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psychedelic-ink · 11 months

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pairing: joel miller x webcam model!f!reader

genre: no outbreak AU, explicit smut, minors dni

word count: 9k

summary: Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

warnings: joel is bi in this, sex toys, paddles, nipple clamps, pillow humping, self-spanking, female/male masturbation, piv, dirty talking, possesive!joel, cum eating, oral (female receiving), size kink

additional warning: alright so there is a short moment in this where reader smacks herself with a paddle that has a heart-shaped hole and gets a heart mark on her skin, I don't use any descriptions (like calling it red or pink etc) but I'm also not oblivious enough to think everyone would get a mark when getting spanked so I wanted to let you know in case that would put you off and wouldn't want to read and that's completely fine!

a/n: this definitely ended up being longer then it needed it to be bfgbfg I want to take the anon who requested this, and the rest of you who chimed in and voted on the polls. I hope you all enjoy 💜 oh, also a special thanks to @missredherring who gave the idea of a more in-depth reason as to why Joel likes honeysuckle flowers 👀

edit!!! this has more than one part now! click here for the masterlist

Joel was lonely.

He hadn’t really thought about it until Sarah went off to college.

Since the day she was born, he had one thing and one thing on his mind only—to give his little girl everything that he could and make her happy. The rest didn’t concern him. He didn’t really care about dating, he didn’t have the time to think about how lonely he was. He had been on a couple of dates, all of which were initiated by Sarah as she entered her teenage years, pleading with him to go out and have a life.

But now that she was gone, studying what she always wanted to study and being happy, the emptiness began to spread like a nasty infection. Every creak and groan of the house sounded like mockery to him. He started keeping the TV open all night, most of the time falling asleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night startled by sudden shouts from a randomly playing film or show. He hated it. This wasn’t how Joel imagined his golden years to be like.

Maybe that’s why he decided to use the damn website. Ravish. He’d heard it from Tommy first —which was an uncomfortable conversation as one could imagine— and after that, he kept on hearing the name.

Ravish

It was like a shitty pop song, stuck between his teeth like toffee, impossible to get rid of. The name made a home in his brain, making its presence known whenever he was doing anything, no matter how mundane the task was.

Ultimately, he gave in. What was the worst that could happen?

Joel groans. He stares at the screen with his brows drawn tightly together, the text cursor blinking as it waits for him to type out a username. It’s been almost ten minutes. A brief thought of asking Tommy passes through his mind but he quickly pushes the thought away and leans over the keyboard.

JMiller. That should be alright. He doesn’t need anything fancy, and J can be any name. It can be Jack, Jacob, Jonathan, John, Jeremy. There are a bunch. Besides, Miller is a pretty common last name, so if someone asks if he's JMiller, he can just deny it. Not that anyone would. Everyone would be too busy jerking off to pretty people. The last thought anyone would have would be of him.

He quickly decides on his password and he’s immediately overwhelmed. There are too many things happening at once. His eyes widen, heart beating a bit too fast as he moves his mouse around. In the corner, there’s a little pop-up begging for his attention, and on the screen, there are multiple thumbnails of women and men. When he drags his mouse over a thumbnail it starts moving and he jumps.

“Holy hell,” he mutters. “I’m in way over my head.”

Joel gets up to pour himself a glass of whiskey. After that, he sits on the couch again and takes three deep breaths. The ice clicks together as he takes a swig, the amber liquid pleasantly burning as it goes down his throat. He looks around some more, looking for the profiles that pique his interest the most.

While he scrolls, he sees one of a man with the username NicolasCageFreak, which he finds odd, but the man is pleasing to the eye with soft brown curls and natural honey highlights in between. The man has a small bullet vibrator pressed against his hard length, a cock ring at the base of it. Joel presses like and saves it for later.

Joel has to remind himself a couple of times that the people who stream can’t actually see him. The more he scrolls the more relaxed he feels. There’s a woman with pretty green eyes he saves for later and another man with the username CammingBravo. He has his face hidden, Joel can see the red ribbon circling the back of his head as he bends over, granting the viewers a delicious sight of his ass that has a shiny buttplug.

Liked! Added to your queue for later.

Until now Joel was fairly certain he was straight, sometimes he’d get the occasional same-sex dream but he figured everyone did at some point in their lives. He’s not so sure anymore.

Some more scrolling and Joel starts getting restless. His cock strains against his sweatpants, aching for his rough touch. He takes a deep breath. The next live stream he sees that he likes he’ll click and that will be that. He’s starting to get worked up and, unlike NicolasCageFreak, he’s not a fan of edging himself.

Then he sees her. A woman wearing a delicate chain vest with rhinestones that sparkle whenever she moves. His eyes flit to the username; Honeysuckle. He loves that flower, he has many memories of picking them with Tommy and sucking the sweet nectar hidden inside. He wonders if she tastes just as sweet.

Not one to break a promise to himself, Joel clicks on the thumbnail. His eyes are instantly drawn to the live chat. There are so many people asking her to do something all at once—Jesus Christ. There are also a couple of them just chatting as if they were friends with her. He sees that everyone calls her Honey, which is fitting and a bit on the nose, he thinks.

Noticing that he has the stream muted, Joel unmutes it, a pleasant tingle running down his spine as soon as her voice comes through the speakers of his laptop.

“Wow, Eric47 I’m so happy you got that promotion!”

“Don’t worry everyone, I’ve been thinking naughty thoughts all day and I’m ready to put on a show.”

“Patience everyone.”

“Thank you for buying a private chat, SarahBelieves! I can’t wait to be your good girl. . .”

Joel is too focused on her tone, the smooth lilt of her voice, to hear the words she’s saying. The only thing his ears pick up on is the words private and chat. He wasn’t aware you could buy some extra time with the streamers. He loves that—

He shakes his head. Loves? Is he already planning on paying? At the thought, his cock twitches with interest, his reserve quickly crumbling to the floor.

Joel decides to focus on the stream first. He can decide later on if he wants a private session or not. He cups himself through the soft fabric of his sweatpants, groaning as a spike of relief shoots through him. His eyes are glued to the screen. Honey’s hard nipples poke through the chains, her hands delicately kneading the tender mounds as she rises slightly by lifting herself onto her knees. She’s on a bed, wearing black panties and a matching garter. Joel’s mouth waters. The things he would do to her. . .

His tongue pokes from between his lips, soft tendon moving with muscle memory as he thinks of eating her sweet cunt out.

“Today my sweet bees,” she addresses them. “I was thinking of fucking myself with the biggest dildo I’ve got, how does that sound?”

Joel’s eyes drift to the chat. Everyone seems to be cheering and asking her to show them how much she can take. There’s also a bunch of them calling her their favorite size queen. She chuckles.

“I love all dicks, in any shape or form,” she purrs. “I’m just in the mood for a bit of pain.”

Pain. That captures Joel’s attention. It makes him curious about all the other things she might be into. Perhaps she enjoys getting spanked, or she would enjoy the feeling of someone dragging their nails down her pretty back. He wants to know. He wants his imaginary scenarios to be as accurate as possible.

He’s about to pull out his cock when he hears her voice again.

“I do have one question though,” she says innocently. “Should I keep these pretty black panties on or off?” she grins into the camera, her eyes shining with mirth. “Let’s see those answers, my bees.”

What do you want? Joel wants to ask. But this isn’t that kind of scenario so he thinks. The answers come flying in, there’s a fifty-fifty ratio. Joel’s mind blanks for a moment, the corners of his lips twitching. He wants her to keep them on. He likes the idea of her sliding them to the side and fucking herself deep, it feels more animalistic, more raw. He enjoys the idea of claiming someone, a curiosity he hasn’t yet fully explored yet.

He types exactly that. His wording and grammar a bit too neat compared to the rest, but he gives Honey his answer. He wants her to keep it on. Maybe play with herself some more until the fabric is basically see-through, then she can fuck herself with the biggest cock she’s got.

Joel watches intently as her eyes go over the live chat, there are so many answers coming in, he doubts she’ll see his comment. Still, he likes to believe she’ll see it.

Honey’s eyes still briefly, hunger swirling in them as a canine sinks into her bottom lip. Her smile is bashful and shy, much different than the character she’s playing. Her eyes move back to the camera. Joel watches her breasts as her chest heaves, nipples grazing against the cool metal.

“Well, well, JMiller. . . you certainly have a mouth on you,” she tuts and Joel’s eyes go wide. The satisfaction he feels leads to goosebumps coursing over his burning skin, being noticed. . . it’s surprisingly thrilling. “Are you new? I haven’t seen your handle before.”

Joel swallows, his hands shaking as he types in a quick “yea”, Honey smiles, “Welcome to the hive then, baby. Keep the comments up,” she sighs, cupping both her tits. “I love a man who knows how to dirty talk.”

A knot forms in his throat, his skin tight. He wasn’t expecting to be this affected. Now he understands why so many people enjoy live streams. They don’t see you, not actually, but still, it almost fills the void. Almost. He’s excited now, eager to type in more of his thoughts, eager to hear her answer him. Joel pulls out his cock, the waistband of his sweats hugging his thighs. He gives himself a firm tug, his spine straightening at the burn gathering in his lower stomach. It feels fucking good.

“Since it’s J’s first time, and because he got me all hot and bothered, why not leave the panties on for this time?” Honey says. Joel observes the chat, there are a lot of congratulatory messages addressed to him, welcoming him. He doesn’t care. “You want to see these panties soaked, huh? You guys know how much I love making a mess.”

Honey shimmies back, revealing more of her bare legs. She spreads them for the camera, the soft sound of delicate metal filling the air whenever she moves. Her fingers start to move lazily over her clothed clit, her head falls. Joel can see a subtle dark patch growing, his own hand starting to move slowly up and down his throbbing cock. A drop of precum dribbles down, easing the glide of his rough palm. She doesn’t look at the chat as frequently as she did before, too focused on her pleasure. Her glossy lips part and her eyes scrunch up. Her moans are loud and breathy, signs that she lives alone.

Joel doesn’t think as he fists himself. Normally when watching porn he would think; he would think of a scenario, or what he would be doing differently, or the things he would want to do. This is different. He’s just watching, inhaling what’s being given to him. He sucks a sharp breath, his hand moving faster, the side of his fist smacking against his pelvis, dark curls damp under his palm.

“Fuck,” Honey moans, eyes peering toward the screen. Her fingers move faster, her hips grinding to meet the graze of her palm. Joel groans, his eyes rolling back into his skull. “I think I’m going to come,” he breathes out. “Should I?”

Joel doesn’t bother with typing until he hears his alias.

“JMiller, since you’re new the decision is yours. Should I? P-Please answer,” she sounds desperate, her hips rutting the air as she presses her fingers hard against her clit. “O-Or do you want me to come on your cock?”

Joel’s hips stutter, filling the tightness of his fist, “Fuckin’ hell.”

With sticky fingers he types his answer, telling her that she should come with his cock deep inside her. Joel also adds that he wants to hear her, telling her to be loud.

“O-Okay,” she whines, almost tearful as she reaches to grab her dildo off-screen. Joel can’t help the grin that makes its way across his face. He types again, telling her not to cry and that she’ll be coming soon enough. When he presses enter, he notices that his name is highlighted in dark orange. “You’re kind of an asshole,” she answers playfully. “I like that.”

You're the buzzing heartbeat of Honeysuckle’s live stream! You are picked by the streamer as the treasured Drone Bee, your unwavering loyalty and vibrant energy create an electrifying atmosphere. Your presence is a key ingredient in making the honey even sweeter!

A growl echoes in his throat when Honey shows the camera the dildo she had picked out. She wasn’t kidding when she said it was her biggest. It’s bigger than his own dick, and Joel is by no means a small man. He squeezes his cock and looks down, with a sudden need growing in his chest, he purses his lips and lets a long trail of saliva drip between his lips. He shudders when it reaches the head of his cock. He swipes his palm over it and continues to stroke himself, he wants to come.

He wants them to come at the same time.

Honey pushes the dildo in slowly, giving her viewers a clear sight of what’s happening. The toy stretches her wide, the ache of it pulling a gasp from her pretty lips. Joel breathes heavily, his nostrils flaring as his hand speeds up.

Oh, how he would love to be the one fucking slowly into her, to hear those little gasps coming from her in person rather than his shitty speakers. He holds his breath. It’s buried fully inside of her now. She slowly looks down, her eyes looking directly into the camera.

“I hope the view down there is good,” she says with a smirk. Joel doesn’t type anything. He focuses on the way his cock drools for her, aches to be buried in her cunt. Honey pulls out the toy until it’s only the tip that’s inside and then shoves it all in one smooth thrust. She cries out, her voice unfiltered. Joel’s stomach jumps at the sound, his pupils dilating like a wolf seeing its prey for the first time.

She fucks herself hard, whimpering and crying out every time she fuck herself deep. Joel sees the way the plastic surface shines with her slick, he bets she tastes fucking sweet.

He knows she’s close when her thighs begin to shake—he also knows thanks to the live chat going completely berserk, cheering her on and telling her to squirt. Joel, despite her own release close enough that he can taste it, rolls his eyes.

“This one is for you JMiller,” she whimpers and Joel’s eyes go wide, his cock pulsing in his wet fist. “Hope you’re gonna fall down the edge with me, big guy.”

Joel doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until she’s coming—she does so with a loud moan, her cunt fluttering around the large cock. Her head falls back completely, giving a clear view of her heaving chest, nipples fully erect under the see-through armor.

His fall from grace is less pretty. He lets out a grunt, his hips fucking into his hand helplessly as come spurts from the slit, it’s almost painful. His heart beats aggressively while he tries hard to keep his focus on the screen, he doesn’t want to miss anything. Joel makes a mess of himself and his surroundings, the rug underneath his socked feet stained with his release.

Joel’s cock stops throbbing and with a pleased sigh, his shoulders drop.

“That felt fuckin’ goood,” he groans, staring blankly at the ongoing live stream. Vaguely he notices Honey pulling the toy out, an equally fucked out expression on her face. The live chat is still going wild, he manages to lean over and type in one last sentence before going offline.

Good girl.

Joel is a weak weak man.

Watching Honey quickly became a routine for him. She would start streaming around the same time he would come back from work and it was the perfect way to let off some steam. Tommy had asked if he checked out Ravish, to which Joel promptly said no. He didn’t need his baby brother making fun of him.

Besides, some primal part of him didn’t want Tommy to know about Honey. It’s an odd thought, he realizes, since she’s enjoyed by many many people. Still, he didn’t have an explanation for what he was feeling.

Once she had brought in a guest, and his body had immediately rejected it. He was ready to close the stream and head to the bathroom for a quick shower—however, he stopped when he noticed who the guest was; CammingBravo. Another streamer who had caught Joel’s attention when he was scrolling through the endless amount of entertainers for the first time. He watched Honey eat out his tight little asshole, then he watched Bravo fuck her senseless, making her soak the sheets.

Joel never came that hard in his life before— It was exhilarating. He tipped handsomely that night and Honey mentioned how JMiller was one of her best viewers. Bravo’s smile, which was surprisingly kind, was infectious.

He would be lying if he said his chest didn’t puff up a little.

And, of course, he ended up buying a private chat with her after that. He just had to. It would just be this one time, he told himself, just one hour without the live chat. Just him and her.

He turns on the laptop, already knowing that he’s kidding himself. There’s no way this will be a one-time thing. He’s too. . . smitten to leave it with one private chat.

Maybe he can limit himself to once a month. That seems reasonable.

The familiar website of Ravish loads and he clicks on the little gray person in the corner. He finds the section that’s titled “private chats” and clicks. Her username, Honeysuckle, pops up. On the screen, it says she’ll be with him shortly.

A minute later the screen goes black and her face comes into view. She’s wearing a pink see-through bra with strawberries on it, Honey’s smile is bright as she looks into the camera.

“Hi there J!” she greets him, his stomach warms at the sound of her voice. “This is your first time doing a live chat right?”

He nods absent-mindedly while typing. Honey reads his answer and gives him an empathetic look.

“Okay, so you don’t have to show your face—obviously—but if you want you can click the tiny microphone in the corner and talk to me directly. But if that’s also too much you can continue to type what you want me to do.”

Joel’s eyebrows raise. Talk to her. . . with his actual voice? The thought both excites and sends cold fear down his spine. What would he even say? What if she doesn’t like the sound of his voice?

“Are you there?” her voice comes through. “Is everything alright?”

His fingers tense and rigid, Joel types in the questions that swirl in his head. Luckily the questions sound cheeky without any tone indicators so Honey smiles, her eyes narrowing while her lips curl seductively.

“You can say anything you want, big boy,” she licks her lips. “And don’t worry about your voice, I’m yours for the hour. You might as well have the most shrill voice in the world, I would still tell you how sexy you sound.”

You always call me that. Why? . . . Also, it doesn’t make me feel any better when you say you’ll tell me how good I sound regardless but I get what you mean.

Joel aggressively chews the smooth inside of his cheek. Honey reads his messages, a grin stretching across her beautiful face, “Let’s just say streamer’s intuition,” she winks. “As for the other thing, I mean that you don’t need to worry. I doubt you have the most shrill voice in the world.” she thinks over her words before adding. “Of course, it’s up to you. If you don’t want to use voice chat that’s completely fine.”

Joel sighs, his curser hovering over the tiny microphone. Closing his eyes, he clicks.

“Can—Can you hear me?”

Her eyes sparkle.

“Crystal clear,” she answers with a wide smile. “You sound hot.”

She sounds genuinely impressed. Joel can’t help but chuckle with the shake of his head. “Don’t sound so surprised but thanks, I think?”

“Oh it’s definitely a compliment,” she says rolling her tongue. “Is there anything you want me to call you or should I just call you J?”

There’s a brief moment where he thinks of just telling her his name but he bites his tongue at the very last moment. His heart does a little jump when he answers, “You can call me. . . sir.”

“Understood, sir,” she repeats, her voice dripping with lust. A shudder crawls up his spine and he has to brace himself by holding his knees. “There is also a matter of safewords, I don’t do everything as I’m sure you don’t as well. Red is for stop, yellow is for slow down and green is for go. I think that’s the simplest one but if you want to use a different word I’m okay with that.”

Joel blinks before answering, “Uh, yeah sounds good.”

“Also the website doesn’t allow screen recordings—which I appreciate— so you can’t film these sessions in any way. I’m just letting you know because no one reads the terms of service and one client was very unhappy when he got a cease and desist.”

“I. . . okay, I wouldn’t even think of it.”

She smiles and Joel’s heart feels a bit lighter, “Good,” with the rules established, a sense of relaxation washed over both of them. “So, do you have anything planned for me?”

Joel clears his throat as a warning and her eyes glimmer with amusement.

“Sorry,” she breathes heavily. “Did you have anything planned for me, sir?”

“Would you laugh if I said no?”

“Sir, I would never laugh at you,” she pouts, brows turning upward. Momentarily she looks off screen and when her eyes find the lens again she smiles giddily. “Would you want me to show you the toys I think you’ll like?”

Joel smiles at how genuinely excited she sounds, it’s hard to remind himself that this is all an act and that this is her job. He wants this to be real. He wants her to actually be excited to show him all the things she wants him to use.

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he answers not missing the way her lips part with a soft gasp. “Show me what you got.”

Honey shows him a handful of her toys. She has a lot. Dildos of various sizes, vibrators, nipple clamps, kegel balls, anal plugs, anal beads, floggers, collars, paddles. . . she might as well have an entire sex shop in her room. Joel takes mental notes of all of them to use during their next sessions.

“Anything that you like, sir?”

“The paddle,” he murmurs, feeling a bit flustered now that they’re actually getting into it. “The one with the heart-shaped hole and. . . the nipple clamps—”

“The heart-shaped ones?”

Joel swallows thickly, “Y—Yeah.”

“No need to be shy, sir,” she grins. “It’s only you and me.” Honey picks out the toys Joel requested and raises an eyebrow while her gaze searches the pile. “So, no dildos? Or vibrators?”

“I . . . had somethin’ else in mind, if that’s alright.”

“Ohhhh, a mystery,” she purrs, winking into the camera. “I love it, sir.”

Honey is slow to rid herself of her bra, sliding one arm out and then the other before moving both hands to the back to unclasp herself free of the dainty fabric. Her chest nears the camera, giving him a full view of her fully erect nipples. Joel’s breathing grows heavier by the second. He can feel his cock stiffen, pleasure stirring in his gut. He quickly kicks off his shorts, leaving himself bare on the couch as he watches her secure the clamps over each nipple. She lets out a tiny sigh of bliss, pulling her arms back and planting her palms firmly against the mattress, she shows her newly decorated nipples.

Joel groans and wraps his hand around his cock. She does a little wiggle, the soft sound of bells making his cock twitch.

“Are you touching yourself, sir?”

“Yea.”

“Good, I want to hear you get off,” she quickly adds. “Sir.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweet thing,” his eyes flutter closed as his fist moves down, and he opens them back up after giving himself a firm squeeze. “Turn around,” he grunts. “And don’t forget the paddle.”

She does as she’s told, which in return gives Joel an immense sense of control and satisfaction. Precome drips down his length, he uses it to lube himself further, paying extra attention to be loud for her. Just like she wanted.

His eyes follow the movement of the paddle, she drags it over the right cheek of her ass, caressing her skin. Her panties disappear between the crease of her gorgeous ass, leaving little to the imagination. “Is this okay, sir?” she asks, her voice thick. “Am I being a good girl?”

Goosebumps rise over his skin. He’d called her, wrote to her, good girl after every stream—his smirk is laced with something dark when he realizes that she must’ve enjoyed it.

“You’re being very good,” he answers. “Now hit yourself with it, I want to see a heart tattooed on that pretty flesh of yours.”

“Southern man into branding, why am I not surprised?” she purrs and lifts her ass closer the camera. “You like seeing your pretty girl all marked up by her owner?”

Fuck.

“Don’t get full of yourself,” he orders, adding a bit more venomous tone to his voice. Honey stills, and briefly Joel worries he’d overstep. He stops breathing, not wanting to miss even the smallest hint of the safeword.

But then she shudders, hitting herself lightly with the paddle. “How’s this, sir?” she says, her lilt indicating that she’s highly aware it isn’t enough.

“Harder.”

She spanks herself harder, her body jolting. Joel can hear the bells. He circles the head of his cock with the pad of his thumb, groaning as he makes himself more comfortable on the couch.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think you’re listenin’,” he inhales slowly, enjoying the way her muscles tense. “I want to see those hearts on your skin. I thought this was supposed to be a show.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

He loves how breathy her voice has gotten. Heat licks the base of his spine, his cock begging for release.

She raises the paddle, smacking her plump meat much harder than before. Her asscheek ripples and Joel can finally see a faint trace of a shape. But it’s not clear enough to be a decent heart. “Again,” he orders.

It takes about six to nine times before the heart takes shape on her skin. She’s whimpering, tremors moving up and down her body as she fights the urge to collapse. She loves seeing his mark there, she might’ve placed herself, but it was his doing and he revels in it.

“Good,” he says, swallowing thickly. “Good fuckin’ girl. Lookin’ so pretty for me.”

“S-Sir,” she mutters. Joel doesn’t know what to expect until her hand comes between her legs, sliding the thin line of her panties to the side. Her cunt is a sopping mess. Joel leans further towards the screen, his tongue licking the roof of his mouth. “Do you see how wet I am? P-Please, I want to come—Can I, sir?”

“Fuck, ‘course you can,” his neck feels warm, burning almost. “Turn around, grab one of them pillows behind you.”

“P-Pillow?”

She sounds dazed, Joel almost feels bad for her, almost. “Yes sweetheart, pillow,” he coos. “I want you to grind that pretty cunt against it. . . honey.”

“Shit, say that again.”

“Honey,” he groans again, his hips thrusting into the air, burying himself deep into his fist. His voice drops further as he begins to chant, “Honey, honey, honey, honey—”

She visibly clenches at that, her entire body tight with arousal. With shaky hands, she brings the pillow between her thighs, straddling the soft cushion. Her head falls back as she gives it an experimental roll of her hips, Joel’s breath catches in his throat. She looks delectable. Her hands come up to her chest and tugs at the clamps, she jumps, a wanton moan echoing from the back of her throat.

“You’re so worked up aren’t you?” Joel continues as she grinds herself further down, leaving a wet, darkened patch behind. He’s preaching to the choir. His own arousal drooling over his knuckles. He closes his eyes, allowing his mouth to roam free. “Stuff three fingers in your mouth, want you to choke darlin’.”

With a whine, she nods and pushes three fingers between her lips. Joel smirks, “It ain’t nearly enough but at least you can get a feelin’ of how much my cock would stretch those pretty lips, honey,” he rasps. She shudders, her hips moving wildly over the pillow. “You love havin’ your mouth full don’t you?”

“Yesh, sur,” she moans around her own fingers, she move acutely, and with every jerk of her hips, Joel can see her throbbing clit. He’s teetering on the edge of his release, heat pools between his legs, his balls go tight.

“I’m gonna come, honey,” he groans, his tight shaking. “Come with me, show me how wet your get that pillow.”

With a hint of mischief in her eyes, she loudly gulps around her fingers, giving Joel a clear few of her cunt before rolling her hips down against the smooth surface. His eyes go wide and before his brain can register the coil snapping, he spills over his hand. Heavy strings of come dripping down his hard throbbing length. He makes a choked sound as he tries to breathe in and out at the same time. Honey pulls out her fingers from her mouth and grins, her hands drop in front of her and she bounces up and down, mimicking the way she would ride him.

The action manages to squeeze one last rope of come from him, his lungs collapse, his body burning. She comes right after, her thighs squeezing around each side of the pillow before gushing around it. Joel can see the shine as she continues to grind her hips.

“Show me,” he pants, his next words quickly shifting into a growl. “Show it to me.”

Licking her lips, Honey pulls the pillow from between her legs and shows it to him. His cock twitches with interest. “Wanna taste you,” he says without thinking.

“Sadly technology hasn’t improved that much yet,” she answers. “But I’ll tell you this much,” she leans in and flattens her tongue against the soaked fabric. Joel’s jaw tightens, his molars digging together painfully. She moans. “I taste sweet. Like honey.”

You hate visiting home.

You hate the heat, the crowd, staying at a home where you’re still treated like a child when you haven’t been one for a long long time. But you didn't really have a choice when your dad hurt his leg, which meant that you had to help around with the tiny bookshop your family owned. It was a miracle that it was still standing, but people did love their old, dusty bookshops. You had to admit, you enjoyed the aura of the place.

Your mom had asked you to bring over two coffees before coming in, she opened up shop early which you were grateful for. Now that you were home, you didn’t have the luxury to do as many private calls as you wanted to. You still streamed late at night, keeping silent, your audience didn’t mind. They thoroughly enjoyed the whispering and the “we can’t be caught” act. You only indulged in one private session, a session that you couldn’t bare letting go of.

JMiller.

You thought a lot about what his real name might be. Jacob, Jeff, Jeremy. . . none of them felt right. It was disappointing because you wanted to scream his name when you had your hand between your legs. But since you couldn’t decide on a name, you whimpered a string of sirs over and over again.

You eagerly counted down the hours until you could finally spend time with him. This was a funny thought on its own because you boasted about how professional you were. You kept things clear, not allowing for any miscommunication or—potentially—feelings. But there was just something about him that got your entire body yearning to hear his southern drawl. Maybe it was the nostalgia of it all. You did grow up in Austin after all. But still. It was odd how excited you got before going online.

You briefly mentioned you were going back home, you didn’t tell him where, obviously, but you did tell him that there could be scheduling issues. He understood.

Of course he did, he was perfect.

Pulling yourself away from your thoughts, you impatiently drum your foot against the clean marble floors. This line is insane. You let out a groan, sending your mother a quick text that it might take you a while. A second later your phone buzzes with a thumbs-up emoji from her. You sigh again as you shove the phone down your back pocket, you hate waiting, it gets you anxious and even though you don’t have a boss that will yell at you, you don’t enjoy being late.

Then, as if he popped out of the concrete like a weed, a man pushes himself between you and the other person that was waiting in line in front of you.

Your heart races, your eyebrows knitting together, no way in hell are you going to allow someone to cut in line.

“Hey,” you call out. The man ignores you and you tap his shoulder, he turns sharply, his eyes glaring daggers. “You can’t cut in line,” you say defensively. “You need to move to the back of the line.”

“Look lady I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about I was always here.”

“Ummmm, no you weren’t,” your chest heaves, heat rising to your cheeks. You don’t like confrontation—you’d do it, but you’d hate it. Your legs are already shaking slightly. “I’ve been staring at the pink paint stain on that guy’s shoulder for about half an hour so I know what I’m talking about.”

He rolls his eyes, an ugly snarl taking shape, “Just leave it. I ain’t gonna budge. I have places to be.”

“And the rest of us don’t?” you snort, eyebrows raised. He shrugs, makes a face, and turns his back to you once again. It takes you everything not to stomp your foot like an angry bull.

You’ve had enough. You’re tired of the assholes of the word, you don’t care if you’re not allowed into the coffee shop ever again. Puffing up your chest, you open your mouth wide, ready to give this rude stranger a piece of your unfiltered mind.

“You know what—”

“Is that any way to treat a lady, moonshine?”

You turn towards the source of the voice. It’s a man you’ve never seen before. He’s rugged looking, the salt and pepper in his beard endearing. He has a deep crease between his brows, his brown eyes dark as he stares down at the rude stranger. You take in the sight of his broad shoulders, thick neck—your heart does a little flip. You don’t know why but you’re drawn to the man, he has a nice voice.

The man, however, isn’t as pleased as you.

“What’s it to you? She your girlfriend?”

You’re not but you kinda wish you were.

“Get in the back of the line, I saw you cut in front of her.”

The tension in the air is thick enough that you can cut it with a knife. You hold your breath, your lungs starting to burn as electricity crackles between the two men. Finally the asshole caves and sighs, going to the back of the line. You let out the breath you’ve been holding, your shoulders sagging with relief right after.

“Thank you,” you say, your gaze finding the kind strangers. “I was right about to blow my lid before you stepped in.”

He doesn’t answer and just continues to stare at you. Worry builds in your spine. Why isn’t he saying anything? His softened gaze flits across your face, taking in every detail before looking away. He pushes his hands down his pockets, looking almost boyish with the way he drops his gaze to the floor.

“Don’t mention it,” he mutters.

You raise an eyebrow. His voice still sounds familiar. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you shove the thoughts of familiarity into the back of your head and grace him with a wide smile. He blushes profusely, eyes slightly going wide, he takes a sharp inhale.

“How about I pay for your coffee. . . or whatever you’re buying?” you ask.

“You don’t have—”

“I insist!” you chirp, glad that the line is finally moving. You extend your hand with enthusiasm, which he accepts a bit tentatively. Your smile never wavering, you tell him your name and an emotion akin to guilt washes over his eyes. He releases your hand, lips a tight, frigid line. “Is something wrong?” you ask. “You don’t like the name?”

“N–No, it ain’t that,” he shifts from one leg to the other. You nearly look down, curious to see how tightly his jeans hug his muscular thighs. “I’m. . . Joel.”

The world around you falls into a complete silence. Joel. Joel. Something electric and searing shoots up your spine, your lashes fluttering. Your heart starts beating a mile a minute but you’re not sure why. The only thing you do know is that this is a significant moment. An important moment.

Your rake your brain for answers.

Why?

Why is it important? What piece are you missing to complete the puzzle?

His lips break into a soft smile, he gestures towards the counter with his head. “We’re up.”

“O-Oh, yeah,” you swallow, barely able to pull your gaze away from him. “Sorry.”

You tell the kind barista your order and she writes it down on both your cups happily. The two of you move away from the line to wait for your drinks; a black coffee for your mom, a caramel macchiato for you, and an iced quad espresso for Joel. You raise an eyebrow.

“I have a long day comin’,” he says with a small smile. “And I didn’t do much sleepin’ last night.”

Your mind immediately flashes you memories of last night. Legs spread wide with two dildos stretching you, JMiller really enjoys it when you test your limits. Your pulse pounding in your skull, you look down. “Don’t I know it.”

“You had a late night too?” there’s a teasing lilt to his tone. Your stomach churns and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. It looks like he’s about to say something else but the barista calls your name and both of you head towards the counter. He takes his death juice with a grateful smile, his demeanor more relaxed compared to when you introduced yourself.

“Thank you, honey. I appreciate it.”

Oh shit.

Shit shit shit shit.

It is him.

JMiller—J stands for Joel.

Fuck.

“You. . .” you begin, panic raising in your voice. “You’re. . .”

He nods, “I think we both know why I didn’t sleep much last night,” he extends his hand again. “Huge fan by the way. You’re great and this is awkward as hell.”

“It is,” you whisper. Still, you take his hand. “It is.”

“You’ve never had someone come up to you on the street before?” he asks, curious. “I would assume you get recognized a lot.”

“Not as much as you would think,” a cruel, humorless burst of laughter drops from your lips. “People don’t exactly want their partners to know they’re watching me. But if they’re alone yeah. . . sometimes they’ll say hi.”

Or they’ll ask inappropriate questions and be weird about it but he doesn’t have to know that.

Now that he’s mentioned you bumping into others, you’re not sure why it felt like the end of the world before. You feel embarrassed, flustered even, two emotions that a client shouldn’t be making you feel.

“Well,” he breaks the silence, moving his jaw as he opens the door for you. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Technically you bought it.”

“Right. . .”

The two of you are out in the street now, staring at each other, contemplating what to say. He scratches the back of his head, then his fingers move to rub at his jaw. Arousal gathers between your thighs, it’s not your fault, now that you know that it’s him, your body acts accordingly.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?”

You still for a moment before answering, “Yeah.”

He turns and leaves, you do the same, only in the opposite direction.

After learning your name, Joel completely abandoned his rule of you calling him 'sir', making you moan his actual name as frequently as he could. His name stuck to your tongue. It might as well have been tattooed under your bottom lip. He was possessive in the way he asked, in some instances even begging for you to say it—and you fucking loved it. You loved this sick claim he had towards you now that you two had officially met. You loved how much more eager he was to see you make a sticky mess between your thighs. You love how cock dumb he made you feel without actually being there to fuck you himself.

He even started doing his version of online aftercare. Mostly he would just talk, tell you about every-day things as you came down from your high. Or he would murmur a song. You never asked if he was a musician, he had a nice voice.

It’s the beginning of the session and you’re getting ready. He says he enjoys watching the preparation you do for him so you decided to start streaming five minutes earlier, allowing him to watch. You really need him today. You had a rough day with an order mix-up, and your mom isn’t the best at dealing with mishaps. He clears his throat, which draws your attention to him.

“Is something wrong?” you ask.

“No no, everythin’ is fine, sweetheart. I just. . .” he sighs. “I want to ask somethin’.”

“Ask away.”

“Can we—Would you want to—” he groans in frustration and you start grinning. His frustrated pout is adorable. All you want to do is smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb and give him a kiss.

“Joel Miller,” you tease, not missing the way his breath catches in your throat. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Oh god, you hope your intuition is right. If it isn’t this call is about to get really awkward.

He flushes, eyes dropping as he nods.

“Is that okay?”

This is highly unprofessional, “More than okay. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

His grin is infectious.

“Good,” he lets out a breath then settles back against the couch. “Now show me those pretty tits, honey.”

You can’t believe you’re actually in JMiller’s, aka Joel’s, home.

The date had gone better than you expected. He was kind, charming, and chivalrous which were all qualities you haven’t seen for a while. Ever since you started streaming you hadn’t been on many dates and frankly, after a while, you purposefully avoided them. It just felt like asking for drama that you had no intention of dealing with. But Joel wasn’t like that. He could be blunt, a bit grumpy, yet also kind. He had taken you to one of his favorite pubs. Beers accompanied by the best jalapeno poppers you ever had equated to one of the finest dates you’ve ever had.

He was a contractor, had a daughter in college, and a younger brother. His mother and father had passed a long time ago and ever since Sarah left, he’d been feeling lonely. He’d admitted shyly that that was the reason why he signed up on Ravish. He wanted company.

You found it incredibly charming.

As soon as Joel closes the door behind you two, you fall into each other’s arms. He kisses you with fervor, tongue slipping between your lips as he breathes you in at the same time. You feel him everywhere. Large hands squeezing your hips, waist, breasts—it’s intoxicating. You moan wantonly into his mouth, your lids falling when he sucks your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like beer and you’re pretty sure you do too.

Joel pushes you up against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs while you continue to chase his lips with an insatiable need. You can’t bear to be separated from him, not even for a second. He drags his lips down your neck, mouthing at your jugular, sharp teeth nipping the sensitive flesh. Your hips jerk to meet his and with a growl, he pins you back to the wall.

“Don’t,” he grunts. “I’ve been waitin’ so long for this honey, so fuckin’ long.”

Your lips curl, a challenge lingering in your eyes, “Show me then, big boy. Show me how bad you want to fuck your slut.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, gripping your chin harshly and pulling you in for another kiss. Your teeth clink together, he pulls back just as quick, the muscle in his jaw twitches. “Fuck,” he breathes out again. “You have quite the mouth on you, darlin’.”

You have no recollection of how the two of you clamored upstairs, stripping one another in a lustful haze. The time you realize you’re naked is when you feel the cool air of the room caressing your burning skin, he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses down between your breasts, fingers eagerly working your nipples as he forces you to walk back until your back of your knees hit the bed and you fall.

Not wanting to give in so easily, you wrap your fingers around his heavy cock. It juts angrily between his legs, answering your touch by drooling all over your palm, slickening your movements. You jerk him until he’s fully hard, his breathing heavy as he rolls his hips to meet the tightness of your fist. He sinks his teeth into your neck, the pain that blossoms coaxes a moan from you, your own wetness growing between your legs.

“I knew you’d be fucking big,” you whisper, tongue toying with his earlobe. “So huge—makes me wonder if I can take it. . .”

“I’ve seen you take bigger,” he groans, hips stuttering. A whimper drops from your lips, you want him, you want to feel him inside, want to feel his come dripping out later. You feel thick fingers spreading your soaked folds, he drags down a middle finger between them, licking himself into your mouth as he draws circles around your aching clit. “So wet for me,” he rasps. “Gonna make a mess in you, honey.”

You gasp, “P-Please.”

He lines himself against your entrance, teasing you, stretching you subtly with the bulbous head of his cock. Your head falls back and your back arches into him. He draws a hard nipple between his lips, closing them as he sucks. Heat rushes all over your body, arousal thick on your tongue. You clutch the sheets. He smiles as he pushes in, filling you inch by inch with a lax jaw and a dazed gaze.

He stops and waits for you to adjust to him. Joel’s forehead drops against yours, dampness growing between the skin. You feel his breath fanning your face, so warm. There’s a hint of pain, the type that makes you flutter around him. He feels it too. The way you tighten against him, your body begging for more. He obliges. Pushing further and further until his hips are flushed against yours. His jaw is clenched tight, his breathing heavy.

“Fuck you feel so good,” he presses fleeting kisses all over your face. It’s ticklish and if all your senses wasn’t narrowed in between your legs, you would’ve giggled.

Your body jerks as he pulls back, the pleasure you feel is instant and overwhelming. You’ve missed the feeling of actual flesh inside of you. Joel snaps his hips forward, locking your breath in your throat, with a moment of desperation you wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. He fucks you in earnest. Every thrust desperate. Every thrust needy. He seems lost in you, whimpers, groans and grunts trembling in his throat and chest. You spread your legs wider, wanting more of him, wanting your cunt to take the shape of his cock.

“Harder—” you cry out. “Take it—Take what you want—”

Your arms fall limp, his body moving up and towering over yours. Joel grips your thighs tight before lifting them, he jackhammers into you, tugging and pulling at you like a brand new fucktoy. He splits you in half. The force of his movements making you scream. You don’t miss the way he grins wildly, dangerously. Something dark and haunting washing over his face.

Your eyes grow wide, your heart beating in your throat, making it hard to swallow. It happens all at once, you clench around him, arousal pouring between your legs in a way it never had before. The look, the cock, the man behind it all—everything combined pushing your mind into the deep stages of want and need. Your eyes roll back, your hands coming up to pinch your tight, tingling nipples. You sob his name, your voice hoarse as you beg him for more and more and more—

“W-Wait, darlin’ if you squeeze me like that I’ll—!”

A series of curses drops wildly and unintelligently from his lips. You feel him. The heat of his seed filling you to the brim, his cock throbs and twitches, spurting into you again and again. Your lips break into a satisfied smile. Instinctively, Joel pushes deeper, shoving your combined slick even deeper.

“Shit,” he says catching his breath. “I-I’m so fuckin’ sorry. I usually last. . . longer than that. I—”

You shush him and cup his cheek. You’re so pliant right now, floating happily in the air. You let out a sigh before willing your lips to move. Has talking always been this taxing?

“It’s okay Joel,” you slur your words, smiling lazily. “I take it as a compliment, that felt fucking good.”

“Yeah?” he sounds so innocent and hopeful that you can’t suppress your giggle. His eyes twinkle under the dimmed light. “Well, I’m glad you felt good, sweetheart but I’m not done yet.”

Your breath hitches when he pulls out, your brows furrow as a chill settles between your legs. You wanted him to stay inside longer. But you’re pleasantly surprised when he slides down your body, kissing every patch of skin before settling between your legs.

“Let’s see if you’re as sweet as you’ve been tellin’ me.”

He kisses your cunt, lips moving in tandem with your wet folds. He drags his tongue up between them, curling it as he takes himself into his mouth, tasting both of you at one. You go limp at the pressure of his tongue, your walls fluttering and squeezing for more. With a groan, he shoves his fingers, the wet sound makes your toes curl into the mattress. It’s like torture, a very pleasurable torture. You gasp when he pulls you flush against his face, the bridge of his nose bumping against your clit as he licks you clean.

Your build up is spontaneous. You feel it coming, the taste of your orgasm at the tip of your tongue. Joel curls his fingers, sucking your clit between his lips and gently nipping at it. You hips chases his mouth, his mustache chafing the tender skin. Your hands come to each side of his head, threading your trembling fingers through the soft locks, his fingers brush against an especially sensitive spot and you tug at his hair. His throat shakes with a groan. His eyes closing.

“Do it again,” he mutters. And you do. He starts moaning into your cunt, his hips, despite just spilling inside of you, rutting against the bed. Your nails bite into his scalp and he flicks his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The tension coiling in you finally snaps, your entire body locking up as you gush into his mouth. He gulps you down loudly, fingers still moving deep inside you. Your throat is dry as ou shout his name, hips stuttering helplessly, he pins you down with both hands, moving his head up and down as the fat strokes of his tongue becomes more wild.

When he’s finally done feasting, he pulls away with a wet mouth.

“Wow,” you murmur, curling into him when he lays beside you. “That was. . . wow.”

“You really had low expectations, huh?”

“Not low,” you grin. “But not that high either.”

“Well,” he says, guiding you so you’ll lay on his chest. “I’m glad to prove you wrong.”

You smile, heart fluttering.

“Me too.”

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valsdelulucorner · 1 month

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Belphie head cannons <3

Belphie is a very cuddly person with the right people. With Beel and you, he can easily just lean against you and fall asleep. With Lucifer however, he would rather wake up and be productive then lay against him.

I feel like belphie likes to do things with his hands like knitting and crocheting. Since he got locked in the attic, there wasn't anything interesting in there for him to do so he decided to teach himself knitting. He can now knit without looking so if he feels sleepy or is watching a movie with the others, he might just subconsciously start knitting.

If MC comes down as a singer, Belphie will probably love laying on your lap while you sing to him and play with his hair. He mostly loves listening to sing songs like "rises the moon" or "I don't want to set the world on fire" while he cuddles into your lap. He loves listening to you belt out songs like "my heart will go on" aswell but he prefers the softer songs he can fall asleep to

Will just fall limp against you randomly if he wants you to stay with him, if he wants you to carry him or if he's jealous. Your trying to leave bed to get ready? He's limp on top of you so you either have to stay in bed for the day of have one of his brothers remove him. He sees you talking with some other lowlife demon? Suddenly your holding him up and focusing on him now, not that scum you were talking to. He gets tired walking around and Beel isn't around? He's now nuzzling into your neck while you give him a piggyback ride, his tail wrapped around you both to make sure he doesn't fall off

Now I hate the fact that we just forgave belphie so easily after he literally killed us then tried to kill us again. Imagine MC was actually really weary around belphie for a few weeks/months after the incident and it was just eating belphie up inside seeing how scared we were of him

He kept trying to prove to MC that he got better and he wouldn't hurt them but sometimes it came off as to much and mammon stood in-between you both and took you away. It was only until he caught you in the observatory and decided to have a long conversation with you about everything. You saw how genuine he was in his apology so you guys made up and went on as friends

100% would share you with Beel. Cuddle piles, food runs, movie marathons, classes, he wouldn't mind Beel being there but he does like having one on one time with you without beel there

Your the only one he doesn't mind waking him up. He has and will again cuss out his brothers for waking him up (cough Lucifer cough). He might get annoyed initially but when he realizes its you, he will calm down and reach for you

He butts his head into you often, like how cats show their affection. He does it often while cuddling you, if you both are just laying in bed and talking about anything, he will gently butt his head into your jaw, side or neck and just act like nothing happened

Belphie does love cuddling you, that's pretty obvious but he also loves doing other things with you. He absolutely adores it when you listen to him nerd about the constellations and planets in devildom, gently holding your hand as he points to which one is which. He does love going on walks with you and stopping at shops that have crystals and little trinkets, buying matching things with you

Crystal and zodiac girly, need I say more

If you have scars from when he killed you, it breaks his heart every time he sees them once you guys start dating. While cuddling or even just sitting together, he will gently trace star protection spells over them, making sure they don't hurt or open up again

He finds it funny when your focused on something then he randomly brushes his fluffy tail across your face. Your annoyed and surprised face is just the cutest thing. If you go back to working, he will just curl up on your lap and wrap his tail around you, nuzzling his face into your neck while his tail keeps you close to him, making sure your safe in his embrace

Because he used to be infatuated with humans in his younger years, he likes to admire the way you age or the way you experience things differently to them. Your tastebuds, your hands, your skin, your hair, your eyes, everything is different to him but he loves that about you

He like to trace little spells into your skin when you both are cuddling in bed, he wants to make sure his starlight has the best of dreams while being held by him. After he makes sure all of his protection spells are in place, he will wrap his tail around you and let you spoon him, feeling safe in your arms

"will i see you in my dreams my dear?" "of course, my love"

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This was suggested by @cuddlybelphie, Thank you so much for the suggestion! This was such a fun write

Who should i do next?

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nichoswag · 9 months

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cuddling with &team

pairing: bf! &team x gn reader

warnings: cuddling, kisses, lots of fluff

song rec: sweet - cigarettes after sex

°•☆ kei

yudai likes holding you to his chest, your face pressed into his neck. he rubs your back and rests his head on the pillow above your head, pressing soft little kisses atop your crown.

"take a nap with me, hmm?"

°•☆ fuma

fuma cuddles you on his lap. you sit in his lap, facing forward as he holds your waist against his front. leans down every once in a while to press warm, gentle kisses against your neck.

"wanna watch tv? you can pick the show, darling."

°•☆ nicho

nicholas makes you to lay directly on top of him. when he wants to cuddle, he'll pull you so you're laying on top of him, head resting where his chest meets his collar. press kisses against his collarbone and he will meow like a cat.

"wah, that tickles! lemme just hold you, baby."

°•☆ euijoo

juju cuddles you in any way he can. one day it'll be him laying on your chest and holding your waist, and then next he'd want you to lay on him. changes cuddling methods based on who needs comfort.

"come closer, angel. you can use my arm as a pillow.

°•☆ yuma

yuma doesn't care how you cuddle, he just needs to be holding you. you could be laying on top of him, next to him, or even spooning but he has his arms wrapped around you at all times. he kisses your whole face to fluster you.

"sweetie, come here! i wanna hold you~"

°•☆ jo

jo lays partially on you. his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as his head lays on your chest. please play with his hair. will fall asleep like that but it's okay because he's your personal blanket.

"let me lay like this, ____. i wanna sleep here."

°•☆ harua

harua mainly cuddles you when you're tired, because he thinks you're the most cute like that. he also worries about you so he'll hug you to his chest until you can fall asleep. once you fall asleep, he'll secretly kiss your cheek.

"go to sleep, honey. you're tired."

°•☆ taki

with taki, it doesn't matter what way you cuddle because you will wake up in the most random positions imaginable. you've gone to sleep the little spoon and woken up to him directly on top of you, sprawled out like a spider. it's okay bcuz you luv him <3

"sorry for hitting you in the face while i was asleep, bubs. i could make up for it in cuddles?"

°•☆ maki

maki hugs you when you cuddle. whether you're facing towards him or away from him, he's clutching you tightly. his favorite way to cuddle is when you're facing him and your arms are wrapped around each other, both hugging. presses kisses to your face randomly.

" 'm tired, babe. wanna cuddle?"

©nichoswag | do not copy my work or repost onto any other platform.

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the-lost-eighth · 22 days

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Sanji x Reader oneshot

word count: 657

warnings: none ^_^

genre: fluff

A/N: I haven't written in forever, but I had to get this out of my head so i apologize if it's written poorly !! i tried my best. also he might be a tad OOC. song is what made me wanna write ⬇️

"I love you."

You were in the kitchen of the ship drinking with Sanji before he dropped this on you randomly. You stared at him with your mouth agape before letting out a soft chuckle, "Alright mate, that's enough drinks for you." as you reach for the bottle in front of him, you feel him firmly grip your wrist. "Y/N, I'm seri-serious." he said, hiccuping in between the word seeious. "I'm in love with you. you're special. You stand out, make me feel different. you're everything to me." Sanji brought his hand up to your face, cupping your cheek, "I want you all to myself. I want to wake up next to you every morning my dear. finding you was worth more than finding the all blue. you radiate the beauty of it already, it's like having the all blue by my side every day. You're–"

"Drunk. you're drunk and you're talking to talk Sanji. you've probably said this exact same shit to Nami or Robin. I'm not falling for your tricks, now let's get you some rest," you snap as you stand up, this time with his wrist in your hand as you head for his room. "Y/N, I'm not–"

"Sober is what you're not. Now c'mon, sleep." didn't seem like you'd hear him out any time soon. See, truth be told, you wanted his words to be true. you wanted the butterflies, and lingering touches, and sneaky glances to be worth it in the end, but you knew that Sanji was like this with every woman he met. nothing about you was special enough to change that. at least, that's how you saw things. he saw it differently though. you were-

"My secret ingredient." "I'm sorry?" you stopped on your path to his bedroom as you whipped your head around to make eye contact with the cook.

"You're my secret ingredient, the one piece of my life that I was missing. You're what completes my dish. I'd do anything to prove my love for you Y/N." You stared at him as he said this, feeling your face heat up. His eyes widened when he saw a tear make it way down your cheek, a small sniffle escaping your nose. "Why? Why me? Why not Robin, or Nami, why me of all people??" you choked out as more tears fell down your face. He quickly brought his hands up, wiping them away before cupping your cheeks, "You're perfect. You're sweet, gorgeous, smart, hilarious, you can cook really well, and I appreciate it deeply when you help me out in the kitchen, you're caring and generous, and insanely selfless. You risked your life to save someone you had just met, even when we all told you not to, you put their safety before your own and i admire that. your voice is soothing, your touch is calming, your laugh is like a drug, you always find some way to cheer me up but most importantly of all, you make me feel seen. you don't see me as a flirt, or just a cook, you see me as Sanji, and I love that about you. I love you, all of you, and I–" you cut him off by crashing your lips into his, bringing your hands to his shoulders as you hastily kiss him. he's caught off guard before transferring his hands from your face to your neck, kissing you back a lot more passionately than your rushed advances. you pull back for air and look at him softly, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "I love you too Sanji. so, so much." all he could do in response was give you a big stupid smile as he laughed and brought you into a tight embrace. the moment was so unreal he could've swore he was dreaming. but he wasn't, this was happening, you loved him back.

He had finally won in life.

The end :3

he's so 😩

#this is god awful #sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #oneshot #fanfic #:3 #thelosteighth #Spotify

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elvisalltheway101 · 6 months

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••••••Crimson and Clover•••••

Summary: Elvis deals with insomnia and it’s hard enough as it is. When he wakes up in the middle of the night randomly, he looks over at you. In all your glory and beaut. When his thoughts linger and wander, his body can’t help but react. Instead of disturbing your beauty sleep, he decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

Author’s note: I was supposed to write out a different thing and post it, “My Sweet Remedy,” but then I got a huge idea for this… don’t ask, what the hell does this gotta do with this song. And the title’s got nothing to do with it…don’t ask, because my answer will be too far intelligent for understanding. No actually because I cannot give you an answer, since my ass doesn’t even know.

Author ain’t go shut up yet: Also, this is my second time writing smut…so cut my ass so slack or better yet, gimme some ass cuz your girl has nothing but a flat board- This is definitely a little different than what I had in mind but enjoy anyway! Oh! And keep in mind, I’m imagining Vegas Elvis in this and this is 2nd-ish point of view!

warnings: masturbation (elvis doing this), dirty thoughts.

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Elvis lets out a soft groan, turning in the silky and red sheets of his king-sized bed and wakes up slowly. His eyes flicker up, squinting into the dark to adjust his vision. He can make out the side of where his baby darlin’, Pillow, lays. He’s called you “Pillow” since the day you both started dating, for two good reasons. The thickness of your body and the swells of every perfect curves you’ve got on that damn body of yours. And 2, because your heart was as soft as a damn feather. Uncalled for reason #3 was also because you were pretty damn ticklish and giggle.

Elvis reaches over with a grunt, stretching out his arm to switch on the light. The light switches on and he lets out a hiss as the sudden brightness shines onto you both. The light’s dim but bright enough to make out of everything. His eyes roam around the room, looking at the tv across from the bed and over to you.

His eyes can’t help but travel from your pretty little head, to your itty widdle feet that journeyed on, walking around to fulfill duties he gives you. But this night particularly, he really can’t help it. Can’t help the way his eyes watch your body, and hear your soft breaths you take every moment. You sleep so peacefully and quiet, but also deep.

Since your back is faced to him:

His eyes watch your long, thick hair splayed against the pillow your cute lil pink cheeks lay on. Your curls shine under the moonlight that peaks through the room’s curtains.

How it would be to hold and grip em while making sweet, sensual love to you.

His mind wanders, and he cant help the small smirk that comes upon his lips. His eye continue to travel lower, seeing your perfect shoulders, and down to your waist. You didn’t have an hourglass figure…or did you? The way you lay on your side, and your waist dips down, bringing your hipbones to stand curvy and mighty.

Oh, your hips.

Your love handles that he’d just love to grab while he ravishes into your sweet pussy.

Fucking hell, your pussy.

He clenched a fist and bites down hard on a knuckle, breathing in a sharp breath to keep a groan in.

Where can he start?

His eyes keep at the delicious swell of your ass. So plump and thick in all its glory. And only his imagination would have to work right now on your beautiful flower thats not far below your belly button.

Elvis can’t help the twitch in his pants. Hell, he didn’t even notice it til he finally got into his head. One of hands balling the sheets into one fist while he chews his knuckle on the other, and he only now realizes that he’s become painfully hard.

He takes his eyes off you to quickly and gruffly untie the strings of his pajama pants. When he lowers them, his eyes quickly dart back over to your ass. Oh, he’d love to just dip his tongue and press against your little pink hole that he sees whenever you arch your back. Only times he sees your second tight hole, was when he’d spank you for being a naughty girl or when he’d take you from behind. Lord, did he wanna bite your ass cheeks right now.

From all his shuffling, you start to wake up slightly. Letting out a hum and shifting onto your other side, now that’s the sight Elvis can stare at for the rest of his life.

Your soft hair that’s showered and lays almost a veil onto your calm and soft facial features. The sight of your perky and tender breasts that smoosh against eachother as you lay, and your legs crossed over the other.

He lets out a soft whimper, grabbing his cock with no hesitation. His length is stiff as stone, a pretty pink is his veiny shaft and his pretty tip that peeks under his foreskin, wags back and forth. When his thumb swipes across his tip, it already has his hips stuttering.

Seeing more than enough for his imagination to wander and work, he turns his gaze to his throbbing cock. His right tan hand bobs up and down on the poor “little” fellow in rhythm with his breathing. Elvis closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to keep his breathing steady.

How it would be to just fuck you senseless. Your tight hole swallowing him deep. Your- oh and then to have your pretty little ass hole hug his long fingers snug and perfectly.

He lets out a soft gasp, speeding up his hand on his cock. Precum dribbles from his pretty cock and he uses that as a lubricant. He bucks his hips into his fist, until his balls slap and bounce slightly to his pinky knuckle and back.

His mind continues to come up with ideas of what he would do to you once you both wake up in the morning. Then, he glances and turns his head back to see your face. Your pretty plush and plump lips, your long dark lashes that tickle and rest against your upper cheeks and again, the hair that smells as rose and strawberry cupcakes.

His fist tightens around his cock and he doesn’t care anymore. He doesn’t care if he wakes you up. Or even the damn neighbors. Not even if his mama or daddy can hear from next door. His tip off loads and drops more glistening and shiny arousal, and he twitches harshly in his hand.

How it would be to cum on that pretty little face of yours. To have your lips and fluttering, innocent and doe eyes that your long dark lashes shelter be coated with layers of his hot cum.

That does it for him, he lets out a high-pitched moan, taking both fists to squeeze both his shaft and his thumb to press firmly against his wet and sticky, hard tip. And his other hand to cup and squeeze his ballsacks.

He lets out a Yelp from how harsh he’s being to his own body, but his lower belly heaves and gets covered by his thick, warm ropes of white nectar. His hips stutter against the bed and he finally leans back.

He can already hear the stomping of his parents, and the groaning of you about to wake up…

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Hope you enjoyed! And May I add, I didn’t proofread this shit🫣

Tagging: @msamarican

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sunboki · 10 months

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NOT proofread. just wanted to indulge<3

comfort when rooming with best friends!changbin and chan include making breakfast together. whether you like it or not, thanks to changbin’s current (and long running) obsession with healthy eating, the dorm is always in a bustle in the mornings, air steaming with the scent of good food and music hummed over the mini alexa.

initially, waking up from his cooking was dreaded, especially on your few days off where you got the chance to sleep in. but after a while, you got used to it. used to being spoiled by yummy food and curly haired cutie—both chris and changbin—in the kitchen, that is.

occasionally, changbin would leave the living room exhausted and flop himself onto your bed, collectively scaring the shit out of you while cuddling up to your side, whining about how hard he worked while you sleepily run your hands through his messy locks, nodding and sympathizing with him as if he was a toddler. he loves every second of it.

in actuality, chris hadn’t joined changbin’s morning cooking till a few weeks ago. usually, he’d hit the gym early and end up coming back when changbin had already finished, but come recently he‘s been waking up around the same time—evident from the adorably squeaky laughter you’ll hear and playful arguments outside your door, bickering about a topic you couldn’t guess or giggling at their phones.

so on the days you get up during their kitchen fiasco, you’re quickly steered by hands on your hips or shoulders while the boys maneuver you around or beckon you to sit on one of the stools to “look pretty and be our encouragement.” chris’ words, not yours.

“yah! it says two cups!” the shorter man shouts despite being not even two feet away from his helper, pointing a finger while his friend measures the protein powder into a bowl.

“i put in two cups! right y/n?” chris raises his hands up, brows lifted innocently. the two turn to you, arms crossed over their chest expectantly.

“i saw two cups, binnie. either way, a little more protein won’t hurt, yeah?” you grin, watching the gears turn in his head from the comment while chris chokes a laugh on the side.

walking around the curve of the counter to stand beside you, changbin meets your eyes with a pout on his lips, deep brown eyes blinking up at you like a kicked puppy.

you run a daycare. you’re quite sure of it. one’s five, the one pouting in front of you is three.

“am i losing my muscles?” he whines, face screwed up in an exaggerated pouty face. you coo mockingly, reaching to pat his cheeks reassuringly while a smile takes over your features.

“nooo, never. ‘m just kidding binnie, you’re positively jacked my love,” you say, witnessing his ego being stroked in real time. chris gags somewhere in the background.

the twenty-three year old three year old lights up, giving you the biggest, most crushing hug ever from your place on the stool, basically bouncing with excitement.

to say his mood was fixed was an understatement. the man utterly sang with delight to every song after that (not like he didn’t before, just more dramatic now), randomly sneaking over to pull you into his arms a good six more times before they finished cooking—faces and clothing stained with ingredients all over.

and occasionally, very, very occasionally, you feel glad you woke up early to experience this, no matter how chaotic it is. even with changbin’s crushing hugs and chris’ tight lipped smile while he holds back the urge to vomit trying the smoothie changbin made for him, you feel glad.

it’s six in the morning, and while lots of people around campus are dead to the world, your dorm has never felt so alive.

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alaskasmemory · 6 months

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🍵Things that my dear Kento will do👔

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I really feel like he like birds, like parrots, the tiny and colorful ones, he also like to feed animals in his way back home or to work

Have his own recipe for bread and it’s delicious, but sometimes he will buy one because lack of time guys, our man is exhausted after a day of work

After he survived, he made a routine to do his skincare every morning and night by applying homemade aloevera cream on his burned body, he teached you how to do it too

Likes to read whispering, but also if you tell him to read for you he will drag his voice * weak ON MY knees * and do it immediately

His coffee is always delicious but after you tried it your head began to hurt, strong coffee for a strong man

He likes to sketch, I feel like he’ll be good at it, like imagine finding him at 3 am , when everyone is sleeping, on his chair sketching on a notebook with his legs crossed and a cup of tea (he likes to draw birds btw)

Mini gardening day on Sunday on his balcony

Feel like he will be a good neighbor, helping people here and there

He was insecure the second he realized he lost his left side by burning, he will try to hide it under a patch or a mask, but you’ll try to tell him that he’s as beautiful as always and you didn’t fell for his look but for his charming personality, I mean the first few times that you dated he always had a flower with him or even chocolate too, don’t talk about how he dragged your hand in his pocket with his or when he told you about the poetry books that he read and start reciting enchanting poems from them only for your ears , and even when he was exhausted from work he tried to bring smile on your lips and butterflies in your tummy

Very light sleeper and he will randomly wake up in the middle of the night, open his light and check on you

He wear long coats, like ughh(perfect) and on winter he will take you to long walks along the park at night when it’s snowing, he likes when your nose and your cheeks get red

A good kisser, they will be long and soft, he make sure to apply some lip balm on his lips at night so he will have them smooth

Have cold hands and his knuckles get red almost always, but he doesn’t usually wear gloves

His favorite place to kiss you after your lips is that high part of your cheek under your eye

He have some thick arms yk;)

There are times at night before you get to sleep, when he will get on top of you and start kissing your neck and ear and chest and recite you some of his favorite poems in your ear(goosebumps)

And I feel like Viva la Vida will be his song :)

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#jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #jjk nanami #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu nanami #gojo satoru #toji fushiguro #jjk megumi #yuji itadori #sukuna #jjk season 2 #jjk smut #jjk

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prttykittes · 5 months

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:3 anon

Hi! Sorry it’s been such a long time! But i had some MASSIVE drama in which ima be coping w rn by writing. Cause, I feel like i won’t recover from it.

some of these are actual messages that we sent.

You were lovely. The best thing that’s happened to me since that day. We talked and talked till we went to sleep. We always thought of each other. You, loved me. Not in the way you thought. You have a girlfriend. She’s right there, lying in bed sleeping as you talk with me. The day you told me you had feelings, I didn’t know how to respond. My whole body began to shake. I didn’t know what to do. My mind begins to wonder as i try to find hints from you. They were so obvious, I was just slow. Your poor girlfriend was never told of how you felt about me. I even told you multiple times that communication is key in any relationship. You try to explain how you feel, going through what you think about me. My mind goes blank as I myself don’t understand how im feeling. I tell you to go talk to your girlfriend immediately. To tell her what you told me. Everything eventually becomes ok. You begin to blame yourself. I felt bad because I felt like i could’ve done more. Yet everyone i ask, they said i did everything i could. I know i could’ve done more. We both try to distance ourselves for our own good but, every time we try to part we can never let go. Everyone has told me to block you. I can’t. You were everything. Every time, i try to forget. But, you were truly a lovely experience i can never forget. So you stop yourself everytime, hoping that we can talk comfortably again. you felt like maybe why you feel so bad is because you love me as a friend and, you’re scared thats going to happen is that you’re just going to get blocked then boom never get to speak again. its hard for you to keep thinking about it just randomly you go to bed, then you wake up and you wont see my name there anymore. like you got it though your head. what you did was your mistake, but its just thinking about the chance of waking up and it all going to be real then. it doesn’t help that the other mistakes you’ve done just come back as well. even the ones that you told your dad you were going to be fine and fix, but you never got to before he died. so you’re just trying your best to be normal again but its getting harder and harder. you’re afraid of losing someone you trust most and seems like they care. Our story is just like the song “Promise” by Laufey. This specific verse: “I’ve done the math. there’s no solution. we’ll never last. Why can’t I let go of this?”. The song perfectly explains our relationship. We know we should leave, but we can’t. We know that we’re fading apart but, we keep coming back. “No matter how long I resist temptation, I will always lose. It hurts to be something, It’s worse to be nothing with you.”

. I hope your doing well, :3 anon! <3 (nice to see u again! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡)

#kittytail #:3 anon #anon: :3 #hii :3 anon!! its so nice to see u again!! <3

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georgi-girl · 17 days

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BABBLE: Track 17

I know my sister like I know my own MIND,

You'll probably never FIND

Anyone as trusting or as KIND

I choose her happiness over MINE

Every TIME!

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(Authors note: Rose and the Platinum tribe belong to artstar1997. For this au, I’ve made changes to the Platinum tribe lore.)

Zodiac and Rose spent all day together, talking about themselves. Apparently, Rose had come through a portal that opened up near her camp site. That tracked, lots of portals had opened and closed randomly around town since the "incident".

Rose was happy to gush about the history of her world and the music-worshiping people in it. “There are many Troll species. And long ago, the six most numerous species lived together their settlements making a perfect circle.” She drew a ring of circles in the dirt, and pointed to each one. “Pop Rock Country Classic Techno Funk. And in the center of the circle was a special area reserved for children born of interbreeding. The country rock, the funky techno, the classic pop, etc. Over time these hybrids inter married so much they created their own species. The Platinum Trolls.”

“Platinum as in the metal or platinum as in the record award?”

Rose hesitated before answering. “… yes.”

Zodiac laughed. Laughing felt good. “So, is that your people?” They asked.

"Yeah. We're supposed to have the best aspects of all the other tribes. But it's been so long since we've even written a song."

“Have you met the other troll species?”

“Some of them. I don’t tell them who I am to avoid a fuss. But now, I don’t know if I see any of them again.”

Zodiac leaned back against a tree and said, “I… we know how that feels. We aren’t ourselves anymore. But we aren’t one person either. Maybe this is our punishment for almost destroying our world.”

“Let’s leave together.” Rose said. “I can look for other trolls and you can find a way to turn back into yourselves.”

They made arrangements. Printing out clones to go back to Piedmont and the the Gleefuls and the Corduroys and the Valintinos and the Northwest’s and even someone to go back to Abuelita and Melody.

At the very edge of Gravity Falls, they stood with Rose on their shoulder. The first step outside was the hardest, like literally walking through jello, but they made it, and they took another step, and more, and more steps. Until everything faded away behind them.

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Riley pulled away from Zodiac, something clinging to her hand.When her head cleared, she realized she was holding hands with a little boy who had brown curly hair, a sunburnt nose, and wearing a salmon pink t-shirt with a blue puffy vest and blue shorts, and a blue and white baseball cap. Holding his hand was a girl with long curly brown hair, wearing a hot pink sweater and a skirt. They both landed on the ground bellyflop style. Zodiac gasped and collapsed senseless. The old man ~ Fillbrick Pines Riley realized ~ got up and limped away.

The boy ~ Dipper Pines ~ was to first to wake up.

"Oh my GOd don't tell me we've fallen into a deeper depth of magic and madness where we've convinced ourselves we're each back to normal..." He bumped into a tree, then sat down examining his hands. "Or maybe I really am back to normal..."

He noticed the girl still laying in the snow and shook her awake.

"Hey Mabel,"

She sprang upright, revealing the stylized shooting star sewn onto her sweater.

"AHHH! What's happend? WHere are my powers? I forgot how to hambone!!!" Then she looked around. "Oh."

They looked around, Riley was staring at them dazed, Zodiac was sprawled out senseless on the ground, Kryptos was gone, Tone was gone, they were exposed to the cold and danger.

Mabel started freaking out again. Dipper took her hands and comforted her.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise, as long we’re together we”

He coughed mid-sentence, and a splatter of blood splashed onto Mabel’s sweater.

“Your…” that was as far as he got before collapsing in her lap.

Riley gasped at the scene before her. This was bad. They had to get shelter immediately.

She called Miguel and Species. They helped carry the children back to the clinic while Jack Frost helped carry Zodiac, who was actually glowing in their unconscious state.

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Zodiac paced back and forth in agitation,

“You know what? This is good this is perfect. Now they can go home and we can…”

“What? Aren’t the rest of you going to come out? Riley can just pull you apart.” Mabel said.

Riley looked at Zodiac, feeling uncomfortable, the memories still filling her mind.

“That man… was he…”

“A distraction. Nothing more. Probably just some artificial life form that creep created to mess with us. We’ll probably never see him, IT, again.”

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Pitch Black chose that moment out of all moments to make his entrance.

“Dear Jack. You’ll be glad to know I’m no longer going to scare children. I have found something much more fulfilling.”

He walked right over to Tone, took her hand, and kissed it. Tone cringed in discomfort.

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There is gunfire.

Species is afraid of guns.

Miguel tried to comfort him. He reached out his hand to touch his shoulder.

Species only registered that he was in danger! And someone was going to touch him! Instinctively, impulsively, he turned around and struck!

#crossover #fantribe #satisfied #lyrics #hamilton

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acrossthekwverse · 7 months

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"A day without Ferb Fletcher, delete a brother."

Written by K.w

The episode begins on a normal summer's day with Phineas & Ferb and their pet platypus sitting under their tree in their backyard. Suddenly, a time glitch happens, and Ferb disappears.

Phineas: "Ferb! Ferb!"

We see Phineas run into the house, similar to how Candace got upset in the episode "Last Day of Summer," hugging her mum.

Phineas: "Mum, have you seen Ferb?"

Mum: "Phineas, I’m sure it’s going to be okay, honey, but who’s Ferb?"

Phineas blinks and gets confused.

We zoom into Perry the Platypus in the backyard who’s sleeping on the grass near the tree. The beep of Perry’s watch goes off. Perry falls down the grass.

Major Monogram: "Good morning, Agent P! We’ve got a serious mission for you! Listen up, Agent."

Perry the Platypus keeps falling asleep.

Major Monogram: "Agent P, this is no sleeping matter."

Agent P wakes up.

Major Monogram: "It’s Doofenshmirtz again. This morning, Doofenshmirtz fired a strange inator from his building. We need you to get over there and find out what it is. There are random people disappearing in the tri-state area. Get over there, Agent P."

We hear Perry’s theme song.

Perry reaches Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. We get the classic jingle that says Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc.

Perry has landed on his jet pack outside of Doofenshmirtz's window and hears Doofenshmirtz's inator firing.

Doofenshmirtz has a trap set for Perry the Platypus. We hear Doofenshmirtz say, "Hello, I know you’re there, Perry the Platypus." A large rope is tied to Perry’s foot, dragging him hanging upside down in front of Doofenshmirtz.

Doofenshmirtz: "You know, that was kinda rude, Perry the Platypus. You could have just walked in."

Perry points at the traps Doofenshmirtz set.

Doofenshmirtz: "Oh, right."

Doofenshmirtz: "Well, Perry the Platypus, you’re probably wondering why you hear me firing my inator randomly across Danville, right?"

Doofenshmirtz: "Well, I’ll tell you. So, it never occurred to me before, why not shoot every sibling in the tri-state area, including my brother Roger, and take over the tri-state area."

Doofenshmirtz: "Don’t look at me that way, Perry the Platypus. To be honest, shooting other siblings' brothers is just an extra bit of extra evil. Haha. Anyway, behold, Perry the Platypus, my Make Siblings Disappear Inator. With one shot of this, I’ll make my brother Roger disappear like he never existed and rule the entire tri-state area! Hahaha."

We pan back to Phineas and Ferb’s backyard. We see how this affects Phineas that Ferb’s gone.

Phineas: "Ferb, where are you?" Sits by the tree, the boys make plans for their inventions.

Isabella walks in.

Phineas: "Hey, Phineas, what are you doing?"

She smiles at Phineas.

Phineas: "Hey, Isabella, I’m about to figure out how I’m going to find Ferb! He randomly disappeared, and I don’t know where he is. Maybe he used one of our inventions to teleport by mistake or something. That’s got to be the case."

Isabella: "Phineas, I’m sure it’s going to be okay. But who’s Ferb?"

Phineas: "Ferb’s my step-brother; we build everything together. Isabella, you know Ferb, so does Buford and Baljeet. Stop joking with me."

Buford, Baljeet: "Who?"

Phineas gets upset and runs out of the backyard. We have Phineas saying to himself.

Phineas: "How do I remember Ferb, and nobody else does?" We get this sad song sung by Phineas.

Today I’m walking down Danville, it doesn’t feel right,

There’s no Ferb by my side, in the day or night.

Everyone thinks Ferb doesn’t exist, it's a curious plight,

Every time I ask, heads nod, and I'm filled with fright.

Oh, where is my step-brother Ferb?

Someone pinch me, I think I’ve hopped into another dimension.

Ferb, oh Ferb, where did you go?

Invisible like a ghost, you've left me in woe.

Phineas is confused, his heart filled with dread,

Hoping you'll come back, wipe away tears he's shed.

Every corner of the town, I'm searching all around,

For my buddy Ferb, but he cannot be found.

Phineas is lost, his heart's filled with fears,

Hoping Ferb will reappear, wiping away his tears.

Oh, where is my step-brother Ferb?

Someone pinch me, I think I’ve hopped into another dimension.

Ferb, oh Ferb, where did you go?

Invisible like a ghost, you've left me in woe.

Phineas is confused, his heart filled with dread,

Hoping you'll come back, wipe away tears he's shed.

Did you venture to a world beyond our sight?

Or fade into the shadows, like the sun at night?

I'll keep on searching, through the day and night,

Hoping one day, you'll be back in my sight.

Ferb, oh Ferb, where did you go?

Invisible like a ghost, you've left me in woe.

Phineas is confused, his heart filled with dread,

Hoping you'll come back, wipe away tears he's shed.

Ferb, oh Ferb, wherever you may be,

Know that you are missed, come back to me.

Together we'll face this mystery, no more fears,

Phineas and Ferb, through laughter and tears.

We pan back to Doof where Doof is on the top of his building with Perry the Platypus still trapped.

Doof: "Well, the moment has come, Perry the Platypus, to delete my brother outta existence. Did I mention the inator only hits one sibling, and it’s always the younger sibling, or the step-brother or something to the other sibling? Ehh, I guess it doesn’t matter anyway, Perry the Platypus. Now to hit my younger brother Roger with my inator." And fire.

Perry comes outta nowhere, jumping on Doofenshmirtz.

Before Perry destroys the inator, we see him press the reverse button. Before Perry gets his hover jet and jumps onto it, driving it back to Phineas and Ferb’s backyard.

We hear Doof say, "Curse you, Perry the Platypus!" from his building!

Perry sees Phineas upset.

The inator reverses everything.

Phineas is crying over a pic of Ferb, remembering his memories with Ferb.

Ferb randomly appears.

Ferb: "Okay, what did I miss?"

Phineas: "Ferb!" (Phineas hugs Ferb.)

Ferb: "Was I just a ghost?"

Phineas: "Uh, yes, yes, you were."

Phineas: "Anyway, Ferb, I’m glad to have you back."

Phineas: "Oh, there you are, Perry. Look, Ferb’s back!"

Perry: "Grrr."

Phineas & Ferb’s Mum: "Who wants pie?"

Phineas: "Me, please."

We see Ferb walk into the house with Perry, and Phineas looks at the audience.

Phineas: "I have no idea what happened." (Blinks at the camera. Episode comes to an end.)

#phineas and ferb #dwampyverse #animation #disney fanfiction #fandom

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missduplicities · 1 year

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Chapter 57: Never gets old

Some things could never get old for Taehyung when it came to Eunha. He still felt a rush of excitement run through his body every time she walked into a room, and his heart would melt as soon as their eyes met. Eunha loved calling every night, especially now that, due to her incredible amount of work, they couldn’t see each other daily. They would stay on video calls until one fell asleep, sometimes even waking up together, still on call.

“Taehyung?” he heard her soft voice call his name. For a second, he thought he would open his eyes to find her beside him in bed. Instead, he saw her face on the dimly lit screen of his phone.

“Hi,” he said in a hoarse voice, still waking up.

“Hi,” she said back smiling. “You should get up, love. It’s getting late,”

He had forgotten to set the alarm again. The previous night, he had stayed up doing his homework while Eunha worked on a song she was producing.

“What are you doing today?” Taehyung asked, although he already knew she had to work.

“We’re doing some promotion shows for the artist Yoongi signed,” she sighed, feeling the same frustration as him of being pulled apart again. “It will take us all day,”

“Jimin and Hobi-hyung asked me to help them record a video with the trainees,” Taehyung said, finally getting off the bed. “The studio is gaining so much popularity after that video of Jimin went viral,”

“That’s great for them, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Though, at this pace, I’m going to need assistance recording and editing,”

“What about Tae-Jun?” Eunha didn’t get what Taehyung was insinuating.

“Tae-Jun?” he asked, clearly confused.

“Yeah, you could ask him to help you. It would be an opportunity for you guys to spend time together,”

“I think that’s the last thing he wants. He’d rather spent a night in jail than an evening with me,” he said. “Have you seen James, by the way?”

“Yeah, he brought us coffee to the studio yesterday,” Eunha said with a smile, walking out of her room, and taking him with her. “He’s living with a friend from his company, and he seems to be doing better,” “I’ll text him later,” Taehyung left the phone on the bed and proceeded to change his clothes, barely out of frame. Eunha pretended she didn’t see his topless back, changing the conversation as soon as he returned.

“Hey, did you hear that Jimin and Sooah are going away for the weekend?” she said.

“Yeah, he’s nervous about meeting her family,” Taehyung said as he put on a baseball cap he randomly picked from the floor. For some reason, that made Eunha even more nervous.

“He’ll meet my family, too,” Eunha said. “They’re throwing a party for Sooah’s mom at my place,”

“Oh,” Taehyung couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. “Maybe we should go, too,”

“Or… we could stay at your place all weekend,” Eunha said casually, avoiding meeting his eyes for a minute. “I heard Hoseok is also visiting his family. His sister’s wedding is very soon and he said she needed help. Jungkook will oversee the studio, and help Jin with the restaurant, right?”

He didn’t know how she found out all this, but it was more surprising how straightforward she was about wanting to come over. Something very instinctual was making his head dizzy, so he had trouble hearing what she started saying.

“…so I thought we could go. What do you think?

“Sorry?”

“I said there’s this art exhibition I thought you’d like. We can go and have a proper date for a change,”

“I’d love that,” he said before she could finish, making her smile. That was something else he had not gotten tired of, her smile. “I want to see you so bad,”

Eunha was caught up by the longing in his voice, blushing a little.

“Me too,” she sincerely said. She was getting more nervous at how he looked at her when she remembered they both had things to do. “You’ll be late for school if you don’t leave now,”

“I’ll go now,” Taehyung said, finally coming out of his room. “I love you,”

“I love you, too,” Eunha said, smiling back at him before ending the call.

“That was disgusting,” Tae-Jun said from the sofa, where he was playing video games. Taehyung wasn’t expecting to see him, he was sure he was the only one left in the apartment.

“Why are you not in school?”

“I don’t have classes today,” Tae-Jun said with his eyes still fixed on the TV.

“Are you staying at home all day?” he asked, kind of wishing he said no.

“Why? Did you have plans with your girlfriend?” he said in a teasing way. “I can use headphones, you know?”

“What about your practice?”

“I only have to work today,” Tae-Jun said, pausing his game and going to the kitchen for some cereal.

“Hobi-hyung asked me to record a new video for his dance studio,” Taehyung said. “You want to come?”

“You’re going to Hope Studio?” Tae-Jun tried his best not to sound too excited, failing incredibly.

“Yeah, you follow them? I make and edit the videos,” Taehyung said, rather proud. “Did you see Jimin going viral last week?”

“I have to work later…” Tae-Jun said, more to himself than to Taehyung.

“It’s not too far from the restaurant,” Taehyung said, taking his beanie and putting it on. “I could actually use some help,”

“Fine,” Tae-Jun sighed, finishing his bowl of cereal and leaving it on the counter. “I’ll go,”

Even though he was nervous, Taehyung was happy that his brother had finally agreed to spend some time with him. It wasn’t the ideal plan, but it was something.

It was a bit awkward at first, as they walked in silence to the subway station. Being a bit nervous, he decided to text Eunha.

Taehyung: What do I talk about with Tae-Jun?

Eunha: hi

Eunha: hmm I don’t know

Eunha: Ask him about his job?

“Are you liking your job?” Taehyung asked, making him startle a little since he wasn’t expecting his question.

“Uhm, it pays, so yeah?” the guy awkwardly said.

“Jinnie-hyung – I mean, Seokjin-ssi, he is really nice, isn’t he?”

“How come he is rich?” Tae-Jun bluntly asked. “Aren’t you about the same age?”

“No, he is much older than me,” Taehyung said, frowning a little. “He started working from a young age,”

“He’s got some massive shoulders,” Tae-Jun said out of nowhere, not adding anything else.

“Yeah, I guess,” Taehyung said, clearly confused.

“Do you think that’s genetic? Or does he work out?” Tae-Jun seriously asked. “My genes suck,”

“We have the same genes,”

“Exactly,” Jun gave him a side-eye look that made Taehyung a bit self-conscious. “I’m taller than most kids my age, but they’re stronger than me. I want to be Center when I debut. I want all eyes on me,”

This was the closest thing to a conversation they’d had, and Taehyung was a bit anxious about it ending and him not knowing what to talk about. They had been walking for a while now when Jun asked a random question.

“Why don’t you have a car?” Tae-Jun was actually curious, not trying to be rude or anything.

“Cars are expensive,” Taehyung said. “Besides, Jimin lets us use his and we pay gas,”

“Jungkook said he’s getting a motorcycle,” Jun pointed out.

“Yeah, which means I’ll get to use the car more,” Taehyung happily said. “Do you know how to drive?”

Tae-Jun nodded.

“Did Dad teach you?” Taehyung asked, not ready to end the conversation.

“No, Noona did,” Jun said. This time it was Taehyung who went silent. “Did Dad teach you?”

“No,” Taehyung said in a low voice. “He was always busy. Seokjin did. He needed all of us to learn so he wasn’t the only designated driver,”

“When I have money, I’m going to buy a car,” Tae-Jun promised himself out loud, making Taehyung smile a little. Once they got in the subway, the conversation was interrupted again, but Taehyung saw it as an opportunity to talk to his girlfriend.

Eunha: how is it going?

Taehyung: good, I think

Taehyung: Do you think my genes are bad?

Eunha: What?

Taehyung: My shoulders are not broad

Eunha: What is this about?

Eunha: Your shoulders are perfect

Eunha: They’re like my favorite place to sleep in

Eunha: Very comfortable

Eunha: And kissable

Taehyung blushed hard, even noticeable with his mask on. Tae-Jun looked at him, slightly grinning in an annoying way. When they finally got to their station, Taehyung let his brother know they had to get off and walk a couple of streets. As they walked in awkward silence again, Taehyung was looking for possible topics to talk about but was scared to trigger his brother’s anger with some stupid question.

“What was your girlfriend’s name?” Tae-Jun asked out of nowhere.

“Eunha,” Taehyung said with a silly smile on his face. “Seong Eunha. Why?”

Tae-Jun got out his phone and looked her up on Instagram, finding her profile very fast. He scrolled a bit, looking at pictures of her and her friends.

“She’s hot,” he bluntly said, succeeding at bothering his brother, who glanced at him.

“Stop that,” he warned him.

“What? It’s a compliment,” Jun laughed. “She is nice, too,”

“Look, we’re here,” Taehyung pushed him a little bit too hard as they reached the stairs of Hope Studio. Tae-Jun was smirking, clearly having fun messing with his brother. “I just need you to help me make sure the still camera is recording, and that it doesn’t get kicked or anything. I’ll make some handheld takes,”

“Wow, this place is cool!” Tae-Jun said, already going into one of the studios. “I’ve seen lots of pictures taken here,”

“Oh, my roommates!” Hoseok came to the lobby to greet them, wearing his baggy shirt and colorful shorts. “The kids are getting ready at Studio A, we can start setting up the cameras,”

“Sure,” Taehyung walked straight to the room, but Tae-Jun stayed a bit behind, looking at the place.

“I imagine it’s not as fancy as your company’s facilities,” Hoseok said, putting an arm around Jun’s shoulders. “But it’s home,” “It’s pretty cool,” he tried not to sound too excited, but his eyes couldn’t lie.

“You’re always welcome,” Hoseok said. “If you need a private place to practice or anything, just let me know,”

As they entered the studio, Jun was surprised to see that the kids Hoseok talked about were probably older than him or at least around his age. He felt a bit intimidated when they started dancing, which rarely happened since he considered himself to be the best in the company. However, this was not his company, and he was reminded that the competition was not only happening inside that building but in many others at the same time.

Taehyung asked for a few extra takes, so Jun got to see the dance a lot of times, wanting to go home to try to replicate it. Among the dancers, there was a girl who Tae-Jun thought danced pretty well. He tried not to stare for too long, but they actually exchanged looks a couple of times.

Once they finished recording, Hoseok asked them to stay to review some details about their upcoming events and practices. Taehyung asked his brother to help him make a backup of the videos before they left, so he went to the other studio to do so. While the files were transferred, Tae-Jun reviewed the dance and easily did it by himself. Pleased to know that he was still good enough to learn from sight, Tae-Jun went back to Studio A with his brother and roommate but bumped into the girl he saw earlier. She was with a couple of friends, a guy, and another girl.

“You’re from Crown Entertainment, aren’t you?” the guy asked him just as he was about to open the door. “You’re Kim Daniel,”

He couldn’t help but feel a bit proud about getting recognized, but he still wanted to look cool, so he simply looked back at them.

“Are you also trainees?” Tae-Jun asked.

“Yeah,” the guy said. “We’re with OMMO,”

“Cool,” he smiled. “Sorry, I don’t know your names,” “I’m Tae-Il,” the guy said. “This is Gaeul and Kyujin,”

The girls simply bowed to greet them, so he bowed back.

“Are Crown trainees also in the special trainee program at Hope Studio?” Kyujin, the girl he had seen dance, asked.

“The what?” Tae-Jun asked, genuinely confused.

“We’re preparing for debut,” the other girl said. “So our company made sure we’re learning from the best,”

“Cool,” he said again, scratching the back of his head, not really wanting to socialize.

“Are you Coach Jung’s intern?” Tae-Il asked.

“No, I’m his roommate,” Jun said, trying to impress them, though it backfired.

“So, you’re not living with your group?” Tae-Il asked. “Or are you not part of a group?”

This one hurt. He had been training for a group for more than a year, but one day he was simply kicked out, watching as they got to debut together. He was about to say something very hurtful to the nosy kid when Hoseok and Taehyung came out of the studio.

“Did you do the backup already?” Taehyung asked, and he just nodded. “Let’s go, then,”

Jun grabbed his bag and walked outside the building so fast that Taehyung had to sprint a little to catch him.

“Wait,” he said, already out of breath. “What’s the hurry?”

“Am I free now?” Jun dryly asked. “I have to go to work,” “You still have time to eat something, don’t you?”

“I’m not hungry,” he stated. Taehyung knew it was better not to push him or force him to spend time with him, hoping it would naturally come one day.

“Alright, will you be home late today?”

“I don’t know. Seokjin-nim said there’s a lot to do,”

“Ok, text me if you need me to pick you up or something,” Taehyung said as he opened his bag, looking for something. After a while, he put out a keyset and handed it to him. “Orange is for the building gate and green is for the main door. Jimin is out of the city, he said you can stay in his room as long as you keep it clean. I’ll go out with Eunha later, but I think I’ll be home by the time you arrive,”

Tae-Jun didn’t say anything, he just took the keys and put them in his bag, standing awkwardly in front of his brother.

***

Eunha was exhausted after spending all morning trying to fix a vocal chain with Yoongi in the studio. Even Han had to step in at some point to try to help them make it sound as good as they wanted, but at a certain point, they were just hearing noises, unable to advance.

“Was the fifth version better?” Yoongi asked, sitting on the floor, defeated.

“I can’t even remember which one was Number 5,” Eunha grunted. “Why don’t we get a break and go for some coffee?”

“No, I think we’ll call it a day,” Yoongi unexpectedly said as he turned off the screen. “I’m meeting Namjoon, we’re going tuxedo shopping, apparently,”

“For the wedding?” Eunha asked, instantly relieved as they stopped working.

“Yeah,” Yoongi said, fixing his hair under his beanie. “Hobi said he’s planning on inviting the girls,” “What girls?”

“You and your roommates,” Yoongi said.

“Why does he have a say on that? It’s not like it is his wedding,”

“Because they’re kind of rich and they do crazy stuff like that,” Yoongi sighed. “Anyways, can you come early tomorrow to help me finish this?”

“Sure,” Eunha said.

“Cool, bye,” Yoongi seemed to be in a hurry to leave, barely saying goodbye. Eunha was too tired to move from the couch, so she decided to stay a bit longer there.

Eunha: Hi

Taehyung: HI!!

Taehyung: I missed you

Eunha: I’m free!

Eunha: where are you?

Taehyung: Coffee shop with James

Taehyung: Want me to meet you there?

Eunha: Yeah, I could use a nap while you get here

Taehyung: Baby, if you’re tired we can just go to sleep

Taehyung: We can go to the exhibit any other day

Eunha: No, I really want us to go today

Eunha: God knows when we’ll be free at the same time again

Taehyung: Alright, I’ll see you in 20

Eunha: Love you

Taehyung: Love you more

She opened her eyes at the sound of the doorknob turning, not knowing how long she had been asleep. She had one of those naps that messed with your head, not sure about what day even was it. It took her a full minute for her eyes to send the signal to her brain that it was Taehyung who was walking inside the studio, holding what she immediately recognized as an Iced Americano.

“Sorry I took so long, I had to catch up with James,” Taehyung said, walking towards her and planting a sweet kiss on the top of her head. “He says hi and sends you this,”

“Thanks,” Eunha said, grabbing the cup and smiling at him.

“Looks like you got some sleep,” he chuckled, sitting next to her.

“Apparently,” she was very much still asleep, so she took a sip from her coffee, letting the delicious drink spread through her whole body.

“You’re so cute,” Taehyung said with a big smile, getting close enough to kiss her cheek. “I missed you a lot,”

“I missed you, too,” she put aside her beloved drink to get closer to him, hiding her face in his neck and breathing him in. “Why do you smell so good?”

Taehyung was glad she couldn’t see his face and how red it was. He was still nervous at her proximity. She breathed in once more before planting a soft kiss on his jaw, then on his cheek, then on his mouth. Taehyung’s hands instinctively going from her arms to her face. As they were getting comfortable, balancing their weight like a pendulum, Taehyung wondered whether they would get to see the art exhibit that day, kind of hoping they didn’t.

It wasn’t in the original plan to go to the art exhibit under the influence. The bottle of wine happened to be in the studio’s minifridge, and they simply had to finish it in one go. They were about to call it off when Han called on the door to say there was a recording scheduled and he needed to use the room. Avoiding eye contact, Taehyung and Eunha said goodbye to the young assistant, who seemed to enjoy the situation too much.

With tipsy steps and a lot of giggles, they managed to get to the art gallery, where they took a few pictures before being asked to leave for making too much of a fuzz. Eunha was a bit nervous about the situation but Taehyung seemed too amused; in fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Taehyung laugh that much.

Finally, they decided to go to his place, since it was closest in walking distance and neither of them felt sober enough to drive. She was happy to see they had a place for themselves, knowing no one could kick them out for being too loud. It had been a while since neither of them had anything else to do, so they relaxed and decided to drink a bit more wine (which Taehyung promised to buy later for Hoseok). This was Eunha’s ideal plan, just spending time together, laughing about nonsense, and sharing the same air.

“I liked you first,” Eunha admitted, her ears red from the alcohol when they were discussing the silly things about their relationship. “But you definitely started flirting first,”

“No, it was you!” Taehyung said with a fake frown.

“You literally made up a story about how we would get a discount for traveling as a couple,” Eunha laughed as a smirk spread on Taehyung’s face at the memory of their trip to Busan. “Admit it, you started flirting first! Making up excuses to hold my hand, making me take pictures of you when you knew you looked so well, looking at me with your beautiful eyes,” Eunha was determined to keep the list going, but Taehyung had other plans. He silenced her with a kiss before she could say anything else. His lips moved slowly against hers with a gentle, lingering touch that told her so much without any words. She instinctively wrapped her arms around him, making him smile against her lips, thinking she’d never been so attractive.

“We’re going to be late,” she said, still on his lips. He couldn’t care less about the museum. “Tae,” “I love it when you call me that,” he said, barely separating from her lips, still with his eyes closed. A shiver with the force of lightning ran through Eunha’s back, but instead of running away, she got closer. Suddenly, all the scenes from the times she had been physically close to him before they were dating played in her head. The day he was her assistant, the time they were lying next to each other on Yoongi’s bed on his birthday, the time in his kitchen when he showed her his pierced ears, that night in the dimly lit alley in Busan when they were just inches apart. All those times she had wished they were this close.

He seemed to be thinking about something similar, since his kisses became hungrier and he closed the remaining distance between them on the sofa, picking up her legs and putting them on top of his. She wondered if she would ever stop getting nervous when it came to him, which made her smile and even giggle.

“What?” he breathed; a bit annoyed with the interruption.

“Nothing,” she chuckled. “I just can’t believe you’re my boyfriend,”

He smiled brightly at her, chuckling too.

“Because I’m too handsome?” he joked.

“Because you’re just perfect,” she said, kissing him again, this time softer.

“I love you,” he said in a whisper. “I love you so much,”

“Tae?” she asked, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.

“Hm?”

“Am I… good at it?”

“Good at what?” he asked, taken aback by the sudden inquiry.

“You know… kissing,” she mumbled. He couldn’t put a word to the mix of feelings that formed in his stomach and burst in his chest.

“Are you asking me to grade your kiss?” he chuckled, finding it endearing yet, in a way that was hard to explain, very flattering.

“Stop laughing!” she protested.

“Babe,” that was the first time he called her that. “You’re better than alright,”

“You’re making fun of me, aren’t you?” Eunha sighed.

“No, I’m not!” he chuckled again, gently stroking her arm. “I mean, I’m not the expert, either. It’s me who should be nervous, actually,”

“Hey, it’s not like I’ve gone around all my life making out with guys,” she said defensively.

“So, is this what we’re doing?” he asked with a smirk. “Making out?”

“Isn’t it?” she was nervous again.

“Why did you ask me if you’re doing it right?” he couldn’t let go of it. The proud silly smile appeared back on his face, which was starting to annoy her in the way that she loved to be annoyed.

“Because I’m self-conscious,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “Because I’m not sure if I’m doing any of this good,” “It feels good,” he absentmindedly said, but she decided to ignore that comment since she didn’t want to start blushing like crazy again.

“I just want to be a good girlfriend, you know?”

“You are,” he gave her a kiss on the cheek, knowing this was a serious concern. “And I’m not saying it only because I want to keep kissing you, even though I would like that very much,” he stole a quick glance at her lips, making her heart skip a beat. “You’re like… you’re much more than what I could have dreamed of. I am not saying it to be corny or anything but, seriously, Eunha, not a single day goes by when I don’t look at you and say ‘wow, I really like this girl, how did I get so lucky?’ because, I mean, seriously, look at you…”

“Stop,”

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” there was so much adoration in his words. Eunha felt something warm and heavy drop to her stomach, which she figured was her heart or something. She wanted him to kiss her now. Not the way they had been kissing for the last hour, just a brief brush of his lips simply because it was the most natural feeling in the world.

“So…” he said with a smirk, pressing his face against her cheek. “Can we go back to making out?”

She laughed, feeling drunk with love for the guy who was touching her skin. He kissed the tip of her nose, then her eyelids, then her cheek, making his way down her jaw, spending some time in the intersection between her jaw and her neck, only to go back to her lips. It was funny how comfortable she felt kissing him, considering the fact that she was usually very hesitant about everything else. But this was Taehyung.

He seemed to be getting comfortable as well, pushing against her until they were lying on the couch. She appreciated the fact that he was holding all his body weight in his arms for two reasons; one: because she was too nervous to feel him actually brush against her chest, and two: because she got to see and feel his triceps flex. It was hard to keep a notion of time when there were only the two of them, but she figured they had been in that position for a long time once she felt Taehyung’s arms begin to shake, getting tired of holding his weight. She was fighting the voices that told her to make a move so they could be more comfortable when Yeontan, who had been in Jungkook’s room the whole time, came running down the hall, barking hysterically to the main door. Eunha’s heart skipped a beat, getting scared by the loud barks. Before she could do anything else, she heard the door open, and without thinking she pushed Taehyung so strong that he ended up falling to the floor. A second later, Tae-Jun entered the room.

“Hi!” Eunha said, playing it cool.

“Jesus!” Tae-Jun seemed just as scared as they, probably not expecting to see anyone. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Flexes,” Taehyung said, attempting and failing to do a single push-up since he was tired. “What are you doing here?”

“I… It’s my free day. I was going to sleep,” he said, finding his brother’s girlfriend’s nervousness kind of suspicious. “I’ll be in Jungkook-hyung’s room, wearing headphones, listening to very loud music. You know, just fyi,”

The youngest guy disappeared behind Jungkook’s room, wearing a smirk on his face very similar to Taehyung’s. Yeontan went in with him, looking like he feared ruining the mood.

“Doing flexes, seriously?” Eunha laughed.

“What was I supposed to say?” Taehyung laughed as well, standing from the floor.

“I can’t believe he thinks we were,” she stopped herself midsentence when she remembered that they, in fact, were doing what Taehyung’s brother thought they were doing. “Do you think he is hungry? He might want to use the kitchen or something,”

“I’m sure he is fine,” Taehyung sighed, stretching his arms over his head. Eunha couldn’t help but look at his biceps, which she rarely noticed. “Are you hungry, though?”

“Not really, you?”

“I’m good,” he smiled before walking towards her, standing right in front of her as he gently lifted her face by the chin, kissing her again. She didn’t know when the alcohol faded from her body, but now that she was sober, she grew very nervous.

“It’s getting late,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I think I should get home,”

“You’re not staying?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“I have to work very early tomorrow,” she said.

“So? I can take you,”

“I don’t think I’d be able to sleep if I stay,” she stupidly said as she nervously laughed.

“Why?” he said with a smirk, knowing damn well that she was nervous.

“Okay,” she said, standing up at once. “I better go before Ji-Eun worries,”

“Alright, alright,” he sighed, giving up on his dream of her staying. “At least let me take you,”

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clueless-ghost · 2 years

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Yet again this is written by @ashlynxmylove (ily bish) and I have full permission to post these!

Vigilante / Adrian Chase At home head canons part 2 ✨

18+ warning (not full-on smut tho)

- you jokingly told adrian that he would look good with a piercing you just got and he actually went out and got it. don’t get me wrong he was cute, but you didn’t expect them to get it.

- he never told you who he was. you found out from peacemaker before you were dating adrian and then when he did tell you, you were just like yeah i know. he couldn’t stop laughing about it after a while.

- he wakes you up by blasting music through the entire house. the. entire. house. usually what would be his favorite song, and just wake you up with it. the forehead kisses in the morning are worth it though.

- he never forgets birthdays. you’d think he does but he doesn’t. he knows every important date like the back of his hand.

- random peacemaker merch just shows up at the house. sometimes it’s a pillowcase, sometimes it’s a mug, most of it he makes himself.

- he has a butt tattoo. like a little smiley face on his left cheek. got it cuz he was drunk, kept it cuz you liked to tease him about it.

- he says the most random stuff at the most random time. everything from “i promise, look at my crotch, im not a god but I could be” to “oh he has a daddy kink”. literally the most random things.

- will tell you about every part of his day accept for the murder. he doesn’t want you knowing the details of the mission, but he won’t shut up about the time with peacemaker.

- will randomly squeal like a little girl when seeing you. little dancing boy breaking it down. he loves you so much.

- brags about dating you. BRAGS about dating you.

- he is lactose intolerant but man’s still stocks and eat your favorite flavor of ice cream. it’s immediately his favorite after you say you like it.

- he is always too cold or too hot. (which makes sense cuz like 👀)

- the worst liar to you. little smiles or giggles or stutters. awful liar.

- he’s really into murder documentaries. will plan full dates around watching them if it’s something you’re into.

- king of pet names.

- despite his work his hands are always very, very soft and it it genuinely impressive.

- hoard of energy drinks. also no reason to this one, it just simply is.

- please give this man hugs. he loves your hugs. hug him.

- the most charming man when you take him to meet your parents. that is also the only time you’ve seen him wear a button down shirt. also the last time because he set it on fire.

- he’s got curly hair but sometimes he will curl his hair.

- LOVES when you call him “my love” or a “handsome boy”. he’s gonna treat you good tonight like DAYUM.

- he showers with you after missions, doing you in the shower sometimes, but you still need to remind him to shower. it’s painfully ironic.

- he smokes weed once a month. he says he would have shot someone through the head for it, which isn’t wrong, but he’s a hypocrite.

- You can steal his clothing. heck he finds it so attractive when you wear his boxers. but he’s gonna take that off you so fast just saying.

- the high and strong vigilante is such a baby when tired. he’s kinda whiny and super needy. just wants to cuddle. wears your hoodie to sleep and does not care than it doesn’t really fit.

- he holds your hand all the time. he just likes it, that’s all.

#vigilante x you #vigilante imagine #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #dc #vigilante #headcanon #peacemaker

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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sibling hybrid!creeper reader headcannons/one-shot for SBI ( + ranboo? 🧍‍♀️ ) hurt/comfort. like maybe the reader struggles with emotions and doesn't know how to deal w/ them healthily, so they end up bottling them up and kinda explode at times.

sorry if this is too specific, i just really like your writing :) congrats on 1k!! <3

and one last thing,.. can i be 🫂 anon?

(A/N): I had a lot of fun with this one, and thank you : ) I hope you don’t mind that I added Tubbo. Also one more thing, I imagine the explosion is kinda like a Bakugou situation but uncontrollable

Warnings: anti-hybrid rhetoric/slurs (speciesism???), swearing, blood (not much, just mentions of a nose bleed)

It was completely an accident this time, it all just came so fast. You were standing in front of a store window when you felt something rub against your leg. When you looked down, panic engulfed your entire being when you saw an orange cat rubbing and nuzzling against your leg, letting out deep purrs. You had no clue why this cat wasn’t chasing you like all other cats usually did, but you didn’t want to ponder. You felt the familiar pressure building up inside of you as a startled hiss left your mouth and you jumped away from the creature. Your skin was sparking and popping as your freckles lit up in a glowing green light.

Finally, explosions left your skin as the glass shattered next to you and gravel was turned up and thrown about. You fell to your knees and rubbed at your burning eyes and wiped the blood from your nose. Exploding like that had always taken a lot out of you and made your nose bleed. You suspected that it was because of the sudden build up and release of pressure and energy.

The back of your shirt was grabbed and you were yanked off from the ground. There staring at you was the owner of the shop that you accidentally blew up. His green eyes were ablaze as he gritted his teeth and looked into your eyes.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?! You blew up my window!”

Small hisses left your mouth, “I-I’m sorry sir I swear I didn’t mean t-”

“Like hell you didn’t! Your kind always destroys everything!”

You stopped struggling and narrowed your eyes at him, “my kind?”

“Yes, hybrids! Filthy mutts, all you do is destroy! You’re a bunch of freaks.”

You could feel another explosion coming about and this time you did not even attempt to hold this one back. You stared him dead in the eyes with the harshest glare you could muster. As soon as the hisses started to leave your mouth and the freckles once again glowed green, the man’s eyes widened before he threw you into the street away from the building. Another explosion left you and disassembled the neat cobblestone of the road. A single stone flew and shattered what was left of the store window. Another flew and hit the store owner in the head knocking him out.

And here you were now; hisses left your mouth as you ran down the beaten path of the village towards the exit. The iron golem following you was hot on your tail, it’s booming footsteps picking up dust clouds from the gravel. Villagers around you scattered and started to whisper fearfully amongst themselves. You could feel their fearful and angry stares burning holes through you. After you got out of the village and the iron golem was still chasing you, you ducked into the forest where you knew it wouldn’t follow you. You climbed up a tree and watched as the golem angrily smacked the foliage out of the way before it gave up and hobbled back into the village.

You dragged your feet tiredly back home, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed. Your senses were on overdrive as you were hyper aware of everything around you. You’ve never exploded twice within the span of ten minutes before, and it wore you out. Small exhausted hisses left your mouth as you trudged along the path.

After getting home you walked past a confused and concerned Wilbur, dodging his hands that were trying to grab you so he could get a better look at you. You walked up the stairs ignoring his questions and walked past Tommy.

“Hey sparky, what’s got you lookin like shit?” He asked you before he started to laugh to himself at the nickname he knew you hated. You winced at the volume of his voice before you hissed angrily and stomped off into your room before you passed out immediately in your bed the second you threw yourself onto it.

You didn’t wake up until a hand shook you awake firmly. You peeled open your eyes to see Tommy hovering over you looking slightly scared. When you fully opened your eyes, he sighed in relief.

“Oh my fucking Ender, I thought you died for a second.”

You only groaned and covered your head with the covers trying to block out the morning light streaming into your room and Tommy’s voice. He shook you more, your entire bed shaking with it. “Get up. Dad wants you downstairs for breakfast cuz you skipped lunch and dinner.”

You said nothing as he ripped the covers off from you eventually and pulled you out of your bed. You landed on the floor with a thump and hissed a little in frustration. You stood up and pushed him out of your room and slammed the door behind him. The locked door handle jimmied before it stopped and everything was silent. You prayed that he went away, but alas he didn’t. You rubbed your forehead when he started to knock at your door in multiples of two.

Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock kno-

“I’ll be down in a minute fuckface. I’m gonna get dressed.”

“If you aren’t down in five minutes I’m getting Techno. He’ll carry your ass down.”

Downstairs, you shambled into the kitchen past the table and poured yourself a cup of coffee. Your family silently watched you before the conversation started back up again. You plopped down next to Wilbur and sipped at your coffee deliriously. He eyed you in concern, “you okay?” You hummed and poked at your eggs. You didn’t feel hungry at all. “You su-”

“Yes, I’m sure Wilbur.” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and returned to your coffee. After your fourth cup of coffee you were cut off by a concerned Philza. Even after four cups of coffee, you still felt slightly physically drained and it showed in your sluggish movements. Your day went by with you holding in your frustration and anger from everybody constantly asking if you were okay. Days of holding in explosions passed with them finally leaving you alone. However, that did nothing to alleviate your bottled up frustrations.

Techno was sitting on the couch reading a book while Wilbur was sitting in the chair across the room trying to find the lyrics of his next song. Philza was in the kitchen doing who knows what. You were currently walking up to Tommy’s room to say hi to your old friends Tubbo and Ranboo after getting home from a trip to another village.

That trip was rough for you but not as rough as the one a few days prior; you could only stand so much fear filled and hateful staring after all. Your creeper features consisting of pitch black irises and dark gray sclera, a mop of dark green hair, and green freckles sprayed randomly across your skin was definitely an attention grabber for anyone. A few of the kids even threw rotten tomatoes and stones at you, it was so hard holding in explosions by the time you left that you just felt very overwhelmed. Hanging out around the self proclaimed ‘bench trio’ always enough to calm you down from a rough day. Mellohi’s muffled relaxed beat makes the corners of your lips twitch into a small smile.

However just as you opened the door to Tommy’s room, you could hear their conversation end. “Hey guys, how’re-”

A yelp left your throat as something very cold drenched your body. An iron bucket came tumbling down and hit your head before falling to the floor with a clank. The pressure that has been building up in your chest increased tenfold, but you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to walk to your room for a change of clothes. Behind you, you heard Tommy laughing hysterically while Tubbo tried to apologize between his own laughter. You didn’t even have to look at Ranboo to know that he was guiltily fiddling with his sleeves as his tail flicked back and forth sharply.

After you went into your room, you grabbed your pillow and screamed as loud as you could into it to blow off some steam. After that didn’t work, you tried punching the pillow relentlessly but that didn’t work. You could still feel pressure and energy inside your chest lingering and threatening to burst.

You sighed and made your way downstairs walking past Tommy’s door. You could now hear Ranboo laughing with them, and that just made you even more angry than you were before.

Everything around you was pissing you off. Philza’s wings fluttering behind him subconsciously, Technoblade’s little ‘heh’’s as he read something that caught him off guard in his book, Wilbur’s humming and mumbling to himself as he composed his next song, Tommy’s, Ranboo’s, and Tubbo’s loud laughter echoing from Tommy’s room. Every little sound was enough to send you over the edge. Just as you were about to leave the house to calm down again, a knock sounded at the door.

Philza gently pushed you behind him with furrowed brows and a hand on the sword hung around his hip. Techno’s book snapped shut as he stood up to grab his axe while Wilbur walked over to you and put a protective hand on your shoulder. You understood why they were cautious; you didn’t normally get visitors and the last time the house did, it was someone that decided to try and attack Technoblade on sight when he opened the door screaming about how hybrids aren’t natural. Keyword: tried. Techno absolutely would’ve killed him if it wasn’t for Philza holding him back.

You felt anxiety creep up inside you as you fought against the small hisses trying to escape your mouth. The door opened slowly to reveal the store owner from a few days ago. His eyes hardened when he saw the wings sprouting from Philza’s back before his eyes flicked to you. He did not look happy to see you behind your dad’s massive wings. Without another word, you turned and ran up to your room when you felt the pressure become almost unbearable.

You ran past Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo who were leaving Tommy’s room with hesitance. You didn’t respond when they tried to stop you. Slamming your door closed, you sat on your bed with your head clutched in your hands desperately trying to fight against the pressure building up. Small pops sounded on your skin as you grit your teeth in concentration. You could hear knocking at your door, thank god you locked it behind you. You had no idea how long you were sitting there trying to hold it back.

When the pressure became too much and you felt yourself losing grip on your control, you knew you needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. This was going to be a huge explosion, probably the biggest one you were going to do. The loud continuous hiss that left your throat was something you weren’t actively doing, another telltale sign that you were about to explode. You ripped open the door, pulled yourself from Tommy’s grasp, and ran as fast as you could downstairs. Philza followed you with a furious expression when he saw you, the store owner seemingly having left.

“(Y/n), what in the hell did you do?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you to the living room. You tried your hardest to pull out of his grasp, but he was holding on too tight. The hissing had gotten slightly louder, but you moved a hand up to your mouth to try and muffle it. He sat you down on the couch and started pacing in front of you, his feathers puffed up angrily. Wilbur and Techno were eyeing you warily from across the room.

“What were you thinking, blowing up his store like that? Were you even thinking? Cuz that was stupid (y/n). Hybrids get enough bad rap, and you go and pull this?!”

“Dad-”

“Not now Wilbur. As I was saying, you could’ve killed someone! What would you do then-”

“Dad,” Techno’s assertive tone stopped Philza in his tracks as he ran a hand down his face. “What could you possibly want right now, boys?”

“(Y/n)’s gonna explode soon.” Wilbur hurried over to you and helped you up. You could hear the three younger boys’ steps thundering down the stairs. By now, you were visibly shaking and sweating with the effort of holding explosions back. You could see the glowing of your freckles through the reflection of Wilbur’s glasses.

“Shit,” Philza sounded panicked in that moment as Wilbur ushered you out of the house and into the forest. You pushed him away and stumbled your way deeper into the forest. You heard them attempting to follow you, but you gestured for them to get back. You had no idea how big this one was going to be, but it was definitely going to be large.

You ran deeper into the forest until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Leaning against a tree, you finally let yourself explode. This one was painful; your skin burned with every pop that emanated from your freckles, the burning making your free nerve endings scream at you. The last thing you saw was a wave of dirt splashing up before you blacked out.

You were in and out of consciousness for the next week or so. Whenever you would wake up slightly, it would only be for a couple moments before you would pass out again. It was in those moments that the pain and the lack of energy hit you at full force. You supposed being unconscious was better than the mental and physical fog and the pain.

By the time you fully woke up, your senses were slightly hyperactive, but nowhere near how you felt when you blew up that store. You reached up with a heavy hand to wipe at your crusty eyes before you heard rustling next to you. You looked over to see Philza standing at the door with a glass of water in his hand. When he saw that you were awake, he rushed to your side and helped you sit up. You took the water gratefully and drank it, the liquid refreshed your dry throat.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Tired and a little sore. How long was I out for?”

“About a week, you really worried us. That was a really big one. Do you know why it was so big?”

You nodded and looked down at the water in your hands, swirling it around the glass. You didn’t want to tell him about feeling angry and overwhelmed at every little thing around you the past few days. You felt guilty at that, they were just trying to live their lives while you were cursing them for merely existing. A finger under your chin made you look up at Philza. His eyes were full of gentleness and empathy, “c’mon, you can tell me. I want to help you.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Start wherever you feel comfortable. Take as much time as you need.” He sat on the edge of your bed and looked around your room while he waited. You took a second to gather your thoughts before you took a deep breath. Philza perked up and diverted his full attention to you.

“It started when I first blew up that guy’s store. I swear it was an accident that time, a cat snuck up on me and rubbed on me,” you shuddered, small hisses leaving your mouth. “The guy came out and picked me up by my shirt. He called us some names so I kinda got mad and blew up on purpose.”

“‘Us’?”

You nodded, “hybrids. He said that ‘our kind’ destroys everything.” You glared at the glass in your hands, hissing in contempt and watching the freckles dully glow green. “He called us ‘filthy mutts’ and freaks, Dad.” Philza looked slightly peeved at the name calling, “still, you shouldn’t’ve blown up on him. You could’ve killed him, (y/n).”

“So you’re saying that it’s okay for him to call us slurs? Should we just let people slander us?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He shook his head, his medium length blond hair swaying with the movement. “Hell no, I’m not saying that at all. You should never let someone call you things, but violence is never the answer.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, “frankly, he deserved what was coming to him. I just wish he didn’t throw me before I could blow up.”

“Hold on, he fucking threw you?” You nodded and watched his eyes darken and anger flash across his face, “violence is sometimes the answer then. Did he hurt you?”

“No, but I just felt so… so drained. But so overwhelmed at the same time. I’ve never exploded twice in the same day before.”

He hummed in realization, “so that’s why you slept through most of the day. Sorry, go on.”

“After Tommy woke me up everything just felt worse. It was like everything around me was amplified. It was hell, the last few days I was just hyper aware of everything and it was pissing me off. Every little thing drove me crazy, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to exploding but I held it back until I couldn’t anymore.”

“(Y/n), you know that’s not healthy… I talked to Sam, you remember right?” You shook your head, “well, he was an old friend of Wilbur’s. He used to come here all the time before he had to move away. He’s a creeper hybrid like you,” he chuckled when you perked up, “he gave me some advice on your anatomy when you were growing up. Anyways, he told me that sensory overload is common when you explode. He said that it’s normal to feel drained afterwards and to definitely get plenty of sleep. The sensory issues apparently get worse if your rest is interrupted, so that was probably why you felt overwhelmed in the past few days… He also told me that it really isn’t healthy to explode more than once a day or to hold it in for longer than necessary. Please just come to me if you’re feeling overwhelmed again or if you need to rest after exploding. I can even build you an obsidian building where you could go and not blow up anything.”

“...I’d like that. What- what else did he tell you?” Philza chuckled and started to tell you more about what Sam told him about his anatomy. He even gave you Sam’s comms contact so you could contact him if you had any questions or wanted some advice. He was a nice man when you talked to him, always having an answer for your questions. You even found old pictures of you as a baby following him around. Apparently you could tell that he was part creeper; wherever he was in the house, you were bound to be near him.

The rest of the day, you hung out with the rest of your family and the bench trio.

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Techno wasn’t one for open affection, being the type to give you little trinkets and giving you suggestions on what to read next. Every time you woke up, you would find small objects ranging from gold to emeralds and books on your nightstand. He would vehemently deny being the one that gave you the items, but you and the rest of the family knew better. Sometimes, he would drop into your room to ask you what you thought of the book and have a thorough discussion about it with you while you were recovering.

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You leaned against Wilbur’s side with his arm wrapped around you. The hand that was around you was rubbing circles into your shoulder. After he scolded you for bottling up your emotions, he climbed into your bed and pulled you to his side. Small hums left his throat.

“(Y/n)?” You hummed, your eyes half lidded and almost about to fall asleep. “Would you mind if I wrote a song about you? It would fit with the next album’s theme.”

“Knock yourself out.” Your words were slightly slurred as you nuzzled closer to him. He laughed a bit, the sound being muffled and reverberating his chest. “Get some sleep. I’ll brainstorm some ideas to run by you before you wake up.”

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Hanging out with the self proclaimed ‘bench trio’ was always fun, even if you were on strict orders to stay in bed by Dadza. Nobody argues with a concerned Dadza, but they found other ways to hang out with you. Tommy had moved his jukebox into your room and was playing cat, the music soothing you immensely and putting an end to your worries. However, what didn’t soothe you was the card game in front of you.

You were watching in horror as everybody put down a plus two card stacking the amount the victim would have to draw. So far, the plus two streak had already gone around the circle once and is now going around once more. It was nearing your turn and it was with great horror that you realized you didn’t have a color changing card or a plus two card. The two cards in your hand felt heavy as you watched Ranboo pull out another card.

“Please Ranboo, I’ll do anything. Don’t put that card down.” You watched as his ears twitched before he smiled innocently at you, putting the card down and laughing at you when you started the long process of drawing fourteen cards and sorting them.

“Sorry, my hand slipped.”

“Get fucked (y/n)!” Tommy cackled at you. You flipped him off before you went back to sorting the cards. Tubbo put down a plus four color changing card and smiled at Tommy.

“Sorry Tommy, but uno and the color is now red!”

“Goddamnit Tubbo! That’s the one color I don’t have,” he grumbled and drew four cards. Ranboo smiled triumphantly and put down his last card before showing you his empty hands. “What?! You didn’t even say uno!” You eyed his smug smile with disbelief.

“You guys didn’t call me on it though.”

“That’s not the rules, Ranboo! You have to say uno!” Tommy argued. Long story short, the rules had to be looked up and the family had to be consulted before your group came to the conclusion that you in fact do not have to call out uno and the other players could call them out on it. Eventually after a few tense games, the three were sitting on your bed. Ranboo had some difficulty with it due to his height, but he managed with his legs crossed.

“(Y/n) do you reckon you could become charged if you were hit by lightning?”

“Tubbo, you’re a genius,” Tommy breathed out, “let’s go see!”

“No, you will not go see. Sit back down.” Wilbur called out as he passed your room. The group slumped slightly. “We’ll see when I get better. Mark my words, the next thunderstorm that happens I will see if I can be charged.” You whispered to them, your eyes glinting with mischief.

“I don’t really think that’s a good idea.”

“Of course it is, Ranboo. It probably won’t kill them.”

“Probably?” Ranboo raised an eyebrow at Tommy’s nonchalant answer. “Yes, probably.”

“I still have three lives left. If I die, I die.” You wove a hand in the air as you spoke and watched as Tubbo nodded in agreement. “Do it for science, (y/n).”

“Oh I will. For science!” You raised your water glass in the air and Tommy and Tubbo followed suit with wide smiles. “For science!”

You three turned to stare at a deadpanning Ranboo. He sighed before he raised his glass of milk and let out a monotone “for science.” You, Tommy, and Tubbo cheered as you clanked your glasses together. You could see a hint of a fond smile on Ranboo’s face as he watched you three chug your waters before he downed his milk in one swallow.

You smirked at them and leaned close, talking lowly so that anyone passing by wouldn’t overhear you. “So, what’s our plan?”

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sparks-joy-imagines · 3 years

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Hello lovelies! Could I please get some headcanons for Gojo and Sukuna? Their s/o is like a cat and can sleep anywhere, because she's always tired, but she subconsciously moves to sleep on Sukuna and Gojo when they are near. Sometimes, she just leans on their shoulder but most of the time she sits in their lap or even curls up against their chest. I'm feeling tired most of the time, so I took a nap in some weird places😌

hello my dear @gunpowder-and-smoke-inofficial❤

Of course we can and we will! It’s such a cute request and I hope you will enjoy their reactions~~ they may have turned out a bit unexpected😅 - mesu.

Ryōmen Sukuna:

when you first fell asleep on him, Sukuna was kind of stunned; deliberately entering your most vulnerable state right in the lion’s den? Daring, but not unheard of. You can call yourself lucky that this particular lion has a soft spot for you

he carefully cradles you against his chest and even makes sure your head rests in a comfortable position so you won’t wake up to a sour neck

at first, he thinks it’s a one-time thing, just you giving in to exhaustion but as it becomes apparent that this habit of yours is there to stay, he’ll start to tease you relentlessly about it, especially since he’s in denial about finding it irresistibly adorable in the depth of his heart

“Look at who’s nodding off again; speaking of disrespect and disregard for their own safety”

“You know what I could be doing to you while you’re asleep? Think, little one”

his tone is harsh, but you know him better than to assume that his intention is to hurt you with his words, after all his actions speak louder than his words

by now, whenever you approach as your eyelids grow heavy, Sukuna will instinctively reach out for you and pull you close so he can be sure that you rest at his side; his favourite sleeping position of yours being you curled up in his lap

one time when you didn’t make it to Sukuna in time for your unscheduled nap and fell asleep along the way, Sukuna grew suspicious and went out of his way looking for you, worried that some unworthy bastard targeted you to get to him; it didn’t take him long to find you sound asleep in a weird position somewhere on your way to him. long story short: you better like the feel of leather against your skin, ‘cause he got you a leather choker with a bell on it the very next day

Gojō Satoru:

given his darn eyes, Gojo simply knows whenever you’re about to crash

the only thing he didn’t expect is he himself being your new resting place of choice

the first time you fall asleep on him, he can’t help but chuckle softly to himself, your sleeping face being just too damn cute in such close proximity

Gojo will make sure to check on you regularly just so he can ‘randomly’ be around when your batteries run out

totally also makes sure to have a sweater smelling very much like him ready just for you so you can get comfy any time and have sweet dreams of him

since Gojo doesn’t want to disturb your sleep, he is thrilled when he finds out that if he’s careful enough he can get away with carrying you with him wherever; the people around you quickly get used to seeing him carrying your sleeping form bridal style, piggy back or simply casually thrown over his shoulder (only possible when you’re really dead asleep). He won’t leave you unattended when you’re resting and neither will he tolerate anyone trying to disturb you

depending on where you fall asleep he’ll sometimes just bring you to a scenery for you to wake up to birds singing and the rippling of a nearby stream, those few moments of quiet, having you safe and sound at his side provide him with a much needed mental break

Gojo also loves having you ‘mis’use him as a hizamakura (knee pillow) and will act awkwardly shy on purpose when you take that position (or he repositions you as such, whatever comes first really)

“Do~on’t. You’re making me shy,” he’ll tease you with a sing-song voice whenever you wake up like that

still, whenever you are asleep on him and the two of you are undisturbed, Gojo will slowly lean down to you and brush a sweet, innocent kiss on your forehead, a simple reminder for him that you are real and precious and here to make his life so much better than it ever could have been without you here. He’s simply falling in love with you all over again, every single time

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seacottons · 3 years

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—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

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