#so if it looks like there's weird typos or words missing or whatever then that's probably why

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distractions | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 1.1k

⇢ WARNINGS: cute couple content, they drop the 'l' word guys, n*pple piercings n sucking bc u know... fixation lmao, v suggestive but no actual sm*t, finger sucking lol, the love is requited :')

⇢ SUMMARY: jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.

⇢ NOTES: ugh i missed them dearly!! will be putting out more drabbles soon, but i'm currently trying to focus on my other wip!! i haven't posted anything in so long so i wanted to share this with you guys! school n work is hectic i already feel swamped pls be patient with me :') i miss having time for a hobby lmao!! anyways, i hope you enjoy and let me know ur thoughts! love u <3 also apologize if there's any typos or weirdness, this wasn't beta'd!! if you haven't read practice yet, pls read before this!!

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

“Kook, look up! How many times do I have to tell you?” 

Four months into the relationship and his attention span, or lack thereof, never ceased to amaze you. With a frustrated groan, you place the pointy end of your Sailor Moon brush between your teeth before gripping his chin and turning his wandering gaze back to you. 

“Bambi, I’m looking up!” He yell-laughs, doe-eyes wide and sarcastic as they bear into you, equally frustrated. You can already see the concealer you applied just a few minutes ago creasing. Dramatically, he karate chops his tattooed arm towards the ceiling, paralleling your scantily clad frame straddling him. The sudden jump has you shifting against his crotch deliciously. Now’s not the time for fooling around, though. You’re determined to put the cute brush set Jungkook randomly gifted you a few weeks back to good use, starting with giving your sweet boyfriend a full beat. “This is up! What other direction is up?”

What an asshole. 

You pop the pink plastic out of your mouth, taking an annoyed chomp out of his annoying fingers. It's playful, of course. You mean, you’ve just got done with a whitening strip, after all…

Jungkook takes the opportunity to shove his digits further past your glossy lips, reaching down just enough to feel your throat constrict, then pulling back. He stares up at you with the cheesiest fucking grin, clearly pleased with himself.

“You’re mean,” you cough, wiping the drool at the corners of your mouth with the back of your hand.

“No you,” he counters, pinching your cheek patronizingly. “I love you, though.”

One month into the lovey-dovey phase of the relationship; that one where the initial butterflies fly away and you’re left feeling like ‘wow, maybe this is a forever sort of thing,’ and you still feel lightheaded every time Jungkook murmurs those three words.

“I love you, too,” you coo, reaching down to adjust his teddy-bear headband. Jungkook’s been growing his hair out. This was his last semester and he was determined to go out with a bang. For whatever reason, he had decided that bang was a mullet. You remember how confused you were when he showed up at your dorm at 3am, drunk off Fireball and excitement, asking you to cut his hair. You thought the request was outlandish and foolish, but you did it anyway, in your bathroom with eyebrow scissors. It came out a teeny bit crooked, and a tiny bit choppy, but Jungkook loved it, staring at his reflection with a big bunny smile and starry eyes. “But baby, this-” you tap on the headboard behind him, “-is up.”

He squints his eyes in defiance before complying. Ah, you’ve trained him well. A very good boy, indeed.

You’ve spoken, or thought, too soon, because after a few swipes of the plush bristles, a high-pitched ‘Appa!’ from your phone, leaning against your Kuromi makeup bag on the nightstand beside you, draws his dark pupils back to the cartoon. 

“That’s it,” you huff like an overwhelmed mother of three, yanking the device out of his sight. “Say goodbye to Aang. You’ve lost your Avatar: The Last Airbender privileges.” 

“C’mon, seriously?” He laughs while lunging forward, attempting to wrestle the phone out of your grasp. Giggling wildly, you toss it on the pink shag rug below you, out of his reach. The movement almost sends you toppling over. Luckily, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Bambi, you know I’m easily distracted.”

“But you said I could do your makeup,” you pout, batting your lashes at him.

“I know, I-”

“Don’t touch!” You shriek, preventing him from rubbing his eye.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes through a chuckle, holding his hands by his head in defense. “Maybe I…” You deadpan him as his eyes scan around the room before, not so subtly, landing on your chest. Cocking his head, he tuts his tongue and grips the hem of your shirt. Shamelessly, he stuffs the nearly transparent material into your mouth, exposing your bare breasts. “There, just like that,” he whispers, warm palms grazing up your torso to cup them, thumbs grazing over your little diamond heart jewelry. You gasp at the touch. “You know, I still can’t believe you actually got ‘em’.” Neither could you, honestly, but if there was one thing Jungkook has taught you, it’s that sometimes, you need to step out of your comfort zone. Take risks. Especially when it results in the cutest little nipple piercings. “So fucking sexy…”

You feel his forming bulge poking against you. God, do you want him. But even Jungkook’s dick couldn’t derail you from the mission at hand. Raising an eyebrow, you lift up the makeup brush.

The tits really seem to keep him preoccupied. With a hand on his cheek, you feel his mouth hollowing, sucking your nipple gingerly as you lean over him and fill in his thick brows. Obviously, it’s a bit hard to focus. Every now and then, you have to tug his hair to redirect his nibbles back down to soft licks. 

“Okay,” you announce, letting the shirt fall from your candy-coated lips and sitting up, “what color?”

Out of the entire thirty-pan rainbow eyeshadow palette you’re holding up for him, he lazily points to the darkest shade in the top color. His favorite color, of course; black. You should’ve known. Your lips scrunch to the side in contemplation. Jungkook would look so yummy with a smokey eye.

So you blend and blend away with blacks, whites, and grays. Shockingly, your boyfriend manages to stay still throughout the entire process. You’re proud of him, really. He’ll definitely get rewarded afterward. And you were right, the final product is absolutely delectable. 

“Baby, your eyelashes are stunning!” You swoon. “And the smokey-eye looks so so so good with your eye shape.”

Silence.

“Jungkook?” You lean forward, gripping his shoulders and shaking softly. Nothing but the sound of faint snores reaches your ears. The little fuck fell asleep. No wonder why he’s been so good. You laugh in disbelief, picking your phone off the floor and snapping a few pictures to show him in the morning. Reaching into your drawer, you take out a couple makeup wipes and start cleaning him up. You loathe makeup wipes and only keep them for emergencies, but Jungkook looks so peaceful that you can’t bring yourself to wake him.

Next, you snuggle beside him with a spare blanket, unable to yank your comforter out from under his thick, muscular thighs. He stirs when you gently pull off his headband. “I love you…” he mumbles, still half asleep. It’s as if the emotion is so ingrained in his subconscious that they bubble to the surface, even when he’s sleepy and incoherent. 

And you feel the same exact way. 

“I love you, Jungkook. Goodnight.”

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Nicotine Stains | Pt. 2 ༉₊˚✧

Modern!Kylo x Fem!Reader AU

➴ Summary: As your relationship with Kylo grows behind closed doors, so does your worry and confusion about what exactly you are to him.

➴ Part One

➴ Word Count: 5.2k

➴ Warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, dom!kylo, modern!delinquent!kylo au, smoking, swearing, quite a bit of angst, kylo is a stupid man who doesn't know how real relationships work apparently, he also doesn't know what communication is, reader is in her head about it, mutual pining, finnpoe my loves make an appearance (its canon to me idgaf), fluff, kinda hurt with comfort, SMUT (unprotected PiV sex, car sex, softdom!kylo, kinda breeding kink ?? oops), typos probably

➴ Taglist: ( @enviedear @capitanostella @teapartydreams @beautifulbluejay @mochiseni )

A/N: im alive !!!!! holy shit i promised this would be out in like november. oops. the writers block has been so real im sorry. now that i have this out though, chapter two of growing pains will be coming next !! i promise i didn't abandon that.... anyways i hope you enjoy !!

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You impatiently sat, knees tucked beneath you and head resting on the back of your family’s couch so you could look out the window. The men in your life had been away for a week and a half, and while you couldn't deny having Finn out of your hair for once was like a peaceful vacation in itself, you missed Kylo like crazy. Having to look at his sleek, black Charger parked in front of your house every time you looked out of your window didn't necessarily help either.

When he told you Finn had asked him to tag along on their annual camping trip, you couldn't help but laugh. The image of Kylo trying to fit his tall, broad frame into a tiny shared tent with your father and brother was too hilarious to you.

"What’s so funny, kid?" He had laughed back at you.

Usually, Poe was the one to go on those trips with your brother and father, but with him away at pilot school, Finn had been lonely recently. He wasn't expecting himself to take it so hard, but gods did he miss Poe. Despite missing Kylo, you were glad he agreed to go and keep Finn company. Your father, of course, was also overjoyed to hear that Kylo would be joining.

Your eyes lit up as your father's beat-up car pulled into the driveway. You watched as they unpacked the car and exchanged words you couldn't hear before Kylo parted ways and headed to his car with his bag hanging off his shoulder. When he reached the driver's side door, he noticed you in the window and gave you a subtle wink before getting into the Charger and pulling away. 

Part of you was expecting... hoping for him to come in, but you should have known he wouldn't. It's not like your family knew of your weird relationship that had been blossoming for the past month. You couldn't help but still feel a little disappointed, you hoped maybe he would have just said fuck it and come in and kissed you. Maybe he didn't miss you as much as you had missed him? Your heart sank at the idea. 

The mixed signals Kylo had been giving you were starting to give you whiplash. One minute he would be in your room treating you like you're the only person in the world who matters to him, and the next he'd be standing in the kitchen talking to Finn or your mother, not even giving you so much as a glance. 

The thought of asking him about what exactly the two of you were honestly made you wanna die. You didn't want to come off as clingy and ruin whatever it was you had, but the twinge of hurt that came with every time he ignored your presence was starting to become… too much. 

You sighed and walked upstairs to your room, feeling defeated. You practically collapsed in your chair before putting on your headphones and starting on some schoolwork, attempting to think about anything but Kylo. 

A thump muffled by the music in your ears broke you from your calculus-induced trance. When you turned around in your chair you were met with Kylo on your bedroom floor, who you assumed had just fallen through your window. You giggled at him, pulling your headphones down to rest around your neck. 

He groaned before sitting up and smiling at you. "I meant to do that." 

"Sure." You laughed, getting out of your seat to join him on the floor.

Kylo leaned against the wall, pulling you into his lap. He gave you a quick kiss before pulling away and looking down at you with those pretty brown eyes you can never seem to get enough of these days. "I leave for nearly two weeks to go into the middle of nowhere, and I can't even get a text from my girl when I get home?" He asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

You felt the warmth creep across your cheeks at the way he called you his. "I got carried away with homework, I didn't even realize what time it was." You glanced at the window behind him, noticing the dark indigo hue of the sky.

Kylo smiled, peppering small kisses down your jaw. "What were you listening to?" He lightly tapped your headphones with his long fingers. You took them off before carefully placing them over his ears. "Chevelle? I see my good taste continues to rub off on you kid." He grinned.

"Don't be so full of yourself. My dad loves Chevelle, I got it from him." You laughed, taking the headphones from him and tossing them into your chair. Kylo smiled before standing up, taking you with him, and setting you on your bed gently. His kiss was needy, and he slowly pushed you backward until you were lying down.

He pulled away, out of breath slightly. "Do you know how much I missed this? You were on my mind every night I was there... I couldn't even jack off because we were in that stupid tent..." He paused, shutting his eyes. "You didn't hear that." 

You giggled. "You jerk off thinking about me? Are you obsessed with me or something?"

Kylo laughed, rolling his eyes. "You idiot." He attacked your face with kisses that tickled, causing you to let out a half scream. "Shhh kid, your mom's gonna think you're being murdered up here." 

As if he had summoned her, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. Kylo quickly stood up from your bed, rushing over to your closet and maneuvering himself inside before shutting the door quietly.

You shook your head at him, stifling a laugh and taking your seat back at your desk, pretending to look like you were doing something. "You can come in." 

Your mother opened the door with a soft creak. "Were you talking to someone?"

You quickly fabricated a lie. "I was just on the phone with a friend from my class." 

Your mom nodded, briefly glancing around your room. "I actually came up here to tell you to ask Kylo if he's coming to dinner on Friday. I meant to ask when they came home earlier, but he left so fast I missed him." 

Your hands felt sweaty. Why would she ask you to ask him? Did she know? "Why wouldn't you ask Finn to talk to Kylo?" 

She leaned on the doorframe slightly. "Well he's been driving you to and from class a lot recently, just ask him for me tomorrow would you? And you better make sure to thank that boy for driving you around! It's very nice of him."

It took everything in you to hold back the laugh that threatened to surface. You just knew Kylo was doing the same. "Yeah, I'll ask him." You had almost forgotten you had class in the morning. Fuck.

"Thank you. Goodnight, I love you." She began to shut your door. "Remember. Tell him thank you." 

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, I love you." You laughed as you listened to her footsteps disappear down the hall.

You leaned forward in your chair to open your closet door. Kylo chuckled softly. "Is there something you needed to say to me?... Sorry, I couldn't hear the conversation very well with this door in the way." He smirked, taking a step towards you. 

"Oh shut up." You smiled back at him. 

He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his long arms around you. Your face pressed into his shirt, the smell of blackberries and pomelo from his cologne filling your senses. "It's fine, you can thank me in different ways." He whispered into the top of your head.

You giggled nervously, feeling your face get hot again. "Yeah?"

Kylo took your face into his hands and leaned back as if to study you. "Yeah..." He smirked. "But not tonight, you have class tomorrow, remember?" He kissed you again before letting you go and making his way towards your window. 

You groaned at him. "Why not just stay the night?" You asked sweetly, following him.

He smiled down at you with adoration. "What, so we both wake up late and you miss your class? Your parents would hate me." Kylo smirked

My mother and father could never hate you, stupid.

"Fine." You sighed, not having the courage to argue.

He leaned down and kissed you again, deeper this time. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?" 

"Okay." You said it so quietly you weren't sure if he even heard it. He ducked out of your window, shutting it quietly. You watched as he climbed down and went to his car in the darkness. Once his tail lights had disappeared at the end of your street, you collapsed onto your bed, allowing your body to succumb to sleep and silence your racing mind. 

Friday afternoon, you sat at the table in your overly warm kitchen, trying to finish some classwork as your mother cooked. The sound of the doorbell made your heart leap out of your chest. You'd been anticipating today all week and while you were hoping it was Kylo at the door, a part of you was also hoping he'd show up late so you wouldn't have to endure getting ignored by him so much.

You heard your dad open the door. "Hi Son, what a pleasant surprise!" You felt your palms get clammy. "Finn! Come down here!" Your father shouted up the stairs. You craned your neck to look around the corner and see who it was, hearing Finn's quick footsteps as he made his way down the steps. 

It was Poe. He stood in the foyer, dressed nicely but still wearing that worn, brown leather jacket he always wore. He held a bouquet of orange and white lilies. You smiled, those were Finn's favorite. 

"Poe!" Finn nearly knocked Poe over with how quickly he hugged him. "You said you wouldn't be back until summer!" 

Poe wrapped his arms around him, laughing. "You know I had to surprise you." He pressed a kiss to Finn's forehead. "Hey, don't crush the flowers, they barely made it on the trip down here." 

Finn pulled away, beaming at him. He took the flowers into his hands before kissing Poe.

You looked at your mother, who was grinning almost as wide as Finn was. "Aren't they just adorable? When you find someone, they better treat you as good as Poe treats Finn." She smiled at you. You gave her a weak smile back and nodded, looking back at the textbook in front of you. 

You couldn't help but wish Kylo would do that. Showing up at your door with flowers, instead of sneaking through your window no later than 11 pm to smoke weed and fuck. It wasn't like your parents wouldn't approve of him... they have always adored Kylo for no reason at all. You attempted to focus on the pages in front of you, it was ridiculous to dwell so deeply on a man you weren't even actually sure was yours.

Kylo showed up fashionably late of course. Your mother beamed at the sight of him standing in the entryway. "Kylo honey, I was worried you weren't going to come. Go ahead and sit." 

He smiled sweetly at her. "You know I wouldn't miss your wonderful cooking for anything." To your surprise, he took the seat right beside you, something he never does when he's over for dinner. 

Other than small glances, Kylo did not acknowledge your presence at the beginning of dinner. He mostly caught up with Poe and talked cars with your father. As you picked at the food on your plate, you felt a large, warm hand rest on your thigh. When you turned your head to look up at Kylo, he seemed unphased, deep in conversation with Poe.

"How is pilot school treating you, man?" Kylo asked, his one hand inching further up your thigh as he took a bite from his fork with the other hand. 

You felt warmth creep across your cheeks as you clenched your thighs together, causing his grip on you to tighten slightly.

He cannot possibly be serious? The fucking dinner table?

You looked at him again, chewing on the inside of your mouth and attempting to relax as much as you could. Kylo glanced down at you briefly, a sly smirk playing at his lips and his pupils large. He turned back to his conversation with Poe as he inched his long fingers underneath your skirt, brushing them against your clothed cunt.

You felt a moan threaten to escape your lips so you pretended to clear your throat, causing Kylo to fight back a grin. He was enjoying this way too much... This was all too much. You quickly grabbed his hand in an attempt to keep him from going any further. Thank god for your mother's tablecloth or everyone would have seen what was happening. 

You weren't sure what it was, maybe the obvious flush on your face, but your mother had noticed something was up. "Is something wrong sweetheart?" 

You tried to think of something, anything reasonable to say but your brain felt so foggy. 

Oh you know, Finn's best friend and so-called 'angel' in your eyes is playing with my cunt under the dinner table but doesn't have the decency to take me out on a date, no biggie.

"I'm fine, it's just really hot in here." You managed to get out, fiddling with the neck of your sweater. Kylo had removed his hand which was now resting on your knee. You sighed, silently thanking the gods of every pantheon you could think of. Moaning in front of your entire family at dinner wasn't exactly ideal. Despite the wetness growing in your panties, you wanted nothing more than to strangle him right there.

The rest of dinner was a blur, and at some point, Finn, Poe, and Kylo had disappeared to the basement, most likely to drink and play video games. This allowed you to sneak away to your room, the noise from the TV downstairs dissipating into a soft murmur as you shut your bedroom door behind you.

-

"FINN! I'm getting obliterated over here and you're on the other side of the map fucking around!" 

"I'm literally almost there calm down!" 

Kylo sat on the couch, listening as Finn and Poe bickered over the game they were playing, loud gunshots and explosions emanating from the television as Poe was, in fact, being obliterated. 

His knee bounced up and down nervously. As much as he enjoyed seeing Poe again and playing video games like old times, all Kylo could think about was seeing you again. 

You had seemed a little off today, did he do something wrong?

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, taking a few minutes to type, delete, and retype his message to you, finally deciding on something lighthearted. 

Kylo: where'd you disappear to kid? you're missing out on some riveting gameplay down here.

The blue glow of his screen illuminated in his hands a few minutes later, and he felt a wave of excitement course through his body when he saw that you had responded. 

♡: i forgot i had a paper i needed to finish.

Kylo frowned at his phone, it was 9:30 pm on a Friday. Surely he had done something to upset you. He sighed before trying to formulate another text to send back to you.

Finn’s voice pulled him from his anxious thoughts. “There are more beers in the garage, I’ll be right back.” Kylo watched as he kissed Poe quickly before sprinting up the stairs.

“So,” Poe started, leaning closer with a grin on his face. “Any new girls or are you still fixated on your best friend's sister?” 

Kylo groaned, knowing this would come up. “That was in middle school, I wouldn’t have told you then had I known now you’d still be bringing this up years later.” He laughed nervously.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Ren.” Poe laughed. “Elementary, middle, high school… Hell, four months ago before I left, you were talking about her.” He shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth before continuing. “I don’t know why you won’t just go for it. Their parents already love you, I don’t think it’ll be a big deal like you think it will be.”

“You don’t get it Poe, they like me as Finn’s friend. She’s in college and I have nothing ahead of me except a court date for a speeding ticket next week. But if you must know, we’ve been… talking and hanging out for the past month and I’m pretty sure I’ve already made her mad at me so… yeah.” Kylo said tiresomely. 

Poe’s eyes lit up. “What the hell dude? Were you just not going to tell me-”

“We got lucky, there was only three left.” Their conversation was cut short, to Kylo’s relief, by Finn coming down the stairs holding three crisp cans of beer, the condensation leaving a damp mark on the front of his shirt.

“I was actually about to head home.” Kylo said, standing from the old, sunken couch. 

Finn groaned in protest, setting the cans on the water-stained coffee table. “Just stay for another game or two, I’ll let you take my spot.” 

“Yeah, just another game or two.” Poe chimed in, his eyes wide, silently pleading with him to stay in hopes Kylo would tell him more. 

“Sorry guys, I’m just really tired tonight.” Kylo shot Poe a look. “I’m coming back over tomorrow.” With Finn’s back turned momentarily, he took the opportunity to mouth “Drop it.”

“Fine, but no flaking out on us or we will drag you out of your home.” Finn smirked.

Kylo nodded in agreement, laughing slightly, before making his way up the stairs into the kitchen. Your parents had already gone to bed, the refrigerator humming and ticking clock being the only noise that filled the quiet darkness. 

He silently made his way up the stairs to your room, taking a breath once he reached your door before opening it slowly. Once inside, he noticed your empty desk chair and your computer which cast a soft glow on you, lying face first on your bed. You turned your head to look at him.

"Making really great progress on that paper I see." He smirked at you, that stupid smirk you love to hate and hate to love. 

"I'm tired." That was all you could manage to say to him. After his stunt at the dinner table and his general behavior in the past month, you honestly wanted nothing more than for him to just go away.

“What's wrong pretty girl?” Kylo’s voice was soft and sweet like honey. You felt the bed dip beside you and two strong arms wrap around you. “Are you mad at me for dinner? I-” 

You sat straight up to look at him, causing him to stand up from your bed. “Yes! Yes, I’m mad at you for dinner.” You shouted at him, as much as a whisper would allow you to. “You don't even have the decency to come through the front door most times, and when you do, you act like I don't exist. I don't understand you, if I had known I'd just be a fuck buddy to you I wouldn't have given you my virginity in the first place.”

For a few moments, Kylo stared at you. He looked surprised but there was a softness and concern in his eyes. “That isn't all you are to me, I promise… I just... feel like I'm not good enough for you sometimes.” 

You sighed, collapsing back into your pillows. Your capacity to care or argue with him was spent. “I wish you had figured that out before you invited me out onto the roof to smoke with you.” 

The room was quiet for a few moments before you heard the sound of your window opening and closing. He left your house wordlessly, with nothing but dead silence left in his wake. 

You felt hot tears sting at the corners of your eyes, regretting nothing more than ever allowing Kylo to get close to you. 

Asshole.

You hadn't realized you’d fallen asleep until you were woken up to the sound of your phone ringing. Lifting your head from your tear-soaked pillow, you tried to adjust your eyes to the brightness of your phone to see who was calling you so late.

Kylo.

You nearly groaned, debating whether or not it was a better idea to just ignore him. You ultimately decided against your better judgment.

“What do you want?” You spoke sleepily into the phone.

“Just come down here for a moment.”

You got up and looked out your window. Kylo stood in front of your house, leaning against his car with his phone pressed against his face. “No.” You were about to hang up on him before you heard his voice again.

“You can hate me, that's fine. I just want to show you one thing.” There was a quick desperation to his voice. “Please.”

“Fine.” You sighed, hanging up the phone before slipping your shoes on quickly and opening your window. Once on your roof, you had wished you’d grabbed a jacket. The cold, midnight air nipped at your exposed arms, causing you to shiver. 

You climbed down your mother's trellis, taking extra care not to crush any of the vines that would bloom beautifully in the spring. 

You felt the frozen dew from the grass brush across your ankles as you made your way to Kylo’s car and watched as he opened the passenger side door for you. The warmth of the car interior enveloped you as you sat down, and once fully inside, he shut your door before practically running around his car to his side. 

He pulled away from your house with a roar from his engine, and you hoped your parents didn't hear it. 

“Where are we going?” You asked unamused. 

“Somewhere I like to go when I want to be alone... I think you’ll like it.” Kylo said softly, glancing at you once before focusing on the road again. 

You sighed, watching as he pulled onto a backroad. The canopy of trees shaded the car from the moonlight, only the glow of the radio dimly illuminating the interior. 

“You really shouldn't have, you know… Taking me somewhere nice like the forest before murdering me.” You said sarcastically.

Kylo laughed. “Where else would I dispose of the body? Suburbs are much too populated.” He joked, reaching for his cigarettes before offering one to you. 

You tried to hide the smirk that played on your lips, hating how easily he could make you laugh. You accepted the cigarette, watching as the trees cleared to reveal a moonlit lake. 

Kylo put the charger in park, before turning in his seat to face you. “I’m sorry I've treated you the way I have this past month.” He reached up to light your cigarette for you, not breaking eye contact. He ignited his own, taking a few puffs before continuing. “I've always been so scared of not being good enough for you or living up to your family's standards… and now I've allowed my fears to hurt you. But I can assure you you're way more than just a quick fuck to me, I can't apologize enough for making you feel that way.” 

You watched as Kylo reached into his back seat for something, retrieving a stack of small notes and colored paper. He smiled nervously before handing them to you. 

As you flipped through them in silence, you tried to make sense of what you were looking at. In the stack were dozens of notes and cards all in his handwriting, some more recent and some that seemed to have been written by a much younger Kylo. You looked up at him, no longer able to hide the smile on your face. 

“I would write them and always get way too nervous to give them to you… but I kept them anyway.” Kylo said nervously, speaking quickly. “I've liked you since we were children, Poe always-”

You cut him off with a kiss, his warm lips immediately melting into yours as he kissed back with need and desire. Kylo extinguished his cigarette in his car's ashtray before traveling his hands up to hold your face.

After a few minutes, he pulled away, allowing you both to catch your breath. Still cradling your face in his hands, Kylo looked at you with a gaze so soft, that you thought you'd melt into a puddle on the floor of his Charger. 

He spoke softly. “Be my girlfriend. Say you'll be mine and my fears will be far behind me, I promise.” 

You beamed at him, nodding quickly. “I'm yours.”

Kylo’s lips connected with yours once again and he kissed you feverishly. He reached down to fiddle with something before his seat extended back with a dull thump. Without ever breaking the kiss, Kylo pulled you with him to the backseat, laying you down so he was hovering above you. 

You quickly fumbled with his belt, trying to blindly undo the clasp. He brushed your hands away, kissing his way down your now trembling body and stopping just above the waistband of your pants. Hooking his fingers into them, he quickly and expertly removed both your pants and underwear in one go, exposing your bare cunt to the cool air of his car. You watched as he threw your clothes somewhere into the dark void that was the front seat. 

You whined, pushing your thighs together for warmth and friction, which Kylo promptly used his strong hands to open again. “Not so fast, my little star. I wanna take my time with you tonight.” He smirked up at you. 

Half-kneeling on the floorboard of the car, Kylo peppered kisses up and down your inner thigh, causing you to shiver in his grasp. After what felt like eons of teasing, he finally placed a kiss just below your pubic bone before licking a stripe up your slit. 

You moaned, tangling your fingers into his long, dark locks as he began to feast on you. Your body felt full of electricity as if you were going to spark and short circuit at any moment. 

He was unrelenting with his tongue, and you felt yourself nearing your climax. “Kylo!” You whined desperately. 

“Hm? What is it, pretty girl?” He mumbled against you, not faltering once in his attack on your now very sensitive clit. 

“You’re g-gonna make me cum already, stop.” You breathed out. 

You could feel him smirk against your heat. “That's fine. Go ahead, cum for me.” He hummed.

Your head felt light and your body electric as you came, your vision blurring as you rode your high on his tongue. You only noticed he had stopped when you came to and saw him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark hair messy and pupils blown with lust. 

“You taste so fucking good.” He breathed as he undid his belt, “I can't believe I waited a month to do that.” 

Laughing weakly, your head still fuzzy from your high, you admired him as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his pale chest littered with beauty marks. He looked so angelic the way the moon behind him cast his frame in an almost halo-like glow. You watched as he freed his erect cock from the tight confines of his jeans. 

Kylo kissed you as he lined himself up with your entrance, pausing momentarily to hold the side of your face in his hand and smile at you with adoration. “I wish you could see how pretty you look right now… How pretty you always look.”

You whined, still unable to form a coherent sentence and wrapping your arms around his broad frame. You felt him push his cock inside you slowly, and he watched as your eyes rolled back into your skull in pleasure. 

You moaned into the crook of his neck as he began to move, thrusting into you gently. His hand traveled up your shirt to cup your breast while he used the other to keep the back of your head from hitting the door handle. 

Kylo’s pace quickened, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you with every thrust. “You’re gonna m-make me cum again, you f-feel too good.” You breathed.

“I’m not gonna stop you, baby. Cum on my cock as many times as you need.” He smiled down at you, slightly out of breath as he neared his own climax. 

You came undone beneath him for the second time that night, loudly moaning his name and whatever expletives your brain thought of first, not having to worry about the possibility of waking your entire family as you both bathed in the moonlight that slipped through the now foggy windows of Kylo’s Charger. 

“Hm- Fuck I’m gonna cum.” Kylo moaned into your ear. 

“Please cum in m-me. I love you.” You whined. Your mind was so foggy from cumming twice that you had lost your inhibition completely and it took you a moment to realize what you just said to him.

You didn’t have much time, however, to worry about it for too long as Kylo let out a moan you had never heard from him before, a sound of need and desperation. “Fuck- Fuck! I love you too.”  He came to a halt deep inside you, before filling you with his cum. 

He breathed heavily on top of you, staring down at you with shock and adoration. “I love you too.” He repeated, completely out of breath. When he pulled out, you felt his cum drip down your thigh as he quickly retrieved his shirt from the darkness of the floorboard to clean you up. 

Kylo peppered kisses up and down your body before pulling you into his lap to hold you in his arms, and you watched as he lazily drew a heart in the condensation that had collected on the window. You smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, thinking only of how comfortable you felt in his presence. 

You didn’t get home until 4 am and slept through most of the morning. You awoke to your father yelling at you from downstairs saying something about how there was somebody there to see you. Confused and still tired, you wiped the sleep out of your eyes as you made your way to the stairs. 

You stopped in your tracks at the top of the steps. Kylo standing in your foyer waiting for you was the last thing you expected. He had cleaned up nicely, trading his usual rotation of black band tees for a nice, dark button-up, and in his hands he held a bouquet of pink lilies. He smiled nervously up at you.

“Hi?” You beamed at him, laughing slightly.

“Hi,” Kylo smirked, looking down the hall towards the kitchen, where your dad had disappeared to, before continuing in a lower tone only you could hear. “I thought I’d try the front door this time.”

[livelaughlovesubs]

Lost-nut enlightenment sjdbbdhdhd I'm fuckin wheezing but you're so real for that

If hoyo didn't want me to Dom him then too bad, any male character can be Dommed if you're not a coward.

Deadass when I saw his leaks and saw the headphones I was like "oh, he's probably partially deaf and those are in-game's equivalent of hearing aids, that's pretty neat. He seems like he's either going to be overly friendly or I'm going to want to punch him type of personality"

And damn hoyo tried to portray him as this cool lone wolf scholarly guy who wants to understand everything about Teyvat that's aloof and blunt and a majority of the fandom looked at him (me included), especially after he mentioned that his headphones have noise cancelation, plus the stories about him going the Akademiya as a little kid and went "autism/neuro divergent havin ass 🫵😶" and they're so right for that. Literally nothing about him is neuro typical and I think it's neat.

He's such a dork, bro thinks he can hurt my feelings by being blunt he's not ready for me to take one good and psychoanalyze him. This is how we flirt, others are horrified but this man is literally the horny grip meme because I just know he'd be turned on by you doing something that shows off how smart you are.

I just remembered that his headphones can record lectures.

Nini, imagine recording JoI for him on a separate headphone set, general dirty talk, etc for when you gotta be away because you just know he'd be too stubborn to openly admit that he misses the sound of your voice.

He's so pathetic bless we really eating good

I'm trying not to spam your inbox with the rambling of madman but I'm just so happy to have fellow Doms to gush about subby men with since it's hard to find each other

-🐇

Nah it’s alright, I don’t mind. Also I noticed that was a typo- I wanted to write post-but enlightenment Ahahhahah

But the thing with the headphones? 10/10 would write. I’ll do it once my kinktober stuff are done. Imagine recording his own noises during smexy time without him knowing, and making some alternations to his headphones so that we can change whatever he’s listening to something else.

Then just jumpscare him with his own lewd moans and whimpers. At first he’d be so confused, like who’s this weird ass dude with the high pitched voice of a girl? Is it even a guy? Until he hears your voice, and the words you uttered were so familiar.

As soon as he notices that these sounds were in fact, he himself, god the embarrassment and lust swelling inside him would be 📈📈

I think he’d blush and smirk to himself, scaring basically any poor souls who had the unfortunate fate of witnessing such a scene.

[moni-logues]

Different Spaces

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Genre: friends to lovers, smut

Summary: Chan has just returned home from tour and you hope you aren't wrong that something has changed between you. Only one way to find out...

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: one (1) handjob, little bit of cum-eating, that's pretty much ya lot!

AN: YES, she's a MULTI BLOG NOW. And obviously it's Chan. It was always going to be Chan lmaooooo. Anyway, this idea crept into my head last night and then I wrote it today to put off writing something else 😅😅😅 I HOPE YOU ENJOY! It's unbeta'd (except for @minttangerines reading it to make sure it didn't suck lol) so forgive the typos please!!!

ETA: you can now find part two HERE!

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It wasn’t weird and it wasn’t uncomfortable. But it was different. It was definitely different this time. 

Chan sat in front of you, between your legs, his back against your chest and his head in the soft space between your shoulder and collarbone. You leant against the arm of the sofa with your hands on his stomach- 

That was different. You had the hem of his T-shirt between your fingers, toying mindlessly, while your other hand rested on his warm, soft skin beneath it. He had one hand resting over yours, his fingers not exactly entwined with yours, but not exactly not.  

You’d held hands before. On occasion. Entirely casually, platonically. Except for the part where you wished it wasn’t casual, wished it wasn’t platonic.  

You’d had feelings for Chan for as long as you could remember, since you first set eyes on him. Honestly, you were used to it. Comfortable with it even. You knew you weren’t going to do anything about it and that meant it didn’t worry you. It would be your little secret and you would soak up all the time with him you could, you would enjoy all the friendship privileges he offered you and you would clutch them close to your heart in the absence of any actual body to hold.  

It was only before he went away this last time, a couple of months ago, that you felt something change. Something about how clingy he had been the night before he left, a little more tactile than he usually was. He was ants-in-his-pants fidgety and wouldn’t sit still. He was wrestling you into a hug one minute and then pushing you to the other end of the sofa the next. He held you so tightly and for so long when you hugged him goodbye that you had joked it was like he was going off to war. He had laughed only half-heartedly, which, for Chan, might as well have not been laughing at all. He had pulled back and looked at you intensely with his hands still on your waist and you had waited and waited for him to say or do something else but he just kept looking. 

“Are you going to like, actually leave?” you had asked. 

He snapped out of his trance and ruffled your hair.  

“Course I’m going! Why? Trying to get me to stay?” 

You weren’t, because you knew he was going to leave, anyway, that he had to go, but he sounded hopeful (or were you imagining it?). 

“Yeah. I did consider locking you up for a second, but taking care of one animal is enough; I’m not sure I could cope with having to feed and care for you, too!” 

He had done a proper laugh then and you were reassured that whatever had just happened, it was a blip, a glitch, nothing more. He had hugged you one last time, shorter, looser, and then turned to leave with a salute. 

Then he was back, hugging you just as hard, fresh off the plane (rather unfresh, actually, and he had the cheek to ask to use your shower!).  

And it was the same as it had ever been. 

But it was also different. Because he had told you so many times while he was away that he missed you; he had said ‘wish you were here!’ so often that you actually believed it; your gallery was full of ‘found you!’ photos of ugly statues and ‘thought you’d like this’ shots of architecture and souvenirs—souvenirs he’d actually bought and brought home for you. He didn’t usually do that.  

And now, there you were, with your hands on his skin and your cheek resting lightly on the top of his head and he was laughing at the film you were watching and taking your hand from the hem of his top, crossing it over his torso and holding it there. He closed his fingers over yours. Holding hands. You flattened your palm over his stomach and stroked sideways, the circle of your arms tighter around him, and you wanted to ask what this meant. Did it mean anything? Had he just been lonely on the road? Did he just want some physical contact? Were you just... there?  

You weren’t one to be stuck in indecision. You didn’t have the patience for it. You decided, when you first met, that you weren’t going to act on your feelings because trying to date an idol was an insane thing to do. And you didn’t need the stress.  

But you also didn’t need the long, drawn-out stress of a ‘will they? Won't they?’ scenario with one of your closest friends.  

And, if you were going to be really honest, you kind of did need a good fuck. And you’d thought about fucking him a lot, one might say too much. And if he was interested, if something had changed and he saw you differently now, well, then the bedroom was calling for you.  

“Chan?” you said quietly. 

He twisted his head a little. 

“Yeah?” 

“Can I... touch you?” 

You drew your fingers back, softly grazing your nails against his abs. He giggled. 

“What do you mean? We already are touching!” 

You slipped just the tips of your fingers beneath the waistband of his jogging bottoms and the waistband of his boxers. 

“No, I mean... touch you.” 

“Oh, sh-… Uh.”  

You didn’t move your hand; you felt his heartrate quicken, thumping back against your chest.  

“You don’t have to say yes. It’s ok if the answer’s no.” 

“Yeah, no,” he said. “I mean, the answer’s yes. It’s ok.” 

“Are you sure?” you asked. 

He swallowed and nodded and put his hand over yours, carefully encouraging it lower. 

“Yes, I’m sure.”  

His hand left yours as it disappeared beneath the fabric of his clothes and you couldn't breathe as your fingers ran over the velvet skin of his soft cock, which twitched on contact. As you pushed his trousers and his boxers down, you almost couldn’t look, couldn’t bear the thought of disappointment, after all this waiting, after every fantasy, but you needn’t have worried. Of course, it was fucking perfect. Just like the rest of him. You wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length and he shifted. 

“You don’-” Then he hesitated. 

“Don’t what?” 

“Uh, you don’t have to be gentle...” 

Then he wrapped his fingers around yours, squeezed a little tighter, and your thighs squeezed, too. You chuckled, a little embarrassed, a little shy actually, a little over-awed. 

“Channie likes it rough, huh?”  

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was blushing; you could feel the heat radiate from his cheeks. 

“Um, well, uh-”  

He was stammering now and you were amazed that he could be bashful with his cock in your hand, shy even though he was directing you. 

“I like it,” you whispered and you felt a shiver go through him.  

He kept his hand over yours and you smiled to yourself because you should have expected this. Control freak Chan, perfectionist Chan, Mr ‘I’ll just do it myself’ Bang. It was cute. But you weren’t going to let him get away with it. You let him control you, let him show you how he liked it, let him get himself to the point where his breathing was heavy and his bottom lip was bitten between his teeth and his brows were furrowed.  

“Hey,” said, nudging his head with yours. “Who exactly is giving this handjob? You want me to just leave you to it or...?” 

He spluttered and stopped and immediately let your hand go. 

“Sorry, I-” 

“You don’t have to apologise; I know you. But I want to do this for you, y’know?” You turned your head and gently bit the top of his ear before pressing a kiss to it.  

“Yeah, got it. All yours.”   

“Thank you.” 

You had him panting again in seconds, because he had already given you his secrets, and when he tipped his head backwards and whined, it made your cunt pulse. 

“Ok, you’re right, you’re right,” he gasped. “This is better. Fuck... Oh shit.” 

He was moving like he couldn’t help himself, his hips snapping up, fucking himself in your fist and you could feel his thighs twitching, feel the tension coiling in his body.  

It was building in you, too, as you soaked through your underwear. He wasn’t quiet and every moan, every grunt, every gasp of your name made your head spin. You hoped it wouldn’t stop here. After all this time, something was finally happening and you needed it to keep happening, you needed him to feel you, too. A moan fell from your own mouth as you imagined him fucking you, imagined that it wasn’t your hand around his cock but your cunt. That he liked it even rougher when he was inside you. That the deep black intensity he had inside him came out. That he fucked you like he danced, with every inch of his body and every ounce of strength.  

“I’m-.. I’m-…"  

You didn’t need him to tell you. 

“I know, babe. Go on, make a mess. Make a mess for me.” 

With a shudder and a cry trapped low in his throat, he came, over your hand, over your fingers, over his stomach and his T-shirt. He was gulping in air with his eyes closed and a hand clenching and unclenching at his side.  

“Oh, shit,” you whispered as you swiped a finger through the mess on his skin. “Who’s going to clean all this up?”  

You raised your hand and brought it almost to your own mouth, then pretended to think twice before pressing down on his bottom lip. It was a bold move, you knew, but you were feeling emboldened.  

Then he opened his mouth and took your cum-sticky fingers in without a second’s hesitation. Would the night’s surprises never end? He licked your fingers clean and ran his tongue over your palm before he swiped his finger through the mess on his stomach and lifted it to your lips. You laughed. 

“I can do you one better.”  

You shuffled and climbed out from behind him, pushing him down and straddling him. It was the first time you had been face to face; you both blushed when your eyes met and you couldn’t stop the giggle that rose in your throat. He giggled back and you recognised that you were on the verge of hysteria; if you let that giggle become a laugh, it wouldn’t stop until you were both crying. You tried to rein it in, this strange, self-conscious shyness that was gripping you, this wild giddiness that made you want to scream with laughter and cry ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!’. You were looking at Chan and you knew he felt it, too; his eyes glittered and then all but disappeared as his smile widened. He bit his lip to try to keep it in, but it was no use.  

He snorted and covered his face with his hands as a loud laugh bellowed forth. You never could resist his mirth. You were helpless to it at the best of times. He was curling over, his whole body shaking, and you were climbing off him, flopping to the floor, weak with it, the laughter sapping your strength and overriding any capacity for being serious. It was too absurd. That this had just happened. That one day—one moment—you were friends and the next you were making him come over himself, that he was licking his own cum from your fingers. That you had wanted this for such a long time and sworn off it. That you had no idea it might be something he wanted. That you never even thought to ask! That it could have been this easy? All this time?  

Your brain was elsewhere as your breath shuddered and tears streaked your cheeks. You thought you had got yourself under control: your breathing was shaky and your stomach hurt but your eyes were dry and you sat yourself up. Then you looked at Chan, face also tear-streaked, flushed with glee, and you both collapsed again. 

“Don’t look at me,” Chan said, his voice thick and wobbly with laugher some minutes later. “Don’t look at me, please, I can’t laugh anymore, but can you get me a fucking tissue or something?”  

You shut your eyes, scrunched your face, and pressed your fist to the bridge of your nose; you couldn’t laugh anymore, it would kill you. But you knew that if you turned to look at him, helpless and messy on his back, that another fit would catch you. You crawled to the end table and threw the box of tissues in his direction. 

“Thanks.” 

You leant back against the edge of the sofa and let your breath resume its normal rhythm, let your heart slow down, let Chan wipe himself up and tuck himself away. You felt him sit up as his knee knocked your shoulder and you turned so you could just see him out of the corner of your eye. He looked down at his cum-stained T-shirt and gingerly pulled it over his head. Then he looked at it, displeased. 

“This was clean on like, an hour ago.”  

“Oh, shit, sorry, dude. You want me to take the handy back or something?” 

He looked alarmed for a second. 

“Do you want to take it back?” 

“No.” 

“Good, neither do I.” 

“I would kind of like to know where the fuck it came from though.” 

“What are you talking about? You started it! You offered!” 

“Chan, you were holding my hand. We don’t hold hands! Look at all this shit you bought me!” You gestured broadly to giftbags and boxes, trinkets and jewellery on the coffee table. “Besides, I’ve always wanted it; you haven’t.” 

He stared at you, mute, looking like you’d just asked him a long division question.  

“You always wanted it?” 

“Yep.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” 

“Because you didn’t want it!” 

“How would you know?! You never asked!” 

“Ok, well, did you?” 

He looked up; he looked down. He looked thoughtful. He looked a little apologetic. 

“I don’t really know,” was his eventual answer. 

“Well, there you go. That’s why I didn’t say.” 

Silence reigned and you didn’t want this to collapse, to fizzle into awkwardness.  

“Do you want it? Now?” you asked. 

“Yeah.” At least he sounded sure about that. 

“What changed?” 

When he looked at you and caught your eyes, there was a look there you hadn’t seen in them before. It was almost painfully soft, tender in a way that pierced your heart. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at you like he was looking at something precious, something sweet. Then he shrugged. 

“I’ve never been away from you that long before.”  

“And?” 

“I didn’t want to be. It made me not want to go at all. And I couldn’t work out why it mattered so much. I’ve been away before. I’ve been here, even, and just been busy and not seen you for a while. But it felt different this time, somehow. I really didn’t want to go. And I talked about it and everyone told me I was like, the world’s biggest idiot. They all apparently thought—or knew?—I had feelings for you already and they all just said ‘tell her! You’ve got to tell her! Go for it!’ and I wanted to. I was going to, the night before I left, but then I realised I’d be confessing all that stuff and then just... fucking off. I didn’t want to do that. So, I... did nothing, I guess.”  

“Fair enough.”  

“You wanted it all this time? Me, you wanted me?” 

That he even had to ask was adorable, broke your heart a little. Who wouldn’t want him? He was everything you could have asked for and more; he ticked every box; he made your sad little heart sing like a songbird. And he still had to ask.  

“Since the moment we met.” 

“Shit.” 

“Shit.” 

“I had no idea.” 

He looked like he meant it, too: a little dazed, a little confused, just a hint of wonder on his face.  

“So, what now?” he asked.  

You shrugged. 

“You mean right now, or general future ‘now’?” 

“I guess both?” 

“Can I be honest?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Right now, I would really like to do something about how badly I want to fuck you.” 

And he was bashful Chan, again, his eyes wide and the tips of his ears pink, his mouth slightly open with surprise. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed.  

“I... am amenable to that.” 

“Want to try that again with something even slightly sexy?” 

And he blushed bright, covering his face with his hands.  

“Fuck, ok, give me a second.” 

You laughed and moved from the floor to sit opposite him on the sofa, your knees touching. You waited patiently for a second or two, then tapped his leg. 

“I’m flustered, ok!” he cried. “You’ve got me all... flustered. I don’t know... I-.. Agh. I swear I’m not this bad usually. I promise. I just--… this has really taken me off-guard! Fuck, I didn’t know. I-” 

You interrupted him to climb into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted his face to yours and you kissed him, just a light peck on his petal pink lips. 

“How about you let me lead, then?” you asked, your voice soft and low. “Can you do that? Can you let me take control?” 

He looked at you pleadingly, his eyes round and wide, and you were worried that it meant no, that he was going to say he didn’t want that. 

“Yes, please.”  

Fuck.  

With your hands on either side of his face, you pulled him closer and kissed him again, deep this time, deep and slow and breathless. He tasted of honey butter chips, which you had never liked before that moment. His tongue rolled with yours, soft and sweet and every bit as good as you had imagined. He whined quietly, just barely, when you pulled back, when you sank your teeth into the plush pink of his lower lip. When you looked at each other, nose-to-nose, his eyes were wide again, sparkling and bright and looking at you like you were the whole world. 

It wasn’t weird and it wasn’t uncomfortable and it wasn’t awkward; it didn’t feel like crossing a line or pushing a boundary; it felt like you should have been doing this all along. It was different for the two of you, sure, it was different. But you’d been ready for this change since you learnt his name, since he held his hand out to you and smiled politely. This different was good. This different was everything you’d ever wanted.  

[sirens-sanctuary]

business casual

. miguel o'hara x fem!reader

. TW: NSFW!, oral (female receiving), pubic sex?,

. the promised fic, i have a few more in the works- also not proofread so except a few typos lol

. masterlist, taglist, rules and a/n below~

. NSFW! below the cut

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you were never really around miguel at the spider society, but you had a crush on him as soon as you saw him. how could you not? well- you could see why no one else would because hes your boss... sort of? hes just kinda the guy in charge around here so like technically if you were to do whatever you wanted to him it wouldnt be bad, lol ok.

you often got lost in these conversations with yourself at your corner in the ss (spider society, i cannot bring myself to type it out every time lmao)

miguel never really paid any mind to you, he appreciated your work around the place but there wasn't anything too special about you...he liked that. you were simple, you weren't difficult to figure out, not difficult to talk to, you weren't complex like the other things he needed to deal with. he liked that. however— he didn't like how you distanced yourself from him, just as you were easy to read it was easy to see you keep your time with him limited. can't have that, he hates that. he wants you, wants to hear you speak. he sees you yap with your friends here at the ss, but you would say only a few words with him.

he has a plan.. nothing extravagant, just a simple, not complex plan.

it was almost the end of the day when all the other spiders left and went home, you were still in your corner, daydreaming about miguel- you couldn't help it. your thoughts were fuddled until your multiversal watch started to beep. you held up your wrist and a little hologram of miguel popped up.. you were surprised to say the least..a little flustered too? you didn't know... i don't either.

miguel said he needed your help with something..strange but ok. you got up from your desk and made your way to his office- floaty thingamajig?– whatever the hell that floating shit is what is that?? you don't know what that thing is and it really doesn't matter.. you were thinking of anything to take your mind off of your impending doom, even if it meant arguing with yourself in your head about useless things..

you finally made it there and stepped into the open space and behold— The floating rock of shit and stuff, and there he was his beautiful muscled back facing towards you. you're lucky he was facing away from you because if he was looking at you, you would've pissed yourself. deadbutt.

how do you let him know you're here without sounding weird? this is hard, talking is hard, shouldn't have to be this hard. You should learn sign language.

"you gonna stand there or come up here and help me?"

Goddamn doesn't he sound beautiful. you don't say anything and web yourself up to his platform. because youre a simple person you made a simple mistake and missed your footing when you landed and almost fell back. almost. miguel grabbed your waist and pulled you back up towards him. he did this slowly, drinking you in with his eyes, slowly dragging them across your figure. his grip on you was heavy and tight. when you were standing upright you took him in as well, god hes just so huge and delicious. you never got opportunities like this, ever. you were never around him long enough to just stare at him and admire him. you guys were staring at each other for a while with his arm, still around you radiating a hot warmth.

you were a simple person, you went with the punches and the rolls so when miguel leaned down and brought your lips in for a kiss you went with it.. not like youd oppose to kissing him anyways. the kiss was slow and steady at first but gradually got more and more intense. sooner or later you were on top of the control panel on his platform. you were trying to keep yourself quiet, little squeaks and whimpers came out of you as miguel nipped down your skin.

he grunted as he ripped open your suit to gain access. you let out a loud gasp and said his name out of shock.

"keep saying my name hermosa, i like it when you say it that way" ("beautiful")

you let out a soft moan as he talked to you, his voice was laced in lust his want for you practically dripping off his tongue. he pushed your panties (oo lala) to the side and slid his finger gently down your wet slit. he let out a short huff, his breath fanning on your heat.

"que linda carino" ("so so pretty darling")

his sweet talk might as well been enough to make you cum. he closed the space between him and your mouth, his tongue and lips working wonders on your clit. you tried your best to keep quiet, biting down on your lip to silence yourself. your hand found its way into miguels hair and you pushed his face further into you causing him to moan. it sent shivers up your spine and made you finally moan out. miguels big hands wrapped around your thighs and he pushed them closed, oh miguel likes to be squished... he looked up at you. this man cant get any prettier, he was soaked in your juices and the light from the orange screens beside you glistened oh so nicely against his skin.

you were done being quiet, miguels feasting got more and more intense there was no point in trying to stay quiet. your legs tightened around his head making him moan and grunt more. his tongue and lips working wonders, hitting all the right places. you threw your head back and let out a very vocal moan, pushing miguels head down. he slurped on your juices loudly and sloppily before getting up off his knees and wiping his mouth clean.

he stared down at you with a proud smirk on his face, he enjoyed staring at you twitch with your blissed out face.

"gotta get you cleaned up, now don't we mi novia?" ("my girl")

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. yes i know it's wednesday, i'm sorry lol i was working on this last weekend and then didn't finish it??? idky but i finished this so i hope it's alright, i'm still getting a bit used to writing smut /~\, erm anyways hope you guys liked it and i used google translate again so idk how accurate the spanish is lolll, i also have a few series i wanna start so stay tuned (if you're willing lmao) for those~♡

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[siriannatan]

Prep & Punk - Flower Husbands

AU by @vyeoh, it's really cool and stuff and all their art is really good

AO3

[Treebark thingy from this AU]

Jimmy would literally rather be anywhere but where he was now. In Scott's bedroom. Trying to focus on maths. With only him and Scott in the whole house. Completely unable to focus.

Why was Jimmy spending his weekend with Scott and not Grian and Joel? As much as studying wasn't a 'bad boy' thing,  almost failing most his classes was apparently even less so. So their math teacher assigned Jimmy a tutor - Scott apparently volunteered to spend his time trying to get some information into Jimmy's head. He had no idea why after their last rather messy break up and the whole Tango thing... jimmy tried really hard to think about geometry and not that. It wasn't all that hard. But quite frankly focusing on anything right now was a bit difficult.

In the past three months, he spend pretty much ignoring Scott's existence he forgot about a certain habit Scott had. He liked to wear skirts. Not a bad thing in the slightest. Jimmy was all for everyone wearing whatever they wanted. He, Grian and Joel had their leather jackets. Cleo, Scar and Bdoubs their weird old people shades, and Tango and his friends had their ties. Scott and Martyn had Pink. The capital 'P' is not a typo. Literally every Wednesday the two showed up in pink. And back when Jimmy was dating Scott he himself would wear something pink to fit Scott better. 

Grian and Joel still poked fun at him for that.

No. The skirt was neither nothing new or a problem in itself. The problem was how much of Scott's legs it exposed, making Jimmy's brain unable to think about anything but that. And suddenly realise he's missing Scott. But who could blame him? Scott was damn pretty and smart and... just Scott. And that maybe his marks were better when he'd sit around Scott and Martyn - very unhappy that Scott would explain everything to Jimmy at least three times - studying. Jimmy was no Grian or Joel, just hearing about a thing during the class was not nearly enough for him.

A sudden flick to his forehead had him looking up at Scott's face. It was no less distracting than the skirt. "Eyes up here Jim," he chuckled and Jimmy felt a weird pang. He never called him back when... "Have you heard a single word of what I just said?"

"Juliet's potion only made her look like she died?" Jimmy tried to scrabble together something they talked about in the past hour. He instantly knew he was wrong by the sigh Scott let out.

"We're at maths, Pythagorean theorem," he said but did not sound the slightest bit angry. Just a bit disappointed and maybe sad. "You didn't use to be that bad, Jim, no matter how short of a skirt I wore in the past. What happened?" he asked, pushing some hair off of Jimmy's face.

Jimmy just shrugged. He was not about to admit he didn't really study without Scott there. "I don't know," he shrugged instead and tried to focus on the pale pink, full of colourful side comments and sticky notes page of Scott's notebook. Scott's notes were always so clear and easy to understand. Jimmy sat through more than one session of Scott working on them and technically understood how it worked but was still beyond impressed. "I guess I was busy with other things..."

"I know I'm probably the least 'bad boy' person you know but you know you can always come and ask me if you don't understand something?" Scott sighed, leaning back and gently kicking Jimmy under the low table they were sitting on a fluffy carpet by. "I know you probably like Tango better... I can see when I've lost but... I don't want you to fail school. Not when I know you're smarter than that," he said, looking away from Jimmy, all slumped and sad and Jimmy felt mildly like a jerk.

He broke Scott's heart with a damn text. Managed to stay together with Tango for only like a month until they both realised they are too different. And then spend two more months avoiding Scott and admitting his own feelings. And throwing all the studying Scott practically dragged him through away... "No... Me and Tango... We weren't all that compatible... Not that way. He's cool to hang out with but most of the time I have no idea what he's talking about, it's damn hard to keep up with him..."

"Jim... please don't..." Scott protested and pounded the table. Glaring at Jimmy with teary eyes.

"I'm not," Jimmy stopped him and gently took his and in both of his. "I've spent three months being an idiot and I'm frankly done with that. I missed you. I missed carrying your bag. I missed you leaning on me when there are no free chairs or we're stuck in a line. I missed sitting silently while you study. I even missed Martyn's grumbling. But mostly I missed listening to you talk and just being around you... I missed you Scott," Jimmy really hoped he managed to express what he just realised. That his grouchy and angry phase was just him denying he was missing Scott playing with his hair and playing with Scott's hair. "I miss you so damn much..." he added, barely a whisper, not daring to look away from Scott for even a second.

"You promise... you promise it's all true and nothing but?" Scott sniffed, staring at his held by Jimmy's hands. 

"I do, Scott," Jimmy nodded. He was never so sure of anything he's ever said.

"So it'd be okay if I said we should have a break and maybe a nap?" Scott asked with a pout.

Jimmy had nothing against a break and a nap. Maybe ended up texting home he'd be staying over at Scott's and not at all telling Grian and Joel where he was the whole weekend. And maybe Scott wore Jimmy's leather jacket the whole Monday. And maybe there was a bright pink hairpin in Jimmy's hair.

[herecirmsims]

Hello! I made this list of tips for Twitter months ago, chickened out of sharing it because I didn’t want folk to think I was acting like some kind of authority on posing, and then eventually posted it last night.

Anyway, I had a couple of requests to post it here as well, and as Twitter really made a hatchet job of my thread I thought having everything together in one post might be helpful.

I’ve kept the same cover image with the missing word typo because it’s stupid and amuses me. May useful? May not useful!

This list assumes you know the basics of posing already. If you’ve never posed before and are looking to learn, then I can’t recommend the @katverse​ series of tutorials enough - start here. 

These are just little tricks which I wish I’d known sooner!

1. ALWAYS move Sims via their root point, never the orange dot! If the orange dot is moved, they won't be in the right place when you put the poses in game. If you do move the dot, change to Object Mode, click on the orange dot, hit Alt+R & then Alt+G.

2. The side menu is really useful for selecting points on the face, such as the eyes. To bring the menu up, press A to select all points then hit I & select either Location or LocRot - I don't think it really matters unless you're saving now, in which case you want LocRot.

3. Need to reset a point? Right click on the point so that it turns blue, then hit Alt+R. Need to select multiple points? Hold shift while right-clicking points. Need to reset the whole rig? Hit A until all points turn blue, then Alt+R.

4. You can also copy and paste certain points or entire poses by selecting the point(s) first, then hitting Ctl+C, then Ctl+V to paste. Please only use this knowledge for good, not evil - no stealing people's poses, adjusting them slightly, and then paywalling them (it happens). 

5. I recommend working on expressions when the face is viewed straight on, in either 1, 3, 4, or +1 view. This helps you avoid any unnatural twists. For a natural expression, remember to move eyelids, squints, and eyebrows as well as the mouth! If I’ve already posed the Sim and need to adjust their expression, or have just straight up forgotten to do it, then I copy the head point (right click so the point goes blue, CTL+C) and twist ONLY the head so that it’s straight on in one of these views. Then I just paste the point back again when finished (right click, CTL+V). 

6. With the mouth, I like to lift the corners (either right click & drag if asymmetrical, or raise both via the translate tool - you can always drag later) & then use the rotate tool to give a softer curve. Remember to always open the mouth with the jaw point, not the mouth. Oh - and don’t forget how raising, stretching, or lowering the lips can alter an expression! But don’t stretch too far, remember how real mouths are shaped.

7. Fingers! Those bastards. On all my base rigs, I have the W, X, and Y points locked on ALL finger joints so they don't squiggle all over the place. You can unlock them on the 0 joints if you want to spread the fingers etc. once in position.  You can also lock the jaw point in the same way - this means you can open the mouth whatever position the head is in, and not get a weird crossed look. I recommend saving base rigs with all these points pre-locked so that you don't have to go through them every time. Sometimes I’ll lock the eyelid rotation and knee rotation, too.

8. It's a good idea to view your pose from every position before finalising it, as you can catch weird angles/clipping that way. Hold down the mouse wheel to move freely. Use 1, 3, 4, and +1 views to make sure feet etc. are flush with the ground line.

9. If you're working with custom rigs/ objects/accessories, it's helpful to restrict selection so you don't accidentally move them (also very annoying if you keep clicking on them instead of the rig). Right click the mesh so it gets an orange outline, then click that arrow. You can also use the eye to hide things like rigs/objects/accessories, which is useful if you’re making poses using big objects such as cars or horses who are in the goddamn way.

10. Custom rigs! I love custom rigs! I REALLY recommend making these if you’re creating poses for your own Sims/story. They completely eliminate clipping because you’re able to make the poses SPECIFICALLY for that Sims’ body shape/clothing/hairstyle. Expressions can change wildly depending on the Sim the pose is used on, so making them for your specific Sim means you know it will look right for them. I have a folder of saved bases for all my story Sims with various outfits and hairstyles - and naked versions hehehee.  If you're making poses for others to use, the default rig is best - and remember to leave a lil gap between hands etc. to account for different clothes, body shapes etc. I recommend this tutorial if you wanna make custom rigs.

If I’m sharing story poses that featured my beloved vampire (and most do), I have to copy all poses from the custom rigs and paste them onto default rigs before sharing them because he’s a skinny lil disaster with a feminine body preset and his poses would NOT work for the majority - there’d be too much clipping. 

11. When moving one part of the body, you’re really moving the whole body. Use pelvis, spine, neck & head points to create a natural curve - you only want to move each one a lil bit. Remember that bodies lean, twist, slouch. You can put a lot of emotion into the bend of a spine. Putting the entire twist &/or bend into one point makes things look a little weird. Move the neck joint THEN the head joint for head turns - start that movement right down the spine if the Sim is really twisting to look at something!

12. Clavicles. Don’t overlook them because arm movement starts here! You can move the forearm a certain amount without it starting to look weird, but if your Sim is reaching up/forward/backwards then you want to start that stretch/rotation in the clavicle point.

13. There are other things you can do to help with posing, like using helper rigs or setting up IK targets, but I didn’t get on with them - they’re a different learning curve. It’s all about what works best for you! This is just my personal list of things I've found useful.

Anyway, that's it. I am extremely mediocre, I make lots of mistakes all the time, I am most definitely still learning, there are MUCH better posemakers than me out there, and probably better ways of working; but learning all the points mentioned here has definitely helped me along the way. Enjoy posing!

[age-of-greta]

The Lovers

The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor's lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gaine, or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting.

Author’s note: hi again! As always this fic has two parts, then and today. I proofread, but typos happen. Next chapter will be out next Wednesday at midnight! Thanks to all the regulars who read and interact, I see you and appreciate you :) enjoy!!

Pairings: Jake x reader & Sam x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, adult content, oral, angst

Word count: 5.8k

PART 9:

THEN:

It wasn’t long until the other two had found out about you and Jake, but I’ll get to that part in a minute. A few months had passed and the guys wanted to sit down and place some roots away from home. Jake had been the one to suggest Nashville, it was only a few hours from Atlanta. He pitched it as a great city for music, which it was, but you had an inkling he had other motives with the move. They had all collectively bought a house together. Nice rooms for everyone and of course a studio space. Their first album was in full production after their massive EP success. You were now about to go to their home in Nashville for the first time. They had just moved in last week, but you couldn’t get away from work to help them unpack. Josh had been extremely trustworthy with your secret. He never pressed you or made you feel weird about what he knew. You weren’t sure if he and Jake had talked about it. You were weirdly nervous since that conversation with Josh. You had wanted to go ahead and tell Sam- and Danny, but couldn’t find the right time. Jake had also begun to be a lot more bold with you. Jake often acted like you two were in a relationship, but you brushed it off as general flirting. You had decided to drive to Nashville, as you didn’t feel like dealing with an airport right now. You were nervous but also excited as you pulled up outside of their house. Sam was outside waiting for you. He practically ran and hugged you as soon as you opened your door.

“I’m so happy you made it! I can’t wait to show you around.” Sam says, opening your trunk and grabbing your bags.

Jake was standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face. You smile back at him and follow Sam in with your bags. Jake embraces you in a tight hug.

“I missed you.” Jake says in your ear.

Josh and Danny are next to hug you and it’s a nice little reunion.

“Wow guys look at this place! It’s so nice.” You say looking around.

Sam drops your bags in the living room and grabs your hand. “Come on, I'll give you the grand tour!”

Sam takes you around the whole house and beams with pride as he explains every room to you. When he finishes he takes you back into the living room and tells you to sit while he makes you a drink.

You plop down next to Jake who immediately throws his arm over you. This is the most PDA you have shown in front of everyone. You look at Jake with a slight confused look and he raises his brows at you.

“Here you go madame.” Sam says handing you a pink drink with strawberries in it.

You raise up, slightly brushing Jake’s arm off. “Thank you Sammy. This looks yummy.”

“It’s a strawberry mint margarita. I wanted to learn this recipe to show you that mint in drinks can actually be good.” Sam says through a chuckle.

“Oh Sammy, always broadening my horizons.” You say jokingly.

“Always. I’ll take these to my room.” Sam says motioning towards your bags.

You nod your head.

“No need.” Jake says, seemingly out of nowhere.

You’re taken aback and you look over at him with wide eyes.

“Huh?” Sam asks.

“I said no need. I’ll take them to my room.” Jake says calmly.

Sam pinches his brows together. “Why?”

“Jake.” You say quietly.

“Because she’s staying with me.” Jake says, putting his arm around you.

Josh coughs loudly.

“Why would she…? Wait what?” Sam says with a bizarre look on his face.

“Oh shit. Are you two are like together?” Danny asks in an amused tone.

“Yes.” Jake says.

You can’t believe what is happening. It feels like Jake just blindsided you.

“Not like that.” You say softly as your cheeks flush.

Sam has a scowl on his face that looks like it may never leave. “How long?”

“Few months now.” Jake replies nonchalantly.

“You know I could say I’m surprised but I’m not. That explains why Jake had lost interest in other girls.” Danny says with a laugh.

That comment makes you feel warm inside, but you shove it to the side. Now is not the time.

“Mhm yeah.” Josh says, trying to play along.

Sam is still standing there with a scowl. He sucks in his cheeks and lets out a breath.

“I need a minute.” Sam says walking off towards outside.

You’re still dumbfounded.

“Jake, can I talk to you?” You turn your head and say to him.

“Sure. I’ll grab your bags.” Jake says getting up.

When you climb the stairs and make it to his room you close the door.

“What the fuck?” You say crossing your arms.

“What?” Jake replies.

You scoff. “Don’t do that. Why would you say that without talking to me? Now Sam is pissed.”

“We have been talking about it for a while now. And did you ever think why Sam is pissed?” Jake replies.

“Probably because one of his best friends has been fucking his brother behind his back?” You say with an attitude.

Jake lets out a laugh. “Yeah that’s why.”

“Jake, this isn’t funny. This could have been handled better.” You say sulking.

Jake sighs. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just wanted to get it over with and out in the open so we could enjoy our weekend. No more sneaking around. I mean it was hot at first and fun, but it stresses you out and I don’t like that.”

You huff and think for a minute before responding. “Okay, I get it. I really need to go talk to Sam though.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m glad you’re here and I’m glad you’re going to help me christen this bed tonight.” Jake says, stepping closer to you with a smirk.

You roll your eyes at him, but kiss him back when his lips meet yours.

“Okay I’m going to find Sam now.” You say, breaking the kisses that have turned into a brief make out.

“Be gentle with him, lover.” Jake says in a patronizing voice.

“Lover huh?” You question.

“Where’s the lie?” Jake says, smirking at you.

You huff out a laugh and head back downstairs. Danny and Josh are still on the couch, they smile at you but are aware of the weirdness that just unfolded.

You finally find Sam sitting outside by the pool. His feet are dangling in and he has a drink he’s nursing.

“Hi.” You say as you sit down next to him.

“Hi.” He responds in an almost sorrowful tone.

You sigh. “Sam, I'm sorry. I should have told you. I just didn’t know what to say. He and I aren’t dating or anything like that.”

Sam doesn’t avert his gaze towards you, instead staring at the pool, but he nods.

“I don’t know, I just thought it would be awkward if I out right said…” You pause before finishing that sentence, trying to find the least vulgar words.

“That you’re fucking my brother.” Sam says flatly.

Your cheeks burn pink. “Um, yes.”

Sam still stares off into the pool, he looks like he’s in a trance.

“I felt bad about not telling you, but it’s always been a lowkey situation.” You say.

“Doesn’t seem that way to Jake.” Sam spits out. “Did Josh know?”

“Yes.” You start. “But I swear I didn’t tell him. It’s some weird twin telepathy shit and he just knew.”

“Yeah I figured as much by his reaction.” Sam says.

“Sammy I’m sorry. I don’t want this to change anything between us, you’re my best friend and still my number one Kiszka.” You say giving him a big smile.

He softens at that and turns towards you. “It won’t. I still adore you, it’s just going to take some getting used to.” Sam looks directly in your eyes and makes a more serious face. “But I do want to tell you to be careful. Jake doesn’t have the best track record with women. I would hate to see you hurt over his dumb ass.”

Your stomach sinks. Sam is giving you a gentle warning. You know you will never allow yourself to get hurt by Jake, that comment just sealed the deal. You push that sinking feeling aside and lightly smile at Sam.

“Noted.” You say. “But enough about Jake. Tonight will be about you and I. Let’s go out! Jake can sulk by himself at home.”

Sam cracks a genuine smile at you. “Now we’re talking.”

**

Jake was pissed that you were going out with just Sam. You didn’t care. You told him this is what he got for doing it like that, you needed to make it up to Sam. He was even more pissed when he saw your outfit. You were in a pink tank latex bodycon dress with clear heels. You straightened your hair and did a full face. Josh had called you Barbie before you left, which definitely further irritated Jake. You wanted him to know that you didn’t belong to him. The other three were staying at home as far as you knew. You were happy to have a night out with Sam. He wore black pants and a vintage patterned button up. You had to admit that you two cleaned up nicely. Your first stop was a bar in Nashville away from the crazy strip. You and Sam had decided to drink and do shots there. As the both of you got more tipsy you had decided this bar was not the environment. You two ended up at a club, not typically your scene but tonight it was. The music was blaring pop and sweaty bodies filled the room. Sam was having too much fun to even complain about the music, and that says a lot. You both grabbed drinks and you dragged him out on the dance floor. Just then “Doses and Mimosas” started playing and you and Sam were hyped. You were drunkly slurring the words to one another and dancing on one another. This was a perfect party song in your opinion and it was obviously for Sam too. The alcohol made you feel warm and open. Sam had a hold of your hand spinning you all across the dance floor.

“Look at those moves!” Sam yelled out with glee.

You giggled at him. “Learned it all from Dirty Dancing.”

“Nobody puts Baby in a corner!” Sam continues to yell over the music. “Go over there and run and I’ll catch you in the air!”

You belly laugh at this. “Absolutely not Sammy.”

“Why? Don’t trust me?” Sam says close to your ear giving you a huge smile.

“You? I wholeheartedly trust you. I don’t trust myself.” You say back.

When the song ends you both make your way back to the bar and get one of the special shots of the hour. It’s a blowjob shot, so you suck your mouth around the glass and shoot it with no hands as Sam watches you in awe.

“Fuck.” Is all he says while staring at you.

You huff out a laugh. “Come on now. Your turn!” You say as you present him with his shot.

He gives you a look before attempting it. He gets most of it, but some spills out all over him. You’re wildly laughing at the sight. You take your fingers and wipe some of the whipped cream off of his mouth.

“You’re so messy Sammy.” You say playfully.

He smirks at you. “You have no idea.”

Then you feel a tap on your back. To turn around and are greeted by a bouncer. You give him a confused look.

“You both have been invited to VIP upstairs. Follow me.” He says.

You look back at Sam and cackle. “Oh my god. Is someone recognizing you? Sammy, you're famous!”

Sam grabs the small of your back and laughs while escorting you up the stairs. But when you’re taken to the VIP area your face drops. There sits a very amused Jake, as well as Josh and Danny.

“Ah so glad you could join us.” Jake says giving you two a smirk.

“You fuckers had to come crash the party huh?” Sam says, playfully but there’s a hint of sincerity behind it.

Josh senses the tension, so he grabs Sam’s hand and tells him to come try some drink.

You walk over to Jake and give him a look. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m just out on the town. A mutual friend called us when he saw Sam come in, asking if we were here. Said he could get us VIP. Who was I to refuse that? How was your shot by the way?” Jake says looking down at you.

In a way it turns you on that Jake is a little jealous and bruised that you’re out without him. But you can’t let him know that. “It was good. I think we might go back down to the general population. I liked that vibe better.”

Jake grabs your hand. “Come on now lover don’t be like that. I’m already here, let’s have a good time.”

“Tonight was supposed to be about Sam.” You spit back.

“He’s had you for long enough. I can’t stay away from you when you look like that.” Jake says in a sultry voice.

It was hard to pretend to be irritated with him, especially when he complimented you.

You sighed. “Fine, okay. But I’m not totally ditching him.”

Jake throws his hands around your waist. “Okay. Let’s get a round of drinks.”

**

Drinks continued to flow and you were still having a great time. Jake was sitting on the couch with Danny while you, Sam, and Josh were up dancing.

“I’m going to order more drinks!” Josh says, pulling away from you and Sam.

“I have to pee!” You yell over the music to Sam.

“Want me to come with?” Sam asks.

“No it’s okay. I’ll be back in a minute.” You say heading off as well.

Jake gives you a look as you walk away but you motion towards the bathroom. Once in the bathroom you pee and then wash your hands before staring at yourself in the mirror. The VIP bathrooms were just three different single bathrooms not gendered. You were blotting your face when someone started knocking on the door.

“Someone’s in here!” You yell.

The knocking still proceeds. You huff and head over to the door ready to yell at whoever is on the other side. But when you open the door Jake is there and he steps in and shuts it behind you.

“Hi lover. Are you enjoying yourself?” Jake says, stepping towards you.

“Hi Jake I am. I’m ready to get back to the party.” You say teasingly.

Jake takes his hands and wraps them around you and dives in to kiss your neck. “Are you sure?”

You laugh a little. “Maybe I could spare a few minutes.”

Jake backs you up and slides his hand up your dress. “You look so fucking hot tonight.”

You cock your head to the side and Jake begins to suck and lightly bite your neck. You’re enjoying the attention, but you want to do something for Jake. You move your face to his and start kissing his lips. Jake’s hands are roaming your body and you feel electric. You flip Jake around and pin him to the wall before sinking down to your knees. You make quick work of undoing his pants. Jake stares at you in complete awe as you take his length in your hand. You flick your eyes up at him and take the tip in your mouth. You spit twice, then start slow. “Fuck baby. Fuck.” Is all Jake says as he slowly laces his fingers in your hair.

You start bobbing up and down, swirling your tongue around and pumping your hand. Jake is quickly becoming undone. You take him all the way as your eyes begin to water. You look up at Jake and he’s still staring down at you with a filthy look on his face. Damn. You will save this mental image forever. Jake tilts his head back and tightens his grip in your hair. You can tell he’s close. You push through and speed up your pace.

“Baby I’m so close fuck angel.” Jake moans out.

Then you feel him release in the back of your throat. You gag slightly but swallow before pulling back. You wipe your mouth and look up at Jake who is breathing slightly hard. You both clean yourselves up before you head towards the door.

“Not so fast angel.” Jake says as he grabs your arm. “It’s your turn. I’m not going to ever let you go without.”

He pulls you back towards him and engulfs you in kisses while sitting you up on the counter. The next few minutes are full of even more obscene sounds.

**

After your bathroom escapades you and Jake returned back out to your section. You tried to be nonchalant, but you could only imagine they knew you two had been shacking up. Especially since Jake had become much more handsy with you. You had begun to wind down, but still wanted to entertain Sam.

“Sammy, are you ready to go home? I’m feeling a movie, one of your frozen vegan pizzas, and maybe a touch of Mary Jane.” You say approaching him.

“Oh sorority girl, you just get me.” He says throwing his arm around you. “Josh call the Uber.”

**

When you all made it back home you and Sam split off to have your night while the other three sat in the living room and discussed music. Sam didn’t stay awake long, you were thankful for that as you were also tired. You ended the night next to Jake who kept his arm around you all night. Everything seemed like it was going to be okay.

**

TODAY:

It was Thanksgiving, but your nerves were killing you. You had spent all day trying to secretly google what a negative but also positive pregnancy test could mean. There were a million answers. You had already made up your mind that you wouldn’t have a baby right now either way. All day you were on edge. You hid your tests in your skincare bag under the sink. Putting them in the trash can was way too risky. More than likely it was just a mistake, but the other outcome made you ill. You had called Lana because you knew she could help. Her cousin worked at an OBGYN, she had already made an appointment for you next week just to see what was happening even though it was Thanksgiving. Would you tell Jake? No, you didn’t think so. You just wanted to forget about it and try and enjoy your Thanksgiving. You had gotten back in bed with Jake and just stared at the ceiling.

“Good morning lover.” Jake says kissing your shoulder.

“Morning.” You say back kind of weakly.

Jake furrows his brows. “What’s wrong?”

You put on a small smile. “Nothing. Just tired I suppose. I didn’t sleep well.”

“Go back to sleep then babe. I’m going to go start the turkey, but I’ll be back in here to check on you soon.” Jake says as he traces little circles on your arm.

You nod your head and Jake kisses you before getting up. But you can’t go back to sleep. You just turn over and look at the wall. Eventually you peel yourself out of bed and turn on a hot shower. You sit there holding your knees, allowing this to be the last of your wallowing for the day. Once you get out, you do your routine. Shuddering when you open up your skincare bag. You throw on leggings and a sweatshirt and head out to the kitchen to see what everyone is up to.

“Good morning mama.” Josh says with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Jake is working on his basting, Danny is assisting Jake, and Josh and Sam are watching.

“Good morning.” You say back.

Jake holds his hands up at you. “I would make your coffee, but I’m a bit unable to at the moment.”

You laugh at him. “It’s okay, I can do it.”

You make your way to the refrigerator and start getting out everything you need. Once you make your coffee you put everything away and start to head back to the island to watch with everyone.

“Wanna go sit outside with me sorority girl?” Sam asks.

You nod your head and follow him out on the patio. It’s beautiful this morning, not too cold and the view is amazing. You sit down and sip your coffee but Sam keeps looking at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

You glance back at him and make a face. “Yes. Why?”

“Something seems off. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” Sam says.

You smile lightly at him. “I know Sammy. But seriously I’m good.”

He bites his lip. “Okay, if you say so.”

It’s evident how much Sam knows you. He can tell when things are off with you, but you don’t want to talk about the impending potential anxieties. It would also feel weird talking to Sam about it over Jake.

“I don’t know about you, but I am so excited to eat tonight.” Sam says, obviously trying to change the subject.

You giggle at him. “You can’t even eat a lot of the food tonight.”

Sam chuckles. “That may be true, but I do have a whole pie to myself.”

You sip your coffee. “Mhm I’ve heard it’s probably the best vegan pie in the world.”

“Oh is that so?” Sam asks.

You nod your head. “Yeah, I’m afraid so. The baker is some sort of genius. She’s hot too.”

Sam laughs. “That’s obviously the most important trait in a baker. But if that’s the criteria, then this will be the best pie in the whole world.”

“Jake the Thanksgiving tyrant needs you Samuel.” Josh says, opening the sliding door.

Sam huffs and looks at you. “Pray for me.”

You laugh and follow them both inside.

Jake is stress cooking and Danny is trying his best to help. Jake was a perfectionist when it came to a few things, music and cooking being two of them. You loved seeing him in the zone with both.

Jake barely glances up before saying, “Sam get over here and stir this shit.”

**

After everything was prepped and on its way to being cooked you all sat outside on the patio. You and Jake were sitting on the swing, his arm around you, slowly swaying back and forth. The other three were sitting at the table. There was quite the entertaining conversation of the best Thanksgiving movies. Mostly Josh and Sam argued this one out.

“Okay I’ll interject here.” You start. “Why has neither one of you said A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving?”

Jake cocked his head and looked at you. “You know what I agree with her.”

Sam smiled at you. “That’s not a movie, that’s a special.”

“So? It’s objectively better than everything else you two are arguing about. We should watch that tonight.” You say.

“Hm I am feeling rather nostalgic. But we will watch Planes, Trains, and Automobiles after.” Josh says.

You nod your head. “Fair enough.”

Sam continues to argue for his pick.

“It’s such a beautiful day today.” Jake says, turning his head towards you. “I’m so glad I get to spend it with you.”

You smile brightly at him and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

Jake kisses you right back. “And I love you.”

You hear a gagging sound and look over at Josh who is dramatically pretending to throw up. “You two and your cute lovey dovey shit. Makes me sick!”

“You sound bitter.” Jake says, egging his twin on.

“I need to go check on the potatoes.” Sam says, rather quietly getting up.

“Yeah I probably need to go tend to the turkey. Should be ready in an hour or so.” Jake says.

“I’m going to change and fix up a little.” You say.

With that everyone is going and doing. You go into your room and pull out a white off the shoulder frayed sweater and your brown corduroy flare pants. You put some loose curls in your hair and some light makeup. You spritz yourself down with perfume and you’re done. That hour has almost passed, so you head out to the common area. It’s a little bit chaotic, but everything seems to be done.

“You look nice.” Jake says as he kisses your cheek. “I’m going to set the table, then I’ll get changed.”

“I can do that. Go get changed, you've done enough.” You say, taking plates from Jake.

He gives you a smile and heads off towards your room. Danny is setting up all of the food and Sam and Josh are working on cocktails. You set out all of the plates, fold the napkins, and set out the silverware. Jake’s back rather quickly. He looks nice with his everyday jeans, a flannel, and his boots.

“Okay everyone. Let’s eat.” Jake says, sitting the turkey in the center of their table.

You all took your seats, Jake sat at the head of the table. You were next to him, Josh next to you, Sam across from you, and Danny next to Sam.

“Shall we have a toast?” Josh says, raising his glass. “I don’t want to be cliche and make everyone go around the table and say what they’re thankful for. But, I do want to say that I love everyone at this table, very much. Here’s to this wonderful meal, this wonderful place, and these wonderful people. May we live long and prosper. May we find love and provide it where there is not.”

“Here here!” Jake says while everyone clinks their glasses.

“This is so good. What is it?” You ask after sipping the drink.

“Cranberry and sugared lemon gin. I came up with this one.” Sam says.

You smile at him. “I should have known.”

The food was magnificent. Everything was so beyond delicious, but the turkey was the star. After you had all stuffed your faces it was time to clean up and have dessert. The boys made quick of the clean up while you cut the pie and squirted whipped cream on all of the slices. Jake came and helped you carry the plates to the living room where “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving” was already queued up.

“Shit this is so good.” Josh says chewing his first bite. Danny hums in agreement.

“There’s no way it’s better than the vegan version. This is probably the best vegan dessert I’ve ever had.” Sam says.

“I told you it would be.” You say pushing the pie around on your plate.

“Yeah this is great babe.” Jake says, rubbing your knee.

“I wanted to run something by you guys.” Danny says.

Everyone looks up at him and nods.

“So my birthday is obviously coming up, but I was thinking we could combine that with New Years and have a party for both?”

“Ooh that sounds so fun!” You say.

“Right. But I want to do it in Atlanta” Danny finishes.

You smile at that. “Even better!”

“I’m always down to go to Atlanta.” Jake says.

“Perfect. It’s settled then.” Danny says.

**

You all spent the rest of the night watching Thanksgiving movies and talking. It had been a rough start, but overall a really good day. Jake pulled you into his arms and you both fell asleep full and happy. You woke up the next morning and everyone was ready to spend another day at the beach. You had all packed a cooler full of leftovers and a volleyball match had broken out. Of course Sam and Danny with their height advantage, won. You all stayed in the sun the whole day, so everyone got pretty toasty. You had tried to make everyone apply sunscreen every hour, but they didn’t listen. Before you went to bed that night you had to lather Jake in lotion so he wouldn’t peel. He returned the favor, but his massage had ulterior motives. Tomorrow was your last full day before you had to fly back on Sunday. You didn’t want to think about next Friday, this was your appointment date. You looked down at your sleeping Jake and tried to stay present in the moment. You told yourself over and over that everything was going to be fine.

**

You awoke the next morning to noise in your bathroom. It was rather early, but Jake wasn’t in bed next to you.

You sat up and whispered. “Jake?”

No response. You begrudgingly left the warm bed and got up to make sure everything was okay. When you opened the door there stood a very pink Jake rummaging around the bathroom.

“Jake?”

He turns around and looks at you strangely. “Hi… I was looking for the lotion for my face. It was starting to sting.”

You laugh a little at that. “Do you need help?”

You step forward and then immediately your stomach drops. On the counter is your skincare bag, opened. On the counter lay your serums, creams, and two pregnancy tests. The color from your face drains and you look at Jake with horror.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jake asks, quietly.

You start to feel defensive. “Because I’m not sure.”

“You don’t have to be sure. You can tell me anything, especially things like this.” Jake says.

You huff. “I appreciate that. But I don’t want this to be the focus of this trip. Can we just side table this and enjoy today?”

Jake bites his lip and looks at you. “Is this something that needs to be sidetabled?”

“Please.” You say, looking up at him.

“Okay yeah.” Jake says, in the least assuring tone.

The rest of the morning was odd. Jake was being incredibly distant and kept looking at you. He shook his leg profusely when he sat and you knew he was bothered by earlier. You all went back to the beach for a few hours just to read and relax. But you didn’t feel super relaxed. You tried to distract yourself with your book, but you could feel Jake’s eyes on you. Josh made dinner reservations at a somewhat fancy seafood bar for tonight. You excused yourself back to the house to start getting ready. You decided to wear a black tank bodysuit with pleather black pants. You paired it with black heeled booties and gold jewelry. You put waves through your hair with a decent amount of makeup. Finishing off with pink gloss and perfume. Jake walked in and nodded at you before getting in the shower. He usually complimented you, but today wasn’t one of those days. You went out in the living room to wait for everyone. Sam was out there with Danny already pregaming dinner.

“Tequila shot?” Sam asks you when he sees you.

“Two.” You say, slumping down in the barstools.

Sam smiles at you. “Oof I heard that.”

He lines up the shots and you all take them. You barely flinch as the liquid burns your throat. Jake comes out and eyes the shot glasses, but doesn’t say anything. The ride to the restaurant is a little tense, for you anyway. There’s no touching or normal warmness. When you arrived at the restaurant Jake took his seat next to you, but didn’t participate in the group conversation.

“So Josh, are we feeling a feast of appetizers tonight?” You ask.

Josh places the menu down. “Absolutely we are. Assuming there is something for the diva.”

Sam rolls his eyes at him.

“Hi guys, what can I get us started with over here?” The waiter asks, approaching your table.

Josh, Danny, and Jake all go ordering various cocktails.

“Can I have a peach sangria?” You ask.

The waiter nods at you.

“Ooh that sounds good. I’ll take one of those as well.” Sam says.

“Okay I’ll be right back with those drinks.” The waiter says.

“Are you serious?” Jake says, turning towards you.

You make a face at him. “What?”

“You’re seriously drinking right now?” He retorts.

Everyone at the table gets quiet. Sam looks at you with confusion as to why Jake is being like this.

“Can we go outside for a moment?” You ask Jake.

He nods his head and escorts you outside.

“Why are you being like this?” You say, crossing your arms.

Jake huffs out. “I’m not being like anything. Forgive me if I’m a little bit stressed after this morning.”

“We were supposed to put that to the side for now.” You say.

Jake laughs. “Put it to the side? How do you just put something like that to the side? It doesn’t go away if you don’t think about it. The fact that you’re drinking is also ridiculous. I get it’s not an assured thing, but even if there is the slightest chance that there is, drinking is absurd.”

You feel a heat rise in your chest. “For fuck’s sake Jake. It won’t matter anyway.”

Jake furrows his brows at you. “What do you mean? Of course it matters. I could possibly be a Dad, and I don’t want our child having fetal alcohol syndrome because you want a goddamn sangria.”

Now you’re pissed. “I’m not having a fucking baby, Jake. Either way I’m not. No way in hell is that occurring, so get that out of your head.”

Jake makes a face at you. “So that’s it then?”

“Yeah, it sure is. I don’t know who the hell you think you are telling me what I can and cannot do” You spit.

“I’m not trying to fucking tell you what to do. I thought this would be something we would discuss together, as you and me.” He says running his fingers through his hair.

“Well you thought wrong. Now if you’re done having your tantrum I would like to go inside and have my goddamn sangria.” You say, bitterly.

Jake stares at you for a moment, then shakes his head. “Go ahead.”

You march back into the restaurant with your blood boiling. The audacity for him to act like this. Sam can immediately tell something is wrong. He shoots you a look but you nod him off. The drinks arrive and you can’t wait to down your whole sangria in front of Jake. But he never arrives. He never came back inside of that restaurant. Where he went, you have no clue. But the next time you would see Jake things would be very very different.

**

[kedreeva]

7 and/or 10 for the fanfic writer ask meme?

7) How do you edit your fics? What do you look for in your edits?

So, I write in local documents because I don't really like google docs, but when I am doing a real edit job (sometimes I just read through once and slap it up if I'm having a good time), I pop them into a google document because it allows me to make notations without changing things. Then put the words into a voice reader to read them aloud to me! The first time I just listen without reading along with my eyes. This prevents me from having to deal with my tracking issues and forces me to listen to every word, as opposed to skipping words or whatever. The voice reader is ruthless; if I spell something wrong it WILL mangle it trying to pronounce it. I've gotten to the point where I can hear most punctuation in the way it reads, too, so I can often tell if there's punctuation issues like missing commas or something. One of the major things I usually look for if I'm doing full on editing is that the sentences feel good to read aloud or can be read aloud without getting lost in them. I also don't make changes as I go on that pass; I leave comments on the google doc. This helps me prevent the whole "I need to make this change/finds this change 2 sentences later" disaster. It also means I don't feel compelled to perfect something before I finish going through once, because it's mostly note taking. Once I've gone all the way through listening, I go back and make any changes I have noted.

second pass through, I listen again the same way, except this time I read along. It's harder for me to read with my eyes than it is to listen because my eyes want to just skim and get the gist of it which is a terrible way to edit. So, listening along helps. And I read along the second time to catch the things a voice reader can't- like missing apostrophes in possessives (steves vs steve's) and homophones. Again, I don't change as I go usually, I just take notes. I make the changes once I'm done going through. This also edits my edits.

Third pass, I just listen! There shouldn't be anything I need to change at this point. This is the point where, if I can find a beta reader I like (I don't have one currently, mine all acquired Being Busy With Real Life), I would turn it over to them in a google doc, where they can leave comments. Sometimes this is all minor things like if I missed a typo or a sentence doesn't come across clearly. Sometimes it's "this entire section is weird good luck." Sometimes post-beta edits just require some small fixes and it can be posted, sometimes I have to rewrite the chapter and repeat the process. Depends on how much I care to be improving vs how much I just want to have fun, usually.

10) How do you feel about writing plot, setting/description, inner thoughts, dialogue?

Plot, love it. Love a good plot. Love when plots Do Things. Could use less plot when trying to write smut.

Setting description, could take it or leave it, I suppose it depends on what is being described. I used to find it tedious, but I've started getting around that by deciding everything is beautiful if I choose to describe it. Turns out people like weird descriptions of stuff.

Inner thoughts, not really sure what meaning that will have for you, but probably enjoyable. Fanfiction has a lot of thinking and feeling descriptions, which is probably a large part of why I enjoy writing it.

Dialogue, LOVE it. Favorite.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO oooh icic! I’ve never seen anything off in your fics before tbh so whatever quick scan you’re doing is working LOL either that or it was so minor I subconsciously autocorrected it while reading

LMAOOOO BRINGING EGO IN you know it’s really bad when you have to drag him in…I’m just imagining all the different escapades like atp everyone in BLLK knows of what’s going on with all the wingmen circulating

Ok wait speaking of zantetsu I saw your other reply about the hiori and kurona merch set with vol. 30 and it’s GORGEOUS??? But ykw I’m so disappointed about. Where’s the tabieita set. HELLO?? They’ve been doing these like duo sets for a while and they also announced the special merch for vol. 31 which is a deck of cards with characters actually on the cards. And guess what. Tabieitaken ONLY appear on ONE joker card. Like they have to share a card with Shidou and it’s not even in the main deck….but also I was waiting for them to announce a tabieita set but apparently that’s not happening quite yet…..I’m really hoping s2 brings a lot more tabieita fans to the jp fandom specifically so they’ll make sure to include them more in promo….

LMAO THE VISUAL but ok im ngl when i first saw that picture you added i was like….mira what am i looking at…….for some reason i didn’t register it as a sheep dog and thought it was some really weird looking bird…??? So like if you stare really hard the nose is a really giant eye and the nostrils are like eye highlights and the little tip of the ear on the left is a tiny beak…..uh yeah anyways but SO REAL

OOOOH I forgot/didn’t register that BLLK was nonexistent in the bfb au…got too absorbed in the shenanigans that I forgot they play soccer LMAO

Omg that’s right SAVE YOUR DATA!!!

-Karasu anon

i think i mostly will miss a typo here or there…not enough to majorly impact the flow of a story by any means but they exist if you look for them 🤷🏻‍♀️ like i said though one misspelled word amongst thousands won’t kill anyone!!

it becomes like ww3 but it’s just team “setting y/n up with karasu” and team “setting her up with literally anyone else” LMAOAOAO bachira enters the verse just to set her up with like tokimitsu because he thinks it’s funny 😭 isagi unlocks three new types of egos just trying to put together wtf is going on…truly the most chaotic bllk would ever be and yukimiya regrets inviting her to the game in the first place 😓

WAIT I JUST LOOKED IT UP IT IS SOOO PRETTY!! but fr tabieita is the duo of all time where are their flowers 😔 i truly do think/hope/believe they will get what they deserve once season 2 is out because there’s no way they aren’t getting popular!! plus bllk as a show will become more popular internationally hopefully which will more collabs and official arts and whatnot i pray

LMAOOO i had to squint for a while to see the bird but i kinda get it now?? HAHA the karasu brain just took over for you ig 😰 but fr that’s def what bby nagi looked like i just know he was adorable

tbh in the otoya version it’s kinda left open to interpretation whether it exists or not i think?? because otoya’s still in high school when he gets together w y/n and he’s a year older than her so he’s in his third year at that point…considering he joins bllk while in his third year iirc they technically might’ve just started dating RIGHT before he left for bllk ☝🏻 the karasu version takes place over a much longer stretch of time though so it’s made pretty clear that he didn’t go to bllk/that whole thing didn’t exist 😩💔 he does still play soccer though!!

SPEAKING OF BFB WE ARE IN THE ENDGAME OF FINISHING UP WRITING 😳 the end is near…i repeat the end is near…

[soulmatesthrough-death]

❗️🤝 🤡 🧍‍♀️😼 🎵 😎 + Wrench?

F/O Ask Game -- Part 2

❗️- Quick! Without thinking, tell me your favorite thing about your s/o!

   “Heh, not gonna lie...first thing that came to mind was their hair. Which is...sorta weird when there’s a lot to love about my Kat? But... I guess it’s just the fun of it, y’know?

   “The long hair I met them with... Seeing it grow out, getting to play with it... Helping fund the “chop off” process so they could feel better. It’s been a ton of fun. A way to show off their personality. Who they are. So... Maybe it’s a little less weird if I phrase it that way?”

🤝 - What is something in your relationship that you and your [s/o] mutually agree on?

   “Haha, typo! I gotcha, though. Anyways! So a mutual agreement, huh...? I mean, there’s a few things to pick from, but for the one that stands out...

    “First of all, sand is only cool in theory. You miss the beach until sand ends up in your pockets, your boots, (now our) masks... Your ass, still, somehow! Fucking incredible.

   “Also that the Siska movies are cringe, but in a way that has you laughing... So basically, they’re good cringe.”

🤡 - Do you ever embarrass yourself in front of your s/o?

   “When I first read this, I thought it said “does your s/o ever embarrass you” and I was trying to figure out if Kat ever did, intentionally or not...and I re-read it now to realize it’s if I embarrass myself in front of Kat?!

   “...The better question is when don’t I? Even now, I think I’ve got the “cool and suave” vibes going, only to trip on my sledgehammer or stumble over my words and fuck up my lines... We’re married, for fuck’s sake! You would’ve thought I woulda gotten better at all this, at some point.

   “...Well, not that I’m complaining, actually. Me messing up and looking like an idiot gets them giggling and happy, so... Ah, I guess I’ll settle for looking like some kinda dweeb around my partner.”

🧍🏽‍♀️- Has your s/o ever done something (purposeful or not) to embarrass you?

   “OH, I DIDN’T MISREAD!!! HAHA...! I still don’t know, actually. I’m trying to think up something that comes to mind, but... Most of the time, they’ve either been so cute that nothing else registers, or so awkward that I’m more worried about them than me. Y’know?

   “But yeah, they’re too much of a sweetheart to bully me like I do them. If I embarrass them, it’s all fun and games! But they never do the same back... Although, that might have something to do with us having different...thresholds for who considers what “embarrassing,” so I win more than they lose.”

😼 - Do you ever get jealous when your s/o pays more attention to a cute pet than you?

   “...No. Yes. Fuck! Maybe!?

   “...All I’m saying is I am totally, way cuter than a “puppy”...or cat...but I’ll admit defeat to Princess Leia. ONLY because she’s our baby!!! Any other cat or dog or horse...or whatever has no grounds to stand on!!”

🎵 - Give me a song that reminds me of your s/o!

   “Oh... Wow. Uh, I’m not prepared for this one, actually. We have a song together and it’s so “us” that I’ve never quite thought up a song that reminds me of KitKat...? Lemme check, though.

   “Hmm... Might have to go with Moon and Back by Alice Kristiansen. It goes both ways, but... The gentle tone of the song, overall sappiness, moon themes (right next to all things cats, they LOVE the space-stuff), support through rough times... Yeah. That’s my wifey.”

😎 - What do you do to impress your s/o?

   “Uhhh, a little bit of everything? Especially in the beginning! To...the point I was overbearing, yeah. But I really wanted them to like me. An embarrassing amount. Miiiight’ve gotten a little over the top, sometimes.

   “Now, though? I’ve actually calmed down. My biggest “love letter” to Kat was getting Princess Leia at all and... They recognize that. I get to live with this silly furball-baby and I...think that’s a break for awhile. Might get back into DedSec work...might find something new.

   “I’m still thinking about it. Kat wants kids someday, though, and I plan to keep impressin’.”

[ineffablefool]

Icarus Had It Easy

I am no dove, high-flying, Rising up to gain the Heavens. Some bird more stygian, perhaps. Some graceless carrion-eater.

Crowley can tell something’s up as soon as he comes into the sitting room. Aziraphale is reading, same as usual, but there’s a dangerously soft smile on his lips, and it’s not a book in his lap but a yellowing pamphlet. The faded ink on the cover is almost faint enough to let Crowley pretend he doesn’t know exactly what it is.

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So @anonymousdandelion​ started this thing where Crowley wrote poems under the name Antonio Penn, and then other people joined in, and now I have too I guess?  Yes.  Here is a poem that Crowley wrote, followed by some of what happens when Aziraphale (re-)reads it much later.  It is Soft.

[natswritingz]

Little Black Skirt (Eddie Munson x fem!reader) SMUT 18+

(A/N- My writing took a weird turn and like switched up on me, so I hope you enjoy this style, whatever it is? Requests are open, I also apologize for any typos, I did proofread but knowing me, I probably missed something. Hope you enjoy :) )

Warnings - SPANKING KINK! This story is all about spanking and fingering, dom Eddie, praising, also being called slutty hehe

Words - 1.8k

Eddie hated, hated, when you wore your tight little skirts, because of course the only time you'd wear them was when he couldn't lay a hand on you. You "never" wore them when it was the two of you in private according to him, which was a fat lie.

Today was one of those days you wore your little black skirt, it fell only mere inches below your ass. A nice treat for Eddie later, you'd argue it was a nice treat for him all night.

"I'll see you Monday." You hugged Robin goodbye as Steve rolled his eyes behind the two of you as if this wasn't what happened every time you all hung out.

Eddie just stood in a trance, your legs looked fucking fantastic, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The wind would slightly pick up and move your skirt just enough for him to see the red lace of your panties, his favorite pair. Your thighs, just there tantalizing him, he thought his face would look better between them.

You stood back from the embrace, Eddie now taking you under his arm as Steve and Robin got into his car and drove off. Watching the taillights disappear into the distance of the trailer park, you could feel Eddie remove his arm from your shoulders and before you knew it, his large hand paired with cold rings grabbed at your ass.

"I feel like I faintly remember requesting you to not wear the sluttiest thing you own when we're in a position I can't take you on the spot." The brunette's sarcastic comment induced a facetious eye roll from you.

"Man, I feel like I remember faintly not caring." Turning on your heel Eddie's hand was involuntarily moved from your ass to your hip. Now looking at him, you both had coy smirks on your face, each for different reasons. You beamed with playfulness, while he was fueled with lust and unspeakable ideas.

Ed wanted to waste no more time, taking ahold of your hand he guided you inside to the cluttered trailer and into his even more cluttered room. Going to sit on the bed, Eddie stopped you and instead took a seat himself, leaving you on display.

"Since you decided to tease me tonight with your little skirt, I think it's only fair you receive a punishment. Don't you think, babygirl?" His dominance made you weak in the knees. The corner of his lips curled to a devious smile; one you've grown quite used to.

"Fine, let's get this over with." You coolly played it off, not knowing what he had up his sleeve kept you on pins and needles.

"Tsk - in a gritty mood tonight? I definitely think ol' Y/N deserves her punishment." The desire in his eyes was apparent the more you went back and forth, his pupils dilated with the slightest rim of brown. "Come here and bend over my knee." You sent him an inquisitive look to which he replied to by tapping his palm against his left thigh.

Deciding to entertain Eddie, you obliged and laid yourself over his knees, your ass now face up in his lap. He stifled a groan at the sight of your skirt already beginning to ride up, the red panties ever so visible. You felt the presence of a single digit drawing lines up and down your thighs with the occasional tracing on the curve of your ass, his gentle touch made your core ache.

"Look at this slutty little undergarment you have on, what was the reason for wearing these? Hm?" His voice became lower the more he spoke, a telltale sign Eddie was beyond horny. His gravelly tone made you pull your lip between your teeth, your eyes shutting harshly before letting your face relax once more.

"O-only pair that was clean." Seeing right through your stuttered fib, he knew the real reason, you wanted his attention and that was just what he was going to give you.

"So now we have to lengthen your punishment, for lying and wearing this little skirt. Anything else you wanna do to add to your punishment, sweetheart?" He cupped his hand to the back of your knee, slowly dragging it up towards your ass, sending goosebumps to your surfaces.

"I didn't li-" SMACK. Your body jolted at the sudden impact, the stinging sensation on your left asscheek coming mere seconds later. You could hear Eddie's shallow breathing paired with a faint grunt; he was enjoying himself.

"You're just digging your hole there, babe." His palm rested on your ass, massaging it to calm down the pain before lifting and letting it fall with another harsh slap, a whine escaped your lips. "Sounds like someone's getting pleasure from being a bad girl." Then another one, SMACK.

"Fuck - Eddie." You moaned your words through a clenched jaw, your ass was virtually on fire. The pain mixed with your excitement, perfectly balancing each other like yin and yang, leaving you to soak your undergarment and ache without any touch to your covered pussy.

"What do you need, princess? Just tell me what you need." He cooed, adoring the beet red marks he left on your pretty ass.

"Touch m-" SMACK. This hit drew a loud moan from your swollen lips you had been biting at a little too much.

"You want me to touch you? Do you think you deserve it after tonight?" All you could do was hum in agreement. He tsked his tongue in thought, removing his hand that was clamped to the back of your knee and began playing with the hem of the lace panties. "Such a beautiful view, a few more spanks and I'm not sure I'll be able to tell where the material starts." The thought of Eddie leaving your ass bright red somehow turned you on more, you weren't sure that was possible at this point, but Eddie always had his ways of surprising you.

His pointer finger crept along the fabric, falling to where your covered cunt throbbed. He pushed against your covered clit which endorsed another moan from you, rubbing ever so slightly, painfully teasing you.

"You know-" He moved his hand upward, looping his finger around the fabric just above your wet slit, pulling the material up just enough to have it put pressure on your core. "I love hearing your noises when I spank you, I know you're enjoying it just as much as I am."

"Maybe more than you." You butted in. You couldn't see his smirk, but you could sense it, you knew Eddie all too well. He pulled the panties up, the article pushing on your clit even harder. Your hips moved as instinct, desperately trying to get more relief. Another loud contact could be heard paired with the sensation of pleasurable pain. Desperately looking for something to clench, you took a fistful of his sheets, knuckles turning white as you secured your grip.

"Let's take these off." Removing his palm from the hold he took above your pussy, using both hands he snaked his fingers under the cloth while you raised your hips, swiftly pulling them to the halfway mark on your thighs. You were exposed to him now, free to explore as much as he'd like.

His left hand began to tease your entrance, drawing sloppy lines between your lubed lips. A sigh of relief poured from your mouth, his warm fingers continued to dance temptingly. Finally giving you what you want, he slowly entered his middle finger, allowing your walls to eagerly accept him.

"Mm - you're so fucking wet for me princess, too bad you've been such a bad girl, I'd be licking you clean right now." His right hand could be felt in your hair, jerking your head back to where your breath caught in your throat. Your eye's landed on a Judas Priest poster you hopelessly attempted to fixate on, Eddie was driving you mad with his teasing.

He pumped his digit slowly, sliding in and out, you swore paint drying was faster than his current pace. You found yourself fighting the urge to push back against his hand, your hips needed to buck or roll, anything for more. Anything for him to go deeper.

"Look at how patient my girl is, such a good girl." He leaned towards your tilted back head, whispering his praises in your ear. "Not trying to grind against me, just letting me finger you at my own pace." He knew what he was doing, he wanted you to misbehave, to permit another spank.

He completely stopped moving, no longer moving his hand and just letting his finger rest snug inside you. Asshole, you thought to yourself.

"Eddieeee." Your whine was needy, still refusing to make any motion against his hand.

"I know you wanna fuck my hand back, babygirl." He let go of your hair, allowing you to hang it at your own elevation. "Do it. Give in." His words of encouragement pushed you. You needed the release now, this instant. With that, you pushed your ass back, feeling his finger submerge deeper.

The hand that unclasped from your hand now slapped your ass another time, his finger still inside you. The pain of the slap and his finger sliding into your soaking pussy felt like utter bliss. You continued to roll your hips which got Eddie to give in, entering another finger and curling them while he laid another smack on your ass.

"Umph - yes, ke-keep going." You moaned, reinforcing your grip on his sheets. The sound of his open palm against your cheek filled the room once more, then again, and again. As he continued to smack your backside, he picked up the pace just how you like it, reaching your g-spot repeatedly.

"You like that, princess? You like me fucking you while I punish you?" All you could do was loudly moan in response, currently, words weren't at your disposal.

It was so stimulating; the fullness of Eddie's large fingers, the burning sensation radiating from your ass, his dirty words, the grunts he'd let out as you squirmed around on his hard bulge. It was enough to make you think you've died and gone to heaven.

"You gonna cum babygirl?" He could feel and sense it, your walls clenching around his fingers, the soft whimpers mixed with moans that exited your pretty mouth, you were going to cum. Mhm was the only 'word' that you could vocalize, his hand still pounding against your pussy, the other now massaging your ass through the slaps he gave you.

"Shit Eddie - I'm gonna cu- Eddie I'm gonna-" You were a mess with shaking legs.

"Cum for me princess." And so you did, your walls pulsating around his fingers, the butterflies in your stomach felt like they were being released as you rode out your orgasm with sharp pants, you were unfolding in his hands.

Giving you a few seconds, he slowly pulled out and drew his hand to his face, licking his middle and pointer fingers clean, savoring your taste. You continued to lay face down on his lap, exhausted from the explosive orgasm you just had.

"I've changed my mind, I think you should wear this more often." His words made you lazily giggle.

"If that happens every time I do, gladly."

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[h4rringt0nswife]

Don’t Move

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You are Steve Harringtons best friend. You also happen to be in love with him. Yeah, super cliche. He's recovering from his break-up but there's only so much "Nancy" you can take before you finally break too.

Warnings: Swearing, slightly jealous!reader, fluff towards the end, typos, slight sexual scenario??

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This takes place around end of season 2 early 3. No ST4 spoilers ;). As always feedback is appreciated <3.

“Babysitting on Friday again? How classy.” You laugh from the passenger side seat as Steve rolls his eyes at you, gripping the wheel tighter.

“Pfftt babysitter? I’m not a damn babysitter. I’m more of the-”

“Chauffeur?”

“Mom?“

He’s interrupted by two voices coming from the back seat of his car; Dustin and Mike. The three of you break into a fit of laughter as Steve could only stare at the road blankly.

“I was going to say a friend but yeah those are ‘fitting’ I guess.” He huffs. “Forgive us o’ high and mighty King Steve. Maybe thou shall be paid for this ‘friendship’.” You raise your arms and drop them repeatedly, only causing more giggles from the back seat.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But come on, I thought we were better than this Henderson? I put a dead demo-dog thing or whatever in Ms. Byers’ fridge for you. I thought that counted for something.” Dustin sighs apologetically and nods his head. “And I thank you every day for that bro.”

Steve holds his hand out and Dustin takes it happily, doing a small, but nevertheless fulfilling, handshake.

“This has to be some form of gaslighting,” you scoff.

“Jealous much? The H&H bromance lives on!” He laughs happily, throwing a wink at you. Your stomach churns. You thought it was crazy how something such as an innocent wink could make you feel like that.

“Ew don’t say it like that. It sounds weird like some child labor camp or something.”

Their conversation continued but you just sat there. Mind running a million miles per second with butterflies soaring in your stomach. It was only a wink, right? But a wink from him, oh god your heart ached. How could your heart skip every few beats when you were around him, and yet…he was the reason it beat faster? As a matter of fact, he was the lone reason why it DID beat. Him. You didn’t know if it was his smile, or if it was his eyes. But it was something between all that, that had you hooked. You felt yourself going even more insane every day that you could not have him to yourself. To kiss, to love, to…cherish. Forever.

“Hey? You good?” Steve waves a hand in front on your face. You blink a few times and look around. Mike and Dustin were waving in the direction of the car while heading into The Wheelers family home. “Oh- yeah, my bad. Just zoned out.” You smile sheepishly.

“Yeah I noticed. I didn’t hear any shit-talking from your side.” You playfully push his arm. “Just admit it. You missed the soothing sounds of my voice huh ?”

“Charming.”

Steve’s eyes drift back to the wheelers home. You peered over to see Nancy through her window, pacing around with a book in hand. Looking back at Steve you sigh. Although it had been a few months since the break-up, he was still hurt by the situation. You could see it in his eyes. A love-sick puppy. It hurt you to see him like this (especially since you worshiped the ground he walked on). Though you'd hate to admit it, you could feel small spurts of the green-eyed-monster rise and spread throughout your body.

Small droplets of rain started collecting on the windshield of the BMW. Leaves swirl around on the ground. And the trees swayed as the wind started to pick up pace. It was scenic, beautiful even.

“Hey.” You nudge his arm. He was still staring up at the small window longingly. He hummed before finally turning his attention towards you. “It’s raining... we should get outta here,” you advised. Your voice was small and almost thin. You didn’t know how to comfort him when you, yourself needed comforting. Seeing the one you love be in love with someone else hurt more than anything. She burned, and she was unforgiving.

He nodded and pulled out of the driveway. He was still heartbroken to say the least. Still grieving the death of his relationship with Nancy. What really hurt him was the fact that she didn’t love him back. She didn’t feel the genuine joy he felt, or how wounding it was to see her and Jonathan in that room together. Sure, they had sex and sure it was fun, but he had fell in love with her throughout the year long relationship. And it was all just “bullshit” to Nancy.

“Let’s just go to my place. The rain is getting bad and your house is all the way across town.”

You nod.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re rich Steve Harrington. Maybe you could be my sugar daddy or something.” You look around at the house in front of you. Steve flicks on the light to the living area and plops down on the sofa.

“Oh, shut up. It's my parents. You know how they are about 'earning your way in life' or some shit." He kicks his feet up on the ottoman before him. “As a single mom of 6, what advice would you like to give the crowd?” You hold your fist up to his face, mimicking a microphone as you take a seat next to him. “What can I say? Hm... Wrap it up.” He laughs.

After he found a show to watch the two of you sat there for a while. Laughing softly every so often when the characters on the TV made a joke. You felt a breeze of cool air causing you to shiver. You figured it was the AC kicking on. Your sudden shaking didn’t go unnoticed, Steve looked over at you realizing your clothes were still slightly damp. “Hold on let me go grab you something.” He leapt up from the couch.

A few minutes later he came back downstairs with a clean sweatshirt, some sweatpants, and a blanket. “These should work.” He hands the clothes to you, your fingers brushing against each-others. You look up at him and smile. Mumbling a quick thanks and rushing to the bathroom, eager to get out of your own wet clothes.

Steve flipped through more channels on the TV. The show the two of you had been watching had gone off and turned to a news channel which, in his opinion, was not very interesting. He heard shuffling and a door creak from down the hall signaling to him that you were coming back. He kept his eyes on the box in front of him while speaking.

"The show went off so I'm changing the channel if that's fine. Unless you want to watch the 'Hawkins Snooze'." He snorts then his eyes finally land on you. His eyes scanned over you. His eyebrows furrowed together as he thought to himself.

You're really pretty.

He didn't know how he didn't notice it until now. How beautiful you are. You were wearing his shirt...but not the pants. Your bare legs were smooth, and it seemed as though they could go on forever. He tore his eyes away from your legs and fixated on your eyes. Your lips started moving but he heard nothing.

"Ahem-um the pants were uh itchy so I... I decided to not wear them...if that's okay? I hope this isn't weird?" You rambled over your words. Suddenly nervous or dare you say titillated embarrassed by his sudden attention. You gulp thickly as you shift on your feet.

"Huh? Oh, uh no it's fine. Just get over here. The couch misses you." He waves you over and you oblige.

The two of you laugh mindlessly at the joke the main character had made when Steve began speaking.

"This was Nancy's favorite thing to do on Friday nights. She'd come over and we'd watch some dumb show. We'd eat popcorn and stay up and talk all night." He admitted. Eyes still glued to the screen. You tugged on your bottom lip that was between your teeth, trying to hold in words from spilling out. Afraid that your lips would release too many.

"Can we... not talk about Nancy? I feel like she's all we talk about anymore." He finally looks over to you and his eyebrows furrow together. Confusion written all over his face.

"Pfft. No, she's not." His voice was low. Laced with disbelief. "Oh, but Steve, she is. It's always 'Should I speak to Nancy' or you're talking about how much you miss her and love her and how you should apologize for something that's completely not even your fault." You sit up, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

"Hey hey that is NOT fair. We're supposed to be friends. And I confide in you. We tell each other everything so my bad if I talked your ear off with my feelings towards another human fucking being." He grumbled. He raked his fingers through his hair, feeling anxious about all the new raw feelings at bay.

"Tell each other everything my ass..." You whispered not expecting him to hear it.

"And what's that supposed to mean. Hm y/n? You know everything about me. I tell you shit that I would take to my grave with me." He stood from his seat, now pacing.

"You wanna know what that means? Well, I'll tell you," you chuckle unhumourously. "It means that I have been here the whole time and you really haven't ever noticed? You don't see it? I'm supposed to be your so called 'best friend' and you can't even tell that I love you." You were breaking and you felt it. The barrier between your emotions and your friendship was breaking, and you felt every. single. crack.

"What? What are you talking about? Yeah I love you too but-"

He stopped in front of you.

"You don't get it." You chuckle dryly. "You're always too busy up Nancy's ass to see that I am in love with you Steve. And when I see the way your eyes light up when you talk about her, and how your ears perk up when anyone mentions her name, I feel myself slowly slipping into madness. Yeah, I may know everything about you but obviously you don't know a damn thing about me." You confessed.

His eyes widened and his mouth formed a perfect "o".

"Yeah, and when you were out there chasing Nancy, I was always... I was always, always there with you because at least I could still love you even if it was from afar. You always talking about Nancy drives me crazy because I'm right here. I've always been here Steve. You can't tell me you didn't see me... I don't think it's possible to love someone as much as I love you. I yearn for you every single god damn day... but you don't see it. You don't see me..." Your face burned and your voice was cracking by the end. Your hands were shaking, and you felt hot tears start dampening the corners of your eyes.

"And I'm not blaming you for not knowing, because obviously you were preoccupied with your own love life. But really? You've never ever even had a small... inkling that maybe, just maybe, I could have liked you?"

He just stood there. Shocked. Unable to form any actual words. He didn't know how or what to feel in the moment. You are his best friend he'd never thought of you that way. Unless he did? His clothes squeezed against him, and he was sure you heard his heartbeat, as loud as it was in his ears.

"Say something Steve... Please...Anything." You pleaded with him. It almost sounded like you were begging him to. But whatever it took for him to say something.

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. You scoff. Hurt and embarrassed.

Standing up and gathering your things, you make your way over to the door. Just as you're turning the doorknob his hand placed a firm hold against the door.

"Where are you going?" He asks. Voice hoarse from the misuse of it.

"You can't expect me to stay here. I literally just poured my heart out to you, and you had nothing to say. So, I'll leave and then we can pretend none of this ever even happened. We'll be two peas in a pod again." You wipe a tear away from your cheek and give him a tight-lipped smile along with a sarcastic thumbs up.

"But I don't want you to leave y/n.." He didn't know why he wanted you to stay so badly. Or what he was even thinking really. His thoughts going too rapidly he couldn't read any. He stepped a foot closer to you. Softly grasping your hand and pulling it away from the doorknob.

"What do you want then? Because I find it very hard to believe that you even know what you want." You were shaking. More violently than earlier. You were trying to decipher his thinking, but with the look on his face. You really couldn't tell if he was thinking anything at all.

"You're right. I don't know what I want. But I do know that I don't want you to leave." He was confused himself.

He'd never felt this way before, towards anyone, not even Nancy. He felt as though if he could just touch you, it would all go away. All his pain, all of his confusion, it would all melt away. You were his best friend; he shouldn't have thought of you this way. But oh, he did. His mind lingered on you more than he was willing to admit. Wondering what you would think of something new. How many stars you would give it and why. Anything you breathed was golden to him.

His mind was exploding. His blood was dizzying, and his bones rattled with all of his shaking. He was rooted to the ground and yet he was unbalanced at the same time. What he wanted? No, what he needed... What he needed was you. You are his safe haven, every single thing you touched, you left seared in his mind. He was completely and utterly taken by none other than you.

"Stay..." He stepped impossibly closer. With that you didn't want to leave. Your heart thumped against its cage; your body was on fire. His uneven breaths fanned over your face. Your eyes found themselves gazing shamelessly at his lips. His tongue darted out, slowly swiping over his plushy lips.

"Okay," you breathed out. Eyes drifting back up to his. He leans in carefully, slowly, giving you time to slap him if you needed. But luckily... that never happened. Breathing and not breathing, scorching cheeks, lustful eyes, trembling knees and sweaty palms. Yet, none of that seemed to matter, because he was here, he was everywhere. His scent and his touch shadowed all of your senses. Overcasting every thought you'd had at that very moment. There was only him. Your lips ghosted each other's before you whispered a simple.

"I'll stay."

He brushed a finger ever-so-slightly across your jawline leaving the skin there tingly. Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down. Placing a small kiss to the side of your mouth first before you leaned up and filled the space between the two of you. You were finally kissing Steve Harrington.

He kissed you softly, as though you were going to break. He was tender, and sweet, barely even there. His lips are soft against yours. Sweeter and softer than the first sip of hot chocolate during the winter months. Like having a fond memory to cherish for the rest of your life. In that moment he was the rest of your life. There was nothing more you wanted other than him and his sweet, relentless love. Your heartbeat slowed along with his, becoming in sync with each other and your body relaxed.

He drew small circles with his fingertips on the small of your back and you were afraid that your knees would give out right then and there. You never wanted to stop feeling like this. Terrified, nervous, and yet completely enamored.

Finally, you pulled away. The two of you gasped for air but at the same time you thought you didn't need it if it meant being that close to him. He looked down at you, in a way no one had ever looked at you before and it quite literally terrified you. Terrified you to think how much you really needed him.

"Don't move yet. Can we stay like this a sec?" He questions as he holds his head in the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent. You came to him in ebbing waves. You reminded him of the beach at sunset. Gorgeous and Peaceful. He could lose himself in you, drown in your scent and he'd never ever get enough. He'd always come back for more of you like a relentless little boy begging for candy. You are intoxicating.

"I had to know that this is all real and not some figment of my imagination." He flashes his award-winning smile at you causing a small laugh from you.

[helpforihavefallen]

I need a Priya x fem!reader oneshot or smth- PLS

I got you! Enjoy reading ig-

warnings: none, my possible typos

Priya x Fem!Reader

...

Who gave her a permission to be this gorgeous?

Was she allowed to look at her like this?

"Earth to y/n, earth to y/n. Miriam zero one is calling for y/n."

"Huh?"

y/n was rudely awoken from her thoughts by her friend Miriam who now had a pout on her face as she noticed y/n hasn't been listening at all.

"Listen girl i'm saying this with all my love, but you have been acting like a straight up zombie lately," The girl spoke, putting weight in the love word as she was calling her friend out, now having her full attention.

y/n was practically sweating rocks as Miriam stared at her, waiting for the answer. It was not like the girl has been doing anything illegal or weird, it’s just that one individual has been stealing her heart very succesfully.

Her eyes slowly went away from Miriams burning stare to a girl behind her. She was truly like a goddess. y/n let out a sigh and then quickly laughed, swinging her arms around, “Come on Mir you know me. I have been nose deep in the 4town story i’m writing. Might have missed couple nights to that-”

The taller girl let out a suspecting ’hm’ before clapping her hands together, ”You have to let me read it when it’s ready!”

Y/n continued the conversation with Miriam, excitedly blabbering about the story, but not long after she found herself staring at her crush again. She couldn’t help it really. The way she always seemed to be in her own world, the way her hair would fall on her face when she was focused on reading. It seemed like she was once again sucked into a world of Nightfall.

”Ayyy Priya!”

Miriam yanked y/n with her towards their friend as she spotted the quiet girl ahead of them, greeting her with a hip bump, ”what’s good?”

Priya smiled tiredly and answered to the question, closing the book in her hand to give the pair her full attention.

”You know. Stuff,” was her simple answer and Miriam shook her head with a chuckle but before she could answer Priya turned to the other one, ”Sick outfit y/n. I like it.”

Y/n’s cheeks practically started to glow crimson as she received the compliment. She crossed her arms and stepped back a bit in hopes her friends wouldn’t notice the blush, ”nah girl but your outfit is mint today.”

”Y/N, MIRIAM AND PRIYA SPOTTED!” A very familiar yell echoed through the hallway as Abby and Mei ran towards the trio, the shorter one on the lead with her arms stretched out ready to lock the closest one in the hug. And that someone just happened to be y/n.

Abby jumped up and y/n shrieked but it was too late. The girl was already tackled into a powerful hug which ended up the pair to fall into the ground with a loud thud. Everyones loud laughter filled the area as they greeted each other, Abby still very much clinging into her friend. Y/n blinked for a good minute, progressing what just happened until her eyes landed on Priya who was holding in laughter, eyes shut tightly and a wide smile on her face as she tried to hide it behind the book.

Y/n felt her cheeks burn yet again as she stared at the girl. How perfect could she be. But she quickly composed herself and turned to look at Abby who was grinning, ”Sup Abby.”

The chubbier girl let out an excited noise and quickly got up, immediately starting to explain whatever news she might have. Y/n got up as well, helped by Mei as she chuckled at the scene. The pair started listening to Abbys story. Apparently Devon has once again come to the barber shop yesterday and his hair still remained as soft as it was before. Y/n rolled her eyes at the story, chuckling as she turned her head away from her friend just to get greeted by the yet so familiar tired ones, curiously looking at her direction.

But when Priya realized that y/n has caught her staring, she quickly looked away, keeping the tired expression on her face, but there was ever so small blush on her cheeks as she watched Abby who was still deep in her story. Y/n turned away from the girl as well but her mind was racing. Was Priya blushing because of her? She was anything but certain, but one thing that she knew was that she couldn’t go on like this. She had to tell her.

She was going to tell Priya she liked her.

...

There she was, sitting beside her with her eyes glued on the computer before them with a grin. Y/n has asked Priya to come to her house to play games and go over with the story she was writing. Of course her friend immediately said yes with an excited spark in her usually tired eyes, but it was all just a set up so y/n could confess to her in a safe place. Then again the girl was still on edge by the whole thing, what if it will ruin their friendship? What if it went horribly? What if-

“How did you even get the sims? Isn’t it like- super expensive?” Priya exclaimed, looking away from the screen before them with raised eyebrows.

“I have my ways-”

“You begged until your parents got sick of it?”

“I used the ‘at least i’m not doing anything illegal like the others’ excuse.”

“Neat.”

Y/n smiled as Priya raised her hand to a small high-five before turning back to the game again, creating the characters for the gameplay and soon a small chuckle left from her lips. Y/n raised her eyebrows and looked at the screen and she let out an amused ‘HA’. Priya created them as the best she could with 4town and some characters from nightfall as well. They didn’t quite look like them, but it was the thought that counts, “This. is. the best household in the history of households.” 

The pair laughed and started playing, creating drama and fighting with the townies, without realizing that hours passed since they first started. Not only has the other characters died already by every possible way there is, but sim y/n and Priya had ended up in a relationship and they were about to get married.

“We are like...couple goals.”

“Why did we put the graves in the backyard tho...”

Priya let out a laugh and paused the game, leaning back and yawning. There was a small smile on her lips as she turned to look at her friend. Y/n stared at her and smiled as well, but suddenly got up and stretched, “We need some fresh air. It’s already dark so it’ll be spookyy,” y/n let out a long ‘boo’ in the end, wiggling her fingers while laughing. Even Priya let out a small chuckle and stood up, nodding.

“You had me at spooky.”

The pair quickly made their way to the outside, sitting in the backyard and looking at he dark sky above them. They grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge, yelling cheers as they knocked down the drinks quickly. Priya once again started to talk about nightfall and y/n chuckled. It was adorabled how passionate she was about the book. They talked for a while, just enjoying each others company but the weather was getting cold...quickly.

Y/n scooted closer to the girl, deciding this was it. She took a shaky breath as Priya looked forward, a shy smile on her lips. y/n moved her hand ever so slightly towards her friend, lightly brushing her fingers against hers. But as their fingers touched, they practically felt sparks between them and the girls turned to look at each other. Was this the moment she was waiting for? Y/n suddenly felt the overwhelming butterflies in her stomach and she looked down to her feet. Why was this so hard-

Before she could do anything else, she felt Priya grab her hand gently, looking down as well clearly embarrassed by what she was doing. Y/n eyes widened and she inhaled sharply before smiling. Her hand was warm. It felt safe.

“I like you Priya.”

Y/n finally blurted out the sentence she has been holding on, waiting for the other girl to answer as her eyes seemed to widen as well. But instead of saying anything right away, Priya moved closer to y/n, now pressed against her side. She slowly lowered her head on the girls shoulder, resting against her. Y/n didn’t say anything either. She was just happy to be close to her.

But soon she heard a small voice beside her as she felt her hand get squeezed into a tighter hold.

“I like you too y/n.”

[kavaeroexe]

Aye this 🐦 Anon again , man... I very feel guilty because i sent to you much random crossover idea ... anyway ..

Idea some crossover yandere theme again. i will send another idea about crossover-im sorry , still Elysia!reader just said " Hei [name characther] ... when I'm gone... When it turn to end the war ... Will you find me ?"

Reader mention about the clone war or the Order 66 etc, and reader think they can't alive until that end. What they reaction about reader say that ?

Some angst thing , that i found from fanart that i see ahaha ah...

Anyway luvv you , have a great day 💖

ANGSTY WHY, BUT ILY 🐦 ANON, ILY BUT WHY

" Hei ... when I'm gone... When it turns to end the war ... Will you find me ?"

Elysia!reader x Yan!star wars

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Anakin Skywalker

the moment he hears it, he stopped doing whatever he’s doing

he starts to worry and asking you so many things 

“Are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“Hey hey... nobody is going to be gone, okay? please tell me what’s wrong.”

if you tell him that you’re not really sure you’re going to make it until the end, he’s going to assure you that you’ll make it until the end with him

he believes you’re a strong person and will be able to end these wars together.

but you still asking the same question, that will he finds you

“Of course, anything so you could get back to my side” He claims it, while he hugged you tightly and after that, he’ll kiss you softly.

if you have really gone, he’ll use all his time and effort, sending messages, looking for you from one place to place, from one planet to planet.

when he’s able to find you, the first thing he’ll do is spin you around and greet you with a thousand kisses, stroking your hair, and mumbling, “Don’t do this ever again, I miss you so much”

he’ll spend thousand years just so he could find you, no matter what things he will face soon, he’ll face it just so he could find you.

and in case something like that happens again, he starts locking you u, even though it’s useless.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

this man also goes silent the moment you asked about it

but the difference is that he immediately answers your question while reassuring you about it

“I will... I will. Don’t worry my dear, no need, I’ll keep my words.”

he’ll cuddle you if you guys have the time, and while cuddling, he’ll softly whisper things like “You’re strong, the strongest person I know, so you’ll be going to be fine.” or  “It’s okay dear, nobody will be able to take you away for so long, I’ll deal with them”

weird for General Kenobi to say something like that, but ey this is yandere’s theme

but after all of that sweet words, he truly meant to keep his words.

It’s you 

he never wants to lose you, not in the slightest.

when you turn out make it till the end, he’ll say “See? you’re way better than who you think you are.”

but when it turns out you’re really gone, he will not try to find you somewhere far away for a starter, instead he will try to look around him, especially the places you love to hide at

or somewhere that means important to you

once he’s able to find you, he will stand far away, before the next second he saw you run towards him and hug him

“Hello there, I keep my words didn’t I?”