#I watched a lot this year this is a small snippet
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WOO 2023
Lets talk about my top 10 films that came out in 2022! I watched a lot of films last year!
1. Everything everywhere all at once
I could write essays on this movie but putting it simply I watched this film in theatres 5 times. There was nothing in this movie that dissapointed me. Its an incredible example of nihilism vs existentialism and I cried 3/5 times i saw it. I now own it on dvd.
2. Bullet train
Bullet train I saw ever so slightly less coming in at 4 cinema visits! Fantastic visuals and soundtrack. Wonderful casting and a fabulously written script! One of my favourite examples of a film that is just fun to watch. I'll be honest on the 3rd and 4th time I was a bit bored but theres not as much going on to rewatch as EEAAO.
3. Black panther: Wakanda forever
I started crying and I dont know if I stopped? An incredibly touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and a heartbreaking reminder of who we've lost. I think this is the best marvel movie since endgame honestly.
4. The unbearable weight of massive talent
Nick Cage is unironically one of my favourite actors and him and pedro pascal have created an amazing piece of media here. It is so funny and thats all it needs to be! Its just 2 guys getting to know eachother. Fair enough theres some action and spy shit going on but with that removed it is just pure fun.
5. NOPE
A slightly controversial one I know, However, I will never get over the wacky inflatable arm tube men. Im not even joking. They are what made me want to see the film in the first place! No but an excellent example of terror vs fear and a perfect film to discuss questions like "how far should you go for the shot" and issues like exploitation of animals.
6. Three thousand years of longing.
First and foremost its Tilda Swinton and Idris Elba enough said. This movie is gorgeous. The cinematography is beautiful and the costumes the makeup the set design the props my word they did not dissapoint! The message of the film is largely isolation but also behind that theres a sense of love is eternal and how much would you do for love. I couldn't recommend this film more.
7. Matilda
Ok this one is the music and choreography for me. It's a fun film and i loce the set design for it. The costume for mrs wormwood is to die for and I want it all. Theres not a huge moral like the others on the list its a good example of what goes around comes around and good prevails. The camerawork is amazing too.
8. The Menu
Everyone in this film is an awful person EXCEPT Anya Taylor Joy's Character and I live for it. The pacing is wonderful, the camerawork again fantastic and the characterisation!!! There is so much tension and it keeps building until you reach the climax its a wonderful. I like to think the film is about anti capitalism and the death of creatives due to the preassure of critics.
9. The banshees of inisherin
My favourite type of media is where nothing happens but SO MUCH happens. (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead is a wonderful example of this) and Banshees is an amazing example of that. At its core its about loss and lobelyness. Plus It has a RELATIVELY ACCURATE autistic character and thats my favourite part.
10. Don't worry darling
DON'T BOO ME DON'T YOU DARE. OK I ENJOYED IT. SOMEONE HAD TO! HARRY'S ACTING WASN'T EVEN THAT BAD YES IT COULD HAVE BEEN BETTER BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH SHIT GOING ON CAN YOU BLAME HIM! plus I was living for the drama of DWD and no it was not at all about feminism or the female orgasm but it was about control and it was a fantastic film to showcase that.
Honorable mentions go to:
Where the crawdads sing, Batman, The bad guys, Sing 2, violent night, JJK:0, Multiverse of madness.
Thor does not get an honorable mention and I will not see avatar 2 because I want it to flop.
#2022#movies#cinema#this is my opinion#tag me with your own!#I watched a lot this year this is a small snippet#marvel#black panther wakanda forever#everything everywhere all the time#everything everywhere all at once#bullettrain#the unbearable weight of massive talent#nope film#jordan peele#matilda#matilda the musical#matilda 2022#the menu#three thousand years of longing#the banshees of inisherin#dont worry darling
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TikTok Trend
Beautiful decides to take part in a TikTok Trend with Joel. A New in Town drabble.
^We're borrowing Mr. Ben for a late-40s Joel, OK? I desperately need more gifs of Pedro's Joel from that era, I'm too reliant on other characters and actual Pedro gifs for these fics GIVE ME SOMETHING PLEASE
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from New in Town
Warnings: Not much! Age gap but not the focus of the fic (reader is 36, Joel is 48). No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.
Length: 1.4k
A/N: I got stuck thinking earlier how Joel would react to the "call your boyfriend your husband" trend and this is how I think it'd go. This is set about 3 months before the last chapter of New in Town. This can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that reader is Sarah's best friend and Joel and Reader have an established relationship of about a year.
“So what’s this for again?” Joel asked as he sat down at the picnic table in the park.
“It’s a TikTok challenge,” you said, settling in beside him. Joel opened the paper bag the two of you had just gotten from a food truck and started taking out the tacos, putting some in front of you and him.
“Right,” he said. “And… I’m sorry, baby, but what’s the point?”
You laughed as you set your phone against your water bottle so it was propped up and ready to film.
“There isn’t really one, I guess,” you said. “It’s just a fun little video you make and then share. Those interns I have until May are all about it, they were showing me some of theirs the other day. Figure if I work in marketing, I gotta keep up with the trends!”
Joel smiled a little.
“So this is the kind of shit Sarah does, huh?”
“Yeah, she does,” you laughed again. “Her and the interns made one for the company social page the other day, actually.”
“Can I see?” He asked, interest suddenly piqued.
“Sure,” you picked your phone back up and found your company’s TikTok, scrolling to the video and handing it off to Joel.
“We work in marketing, of course we over analyze every ad we see,” Sarah said through your phone, a small smile on Joel’s face as he watched.
It made you smile, too. One of the fun parts about being in the strange middle ground between your boyfriend’s and best friend’s ages was serving as a bit of a translator between them. Joel still didn’t quite get TikTok. Sarah didn’t understand why her dad refused to go all in on streaming and still had cable. You, at least, could see both sides.
But this TikTok effort had nothing to do with Sarah. You did try to keep up with the trends on social media to better craft campaigns and content - capitalizing on trends meant that you had to move quick and you couldn’t afford to be out of touch - but your personal TikTok account was mostly empty. It was pretty private, anyway, shared with only a few close friends like Sarah and Maria. All it had were a few reposts of things you liked, some montages of video snippets from you and Joel’s first vacation together, that sort of thing.
“You should do some of the trends!” Jason, one of your interns, said earlier that day.
“Just being in the loop on trends is plenty for me,” you waved him off but smiled. “I don’t need to participate.”
“But it’s fun!” Kenzie, your other intern said. “They’re not all dances and stuff, you know…”
“I know,” you said. “But it’s just not what I want to spend a lot of time doing is all.”
“Some don’t take much time,” she said, opening her phone and scrolling for a second. “Here, this one’s easy. You said you have a boyfriend, right?”
“I do…”
“Cool,” she said. “So all you do is record yourself making a video where you call your boyfriend your husband, just to see how he reacts. No crazy edits or anything, it’s super easy.”
You caved after some light convincing and came up with a plan to get Joel in front of the camera. You told him it was a spicy food challenge, just to see which of you handled the heat better and, while you knew he wouldn’t really get the point, you knew he’d be supportive. He always was.
But there was something about this trend in particular that made you a little nervous. It’s not like the two of you hadn’t discussed marriage. You’d been together a year now, you’d just moved into his house. It had definitely come up. But it had come up in the way that far off things do, something that might happen some day if things fell into place in just the right way. You didn’t want to push it, didn’t want him to feel rushed or obligated, especially since you’d only been cohabitating about a month. Bringing up marriage - even like this - made you nervous.
“OK I think I get it,” Joel handed you your phone back after watching Sarah’s video twice. “But we’re not doin’ that same thing, right?”
“Nope,” you said. “We’re going to see who handles the spice better.”
“Think we both know which one of us is gonna win that one, Beautiful,” he teased, nuzzling his nose against your temple before kissing your cheek. “Us southern men are made of sterner stuff…”
“Yeah yeah,” you rolled your eyes but smiled, leaning close to him. “We’ll just see about that.”
You set your phone up to record again, propping it against your water bottle.
“Here, you gotta get in close because the TikTok format is vertical,” you said and Joel adjusted so you were half beside and half in front of him, his arm going around your waist, hand finding your hip, thumb slipping up below your shirt to find your bare flesh above the band of your pants and brushing you slowly, sensually there. You gave him a look.
“What?” He asked, brows raised, smile barely contained.
“Don’t act all innocent,” you shook your head. “You know exactly what you’re doing…”
“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s make your little TikTik video…”
“TikTok,” you rolled your eyes but adjusted yourself, your heart pounding.
“Whatever the kids are using now,” he said. “Because the sooner we’re done the sooner I can get you home…”
“Alright, I’m going to record,” you cut him off. “Behave yourself!”
“Always do, Beautiful.”
You rolled your eyes again but took a deep breath, leaned forward and pressed record.
“Hi everyone,” you smiled, watching the recording of you and Joel as it was made on the screen. “I’m here with my husband and we’re going to do the spicy food challenge…”
“Your what?” He cut you off and you turned so you could see him a little better.
“What?”
“Did…” he paused, looking at you like he wasn’t sure if you were losing it or he was. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. “Did you just call me your husband?”
“Yeah,” you shrugged, turning back to the camera. “Anyway, my husband and I both really love spicy food and…”
You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence. Joel grabbed your chin almost roughly, pulling you around to face him and all but crushed his lips against yours, clutching you close, kissing you deep and hard, like he couldn’t get enough of you. When he finally let you go, you looked at him and laughed a little, watching him.
“What was that for?” You asked.
“You wanna call me your husband?” He asked, a serious look on his face. “Beautiful, we will go to the courthouse right this damn second, don’t tempt me…”
“Joel, it’s 7 p.m.,” you laughed. “The courthouse is closed.”
“Don’t care,” he said, giving you a quicker kiss this time. “C’mon, we’ll grab Sarah on the way, see if Tommy wants to meet us…”
“That’s all it takes, hm?” You teased, heart pounding but for a good reason now. “Just me slipping up and calling you my husband and you’re ready to run down the aisle?”
“Baby, I’ve been ready to run down the aisle for about a year,” he pressed his forehead to yours. “Just been waitin’ on you to catch up.”
“Well,” you kissed him softly. “I’m more than caught up. But think I’m still gonna make you ask.”
“Good luck stopping me,” he said, kissing you again, longer this time, needier, until you pulled away with a groan. “Forget this food challenge, I gotta get you home and devour you. Let’s go, wife.”
You laughed and stopped the recording on your phone, saving the video to drafts as Joel gathered up the food. You made the mental note to edit out that last part before posting, no need for the interns or Sarah to know quite that much about your sex life.
“Sorry for ruining your little video,” he said as you started back toward the car. “We can try again later, promise to actually behave myself then…”
“That’s alright,” you smiled, lacing your fingers with his. “I already got everything I need.”
#fanfic#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x oc#new in town
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Imagine Gojo taking the students all out in Tokyo for the day and the reader goes and buys everyone ice cream and then hands Gojo one and he’s shocked that one of his students considered him and she’s like “because you’re my favourite teacher” 😭😭😭😭😭 I think he’d low-key be so excited
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡
A/N: (my lactose-intolerant crying noises in the distance) ahh so cute!! i hope i wrote it as you imagined 💗
Wc ≈ 600
Pairing: GOJO Satoru x gn.reader
Summary: during a day out in Tokyo, you decided to thank your favorite teacher in some small way. Of course, he kept those words you said to him close to his heart for years.
Warnings; a little bit of flirting 👀😳, a little cheesy, i'm pretty sure it's gn but if you catch smth not gn lmk!!
A bright sun blazed in the Tokyo sky. You put your hand to the crown of your head to act as a shield from those blinding rays as you disembarked the train.
The station felt lively; people were buzzing around purposefully on their own little missions, just like you and your fellow students of Jujutsu High.
Gojo towered over you four, keeping a watchful eye from the back of your little formation as you headed out the train station. It was always you and Yuji in front, talking so fast it sounded like a crazy chattering noise to passers-by. Nobara interjected when she disagreed with Yuji. Megumi interjected when he disagreed with you — Gojo silently listened to it all and tried not to laugh.
"Hold that thought — who wants ice cream?" you asked, eyeing out a store that was packed between two others.
While you four argued about the best flavors and bought cups of double servings, Gojo paced around the bright stretching street with long legs, like he was observing the world from behind a film of his memories.
"Gojo!" you called out to him. Your voice brought him back to reality, he turned to face you, hands in pockets as they so often are.
"Y/n!" he jokingly replied with reciprocated enthusiasm. "Enjoying yourself today — ?"
"This is for you." you said, handing him a cup of the biggest serving of mochi ice cream he's ever seen in his life.
He seemed a bit too taken aback at first to register that it was for him, even though you clearly stated that it was.
"For me...?" he asked surprisedly.
"Yeah, for you." you assured. "Do you not like ice cream...? I'll eat it with Yuji if you don't want it, he was eyeing out the mochi but it was too expe — it — uhhh anyways!" you stopped, trying to cover up the fact you spent a lot of money on his ice cream.
He chuckled, "Ah, you shouldn't have blown your savings, I'm right here y'know you could have asked for me to pay."
"But you brought us out here today, I wanted to thank you, and um... I anyways wanted to get something for my favorite teacher." you said, throwing in 'favorite' just to test his reaction.
" 'Favorite' huh?" he smiled teasingly, "That's very cute." his response made you lower your head, cheeks feeling warm, heart racing a bit.
He took the cup of ice cream from you. "Thank you, Favorite Student. Though you're really fueling my sweet tooth."
"I'm sorry!" you laughed.
Roaring Tokyo noises filled your ears, you barely heard a snippet of what he said next — but he also said it so quietly, like a mumble, as if he didn't mean for you to catch it.
Something like... " ... 'got a sweet tooth for you, too."
Your friends crashed the atmosphere right then.
Yuji had stolen a bite of Nobara's ice cream, it was a whole scene. Gojo calmly watched it play out while scooping mouthfuls of ice cream into his mouth.
For the walk back at the end of the day, you noticed that Gojo stuck a little closer to you — when crossing train tracks, in crowded places, through the station, all the way up to the mountain that Jujutsu High was sat on top of.
He was so excited and flattered to know that he was your favorite. You could tell, because he teased you about it for the rest of your life.
"I'm Y/n's favorite." he proudly boasted whenever he could. Oh you just know he especially rubbed it in the other teacher's faces.
Years later, he brought it up to you in the middle of a late-night conversation. "But I'm still your favorite, right? Good, good. No one else better take my place."
#♥️ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟#fluff#gojo#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#gojo saturo#gojo x reader#satoru x reader#gojo fluff#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fluff#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jujustu kaisen#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo#gojou satoru x reader#jjk satoru#jujutsu kaisen satoru#gojou satoru x you#gojo sensei#jujutsu kaisen gojo#satoru#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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Flames and Embers: Part 2 - Cassian x Vanserra!Reader (slow burn)
Thank you for all of the love on part one of Flames and Embers, it honestly means the world!
The next few parts will still have a bit of character set up, but I'm going off of this for everyone's (approx) ages because there will probably be a few different time line jumps throughout the chapters, at least until it's all caught up.
Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or if you've got any questions about this fic (or any of my others)!
I'm hoping to get a new chapter out every week. I've got a mass word doc already with so so so many ideas and little snippets that I'm so excited to properly write!
As always, requests are open!!
Enjoy 🥰
Word Count: 2.6k
~ 528 years earlier ~
“But Father, I don’t want to go.” You were seven years old and had just been escorted to the entrance hall after being stuffed into a gown, hair done up in twirls with a small tiara placed atop your head.
Beron fixed you with a cold look as he assessed your appearance, causing you to shift on the spot as your brothers snickered behind his back.
“What did you say?”
“I just said that I didn’t want to go…” You trailed off, too late in realising your mistake.
Rule one, don’t question your High Lord.
Rule two, don’t talk back.
It made no difference that he was your father, your loyalty and obedience to his throne always came first, and within the span of just a few seconds, you had already broken the rules that had been outlined for you since before you could talk.
“If I say you are going, then you are going,” The lack of emotion in his voice sent chills over you, making you stare down at your feet to escape his pressing glare. “The only good that comes from having you as a daughter, is the chance of marrying you off and receiving a handsome dowery– “
“But Father, surely she is too young–“ The slap to the face that Eris received had the room coming to a standstill, even the snickering of your other brothers was silenced at the impact.
“Obviously she’s not getting married tonight, stupid boy. No, we need to start making her presence known, so that when the time comes it will be an easy enough transaction.”
You quietly sniffled, trying to hold back your tears. All you wanted to do was to run back upstairs and hide in your room. Your father turned back to the fae males who had silently watched the scene with smug smirks, resuming their previous conversation as you waited to depart for the Spring Court Ball.
With wide, watery eyes, you turned to face Eris. He had tried to help you and had gotten hurt in the process, but now he was back to his cold, distant self. This happened a lot, you had begun to realise. He would be warm and loving towards you, would try to protect you, but as soon as the others were around or it became too noticeable, he would act as though you didn’t exist.
You didn’t know what you had done wrong to have the others treat you like this, but you didn’t want to disappoint your father or your brother’s any further, so you wiped away your tears and raised your chin, silently waiting for the order to leave; slipping into the role of the perfect, silent female as you pushed away you worries surrounding the night ahead.
*****
The fae male your father worked with sneered down at you when he was ordered to winnow you to the Spring Court, still, you wouldn’t mention it to your father in case it was further reason for him to be angry with you, in case the male’s reaction was because of something you had done – not realising it was purely because you were a female who existed within the Autumn Court.
You timidly trailed in behind your brothers, who were pushing each other around as they followed your father into the glowing ballroom. Your family was announced upon entrance, and they all quickly dispersed into the crowd, leaving you lingering in the doorway with no idea what you should be doing; whether you should stay out of sight or if you should be following their lead. It was too late now; you had already lost sight of them so resorted to making your way around the edge of the room where you tried to copy what the other fae females were doing. It was too bad that none of them were anywhere near your age or bothered to acknowledge you in anyway. With a sigh you retreated to one of the shadowed corners and slumped into the seat as you observed the ballroom with disdain.
“Who are you?” The sudden appearance of the boy made you jump out of your chair, edging around it to create some distance between the two of you.
“Who are you?”
“I asked you first,” You warily glared at him, taking in his dark hair and violet eyes; he had to have been around the same age as you. There was a beat of silence before he continued, “I’m Rhys. Or Rhysand. But only my father calls me that. I much prefer Rhys. Did you know that I’m going to be a High Lord one day?”
You stayed silent, glancing around the room for any sight of your own father or brothers. Regardless of who this boy said he was, or who he was going to be, you knew your father wouldn’t approve of you talking to him and that it would most likely result in a lecture about maintaining appearances and, depending on his mood after tonight, a potential beating at your disobedience.
Oblivious to your discomfort, the boy, Rhys, continued talking, “Are you from Autumn?”
Your eyes shot towards him, before quickly looking around “Why? Why do you say that?”
That was another of your father’s rules broken if Rhy had already figured out who you were.
“Your hair,” You gave him a look of confusion, “It’s red?” He said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Yes, it is. By why does that mean I’m from Autmn?” Maybe you could try to throw him off, after all, your father had always said not to trust anyone from the other courts.
“Well, I suppose it doesn’t.” His face was a mixture of deep contemplation and intrigue. “But it’s a good guess. Look, that’s all the High Lord’s sons over there, and they all have red hair.”
You head whipped around so fast, fear widening your eyes but, thankfully, they weren’t paying any attention to you.
“Can I tell you a secret? But you have to promise not to tell anyone.” It seemed the future High Lord had already jumped onto his next trail of thought, no longer curious about which court you hailed from.
“I heard, and I wasn’t supposed to hear, but I did. I heard my father, he’s the Night Court High Lord, saying to the males he works with that the Autumn High Lord is,” He looked around, giving you a conspiratorial smile as he leaned in closer, lowering his voice to quote his father, “a real piece of work.”
Rhys looked at you, gauging your reaction to the scandalous piece of news. You froze, not sure how to respond, but then a giggle left you, followed by another and another. You tried to hide your smile behind your hand but the pleased look on Rhys’ face and his laugh that followed made you giggle even harder.
“Rhysand.” A stern voice bit through the air, halting you both mid laugh. “Come over here. Now.” You had frozen at the tone of the male’s voice, used to associating the coldness of it with some form of punishment. Rhys, however, didn’t seem too concerned as he merrily said, “See you later, Autumn.” and made his way over to where his father and a female, who you could only assume was his mother, stood.
*****
You shook your head as if to clear the memories that had begun to resurface after your encounter with Rhysand in the dungeon. A part of you yearned for the simplicity of your youth, however, you now knew that simplicity didn’t necessarily mean happiness. And that, in reality, the simplicity you had experienced was purely your own youthful ignorance to the world around you.
Weeks had passed since the bargain had been made and Rhysand was yet to properly utilise your side of the deal. Not that you were complaining. The only times he had even deigned to acknowledge you since that night always seemed to coincide with your visits to Feyre. You could now guarantee that within the hour of you return from the dungeons, his voice would infiltrate your mind; only ever asking how “Feyre Darling” seemed to be faring.
The night before Feyre’s final task had arrived all too quickly. The party was in full swing – the fae around you drank and lounged and danced, others stood around laughing and singing as though they had no care in the world.
You stood with Lucien against a wall, both of you had a drink in hand but that was as festive as you would allow yourself to appear, especially when considering what Feyre would be facing tomorrow.
Neither of you talked much in public, leaving the decades worth of missed conversations for when you managed to find some quiet in the privacy of your own rooms. Instead, you observed the partygoers together and kept an eye out for the rest of your brothers and your father. Your mother was a rare sight at events such as these, over the years she had become more and more reserved, now, however, you couldn’t blame her one bit. Especially when considering the sight you were forced to witness as two young fae females sat draped across the arms of the seat your father occupied; you turned away in disgust, a scoff from Lucien was the only acknowledgement that he had also noticed.
Lucien pulled you from your thoughts with an elbow nudged into your side, inclining his head towards where Tamlin had silently moved to stand next to Feyre. You smiled at the sight, knowing how much she had missed him. At the sight of Tamlin sauntering off and Feyre trying to casually follow after him, you and Lucien shared a knowing smirk. All too suddenly, that small flicker of joy was extinguished with a scrape across your mental shield.
“Eyes and ears. Y/N, dearest”.
He offered no further instruction, but you knew what, who, he was referring to. With a disgruntled sigh, you pushed off the wall, murmuring to your youngest brother that you would see him later, before making your way through the crowd and out the door that Feyre and Tamlin had disappeared through.
The scene before you in the long stretch of corridor had you hesitating as you quietly shut the door behind you. They were clearly too caught up in, well, one another to even realise they were no longer alone. Also, seemingly oblivious to the fact that anyone could have walked in on them; you didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if they had been caught by someone else.
“Is this what you were wanting?” You shot back at Rhys, showing him the sight before you.
“I appreciate your efficiency. Best to make yourself scarce.” He purred back. You were too tired to think about what his words meant.
Not wanting to head back to the party that was becoming more and more unruly as the night went on, you made your way up the stairs and headed to your room, careful not to disturb Feyre and Tamlin as you passed by, hoping to allow them even just a moment of peace. You knew you wouldn’t be sleeping, not with the thought of what was to come tomorrow, but at least you would have a bit of quiet before everything changed, whether that be for the worse or the better.
*****
“Well, you certainly maintained your knack for having perfect timing over the years.”
The drawl of Rhys’ voice and his sudden appearance by the small window in your room had you jumping back, heart beating furiously in your chest.
“What do you want?” You voice was a low snarl as you glared at the High Lord, too tired and too fed up with the situation at hand to feign even an ounce of respect.
“I’m hurt, I thought you were beginning to warm up to me, what with your recent little trips down memory lane,” He tapped a finger to the side of his head, making a snarl appear on your face at the implication. “Seems as though you’ve been thinking about a lot of people from our past lately.” This was the most either of you had ever acknowledged the friendship you had once shared; of the other life you were so close to having before it was so cruelly snatched out of your hands.
“Stay out of my head.” He simply chuckled in response as he leant against the wall, silently observing you as he absentmindedly picked at his dark dress shirt.
“Why did you have me do that? You couldn’t allow Feyre a moment of happiness before whatever she has planned for her tomorrow?” You quickly changed the subject before he decided to delve even deeper into those memories of the past, your voice spitting out the word in reference to Amarantha.
You were surprised at the scoff Rhys let out, a scowl of his own appearing on his face at the thought of what he had walked in on, what you had shown him.
“Utter fools,” he seemed to say to himself as he crossed the room and sat in one of the old armchairs. “You're honestly telling me you don't see what was wrong with that whole…situation?”
Honestly? No, you didn’t. But you weren’t going to offer up an ounce of conversation as he begun making himself at home.
“He had a chance. A chance to get Feyre out. But instead, he wastes the opportunity on a quick fuck,” Your eyebrows narrowed at his words. That was not what you were expecting him to say, but now that you thought about it… Rhys hurriedly continued, voice laced with irritation, “If you were even just a minute later with showing me what was happening, it would’ve been too late for me to intervene, and then Amarantha would have seen everything.”
“I don’t understand…”
“That bitch would have killed Feyre on the spot if she had seen the two of them together. And if Feyre is dead… well, then the rest of us are well and truly fucked because there will be no other chances of getting out of this mess.”
His candour had your head spinning in cartwheels, still trying to catch up on the implication of his words, his actions.
“So…,” You started, still piecing it all together, “you were trying to protect her? After everything you’ve done, you, what? Suddenly grow a conscience?”
He just gives you an incredulous look before standing up with a disappointed sounding sigh.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, YN.” The dark shadows start to gather around him but something in your stomach felt unsettled at his sudden departure.
“Wait, Rhys? What’s your end game here? What are you planning?” The shadows disappeared the moment the words were out, a smug grin appearing on his face.
“So, it’s back to being Rhys again, is it? Here I was thinking you preferred to call me Rhysand nowadays.”
Letting out a scoff you rolled your eyes. For a fleeing moment he had seemed so much like the male you had once known. Now, however, the new asshole version of him stood before you again; the epitome of arrogance and entitlement.
“Honestly, I would prefer to call you a prick, but it doesn’t seem overly appropriate, High Lord.” You offered a mocking curtsey.
A deep laugh escaped him as the darkness gathered around his shoulders again, leaving you with a final, “goodnight, Y/N.” then you were once again alone in your room, the dread of what tomorrow would bring curling itself around you.
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loscar baby’s first headcanons (steps, words, solid food, laugh, birthday etc)??
Of course! I have already written first step for Logan and I have Oscar's in the process. I also have a ask/snippet for first words in the process but I definitely do the others.
Solid Food- I spent so much time going through the Gerber website that my algorithm might think i have a baby.
Logan's first solid food was pureed fruit. Babies start to get solid food around 6 months old and they tend to prefer sweeter stuff, so pureed fruit is a good start. He loves pureed apples, strawberries, and bananas. His least favorite is pureed celery since they tend to be bland. He can also tell which jar is the celery based on the cap.
Oscar's first was pureed butternut squash that Carlos made himself. Oscar really enjoyed it but keeping up the energy to make your baby's food while you're traveling took a lot of energy. His least favorite is pureed peas. They're just unappetizing and Oscar refuses to eat them.
Laugh
Logan's first laugh was when he was around 6 months. Alex was playing peak-a-boo as George was filming when Logan giggled. It was the most angelic sound they had ever heard. Alex was ecstatic while George started crying about how happy he was.
Oscar's first laugh was when Oscar was 4 months old. Lando was playing with Oscar as the family was eating lunch. He was waving a toy cat with a bell on it around which would jingle everything it moved. When Lando dropped the cat, causing a flurry of jingling sounds to erupt, Oscar's laughter joined it. This spurred on Lando and Carlos is continue dropping the toy cat just so they can elicit more of Oscar's angelic laughter.
1st Birthday
Logan's first birthday took place in the UK. It was fairly small with friends and family and a couple drivers. Since Logan's birthday is the day before New Years, the weather tends to be cold so they're stuck inside. Not that Logan minds, since everyone is there to play with him and sing him happy birthday.
Oscar's 1st birthday was quite big due to their teams joining as well as the drivers and friends and family. it was celebrated in Spain since April in the UK tended to be quite cloudy. Oscar had a grand time with all the cakes and presents and especially, with Logan there. They got tired half-way through and had to take a nap.
1st time at a race
Logan was absolutely terrified during his first race. At one moment he's with his parents and the next he's back in his carrier. Logan clings desperately to his parents but to no avail. After some time, he does calm down enough to enjoy the race. He gets his own little screen to watch the race and his own headset that has his initials on the side.
Oscar was a darling at his first race up until the moment his parents had to leave. He took in all the stimuli very well including the crowd. However, once the realization set in that his parent's weren't coming, he panicked. He thought they abandoned him and it was only when Carlos was shown on camera getting out of the car did Oscar start to relax.
Thank you for the ask! ❤️
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Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)
Summary: sometimes things go right in the moment but will they always be right? can they survive through the hardships of love? can their love hold the test of a treacherous path of love?
a/n: part 7 is here, sorry if the upload was later then i usually post, i hope its longer than the previous one, i've been a little busy with some things and exams but here it is now. I hope this makes up for the short fic and disappearing for the past few weeks, been really invested in the races ngl :)
-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Read at your own risk. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated.
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maxverstappen1: thank you for all the love you have given me @ynln-official. Can’t wait to make more memories to cherish.
Love you, max
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ynln-official: love you so so much (heart emoji)
maxverstappen1: love you more
mickschumacher: so proud of you both, always have your back :)
ynln-official: thank you for always being there (never thought of you as someone sentimental *wipes tears*)
mickschumacher: don’t even
danielriccardo: oh we will be feeling like third wheels soon
landonorris: tell me about it
maxverstappen1: you two are acting like you weren’t already third wheeling
user63: get yourself someone who gets you flowers when you feel down people
user37: facts!!
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ynln-official: 2 years together and your smile still has the same effect it did on day one, though we have known each other for longer than I can even remember but the memories we have made through them, I’ll always cherish them. I can’t wait to love you till the end of times (heart emoji)
but that doesn’t hide the fact that we were outed, yes we technically work in the media but still it doesn’t give any news site or person to publish an article about someone’s relationship no matter their sexuality. Outing someone (in any setting) is not acceptable should they be a public figure (adult or not) or a normal person. People should seriously be taught how to act like actual decent human beings in school at this point.
Though I do want to say thank you for all the love everyone has shown both max and I, all the messages and comments of support meant a lot :)
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maxverstappen1: I love you so much that charles gave me ‘if you hurt my friend’ talk again
ynln-official: that’s Charles for you, you know (shrug emoji)
charles_leclerc: you are still not off the hook max
user86: you tell them y/n!!! so proud of you
landonorris: I thought this was for max why is this making me tear up
georgerussel: in the same boat as you mate
maxverstappen1: and just imagine how I am right now
user57: this is serious??!! Watch them shove it in our faces now smh
user82: not so kindly fuck off dude
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user30: god the pictures they have used of each other... makes me feel single as hell
user13: them holding hands it’s just ahhhh
{a small snippet}
You opened the fridge to pull out vegetables for the stir fry, you could hear max in the other room working on something. With the vegetables now washed you grab the cutting board and knife to start cutting them up while the chicken defrosted, light music playing in the background as your focus was on the vegetables until someone’s arms wrapped around you making you smirk knowing it was max “I thought we were supposed to cook together” max says as he rested his chin on your shoulder “you were working and dinner was getting late so…” you said turning around in his arms to face him “well what are you making?” he asks as he picks up a green capsicum “just a stir-fry with rice…easy and quick” you say as you turn around again and begin cutting again, you don’t hear a response from him but max putting a wine glass on the counter and you hear a pop , you look at him with an eyebrow raised, he just looks at you before pouring the wine in the glasses “to us telling the world…and to our love” you couldn’t help but laugh a little before raising your glass and take a sip “I love you” you say as max smiled and kissed you softly “I love you too. Now what can I do to help you my love” he asks as he looks at the chicken “anything but the chicken” you shake your head and move from your spot “cut the vegetables” you say as you laugh “be careful of the knife” you add max’s hand touches the blade “I know how to use a knife y/n” he says “yet you are scared of raw chicken”
Light touches and laughter surrounded the two of you for the rest of the night. Though both of you knew the hate would be inevitable but right now nothing mattered to either of them except each other.
i haven't proof read this so if there were any mistakes, i'm sorry. But i hope you all enjoyed this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️
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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader
Synopsis: After getting Matt to teach her how to drive, Y/N takes some unexpected turns that leave Matt scared🤭
Warnings⚠️: None really, small snippet of reckless driving kinda??🤞🏽. This one’s also a short blurb idea!
Song for the imagine: Highway Tune- Greta Van Fleet
We’re stopping on the highway girl
Because I want to burn my gas
There one girl I know
That I’m never gonna pass
“Teach you how to drive?” Matt questioned looking up from his phone
“Well yes…who else am I going to ask?” I said throwing my hands up
“Uhh your mom, your dad, uhhh literally anyone else but me” he said laughing
“My parents are scared of my driving” I said
“And you want me to get in the car with you after saying that?” He said raising an eyebrows
“Come on Matt please! That was when I was 18, and I’m 20 now I think I know how to drive better” I said begging him
“Uhhh okay fine, but please don’t kill us” he said standing up
“YESS” I shouted jumping around
Matt had driven us to a secluded parking lot because he was really scared I’d hit a car, a tree or a person. I found him to be dramatic, but whatever.
“Okay soo the left is to stop and the right is to go” he said looking down at the pedals
“Matt I’m not an idiot I’ve driven before” I said looking over at him
“When’s the last time you drove?” He said holding his ear out to hear me
“Two years ago” I said rolling my eyes
“Exactly! Now hush and let me say what I need to say” he said smiling at me
“You’re such a dork” I replied pushing him away
“This is your gear shift, those are the signals and uhh yeah that’s about it” he said
“Perfect” I said putting the car in drive
“Okay so I want you to go to that pole right there nice and slow” he said pointing at the red pole
I nodded my head and began to roll off slowly
“Okay now some gas would be nice, so we could get there” he said
“So sassy Matthew” I said scoffing
I hit the gas a bit too hard and we went flying
“OKAY STOP” he yelled out
I slammed the brakes, and we both jolted forward a bit
“Jesus woman….you're going to give us whiplash” he said looking over at me
“I’m sorry” I said laughing
Matt had me drive into parking spots, reverse and even do a U-turn to practice. I started to get the hang of it and was getting confident….too confident.
I began to drive a bit too fast not seeing a pothole.
“WATCH OUT” Matt yelled pulling the steering wheel a bit
“WHAT” I screamed letting go of the wheel
“PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE WHEEL” he yelled back, and I grabbed the wheel
I stopped and put the car in park
“Matt what the fuck” I said looking over at him
“That was a huge pothole my tire would’ve been fucked” he said laughing
“Well I would’ve got you a new one” I said in a matter of fact way
“Uhh no tires are expensive, and you are supposed to actively avoid potholes; so you’re not constantly fucking up your tires” he said rubbing his head
“Ahh I see” I said nodding my head
“Jesus save us all please” he said putting his hands up in prayer
“Ohh stop being a big baby” I said
I put the car in drive and began to drive again on my own, and Matt wasn’t really paying attention. I figured I was doing a good job.
I wanted to have a bit of fun, and it was 2AM, so the roads were pretty empty. A smirk grew on my face and I decided to leave the parking lot.
“Where are you going?” He said looking around
“I’m taking us back home” I said
“Do you know the way?” He asked
“Yes I do, don’t worry sit back relax I got this” I said patting his arm
He let out a sigh and reluctantly nodded his head. However I decided I didn’t want to go home, but rather someplace better….on the freeway
“This isn’t the way back to the house Y/N” he said looking around
“I know a shortcut” I said lying to him
He was looking down at his phone, and I got onto the freeway and merged over.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING” he screamed looking at me
“Taking the shortcut duh” I said looking over at him
“You can barely drive in a parking lot…get off of the freeway” he said
“No I got it” I replied
“Pull over and let me take over” he said back
“NOO I GOT IT” I said loudly
“We have to get off the freeway” he said getting nervous
“Okay fine” I said and looked down
Instead of pulling over, or getting off at the exit I decided to hit the gas harder. It was 65 MPH, and I decided to go 85
“Y/N STOP THE FUCKING CAR WERE FLYING AND YOU COULD LOSE CONTROL” he said bracing himself
“ISNT THIS FUNNNN” I yelled as I was flying down the road
“WE ARE GOING TO GET PULLED OVER STOP IT NOW” he yelled
I rolled my eyes and began to slow down and pulled over on the shoulder so we could switch. Once we switched Matt was a bit more upset now.
“Jesus Y/N what the hell were you thinking?” He said taking the exit to head back home
“I just wanted to have some fun” I said shrugging my shoulders
“Fun? You barely know how to drive in a parking lot” he said scoffing
“Well my teacher wasn’t paying attention…he was on his phone” I said poking him
“Well yeah I didn’t expect you to go flying down the freeway” he said smacking my hand away
“Oh come on Matt…live a little” I said rolling my eyes
“Live a little? You damn near killed us” he said
“But I didn’t” I said pointing at him
Matt gave me a hard glance before a smile appeared on his face, and he started to laugh.
“God never do that again” he said laughing
“I promise I won’t” I said laughing
We laughed the whole way home, and I was pretty sure Matt would never let me drive his car again.
“Thanks for the lesson” I said as I shut the passenger door
“Anytime” he said locking the door
“Mmm same time next week?” I asked him
“Oh fuck no…never again actually” he said looking over at me
“Uhh whatever loser” I said back
We laughed about it the whole night….Matt was the best, and I was so glad he was there to take the joy ride with me!
The End
Hope you guys liked this short little blurb. I wasn’t so sure what to write or how to make it interesting, but I hope you liked it😋. Love yallll🥹🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
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↳ Index [Snippet #36 - Cocoa]
“When you lick warm cocoa off of Jungkook’s body.”
Genre: Smut, domestic Fluff, married life!AU
Warnings: sweet cuddles, walking down sweet memory lane, sub!Kook, soft Dom!Reader, Good Boy!Kook, Mistress as title, sex on the sofa, nipple play, nipple sucking, food play in the form of warm cocoa, she licks it off his body, edging, oral (f.receiving), temperature play, he warms up his mouth with the cocoa & then goes down on her, pussy fingering, choking (m.receiving), ownership kink, dirty talk, some foot action where she basically traces his cock with her foot for like two seconds, subby boy tears, he is such a whiney cutie, she rides him in Lotus Position, this is lovemaking, creampies but they are clean & on birth control, snuggly aftercare
Wordcount: 7.9k
a/n: someone sent in this prompt for Kinktober and as promised, I am here to deliver. I honestly fucking love writing for them, always will. They are my comfort couple and I want them to be happy always 🧡
You had a dream ever since you were fifteen and watched a documentary about polar lights. That dream involved you, a wooden cabin somewhere in Scandinavia, lots of snow and the polar lights. You forgot about that dream for a few years as life got busy and other dreams became more important. There was one person however, who never forgot about this dream. Your best friend for life. Jimin. And if there is one thing one needs to know about Jimin, it is that he doesn’t forget dreams and that he will surprise one with a present related to that dream even almost twenty years later after you first voiced it.
And he did. Park Jimin, your brilliant and amazing and wonderful best friend, surprised you with tickets to Rovaniemi and with reservations for a cabin somewhere in deepest Lapland. It was his birthday present to you and you hugged him in tears for a solid three minutes. This was your dream since childhood, so you told him and then hugged him even tighter. And then you asked him how he even managed to plan all that to which Jungkook confessed that he helped and that "our schedules are both free around that time. I cleaned them up". You then proceeded to hug both of them and threatened them to promise you that they will never ever stop being so amazing. They both chuckled and promised that they would.
And then the time came for your trip. You and Jungkook took Bam with you, even if he was terribly nervous on the plane. Jungkook tried to calm him down with pets while you napped with your head on Jungkook's shoulder because of exhaustion (you couldn’t sleep all night from excitement and it finally caught up with you on the plane). Jimin and Yoongi also came with you, taking Holly - their dog - with them. The three of them were sleeping for most of the flight. Jimin also asked the others if they wanted to come with you, but they were all busy or already had other winter holiday plans. Taehyung and Hoseok escaped the fresh temperatures of your hometown by visiting Australia for a few weeks. While Namjoon wanted to stay back to work on his newest book and Seokjin was currently freshly in love. The two lovebirds planned to go fishing for a few days. She makes him really happy.
So it was just the four of you, which was just perfect and amazing and you were so, so happy.
Jimin and Jungkook booked two small cabins next to each other with plains of snow surrounding them and dark conifer trees in the background. A small road lead to them. The park ranger of this cabin resort drove you to them in his perfectly equipped jeep while on the radio, Finnish rap was playing. Yoongi called it "amazing music with great flow" and then proceeded to chat about the artist with the ranger for the eternity of the drive.
You sat around the open fire that night, chatting about your lives together whilst eating the best roasted food ever, courtesy of grill master Yoongi. Bam and Holly already slept that night and woke up first the next morning.
For the next few days you didn’t do much except for walking, talking, eating and sightseeing. Except for that one day where Jimin booked a reindeer sleigh ride with picnic and ice skating on a lake. That day was amazing. Or the other day you went into the nearest town to get drunk on mulled wine only to leave again after two hours because Yoongi’s social battery ran out and you didn’t want to drag him along any longer. He told you that he could go home alone, but you proceeded to insist that you guys would stick together no matter what. Yoongi smiled and blushed because of it.
You haven’t seen the Northern Lights as of yet, however. The locals here told you that stuff like that can happen and sometimes tourists are just unlucky. You really, really hope that you weren’t one of those tourists.
Jimin and Yoongi were in their cabin tonight. They wanted to be alone and you respected that. Bam was already sleeping. The poor boy is utterly confused by the constant darkness and has been sleeping for most of his time here. Except for his snow walks including major zoomies of course. He really loved those. Holly not so much. He prefers to stay inside for most of the time, napping by the heater or atop Yoongi’s discarded sweater.
You were in your thickest sweater as well, bundled up in fluffy socks and thick flannel pants. You had some milk bubbling on the stove and ingredients for the yummiest hot cocoa waiting for you.
The door to outside slides open, the freezing cold enters the little cabin instantly. In steps Jungkook, wrapped up in thick outside clothes and with a few logs of wood under his arms.
"Done?" you ask him.
"Yeah, just gotta carry them inside. It’s so freaking cold, my nose is falling off", he tells you, placing the logs in their designated basket.
"Should I help?"
"No, I’m good. I only have four more", he assures you and stomps back outside. His steps are heavy because of his boots and the distinct sound of snow clothing rubbing together accompanies them. The door stays open as Jungkook placed the logs in a heap in front of it before opening it so getting them inside would be easier.
Once done, he closes the door again. He locks it and turns to you with a cute grin on his face. You can barely see it from all the clothing covering him, but you still know what he wants. He is waiting for you to praise him, you know him that well.
"You did amazing, sweetheart. You’re honestly so cool for knowing how to chop wood", you say, watching in delight how Jungkook wiggles happily.
"Yeah sure, no biggie. That’s what your hubby's for", dismisses you nonchalantly and then hurries away to change into his inside clothes. He does so with a giddy jump in his steps.
You chuckle. He is so cute.
Jungkook returns after a few minutes. He is wearing matching bottoms and socks, but wears a different jumper than you. Light brown and just tight enough that his arms look big and sculpted. He goes to you first, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply.
He has his eyes closed, enjoying your presence to its fullest.
"You smell like fresh air", you tell him. You enjoy his presence too. Jungkook gives the best backhugs.
"Mhm", he hums, letting his breath tickle your neck as he finally exhales. Then he presses an adoring kiss to it, breaking away afterwards to walk to the fireplace. He begins stacking the new pieces of wood, doing so on his knees. The fire is crackling just enough that it wraps up the logs after a few seconds. He blows into the flames a few times before deciding with a nod that it was finished.
"The cabin should be warmed up soon", he says, standing up and closing the door of the oven. Then he turns, "are you still cold?"
"Yeah a little. But I’ll be better soon", you say, lifting the mugs of cocoa, "the cocoa is finished."
"Ooh, I’m so excited", he says, meeting you halfway to take his cup, "wow, you made them look so pretty. Thank you so much", he gushes.
"I hope it’s yummy. I think I put too much cinnamon", you say as you and him get comfortable on the small yet cozy couch.
Jungkook places the woolen blanket over your bodies and you snuggle into him between his legs. Your head you rest on his chest while Jungkook places his arm over your tummy protectively. He runs his fingers up and down your stomach mindlessly, sending relaxing tingles over your skin.
"There is no such thing as too much cinnamon. I bet it's amazing", he says.
"Careful it’s-"
"Ah! Ouchies! My tongue", Jungkook gasps and whines, sticking out his freshly burned tongue.
"-hot", you finish your sentence, "Googie, it’s fresh from the stove, course it’s hot. Are you okay?"
"No?" he pouts, "I burned my tongue. Look", he whines, sticking out his tongue. It is a deep pink from getting burned. You crane your neck and move in, placing a kiss atop his tongue even if that makes him move away and chuckle.
"What was that for?"
"I kissed the pain away. Duh?"
He snorts, giving you a look.
"Thanks, I guess", he snickers, taking a sip of cocoa afterwards.
"Always happy to help", you joke, relaxing back into him. You finally take a sip as well, humming contently, "that’s so yummy. You were right, the cinnamon's just right."
"I think so too. It’s really good. You make the best hot choco", he says.
"Thank you", you say and close your eyes, "this is the best, seriously."
"Yeah", he agrees and relaxes with a content sigh.
You share silence with each other. It feels nice to share silence with him. It feels natural and safe.
"You know what this holiday reminds me of?" Jungkook asks.
"Up north?"
"Yeah exactly. How did you know?"
"Because I feel the same. Everything kinda makes me think of our cottage you know? Even the architecture's the same."
"Yeah and the snow. Although I feel like the snow here is even more snowy. You know?"
"Yeah", you chuckle, "I agree. Although we had awesome winters too. Remember the Christmas party we had?"
"Yeah I do. That’s one of my happiest memories."
"Yeah?" you ask him, looking up at him.
"Mhm yeah. I had so much fun."
"Me too."
You and him exchange a kiss because the moment felt right to do so. Afterwards you relax into his chest while Jungkook goes for another sip of chocolate. There is a moment of silence and then Jungkook announces that he wanted to say something by letting out a quick "hm". You focus on his voice, but stay relaxed otherwise.
"Question time. What are your top three memories?" he asks.
"My top three memories? Like in general or with you?"
Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "can be both. But our wedding and engagement doesn’t count."
"Why?" you grin.
"Because they’re obviously both on first place."
He makes you chuckle fondly.
"Yeah that’s true. Fine, okay let me think."
"Okay, I’ll think of mine too."
The fire crackles. The wind picks up outside. Jungkook chews on a marshmallow. You sip on your cocoa. It is really hard to decide on a memory. You could fill entire libraries with all the memories you made with him over the past decade. Difficult ones, happy ones, funny and romantic, hot and sexy, comforting and all oh so precious. Choosing only three feels impossible to do.
"Oh yeah", Jungkook breaks the comfortable silence, "and when we got Bam doesn’t count either."
"Fine god", you groan, "that would have been my first one."
"Yeah same, but let's just say that wedding, engagement and Bam are invincible."
"Okay, okay."
"Do you have yours already?" he asks.
"Gimme a moment, there's too many."
"I have one already."
"Tell me."
"That one time I was at a tattoo convention ten hours away from you and you drove all the way there because I told you that morning that I was sad", he says.
"And then I surprised you with pizza and cuddles", you say and smile, "I remember. We weren’t even engaged back then."
"That’s the night I knew I gotta ask you."
"Really?"
Jungkook nods his head, "I always knew you’d be my wife one day, but that was the night I knew knew."
"I didn’t know that. Gosh Kookie", you say and pout, "I'm gonna cry. I love you so much."
"I love you too", Jungkook grins cutely, "your turn."
"My turn", you say, cuddling into him. You run your fingers up and down his arm. It is covered in the most beautiful tattoo sleeve these days, but you remember the days when it was still empty. Jungkook always talked to you about how he will get it inked up one day and that he hopes you'll be there to witness it. You still lived in motel rooms back then, Taehyung was still an addict and you were still struggling in keeping your little gang together. So much has changed for the better since then.
"That night we danced in the restaurant. Two failed attempts at purchasing a place and then it's the one right next to your studio", you laugh in sweet memory, "we were busy renovating the ugly counter and there were still no tables in there and it was already dark outside."
"And we listened to music and then I asked you for a dance and we used the entire room for it", Jungkook smiles, burying his nose in your hair, "I remember that night. I thought you looked so beautiful."
"Beautiful? I didn't wash my hair in ten days and was sweaty as fuck."
"Didn't matter. You smiled and that’s all that mattered."
You crane your neck to look at him. His warm eyes race between yours.
"You're so fucking adorable sometimes", you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, "tell me another memory."
"When I taught you how to drive a bike", he says and smiles, "I remember you screaming about it being so scary but then not wanting to stop."
"I almost crashed my clumsy ass though", you say, making Jungkook snicker.
"Yeah but you didn’t and then we drove to that hill and screamed. Remember?"
"I do", you smile, "I felt so fucking free that day. I never screamed with someone before."
"Yeah me neither. It was a religious experience", he says, making you chuckle.
"Yeah really?"
"Yeah", Jungkook says in a snicker.
"Now that I'm thinking about it. Wasn’t this also the night we had raw sex for the first time?" you ask him.
"It was. You felt so fucking good", Jungkook says, "for me at least."
You turn in his arms, getting on your knees between his legs and placing your hand on his chest. Jungkook touches your hip, massaging it slowly.
"It felt amazing for me too. Maybe it’s weird but I can still remember how it felt like to have you inside me for the first time. It’s weird cause we've done it a million times since then, but that first time is still so vivid in my mind."
"I get you. I remember it too. You were so warm and so wet. I seriously wasn’t ready for how wet you were. I knew I never wanted to go back to condoms again", he says, sending heat to your cheeks.
"You were the first I ever did that with", you confess even if he already knows.
"I know. You were my first too", Jungkook whispers, eyes flitting to your lips.
Yours do the same. Your heart flutters. Your stomach tingles.
You know that feeling. That electric tension between you and him, tugging you closer and closer. It has been there since day one and has been growing ever since.
You give in to the tug. Fingers fall to the back of his neck. Eyes flutter closed.
Jungkook cups your cheek instantly, sighing into the kiss with closed eyes and a racing heart.
The tension becomes unbearable, you tug each other closer to soothe some of it. It doesn’t help, only heightening your senses to each other. Oh, sometimes you wish that you could drown in him. He is so goddamn addicting.
The kiss breaks as air becomes sparse, but you stay close, rubbing your nose against his' softly.
"Fuck baby", he whispers, lips tingling from the kiss.
"Do you have another memory?" you ask him quietly, playing with his soft hair. It’s gotten so long again. You witnessed so many of his hairstyles, as he did yours and each time you thought that it was the best one he ever had. And you were right each and every time because Jungkook is the most handsome in every hairstyle. He thinks the same about you.
"I forgot everything", he whispers, chasing your lips with a tilt of his head, "kiss me again, please."
"The cocoa."
"Put them on the table."
You do. The table's not far away. You can reach it from your position. Jungkook holds your hips as support. He runs his hands up your sides once you return, stopping at your neck to pull you close.
Your lips meet, your fingers tighten on the other, moans leave the both of you. It feels so good to kiss. Talking about your past always leaves you feeling so goddamn much for him. Tonight is no different. Warm and cozy with snowfall outside and a fire burning inside, you feel even more for him.
"I'm so attracted to you", you whisper between kisses, making him chuckle softly.
"Me too baby, you drive me crazy", he breathes, "kiss me again, please."
"Kookie", you sigh, falling back into the kiss.
Fingers tangle in his soft hair. His do the same. Your chests touch as you press yourself against him, Jungkook groans in reaction.
"Can't you take your shirt off? Please?" he asks.
"Already?" you chuckle, "this wins quickest time you got horny."
"Hey", he pouts at you, "I'm not horny, I just wanna have your titties against mine."
"And that’s not horny?"
"Not yet at least."
You snort and chuckle.
"Fine doofus, I’m taking my shirt off if you’re doing it too."
"Already on it", he says, soon disappearing in the sweater as he takes it off.
You use the moment to take off your own, throwing it on the floor in sync with Jungkook.
Your eyes run over his body. His' do the same.
"You're so fucking beautiful", Jungkook says, shimmying on the couch needily, "your body's fucking perfect, seriously."
"Yours too. I seriously can’t get enough of it, baby", you say, seeking his closeness by scooting closer again.
"Ah. My cock, careful", he squeaks, having the honor of getting your knee to press against it harshly on your desperate attempt of kissing him again.
"Sorry, you okay?" you mumble, lips trailing kisses to his neck as apology, "sorry booboo. So sorry."
Jungkook tilts his head back, eyes closed and lips parting in a moan.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah…really okay", he sighs, "that’s amazing…"
You moan softly, sucking a hickey to his neck.
"Baby you're gon' make me horny if you do that", he whispers.
You snicker, lifting your head.
Jungkook peels one eye open, meeting your amused look.
"What?" he whines, opening both eyes and lifting his head, "I'm just saying, my neck's sensitive. And you're sexy, I can’t help it."
"You're so adorable", you chuckle and then reach for one of the cocoa mugs.
Jungkook watches you with curious eyes. You take a sip first, nodding your head in agreement.
"Why are you drinking choco right now?" he asks.
"I have an idea."
"Okay?"
You put your finger into the cocoa. It isn’t hot anymore, just very warm. It feels comfortable around your finger.
"What are you doing?" he asks, watching you stir your finger in the cocoa.
"I wanna try something. Relax, it'll feel good", you say, meeting his gaze, "do you trust me, Kookie?"
"Yeah, I trust you", he says, eyes following your finger.
You pull it out and guide it to his nipple. Jungkook gasps with the first contact, back arching into your touch and eyelids fluttering.
"That's so warm", he rasps, fingers squeezing the cushion once.
"Yeah? Do you like it?" you ask him, rolling your finger over his nipple slowly.
"Yeah, a lot."
You pull back, eyes racing over his chocolate covered nipple. There is a droplet of cocoa covering the silver ball of his piercing. You place your hand on his chest and lower yourself, tongue darting out to lick it off.
"Darling", Jungkook gasps, chest lifting in a deep breath, "oh god", he exhales, chest sinking again and hips squirming on the cushion.
He tastes so good. Like chocolate and slightly like metal and most of all like Jungkook. You suck his nipple between your lips, flicking your tongue over it quickly.
Jungkook laughs breathily, right hand coming to rest on the back of your head and thighs trying to squeeze together. He fails, obviously, and ends up squeezing you with them. That doesn’t stop him from continuing. He keeps rubbing his thighs against your body as his nipple tingles in pleasure.
You release him with a slurp, lifting your head even if that makes his hand slip to the back of your neck. You lick your lips for his viewing pleasure, giving him a flirty smirk afterwards.
"And?" you ask him, "how's that for an idea?"
"A million outta ten, please don’t stop", he says, chasing you with an arch of his back.
"That's my boy. I love this, darling", you say, dunking your finger back into the warm cocoa. You wiggle it a few times to really coat it, then pull it out. You connect it with the same nipple again, rubbing slow circles on it and listening to Jungkook’s blissed sigh.
You plan on getting this nipple sensitive to the point of Jungkook wanting to orgasm and only then you plan on moving on to the other side. Knowing Jungkook and his incredibly sensitive nipples, it sadly won’t take long, but you don’t mind. You just have to drag out the play. You’re good at that shit.
You flick your tongue over his chocolaty nipple, holding him right under his armpit. Jungkook moans oh so sweetly, heavy eyes glued to your face and tummy tensing in pleasure.
"So yummy", you whisper, lifting yourself again for another round of cocoa. You know that Jungkook expected you to suck his nipple like you did before, but you like to keep him on edge. Dragging out the play, remember? Your sweet man will learn soon enough what he'll get from being such a dream.
Jungkook gasps loudly with the third round of hot chocolate, hand slipping from your neck to hold your waist instead.
"Baby, it feels so good", he squeaks out, making you lift your gaze to meet his droopy eyes.
He looks so fucked. Eyelids barely open, cheeks flushed and lips parted in quick pants.
"Yeah? It’s nice that it’s a little hot, isn’t it?" you ask him, taking his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger to roll it slowly.
"Yeah", he squeaks, chasing you desperately, "oh god, baby."
"Mhm, such a good boy", you praise, lowering your mouth to his swollen nipple. You keep it pinched between your fingers, flicking your tongue over the very tip of it.
Jungkook tilts his head back and moans, thighs squeezing you oh so desperately and fingers digging into your softness.
"Good boy, you’re so sensitive", you coo, giving his nipple a little kiss before lifting yourself again.
Jungkook is desperate, looking at you with a pout. One you ignore to cover your finger again and then rub his nipple with it. You manage to accidentally put too much, resulting in the hot chocolate to run down his pec. It stops around three inches below his nipple in a small, round droplet.
"Oops, put too much", you say in a chuckle.
"Hah", Jungkook retorts the laugh, sounding completely and utterly out of breath doing it. He most definitely did not hear what you just told him. He only laughed because you did. This man is not thinking anything, except that his nipple feels sensitive.
You connect your tongue with the droplet, dragging it up his strong pec to clean off everything. Once you reach his nipple, you slow down, pressing the flat of your tongue against it to grind. It moves his piercing under your tongue, makes his nipple swell and causes Jungkook to moan squeakily.
To make matters even more difficult for him, you decide that it was finally time for you to take him back between your lips. You suck on his nipple, basking in the whole body squirm it forces out of him.
"I wanna cum", he croaks, arching his back repeatedly while his thighs almost crush you from pressing together desperately.
You purr, sending vibrations through his nipple.
"Please", Jungkook begs, head hitting the armrest of the couch and hips bucking up against your tummy. His cock is rock hard.
"Mhhm", you moan and slip off, placing your hand right under his nipple and watching in delight as Jungkook squirms in desperation.
"You're so cute", you laugh, making him whine oh so desperately.
"Why did you do that?" he whimpers, hand coming to touch his own nipple, "oh god I wanna- ah!"
You just slapped his hand away. Hard and demanding. Jungkook peels his eyes open, gawking at you with parted lips.
"No touching. That’s my job", you order with furrowed brows, "understood?"
"Y-yes ma'am", Jungkook stutters, nodding his head vigorously.
"Good boy", you say, giving him a smile, "you're so adorable."
You put your finger back into the cocoa, coating it thoroughly before connecting it with his other nipple. It is finally time.
Jungkook moans and closes his eyes again, head falling back against the armrest and hands coming to hold your waist.
"That's nice isn’t it?" you coo, wrapping your lips around him afterwards to suck off the cocoa.
"Don't stop", he sighs as an answer, feeling a constant stream of warm pleasure run through his body. If you were to touch his cock right now, he would orgasm instantly. He feels so fucking charged. His nipples are so goddamn sensitive. The cocoa is so warm, your touch so skilled, your mouth so wet. Jungkook swears that he will actually pass out from how good it feels.
You lift your mouth again, blowing on his wet nipple. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly, a shiver runs down his spine. He arches his back, squeezing your hips between his thighs. The air feels so cold.
"Pretty. You look so pretty", you praise, sparkly eyes glued to his hard nipple. It’s so fascinating just how reactive it is to whatever you do to it.
You connect your newly covered finger with it, forcing a shaky sigh and a little whimper out of him. He pulls his brows into a deep frown, pouts to the point where his lower lip trembles, then parts them in another whimper.
"That feels so good, doesn’t it?" you taunt in a lowered voice.
"Yeah", he keens, nodding his head vigorously.
"Of course it does", you whisper, lifting your finger again. You place your hand right under his armpit again and lower your head. With puckered lips, you blow again, basking in the desperate squirm he does because of it.
Jungkook feels charged. He has always been a sucker for different temperatures. Ice cubes on his tummy, hot wax on his skin, warm lips around his cock, cold water between your heated bodies. He's always fucking loved how temperatures make him feel. But to have warm cocoa followed by cold air on his nipples almost makes him want to cry.
"This is so much", he groans, throwing his head back to the point where you can watch his throat move as he moans.
"Yeah? Just say the word and I'll stop", you say.
"Don't stop", he begs in a squeaky keen, "pwease bwaby."
You snicker, "I see baby voice is the right option here", you say, rewarding his cute butt by covering him in a new layer of warm cocoa.
"Oh god, seriously", he moans, arching his back, "it's so fucking good."
You flick your finger then lower yourself. His nipple is so swollen between your lips, feeling oh so hot against your tongue. You moan deliciously, sucking on it while your tongue dances around his piercing.
"Can I cum?" Jungkook begs, "pwease just a liddol?"
You snort, lifting your head again.
"First of all, baby talk is not gonna work on me and second of all, how are you planning on cumming just a little?"
"Just like once, like pew", he thrusts his hips once, "like a gunshot."
You laugh, "no?" you say.
"Please?" he pouts.
"No."
You wipe off his cute pout instantly by connecting your fingers with his other nipple for a change. Still charged from before, your touch sends the hottest pleasure through his body.
Jungkook closes his eyes and tilts his head back, moaning unapologetically.
"You're seriously so adorable, Kookie", you say, covering him in new cocoa, "even if you talk complete shit sometimes."
"Hey, I'm not- ah", Jungkook forgets what he wanted to say, shivering deeply as you flick your tongue against his nipple to clean off the cocoa.
"What's wrong?" you taunt.
"Seriously please", he whines, "why are you stopping again?"
You rub his other nipple, watching how he tenses his tummy and chases you with a thrust. His cock is so hard, stretching the fabric of his sweats to its limits. You lower the mug to the very tip of his clothed cock. The temperature is low enough that it won’t burn him, but still high enough that he will feel the change in temperature.
"Mistress", the pet name slips from his lips in a squeaky keen, followed by a shaky moan.
You draw circles on his tip with the bottom of the mug, rolling his nipple between your fingers as you do.
"Your cock’s so hard, Kookie", you coo.
"Gonna cum", he confesses in a barely there whisper, "please Mistress."
"Too bad", you rasp, lifting with your hand and the mug, "I wanted to play longer."
"Oh my god, can I please cum?" he whines loudly, looking at you with glassy eyes, "why are you edging me? I didn't do anything."
"Yeah you did."
"What? No I didn’t."
"First of all, manners. Brat. And second of all, you are the cutest man in existence, that’s enough."
"Please baby", he laughs desperately, "just wanna cum, please."
"Not yet. Get naked first."
Jungkook follows instantly. He scurries off the couch to take off his sweats and briefs. You do the same when he isn’t looking. Jungkook turns, eyes widening upon seeing your naked body.
"Holy fuck", he whispers, cock twitching from the view.
"Do you like it?" you ask him, sitting back down.
Jungkook falls to his knees before you, pressing himself against your shins while his hands come to hold your hips.
"I'm your slut. Seriously", he croaks, hard cock rubbing against your skin and eyes watering in desperation.
You giggle, "you're so cute", you gush, "why are you so cute, Googie?"
"Why are you so perfect?" he throws back, burying his face between your thighs. He groans, moving his head left and right as he nuzzles you deeply, "baby you are so perfect. Why?" he whines into you, making you giggle happily.
"Cute", you say, reaching down to ruffle his hair.
Jungkook lifts his head, gazing at you in complete and utter awe.
"Can I eat your pussy?" he begs.
"Ask me properly and you can", you say.
"Can I please eat you out, Mistress?"
"There we go. Yes, you can", you say, propping your feet up on the couch.
"Fuck", Jungkook hisses, eyes running over your exposed pussy, "you're so beautiful. Holy shit."
"Can you see how wet you make me? Mhm?" you taunt, wiggling your hips.
"Yeah…holy fuck I wanna taste you so bad", he croaks.
"I'm not stopping you."
Jungkook however turns to get one of the cocoa mugs. He lifts it to his lips and takes a gracious sip, swirling the liquid in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it.
You watch with a racing heart. You know exactly what he is doing.
Jungkook closes the distance between his mouth and your pussy. He connects his tongue with you, grinding it up and down your soaked folds. He is looking up at you, wanting to see your reaction. The cocoa warmed him up which results in his normally already warm mouth to feel a hundred times hotter on your pussy.
You chase him with a roll of your hips, fingers gripping the edge of the sofa.
He lifts his mouth, licking his lips.
"How was that?" he asks.
"Amazing."
"Did you feel the difference?"
You nod your head, "do it again."
Jungkook nods his head and takes another sip. He swirls it around for a bit and swallows it. Then he lowers his hot lips to your clit, eyes glued to it with hunger burning in them. He sucks on it, swirling his hot tongue over it. Just the tip. He makes sure to trace the parts which are the most sensitive.
"Fuck baby", you sigh, tilting your head back in bliss, "that’s so good. Don’t stop."
"It's so good. You taste so good", Jungkook says, covering his mouth in new warmth to pleasure your clit with it. Slow licks, fast swirls and needy sucks. He makes the very best out of the few moments where his mouth feels like fire on your sensitive pussy.
"Baby…" you sigh. You love it so much when he plays with temperature. There was this one time where he licked an ice cube before sucking on your nipples. The way you shivered because of it is still haunting you. Another time he used hot wax to cover your entire body. He was so rough that night. You still have weak knees because of it. And now this. Mouth hot and oh so wet because of the cocoa. Fuck, Jungkook feels like fucking heaven.
He moans softly and lifts his mouth again, caressing your thighs when this makes you squirm desperately. He knows that he edged you, but he had to stop. His mouth wasn’t hot enough anymore.
"That's so good", he croaks, taking a sip of the cocoa. The mug is empty and so he discards it on the coffee table before finally swallowing the liquid and lowering his skilled mouth to your pussy, "is good", he lulls, guiding his tongue through your folds until he reaches your clit, “so good...”
"Keep going…"
Jungkook places his strong hands on your hips, moaning around your clit in a sweet promise that he won’t ever stop. His cock aches for release and his nipples still feel on fire, but that doesn’t stop him from giving you his all. You always make him feel so fucking good for no apparent reason and he wants to give back. You deserve to feel as best as you can because of how giddy you make him feel.
He comes up for air, making up for the loss of sensations by rubbing your clit with two of his fingers. He places kisses on your inner thighs, eyes closed in bliss.
You writhe because of the change in sensation, “good boy, my good boy”, you sigh.
Jungkook kisses his way back to your pussy. He keeps his fingers on your entrance, massaging it in circular motions and with just enough pressure to make you feel electric. And while he does that, he connects his tongue with your clit, licking her in upwards motions.
“Kookie baby”, you croak, lifting your head to look down at him. Your eyes are droopy and half-lidded, your lips are parted in shaky moans. His eyes are closed, giving his pretty face such a tranquil look to it.
Seeing how pretty he looks when he is between your legs, makes the sensations he gives you a hundred times more intense. You reach down, running your fingers through his incredibly soft hair. He whimpers because of it, pressing himself closer. His fingers slip inside to his very first knuckle, giving you such a nice stretch.
“Kookie”, you moan happily, tugging on his hair as gently as possible. He opens his eyes, flustering in a squirm when he realises that you are looking at him.
"You're doing such a good job", you lull, giving him a drunken smile.
Jungkook mewls and sucks on your clit before lifting his head, “you taste so good”, he says with his lips all puffy and wet.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You smile, running your hand down to his cheek, “you’re so cute”, you whisper, tilting his head up just enough that you can trace his lips.
Jungkook chases your thumb, sucking on its tip before you pull away again. He mewls, making you smile because of how cute he is.
“My hubby”, you breathe, taking his chin between two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty, like seriously.”
"___", he croaks, "you literally own me. No fucking joke. You own me", he adds, making you smile.
"Come here", you order.
Jungkook lifts himself. He begins moving his fingers on your pussy again and straightens up until he is face to face with you.
"Closer."
Jungkook obeys.
You purr, placing your hand around his throat.
"Mistress“, he whimpers, gulping heavily and fingers stuttering on your clit.
"Say it again", you order in a rasp.
"Mistress", he mewls.
"Nono. The thing before that."
"You fucking own me", he croaks and gulps when that makes you smirk.
"Yeah I do", you rasp, "fuck baby, keep doing that. Love how you touch me."
"I wanna fucking cum", he whines, "this is so hot."
“Yeah? You love touching my pussy, don’t you?”
“Yeah love making you feel good”, he mewls, eyelids fluttering in bliss when you press down on his veins as a little reward, “Mistress” he moans breathily, “ugn god”, he gets out, gulping under your harsh grip and tilting his head back just enough that you can see more of his throat.
“Kookie your fingers. Keep them moving.”
“Sorry”, he lulls, fixing his faltering rhythm, “sorry ‘s so hard. Feels so good.”
“I know baby, but it’s not that hard. Make me feel good and I’ll make you feel good in return, yeah?”
Jungkook nods his head and whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut, “Mistress”, he gets out. He draws circles on your clit, adding soft massages back and forth every now and then. He parts your folds as he does, massaging your entrance before returning to your clit again.
“There you go. That’s my boy”, you praise him, running your hand up his tummy and chest, “such a good boy, keep going”, you add in a sweet moan, placing your fingers on his left nipple.
“That’s unfair, please don’t do that”, he whines, looking at you with glassy eyes, “please don’t do that”, he whispers.
“Why not? You make me feel good, so I do it to you too”, you taunt, pinching and rolling his terribly sensitive nipple.
“Wan’…cum”, he breathes, arching his back, “plea…”
“And how’s that my problem?”
“Please. Is really, really hard”, he lulls.
You sneak a glance at his cock. Tip all heated and wet and veins throbbing in desperation. You feel your pussy clench because of it. His touch feels like paradise because of it, sending constant bolts of warmth through your body.
“I can see that”, you tease, placing your foot on his cock to rub it, “you’re so hard, baby.”
“Please Mistress”, he begs.
You grind your foot into his cockhead, eliciting a squeaky moan from him. He flinches with his entire body, hips chasing the pressure shakily.
“Cute”, you giggle, “you’re so cute”, you say, running your foot down his shaft.
“I’m begging you”, he croaks, spilling tears onto your hand still around his throat. They hit your skin in two droplets of warmth, leaving behind a cool shiver.
“Don’t cry babyboy”, you coo, “come sit on the couch, lemme take care of you.”
Jungkook does so with wobbly knees, pulling his legs up on the couch to cross them. He makes grabby hands at you, pouting oh so sadly. You climb atop his crossed legs, laughing when Jungkook tugs you closer roughly the second you were on top of him. His hands grab your butt, his glassy eyes race over your face.
“I’m dizzy”, he keens, “it’s your fault.”
You grab his cheeks between your fingers and move in closer, “good”, you whisper, kissing him afterwards.
Jungkook moans, wrapping his arms around your waist to press you closer. You chase him with a smooth roll of your hips. Your tummy presses against his', your pussy grinds against his cock.
“Fuck”, he whimpers into the kiss, deepening his hug to the point where you wonder if he wanted to crush you. He dances his hands up and down your sides as he cradles you, sending the nicest shivers down your spine. His skin is heated, melting right against yours.
Your clit is so sensitive. Grinding against his cock is making you want to crumble into a million pieces. You lift yourself a little more so you can grind your entrance against him too.
“Please”, he begs, right hand dancing over your butt just to disappear between your legs. He presses his fingers against your wetness to massage you slowly, brushing against his frenulum as he does.
“Please what?” you ask him with your voice shaking just slightly.
“Sink down please.”
“Like that?” you ask him, sinking down just enough that his tip breaches you. You lift yourself again afterwards. "Like that, mhm?",
“No. More”, he whines, “please.”
“You’re so cute”, you giggle, lowering yourself again.
Jungkook moves, pushing his cock into you with his fingers wrapped around it and his thumb pressed against your hole. He makes you shiver and twist his hair at the back of his head.
“Shit. Kook”, you get out.
Jungkook tilts his head back, lips brushing against yours and eyes opening slowly. They stay half-lidded, racing between your hazy ones. Then he smiles. Completely and utterly droopy, but filled with so much adoration.
You retort it, abandoning his hair to instead cup his heated cheeks. He moves your hips, thumb rolling slow circles on your hole as he does.
“Baby”, you moan, “holy fuck, my baby”, you croak, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.
Jungkook kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your upper back in synch with you finally bottoming out. Like this his pierced nipples are rubbing against your chest and his tummy grinds on your clit with each movement.
“Baby”, the kiss breaks because you needed to gasp, “holy fuck, Kook.”
“Yeah”, he rasps, placing his hand at the back of your head as he tightens his hug, “please don’t stop.”
“Don’t wanna stop”, you say, rocking your hips on him in a slow rhythm. You twist his hair again, “now fucking kiss me like you mean it.”
Jungkook kisses you deeply, moaning against your lips as your tongues dance with each other and your bodies connect in slow movements. He has no idea how he is still able to hold back. His cock feels like its on the most amazing fire ever. His nipples are pulsating in sensitivity, grinding against you over and over again. All he can think about is letting go and filling you up. And still he hasn’t yet. He seriously has no idea how he is doing that. It feels so good to be with you. To have you sit in his lap and rock your hips on him as you kiss him. Jungkook whimpers, cradling you against his body. You are so warm and soft. He wants to merge with you. You are so warm and soft.
“Oh god”, he lets out and sobs softly, “my darling”, he whimpers, cupping your cheek with his left hand while his right hand feels up your side as he hugs you oh so tightly.
“I know darling, I know. I feel it too”, you sigh, “your cock’s so perfect. ‘s making me feel so good.”
Jungkook sobs, pulling your forehead against yours.
“Don’t cry”, you whisper, wiping his tears away.
“I love you”, he croaks and squeaks, “oh god I, I love y-you”, he stutters, thrusting into you as best as the position allows him too.
Warmth fills you up and drips out of you instantly.
“Are you-“
“Yeah”, he interrupts you, shaking under you, “oh god, oh god, oh god. ___”, he sobs and begins chanting your name, squeezing you against him as he fills you up with his high. He is shaking so much and tensing his stomach, rubbing your clit right against it.
You squeeze your eyes shut, dropping your head against him. He is holding you, hugging you, cradling you. While his cock is filling you up. Holy fuck this is too good.
“Kookie, you’re making me cum”, you whimper, crumbling into a million pieces afterwards. You meet him in sloppy bounces on his cock, chasing the friction his tummy gives you and riding on the fiery pleasure of his cock.
Jungkook holds you through your shakes, feeling dizzy in happiness. This is his heaven. He is in paradise. Your pussy is so warm and tight, now filled with his cum. Jungkook swears that he doesn’t know a better sensation than this right now.
You come down with a shudder, dropping against him in a huff of air. Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck instantly, sucking the gentlest of hickeys to your skin. It tingles so nicely, making you feel so good as you float on your afterglow.
You don’t slip off, keeping him inside just to keep that deep warmth going for longer. Jungkook loves that you do. He feels so goddamn complete when he is with you like that.
“How was that?” he asks you.
“Like heaven?” you say and giggle, making him giggle too, “for you?”
“Same”, he giggles, giving your waist a little squeeze, “I’m so dizzy now.”
“Yeah same”, you squeeze him, “and a little cold.”
“Wanna share a blanky?” he asks.
“Yeah, let’s share a blanket”, you agree, reaching to your side to grab the blanket which very convinietly lies right there.
You throw it over your shoulder and with Jungkook’s help tug it behind his back so the two of you are all cocooned in. You lean into his chest with a content sigh, closing your eyes when he places a loving kiss on the tip of your nose.
“This was amazing”, he says.
“Yeah”, you agree, rubbing the tip of your nose against his cheek, “you smell so good”, you whisper.
“You too, baby”, he says.
Bang!
You and Jungkook scream up at the sudden loud bang against your window. And scream up again when a distorted figure presses its head against the glass. Jimin. His features may be hidden in darkness and foggy glass, but it’s him. You’d recognize him anywhere.
“Are you guys finally done?” he screams, nose squished against the window, “hellooo can you hear me?” he coos loudly.
“What the hell? Did he watch us fuck?” you mumble, snuggling closer to Jungkook to hide away. Not that you feel any kind of shame in being naked in front of Jimin. That man once waxed your butthole when you wanted to try it out (you hated it. It hurt like hell).
“What are you doing, man?” Jungkook calls out, still clutching you safely to your chest from getting scared before.
“Come outside you two lovebirds. The polar lights are out!” Jimin tells you, knocking on the glass again, “helloo???”
“Oh my god the polar lights”, you gasp, looking at Jungkook.
His eyes are widened in surprise, “we gotta go outside, darling”, he says.
“Yes, oh my god I can’t believe this is happening”, you squeal and hit his chest softly, “we’re coming Jimin! Wait for us!”
“Oh heard me? Nice”, Jimin’s grin is distorted by the glass, “get dressed, we’re waiting for you!”
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Right so- Emily's personality ir charlies design for the hazbins Fallen au?? Which should I talk about first??
Let's go with Emily-
Alright! So, Emily is still her cheery self but also due to the nature of the au defiantly isnt all niave and trusting and stuff
In this au, she's learning about seras lies from others, which I think would give her trust issues. I also made her more, angry
I imagine in the au she holds grudges a lot more, mainly against alastor, and has more of a silent anger type personality- here's a small snippet of the pilot for the au
Emily: alright so now we watch *Katie starts throwing insults* ...oookay- vaggie, spear, down *gently holding said spears tip down
Vaggie: wha- but, come onn
Emily: no 'come onn' I don't think you scaring people with you angelic spear is a good ide- *Katie says soenthifn homophobic* .....neveemind *releases spear* do whatever you want ant. I want that bitch to fear for her life
Or it'd go something like that, I'll work out any kinks when I start writing the story, first I wanna awake an episode layout whoch is harder then it loks- I have the ideas but I need it in a list so- jsut gotta sort through all that
Like she isn't like Vaggie, spear raised, but not like Charlie, easy to forgive.
I do imagine she bites her tounge however if you ask for her hienst's opinion, she will NOT hold back. I think once she and Husk become more of a father-daughter duo, he starts rubbing off on her, and she starts blurting some ruder things out
He is so proud of his little(200k year+) girl
It's probably the most evident when I have her tell of Alastor- which will also be one instance of her being super protective over her found family.....listen I know yall love Alastor i do to, but I think he fandom over hypes him, and so does he himself, and I want Emily to kinda call him out, and threaten him in this au
But that'll be another post :)
Remember how I said charlie and slaviathen are like Ron and Tammy 2 but without all the sex? Yeah, well, then Emily is Diane! Vaggie is to but vaggie mostly focuses on getting them out and stuff. Emily and slaviathen just have passive aggressive argument and comments thrown at each other
"Always a pleasure to meet you charlies friends" "*strained smile* always a pleasure seaweed hair stranger" "oooo-Kay let's go- and let charlie Dela with this"
Why vaggie is passive with sleviathan and Emily is the protective one? Honestly idk but I think it's funny :) maybe it's cause Vaggie knows Charlie doesn't tale shit from slaviathen one bit so lets her gaurd down more because she knows charlie has it, so she's more passive or smth
Emily meanwhiem can't STAND being talked down to so absurd bites back no matter what. Which is also why her breaking point would be Katie calling them a slur.
She hates being talk down to, which stems form her years in heaven being treated as a child by almost everybody, good intentions or not it was still always so condescending to her. Especially when it was from Sera or the other heaven born and elder/arch angles
So she definitely internalized that, remember how I said she was often referred to as 'lucifers replacement' by many elder angles?? Yeah, that's where it MOSTLY stems from
She'd also have resentment and hatred for lucifer because of it all, like "I never want to meet whoever the fuck lucifer is" kinds mentality, it's due to this that she refused to search him uo and relaize he was her girlfriends, one of them, DAD
So the dad beat dad episode is...fun!! Emily gets piss drunk with HER dad, husk after realizing the short man in the middle of the living room is lucifer
It's after that whole song at the beginning happens does she realize he's lucifer, cause charlies only referred to him as dad so-
......I should start drafting a psot for her and Peter's relationship- mlm and wlw solidarityyyy
She also be a lot more sexual active I think because liek heaven is restricted so being in hell with norestricrions she definitely is THRIVING on that freedom
I have a scene planned out for when Angle takes them to that bdsm club that involved her buying black silk stuff because why not-
Anyways, the finale change in Emily, I think, for her personality that is would be she absolutely take sfter a more Sloth like sin
"Screw both of you I'm sleeping in!" She absolutely HATES waking up early in the morning, especially if it's after a night of certain events. Vaggie will throw clothes at her and force her to get up. Charlie will already be downstairs full of energy-
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I love your metas! I was wondering... have you or anyone else tried listing all of Bruce's childhood traumas? Comics zero in on Crime Alley, but EVERY time I see a snippet from his childhood it's invariably a little-to-a-lot fucked up whether his parents are involved (loneliness, bedtime stories, his mom lovingly promising to haunt him) or not (falling into the cave, going to a boarding school run by a killer in Batman Gothic, Tommy Elliott in general, a childhood friend died of diphtheria in Batman Through the Looking Glass... he saw a LOT of death as a child, actually...)
Thank you! I unfortunately don't know of a post listing all of Bruce's childhood traumas. You've kind of already covered a lot of bases, Anon, but for the sake of completeness I'll go through all you've mentioned and the traumatic incidents I can recall too:
Bruce falls into a well full of bats and develops a phobia in response [notable post-Crisis flashback in Batman: The Man Who Falls]
At five years old, Bruce's favorite story to have Thomas read to him every night for a month is “The Veldt” by Ray Bradbury, which is largely about kids with such neglectful parents that they bond with an automated house and then leave their parents for dead [mentioned by Bruce(s) in Batman/Superman (2013) #2]
Bruce witnessed his father performing surgery on a dying man [flashback in Batman: The Long Halloween]
Thomas reads to Bruce “The Animals and the Pit” by Alexander Nikolaevich Afanasyev, a story containing cannibalism and brutal fights for survival [flashback in Batman (2016) #74]
Thomas had Bruce watch horror movies with him, with Martha having to comfort Bruce afterwards in a bit of an unorthodox way... by promising that if they died, his parents would haunt him [flashback in Detective Comics (2016) #1027 -- Ghost Story]
Bruce experienced neglect as a child, with his father's parenting style being potrayed in multiple stories as authoritarian, which led to Bruce idolizing him and craving his approval, but running to Martha for comfort when his father was too harsh [notable flashbacks in Batman: The Dark Knight II (2011) #12, but bits of this can be seen in Batman: The Long Halloween, Batman: Hush, Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #58, Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on a Serious Earth etc.]
Bruce had a friend called Celia Small for a while, whom he adored. He watched her die of diptheria while he recovered, blaming himself for it [mentioned in Batman: Through the Looking Glass]
Bruce was sent to a private school as a child, which he resented as being "sent away"; the school is described as hell, a place where children were beaten, humiliated and had to fight off the sexual advances of older teachers. Bruce gets spanked as physical punishment by the headmaster, who turns out to be a serial killer, because Bruce glimpses the severed head of his only friend Robert as it happens [flashbacks in Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #7 -- Gothic]
Bruce accidentally shoots a duck with a rifle his friend Mooley had brought with them, and the death of the animal becomes a traumatic memory associated with the death of his parents, because of the gun [Batman: Secrets #4]
Bruce's childhood friend, Tommy Elliot... um. I guess I can just list Tommy Elliot, but the most direct traumatic experience at the time must've been having to stop Thomas from killing another kid, after which Thomas was put in a psychiatric institution [flashback in Detective Comics (1937) #837]
Bruce's father hits him while angry about a stock investment, with Bruce declaring in childish rage to his mother afterwards that he wants him dead... on the same day that his parents got gunned down, because Bruce's survivor's guilt needed more ammunition [flashback in Batman (1940) #430]
And then there's the shooting of his parents at the tender age of 8 years old! So all of this is prior to that! Two dead friends, one who avoided him after the unfortunate duck incident, and one friend who had a violent breakdown and got taken away... And Bruce attempted suicide after his parents died too, as told in Batman (2016) #12.
#...I am very sad now#Bruce does have a very complicated relationship with death. he has nightmares about death especially at the beginning of his career#there's a hallucination sequence related to Bruce's fear of death intertwined with Joker at the beginning of Batman: Cult#that's fascinating#asks#batman#bruce wayne#bruce wayne meta#abuse mention#suicide mention#batman meta#my meta
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WIP Wednesday
A small small snippet of Dad!Buck today, which I've got like 2 more scenes to write and then I can publish chapter one! (I know I've been saying this for ages, leave me alone)
Tagged by @daffi-990 and @wikiangela (go check out their wips, they're super cool!!)
It’s not long before Buck notices Aidan going limp in his arms, his head listing forward as he slowly falls asleep.
“Poor kid’s tuckered out,” he chuckles softly as he stands up, “I’ll go put him to bed, be back in a sec.”
Eddie stands up and follows him to Aidan’s room, watching from the doorway as Buck carefully lays Aidan on the changing table and begins to undress him. He’s become an expert at putting pyjamas on the boy while he sleeps, and Aidan is soon dressed in his T-Rex pyjamas Maddie and Chimney had bought him a couple of weeks ago.
Buck gently lowers Aidan into his bed and pulls the covers up to his chin, tucking them around him before bending over to kiss him lovingly on the forehead. Eddie follows suit, smoothing out Aidan’s curls and placing Rex the Dog near Aidan’s pillow so he’d find it when he woke up.
“Can’t believe our boy is two years old,” Buck sighs, grabbing Eddie around the waist and reeling him in for a hug. “Seems like only yesterday that we were having his first birthday party and look at him now.”
Eddie leans his head back against Buck’s shoulder. “He’s grown up a lot. Keeps us on our toes, hmm?”
Buck chuckles. “Sure does,” he agrees, kissing Eddie’s temple. “Come on, let’s go watch a movie with our teenager.”
Eddie shudders. “Stop that, he’s still my baby,” he protests, flicking Buck’s arm.
“Your baby who’s going to high school in the fall.”
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please please please, jealous Larissa x teacher!reader
Mine
Warnings: S M U T 18+, minors dni!! Filth with little plot, possessive behavior, jealous behavior, slapping, man handling, (lots of) dirty talk, bulge kink, breeding kink, spit kink, praise kink, degrading kink mixed with a little verbal abuse, slight brainwash, punishment/spanking, tears, kinda toxic, Dark Dom Daddy Larissa (Larissa is a bit mean), Bottom Puppy Reader.
Reader and Larissa have a non established relationship
Authors notes: I’m so sorry anon!!!! I wrote this whole snippet thinking the request was possessiveness then saw it was jealousy and had to work it in there so I’m so sorry if it seems rushed if you don’t like it anon just let me know and I will write something else.
You watched Larissa with a mixture of love and disdain as she shot the fake gun in the air commencing the Poe Cup. For a moment, you question yourself, were you not partner material? Was there a reason this goddess of a woman had only been using you as a sexual rouse for the past six months and not made any move towards progressing you're relationship. In the beginning it was fine you might of even said it was all you wanted at the time but now you longed for a loving embrace, a sweet kiss goodnight, the feeling of your fingers wonderfully tangled in another and while you did sometimes get those from Larissa it wasn’t the same. You wanted more than a fuck buddy wanted more than someone who just took out their frustrations on you and as you sit here and think to yourself you realize that's all Larissa wanted to be. Finally ripping your burning gaze from the woman you settle with yourself in the decision to move on with your life. Walking to the right of the stage to get a better view, your gaze turns to one of adoration as you watch Ophelia halls boat pull into first. Becoming the dorm mom of the hall was like a puzzle piece slipping into place and you couldn't be more proud of your girls. Smiling wide as the group of four run across the finish line you feel a strong beat in your chest when Larissa announces Ophelia hall has won for a second year in a row. Making your way forward you only slightly grimace as mud covers your black boots, luckily the extra height from the shoes saving your black pants from the same fate. Black sweater protecting you from the cold biting wind you carry over four towels to keep the girls from catching cold.
"I must say I'm impressed."
Your voice breaks through Enid's excited squeals and in a second you are surrounded by the rowing team.
"Did you see us Ms. (Y/L/N)?"
Enid says quickly and you can't help the light chuckle you let forth.
"No, I was watching the other Poe Cup across the lake."
You say with sarcasm causing an almost nonexistent smirk to cross Wednesday's face.
"You all were wonderful, what do you say I treat you all to a night of gravedigging."
Your smile was bright as three of the four grimaced at the offer.
"Sounds absolutely dreadful. Let's meet at nine."
Wednesday says trying not to sound overly excited before she walks away towards the dorm hall. Enid and the others trying to hide their disgust as they follow the girl. You let go of a content sigh before turning to make your own way back towards the school building. Your students' essays wouldn't read themselves. Well.......
“Ms. (Y/L/N).”
Your head turned in response to the near yell of your name another head also turning in the crowd behind you.
“I couldn’t help but overhear your going out with your hall tonight need a second chaperon?”
A smile graced your features as one of the new assistant teachers spoke, you didn’t remember the woman’s name but you recognized her face as she had seemed to be bumping into you a lot recently.
“Oh I don’t need one those girls always behave with me but you are more than welcome to join in the activity it can be very invigorating.”
Your smile was returned as well as a small blush that ghosted the younger woman’s cheeks.
“I can’t wait.”
The young teacher made her way into the crowd leaving you to your thoughts as you began to walk towards the school. Lifting off the floor as you begin to walk on air you get lost within your own mind your abilities now being second nature to you. Steps end as you eventually just propel yourself forward reaching the school in seconds before lowering yourself in the middle of the quad. The walk from there to your classroom is short stepping into the dark room filled with beakers of different organs and body parts a smile graces your lips as you stare at the essays stacked on your desk. This job was a dream teaching monster anatomy coincided with your interests and it allowed you to cause a grimace on most of the students faces on a daily basis.
.......
An unpleasant feeling settled in Larissa’s stomach as she watched Ms. Kathryn Yeil become a blushing mess while speaking to you for the third day in a row. You were to naïve never found yourself pretty so you never assumed anyone else did either but Larissa saw you. The goddess she possessed and she knew your worth so it didn’t surprise her when one of the newbies took a liking to you. What did surprise her was the feeling it brought over her body. Kathryn was young much younger than Larissa pretty, smart, and she seemed to have a few things in common with you. Larissa was your polar opposite there was not a single interest you shared besides coffee and honestly that didn’t even count. So as she hears the end of your conversation your invitation and her acceptance she can’t help but feel that uncomfortable tingle of jealousy course through her as thoughts of you with anyone else fills her mind. Possessiveness takes over her body in waves and as she watches you set off towards the school a pinch of hurt hits her too, if nothing else Larissa owned you she had told you many times before and you always moaned out in agreement..... who even knows what you two have but Larissa was done tiptoeing around it. Toe of her heels digging in the ground as she set off towards the school to find you and put you in your place.
.......
Sitting down at your desk with a content sigh you barely pick up the third essay on the six different stomachs in a giant before there's a knock on your door. Humming out a distracted ‘come in’ you don’t look up when the person on the other side of the door entered opting to continue reading the essay before you. Familiar heels click against the floor of your classroom and you ready yourself to say what needed to be said standing and dusting off your pants you raise your eyes to sharp blues. Voice nearly dying in your throat you get your courage back with a few fake coughs.
EHM ehm “Larissa... we need to talk.”
Your voice came out softer than you intended but you brushed it off deciding to stay strong. Larissa still somewhat scared you even after all this time and her domineering personality often made her lash out. A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in question before her sadistic smile she only seemed to shine your way made its path across her face.
“What does my little puppy need to talk to me about hmm?”
Her words dripped with an unspoken promise. The promise of what you didn’t know and honestly weren’t sure if you wanted to find out. Eyes never leaving Larissa’s you speak.
“Larissa... I can’t... I don’t want to do this anymore. You’re a great woman and it was fun sneaking around at first but I’m tired of cat and mouse I want something real. So what ever this arrangement is that we have it stops now.”
A look of surprise and something else graced Larissa’s features before she merely chuckled and shook her head while moving into your space.
“Oh my darling girl have I not been clear or have you been to fucked out to remember?”
Starting off sweet before ending harsh Larissa bends to say the next words in your ear.
“When I have you screaming about how your daddy’s little plaything those words are not to arouse you in the heat of passion, though they do seem to get a rise out of you.."
Larissa’s eyes sparkle with mischief as a pink hue starts at your cheeks your strong demeanor slowly starting to fade as she reminds you exactly whose in charge.
“Those words are a decree a collar you wear around your neck that only I can see. Would you prefer I kept you on my lap so that everyone can see just how much of a slut you are for me? You want real? Lets be real you belong to me puppy; body, mind, and soul. My thing to play with, my bitch to command, you are mine and mine alone but clearly you’ve forgotten that hmm?”
The last four words are sweet even as she grips you harshly and man handles you over your desk.
“How fogged your little mind gets when daddy doesn’t abuse this pussy for a few days.”
You put up no resistance as Larissa strips your body, as much as you wanted to deny it you couldn’t hide the way your heart thumped in excitement, the way your core pulsed in anticipation your mind began to slip back and forth you felt torn, you needed to fight this you wanted something real and the only thing this situation seemed to be was real toxic but as Larissa got you naked slid a hand up your abdomen over your chest and around your throat commanding you to open your mouth and you did so without question accepting her spit happily before swallowing she only proved her words to be true. She owned you.
“There we go puppy, you always take anything daddy gives you.”
Just as the praise registers so does Larissa hand harshly smacking across your face.
“Don’t think that changes anything whore, leave me? I’m the only one that loves you silly puppy is so dumb without daddy you wouldn’t make it a day.”
You bite your lip as the sting of the rough contact tingles on your skin and the words crash through your brain.
“Roll onto your stomach bitch and show me that pretty ass of yours I think you deserve punishment.”
Your body moved quickly as venom laced words continued to fall from Larissa’s mouth.
“I’m very disappointed puppy I thought you always wanted to please daddy. Instead you want to whore yourself out."
Tears build up as your mind begins to slip further.
“You’re going to count each hit slut miss one, we start over, and you’re going to take everything I give you forget your safe word tonight puppy, daddy’s mad and nothing’s gonna stop me tonight.”
crack
You lean a bit further onto your desk as the hard slap connects but don’t miss a beat.
“1.”
smack
“2.”
creak
whimper
“3.”
crack
“4.”
snap
Tears hit the desk in front of your eyes but you barely register them.
“5.”
whack
“6.”
smack
A sob escapes your throat yet you continue.
“7.”
whip
“8.”
wham
“9.”
By now your openly sobbing but it all means nothing to you, you disappointed daddy and you have to make it right.
crack
“10.”
By nineteen your backside screamed at Larissa, red and welping but Larissa only cooed as she ran a light hand up your back.
“Such a good girl, taking your punishment so well, one more puppy just one more.”
A pathetic whimper escaped your throat at the thought but you nodded none the less bracing yourself for another harsh slap. Larissa didn’t hold back her hand connecting with your skin just as harsh as it had the last nineteen times a slight scream escaped your mouth as you crumbled forward falling completely on top of your desk the strength in your arms long gone.
“20.”
A pleased hum left Larissa as she ran a soothing hand up your back.
“Such a good puppy for daddy, you did so well, I’m so proud of you.”
Rolling you onto your back Larissa easily keeps your backside lifted off the wood before sliding her jacket between your skin and the surface. You can’t help but grimace as she lowers you, your cheeks still plenty raw from her rough treatment but your mind focuses on the white haired enchantress as she makes her way between your legs.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry daddy.”
Tears still stream down your face as you speak but Larissa ignores you spreading your legs wide in order to get a good look at you.
“Would you look at that.... it doesn’t matter how rough daddy is with you, you’ll still be a slutty mess between your legs.”
Larissa slips out of her own dress and undergarments easily, unpinning her hair before towering over you.
“I think you secretly like it when daddy’s rough with you....”
Larissa whispers to you as she begins to tease at your swollen clit causing you to gasp.
“Because you know how hard I’ll fuck you after.”
Long fingers easily slide into familiar territory as her thumb continues to play with your clit. Moaning you lift your hands to tangle in white locks.
“Daddy.
You moan out softly as you pull at Larissa willing her to be closer.
“Because you know I’ll fuck you deep and hard with my cock till I fill you with my seed.”
A loud moan slips through at the combination of Larissa’s words and fingers. The familiar tightness beginning in your stomach.
“You like that don’t you bitch, when I fuck you dumb then fill your little cunt with my babies.”
Whimpers begin as a sloshing sound starts between your legs while you respond.
“Yes daddy, I love when you fuck a baby in me, I’m gonna cum daddy, can I cum?”
Removing her fingers, Larissa stands to her full height before sucking your wetness off her digits.
“Oh sweetheart, you think you deserve to cum after the stunt you tried to pull? No puppy tonight is all about daddy, I plan to use you like a fleshlight till I cum, maybe if you behave tomorrow I’ll let you have your release.”
In that moment you see the transformation between her legs begin her vagina being replaced with a penis of her own, her warm thick tip brushing through your folds a few times before she began to push into your entrance. Moans leave your lips as your center still is recovering from the orgasm denial mere moments ago. When Larissa’s hips meet your own you almost quake with need.
“So full daddy.”
The smug look on Larissa’s face sent tingles through you as soft hands ran over your stomach that now bulged with Larissa’s presence.
“Your taking me so well puppy, feel so good inside.”
Your stomach clenches at the words squeezing Larissa and causing her to let out a pleased huff. Moving her hips slowly in and out for a moment you relish in your small adjustment period before Larissa’s left hand grips your throat, her right hand pushes on your bulge and her hips slam against yours. Your eyes rolled back as Larissa began to fuck you within an inch of your sanity, you felt every vein on her length, felt every brush of her tip against your g spot, felt every stretch at your entrance and the pleasure was to good. Tears never stopped flowing though they no longer came from pain now pleasure.
“Oh daddy.”
You moaned out voice a little scruffy from the hand around your neck.
“Fuck this pussy daddy, yessssss, fuck.”
Your pleasure was blinding, the pressure was building and before you could even open your mouth to ask Larissa pulled out. Your whine was audible a natural response to your second denial but your body remained unmoving. Allowing Larissa to basically manhandle you onto your side, she lifts a leg allowing it to run up her body while the other was pushed out of the way. The first thing you noticed when she entered you in this position was how deep you felt her. You felt like one, her member hitting you in deep spots only she knew, grabbing your legs as leverage Larissa begins to drill you again, loud moans poured out of your mouth as your juices splashed all over Larissa’s jacket.
“Who owns you?”
“Daddy.”
The words seemed to please Larissa one of her hands leaving your leg to play with your clit as she fucked into you.
“Who does this pussy belong to?”
“Daddy.”
The word came out as a sob as your body begins to slightly shake.
“I can’t daddy I’m gonna...”
In an instant Larissa’s warmth leaves your walls clenching around nothing desperately. Crossing your legs together Larissa slides between your wet thighs fucking them just as hard and fast as she’d fuck you its merely another minute before she pulls away from your thighs squirting on your punished backside. A whine leaves your lips as you suddenly feel the deep intrusion of Larissa's cock again.
“Such a good puppy, you took me so well.”
Larissa’s words where like a pillow as your drop takes full force, your body shaking with sobs.
“Always such a good puppy for daddy, I’m so proud of you.”
Larissa’s words continued as she wrapped her body around yours becoming the blanket you didn’t know you needed and suddenly you were the safest you’d ever been.
“I’m so sorry daddy, so sorry, I love you daddy I don’t want to upset you.”
The words struck Larissa and she was happy you couldn’t see the small blush on her face.
“And I love you puppy you are mine as much as I am yours and I don’t like to share. What we have is real.”
You ran fingers through soft locks and suddenly your heart started to beat out of your chest wrapped in the warm embrace of your lover still full and connected you felt pure bliss.
“Stop talking to Kathryn it makes me uncomfortable.”
Confusion quickly took hold of your face as you searched your mind before you responded.
“Who?”
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🎶 So I close my eyes and the tears will clear 🎶
The sound of the whistle permeated the air, cutting through the steam and fog on the docks of New Orleans. Zelda held Violette’s hand tightly so that she wouldn’t get lost amidst the sea of luggage and people greeting one another or waiting to be taken far from this place.
The moment that she stepped foot on the dock, Zelda's eyes were drawn up to the church, which looked exactly the same as it did when she had first arrived nine years ago. She was staring at it, distinctly recalling the dizzying feeling of the first time she had seen it rising above the river banks, when a figure rushed toward her.
Before she could say a word Antoine’s arms were around her, suffocating out everyone else on the dock and any of her reservations about being back there. He brushed back her hair and kissed every inch of her face, seemingly making no effort to hide the tears of happiness flowing from his eyes and unaware of the stares raining down on them.
He continually looked at Zelda, attempting to formulate the words to express how grateful he was simply to touch her and see her again, before he would lose his thoughts to a small sob or a quick touch of her gloved hand. He could feel the apology caught in his throat, begging to be let out, when a small hand began to tug at the pant leg of his pink suit.
He looked down to see a pair of olive green eyes besieging him for acknowledgment, her need for attention only heightened by her parent’s momentary forgetfulness of her. Antoine bent down to pull her into his arms, “Ma petite cherie! I am so very sorry. Tell me, how was England? Was it as grand as a storybook? Did you see any castles?”
“I did! I did! On a hill in the clouds just like in the stories. Momma told me my Aunt Rosella used to work there. Aunt Rosella was momma’s sister. She said she was pretty just like me and that she told lots of stories and…”
As Violette rambled on, Antoine pulled Zelda close to the two of them, unspeakably happy that they were back here with him. All of the noise around them seemed to fall into a pleasant drone as he stared as Zelda, still yet to speak to one another even as Violette continued to recount her entire journey across the Atlantic.
Sensing her parent’s emotions, Violette ceased her diatribe and tugged at her father’s collar, “Poppa? Poppa? Put me down. I’m big enough to walk on my own.”
The moment her small feet hit the wooden docks she began to confidently walk ahead of them, as if she knew every step to take to get back to the home she had been asking about for months. Her parents trailed behind, watching her steps lovingly and veering ever closer to one another.
When they reached the planked sidewalk above the dock, Antoine stopped and looked toward Zelda. It was quiet here, the murmur from the crowd below only reaching them in snippets. Suddenly the words he had been waiting months to say finally spilled from his mouth. He had accepted that she wasn’t coming home, that perhaps he couldn’t blame her in the slightest if she stayed in England.
Yet he wanted nothing more than for her to choose to come back, but couldn’t ask her to do so knowing that the future he offered here would never be as secure as the one she had in England. Even still he apologized in every way he could: for his absence, for allowing her to go without him at all, and for leaving her to face her ghosts alone while she had stood beside him through so many.
His eyes beseeched her as they bridged the small gap between them, “Zelda, if you can forgive me, I promise all you have to do is tell me you need me and I’ll never leave you alone again, okay?”
Zelda returned his gaze, knowing that his words were only part of what she needed. She had come back so that Violette wouldn’t grow up without him, but also simply because she wanted to be with him. Although her absence seemed to have drawn out what she craved from him, she still didn’t know if he could continue this vulnerability or face the difficult realty of their lives when mundanity returned.
But his eyes were so familiar, so earnest in their questioning and love, that she couldn’t deny why she had come back, and that she herself would turn a blind eye if it meant she could ever be this happy. She leaned onto him and lifted her eyes to meet his own, letting her face tell him that yes, she could forgive him.
“Momma? Poppa? What are you doing? Let’s go home!”
Zelda took Antoine’s hand in her own and began to follow after Violette, “Yes, my little love. Let’s go home.”
#1929#sims 4 historical#ts4 historical#ts4 decades challenge#sims 4 decades challenge#sims 4 legacy#ts4 legacy#sims 4 story#ts4 story#the darlingtons#1920s#zelda darlington#antoine duplanchier#violette darlington
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The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes dir: Billy Wilder, 1970
I only watched The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes for the first time a few days ago but it lights my brain up in that special way that I know I’ll revisit it a lot. Don’t get me wrong, it’s far from perfect, for one thing Colin Blakely’s Watson is a little too shouty for me, but it’s very worthwhile to check out despite its shortcomings, which I think mostly come from the fact that so much was cut from the intended script.
I absolutely love Robert Stephens as Holmes. His face is so good, he has a way of looking at Watson when he doesn’t know he’s being observed that is very soft. I thought I was hallucinating the beginning of this movie with Holmes telling the ballet dancer he’s gay and in a relationship with Watson. I thought it was going to be played for a joke, and it was a bit, but it didn’t just end there. Holmes and Watson have a conversation about the repercussions in a lengthy scene that turns very serious by the end. I can’t believe this was 1970 and no one has since tried to build on this specific dynamic in a more meaningful way. Someone needs to remake this into a mini-series exactly how Billy Wilder intended it to be, here’s hoping public domain can make it so.
[above: script page from the cut story The Curious Case of the Upside Down Room, where Watson creates a fake case to make Holmes feel better]
Also, the backstory of the making of this film is so out of control: Robert Stephens’s nervous breakdown and suicide attempt during the production, the amount of years Billy Wilder was trying to write it and get it made, the interference of ACD’s son, the Loch Ness monster prop that the crew lost in actual Loch Ness, the immense scope of the episodic story they were going for, the way it got cut down from its original 3 hour 45 minute runtime and how that cut footage was lost forever! (this is crazy! everyone go check your attics and storage lockers right now).
In one of the interviews I found, Robert Stephens says “if something is boring — if it’s three minutes long it’s too long, but if it’s interesting it’s never long enough…you don’t want it to end.” Big same Toby Stephens’ dad, big SAME. I didn’t want it to end. I read the uncut script and I am just floored at what we missed out on. Thankfully some footage and audio remain of some of the cut scenes (but still! check your basements too).
Just fully let it settle into your brain that they filmed all of these stories in the script, and then cut most of it away. Like that is mind-blowing to me, it existed at one point as it was fully intended to be. If this was made now during home entertainment times, they would have no problem releasing an almost four-hour movie, but at the very least there would be a big director’s cut dvd release and we would be enjoying all the small Holmes x Watson moments we deserve.
Anyway, in pretty short order I found a bunch of interesting links to stuff, details below. I also consulted my very well-thumbed Conversations with Wilder book by Cameron Crowe, but there wasn’t that much more information in there. I have Robert Stephens’ memoir Knight Errant and the TPLOSH blu-ray on order so I’ll add to this post if I find any more good resources. Let me know if I’m missing anything, and enjoy!
Full movie on YouTube (x) <-update: this link went private, but it's also streaming for free on Tubi and Freevee, and available to rent on YouTube, Google Play, and Apple TV
Original roadshow draft of script on Internet Archive (x)
Missing footage: Prologue [sound only plus stills] (x), The Curious Case of the Upside Down Room [sound only plus stills] (x), The Dreadful Business of the Naked Honeymooners [footage and soundtrack only, no sound dialogue] (x), alternate ending [sound only] (x)
Making of documentary that includes behind-the-scenes snippets of some of the cut scenes [this doc is in German, but you can turn on the auto-translate to English in the YouTube settings] (x)
Interview with Ernst Walter, film editor of TPLOSH (x)
Interview with Christopher Lee “Mr. Holmes, Mr. Wilder” 2003 (x)
My YouTube playlist with all of the above links in one place plus an excellent fan vid by Just Bee that I added to the list because it’s just so good (x)
Missing Movies: A Case for Sherlock Holmes from 1994 BBC Radio 2 on Soundcloud [includes interview with Robert Stephens and folks involved in the production] (x)
Articles about the lost Loch Ness monster prop (x) (x)
The soundtrack by Miklós Rózsa (x)
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Can you tell us about your other fics if you already have an established plot?
I'd love to! So there's quite a number of them I won't lie. I tend to get inspired by the randomest things. These are all in various stages of plotted out and written.
A/B/O fic (technically turning into 3 fics) that follows Bucky & Buck through the war, described below.
Courting Arc (top of my list to finish writing) - Bucky POV as he is anonymously courted during his time in the states just before he gets sent over to England (there's a post I'm basing my writing around I'll link it in a moment) <- published
England Arc- a quick look into their lives as they run missions with A/B/O elements (this will be pretty short I think) mostly snippets of scenes from the show just now with Omega Bucky and Alpha Buck <- published
Stalag Arc - Omega Bucky and his awful time in Germany. Here is where we see what being an Omega in war is really like in my omegaverse. Bucky is the highest ranked Omega in the camp meaning he's technically 'in charge' of keeping those Omegas in line. He's tested by his heats, keeping his pack together, and finally by a German order that could tear Buck and Bucky apart. This is a big fic for me to prepare for, and I'm building up to it by writing the Courting Arc first <- next on deck
Biker Gale AU (my beloved, genuinely obsessed with this AU) - this was inspired by one of hogans-heroes AUs. So, Gale leads an outlaw-esque biker club, and Bucky used to be his right hand (and lover) except one day out of the blue he just disappeared. Gale does everything he can to find Bucky, but there's no trail to follow, no clues to put together, nothing. Fast forward about two years, Bucky arrives on Curt's doorstep holding a small baby with the brightest blue eyes and prettiest blonde curls and begs Curt to watch his baby for 5 days. 5 days later Bucky comes back in town bruised to all hell with the FBI on his tail with their own nefarious reasons for tracking Bucky down. Bucky has nowhere else to turn especially since when he comes back to Curt's he finds Gale holding his little baby. (This could be A/B/O I haven't decided, but it's definitely at least mpreg)
Amnesia fic - this is based off of a post I made about the effects of Bucky getting hit over the head like 3 times in the span of two days, its... somewhere (edit: here). But its about Bucky waking up with no memory of who he is just before he gets interrogated by the Germans and sent to Stalag Luft III where he meets a man that his heart rejoices at seeing but his mind doesn't recognize. Buck of course has to deal with the love of his life forgetting him.
Magic AU - Bucky is a Scamander and its now everyone's problem to deal with it. The tag to find all of my ramblings for it is magic au (not that Tumblr's tag system works), and @getinthefuckingjaeger just wrote the best ever fic of Bucky and Theseus so go read that.
I've also got a few paragraphs written of Foster Kid Bucky somewhere but that might never see the light of day (that's also from a hogans-heroes AU) where Bucky is a jaded teenager just trying to make it to 18 to get out of his shitty foster placement when in comes Buck whose mother finally divorced his dad, got custody of her kids, and moved to her hometown to escape. It's about a Bright Buck meeting a Jaded Bucky (a flip on their usual dynamics)
Blonde Bucky AU - I wrote a blurb on the Twin Cleven AU post, and the idea of Bucky bleaching his hair on a drunken night out with Curt and Bubbles has haunted me since <- published as well
There might be more? But these are the only ones I can remember off the top of my head right now that are plotted out beyond oh that'd be a good fic. I have a lot of time spent sitting and waiting right now, so I have the ability to write a multitude of fics. I'm happy to talk about any of these fics if you want to come into my inbox or my messages.
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Bagginshield-tober / Day 4 / Company
Hey folks! Here's my offering for day four of the lovely @smolestboop's "Bagginshield-tober" prompt list 💛
You can also find these little snippets compiled into one fic on AO3
*Warnings for nightmares and light trauma symptoms.*
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It took a lot to break the will of Thorin Oakenshield.
The madness of his grandfather had not broken him. The dragon and destruction of his home had not broken him. The years of wandering and starvation, and leading a grieving and desolate people had not broken him. Not even the death of his younger brother, nor the loss of his father had broken him.
Immovable. Headstrong. Unyielding.
His mother had often called him pig-headed, though with the love and fondness that came from one who knew it would be the source of great strength for him over the years. His sister had called him muleish, though with more exasperation than their mother ever had. Strong-willed, Balin had told him, kindly, and with great sadness before he had left to head back West with Bilbo.
Bilbo.
Nothing had ever swayed Thorin from a decision he had made, no one could talk him out of a course of action that he had become set upon. He would always plant his feet and stand firm, determined and unwavering in the face of all things… save for one small Hobbit.
“No… no, please… don’t…”
Sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, and hands in his hair, Thorin could only listen to the quiet cries of his dearest friend and greatest love from the room next door. It was agony to feel so useless, to be so close, and yet unable to do anything. He had promised himself he would give Bilbo the space he needed to deal with his trauma, knowing full well it had come at Thorin’s own hands in the first place. He shook with the silent desperation of wanting to make this right, of needing to offer comfort, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He shouldn’t.
It might even make things worse, he tried to reason with himself, as another small whimper sliced through his already broken heart. For Bilbo to dream so fearfully of what had passed between them on top of the ramparts, Thorin deep in his madness, twisted by the lure of the Arkenstone. It would be cruel for him to awaken to the face of his aggressor, who so haunted his nights. He would wake soon, anyway. He always woke himself, then settled fairly quickly afterwards. All Thorin had to do was wait…
“Thorin!”
At the terrified cry of his own name, he could not help himself. He was on his feet and through Bilbo’s door before he even registered what he had done, and the Hobbit was awake, his eyes wide and fearful and hurt, and Thorin knew he had made a mistake, but he had been seen now, he was here, and what was he to do…?
“Thorin,” Bilbo said again, looking right at him with the fear melting away to be replaced by something akin to relief. His hair was a mess, sticking out wildly in all directions, his sheets rucked up, and one of his pillows had fallen to the floor beside his bed from where he had been shifting about so restlessly. Thorin saw all this, but it was eclipsed by Bilbo reaching out a small, shaking hand to him, and speaking with a tremor in his voice. “Please?”
Again, Thorin moved on impulse, unable to ignore such a plea. He walked quickly to Bilbo’s bedside and took the outstretched hand as gently as he could. Bilbo grasped him with both hands then, and pressed his knuckles to his forehead in an oddly reverent manner.
“You’re real,” he whispered, almost to himself. “You’re alive, and you’re here.”
“You… you feared me dead?”
Bilbo didn’t look at him, didn’t move even a muscle save from the trembling of his small frame. “I dream of it all the time. That I was too late to warn you on Ravenhill, that I stayed to argue with Gandalf instead of immediately coming to find you. I dream that… that Fili and Kili… that they died horrifically and senselessly, and that you… you were… on the ice, bleeding to death, and I could do nothing but hold your hand and watch. It… it feels so real, Thorin. I am so afraid that I will wake and it will all be real, and you won’t be here.”
Thorin could hardly believe what he was hearing, even as the words came tumbling out of the still shaking Hobbit like a shameful confession. He knelt, very slowly so as not to startle Bilbo, clasping his other, much larger hand over the two small ones still holding onto him tightly, as if afraid he would vanish otherwise.
He wanted to ask if Bilbo truly meant what he said, if it was not Thorin’s rage and threats at the gates that caused him to cry out in the darkness with fear, but he already knew the answer. Bilbo was not a liar, and even if he stretched the truth occasionally, there was no way even his quick tongue could have fabricated such sorrow and heartbreak in such a manner. It was so earnest and true, there could be no questioning the sincerity of his words.
All this time Thorin had stayed away, thinking his presence would only make things worse, when in fact proof of his life and continued existence was what would bring the Hobbit comfort most. He felt like a prize fool for not asking, simply asking, too stuck in his own guilt to offer what aid he could.
“I could stay, if you would like?” he offered quietly, then shrank back a little as Bilbo looked up in surprise. “Only if you would like me to. I could fetch a chair and sit by the bed until you fall asleep?”
“Oh,” said Bilbo, still wide eyed, though his face a little darker from the blush that would be staining his cheeks. “Well, I would feel terrible making you sit up so that I might rest…”
“We both know I’m not sleeping, anyway,” Thorin brushed this concern aside with a wry smile, immediately feeling better for acknowledging their shared troubles. “If you would like my company, I would be more than willing to stay.”
Bilbo fidgeted a little, then released Thorin’s hands slowly. For a moment the dwarf thought he was about to be told no, that he had misread the situation after all, and was perhaps over-stepping some kind of personal boundaries, until Bilbo scooted across the bed and patted the mattress beside himself in invitation.
“I’ll not have you in a chair all night, but perhaps we might both sleep a little better for some company?”
It took a lot to break the will of Thorin Oakenshield, but in this instance, he found no will to be broken - only a relieved acceptance, as he passed the night beside the one he loved, and they both found a little peace.
#bagginshield#the hobbit#bilbo baggins#thorin oakenshield#bagginshieldtober#bagginshield-tober#cw: trauma mention#fluffy#hurt/comfort#co-sleeping#slice of life#reshirement#conkers-theficwriter#mild angst#stealing moments moments away
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