release.

“You don’t know what you’re asking, it’s the drug talking, c’mon lets get you somewhere safer.”

“No, I’ve wanted you for a long time but I could never admit it” you would have been shy under any other circumstance but the drug was working quickly, was it a truth serum as well as an aphrodisiac?

“Jesus, sweetheart, you really don’t know what you're saying right now, you don’t want me, I can promise you that. Deserve someone better than this.” He chuckles dryly at the end, dragging a hand down his face and shaking his head slightly. 

“Stop telling me what I want Frank. I need you, I think I trust you more than anyone I know…judging from that you need me too.” You gesture to the slight bulge in his trousers. 

“That’s not- that’s not what you think.” He replies, his eyes flitting around nervously, his ears taking on a pinker hue than before. Fuck, had you just made the Punisher blush? as if you could find him any more attractive. 

“What I think, Frank, is that you were in that room too, so you must have inhaled at least some of the drug. Please, it hurts so bad, I just need you to make it better.”

“For fucks sake,” he mutters to himself under his breath before looking you in the eyes, “I just don’t want to do anything to hurt you, alright? And what if after this wears off you don’t feel the same way, huh, what then?!”

“Frank I’ll feel the same, I have felt this way for too long. If you don’t drive me somewhere else we are going to end up fucking right here in the car park.” 

He slams your door and rounds the van in a jog, throwing himself into the seat and speeding onto the main road, anxiously looking at you from time to time. 

The drug has practically taken full effect now, whereas before you could hold a semi-fluent conversation, now all you can’t think of anything but the heat curling in the pit of your stomach and the tingling between your thighs. Frank must sense the change in you because he reaches across to squeeze your arm. He meant it to be reassuring but in your drug infused mind all it did was make the fire burn more fiercely. You inhale sharply before letting out a small moan, your hips rolling in your seat. 

“Frank please!” You sob out, you’re properly begging now, all shame gone out of the window. 

“Just a little longer, sweetheart, I’m sorry, we aren’t far now.” His eyebrows are drawn together and his voice is laced with genuine concern. He has retracted his hand from your overheated skin now, resting them firmly on the steering wheel, knuckles practically white. 

Suddenly, the urge gets too much and you have to find some kind of relief. Your hand pushes past the waistband of your trousers and into your underwear, which you find completely soaked. Your wet folds feel hot and swollen, your body begging for release.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just have to- it’s too much Frank, I have to,” your words come out confused and whiny, too focused on the overwhelming feeling to be coherent. 

“S’okay, baby, do what you gotta do.” His low voice sends a shiver through you and you whimper when your eyes catch his, finding only concern and perhaps some desire rather than the disgust or judgement you expected to be there. 

Your fingers work quickly, rubbing over your slippy folds and protruding bundle of nerves. The feeling is like nothing else you have ever felt, the pleasure magnified to a huge degree. Finally you sink your fingers into your heat, a relieved sigh slips out of you and you see Frank briefly look in your direction. His eyes locked on the sight of your hand working into yourself under your trousers, and you see him shift slightly in his own seat. 

You keep rocking onto your own fingers, your chest is heaving now and your moans and whines are getting louder by the minute. 

“Fuck, feel s’good, Frank, I wish it was you, love your hands so much,” you’re not even aware of what you’re saying at this point but it spurs Frank into playing along now. 

“That so, baby? What do you like about these hands, huh?” He’s trying to help you over the edge without having to touch you himself, still concerned about overstepping boundaries. He thought that maybe if you came like this, the drug might wear off enough that you wouldn’t need him, and he would go home alone and spend some time with his own hand to work the drug out of his system too. 

“Uhhh, they’re so fuckin’ big Frank, d’you know that? Fuck, and they look so strong too, just wanna feel them all over me.” You’re so close now you can feel the rush of it coming on strong, hips moving fast against your fingers, your palm catches just right against your clit and you’re there. Moaning out Frank’s name and bucking wildly, legs shaking and closing around your hand.

“That’s it, pretty girl, there we go. Sh sh sssh, you’re alright, did so good.” He speaks to you soft and low, stealing glances at you to try and gauge how you’re feeling now, whilst also trying not to crash the van. “You feeling any better, sweetheart?” Finally he has pulled into the parking lot at his apartment.

“Need more, Frank, I’m sorry, please, I need you, need more” Your voice is just wet sobbing at this point, you can’t help but feel so overwhelmed at all these feelings. Cumming has left you more sated now, but the ache isn’t fully gone, and you just want him close to you.  

“Shsh ssh, it’s alright, gonna take good care of you, darlin’, don’t you worry.” he strokes his fingers gently across your cheek before pulling you closer and kissing your head lightly. 

He gets out of the van and rounds to your side, opening the door before leaning across you to undo the belt. If the sweet heady smell of you was strong in the van, leaning close like this makes it completely overwhelming to him, another effect of the drug. He holds a hand out and helps you out of the van, ushering you towards the building and thanking whatever god was out there that the lift had been fixed a few days before. 

Eventually you reach his apartment and he leads you to the bedroom, sparse and lacking personality for the most part, the only sign of his living there are the stack of books on the bedside table. The sheets are clean and tidy - military habits are hard to kick - and his pillow smells faintly of him once he lies you down on it. You sigh out at the warm feeling the scent gives you, pheromones enhanced by the drug making you light headed.

“What do you need, baby?” he’s lying practically on top of you, supported by one arm, leaving the other free so he can softly cup your face.

“You Frank, please, anything you’ll give me, want it all.” you’re breathless with need, practically panting under him.

He smiles softly at your heated words, his free hand moving from your face to stroke down your side before pulling at the waistband of your trousers, you lift your hips to allow him to free you of your underwear at the same time and then he helps you pull off the rest of your clothes leaving you bare to him. 

His hand moves between your thighs now, finding your clit with ease and rubbing slick, messy circles over you, a content noise catching in your throat at the relief of him finally touching you.

“So wet baby, you came so much already, huh?” His words make you moan, arching up to him, his head is buried in your neck now, leaving small kisses as he talks to you. All the while, his fingers never falter, even with your writhing under him.

“Feel’s s’good Frank, don’t stop,” you’re so lost in your pleasure that you don’t even acknowledge his question, but the wet sound of his fingers once he pushes them into you highlights just how slick you are. All he can do is smile fondly at your hazy state, kissing your cheek and the corner of your mouth, slightly in awe of the view of you under him.

The drug has been working slower on him, him being bigger and having had a smaller dose than you but he is certainly feeling something from it, heat rising under his skin and the aching of his cock reminds him that he needs to cum too. 

“These hands living up to expectation?” He smirks down at you, your eyebrows drawn together in pleasure, mouth hanging open with silent moans and pants you can’t contain. You just nod desperately in affirmation, words failing you. 

His long fingers are reaching parts of you that yours can’t seem to, pumping against your g-spot practically in time with the rapid beating of your heart. Your hips rock up to his hand, moving with his fingers and the obscene sloshing sound of your pussy is almost pornographic. 

You keep moving with him until you reach your end, hips shuddering and bucking, your moans loud enough for neighbours to hear now. He praises you through the whole thing, how good you look coming undone for him, the impossible clenching of your pretty little pussy. 

You have barely come back down as he moves himself between your legs properly now, kissing you deeply and rutting against you, you suddenly realise he still has his clothes on and the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against you. 

“Can I fuck you now, baby? Shit, that drugs some powerful stuff, I’ve never - ah fuck - never been this hard in my fucking life.” He’s still moving against you as he talks and peppering kisses to your face and lips. 

“Please, Frank, I want it,” your multiple orgasms mean the drug is just a small buzz under your skin now, instead of a roaring fire but still all you want is to feel him fill you to the hilt, stretch you out and to see him come undone just like you did. 

He makes quick work of his clothes, you don’t miss the wet patch along the zipper caused by your pussy rubbing against him. When he finally gets his boxers off you can’t help but inhale a small gasp at the sight of him. Standing proud, the tip looks almost angrily red and you have no idea how he held out this long, making sure you were taken care of while he himself was in just as bad shape. 

“So pretty, Frankie,” you can’t help the soft adoration from leaving your lips, “can I taste you?”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you tryna make a man blush? ‘Pretty’” he scoffs under his breath and shakes his head looking away from you, but he can’t help how his heart swells slightly at your praise, “you don’t gotta do all that, honey-” 

“But I want to, so bad.” You cut him off and move to the edge of the bed grasping one of his arms to pull him closer before smoothing your hands up the sides of his thighs, reaching for his cock, looking up briefly to see his nod of consent before taking the hard velvet into your hand. 

You pump him softly and he lets out a groan at the relief of your touch, hips bucking slightly as he gets used to the pleasure. 

“Sorry, can’t help it darlin’, feels so good.” His speech is breathy and strained.

“S’okay, just want you to feel good,” you reply before taking him into the wet heat of your mouth. A lot of him doesn’t fit so you work him with your hand at the same time, bobbing your head and moaning at the feel of him filling your mouth. You continue like this for a few minutes, licking and sucking to your heart's content, Frank growing more and more needy by the second. 

“Jesus, m’not gonna last, baby, I gotta be inside, that okay?” he pulls you off of him with a wet pop. Your soft please is all it takes to have him lifting you back on to the bed properly and slotting between your thighs. You’re still so slick from cumming earlier that he glides into you with hardly any resistance. You both moan out as he pushes all the way in, before stilling as best he can to check you’re alright. 

You buck your own hips slightly and he gets the picture and begins moving, his hips hardly leaving yours before snapping back to you. His pelvis catches your clit just right and with how sensitive you are it doesn’t take long for you to be nearing that all encompassing feeling yet again. 

“Goddamn, baby, this perfect little pussy. You gonna cum? Can feel you clenching around me.” His voice is strained with the effort of trying to keep composure but he manages to look into your eyes as he talks, overwhelming you in the best way, unable to see or feel anything but him. 

“Yeah, I’m so close, please don’t stop, you feel s’good.” All you can do is whine under him, clinging on to his arms for some semblance of grounding. 

He speeds up at your words, grunting in earnest, the sound of your wetness and your skin meeting again and again pushes you both to the edge. He drops down right as he releases groaning loudly against you, hips stuttering in their rhythm. You cum hard, it blindsides you, you bite into his shoulder to try and mute your moans but they seem to escape anyway. 

You lay there for a while both panting before you break the silence with laughter, you can’t help it. You’re laughing at how ridiculous the situation was and at the sheer amount of bliss that coursed through you, leaving you thoroughly exhausted and content. 

“What you laugh at, pretty girl?” He moves to lie beside you, taken aback at how gorgeous you look, fucked out and happy. 

“I don’t even know,” you smile like an idiot before kissing him, it’s mostly teeth through your smiles but it’s sweet. “Thank you. For looking after me, Frank, I’m so glad this happened, glad it was you.”

“It was my pleasure,” he jokes before turning more serious, “I’m glad you don’t regret anything, sweetheart. Will you stay here for the night? Not done taking care of you yet.”

You do stay, and true to his word he takes care of you, in a much more innocent way. Running you a hot bath and bathing you himself, cleaning your skin softly and giving you sweet kisses as he goes. He warms some clothes for you in the tumble drier and cooks you a simple pasta dish. He even changes the sheets on the bed before cuddling you to sleep, facing each other, your head tucked into his neck and his hands softly tracing up and down your back. 

Yeah, maybe today was a good day and maybe you didn’t want to put the punisher away after all…

[timmymyluv]

STARGIRL.

FAKE INSTA AU

FC: rosé of blackpink

kpop fem!idol reader x timothée chalamet

hi everyone! this is going to be my first official soc med au after my trip. sorry i haven’t posted in a while - not only fighting jet lag and trying to arrange things before my surgery (small area and of no concern but i will be out 6 weeks so im trying to do as much as i can before im bed ridden haha) 

was going to post my older drafts in order of their creation but seeing my fc girlie rosie and flo i couldn’t resist finishing this one first! hope u like this mwah

enews

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kpop idol turned actress yn ln? yn has been spotted the past few weeks on the gossip girl reboot set. while her role has not been announced as the show is tight lipped about the cast list, we wouldn’t be surprised if she bags the main character slot soon. xoxo gossip girl. 

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fans8 ACTRESS YNNNNN

fan2 oh so we’re now never getting a comeback thanks 💀

ynfan1 omg didn’t yn say gossip girl was her fav show and serena was her style icon and now she’s on the reboot we love a manifestation girlie 🌟

user123 i only imagine yn and tim watching gg together for date night 

tchalamet and we will be tuned in! 

timoyn5ever OMGG TIMO

randomuser he never comments on these things he’s whipped

user3 find me a man who hype me up like this fr

hater7 boo yn can’t act kpop idols are always flops in front of the camera they cant act she’ll give emotionless fish face

user77 ok troll move on bye

user8 not giving you a time of day bye hater

deuxmoi

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actor timothee chalamet and fiancee singer-somgwriter yn ln spotted together at an exclusive hollywood dinner last night!  

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fans7 they’re so cute i love my mom and dad

user111 not timo looking at the camera and never caught off guard

timfan photogenic king you’ll never see him miss! 

user224 and yn not giving a fuck just eating and minding their business they’re so funny i love them fr 

bpfanbase yn and timo networking and making money moves we love a power couple 

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our wedding photos 😁😌love you my wife. married 06.09.22

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tchalamet NOW WAIT A MINUTE 😡

florencepugh you snooze you lose tough guy

zendaya see when you wait too long? 

yourusername that’s right 

lauradern congrats to the love birds! 🤗

user6 NOT LAURA THINKING ITS REALL

user02 she’s probably just going with the joke kjsd

ewanmcgregor happy marriage! 

dualipa well thanks for not inviting me and not making me maid of honour 🙄

yourusername sorry it was short notice to book the venue 

user2 i love flo and yn they’re so cute so lovely i love my girls they care me 

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shine bright like a diamond 💎✨thanks for having me @/tiffanyandco tonight at the release of the new collection. 

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theweeknd my stargirl ❤️‍🔥

yourusername 🖤

tchalamet my angel

yourusername my light my love 

thatuser SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

blink194 where’s the comeback missy? 🤬

yourusername soon. 

user34 THIS IS SO OMINOUS HELLO?

usernamehere ok let’s be nice in the comments and not mean ok

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user6 yn blink if you’ve been recording for a new bp album recently

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kidcudi stunning as always

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finally timothee spotted today in nyc with his assistants and make up/hair crew! he was recently seen on his way to his new shared loft with yn in the upper east side. 

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yourusername lord he looks so good

user9 YN THIS IS NOT UR PRIV

yourusername idc i have nothing to hide he is my man and i am proud 😁

inactiveuser oh to be yn and show off your s/o as timmy wish that were me 

yourusername he's so sexc PLEASE

tchalz8 she’s just like us spazzing so real

user12 except she’s his fiancee and the love of his life 😭

yourusername had me crying in the club

user87 didn’t you just see him like last week

yourusername and? 

random9 she has a point fr

yourusername on my knees at a walmart buying groceries he's so sick for this

yourusername head in hands

user5 HE LIVES

random234 AND WE GOT A PULSE

timo.chalz was afraid we’d have to name a death time and all god i missed him so much 😭

[pokeinalover]

Hello Portal fandom

It's me again, the girl who only recently got to play the games and barely knows what's going on in here

And even in those conditions i can see that the only reason there's no portal 3 is because valve is scared of the number 3, because it's so easy y come up with an idea i did it in under 5 minutes.

So that's what I bring today! Could be some chelley drawing or something but no, I'll just annoy everyone reminding them there's no portal 3 xd

If i wrote portal 3 (but it won't be called portal 3)

A.K.A what i think would work if valve had the guts to do it

So, we know that Cave Johnson died because he thought it was a good idea to buy a bunch of moon stones and experiment with them, that they used to do the portal liquid-fluid-white-thingie and that got him sick and killed.

I'm other words: Moon rocks = Toxic for humans.

The portal liquid that Chell is exposed to for like a good few hours is made out of this stones and was still in an experimental phase when aperture went to shit, they weren't sure if it was toxic. Therefore that (and well, the few seconds she spent on the moon) could have been enough to make her sick too.

So picture me this: Chell is sick, she knows why, she had to listen to Cave's bs while in aperture, she probably also saw somewhere along the way out that there are other aperture facilities in USA (In Ohio, googled it to make sure) and she knows that there's nothing where she was and even if there is, getting on GLaDOS nerves a third time doesn't sound like a good idea. So, out of options, she decides to go to the other aperture facilities in Ohio in hopes to find a cure.

She gets there, the place is a mess and it's more ruins than labs, even worse than the facilities in portal 2, making this a more open adventure because i think it's necessary (don't worry about missing the lineal chambers and GLaDOS, I'll get to that later). There's a bunch of stuff lying around, a lot of broken tech. She picks a few things that are more or less in decent conditions, a round thingie amongst them, and connects them to a computer in hopes to get some info about what the hell to do in this place. Much to her surprise and disgrace, that round thingie that seemed to not be very functional and was scorched and broken was Wheatley, and somehow the software survived falling to earth like a meteor (somewhat blue sky way) but his hardware is basically trash. He is automatically transfered to new hardware because protocols and blablablah (maybe an update so that he can move on his own instead of having to be Carried around, that Could be neat but idk)

Chell does not want to deal with Wheatley after portal 2, obviously. She's mad, she has a right to be mad. So she just leaves. But then the roof collapses and because Chell has that habit of savings robots that she should leave to rot because they were mean to her (the turret or potatOS) she saves his ass and whether she likes it or not she's kind of stuck in this place with him.

So yeah, there's space for a Wheatley redemption arc! Because he deserves it, idc. So now they have a sick Chell and a very sorry about what happened Wheatley (but still Wheatley, you know what i mean xd) having to take the very broken and fucked test chamber route because it's the only way around the facilities to find a cure for Chell

Alternatively, because Chell would be a few days in there and i think we should acknowledge she needs to sleep and stuff, when it's night we could be back at the original aperture facilities with GLaDOS and playing as one of the test subjects that get "released" in the portal 2 coop so that we don't have to let go of GLaDOS completely but yes narratively because i know she's iconic but she doesn't really have a lot to do with Chell's life in this. (Idk if as a fundamental part of the game or a dlc, that's jus an idea i have xd). Plus we can have bits of Caro and get more into old aperture like this. This could also be disguised as Chell dreaming she's back at aperture because PTSD but she's not, it's really happening to other test subjects.

The rest of this is something i have yet to think through but so far so good i think.

And i would call this Portal Answers or Portal two sides since Valve seems to be scared of number 3!

I'll probably come back when I've thought the rest of this through

Please feel free to correct me and leave your opinion!

[bloody-frank]

Can you write a fic where Shane Walsh has a crush on reader and ends up relieving her(your choice could be fingering,fucking idc) and makes her squirt?

"stress relief" - shane walsh x f!reader

summary: shane notices how stressed you are and helps by fucking you during a supply run :)

warnings: dom!shane, rough sex, choking, squirt, walkers, anger.

words: 1542

note: thank you for the request, it’s my first one! i really liked it, i miss shane so much :(

your stomach rumbles as you clean your gun, bored and nervous; you've been looking for food on the supply runs for days, but you haven't found anything edible.

the environment in the group is tense, there are some fights lately with rick and the others, and hunger doesn't help. you feel pretty useless, and you think about how you can help. you have no close friends, you are silent but you have always been available to the group and everyone appreciates it.

almost everyone tends to ignore you: daryl is always hunting and grumpy with others, rick is often busy; there is a man, shane, who tends to be on his own.

you have seen him oppose decisions, argue, and you don't know him well but you respect his determination, he knows his stuff; sometimes, when you are near the fire, at night and alone, he sits next to you but he doesn't say anything, he just looks at you, thinking.

during the missions, you get along well, you have the same survival strategy and you are both good with weapons, but beyond the few words and the looks, there was nothing else. he's older than you, certainly at least ten years old, but you've always found him interesting... and cute.

trying to make yourself useful, you take the last two fish, caught yesterday by shane with a makeshift fishing rod, and put them on branches to cook them on the fire. lost in your thoughts, you do not realize that you have placed them too close to the flames and after a few minutes they catch fire.

"fuck! no!!"

you swear, angry, the last food gone to waste. everyone stops what they are doing, they looks at you, understanding the accident but pissed off about the food. you kick a nearby log to let off steam, you made the situation worse.

You run your hands on your forehead trying to compose yourself, shane looks at you seriously, maybe you seem to see concern in his eyes.

"I'm going to look for food." you say taking the car keys.

"alone it's dangerous, and it's late, soon it will be dark" rick approaches you, sighing.

"you're not my fucking father rick, don't treat me like a child."

you say too coldly, you are not mad at rick with you feel like your head is going to explode.

rick looks at you sadly, but he nods, and you enter the car in the driver seat; while you turn the key, the door of the car gets opened and shane sits on the passenger seat.

"what are you doing?"

you ask him annoyed, tired, you don't even want to talk.

"i'm coming with you. -before you can reply, he looks at you darkly- i have things to do, i'm not coming to be your god-damn babysitter."

you sigh, starting to drive the car to some places that have not been checked yet on your run supplies.

the trip is silent, your hands hold the steering wheel tightly, you feel so many emotions inside you that they would like to go out but you hate showing yourself vulnerable, so you just drive staring at the road.

shane looks like he's having fun, with a little smirk on his face.

"what the fuck is wrong with you? do you think i'm funny? that this is funny?"

you almost yell, even if you don't want to; he keeps looking at you, he runs a finger on his lower lip.

he shrugs, smiling.

"i like when you're mad."

you look at him confused, not understanding, "what ..?"

"i mean, you've been all nervous for days, with your quick footsteps and your frown... i like when you show your kick-ass side, walking in the campus without even give a single look to all the boys that will literally kill for one single touch of your. -he gives you a little dirty smile- we live in a fucking apocalypse, we have tough days but you don't have to blame yourself. -his eyes are getting sweeter now- you should let yourself go, and I know one thing that could make you feel better..."

his voice is lower now, his eyes go down and pass from your eyes to your body. you are speakless, analyzing his words too quickly in your head. what does he mean?

“i- i don’t...” you try to find something to say as your cheeks turns pink; you realize that you have been arrived to the house so you stop the car, going out without saying anything else, a little too clumsy.

he follows you into the home, carefull for the walkers that may be in.

“i’ve been watching you lately, always on your own.. so mysterious -he easily kill a walker that was approcing you from the other room, you do the same and some drops of blood come on your cheek, he gets closer and put an hand on your cheek, cleaning the blood with his thumb- walking with that tight shorts that you always wear like they did nothing to us men, to me...”

he sigh, looking at your lips. you are enchanted, mouth half open, legs feels weak.

“tell me you don’t want this, i’ll stop”

he says it like a last warning, trying desperately to contain himself.

“i want it..” with a tired moan, you admit; he throws himself on your lips, kissing you, as if you were his source of air. oh, he waited so long for this. he caresses your hips with his big hands, but after a few seconds he moves away; you moan, but he holds you close and takes you by the hand, walking into the house, holding you behind him and ready to kill other walkers. after making sure that the house is free, he picks you up with ease. 

"baby, I'll make you feel good. Do you trust me?”

you nod, and he kisses you, leaning you on the table of the kitchen; he gets between your legs as he quickly takes off his shirt: his muscles are perfect, strong, and you touch them with eyes full of lust.

“god, i haven’t done this in a long time”

you say a little bit scared to disappoint him.

“me too baby, i don’t care. -he cups your breast after taking off your shirt, admring you- god, you’re perfect.”

he takes your nipples in his mouth, god, it feels like heaven, his tongue twisting, biting. his touch is rough and needy, you already know that you’ll miss it.

“i wanna taste you.” 

he groans and he kneels on the floor, as if he was worshiping you. he looks at you and then tears off your shorts, looking at your glimmering cunt.

he moans at the sight, and holding your thighs open with his hands he starts licking you hard. you arch your back, finally feeling your body relax under his touch. your hands slide into his hair, pushing him into your aching pussy even more. 

“shane -you moan- don’t stop, please, it’s so good”

“i got you baby. i’m here.” 

he whispers without detaching his lips from you, alternating between your clit and your opening. you feel your juice running down your tights, your walls clenching around nothing, it’s too much.

“please! shane fuck me!” you cru out, desperate.

shane stands up, stopping for a few seconds, intoxicated by your taste and your moans; he quickly lines up to your entrance, collectiong the juice with the tip of his cock.

“you’re so cute. begging for my cock” my smiles proudly.

“god, don’t tease, please” you whine.

he nods and with a single push, he enters. god, you have never felt so full. a loud moan escapes your lips, he places a hand on your mouth and leans over your body, entering even more. 

"ssh baby, you can't be heard.” he whispers as he starts to push himself deeper. it’s not long and he is thrusting into you mercilessly, keeping your legs wide apart with the weight of his body. the other free hand wraps around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you feel that indescribable pleasure, given by the lack of oxygen.

you’re a moaning mess, you can’t think anymore. he loves to see you like this, he imagined it many times, alone, in the shower. 

you wrap your little hands around his wrist, if it weren't for his hand on your mouth you'd be screaming. his thrusts become more erratic, from his gaze and his breath you understand that he is near. 

you feel too the knot in the stomach approaching, but it’s different, more intense. the pleasure is too much, then you hear a watery noise and you can't move even if you want to: you're already squirting on shane’s cock.

with open eyes shane looks where your bodies meets, tightening his hand around you neck.

"holy shit... fuck me..." 

he whispers pushing even harder, trying to make room inside of your clenched pussy, and spilling ropes of his hot cum inside you.

you both catch your breath slowly, ke takes your hands off your mouth and your neck, tomorrow there will be bruises.

“fuck, that was hot. -he smiles- i will make you stressed more often”

[tmema]

thoughts on i know what you did last summer below the cut

reviews claim that this is a direct response to the revitalization of the slasher genre that scream provided and for what it’s worth i think it’s a very decent addition to the ever-growing number of slasher films, especially the ones i’ve seen from the 80s and 90s.

i think freddie prinze jr is like the lamest possible guy to have for a love interest let alone part of the main cast... like i didn’t care about him at all, i liked barry as a character more than him. barry was an asshole but ray was just. there? and we saw him the least, which i’m fine with but also it felt like he played a minor role compared to how much the audience saw of julie, helen, and barry.

i’m surprised at how much i liked the movie. i didn’t expect to hate it but i figured it would be fairly average and i’m pleased that it committed to its idea and stuck to it. i think it definitely earned its 100 minute runtime.

the thing i actually really, really love about this movie is how it presents its characters. these fairly normal teenagers accidentally hit a guy, think they killed him, and while juilie and helen are willing to go to the police because it was an accident and ray wasn’t drunk driving, barry immediately panics and says “our lives will be over if we tell.” despite this dumbshit idea they all go along with it and agree to dump the body into the water, and then it turns out he’s alive and then they shove him into the water when he grabs helen and then he presumably drowns. (spoiler: he does not.) starting out, it’s not very easy to sympathize with these kids. the fact that they just decide to cover it up and make a pact just makes it worse. but then the movie actually goes to show you what the consequences of this pact are. one year later - julie, despite going to school, is obviously suffering under the weight of the secret, her mother literally says she looks like death and she is visibly at her breaking point when she returns home. - helen, she was beauty pageant queen, kind of bitchy, had dreams of going to new york and being an actress, but new york didn’t work out and she ended up back in her hometown, working with her sister at her family’s store. barry tells both of them they look like shit. - and then there’s barry, who doesn’t look as distressed as them but he’s much more volatile, violent, and aggressive than what we saw in the beginning (and he had julie by the throat to make her promise to keep the secret.) and then there’s ray, the fisherman. apparently. idk idc about him.

what this movie does is that it goes to the trouble of showing us more. how julie is so close to snapping most of the movie, how helen goes home to a sister who rags on her (presumably after years of thinking she was going to make it big and she wouldn’t have to deal with her sister) and an apathetic father, how ray had to know who they thought they killed. barry gets marginally less shitty as the movie progresses to the point where he’s almost likeable, before he gets murdered. helen tells julie, “we used to be best friends. i miss you.” the audience gets to see how these kids fared after the accident and the effects of it and i think that is one of this movie’s greatest strengths. i also think the movie waiting to kill off the cast at a gradual pace rather than a quicker one seen in other slashers allow the audience more time to acclimate to the characters, which is why i wasnt actually rooting for barry’s death by the time he got killed and despite a magnificent chase scene and finale for helen, when she gets killed it feels like something slipped right out of your grasp.

i think the twist was fairly mild and it wasn’t at all gripping, i was actually confused about it because i couldn’t remember the guys’ names in this movie and i had to pause a few times and rewind to hear it right. but i think, for the movie, it was appropriate and it didn’t feel completely out of left field. i liked the finale even though it felt like it lost its spark near the end. i was kind of expecting ray to be the killer becuase it would be very ‘scream’ of them but i suppose that would be too much of a ripoff.

my only major complaint is the fact that ray and julie got back together at the end. “i love you. no one else understands me.” the fact is, my apathy for prinze aside, there was literally no basis for the reunion. no foundation, no development. we barely say ray for most of the movie. like if they would have suggested the start of reconciliation then i would have been fine with that on a narrative-oriented level.

i think the jumpscare end was... well, par for the course. i was expecting a fakeout and when we didn’t get that i was like. well ok is there another killer? did they get it wrong? idk and i dont really care, i might watch the sequel at a later date but all in all that was a very decent 90s slasher film that was surprisingly dedicated to its characters and mindful of the audience’s perception of them. i wouldn’t have complained if this movie was made longer to include more interactions between characters to further explore how the accident affected them in their lives between then and when julie returns home, but what can u do.

[vampyrismz]

15 questions and 15 tags!

tagged by @serskets !!

1. Are you named after anyone?

….Kinda! I stole the name of my own character and then changed his. Poor Atlas… lost his name to his creator much like you would to the fae. I’m Moon Now.

2. When was the last time you cried?

yesterday. i was watching downton abbey and they killed off a beloved character. watching ppl mourn her GOT ME. my last Serious cry… no clue but it was probably within the last week. i’m kinda weepy.

3. Do you have kids?

nope!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

all the time. just about constantly, i think. i rarely even notice myself doing it.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair and the general vibe of their outfit! so i guess their presentation/style. i have a difficult time learning ppl’s faces though.

6. What’s your eye color?

Brown!

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings…. i love some scary shit n angst but it’s gotta be worth it in the end.

8. Any special talents?

oh boy uhhh. i can solve a rubix cube in about a minute. i can also yo-yo and do a few tricks (walk to dog, rock the baby, around the world if i’ve been practicing)

9. Where were you born?

tennessee…. southern baby. i was also born in a hospital that keeps trying to kill my relatives. succeeded once. feels like a bad omen tbh.

10. What are your hobbies?

mainly drawing and writing i think. i keep trying to think of any other hobbies and drawing a blank… i game a lil. i’ve dabbled in some instruments.

11. Do you have any pets

YES!!! i have a cat named cheesecake. she’s silly looking. a lil smelly. head empty heart full.

i also live with family and they’ve got two cats and two dogs! so many animals.

12. Have you played/Do you play any sports?

ROLLER DERBY !!!! i played for about two years and i miss it Every Day. i often look at my roller skates and yearn for my times playing derby. did i injure my knee? yes! is it probably still fucked up? maybe! it’s worth it though idc. i got a black eye my first game and i may never have such a rush again. my captain burst into a room to stare at my face and then only said ‘gnarly.’ bitches were jealous of my injury.

13. How tall are you?

5’3… wittle

14. Favorite subject in school?

either art or math!

15. Dream job?

i don’t dream of work. i kinda wanna be able to write n make things like idk… games, shows, books, w/e. however? i cannot even finish a fic. who knows! my main dream jobs in the past have been tattoo artist or author and those Are still fun ideas.

tagging: @serendipitous-assembly @stormy-vale @ryodari @jonah2145 @nobinarynocrime

u are not 15 ppl and do not feel obliged but. tagged nonetheless.

[spacexseven]

promotion

i have an issue i cannot even THINK of ranpo without swooning i am in love♡ uhm idk if the agency has interns but idc this is now a thing >:)

cw: blackmail, abuse of authority, threats

- maybe you're just too good of an employee -

you would be lying if you said you weren't excited to be interning with the armed detective agency. after all, the agency was a highly respected organization in yokohama, and you were personally a big fan ever since you first witnessed one of the detectives solve a case a few years ago.

it was an unexplainable scenario - an extremely large sum of money, more than you ever thought you'd see in your life, had disappeared from the bank. it didn't help that once the staff were alerted about the robbery (much after the crime had actually occurred) they had imposed a lockdown on the entire building. unfortunately, you were caught up in the mess as well. after an hour of being trapped inside, the doors finally opened to let someone in - an edogawa ranpo - accompanied by another person, but at that moment, you had only seen him. he was a detective from the armed detective agency - the best detective in the entire world! - as he claimed, and after seeing him work, you had no doubts about it. there was no way anyone could come even close to him in terms of intellect. he quickly deduced how the crime had taken place, who did it, and the motive without even having to interrogate anyone, in fact, he solved the case within minutes.

even as you were being escorted out with the rest, you couldn't tear your eyes away from his inconspicuous figure. apart from his strange get-up, ranpo looked like any other person in yokohoma - however, now that you were aware of his phenomenal ability, you knew he was far from ordinary. the moment when he stood proudly, declaring to have solved the case, with his eyes gleaming undauntedly would forever be imprinted in your mind. it was impossible not to revere his confident poise.

now that you were officially an intern with the agency, you were surprised by the friendly atmosphere in the room. almost everyone seemed to be pretty casual and laidback despite the type of cases they dealt with. even though you were only helping the administration team, it was still the closest look you'd ever have to the detectives and most importantly, edogawa ranpo.

it was shocking to witness how ranpo seemed to behave - you were expecting him to be solving case after case, with no time to spare for the non-detective members of the agency - but to your bewilderment, he was pretty...childish. sometimes, you even saw the other members desperately attempt to convince him to work on a case. you hadn't expected him to be so erratic, but then again, you couldn't have deduced his entire personality from one glance years ago. regardless, you still viewed him as an admirable person. you knew he could be serious (or at least, the other staff were intent on letting you know so) when the situation called for it. nevertheless, the most startling thing you learned was that ranpo's ability - his unconquerable, superior ability - was actually not an ability at all! ranpo was...like you, without an ability, but unlike you, he had a natural talent and an unyielding mind. in the end, the revelation only succeeded in increasing your respect to him.

"[name]! can you help me?" you swivel around in your chair to come face to face with ranpo, "the chocolates in the fridge are missing."

"oh," you blink, still processing his request, "um, were they yours? i thought someone else brought it in..."

"is that so? i thought they were for me," he sighs, before he perks up "well, i still wanted to ask you something! why did you want to intern with the agency, [name]?"

"actually, it was because of you, ranpo," you admit, slightly bashful, "i'm not sure if you remember but a few years ago, there was this incident where money had been stolen from a bank, and they called in you to help. that was the first time i saw anyone from the agency and to be honest, until then i didn't really think much of the agency. i was so impressed by you and your quick deduction back then and it stuck with me after all this time too. i really look up to you, you know? i'm sure you hear this a lot but-"

you're interrupted by ranpo, "i remember that! did you work in that bank?" he appeared to have leaned in closer to you, almost too close, but you disregard it as just him being enthusiastic.

"no, i was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, i suppose"

"oh...well, am i what you expected? i mean, now that we're somewhat familiar with each other."

"you're a lot more approachable than i used to think. we're not in the same level in terms of importance, you know, but you're really nice! since the time i saw you at the bank, i've been a big fan of you! i'm glad i have the opportunity to talk to you like this."

"big fan?" he grins, "that makes me happy to hear, [name]! i won't let you down!" you laugh along at his cheery exclamations, being reminded of why everyone in the agency liked him so much.

"[name]! do you want to share this?"

since your last conversation together, ranpo had taken to clinging on to you, in some sort of way. it was normal for him to be humored by your colleagues but he seemed to expect you to constantly play along and coddle him. he had even started to share his precious snacks with you, despite never having done so with anyone else before. at the end of the day, you left stuffed full of the snacks and sweets that ranpo insist you have as well. you took the gesture to be ranpo's way of showing gratitude for your support. however, it was almost too much at this point. he demanded your attention to be on him and was constantly around you to the point where you found it overbearing, not that you'd ever tell him so. you were sure he didn't have any malicious intent behind his actions, he probably didn't even realize how pushy he was being.

"no thank you," you reply, stepping past him. today, you were oddly feeling exhausted since you woke up and didn't have the energy to cater to him.

he frowns, and asks you again, "why not?"

"ranpo," haruno says, "maybe you should leave [name] alone for a while. she doesn't seem to be feeling well."

"if she's not feeling well, i can help," he insists, "why should i leave?"

you groan and sink into your seat, laying your head on the table, "sorry, ranpo, but i don't think i should be having sweets right now."

"are you sick?"

"i feel tired," you mutter, "that's all."

ranpo glances at your worn-out state and takes a seat by you. "today," he announces, "i won't be taking any cases! i need to watch over my dear [name]."

you instantly shoot up, staring at him with a dumbfounded expression, "ranpo, please! you don't have to! i'll be fine!"

naomi pipes up as well, "i'll be here to take care of [name] if anything happens, don't worry ranpo!"

the words only seemed to upset him, and he scowls, "so you don't want me taking care of you?"

"no, it's just that...you probably have more important things to get to. and besides, i'm just tired because i stayed up late," you lie in an attempt to placate him, "i'll be okay."

"stayed up late? were you talking to someone else? [name], you know i'm the best, right? there's nobody else more important than me! you should be honored i'm talking to you."

you're taken aback by his sudden proclamation, but you know better than to deny his statements, lest you upset him, "right! i really appreciate your concern, ranpo, but i'll really be alright. you don't have to neglect your duties for me..."

he chuckles, "if it weren't for me, the city would be in chaos! everyone else is too incompetent. i guess you have a point - everyone does depend on me, after all. then, i'll see you later, [name]! i'll make sure to bring you something to make you feel better!"

you beam at him, genuinely touched, "thank you, ranpo."

today was the day. your time at the agency had finally come to an end. while you were disheartened to leave behind the comfortable routine you developed here, you knew there were so many other opportunities waiting for you, and you didn't know if staying in the agency was the right choice - or if there was even a permanent position for you, in the first place. you had shared teary goodbyes to all the office staff and detectives, and handed over to everyone some little trinket that you thought they might like as a parting gift. now, you only had to talk to the president and ranpo, who was out on a case.

for some reason, the thought of breaking the news to ranpo felt daunting. you were aware he already knew that you would be leaving eventually, but something just didn't sit right with you. you definitely noticed that he had become extremely clingy to you, especially during the last few weeks, to the point where he demanded you feed him his snacks. you were uncomfortable with the proximity of such an action, but you weren't sure how to refuse, especially when he would begin to throw a huge tantrum. it was concerning how he could whine and yell and pout without feeling even a twinge of embarrassment, but it was apparently a normal occurrence, considering how nobody else batted an eyelid at his outright mortifying behavior. in fact, haruno suggested just going along with his demands.

you were so lost in thought that you hadn't noticed a familiar figure walk in. ranpo made a beeline to you, a self-satisfied grin on his face and a box in his hands.

"[name]!" he calls out, "look! i got us some super yummy mochi! these are supposed to be reallyyy good and -" he suddenly stops, a frown beginning to form over his previously excited expression, "why are you holding all those boxes? your desk..." he glances over to see the empty table, "wait, you're leaving?!"

"i was waiting for you so i can say goodbye," you explain softly, "thank you so much for everything you've done for me, ranpo. i really appreciated having you as a friend and getting such a great oppurtunity to work with you. i've learnt a lot from you and i hope i never bothered you too much during my time here."

"no, no, wait!" he cries out, grabbing onto your arm, "you can't leave! i won't allow it!"

"but-"

"no! this agency would be nothing without me - NOTHING! if i want you to stay, you will. i won't let you leave. if...if you leave...i will too. i'll come with you and let this wretched place behind! without me, they can't continue to be an agency-" you notice some concerned glances from the other staff and you can't help but feel utterly embarrassed. what had gotten into him? you were expecting some negative reaction, but not this kind of outburst. he was seriously outraged and it almost scared you to see him so infuriated.

"ranpo, please calm down," you mumble, trying not to draw any more attention to the two of you, "can we talk about this?"

"i'm the only person you'll ever need - you said it yourself right? that you looked up to me," he seethes, still holding on to you with a death grip, "you can't leave me. you love me!"

"i didn't mean to hurt you, it's just - my internship is over, ranpo" you continue your pathetic attempts at placating him, and ignored his strange rambling, "i can't stay."

"you can - of course you can! i'll talk to the president - you've been a great help around here and we can always fire someone else if it means you can stay!" at the last line, a couple of the office staff turn to look at ranpo finally showing some sort of expression.

"i don't know..."

"don't tell me...you don't want to stay?"

"it's not that!" you immediately begin explaining yourself, "there's just so many things i'd like to try before choosing a job and-"

"but didn't you want to work in the agency? you said i'm really nice, you like being here, don't you? you like being with me!"

"i really do admire you, ranpo, and everyone here has been so nice to me, but i don't know if this is the job for me-" you gasp when he makes an unidentifiable, anguished noise, feeling your heart race and your head spin.

ranpo exhales, and stares at you unnervingly, "why don't you get it? you know, as a member of the agency, i have access to a lot of things. if i wanted to, i could ruin your life. one word from me and you'll be a wanted criminal-" you couldn't tell if he was lying but his intense gaze terrified you so much, you couldn't even try to form a response, "if you just stay with me, things won't have to end badly. you can have a nice job at the agency and you can even stay with me! it'll be so much fun, don't you think?"

you force yourself to smile, despite the tears running down your face. you were frightened out of your wits but you were more scared of what his reaction would be if you didn't agree. your tears don't even seem to bother him. he only smiles back and wipes your eyes.

"come on, let's talk to the president about your promotion! ooh, is that box for me? can i open it now? please?"

his sudden change in mood was alarming, but you decided an excited ranpo was better than a mad ranpo. as he delightedly tore apart the wrapping paper to reveal what you had gotten him, you find yourself wishing you never encountered the detective at all.

i think all the bsd characters would make for interesting yanderes i wanna write for pretty much 90% of them :(

[youandtom2]

Hello!!! Could you please do a story where reader suffers from insomnia and Tom/Peter (you choose idc) helps them get some rest??? Think this would be really cute :')))

I love your writing btw!! CONTRABAND WAS AMAZING!

a/n: ahh! Thank you so much! Contraband is also a fav of mine I have to admit. Here's a Peter Parker fic for you!

It's only ever rare that sleep comes naturally to you, even then you feel like the luckiest person in the world to have a light snooze. It was never always like this. It appeared maybe a year ago when uni work became too much for you to handle and now it's never let go. It was those dreaded words of the diagnosis that the stress began to build and build and build...

Insomnia's no joke. It's a living hell. Always living because you can't catch a break. People don't seem to believe that sleep is something that a person could miss out on, which is true, but when sleep only comes to you in short half-hour periods, the only thing you crave is a long lie in the morning, the slightly heavy feeling of tiredness you have when you wake from what feels like an everlasting sleep. Unfortunately, that isn't an option for you.

For a full year, you've noticed the bags under your eyes becoming heavier and heavier, your bloodshot eyes no stranger to your appearance and the slightness of your lanky frame has become, frankly, quite disturbing. Your therapist often tells you to work out, force your body to become tired and hopefully that will resolve your little insomnia problem. Only, it doesn't. Even testing the ability of a focussed mind doesn't have an effect; your poorly spent hours wasted solving sudokus, crosswords, general knowledge quizzes, puzzles, all from which you have gained nothing from. The only thing you can't solve though is your problem. It's worse when the early mornings arrive, following that same routine every night;

Three hours of attempting to go to sleep.

The realisation hits you that it just won't work, then eventually you get up to exercise.

You exercise for an hour every night, then hit the sofa to spend the next few hours watching a film.

Then four o'clock comes. You hate four o'clock because it's that specific point of the night where you know everyone around you is asleep except you. As if the night is almost taunting you, forcing the moon floating in the sky to shine down its spotlight on you, deliberately alienating you from the rest of the sleeping world. But in the eyes of others, the moon can be somewhat symbolic of peacefulness and relaxation, that every time you look at it you know that it's time to sleep.

You distastefully scoff at yourself knowing that you really should be in bed, building your energy for the studious day of college tomorrow. You haven’t had energy for so long, you've forgotten what it feels like to have it. After lazing about for two hours, you eventually get that one and only hour of sleep...until your alarm shrieks you awake. Dreading the very thought of it, you slide yourself out of bed feeling the icy coldness of the wooden floor beneath you escalating up your entire body. There’s nothing more that you desire than to succumb under the temptation of a deep slumber again. The amount of sleep you've had isn't enough to get through today, although you know that your mind wouldn't allow you to sleep again.

You arrive at uni with only minutes to spare, the fatiguing walk you endure to get there has burned everything you've mustered up that was intended to last the entire day. Your closest friend, Peter, pats you gently on your back just seconds after sitting down, you turn round to see the more-than-concerned look on his face again.

Peter tries his best to help you in any shape or form and to the best of his abilities. You really do appreciate the support you get from him, but as things for you get worse you can't help but feel somewhat guilty when you don't get better, like he expects you to. When his expectations of you gleaming and energetic the next day aren't met, his sorrowful eyes are the only things you face for the rest of the day. He once told you that he'd consider you as his best friend and it's more than anyone can do for you, your problem can only be manageable by some lighthearted words.

"You didn't get much sleep last night did you?" He asks, but his sense of disappointment suggests he already knows the answer. You slowly blink at him with your head hanging low, you don't want him to see the shapely bags under your eyes, nor the noticeably bloodshot eyes of yours. It's all a mess, you are a mess.

"Hey, we'll get through this, yeah?" He says. With an ignorant shrug of your shoulders and his optimism going to waste, you pan your attention to your lecturer as one hell of a day begins.

~~~~

You're finally released from forcing your mind to focus on every individual word that comes out of your dull lecturer’s mouth. What an utter bore. On your walk home from college, you notice a substantial amount of mothers - cradling their darling little babies gently in their arms - passing by. Their precious babies fast asleep, of course, with not a single distraction to pull them from their slumber and you almost scream in jealousy, once again another example of life bullying you and your mental condition.

Insomnia's like a cage: you become its prisoner confined in an everlasting cycle of being restive, desperately clawing your way out of it but to no avail, it's useless. Right now, your only beam of light is Peter. His optimism to motivate the wellbeing of your sleeping pattern gives you the slightest ounce of hope, here's hoping that it's going to be enough to get by until things really take a turn for the worst.

You reach home and immediately you begin the hours worth of work that needs to be completed and sure enough, this is going to involve energy, a luxury you don't have. With your coffee resourcefully sitting on your right you skim through each paper and quickly. Your phone suddenly buzzes...and buzzes...and buzzes....

It's Peter. He's texting you about visiting you at some point, but you discard his texts and continue on with your work.

Two hours in and a knock emits from your door. You distastefully stomp to face whoever interrupted you from your work.

Again, it's Peter.

"Oh, hi Peter. Wasn't expecting you." You lie.

"Did you not get my texts? I was just wanting to...y'know catch up?" Even Peter himself doesn't seem so convinced of his own answer. You concede, supposing you could do with the company. After inviting him in, he takes a seat on the couch, rhythmically patting a beat on his knees.

"Coffee?" You offer, heading to your kitchen. He follows you there and begins to make himself a cup.

"It's alright I'll get it, you sit." He smiles. Confused, you draw looks at him for acting so weirdly but however you comply and sit. He never usually makes you coffee, he can barely make toast without burning the entire kitchen down, never mind trusting himself with a burning kettle. He presents you the coffee and you both take a seat.

"Want to watch a film?" He asks ever so casually laying back on the couch. What's gotten into him? He's acting so...forward? You don't even know, it's not Peter for sure. You consider his question but there's an irritating voice in the back of your mind reminding you that in your room lies a bundle of work aching to be completed. He can see your eyes glancing towards your bedroom.

"Forget work, relax. Watch a film. Take a break." He demands. You watch him as he finds your cupboards of films and skims through each one, before finally pulling one out. You know how much of a film fanatic Peter is, he's bound to have chosen some classic. But, tonight, it's different. His choice of one of the more romantic films you own slightly takes you back, you don't take your eyes off him while he eagerly sticks the DVD in and presses play. He's acting strange, you can't quite put your finger on it. It's like he's come out of his shell and became...super Peter...well, slightly-more-than-your-average-Peter. Like many nights before his incessant moans to watch something by Quentin Tarantino or some psychological thriller were the bane of your life, and you didn't have a choice in the matter of what you suggested to watch. He hates lovey-dovey films. You can just hear it in the back of your mind...

"They're too cringey"

But tonight, he's adamant. As the sounds of slow and relatively relaxing sound of violins play, you surprisingly find yourself becoming engaged in the film. Peter edges his way along the couch closer to you, already his lingering scent being inhaled through your nose, until you're in contact. Giving in, you rest your head on his shoulder in a sleepy daze, your mind lacking the focus to keep up with the plot of the film, but that doesn't bother you in the slightest.

In your peripheral vision, you see Peter's strong jawline tilt slightly, as if staring down at you in awe, watching as your eyes become heavier and heavier with the weight of exhaustion.

"Here, let me..." Peter whispers, laying your head down to rest on his lap, you let him as you lack the strength to resist. All too soon, your eyes are shut and your mind simply wanders away. There's no voices telling you that there's work to be done, no concerns or worry about uni and all is silent. What's helping is the satisfying feeling of Peter gliding his fingers through your hair, you haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time.

You can feel it now. The craving of sleep finally reaching you and eventually all sound is drawn out of your ears, insomnia no longer barricading you from sleeping. But before you fall into a deep slumber, an angelic voice circles your mind, it's saying...

"Sweet dreams, my love."

[lovely-echoo]

Sleepy Bois Inc x FranBow!Reader

In-game AU

Part 1/? Pt.2

Plantonic!SBI x Young!Reader

(10/11 years old)

OneShot/Drabble(?)

Genderneutral reader (they/them) 💜

INFO; If you haven't played or seen game play of Fran Bow then you can skip this if you'd like. If you don't care then go ahead.

Summary; Basically if you've seen/played the game you should know how this goes, you take place of Fran. So you go/went through the same things she did and you still have Mr. Midnight. This takes place while Fran is still in the mental hospital and then got teleported near the SBI.

Honestly I kept thinking about this but was afraid to request it to anyone so I'm doing it my myself-

If I get any info wrong, I'm sorry! I rewatched Markiplier's game play so it shouldn't be way off.

P.s not everything is described the same.

(^ art by sunquids on twt)

CW/TW: mentions/includes of cussing, gore, death, blood, consumption of medication, sexual assault (brief mentions of Damian/The King)

Fluff/Normal

(Angst if you squint)

How you ended up there - How you met Philza and Technoblade

As you were walking around the hospital, you decided to take a pill to see if it'll help.

You watched as your vision blurred and some sort of demonic noises rang in your ears.

After a few seconds your vision cleared up, you took a look around the front desk.

The once dull and lifeless room had turned into this even duller and just plain deathly like room.

Blood was everywhere, random body parts of babies where thrown around. A skeletal figure was hung with what looked like an umbilical cord wrapped around its thin bones, it was connected to this baby covered by a blue blanket.

Just about everything looked grotesque.

Suddenly the floor ahead of you opened and this slimy black tentacle like arm grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in.

It seemed you may have passed out during your fall because you woke up to the sounds of hissing and supposedly two men.

Oh and let's not forget the killer headache causing the ringing in your ears. :)

You rubbed your eyes as you sat up, the light around you seemed much brighter than before.

You looked at the two men in front of you and then glanced down, you spotted Mr. Midnight!

His fur was spiked up and his ears were flat against his head. He seemed to be trying to protect you from the men.

Ignoring their presence you immediately scooped up your precious fur baby in your arms.

Your mind completely forgot about the fact there are two strange looking men in front of you.

A few droplets of water dripped down your (S/C) cheeks onto your (F/C) shirt/dress.

You started crying, so much happened in a short period of time and you found your cat you oh so desperately tried to find.

It panicked one of the adults. Said adult was an average tall man with slightly longer blond hair than average, he also had a green and white striped bucket hat. But what stuck out the most was the large pair of wings behind his back.

At first you thought that it was your pills fault but everywhere around you looked….

Normal?

It seemed like your meds wore off while you supposedly passed out.

But that doesn’t help or ease you at all. If the side effects wore off then how the hell did he have wings?!

The blond walked towards you slowly, like you were an injured puppy. His blue eyes roamed around your body, as if studying your every mouvements.

The other man who was beside him earlier seemed to tense up and looked at him as if he grew another head. He was on edge you assumed.

But he looked even weirder to you. He had long pink hair tied into a loose braid falling over his shoulder. Was it natural? He also had tusks peeking out from his bottom lip, they were large but not enough to be in the way. His skin seemed to be on the pinker side, it was roughed up with scars and calloused in certain areas. You noticed he had pig ears poking out his crown. Is he a king of sorts? Wait, that reminds you of someome... Oh! The king of course!

Ah yes, the king. You quite missed him actually, he was playful and let you use his cane- sword to get a key. But he didn't know about that part. You wonder if he's doing alright right know, the asylum sucks. And the shadow thing next to him said weird things to. Who exactly is the holy man? Why'd the shadow say he took off his clothes?

You couldn't dwell on it to much as you got distracted by the approaching man.

He reached out his hand to stop the winged male. “Phil-”

But the man named ‘Phil’ interrupted the crowned male by putting up his hand. He stopped his hand and let it limp to his side.

“It’s alright Tech, they seem harmless.” ‘Phil’ reassured, though ‘Tech’ nodded his head with a stern expression. There was still hesitance in his sharp red eyes.

‘Phil’ took the same hand he put up and reached it out to you. A soft and kind look in his eyes, you could’ve gotten lost in them if you weren’t careful.

“You alright there kid?” He asked, crouching down to meet your height from where you sat.

“Y-yeah, I think so…” You winced, your throat was hoarse and dry. You peered at ‘Phil’ as he took out this glass bottle with what you assumed was water.

He handed you the fragile bottle, he saw the look of hesitance in your childlike eyes. But something about them set off alarms in his head, they were dull. There’s nothing wrong with that of course! But they were too dull, at least for a mere kid.

He recognized a glint of trauma in your (Eye Shape) eyes, those beautiful (E/C) orbs had seen something they shouldn’t have. Haven’t they?

“Don’t worry mate, it’s fresh water.” He examined the way you handled the cork, you were inexperienced. He could tell you’ve never needed to do it, but why? It’s really the only way so far to keep water with you.

Did you not have any?

While he was lost in thought, you just had noticed he had an accent of sorts. Nothing wrong with it, you've just never heard of someone with it.

(^ Ignore that if you are british)

While the winged male was off in his own world the piglin hybrid watched as you sniffed the clear liquid in suspicion before letting your cat smell it as if you were looking for their approval.

To his surprise they did give it to you, the black cat nodded it’s head and squeaked out a meow. That strangely sounded like a yes- but he dismissed the thought. Probably was just the voices fucking with him.

You gulped down the water as if you hadn’t had any for months.

‘Why tf are they so desperate-’ ‘lowkey kinda concerned lmao’ ‘they look like they’d be an orphan tho’ ‘lmao maybe’ ‘idc about the kid, i want the cat’ ‘absolutely-’ ‘Nah fuck the cat, im allergic.’ ‘lol and?’ 'PFT ANY ASKERS???'

Those were all different voices speaking and overlapping each other.

Technoblade sighed as he glanced at his father, he knew him on the back of his hand. He let him be and slowly walked next to Phil and kneeled down.

“What’s your name kid?” he asked, taking the empty bottle you had handed him. “(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)/Bow.” You bluntly answered, looking at him in the eyes. He noticed how bloodshot they were, I mean you did cry not even 5 minutes ago.

"What's yours?" You questioned tilting your head a bit in the process.

Unbeknownst to you, some voices in a certain someone's head were losing their shit, squealing and chanting ‘protecc tiny bean’ over and over again.

"The name's Technoblade, but you can call me Techno." Strange name in your book but your not the one to judge. You simply nodded your head in acknowledgement.

"That guy is Philza, but you can call him Phil." He pointed his thumb to the unfocused man. Technoblade or Techno- cleared his throat.

“You’ve got somewhere to stay? Where are your parents?” “Why can’t you mind your business?”

Techno’s eyes twitched in annoyance and his teeth clenched to hold back any crude words.

Although he noticed the flash of pain in those dull (E/C) orbs of the mentions of your parents.

He sighed once again, something you noticed he did a lot. At least, so far he did.

“Look kid, do you have a place to stay or not?”

And that's how you ended up meeting your new family. . . <3

I may include a taglist if anyone's up to be tagged lmao

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Saw your asking for requests for pepa and felix. How about Pepa finding out she pregnant (any child idc) and telling felix, and a few weeks later Felix's having a hard time keeping up with pepas mood swings but loving every minute since it means they are gonna have a child.

Another request can be Felix being the one having a bad day and its Pepas turn to be with him/cheer him up. Havent seen any fics this way, usally its felix being their for pepa

Thank you!

Unfortunately, I'm going to respectfully pass on your first request, since that topic is a trigger for me. But I love the second request! This ended up being longer than anticipated, I hope you like it!

Pepa was having a wonderful day. Ever since their Casita had fallen apart, people in the encanto had learned to get by without their gifts. Even better, it had stayed their way once they had rebuilt the Casita.

As a result, Pepa had fielded far fewer requests for specific weather recently. People had discovered this wonderful thing called “irrigation” to get them through dry spells. And although Pepa loved helping, it was a relief not to have others constantly relying on her manipulating her own emotions to suit their needs.

So, instead of having to wake up at the crack of dawn in order to deal with the weather requests of the day, she had slept in. Her kids were old enough now that they could take care of themselves in the morning without her help. It was a sight to see her Tonito getting ready with birds swooping around to reach the things he needed that were too high for the five-year-old to reach. That used to be Pepa’s job. Part of her missed it, but she relished the freedom from obligations.

Once she’d had a leisurely breakfast, she swiped some arepas from the plate in the middle of the kitchen table and tucked them into her dress for later. Making sure they were secured, she went up to her room and curled up on her bed with her blanket and her novela.

It wasn’t until her stomach started rumbling that she realized how late it had gotten. She was completely engrossed in her novela; the main character and his love interest had tragically been kept apart for the entire plot, and it looked like there was hope for them ending up together at the end. Pepa wiped a tear from her eyes. A small cloud misted her gently, collecting on the blanket which she’d tented over the book to keep it dry. It wasn’t unpleasant, but rather welcome, like a summer drizzle after hours of unyielding heat.

Things had been better after they rebuilt the Casita. Not having to deal with everyone demanding sunshine or rain showers or a freaking rainbow meant she could breathe. Her control over her powers grew. The clouds that were once omnipresent whenever she was upset had shrunk even more. But intense emotion still brought them on, which was why she had to protect her novelas from the onslaught of rain that inevitably resulted from the tragic stories she was so fond of.

She made quick work of the arepas she had taken, turning to share one with Félix when she realized that she hadn’t seen him all day. That was odd. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone so long without seeing him around. He usually would love to surprise her with little affections and happy exclamations during the day. Where was he?

Pepa searched the entire Casita; tearing through each room, followed by her cloud. He was fine. He had to be fine. Of course Félix was fine, why wouldn’t he be fine, there was no reason for him not to be fine, he was fine, he was fine, he was fine. And she would find him. She would find him. She rubbed her braid, starting to worry about his whereabouts. Where could he be?

The air had become oppressively heavy, suffocating her. She had to go outside. Maybe Félix had done the same thing. If he wasn’t home, he had to be in the encanto.

She ran up and down the streets, holding up the skirt of her dress to keep the hem from trailing along the ground. Finally, she found him sitting on a bench near the river. She breathed out a sigh of relief, her cloud evaporating away. He seemed quiet, which was very unlike him, and his shoulders were slumped. Taking care not to spook him, she approached him.

“Félix?” she called out.

He turned his head to face her. A smile lit up his face, but his features immediately crumpled into the unhappy expression he’d had previously.

Pepa went and sat next to him. “Mi sol, are you okay?”

Félix gave a dry chuckle. “I don’t feel particularly sunny right now, mi amor.” He sighed, scooting closer to Pepa on the bench.

She took his hand in hers. “What’s wrong, cariño?” She rubbed her thumb along the side of his palm soothingly.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just feeling down.” He tried for a smile. “It’ll pass. I’ll be back at the Casita soon.”

The dismissal was obvious. Now that definitely wasn’t like Félix. He loved to be surrounded by people. There was hardly a time of day that they could get to themselves. If he thought she was going to abandon him just because he wasn’t smiling, he was mistaken.

“We can stay here as long as you need,” she promised, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

He turned to face her, confused. “We?”

“Well you didn’t think I would leave you like this, did you? No seas ridículo.”

“No, but I figured it would be better if you didn’t have to deal with my bad mood. You’d been doing so well lately.”

“So what, you think I would leave my husband to be miserable by himself? Is that what you take me for?” The question was punctuated by a crackle of thunder.

“I just didn’t want you to worry,” Félix said, squeezing her hand in his. “Like I said, you’ve been doing so much better lately. Fewer storms, not so many clouds. I didn’t want to ruin that for you.”

“Félix Madrigal, do you really think being around you, my husband, the one I chose to spend the rest of my life with, would ruin anything for me? I got worried when I couldn’t find you. I thought something had happened.”

“Lo siento, mi vida, that is the opposite of what I wanted. I don’t want to be the one to bring you down.”

“And you’re not,” she replied, taking his other hand in hers. “You are the best part of my day. Even if you’re not feeling good, you are still mi sol. The sun doesn’t shine all the time. You don’t have to either.”

“But-“

“Shhh” she put a finger on his lips. “You’ve helped me so many times. Let me help you.” She looked into his eyes, pleading with him.

Félix looked like he was about to argue, but he closed his mouth and nodded. “Thank you.”

Pepa smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder. “No te preocupes, mi amor. I will be here as long as you need.” She shifted from side to side gingerly. “But does it have to be on this bench? Ay, it’s uncomfortable!” The hard wooden surface wasn’t doing her spine any favors. She wasn’t twenty anymore.

Félix laughed, a real laugh this time. The sound was music to Pepa’s ears. “We can go somewhere else if you want, mi corazón.”

She smiled. “I know just the place.”

Taking him by the hand, she stood and swooped him off the bench. She ran along the river, practically dragging him behind her. For once, she didn’t care if the bottom of her dress would get ruined. Closing her eyes, she let out a whoop. She hadn’t felt this free since she was a teenager.

Finally, she slowed, coming to an abrupt stop. Unfortunately, the top part of her body hadn’t gotten the message, and her momentum led her to topple over onto the grass, bringing Félix down with her. They ended up sprawled out on the grass, surrounded by peals of laughter.

Ever the charmer, Félix took the opportunity to sneak a kiss.

Pepa smiled into his lips, pulling him closer. When she had to come up for air, she pushed him up and to the side, raising herself up to sit. “I take it you approve?”

Félix looked around at his surroundings. They were at the bottom of a small hill, opening up to a wide meadow dotted with wildflowers. “It’s beautiful. But not as beautiful as you.” He kissed her nose, causing it to fog up around them.

“Coqueto.” Pepa smacked him lightly on the arm, then snuggled up to his side. “I used to love coming up here when I was younger.”

“Really?” Félix ran his hands along her braid, not undoing it, just feeling her hair. He loved to touch her hair.

“Really,” she confirmed, bringing her hands up to the end of her braid and starting to unbraid her hair as she went on. “Whenever things would get to be too much, I’d come here to get away. It’s far enough from everyone to be able to,” she waved her hands around, “you know, have my storm without worrying about hurting anyone.”

Félix just watched her, entranced. His eyes followed the hypnotic motion of her hands crossing and uncrossing strands of her long fiery curls, over, under, around, until she had a veritable mane of hair exploding over her shoulders and down her sides. “Why did I never find out about this place?”

Pepa shrugged, shaking out her hair. “After we met, I didn’t have to be alone when things were bad. I had you.” She beamed at him, running a hand down his cheek.

He was too overwhelmed to speak, so he just nodded. “I’m flattered, mi vida. All I have ever wanted is for you to be happy.”

“And I want the same for you.” She offered him the ends of her hair to play with as she adjusted her position and practically lay down on top of him. Her eyes fluttered shut and she hummed at the sensation of his fingers running through her hair. It felt so good, but she forced herself to focus on what she was saying. “Which is why I brought you here. This was my happy place. I want to share it with you.”

“Thank you, mi amor.” Félix dropped her hair to cross his arms over her around her waist.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, savoring their closeness, before Pepa broke the silence. “Do you want to play a game?”

“A game?” Félix was confused. “What kind of game?”

“Well…” her voice trailed off as she twisted to look at him. “You know how sometimes clouds look like they have shapes and you try to guess what they are?”

Félix grinned, cottoning onto her idea. “But cariña, there are no clouds in the sky.”

It was true. For the however many days in a row, it was dazzlingly bright and sunny. Not a cloud in the sky. Just how everyone liked it, including Pepa.

“You forget who you are talking to, mi amor.” Pepa concentrated on her love for Félix, how much she cherished him and cared about him. Suddenly, a group of fluffy white clouds appeared in the sky above them. “There.”

Félix squeezed her hand. “Perfect. Now let’s see…” He scanned the clouds, then pointed to one near the edge. “That looks like a mountain.” And it really did. Peaks and ridges and all.

“Very good.” Pepa smiled, snuggling closer into his middle. “And that’s a…” Her finger wandered around the sky until she locked onto a cloud. “That’s a tree.”

“That’s right. And there’s Casita!” Félix exclaimed.

Pepa had to laugh. It was a perfect likeness of their home. “You’re too good at this,” she fake grumbled. Time to find a challenge for him… “What’s that one?” she pointed.

“That’s a capybara,” he answered confidently.

“A capybara? Are you out of your mind? That’s clearly a donkey.”

“A donkey? What are you talking about? That’s obviously a capybara. Look, it has a snout, and a body.” He pointed out the features on the cloud.

“So? Donkeys have those too,” Pepa said defiantly.

“Well where’s its tail, huh?”

“Its tail?” Pepa closed her eyes, concentrating.

“Ah, ah, no cheating. You can’t change the cloud just because you’re wrong.”

“I’m wrong?!”

“Yes you are.”

“Look, it is clearly a donkey, I-“

“No, you are wrong, plain and simple. Do you want to ask Antonio? He’s the animal expert.”

A stormy expression crept up on Pepa’s face, with a crack of thunder to match. “Do not bring our Tonito into your tonterías.”

“So you admit you’re wrong?”

“I admit nothing, because I am not wrong.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Félix raised his hands in defeat.

“I do say so,” she insisted, a lot more surely than she felt. She wasn’t even sure why she still cared at this point, but it felt good to be concerned about this instead of something serious.

“Okay…” Félix’s hands crawled up her sides and began to tickle her mercilessly.

“Oh now who’s cheating?” She demanded in between screams of laughter.

“Still just you, mi amor.”

Pepa couldn’t respond, the tickling overcoming her and leaving her breathless. “Stop, stop, I need to breathe,” she panted, tears now rolling down her face.

He stopped immediately, bringing his hands back to her hair. “Your hair is so beautiful,” he said, watching his fingers disappear inside a waterfall of red streaked with gold.

Pepa could have just sat there and let him play with her hair all day. In fact she would have, but she felt a chill creeping into the air. Sure enough, as she opened her eyes, she was met with a molten sun sinking over the horizon. “Are you feeling better, mi sol?”

“I am. Thank you, mi vida.” He leaned over to kiss her.

Once again, she had to fight the impulse to just stay here with him forever. “It’s going to get dark soon,” she pointed out. “As much as I can do, I can’t keep the sun up indefinitely.”

Félix groaned. Clearly he was as enthusiastic about leaving their little haven as she was. “If we must.” He looked around for Pepa’s ribbon, discarded somewhere in the grass earlier. “Let me fix your hair.”

Pepa sat there, sighing contentedly, as his fingers flew through her hair, weaving it back into the braid she had worn earlier. “Thank you.” She rewarded him with a kiss. “Now let’s go.”

They ran back, holding hands and hoping they weren’t too late to dinner.

Translations:

mi vida: my life

mi amor: my love

mi sol: my sun

mi corazón: my heart

cariño/a: dear

lo siento: I’m sorry

no te preocupes: don’t worry

no seas ridículo: don’t be ridiculous

tonterías: nonsense

coqueto: flirt

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nct dream reaction to their s/o kissing their neck

request: none genre: fluff summary: how do the members of nct dream react when their s/o kisses their neck (in a very innocent, soft way lmao) warnings: none a/n: shfjdsjshdjd this was my first time writing a reaction, i hope y’all enjoy and that it doesn’t suck too much lol. it’s really long XD like i just got more and more carried away fksdhksd

➳ mark

well

this boi loves to kiss your shoulders

i just know it i’ve also seen it in like fifteen different posts but that’s not the point lmao

anyways, this time you wanted to try it instead

so you were hugging

and he kissed your shoulder like he usually does

and then you pressed a soft kiss on the skin where his neck meets his shoulder

to put it simply, he melted

he loved it so much, like so much, i cannot stress this enough

he pauses; in shock, but quickly recovers and hugs you even tighter 

he has the the softest, most adoring little smile on his face (along with a light blush cuz he’s kinda a shy baby haha)

then i think that he’s pull away just enough to press the sweetest kiss on your lips 

because that little kiss you gave him made his heart overflow with so much love that he just had to

now you both regularly kiss each other’s shoulders/neck and it’s just really cute hehdhdj

bonus: when you like actually kiss his neck (rather than shoulder) he gets so frickin soft and flustered and blushes like crazy but he really really loves it lol

➳ renjun

so he was drawing/painting like the talented artsy boy he is

and you were kinda just hanging around on the couch a few feet away

you were bored, but for the moment content with just watching him be talented and pretty

the way that his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he carefully put in the details was just so adorable

so adorable that you had to do something about it

that something entailed standing up and quietly walking up behind him

at first you just admired his art for a moment, something that he was used to you doing

but gosh he was just so endearing

so you leaned down and around, gently kissing the side of his neck

this boy froze

he could not, for the life of him, suppress the smile that started to grow on his face

his dimple popped out

and he tried not to freak out

but his blush was so evident like boi-

and again, he was just so cute, so you kissed his neck again

and this child is just about to combust because of the sheer amount of hearts and uwus inside him 

so he angrily slams his drawing utensil on the table and attacks you with kisses all over your face

➳ jeno

you were snuggling with jeno on his bed

and it was already very very soft and adorable

he was laying on his back reading a book and you were like halfway on his chest

and obviously you love jeno too much for your own good

so you wanted to kiss him

but you’re also a lazy child just like me, so you settled for kissing his neck

you just tilted your head up slightly and gave his neck a cute little smooch

you could feel him tense slightly in surprise and pleasure but this little fricker pretended to keep reading his book

but you looked up at his face and his eye smile was so big that you were sure he couldn’t even see a thing, much less read the words on the pages

so you smooched his neck again and there was absolutely no way that he could resist you

he set his book aside and wrapped his arms around you, pressing the most loving big kiss on the top of your head

he gave you another kiss

and another

and a n o t h e r

because he’s fricking whipped for you and then makes you tilt your head up so he can kiss your lips too

so in case you couldn’t tell jeno liked it when you kissed his neck

➳ haechan

this little--

istg he’s gonna be the death of us all

so you were sitting next to donghyuk; both of you doing some sort of work

and you finished first, so you kinda just sat around, very bored and wanting some entertainment

of course this baby boi loves to tease you

so you were like

“i should tease him back”

by kissing his neck

and you probably knew by then, that kissing his neck would not be his loss, would not act as teasing for him, but rather would backfire on you

but like i said, you were bored and you wanted some attention, so you leaned over

and kissed his adorable little neck

this babe freezes, turns to look at you, and just smirks

“awwww my baby can’t live without my affection for just five minutes, can they?” “you know you could just ask if you want me to kiss you. no need for these obvious hints”

and of course you mentally facepalm but you knew it was coming

besides it was cute because he was actually blushing

and he would never admit it but that made him really happy and soft

he ends up pressing the sweetest kiss on your forehead before turning back to his work (that he can’t focus on bc all he can think about is how much he loves you)

➳ jaemin

so this baby hadn’t seen you in a few days

and by his texts you could tell that he really missed you (and you ofc missed him a bunch too)

so you decided to go surprise him at the company building while he was practicing

you asked renjun and jeno to help you surprise him a bit, so they made sure that he knew you weren’t coming and that he’d be there when you come

you got there safely and successfully yay and headed to the practice room that jeno told you they were in

you walked in and were very happy to see the jaemin’s back was to you

so you motioned for the boys that noticed you to be quiet and ran up to jaemin, attacking him with the biggest back hug

but THEN you decided to kiss the back of his neck

he was already dying of happiness when he felt his arms around you

and that little kiss just sent him over the edge with love and joy

he MELTED OK HE MELTED INTO YOUR ARMS

it was like all the stress and any negative emotion inside of him just melted away and he just felt so touched by that little kiss from you

especially because he’s the one who usually initiates physical affection

i think he’d actually get slightly emotional, especially if he had a hard/tiring day

is just overwhelmed with gratitude for you uwu

turns around and hugs you so tight and won’t let go of you for the rest of the week day

➳ chenle

honestly who knows what you two were doing

you were messing around with each other per usual

but you got tired lol

so you kinda just found yourselves tangled up on the ground

you were probably giggling like maniacs

and you were just so happy and in love with chenle that you had to smooch him

but like i said you were kinda just a mess of tangled up limbs

so you couldn’t reach his face

therefore, you opted to kiss his neck, which was just in reach

you gave him a big, dramatic, adorable smooch right on the front of his neck and above his collarbone

when i tell you he smiles so wide? i mean he smiles so. frickin. wide.

the biggest grin adorned his face and he lets out the loudest, happiest, most pleased laugh in the world

is really just beyond happy

he literally asks you to do it again

so obviously you do

and he freaks out again

spends like fifteen five minutes trying to get untangled from you so that he can kiss you all over and hug you into oblivion

just adores it when you kiss his neck and wants you to do it all the time

➳ jisung

so you were sitting in this baby’s lap

(which made him extremely flustered at the beginning, but once he gets used to it he actually adores having you on his lap, like idc if you’re taller or bigger than him in any way, he loves it)

you were kinda just chillin on a couch, probably both looking at your phones

it was just very soft cuz he had his arms around you and you were all curled up against him

jaemin probably walked in and threw a blanket on you, as well as took fifteen thousand pictures of you without you noticing somehow

anyways, you kinda just looked at his face and were like

“dang my boyfriend is so cute and i love him more than anything in this universe” as you should

so you were like

time to initiate some sort of other physical affection to make him extremely flustered

you’d never kissed his neck before and now was the time to do so

so you reached over and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss on the side of his neck right below his jaw

as we all expected, he f r o z e

he became a block of hecking ice idc if it was in the middle of summer tho that would make jaemin putting a blanket on you slightly odd but we can ignore that

basically he was just really flustered and a blushing mess but it most definitely makes him very happy and smiley

ok does anyone know how to fix the stupid formatting/spacing error thingy it does for bulleted stuff that it does in the app?? lol