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Yuji: he’s the bubbliest little baby ever. So happy and babbles the entire time he’s around you, toddling on his chunky legs and laughing when he falls on his tushy. Has no qualms sharing his toys with the others and loves following reader around.
Nobara: little pouty cutie who wants your attention solely on her. She stalks after you, presenting you with dolls and toys to play with her 🥺 gets grumpy when her friends try to join in or play with you, often crying to get your attention back on her
Megumi: again, pouty little baby. He’s often left out by the other children, opting to play with the foam blocks by himself but will force himself to play with you 🥰 wants your attention on him, but discretely. Like, rub his head a little when you give him his snack, or an extra hug when it’s nap time 🥰
I WOULD KILL FOR THE BABIES RAHHHHHH
no because this. THIS!!!!!
yuuji's just a little bundle of joy 🥺
he definitely banged his head the first time he rolled over, but instead of crying he just giggled and did it again
(you on the other hand freaked out and were worried he was going to hurt himself)
he also would be the first one to walk
(nobara a close second because she couldn't let yuuji beat her)
literally the happiest baby ever, never crying, always laughing or babbling away 🥺
nobara would just be LOUD
always screaming, trying to be the center of attention
listen, she's just a girl. you can't expect her to not try to be the center of attention 💅 😂
there is no such thing as "too far" if she feels like you're paying too much attention to yuuji or megumi
screaming, putting her siblings up for sale, doing something she's not supposed to do, there's nothing she won't try to get your attention
she might be a handful, but heart she's just a sweet kid who wants your love
stop, and megumi??
he's def the quietest of the three (his favorite thing is nap time with you and his divine dogs 🥺)
he's just a little snugglebug
when you heard he didn't like hanging out with the kids at daycare and often played by himself you worried yourself sick that your sweet megumi was too shy
however after a conversation with him you realized that he just didn't like other people
but don't worry
he made sure to reassure you that you were different, and that he really liked spending time with you 🥺
he doesn't like anyone else, but he loves you 🥰
anyways, this was SO CUTE. i'm probably going to be making the first years as babies into an au, so let me know if you want to be added to the au taglist!!!
#lee's brain answers#from: sorrowfulrosebud#first year babies au#lee's brain writes#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#itadori yuuji#nobara kugisaki#megumi fushiguro
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show, don't tell
pairing: itadori yuuji x fem!reader (side note i wrote this with her wearing a skirt in mind btw)
content: smut (basically netflix & chill)!! & mdni plsss
w/c: 1.8k
a/n: trying to get back into writing. thoughts of yuuji have ravaged my mind for the past 2 months straight
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Thinking about your casual nights with Yuuji, the ones where the rest of your friends are off doing something else, leaving the two of you alone at last.
This seems to happen a lot more recently, and you just can't put your finger on why. His place is just so comforting, despite how small it is, and its clutter. You know he's been saving up recently to afford a better place. Those extra hours he's been putting in as a part-timer are starting to show their effects. It started off with him missing the group's Thursday nights out, when he opted to stay in and rest instead. You asked him if it was okay for you to come over and check on him since you hadn't seen him in a while, and soon it became a habit to stay in with Yuuji. Sometimes you'd even share a home-cooked meal because he didn't have enough time to cook dinner. One thing was for sure though, you would always stay for hours longer than expected, both of you reluctant to say goodbye.
It's late, so he doesn't want you walking home by yourself at this time. He would walk you home anyway, but isn't it so much easier to stay over at his instead? He had just finished cooking a late-night comfort meal before you came over, and there's enough for the two of you - such a coincidence, isn't it?
And the winter makes it so, so cold. You can't help leaning into his arms after settling down to watch a movie on his laptop. Pirating wasn't a good idea - you've offered your Netflix subscription to Yuuji a couple of times, but he still refuses to take you up on it, because that's the thing about Yuuji; he always, always is willing to give, but never take. The way that you're lying down on him right now - back pressed against his firm chest while his arms wrap around your centre - makes it hard for you to turn from the screen and look at him. You want to start something. You want to take this somewhere. But you don't know if he does. It's been a couple of months, being in this weird limbo with Yuuji. It started off with you just wanting to be around him more. Wanting to talk to him more. Not just more, but every day. Wanting to touch him, feel him, taste him.
But that's the thing about starting off as friends. If he didn't feel the same way, then that would end everything. And Yuuji was a great friend. Always there for you, kind to others but still always somehow makes you feel special, could make you laugh but would never make you cry. You can't let him go! You don't want to mess this up. Meeting him is one of the best things that ever happened to you.
Your heart can't help but beat a little bit faster when you hear Yuuji's light laugh - it's at some witty one-liner from the sidekick character. You didn't even hear the joke, but you're smiling a little too much as you can feel the heave of Yuuji's chest from behind you. Eventually, you break into laughter too, both of you are laughing so hard together that your sides hurt. This is when you choose to sneak a glance at Yuuji, when he's in such a state of pure joy, that tears collect in the corners of his eyes and almost trickle down his cheek.
He's so adorable.
You reach over to wipe them off for him, and his laughter dwindles, trying to keep steady for you. But there goes that handsome smile again, as he locks eyes with you, making your hand a little more unsteady.
"Sorry," he murmurs, still chuckling a little as he averts his eyes. 'Nervous laughing', as he calls it, is a typical response for Yuuji. It's when he laughs hard, unapologetically, and without restraint. It makes you wonder if he'd love you like that, too.
"The joke wasn't even that funny! I just..." His sentence trails off and he looks away, again. At this point, you have completely no idea what's going on in the movie's plot. No way you're letting him get away without finishing that sentence.
"Yuu? What were you going to-"
He chuckles nervously again, shaking his head. "Nothing, nothing. Just sit back and enjoy the film. I like holding you like this."
"Yuuji." You tilt yourself so you can take hold of his face, almost as if you're forcing him to choke out his words. "You can tell me anything. Literally. Anything."
You can practically see the cogs turning in Yuuji's brain as he thinks through his response. Yuuji runs a hand quickly through his unruly pink hair before he speaks again.
"I - No, I mean, it's just that I like spending time with you. A lot. I just-" Yuuji sighs, then continues, "I want to show you what I mean. I don't think I can really say it how I want to."
"Go on."
"But you don't know what I mean...?"
"Well there's one way I can find out," you tease him. You're really, really hoping that he's implying what you think he is.
"Okay."
"Okay?
"Yeah. Okay then."
He takes another deep breath in as you lean against his chest, and the arms wrapped around you now wander, until his hands interlace with yours. Yuuji's voice is a tone quieter as he asks 'Is this okay?' and you answer with a quick squeeze of his hand and a nod. Everyone knows that Yuuji is that one touchy-feely friend, always offering hugs and slinging an arm over your shoulder, but the way he touches you now feels different. The atmosphere has changed. Your heart is beating so fast now, you can't pull your eyes away from the screen to look at him. Even though you want him to keep going, you want to show that you want him just as badly. So instead you move his hand to rest on your thigh, firmly placing yours on top. You can tell that Yuuji is holding his breath at this point, taken by surprise at how forward you are. Maybe you should give him some time before you do anything else.
But only a couple of minutes pass by before Yuuji makes his next move. His fingers curl tighter around your thigh as he kisses your neck. It's a light peck, to test the waters, before he kisses you once more, moving along your neck. On your jawline. Languidly moving up to your cheek, his lips are soft but a little chapped as they taste your skin.
So you lean your head towards his, capturing his lips in a short-lived kiss. Both of you are hesitating because once you go this far, you can't come back. But it's so clear that you now both want each other. The realisation makes you start to bite the inside of your cheek as you turn around quickly to keep watching the movie - Yuuji wants you back. Just as much as you want him. Even though you know this, it still doesn't feel real.
Have you made things awkward? You didn't mean to. It all just happened so quickly, the blur of a kiss and a glimpse of his soft brown eyes. You didn't mean to turn away, you want to continue. His hands clasp yours worriedly.
"Y/n? Are you sure this is okay?" His voice wavers as he fiddles with the rings on your fingers. If you want to go further with Yuuji, then you're going to have to show him.
"Yes, Yuuji. I want you to."
With that, you place his hands on the inside of your thighs. "Please."
He nods from behind you, going slightly rigid for a moment at how breathy you sound asking for him. "Okay."
Then he starts to really touch you. Massaging the inside of your thighs as he murmurs that you should 'keep watching the film'. You're holding your breath every time he drifts further and further up, and you're struggling to focus on the screen; opting to fix your eyes on the subtitles instead. He stops from time to time, only to restart lightly brushing his fingers over the tops of your thighs, and eventually, his fingers disappear underneath the hem of your skirt, still going higher. You can't help trying to look at Yuuji from the corner of your eye - is there a light blush on his cheeks?
"Pay attention, this is the good part," he whispers to you, gently taking hold of your face to keep your eyes trained on the screen.
You start to relax in Yuuji's arms until, just for a moment, he grazes over your underwear, right against your clit. The brief contact with such a sensitive part of you makes you jump a little, as if every nerve on your body lit on fire at the same time. You want more, and this slow tension has been killing you inside. And Yuuji knows it.
"Just relax into me. I'm going to make you feel good," he whispers, as he rests his fingers on your clit again, beginning to trace small circles onto it. With each and every movement, Yuuji is precise, and he can feel your wetness through the fabric. He presses a couple more kisses onto the side of your neck every time he stops touching you, teasing you over and over to delay your orgasm. He can tell that you're feeling especially close when you try to cross your legs, forcing his hand even closer to you, but his steady hands stop you every time. You're positive that your panties are completely soaked through at this point, but it gets even better. Yuuji's deft fingers then pull your panties aside, and they delve into you.
A thumb is kept steady on your clit, whilst he pumps his fingers into you. Yuuji never goes beyond a certain speed, making sure that you feel each and every stroke of his fingers against your walls. Your soft gasps of his name spur him on as he starts to suck on the side of your neck, thrusting deeper with his fingers until he finds your sweet spot - the part of you that is most sensitive. You cry out when he curls his fingers directly up into your g-spot again; It's impossible to hold back anymore.
When you cum, your body almost goes limp - Yuuji groans lowly in response, feeling the way how your hole contracts around his fingers. He can only imagine how that tightness would feel around his dick. He is slow to pull his fingers away from you, still slowly pumping them in and out after your orgasm.
"Fuck... Yuuji....."
His heart tightens in his chest at how breathless you are, how weak you are for him.
"Do you get what I was trying to say before ...?"
"Yes, Yuuji. Yes."
That's all he needs to hear for now. The end credits of the movie will roll soon; whatever has begun between the two of you, is to be continued.
#yuuji x reader#yuuji smut#itadori yuuji x reader#itadori yuuji smut#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jjk drabbles#yuji x reader#yuji smut#yuji x you#itadori x reader#itadori smut
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all the love we had and lost
pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader
summary: you come back to cousins beach after a few years away. conrad is not particularly happy that you're back - and you aren't particularly thrilled, either. too bad there's a history (chemistry?) neither of you can deny.
warnings: lots of plot + flashbacks. angst with fluff in betweem. slightly suggestive dialogue/situations but nothing more than the actual show, a guy being pushy about hooking up with reader but nothing happens, mention of injuries and blood throughout, hints of alcoholism, brief mention of dieting (reader is competitive swimmer and deals with certain pressures from that), reader gets her period, takes on too much responsibility and argues with her mother (aka eldest daughter syndrome)
tags: @stargirlsirius-recs, @ifilwtmfc, @qwertyb2577, @allnrsnz, @baconeggndcheez, @peanutbelley, @imogen-skye, @geekinthefuschiahair, @tvije,
a/n: thank you thank you thank you for so much love on my first conrad fic!! i'm so excited to share the rest of the series, so stay tuned :))
read part one here
the best friends of our childhoods are the loves of our lives, and they break our hearts in the worse ways. (fredrik backman)
now — summer, age 18
you throw in some extra sprinkles, along with a few more tablespoons of sugar. belly has a huge sweet tooth. it's the night before her birthday, and you're in the kitchen at the fisher's house baking her coconut confetti cupcakes.
born on june 21st — the summer solstice — belly conklin is the definition of a summer child. she's summer, personified: sunshine, sweet tea, sand, and smiles. having missed so many birthday celebrations, you’re determined to make this year special.
you go to the fridge to grab some eggs, and when you close the door, you're startled by the person standing behind it.
"what are you doing here?" you ask, holding a hand to your chest and setting the carton of eggs on the counter. the joy you felt making birthday cupcakes for belly fades away, replaced with a tingling in your chest. you and conrad hadn’t spoken more than three sentences to each other, or even been in the same room alone, since that morning on the beach. as the distance between the two of you grew, so did your frustration at him.
conrad raises his eyebrow at you. he reaches around you into the fridge and pulls out a beer.
"i should be asking you that."
"the oven at my house is broken and your mom said i could come over."
“i’ve heard that one before,” he mumbles as he leaves the kitchen. you almost can’t believe he brought it up, even if just in a passing, somewhat snarky remark. conrad probably thought you didn’t hear.
these past few weeks, conrad hasn't just been cold towards you — which was a relief as much as it was heart wrenching. he seems more closed off in general, more inclined to spend time with others who hadn't seen him grow up. in fact, you imagine he’s on his way to see nicole now. maybe with her, he can pretend everything is fine. but not with the people in this house, who knew him inside and out.
you would never admit it — if conrad wants to ignore you, you could ignore him just fine — but it was eating you up inside, and it took everything in you not to confront him, to comfort him about whatever he was going through. you’d have arguments when you were kids, but it was nothing a ring pop or tub of cherry jello couldn’t solve. this time is different; the wound is deeper, harder to heal.
you wanted the old conrad back: the sweet boy who cared for you and let you care for him in return.
then — summer, age 14
belly was turning 12, and you wanted to surprise her with homemade cupcakes for breakfast. only, the oven at your house was broken, which meant your intention of baking her birthday treats would have fallen through, if not for susannah’s ever-present generosity.
everyone else was out of the house — you even asked laurel and susannah to take belly shopping to not ruin the surprise. you were decorating the cupcakes when conrad walked in from the deck. his wet hair stuck to his forehead and he was wearing a rash guard, so he probably got back from surfing. he looked paler than usual, even after being in the sun for hours, but you didn’t think much of it at first.
“hey,” he greeted, sounding slightly out of breath. “what are you doing here?”
“the oven at my house is broken, so your mom said i can come over to bake these for belly’s birthday tomorrow.” you gestured at the clumsily decorated treats. the cupcakes had bright pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. you weren’t a professional by any means, but knew that belly would love them.
“but i’m sure she wouldn’t miss one or two, if you wanna try one,” you offered, smiling at conrad.
he smiled back, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “yeah. yeah, let’s do that. i’m just gonna get changed first.”
conrad walked past you, and that’s when you noticed him limping — along with a bloody gash just below his left knee.
you instantly dropped the spatula back into the half-empty frosting bowl.
“connie, what the hell happened?”
“i’m fine,” he answered. “i wiped out, got cut by the fin of my board.” conrad must have noticed your eyes widened with worry because he grabbed your wrist gently, thumb rubbing soothingly on your pulse point. he was bleeding out on the kitchen floor, and there he was, trying to make sure you were okay.
“i’m fine,” he reassured.
the blood dripping down his leg suggested otherwise. years ago conrad would faint at the sight of blood, and though he’d mostly outgrown that, you knew it still made him queasy. you imagined the pain definitely wasn’t making it easier. without another word, you pulled him into the bathroom and made him sit on the edge of the bathtub. you washed your hands then sat cross-legged in front of him.
“you here to fix me up, sweetheart?” he smirked as he watched you gather supplies from the cabinet underneath the sink, your brows furrowed in concentration.
“what?” you paused, almost laughing. until you saw his wound again, and you got back to work.
“it’s from the hunger games,” he explained. “when katniss finds peeta in the arena? and he’s all, like, injured.”
“well, he was definitely in worse shape than you,” you assured. “your cut’s not that deep, it just looks bad.”
“it doesn’t feel great, either.”
conrad exhaled sharply when you started applying pressure to his leg with a damp washcloth. you placed your other hand on his right knee.
“it’ll be fine, connie. i’ve got you. keep your eyes on me, okay?”
he looked down at you, wet hair framing his face as he offered a short nod.
you gestured at him to take over, and your fingers brushed together when he grabbed the washcloth, but he never looked down. his eyes still followed you as you searched the bathroom for something to cover his wound.
a comfortable silence followed. the two of you used to spend hours talking, sure, but what you loved about spending time with conrad is that silence didn't bother him. you could each be in your own worlds while in the comfort of each other's company, and that was enough.
once the wound was cleaned and the bleeding slowed down, you placed a gauze pad over his cut before wrapping a cloth bandage around it.
“i��m pretty sure it’s ‘you here to finish me off, sweetheart?’,” you remembered.
conrad shook his head. “i’m pretty sure it’s not. i’ve read the book like, three times.”
you move to sit next to him on the edge of the tub.
“how sure are you, connie? because i’m pretty damn sure.”
conrad shrugged. “i’m pretty damn sure, too.”
you rolled your eyes, but with a smile. “okay, fine. we’ll check. but, when you see how wrong you are, you have to come with me to see jaws 2.” it was playing at the local movie theatre during their weekly throwback thursday — you and belly had seen it advertised on your way home from getting ice cream. you had wanted to ask conrad, but couldn’t find the right time.
because you hadn’t meant it to be a date, but you also hadn’t not meant it to be. something changed about how you felt towards conrad that summer; or, maybe, you just figured out what was different about the love you felt towards him compared to everyone else.
(yes, love. again, something you would never admit.)
you thought maybe — maybe he felt it too. there was something different in the way he teased you, laughed with you, looked at you when he thought you couldn’t notice.
you did notice. it happened so much that eventually you decided that either it was all in your head and he didn’t love you that way, or he was also scared of what would happen if he did. which, to be fair, was the position you were in. you were very scared of what would happen if you crossed that line.
“i’ll agree to that,” conrad said. “if you agree to having a picnic with me on the beach. if i have to face my fear of sharks, then you have to face your fear of angry seagulls stealing your food.”
a picnic on the beach. you wondered if this was conrad’s way of subtly asking you on a date. did he also want to cross that line, become something other than friends? he looked at you so eagerly, you hoped he did.
“fine.” you held out your hand. “but you have to protect me from angry seagulls.”
conrad smiled at you brightly as he grasped your hand.
“always.”
in the end, conrad lost the bet. the screening of jaws 2 was cancelled, so you rented it from the video store instead. you got his favourite movie snacks, and some of yours as well, and made sure the couch had the comfiest pillows and the warmest blanket. you felt butterflies just thinking about the two of you watching together, cuddling on the couch.
when the time came though, your plans fell through. the playdates your siblings had lined up both cancelled. your mother had plans to meet a friend at the bar, and claimed she couldn't reschedule. by then your parents were divorced and your father was elsewhere with his new girlfriend, so it fell to you to babysit your siblings.
conrad came over anyway: he helped you make rice and lentils for dinner, convinced your brother to eat his vegetables, and let your sister paint his nails. the four of you watched night at the museum and ate all the junk food you had gotten, with you and conrad sitting on opposite ends of the couch, but stealing glances and shy smiles at each other. when your mother came home, a bit after midnight and a little tipsy, she got angry that you’d kept the twins up so late and cheated on the diet she had so carefully planned for you — to keep you in shape for swimming, she claimed. you rolled your eyes, and that made her angrier. without you saying anything, conrad took the twins upstairs to get ready for bed as you and your mother argued. by the time conrad walked back downstairs, your mother had gone into the living room for another drink and you were in tears. he asked if you were okay, and you told him to go home.
you never talked about that night again, and everything went back to the way it was: with neither of you crossing that line.
now
the only reason you let belly drag you to nicole’s party is because it’s her birthday.
as soon as you enter the house, nicole and the other debutantes whisk belly away to a table filled with elaborate cakes. you can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed by how elegant they look in comparison to the cupcakes you made her.
"come on," taylor groans. "let's get a drink."
taylor grabs two beers and hands one to you. you gratefully accept. the two of you catch up for a bit, when suddenly jeremiah starts serenading belly in an outrageously funny musical number. you laugh along with them, until you catch a glimpse of conrad with nicole on the couch at the other end of the room. nicole is sitting in conrad's lap, and she leans over to whisper something in his ear before kissing his cheek. your entire body heats up.
conrad was right before: you were jealous. as frustrated as you were with him, you were even angrier at yourself for feeling that way.
"i’m gonna go find the bathroom!” taylor says, practically shouting over the music.
"okay!” you yell back. “i’m gonna go get another drink."
you know all too well that it isn’t a good habit to get into, but you need something stronger if you’re going to survive this party. you examine the drink table, finally picking out some mediocre tequila. you take a shot, then another.
“tequila. my kind of girl.” someone declares, creeping up behind you.
it’s a terrible pick up line, and you already have a feeling that the guy trying to flirt with you is some rich entitled asshole.
but, the guy — liam — can hold a decent conversation, and he’s cute enough.
he’s no conrad, though. you take another shot when that thought crosses your mind, and force yourself to flirt with leo. liam. right, liam.
liam leans in close, pretends to listen to you, lets his gaze linger on the deep v-neck of your shirt. you’re so close, you can smell the alcohol on his breath.
“five minutes,” you boast after he asks how long you can hold your breath underwater. somehow, the conversation veered towards your time as a competitive swimmer. you’re just the right amount of tipsy that your inhibitions start fading away.
“wow,” liam says. “i have to say, i’m glad you didn’t have that training camp this summer.”
you bat your eyelashes at him. “oh? why is that?” you lean closer, trailing a finger down his chest.
“because then i wouldn’t be able to do this.”
liam kisses you then, and you kiss back. he slides his tongue in your mouth, runs his hands over your body. you feel nothing. it’s fine.
“let's go upstairs.”
liam’s grabbing your wrist before you have a chance to answer. as he tries to tug you up the stairs, your eyes meet conrad’s from across the room.
suddenly, you feel nauseous. you rip away from liam’s grip and place a hand on the wall next to you to steady yourself.
liam turns around sharply. “what is it?”
“i changed my mind, actually. let’s just hang out downstairs.”
liam grabs your wrist again, his grip tighter than before. “don’t be a tease.”
this time, your voice comes out louder. “i just changed my mind. that doesn’t make me a tease.”
“don’t be a bitch, then,” he scoffs, and you’re this close to breaking this guy’s nose. “do you wanna fuck, or not?”
“i don’t,” you answer instantly, struggling to break free from his grip.
“okay, whatever. we don’t have to go all the way, but we can still go upstairs, and have a good time.”
he manages to drag you up two steps as you strain against his iron grip, now almost cutting off your circulation. your heartbeat quickens and you feel dizzy. finally, you grab onto the railing for leverage, forcing liam to stop in his tracks.
“what is it now?” he groans.
“just stop, liam.”
“listen,” he starts, speaking to you almost mockingly, like you’re a naive little girl. “i know what girls want, so you don’t have to be shy. we’re going upstairs right now and —”
“liam, is it?” the rest of the party is in full motion, but here’s belly, giving liam one of the most intense death stares you’ve ever seen. belly, who if you cut open, would bleed sugar. “i’m gonna have to ask you to let go of my friend.”
“whatever,” liam answers, rolling his eyes. “if you don’t mind, we’re kinda in the middle of something.” he tries to move you forward, but you stand your ground.
jeremiah is also glaring at liam from the bottom of the stairs, his golden retriever personality long gone. “back off, man,” he warns.
“just mind your own business,” liam snaps.
“they said leave her alone,” steven asserts, walking over once he sees what’s happening. “and you don’t wanna mess with us, trust me.” he clenches his hand into a fist as if proving a point.
in other situations, you and belly have definitely teased steven for his tendency to act all tough, but right now, you couldn’t be more grateful.
“who the fuck are you? her bodyguards?”
“just let her go,” belly orders.
“i think she can speak for herself. she wants this, but if you’re jealous, you can join, too.”
your stomach churns. liam leans in close to whisper in your ear. “maybe we’ll see if those 5 minutes come in handy when you’re sucking my —”
as soon as liam lets go of your wrist, his hand trailing downward, you shove him away and punch him in the nose before he can finish his sentence. you deliver a final blow to liam’s ego as he’s doubled over:
“what i want is for you to leave us the fuck alone. there are other people in this house who i’d rather hook up with. people who aren’t complete assholes with fancy cars to compensate for their tiny dick.”
the flirtatious smile falls from liam’s face, replaced with the kind of anger only rich entitled assholes have when they don’t get what they want — figures that he only gets the hint when it literally hits him right in the nose. he’s angry enough to deliver a punch right back to your face.
you hear a crack upon impact, and pain radiates from your nose. you fall down the stairs, but belly manages to catch you before you hit the ground. she holds you as jeremiah and steven step in front. you hear them shouting at liam over the music, but their exact words don’t register.
you lick your lips, tasting blood. your ears are ringing, and the room is suddenly all fuzzy.
“i’ve got her.” conrad’s calm and measured voice cuts through the chaos. you feel a strong, familiar arm wrap around your waist. “go find cam — the rest of us have been drinking, but he can drive her home.”
somehow, you find yourself in a bathroom, sitting on the counter as conrad stands between your legs. he carefully examines your injury, but you notice how he avoids making eye contact.
you feel your head spinning all over again. maybe it’s the alcohol, or the adrenaline, or the fact that the two of you haven’t been this close in a while — probably a dangerous mix of all three.
“you here to fix me up, sweetheart?” the question slips past your lips before you could stop it.
conrad looks slightly amused, and he finally meets your gaze. “that’s not the line,” he deadpans. you know (from trying not to but ultimately not being able to pull your attention away from him all night) that he’s had a few drinks as well; it seems like the two of you ignore each other best when you’re sober.
but, still, he remembers. his comment earlier and his smile right now is all the confirmation you need: somewhere in the back of his mind, he replays memories of you. no matter how cold he acts towards you, he still cares.
he continues wiping the blood off your face. “how’s your hand?” he asks.
you flex your fingers, inspect your hand. “it’s been better,” you answer, though your knuckles are slightly aching. “worth it.”
“i guess all those years away made you a badass.”
all those years away. the reminder feels like a stab to the heart, but you wouldn’t let it burst the comfortable bubble you and conrad had somehow stumbled into.
instead, you offer him a lopsided smile.
“oh, connie,” the nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. “i was always a badass.”
“yeah, yeah. but it’s different now. you’re different.” he pauses. you’re worried he’s going to say something else.
but he doesn’t. instead, he asks, jokingly: “did you join a fight club or something?”
you take that as a good sign: like you, he’s trying to preserve the playfulness between you before everything else seeps in and ruins it, before you’re brought back to the present, where you’re both heartbroken and not talking to each other.
“you know the first rule of fight club —”
“don’t talk about fight club,” you finish together.
conrad laughs, even though it’s not that funny. you laugh, too.
a silence falls over you, one that’s not unfamiliar, but not entirely comfortable either. conrad holds the cloth against your nose to make sure the bleeding stopped.
it seemed to be a strange pattern between you two — being there for each other when you bleed.
then — summer, age 12
it was the end of july when you got your first period.
you had made lunch for your siblings and walked them to their day camp, when you suddenly felt an ache in your abdomen. that ache turned into a sharp pain by the time you got home, and you ran to the bathroom to confirm what you’d suspected.
that afternoon, mr. conklin was taking all the kids to mini golf, but you weren’t feeling up for it. you texted belly about what happened and spent the rest of the day curled up in bed.
you didn’t hear him knock over the sound of the movie you were watching, but suddenly you saw conrad standing by your door, holding a bag from the candy shop.
“jesus, connie, you scared me!” you exclaimed, pausing the movie.
he smiled sheepishly and flopped down on the bed next to you. “belly told me you weren’t feeling well. here.” he handed you the bag.
you opened the bag, grateful that conrad picked out your favourite treats. you take one and bite into it. your stomach growled — you hadn’t eaten earlier because you felt nauseous, but now you could eat that entire bag in one go.
“how was mini golf?” you asked, popping another treat into your mouth.
“it was awesome! i finally managed to get past that giant hippo and get a hole-in-one. i got the highest score.”
you frown, wishing you had been there. if anything, to beat conrad’s score.
“don’t worry, we’ll go back another time,” conrad added. “you can beat me then.” sometimes, you swore conrad could read your mind. he then asked if you were feeling better.
“no. i got my period,” you huffed. “it sucks.”
“oh.” conrad adjusted his glasses, a sign that he felt awkward. “i’ve heard about those. they sound pretty brutal.”
“health class?”
“no. my mom, actually.”
health class wasn’t much help for you either, and neither was your mother. you were lucky enough to have susannah and laurel, who had explained everything to you and belly.
“anyway, what are you watching?”
“the hunger games,” you answer. “i just finished the book.”
“cool.”
conrad didn’t move — he actually leaned back against the pillows even more — so you figured he wanted to stay. you moved the laptop so it sat between the two of you and started playing the movie again.
“you know, it doesn’t seem fair that you miss out on having fun just because of your period,” conrad said as katniss finds peeta injured in the arena.
you frown, about to point out that he has no idea how painful cramps can be.
he lifted his hand up to stop you. “not that i can judge what you’re going through. i’m just saying when it’s this bad, instead of being alone, just text me, and i’ll be there.”
when the time came, he watched movies with you in bed. he brought you junk food and pain killers. he even biked to the store when you’d run out of pads.
he was there for you, just like he promised.
now
those moments from past summers now feel warm and sickly sweet, like popsicles melting in the sun — then again, that might just be the remnants of tequila flowing through your veins. you think about what happened earlier, how belly, jeremiah, and steven stepped in to protect you. how conrad is here with you now, taking care of you so tenderly even after you’ve ignored each for so long. it’s like nothing changed. but once you leave this bathroom and the alcohol leaves your system, it wouldn’t be the same. you feared you'd never get that magic back, and that weighed on your chest so much, you felt like you couldn’t breathe.
“why’d you go for liam, anyway?” conrad asks, breaking you away from your thoughts. he removes the cloth from your nose so you can answer, and the bleeding seems to have finally stopped.
“you really wanna know?”
“yeah. liam’s an asshole. and you’re…” conrad places his hands on either side of your thighs, leaning close. “you.”
“i went for liam because….well, honestly, i didn’t care who it was, as long as they made me forget you,” you admit, because what did you have to lose. you probably have a broken nose, you definitely have blood on your shirt, and your time with conrad is running out.
conrad’s eyes darken. his fingers start to play with the hem of your shorts.
“did it work?” his voice is a whisper, but he’s so close that it’s crystal clear.
“no.”
it’s hard to determine who leans in first, but soon enough your lips are on conrad’s. it's not the most elegant kiss — it's messy, urgent, with your noses bumping together, and teeth clacking against each other. he cradles your face in his hands, and you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. you taste beer on his tongue, and maybe a hint of lime, but it’s overwhelmed by the salty, metallic taste of blood stained on your lips. you tangle your hands into his hair, and you swallow his moan as you gently tug. it’s clearer now: you’re not dizzy from the alcohol or adrenaline, but dizzy from him.
when you run out of air, feeling like your lungs could burst, you pull away. conrad’s gaze is heavy on yours as he traces your top lip with his thumb.
“connie,” you whimper, itching to kiss him again.
“you’re still bleeding.”
conrad wipes away your blood with the cuff of his flannel. before either of you can do or say anything more, there’s a knock on the door. jeremiah, letting you know that it’s time to go.
and, just like that, the moment is gone.
a few days later, belly invites you over for a girl’s night. you paint each other’s nails, eat sour candy, and watch rom coms, just like you used to. she updates you on debutante season, the argument she had with taylor, and her blossoming feelings for jeremiah. you let it slip that you and conrad kissed at nicole’s party, though you admit you aren’t sure what it means — as if you hadn’t spent hours and hours thinking about the kiss, about him. belly gives you a knowing smile, but you change the subject before she can comment any further.
you’re halfway through 10 things i hate about you when belly falls asleep. you grab your phone, deciding to finally reach out to conrad, when you get a text from him.
he’s already on the dock when you arrive, looking out onto the water.
“hey,” you greet as you stand next to him. “i was actually about to text you —”
“did you tell belly that we kissed?” he interrupts. you can’t quite read his expression as he waits for you to answer.
“no, i didn’t,” you lie. “but…would it matter if i did?”
“well, i mean, belly’s close to nicole and i don’t want her finding out," conrad explains. his words are deliberate, and you suspect he'd spent some time perfecting what to say to you. so far, you didn't like where this was going. conrad delivers another blow:
"it’s not like it meant anything.”
you feel like you could shatter into a million pieces right then and there.
“it didn’t?” you hate how fragile your voice sounds, compared to conrad’s stoic demeanor.
conrad shrugs. “i mean, we were both drunk and the thing with liam happened, so we just got caught up in the heat of the moment.”
“you’re saying there’s nothing between us, then? nothing other than friendship?”
he turned away before he answered. “no. nothing.”
“then what about last summer?” you demand. you force yourself to keep it together, your tone firmer than before. “i guess that didn’t mean anything, either.”
“y/n…” he pauses, and you know you caught him off guard. “i don’t know what you want me to say. we’re barely even friends anymore. you come back here, after all this time, after so much shit has happened, and expect us all to drop everything to fit you back into our lives. but, you don't. we moved on. i moved on, and i can’t deal with you —"
“got it,” you snap, already turning to walk away. “loud and fucking clear, conrad.”
it’s not like it meant anything. we’re barely even friends anymore.
you replay conrad’s words as you crawl into bed next to belly, holding back tears as to not disturb her sleep.
you decide then that you didn’t love conrad anymore. you couldn’t because it would eat you up inside.
then again, it doesn't seem like hating him would be any easier.
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Hi! How are you doing? Sorry to bother you, but i dont know many scottish people and idk who to talk to about this book I found on audible. It's called Imogène, by french author Charles Exbrayat. Do you know him /the book? I've started reading it but I had to pause because, while being sold as a "humorous spy story" I find the protagonist, a "very proudly scottish" woman, to be... an offensive caricature? Like she acts like a fool, honestly. This book contains some interesting points about sexism (it was published in 1959), and ridiculous british habits (such as employees forced to give money for princess anna's birthday or being socially scorned). I'm sure the shared dislike / distrust the protagonist and her british colleagues feel are (were?) realistic. But she is so extra, and the story keeps telling how lonely she is, even after working 20 years in london. She has No friends, most acquitances dont talk to her for various motivations, her bosses hates her ... idk I feel this book is actually mocking scottish people? Or scottish women??? I was SO there for a "strong woman protagonist who gives cutting remarks to her boss or peers", but this looks wrong. Idk. I didnt know whom ask for inputs. Maybe i'm reading too much into it. Feel free to ignore this mega rant. Have a good day!
I think cultural and historical context and time of publication-- which was almost 70 years ago --are important factors to take into consideration when we look at fiction through our current expectations.
I can’t speak to the book as I’ve never read it, but speaking as a Scots woman who worked for an English publishing house for a while, being made to feel alienated by my boss and others due to being Scottish was unfortunately still something going on in 2011.
I’d get lots of “Oh but you sound so eloquent” remarks regarding my thinned-out accent (something I did on purpose to avoid being told to “speak properly” which was also something I heard a lot in school if I ever used my native Scots language instead of “Queen’s English.”) and one time my boss referred to me as “their civilized Scot” to an American author, whose Scottish romance book I was supposed to be fixing the dialogue on.
The phrasing was along the lines of, “Don’t worry, you’ll be able to understand her. Joy is our civilized Scot.”
The author laughed and made another derogatory comment about how they just loved Scottish accents even if it was unintelligible a lot of the time. I kept my mouth shut because I didn't want to lose my first career job.
I kept my mouth shut a lot in that job.
In that regard I could very well empathize with the character being lonely and not engaging with anyone, even after 20 years.
The proud Scottish woman can be a bit of a caricature, but that doesn't necessarily mean it is intended as mocking.
Again, cultural/historical context matters.
I wasn’t alive in 1959, but I know there was a lot of Scottish media about the time that leaned into the stubbornness and pride of Scots women both for humor and to make societal commentary on the fact that women were strong and more independent than they’d ever been following two world two and a lot of men weren’t happy about it and wanted them to go back into their boxes. As a result the mouthy, proud Scots woman became a mockable caricature that turned women into shrill, over proud scolds.
Get back in your box or we’ll make fun of you, basically.
So is this book being mocking, or is it employing popular tropes of the time, knowing that audience will understand what it means and that the female protagonist is being subversive despite what others expect from her?
I can’t say. Again, haven’t read it. It could be utter dogshit and making total fun of my culture. But I do think when looking at older media we need to put our thinking caps on and think, “How would the audience of the time, 1959, have viewed and engaged with this?”
Expecting a “strong female protagonist” as we know it from media today isn’t going to work with media that’s almost 70 years old.
Hell, the “strong woman protagonist” wasn’t even something any piece of media could agree on when I was growing up in the 90s.
Times change. Literary tropes and preferences change. It helps to keep that in mind.
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I just made myself a cup of a new tea, one from a set that a friend sent me. I was super curious to try it with and without milk in it, so after I take a sip without, I'm going to add milk to my tea.
That may seem like such an inane little story to post on a blog, unless you have an eating disorder. I'm sure many of you know what a big deal milk in tea can be, and what an important act of self-love it is.
It was poured into many of our ears, approaching teenhood in the mid-2000's, not to "drink our calories." For those of us whose restriction was weight-based, many of us practiced filling ourselves with water, with our coffee black and unsweetened whether that was how we liked it or not, and with tea that never contained milk.
Like many people who've struggled with binge eating and with restriction, I struggle with creating anxiety-inducing rules about when is okay to eat, especially if I'm between meals and worrying if I should allow myself a snack, or if it's okay to quench my thirst with anything other than water. This is especially true between meals. For some reason my brain has accepted the "extra" caloric intake as part of a meal, but still balks at the idea of introducing these things independently into non-meal parts of the day. I would like to note that my chronic illness and my body's reaction to food has also influenced this weird relationship between me and my favorite treats, such as a piece of candy, or a beverage that might happen to contain a greater-than-zero calorie count.
But tonight, before bed, I want to try this tea. And it sounds like one that'd be super tasty with milk, as it has cocoa powder and vanilla in the blend. So I let my tea cool in the room with me as I type this, telling myself that I can get up and go back for milk after I taste it.
Now I have gone to the kitchen.
Now I have poured in a splash of milk and tasted. It's soy milk, as regular milk sometimes hurts my stomach and I don't want my sleep to be disrupted. Due to my chronic illness, this is still something I have to think about, and I'll be honest, I hate it. Things like this make it so hard to tell myself I can let go of my food fears, because my brain knows that some of my food fears will turn out to have validity, and so what if they all do?
Now I have poured in another splash. Tasted.
Now I have poured in a third, much larger splash. Tasted.
Oh, this is it. This tea tastes like a warm dessert. But now it's too cool, so I need to microwave it back to its best heat. I used to not want to microwave my food. As a teen I heard a hippie say that microwaves destroy the nutrients in your food because the radiation breaks down their molecular structure. This is absolutely false. In fact, it's been disproven that microwaves break down nutrients any more than other methods of heating food, but for a long time I believed it. And even after I learned the truth, I still found it hard to convince myself it was okay to use microwaves for a very long time.
I have just finished my tea in my room. I took the time to identify that I wanted it. I took the time to truly taste it in several different ways, consider how I felt I wanted it and bring it to those specifications. It wasn't planned for any specific time or day, but I agreed to give myself this the way I wanted it anyway. I've been drinking my coffee with milk every morning, too. I actually like black coffee, but I like it better with milk. And I give myself things throughout the day that I enjoy, to enhance my experience of my existence. Life is hard, and it's okay to allow yourself, to the fullest extent you can, the small joys that bring you through the day.
I wanted to share this with you. I hope you don't feel the crushing weight of morality when staring at a bottle of regular soda and the sugar-free, when you wake up with your morning coffee, when your self-care regimen includes a cup of tea. I hope you practice actively giving yourself the love you need this week. And I hope you give it to yourself exactly the way you need it.
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bunny's ✨digital detox✨ + manifestation challenge!
hi friends! i've decided to do a little "dopamine detox" so that i can become more present in my day-to-day, connect with myself and my passions, and apply the law. instead of leaving you without any posts, i thought i would turn this short absence of mine into a challenge so that you can join me if you're interested! this is going to be a very simple challenge that mostly focuses on regaining joy in your life, but i hope it can bring you inspiration and peace.
purpose of challenge: to help your brain enjoy simple things again and fill your life with more joy, to get off of social media and apply the law, and to manifest anything you desire. as you can see, this is mostly a challenge to reconnect with ourselves and what brings us joy, but manifestation is the added bonus of this challenge!
step one:
delete or hide apps on your phone or laptop that involve mindless stimulation. for me, this includes tumblr, social media, checking things that give me notifications like my email, etc. normally, tumblr wouldn't be included in this because i use it for learning about the law, but part of this challenge is about getting offline and actually applying the law, so for now i will be deleting it.
step two:
make a list of activities that bring you joy that don't involve mindless stimulation. here are some ideas of things that i like to do if you're having trouble coming up with your own list:
scripting my dream life and coming up with cute scenarios in my head
writing a letter to a friend and decorating it with my own art or stickers
reading a fiction book and getting lost in the story
reading a non-fiction book to learn things about my passions and interests
singing and playing instruments
journaling or filling out writing prompts
going for bike rides or long walks with music
playing fun video games, but not for hours on end like i normally would heh
step three:
decide what you are going to manifest and choose your favourite methods to fulfill yourself! remember, this challenge is about connecting with yourself and what you love, so pick the methods that make you smile. i really enjoy daydreaming about my desires and feeling every emotion in my body that comes up and knowing that my desire is real.
REMEMBER: this challenge is primarily about doing a digital detox to give our brains more happiness. the main goal isn't to manifest, but it is SO much easier to manifest when our brains aren't constantly stimulated and consuming information. our desires manifesting is an added bonus for this challenge!
step four:
as you engage with your life and connect with awareness (who you are at your core) and as you enjoy activities that bring you joy, remind yourself in whatever way feels best to you that you have all of your desires, and that this extra space you're giving your brain is allowing more space for your lovely desires to show up in your life
step five:
report back during the end of any three-day period from when you start this challenge with your results! results could include how you feel, what you learned about yourself, what you manifested or realized about your manifestation, how your days looked without constantly stimulation, or anything you wish to share!
important note:
detoxing from constant stimulation is a HARD THING TO DO! they design apps to make us addicted, and your need for constant stimulation is not your fault. if at any point this challenge brings up feelings of shame or struggle due to the addiction of constant stimulation, make sure you are compassionate and loving to yourself; you're doing a wonderful thing as a gift to yourself and are a good person who is doing something very tricky, and you should be proud that you are even giving it a try. you are strong and badass and deserve the world and all of your desires! if at any point you need to dip out of this challenge, make sure to pat yourself on the back and thank yourself for trying it and know that you can always do it again in the future if you want to c:
love you friends! i am so excited to see the results of this challenge. i am proud of you, i am inspired by you, and i can't wait to see you all soon! 🥰
lots of love,
bunny 💕
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04/19/2024 Daily OFMD Recap
TLDR; Taika Waititi; Jes Tom; Con O'Neill; Ruibo Qian; Rachel House; Hugo Pierre Martin; Samba Schutte; Zaddy; Looper OFMD VIdeo; Cast Cards; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika
== Taika Waititi ==
Rita's new product line TYPEBEA has launched! Lots of pics of Taika from the Launch Party!
Img Src: @sarah36600126 on Twitter
Img Src: Taika Archives Twitter
== Jes Tom ==
As you can tell, Jes Tom is pissed, just like the rest of us.
Discussing Film Article - this will make you mad, just warning you.
== Con O'Neill ==
Just a quick shot from Jay Dimmock, photographer
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== Ruibo Qian ==
Can't have more than one video on a tumblr post, and Zaddy had priority-- so if you'd like to check out our Pirate Queen playing and singing for us-- Go here.
== Rachel House ==
More pictures from BTS of Rachel House's "The Mountain"!
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== Hugo Pierre Martin ==
Love that Hugo is still out here supporting Gay Joy!
== Samba Schutte ==
= ✨Zaddy✨=
What is there to say? Watch the video and watch Rhys get real fucking mad at Taika as he giggles like a little girl. I love these two so very much. Oh, and they're trending on twitter.
Thank you to @indarltonitrust on Twitter for capturing the Rhys Trend!
== Looper OFMD Highlight ==
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Thanks to @hvymtta on Twitter for sharing this!
== 101 Days In The Gravy Basket ==
Pink news is keeping it real with mourning OFMD.
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I just wanted to say... I know we hit triple digits in the gravy basket. We're at 101-- I know that seems like a lot-- but just for reference purposes, I looked up how long it took for Wynona Earp to be renewed, and they were at 1,098 days before confirmed renewal.
I know we don't want it to get that far-- and hopefully it won't, but I just wanted to point out sometimes these things take a bit of time. Hope is not lost <3
== Fan Spotlight ==
== Cast Cards ==
Our dear friend @melvisik has highlighted one of "our beloved directors and Jackie's (late/former) favorite husband" -- I didn't know that was him!
== Schadenfreude ==
Thanks to @Seven_Sugars on Twitter for catching the continued drop of WBD Stock.
== Love Notes ==
Hey Lovelies!!! Happy Zaddy Day everyone! I'm sorry I'm swamped today with some extra work so I'm gonna pass on some fun love notes from other folks. I love you guys-- and I hope you're having a lovely beginning to the weekend. I'm looking forward to all the awesome art/fics coming from all this!
@ roxannestewart.art & @ worry__lines
== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==
Tonight's theme: Fingers!
Gifs Courtesy of @funforahermit and @a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives
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caught | jack hughes
lake house summers au
a/n: this took me forever to write for no reason at all. is it narcissistic that i’m falling in love with my own au? probably but idrc. enjoy!
tags: @sweetestdesire @hughesluv @michaelrikas @spideyy @longlivehughes
it had been two weeks since the ‘confession’ between you and jack. also meaning, it had been two weeks of trying to keep your relationship a secret together. it wasn’t some ‘forbidden love’ that no one could know about. it was simply just a beautiful secret that binds you together. the thrill of keeping your relationship a secret adds an extra layer of excitement, intensifying the bond you share.
every stolen glance, every brush of your fingertips sends sparks coursing through your veins. but as much as you long to shout your love from the rooftops, you both understand the necessity of keeping it hidden.
you navigate the treacherous territory of keeping your relationship a secret with care and precision. your friends and family remain blissfully unaware of the love that blossoms between you and jack.
the sun dances upon the calm waters, and laughter echoes through the air as you all gather on the deck, soaking up the idyllic surroundings. you and Jack exchange knowing glances- as well as interesting texts.
as the afternoon unfolds, games and laughter fill the air. the tension between you both grows with every stolen touch and meaningful glance, yearning for a moment when you can freely express your love.
“y/n, can you go grab me some beer?” trevor asked, laying sprawled out across the pool chair. “thank you,” he answered himself before you even got the chance to open your mouth. usually, you would’ve argued with him. telling him you weren’t his maid and that he’s a grown man who can do things himself; however, this sparked a chance for you and jack to get some alone time.
your gaze quickly found jack’s. he read you like a book, figuring out exactly what you were thinking without you articulating it. huffing, you got up and began making your way to the kitchen.
“i’ll help you.” jack suggested and shot to his feet. he sent you a quick wink as his back was fully turned to everyone else. he almost even wrapped his hand around your waist but stopped himself before he did.
“it’s only one beer, i think she’s fine-”
“shut up trevor, he’s just trying to be nice!” you snapped, causing trevor to scrunch his nose in annoyance and stick his tongue out at you. you flipped him off in response.
as soon as you get into the privacy of the kitchen, jack grabs your waist, pushing you against the counter, and bringing you into a passionate kiss. the moment, filled with tenderness and affection, catches you off guard, and a spontaneous giggle escapes your lips.
you break away from the kiss, a smile dancing on your face as you look into jack’s eyes. his expression is a perfect mix of curiosity and amusement, mirroring your own joy. the world around you fades into the background as you revel in the moment.
"what’s so funny, babe?" jack asks, a playful glint in his eyes. his hands move from lower back to your upper thighs, lifting you up to sit on the counter.
blushing, you find your words, your voice holding a certain playfulness. "you’re so eager, rowdy," you tease, your gaze locked with his.
with the roll of his eyes, he stifles out a laugh, “do not call me that ever again, and of course i’m eager! it’s fucking torture sitting next to you outside and not being able to hold and kiss you.”
“you are a simp, jack hughes.” your smile deepens, your hand reaching up to cup his face. you lean in for another kiss, a sweet and lingering connection. the touch of jack’s lips against yours is like a thousand fireworks exploding, filling you with a sense of bliss and contentment. it’s in these stolen moments of tenderness that you realize how fortunate you are to have each other.
"jesus, what’s taking you guys so long? are you making the beer from scratch?" luke stands at the entrance of the kitchen, his eyes widening in surprise. “oh, shit…” time slows to a crawl as shock washes over you, freezing you in place.
panic floods your senses as you scramble for a response, desperately searching for words to salvage the situation. instinctively, you shove jack away. he stumbles back, mouth hanging agape as luke’s eyes flicker between you and jack.
luke’s gaze shifts between the two of you, his brows furrowed with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “were you just making out?” his voice carries a hint of disbelief as he tries to make sense of the scene unfolding before him.
“no!” you blurt out.
“yeah,” jack replies at the exact same time.
you and jack turn to look at each other in a synchronized motion. luke twists his head in confusion, “huh?” you both are just as confused as him.
you find your voice, finally, and in an attempt to explain. "jack and i are dating,” you pause to take a deep breath, “we have been for a few weeks but you’re the only person who knows.” the weight of secrecy begins to lift, replaced by a sense of newfound trust. you and jack exchange a glance, silently acknowledging the unexpected turn of events.
luke’s eyes widen further, his surprise transforming into a mix of realization and understanding. he takes a step closer, a wide smile gracing his lips. "haha i was right! i knew there was something going on between you too!” he exclaims, a glimmer of warmth in his eyes.
“i’m sorry, what?” jack asks, completely dumbfounded. “there was no way you knew.” he scoffs.
luke quirks an eyebrow, “i mean you two weren’t exactly being discreet about it. the winks, the weird looks, you two were obviously hiding something.” were you and jack really being that obvious? looking back at it, you definitely were.
“well shit,” your voice is laced with slight defeat. “who knew lukey had a love radar.” he stifles out a laugh in response.
as the three of you stand in the kitchen, the air buzzing with a newfound sense of camaraderie, you feel a deep gratitude for the unanticipated moment. it was seriously getting hard for you to keep your relationship a secret from everyone. at least one other person knew about it.
“so can i tell everyone that i was right? i’ve got money to collect.” he asks, his eyes lighting up. it might’ve been shallow to bet on his older brother’s relationship but who cares? a little extra cash couldn’t hurt.
“no!” you and jack respond in unison. he rolls his eyes, “but i bet a lot of money!” he whines like a child- reminding you that he was the youngest brother.
“i don’t give a shit about money, if you tell anyone, i’ll smother you in your sleep.” jack retorts. luke holds his hands up in defense before disappearing back outside.
this was going to be a fun summer.
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TWICE - Reaction to S/O Cuddling A Plushie (Requested!)
A/N: We're back to two uploads a week since I'm trying to clear my WIP before December 1st! I want to take a small hiatus for the week before and of exams plus I can spend time with family and friends for a bit without having a bunch of stress and extra responsibilities.
Also, to the lovely anon that requested this since I no longer have that request - I am so happy that my works bring you peace and happiness. I know what it’s like to go through rough periods, trust me, I’ve been through my fair share. There is light at the end of the tunnel, and I promise the future will be so much better than your present. I can’t promise that the road will be easy, or that you won’t want to give up, but stick it out, okay? My writing will always be here for you to enjoy, and I’m so glad I could bring you some peace of mind during a rough part of your life. Wishing you all the love and joy that the world can possibly bring your way. <3
TW: None!
♡ Masterlist ♡
100% teases you by pretending to be jealous
“Ah, well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to cuddle since you’re busy.”
She blushes like crazy when you pull her into your arms along with your plushie
“Yah, I was joking, baby!”
Completely unbothered by the presence of a stuffed animal
Happily accepts the cuddles, and she gives your stuffed animal a boop on the nose in approval
She may tease you about it if you’re okay with it
“Do you mind if I hold you as well, or are you a little too… preoccupied at the moment?”
Otherwise she’ll wrap an arm around you and stare at you lovingly as you hold your plushie
“You’re adorable, honey. Have I ever told you that?”
Definitely does not notice until she’s in your arms and feels the plushie digging into her back
“What are you poking me fo- Oh, it’s your plushie!”
Will apologize to said plushie or the guilt will eat at her all day
“I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to hurt you!”
Will hold the plushie along with you as long as you let her do so
Immediately pulls out her phone and starts taking pictures
“Smile, my love!”
And then she sets the photo as her screensaver and your contact photo
Will want to get in on the cuddles with said plushie
“You’ll let me cuddle with the two of you, right?”
It warms her heart to see you happy, especially if you’re on edge a lot or have been going through a rough period
She won’t disturb you as you cuddle in peace, but she may check up on you if your plushie is a comfort animal for your rougher days
“Is everything alright, babe? Do you want to talk about anything?”
She’ll happily observe you and the plushie from afar unless you invite her to join… who is she to say no to that?
“Of course I’ll join you! I missed you while I was at work all day, you know, and I like when we can just relax like this.”
Her heart internally combusts as her face externally combusts
You’re too adorable for her heart to handle sometimes, but she rarely admits it
“I like seeing you happy with your plushie… it makes me happy too.”
Will buy you matching plushies for your birthday if you’re a plushie fan
“I know you like the plushie you have… but I got matching ones for us so you’ll always be with me and I’ll always be with you.”
Definitely teases you a lot and/or makes jokes
“It’s only been eight hours and I’ve been replaced… I see how it is, then.”
You know she’s joking by the way she grins and laughs when you scoff at her.
Settles by your side and lays her head on your shoulder as you hold her hand while holding your plushie
A sweet, toothy smile breaks out on her face.
“I love you so, so much, and I hope you know that.”
You are simply too cute for her to handle!
She tries to sneakily take a picture, but you catch her in the act.
“Sorry, baby! You just looked so cute with that plushie…”
Enjoys just being in the room with you while you cuddle your plushie because the sweet, soft vibes cannot be replicated when Chaeyoung is by herself
She leans against the doorframe and just… observes with a lovesick smile.
Your child-like glee really comes out when you cuddle your plushie, and if you rarely show that side of you off, Tzuyu just wants to enjoy that part of you while it’s present.
“Do you mind if I join you, love?”
You invite her to sit next to you, and you place one of her hands on the plushie as she plays with your hair with her free hand.
She’s mostly quiet while enjoying the moment with you, but she will talk to you if you want to talk with her.
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The Cheer Factor - Eddie Munson x (Fem) Plus Size!Reader
Warnings: Eddie malfunctioning when the reader wears thight shirts. Also, most of this oneshot ignores canon events.
Summary: A dissapointment with the fitting of your Hellfire shirt frustrates you and you are too caught in your self conciousness to notice Eddie won't stop looking at you.
Notes: For my dear fríend Luna, fic inspired in one particular plus size girl problem we share. We brainstormed this idea together and i gave it full form here.
Tags: @losersclubisms
Maybe it was an issue of being the only girl in the group, guys didn't seem to mind about that sort of thing. Nobody ever pointed it out since you joined Hellfire, so you just pretended to ignore it.
The club shirt you were wearing was not the size you would usually go for, there was a problem with the fitting you discovered only after trying it on. It wouldn't be the first time that sort of thing would happen to you. You would typically wear baggy-looking oversized shirts for a reason. Many ' easy to stretch' shirts with the ríght fit have been defeated by your voluminous torso before. One of your personal favorites, that you got in the biggest size available at the store, would cover you barely down the belly buttom.
You still felt cute on that one, but you wished the fabric wouldn't get irredemably stucked in your tits on its way down. It was uncomfortable and frustrating, specially when you could tell the shirt could have been a good fit if it wasn't for that detail. That was the case of your Hellfire one, too thight in the chest because it wasn't oversized enough.
Admitting that you felt too fat to wear it was too embarrasing, so you hoped it would just stretch with time of use. Eddie was the onlyone who heard your initial complains after the first try on, but he would insist on reassuring you because he was your friend. You guessed he didn't want to hurt your feelings pointing out the truth when you asked, telling you over and over that it looked perfect everytime you would suggest to change it.
For so, you kept it despite remaining skeptical. The encouragement of your handsome friend inspired you to do it, since you enjoyed it peraphs a bit too much.
However, you couldn't see that his words were the purest truth born from the rawest deepness of his being. He was in love with your body, blessing the mistake making you stop hidding it. The tightness of the fabric enhaced your natural curvy shape and he was convinced that the club's logo had never looked better than it did in your chest. More than once he got distracted looking at you, but somehow managed to hide it through some pathetically improvised jokes. Luckly for him, you never seemed to notice because his overall quirkyness would confuse you.
In school you were mostly covered with leather or jean jackets, but things were different during the first of his campaigns you were involved in. The long hours invested in playing would make you toss any insecurities aside and as the time would pass you would take off all extra layers. From his privileged spot in the game table he would get to see your movements reflect your emotions and would never remain completely inmune to the sight. Joy causing you to jump on your seat a little bit, or anticipation making you lean over with your arms pressed against your tits would get his attention even if you didn't intended it.
It was one unexpected way to make things more interesting, his already high energy would increase for the gorgeous new player cheering him through charming beauty. Eddie had one new reason to look foward Hellfire time and he appreciated it despite how delightfully tortuous it could be. He would be drooling, but burying the evidence in shame because you were friends and he didn't want to ruin it with his lustfull admiration.
However, it was only a matter of time until someone would ruin the delicate balance of misunderstandings allowing him to cover his tracks. The youngests of the group, new additions coming some time after you, eventually did it.
They just wanted your help.
“ We have terrible news … and it’s about Lucas.” Dustin was whispering to you at a prudential distance from the group, in a pleading tone. “ Eddie is going to kill us, please help us to soften the impact of the bomb.”
You had a vague idea of what he meant, aware of his friend’s involvement in the basketball team.
“ What makes you think he would go easy on me? Sorry, Henderson. If you piss him off there isn’t much I can do.”
He was terrified, or otherwise he wouldn’t have made that suggestion.
“ Take off your jacket in front of him as we speak.”
Mike was almost as horrified as you, but the pure desperation made him actually consider it as a possible last resource escape tactic.
“ To be fair, we have overcome hardships thanks to your tigh shirt before.”
You could have killed them before Eddie would, if it wasn’t because they somehow validated your perception.
“ IT WAS TOO SMALL! I KNEW IT!! “ You cheered yourself, completely ignoring their issue for an instant. “ Back when I joined Eddie insisted it was perfect and nobody ever questioned him.”
Caught up in your thoughts as you were, you completely ignored the implications in their comments.
“ Thanks for being honest, boys. I will talk to him later, maybe a private conversation would work better to make him favorable to your purpose.”
At least you tried so, but he began to ramble about fighting a cultural battle that needed loyal soldiers as soon as you brought the issue. His crusade against popularity was bigger than anything and he clearly interpreted it in a very all or nothing way. Despite you were understanding of his viewpoint, you promised the youngsters to intercede in their favor and you did your best.
“ No offense, Eds, but sometimes you can be full of bullshit. “ You cut him off. “ And with that I mean you are not being strategic, not even from a military standpoint. The enemy nation is stronger than us and with better socio-cultural resources, we can’t beat them by force. Our way should be subtle cultural infiltration, to get them like a parasite corrupting their structures without their acknowledgment. Sinclair could be the key to start a secret invasion and we should encourage his double filiation instead of contributing to its destruction. If one of us mixes with them, the cultural exchange could benefit our public image.”
Although nicely articulated, the speech didn’t convince him much.
“ We don’t need their validation, our level of underclass is way beyond that.”
“ They define the legitimate practices of the school environment, we have to cause an impact in their culture if we want to redefine the rules. “ You corrected, amazed for how well you were pulling that argument.
Maybe you would have done well at debate, although you clearly weren't that good because your conclusion missed the point speaking more of you than of your defended ones.
“ The kid has the highest chances for that, it’s not like I can try to set bridges with the cheerleaders. They hold the beauty standard and I don’t even fit in my own uniform.”
Aggressively pulling down the fabric of your shirt in a comically pointless attempt to make it fit as you thought it should didn’t cause the wanted effect. He wasn’t laughing, the anger became frustration as he attentively observed your struggle.
Eddie raised up to grab your hands and stop the mistreatment by himself.
“ You are challenging conventionalism, that’s why it looks so well like that. Conformity would be hiding your freaking amazing body in a tent-shaped shirt hoping the world won’t notice it’s different.”
You felt called out, but also very shocked by the direct meaning of his words. He sounded exasperated yet somewhat seductive and there was no mistake understanding it that time.
“ You mean it’s cool that I’m doing that, or you actually think I’m pretty?”
For him hearing you was very frustrating, he wondered how many years of social indoctrination had you endured to end up so blind to the beauty driving him mad.
“ Of course you are pretty!” Eddie insisted, a soft glimpse of desperation in his tone as he said it. “ You are our pretty girl, we are all lucky to have you among us and you make me the happiest. Since you are up for cultural translations, you bring the cheer factor to the club.”
The response got you more confused than the phrase itself.
“ You looked very cheerful to me from the very same day I met you, it’s not like you need me to cheer your campaigns.”
“ I need you more than what you could ever imagine.” He interrupted you, regretting the double meaning later.” You, my friend, possess all the virtues cheerleaders affirm themselves in on the foreign culture. You are positive, a team player, enthusiastic, dedicated and beautiful. What you bring to the table is the closest to cheering that Hellfire will ever have. "
Your silly giggling made him smile, satisfied with the outcome of his partial confession. However, he wasn’t expecting you would be trapping him in a frontal hug.
“ Eddie, you are so sweet!” You whispered to him in gratitude. “ That’s the nicest thing I have ever heard! How did it occur to you?”
His capacity for thinking was completely blocked by the sudden sensation of your body gently pushing against his.
“ You are an unlimited source of inspiration, sweetheart… Wanna know something more I have been thinking?”
Your eyes were back at him, head nodding affirmatively as you awaited for it.
“ You know, cheerleaders are pretty girls doing acrobatics while wearing short skirts and guys in the crowd go insane about them while they cheer for their jock boyfriends… It’s basically a power display reinforcing the hierarchy… Do you promise me you are not going to hate me if I continue?”
Your smile reassured him to close his point.
“ The power those girls have in their short skirts, you have in that tight shirt, and you are ours. “
His glance was locked in your chest and the heat in your face became unbearable.
“ Eds… My eyes are up here.”
“ I made my choice…”
The chuckling he caused made him aware you were enjoying the attention and that only encouraged him to escalate laying his head on your chest.
“ This is the most comfy pillow I have ever tried, I could fall asleep like this.”
His goofiness allowed him to get away with it, you were very pleased following his jokes and enjoying every instant of his praise. The most obvious outcome of your fortuitous talk was witnessing a great confidence boost in your attitude leading to unimaginable consequences.
The whole table went dead silent when you saluted Chrissy Cunningham as she passed by in the cafeteria and she responded to you kindly. When confronted about it, you simply said you have been approaching her asking for advice because you were working on how to translate the moral principles of cheering to the club’s language and she didn’t mind indulging your respectfull curiosity.
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It's like 6am now but brain is Thonking Things and I gotta get them out before I forget them
The thought of the day is: getting pregnant with twins
I just know oda would be the happiest out of them all to find that out, like we were supposed to have only one child but now we're getting a bonus one too?? We get to take care of two more kids?? Best day of his life. As soon as you tell him you're gonna have twins I can see him looking at you with his usual neutral face like this 😐 while you can hear the cogs spinning in his brain for a moment as he processes what you said fdjsjdj then a moment later he comes to terms with the fact that the two of you have really been blessed and he hugs you close to himself and tells you how happy he is and how much he loves you with a bit of a wobbly voice bc he's just that happy🥺 the next day he's going to his usual restaurant to tell the owner and the orphans how they're going to have two new friends soon
Dazai would be kinda shocked bc we're gonna have two mini demons running around the house instead of just one??? Am I gonna have to share my belladonna's affections with both of them??? On the outside he's going to act like a clown as usual, telling everyone in the ada about the news and having kunikida nag him for hours everyday bc DON'T YOU DARE MAKE YOUR CHILDREN BECOME SUICIDE MANIACS LIKE YOU!! cjsjsjs But on the inside, having a child with you was already a big choice that required lots of trust for him, but after he hears the news and accepts them he goes to oda's grave and tells him as well, he tells him that he's finally settled down with you and is going to have a family and how happy he is to get to do this this you. "I hope you're proud of me, Odasaku."
Chuuya was already reluctant having just one child with you bc he's a mafia executive and he knows his profession/position could endanger you (not that he'd ever let someone hurt you ofc) but then the two of you agreed to try and have one child to see how the situation would change. He didn't expect that at all when you told him you were having twins, he just stared at you with a mix of joy and shock and he didn't even know what to say. He didn't want to upset you so first he might go to kouyou to talk about his concerns, and after she reassures him that everything will be alright he comes back home and swears to himself to do everything he can to help you throughout the pregnancy and after the children are born. Once he's holding both of them for the first time in his arms he might try to act all tough but then he slowly breaks down into tears and cries with you
Now for fyodor, everything he does is calculated, so having you get pregnant might also have been a calculated act on his part. He decided that this time would be the best for the two of you to have a child bc his plans wouldn't interfere with the pregnancy and viceversa so he bred you extra hard yk djsksks what wasn't calculated tho was you having twins. He knew it was a possibility ofc but he didn't expect that to actually happen. He is obviously happy and gives you lots of praise and patience throughout the pregnancy, making sure your health is at its peak at all times and spoiling you with whatever you might want on your bad days. He might find it endearing when you're so close to crying bc your belly is too big and you can't koala-hug him on his lap anymore jdjsjsdjs you know that some people put headphones on their belly to make the child listen to music? He does that too with you but in the extra fancy way that is playing the cello next to your bed. I'm trying so hard to keep this sfw but my brain keeps chanting pregnancy sex pregnancy sex djdjsjdj
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my brain is also chanting pregnancy sex at all times always and forever. also everything utc because this got long as per usual
and you're so fucking right abt all of them kfljslf;ksjkd oda would be ECSTATIC because. idk if he necessarily wants a big family but he wants more than one, though the thought of you suffering multiple times for multiple babies is so painful for him. so the fact that you're getting TWO babies for the pain of only one pregnancy makes him soooo happy like it's probably everything he could've asked for. and when you're freaking out bc you were already worried about keeping up with care for one baby and now there's gonna be two, he easily calms you down and assures you he's gonna be there every single step of the way bc you're a team. and even tho any mention of the orphans fills me with debilitating pain it melts my fucking heart thinking abt how over the moon they'd be esp because they rarely see oda that happy. he would ADORE your body too
like you said with dazai it definitely would take a LOT of trust and chewing on the idea for him to even be willing to try for a baby, and that's with expecting only one at a time lskfjskd and i can see him only wanting one in general. he'd so paint on a dazai-typical happy silly face for his coworkers but yeah it'd be a pretty major internal struggle for him at first. and all of the agency is a little bit scared bc they could barely picture dazai with one kid but now he's gonna have 2 LMAO but they know you well and trust that you'll raise them well. and you know that dazai's heart is so big and he's such a good guy that'd genuinely want the best for his babies and would work so hard to be a good father, probably thinking of odasaku and what he would do a lot. and the thought of him sitting at his grave to tell him is fr tearing me apart that fucking hurts lfdsjsdkl i can see him bringing a bottle of liquor and pouring two glasses, just talking like. "two! crazy, isn't it? i think you'd be a great uncle." and he'd definitely tell his kids allll about their uncle oda </3
ur right because chuuya would act so brave but would fucking flip out - but he knows you're anxious as hell about it so you wouldn't hear a second of it. i agree i think that kouyou would be the first person he went to, like the only realistically responsible adult he knows flkadsfljdks when mori finds out he'll be so excited and want to dote all over them and have them play with elise but chuuya would be like only under my supervision you fucking weirdo LMAO he's a very smart guy who's amazing at troubleshooting and dealing with any situation but i think he struggles with it more in his personal life, though he'd find his footing eventually. he'd realize that the most important thing by far is supporting and helping you the whole way, doing anything and everything he can because whatever stress he's feeling you're definitely feeling tenfold. when chuuya loves he loves hard, and that applies to both you and his kids
i think fyodor would definitely be mostly prepared for the scenario of twins, but still be taken aback because he didn't quite expect it to actually happen aldfja;kdfj he would def spoil you to death even to the point where ur like i love you but chill. i think he'd be excited though. im guessing he's never had a loving, supportive family who genuinely cares for each other (and shows it) so i think (with time, i wouldn't say he's necessarily like this now) he'd be very happy to not only show love to a whole family but to receive it too. to be looked up to and revered with unconditional love by 2 babies is something unfathomable to him. he's similar to chuuya in that when he loves, he loves HARD. and every single waking second would be spent protecting you, which would obviously increase to protecting his 2 babies. it would be hard for him, but the now 3 of you are his entire world and he's very protective/possessive - no one is allowed to step anywhere near those kids for a while alkfjlskdjfds "can we please homeschool them?" "no. they're going to real school fedya." similar to oda but probably more so, he would absolutely adore and revere your changing body, would be absolutely obsessed with your growing baby bump that is obvi bigger with two babies. he wants to touch it and be near it and play music for it all the time, sometimes he talks to your stomach more than he talks to you aldsfjadslkj i love him so much :(
#i can't believe i kept this sfw#cw pregnancy#voices in my head#💍 demon#odasaku x reader#fyodor x reader#dazai x reader#chuuya x reader
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“When Taehyung realises that you call him Good Boy whenever he is being helpful, he can’t stop himself from being extra productive in the household.”
Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader
Genre: f2l!AU, Roommates to Lovers!AU, Romance, Smut
Warnings: sub!Taehyung, dom!Reader, major good boy kink, use of a collar & leash, pet play, puppy!Tae, mommy kink, oral (f.receiving), guided masturbation, edging, doggy style with a leash, thigh riding, safe sex, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), also Tae wears his glasses during sex omfg, slight gamer!Taehyung as well, they make out in his gaming chair while he plays a game omfg
Wordcount: 15.6k
a/n: I discovered a new kink with this story, send help, I also included one of the things I think about on a daily which is sitting down on Tae’s lap as he games and then kissing him. That shit haunts me omfg. Either wAY enough about my thirst jsjjfs I hope you guys can find joy in this lil story. Hehe ily 💜
~ To Index ~
Taehyung has many secrets. For example that he cheated on all of his exams and that he did so without ever getting caught. Another secret was his well hidden stash of candy in his room, which he fills up regularly with his favourite chocolates and sweet bonbons. He also never really told anybody about his fantasies to be the owner of an art gallery one day, because he thinks that it is a very silly dream to have.
But his biggest secret is most definitely the fact that he loves being called a good boy. This is something he will truly never ever tell anyone, not even his diary. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is.
You had many secrets as well. For example that you go to the library not to read but to snack on those really yummy fruit bonbons it offered. Another secret was your very secret collection of said bonbons in the inner pocket of all your jackets. You also never really told anybody about your desires to become a self-sustaining cottage owner, because you think that this is a very weird fantasy to have.
But your biggest secret is most definitely the fact ever since a few months, you had an obsession with cute, puppy boys. This is something you will truly never ever tell anyone, not even your best friend. That is just how secret of a secret that secret truly is.
Coincidentally Taehyung, owner of many secrets and you, owner of just as many secrets, were living together. Roommates. That is the official term of what you and him were. Roommates, who just so happen to be friends as well.
You and him weren’t always friends. You actually became friends after you became roommates seven years ago when you and him were in your first semester of college and in desperate need of someone to share your city’s outrageous rents with.
You and him shared a homely apartment in a relatively calm neighborhood. It was located on the fifth floor and had west-facing windows, overlooking not only the park but also the sundown. The living room and kitchen were separated and both you and him had your own spacious room. The bathroom you had to share, but that was never really a problem. Taehyung liked to shower in the morning and you liked to shower in the evening and both you and him made sure not to leave any hair in the drain or on the sink. The bathroom really wasn’t a problem. The kitchen however was.
“Taehyung”, you enter his room without knocking. Taehyung closes his door when he wants to be left alone or for you to knock. If the door is open you can come inside unannounced.
“Yes?” he pauses his game and takes off his headphones.
“Do you see that?” you ask, lifting an empty mug.
“Ah yeah”, he says and laughs nervously, “I know what you’re gonna say.”
“Yeah exactly, why is it in the sink when the dishwasher is literally right next to it?” you say, tangling the mug from your fingers.
Taehyung stands up and fetches it from your fingers.
“Sorry, I was super stressed and didn’t have any time to put it away. I was gonna clean it later.”
“You were not stressed and you were not gonna clean it later”, you say, following him out of his room to the kitchen.
“I was! I really was”, he insists with a pout.
He is by the dishwasher, placing the mug in the basket while looking at you. You are standing in the doorway, leaning against it with your arms crossed in front of your chest and eyes locked on him.
“Sure, that’s why five other mugs are in the sink.”
He laughs awkwardly and then begins putting them away, doing so with his big eyes sneaking glances at you every now and then.
He closes the dishwasher once finished and then turns to you with his fingers folded in the front.
"I finished it", he murmurs shyly.
Something weird overcomes you in this moment, the same thing which has tickled your tongue ever since you found out your obsession with subby pups. You never acted on it, because it is a very weird thing to do to your friend and roommate, but today the itch is so big you can’t stop yourself from giving in. He just looks so…cute with his oversized jumper and his fluffy hair and those sweet eyes of his'
“Good boy”, you say, hating yourself instantly. You were right, it was really weird to say.
“Uh”, Taehyung blinks rapidly, tugging at the collar of his jumper, “s-sure uhm, I’m in my room again.”
He hurries past you with his cheeks glowing crimson, leaving you to wallow in self-hatred because this was so weird. You hear the door close and only then do you let out a groan.
“Why did I say that? This was so inappropriate.”
But it did kind of feel exciting to do. Good boy. You never called someone like this before and now that you did, it feels so tingly in your chest.
“Oh god, I’m so dirty”, you whisper, fleeing the crime scene to go for a walk instead.
Taehyung was very glad you went for a walk today as he closed his door for one super-duper secret and dirty secret.
You meet him again in the kitchen the next morning. It isn’t uncommon that you and Taehyung often go days without interacting with each other, except for the quick “good morning” and “I’ll be off, bye”. You live your life and Taehyung lives his life and sometimes that means days of no contact between you and him. It wasn’t weird or peculiar or felt wrong, it was just how you and him had always treated your status as roommates. In the beginning when you and him were still shy around each other, it was stronger and quality time together wasn’t really on the agenda. But these days, seven years later and with so many memories connecting you and him, quality time together was on the schedule whenever both of you had time.
Today wasn’t such a day, you had a few errands to run and just came to the kitchen to get breakfast.
“Good morning”, you greet him.
“Oh hey! Morning”, he greets you, lifting his head from his phone. He pushes the plate of hotteok over the table, “I made you breakfast.”
“Wow, thanks you’re an angel”, you say, digging in right away.
Taehyung watches you chew over the brim of his blackframed glasses.
“What’s your plan today?” he asks.
“Oh nothing much, I have to leave in twenty because of errands, but I should be back for dinner.”
“Ah, I see. That’s nice.”
“You?”
“I’m having a lazy day. Charley hasn’t sent me her videos yet so I have to wait for her to send them.”
“Mhm, it’s always the same with her.”
“Yeah, but hey. It’s not my fault, she’s the one paying.”
You chuckle and agree with a nod.
Taehyung worked as a freelance video editor for countless gaming Youtubers. Charley, she played Minecraft videos on her channel, was one of his employers. Taehyung likes to describe his style of editing as sophisticated with a hint of crackhead and it was loved by many viewers, you included.
“Anyways”, you finish your coffee halfway, “I’m already running late, so I gotta go. Bye, see you.”
“Good luck! See you!” Taehyung calls after you.
The kitchen is cleaned when you come home. The counters are wiped and the sink is vast of dishes.
“Huh?” you gasp.
This is the first time in seven years that Taehyung didn’t leave the dishes in the sink. Truly, this is like witnessing the eighth world wonder.
“Taehyung!” you call out, running to his room.
The door is closed so you knock.
“Come in!” he calls out.
“Taehyung.”
He hits save on his keyboard and takes off his headphones. There was his favourite editing program on his screen, which means Charley sent him the videos.
“Yup?” he asks.
“Are you feeling alright?”
“Uuuuh yes? I guess? My eyes hurt, but other than that I’m fine. Why?” he says, taking off his glasses to massage his eyes.
“You cleaned the dishes.”
“Ah that”, he laughs shyly, “yeah I did.”
He puts his glasses back on and gives you a proud grin. The kind that makes his cheeks stick out.
You study him from head to toe. This is Taehyung. This is your friend and roommate. And said roommate has cleaned the dishes.
“Thank you, that’s nice of you”, you say, eyeing him suspiciously.
It seems that for a second he is pouting, which confuses you just that much more.
“Of course, don’t mention it”, he murmurs and then turns his attention back to his computer. He huffs out air, hitting the keys rather harshly.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Mhm-hm yeah”, he says and nods his head.
“Uuuh, okay”, you back out of his room, “I’ll be making dinner now. Want some?”
“Yup, thank you.”
“Huh, yeah”, you murmur, keeping your eyes locked on his face until the door closes.
So Taehyung did the dishes and then pouted when you thanked him. What does this mean?
The sink isn’t empty the next time Taehyung has dishwasher duty. As a matter of fact, it is basically spilling over in dirty dishes. The view shouldn’t surprise you, but it does because Taehyung left you in the impression that he had changed his habit.
You walk back to the living room where the latter was currently watching something on Netflix.
“Hey uhm Tae?”
“Mhm?”
“The dishes aren’t in the dishwasher yet.”
“Okay? It’s your turn today”, he murmurs.
“Nuh-uh today’s Wednesday, it’s your turn.”
He looks at you with big eyes, “it’s Thursday.”
“No, it’s Wednesday.”
He checks his phone, “crap.”
You have never seen a man stumble off a couch faster than Taehyung. You follow him and watch as he loads the dishwasher in record speed.
“I did it”, he announces, looking at you with big eyes.
“Thank you Tae”, you say and clear your throat. Okay here goes nothing, “good boy.”
He nods his head vigorously, “of course! Don’t mention it!” he exclaims happily and then hurries back to the living room with a happy skip in his steps.
You follow him with your eyes, touching your chest right where your heart is racing. So this just happened. Again.
The next time his dishwasher duty is due the sink is already empty when you enter the kitchen. Taehyung is sitting by the table, looking at his phone. He waits for you to notice the empty sink with bated breath.
“Oh?”
He tenses up.
“You loaded the dishwasher already?”
“Huh?” he turns around, “of course I did”, he says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
“Damn, thanks."
Your eyes meet. He seems to be expecting something. Oh if only his eyes weren’t always so bright and sparkly, maybe then those urges would be easier to bear.
"Good boy”, you murmur and then hurry out of the kitchen with your head hanging low.
Taehyung waits until he can hear your door close and then he giggles, hiding his burning cheeks behind his hands.
In the coming weeks Taehyung surprises you with outstanding domestic skills. He is vacuuming the floors almost daily, he helps you with the laundry, he loads the dishwasher and even takes over your grocery shopping duties.
You can’t quite figure out what caused this change in character, but you knew that he was so precious and so hardworking that you needed to call him a good boy whenever he finished a task. Taehyung never told you that it was weird and you found great enjoyment in those words, so you acted all nonchalant about it, hoping that Taehyung wouldn’t figure you out.
It was your one month anniversary of calling Taehyung a good boy whenever he was being productive and you and the man of the hour were currently hunched over a pile of laundry. You on the couch folding socks and Taehyung on the floor folding shirts.
Music is playing. Jazz. Like always when you and him hang out together. Ever since he began helping you fold the laundry, you and him also made it your habit of singing together to the songs. It was always so much fun and made both of you giggle and laugh.
Taehyung finishes another shirt and places it on his shirt pile. He lifts his gaze, looking at you expectantly.
"I'm done. Can I have another shirt?"
"Oh already? Goddamn you’re so fast. Here you go, three more shirts."
"Thank you", Taehyung accepts them and begins folding them, humming happily as he does.
You sneak a glance his way. This new Taehyung is messing with your heart. You began to feel it ever since three weeks. When you look at him, your heart races and when he enters a room you automatically sit up straighter to look prettier for him. You never felt like this before. At least not for him. Yes, you were aware of the fact that Taehyung is single handedly the most beautiful man you have ever seen. But you never felt your heart flutter when you looked at him. And yet ever since three weeks, his presence is haunting your daydreams and his personality is making your heart flutter.
Taehyung places the neatly folded shirt on your shirt pile and begins with folding the next one.
You break your eyes away from him, looking at the socks in your fingers. Your cheeks feel hot, your pulse is racing.
And now look at you, you are stealing glances his way and developed an unhealthy obsession with calling him good boy.
Thump.
"Ah crap", you exclaim, watching the once neatly stacked pile of socks roll all over the floor after you knocked them over with your elbow.
"Don't worry, I’ll fetch them", he says and begins crawling through your living room to collect all of the socks.
You can’t help yourself. You have to stare, gawk at him with your stomach twisting and turning funnily. So not only is Taehyung crawling on the floor like a puppy but he also used the word fetch to describe the action of picking up socks.
It is like he wants to make your life harder, as if he is trying to make you develop very confusing feelings for him.
Taehyung brings over four of the seven pairs, dropping them on your lap. He looks at you with big, round eyes and gives you a smile.
"I...uh.." your voice is hoarse, your pulse irregular.
Taehyung turns and crawls away again, fetching the last three pairs. He works diligently, even going so far as to carry one of them between his teeth.
The sight almost makes you faint. Since when is he so hot?
Taehyung puts the two socks on your lap and then goes to place the last pair right next to your leg with the help of his mouth, looking at you with sparkling eyes.
You gulp, studying his features.
Taehyung tilts his head to the side, giving you the impression of a curious puppy.
"Uhm…." you swallow heavily, "good boy."
Taehyung nods his head vigorously and sits back on his heels. His cheeks are crimson. Your face feels on fire.
You avert your gaze back to the socks and take a deep breath.
You sneak a glance his way, realising that he is looking at you. That quickly changes however, his gaze flitting to his lap and cheeks becoming even redder.
You clear your throat, looking at the sock he carried in his mouth. There is a slight wet stain on the fabric where his tongue touched it. You gulp, rubbing your legs together and hoping that Taehyung can’t see it. This is going to haunt you.
It was a Friday. Seven thirty. You and Taehyung are on your way to a shared friend’s house party.
Park Jimin.
He was the one who introduced you and Taehyung to each other and once upon a time he was your third roommate until he found a girlfriend and moved in with her. It was said girlfriend’s birthday today and as a celebration she invited their shared friends over to their place.
You and Taehyung happen to be part of those shared friends and prepared the best present in history for her. That’s what Taehyung called it with a happy grin when he helped you wrap it. You called him a good boy when he helped and it made him gaze at you with his pretty eyes so prettily that you felt dizzy for a second.
Namjoon, yet another shared friend, opens the door.
“Guys! Hey, you’re the last ones to arrive. Like always”, he greets you with a smile.
“I know, blame Tae. He took ages getting ready”, you say, giving Taehyung a teasing pat on the back.
“Hey! You took ages choosing shoes”, he complains with a pout.
You cackle, pulling him closer by his waist, “I know, sorry Tae. I’m just teasing.”
Taehyung sneaks a glance your way and then pats your upper back with a fond smile on his lips.
Namjoon studies you and Taehyung with an exasperated sigh leaving his lips. Him and the other guys are having a bet going on about how long it will take the two of idiots to realise the very obvious feelings both had for the other. That bet was made three years ago and back then Namjoon had said four months. Oh how wrong he was.
“Come in guys, the food’s been ready since ten. We started eating without you, but I know you don’t mind”, he says and then leads you to the kitchen.
"We don’t, I hope you didn’t start unwrapping the presents without us though", you say, walking to the dining room with your hand on Taehyung's lower back.
"No she waited, don’t worry", Namjoon assures you, eyeing your hand with itchy fingertips. He just wants to go over there and make you and Taehyung kiss each other. Oh, he is so angry. How can two people be so oblivious?
"Guys! Finally you are here!" Jimin notices your presence before Namjoon can go through with his plan, "come, sit. We kept you two seats next to each other."
You play charades and trivia after dinner. The teams are separated into pairs of fours. Jimin and his girlfriend teamed up with Seokjin and his wife. Yoongi and Namjoon insisted on being on one team, oh yeah and their wives could join too. Which left you and Taehyung to take up the only other single people in the room, Jungkook and Hoseok. Which was great, because Hoseok was incredible in trivia and Jungkook was an ace in charades. With your impressive acting skills and Taehyung’s wit, your team sure will be unbeatable.
It was Jimin’s turn to act. His keyword was apple and he is doing a terrible job at portraying it. His teammates are yelling everything except the right thing while Jimin grows more and more frustrated with them and the rest of you more and more amused.
“Pumpkin!” Seokjin yells.
“No hyung”, Jimin whines, biting into an invisible apple, “who eats pumpkin like that? Nobody. This is clearly not a pumpkin!”
“Pear!”
“No this-”
“Hey! Park Jimin, no talking”, Yoongi throws in teasingly, making the rest of you cackle.
Jimin gives up in the end and it was your turn to guess. You volunteer to act while the others were guessing and just as you had thought, your team was invincible. You just had to make your first move and Taehyung already screamed the right answer. In the end you ended up guessing ten things and you would have ended up guessing eleven things if the time hadn’t run out.
“Yes!” you and Taehyung high-five each other, keeping your fingers intertwined afterwards as you watch the other group try and beat your highscore.
"Did you see how well I guessed?" Taehyung asks, leaning closer to you.
"I did, you were such a good boy."
Taehyung looks beyond devoted, eyes sparkling and lips parting in a smile. You look at his lips and gulp. He is so close. His lips look so tempting. Oh, what is happening to you?
You don’t see it, but Seokjin and Jimin began whispering to each other. They are currently debating if tonight was the night or not. Jimin says yes, Seokjin says no. Then it was already their turn again after the team before them managed to get six.
“Alright, get ready for a miracle you guys”, Seokjin says.
“Sure I’d like to see you try”, you say, laughing.
In the time the other team needs to land their guesses, Jungkook had stood up to get new drinks for all of you. He hands them out as the game is being played. He reaches your team last, giving Hoseok his drink first.
“Thanks bro”, Hoseok murmurs, eyes glued to Seokjin acting out Gorilla in a Zoo.
“Here noona”, Jungkook says, giving you your glass of mimosa.
“Oh? You made me a drink? Good boy”, you say absentmindedly and accept it. You didn’t even really register what you said, but Jungkook did.
He laughs.
Taehyung’s hand leaves your grasp, which you don’t find peculiar because he often stops holding hands when he feels like it.
“Damn noona, if you keep calling me good boy I’ll start being your butler more often”, Jungkook says.
He was joking and you know that he was joking and so you laugh before rolling your eyes at him. He doesn’t need to know that you idiot called him a good boy because it became such a habit to praise someone after they finished a task. Taehyung made you do it, him and his very productive, cute ass. You are glad that Jungkook saw it as nothing but a joke.
Jungkook laughs too and then turns his attention to Taehyung.
“Here hyung your mimosa”, he says with a smile.
“Thanks”, Taehyung hisses, carrying anger on his features. He downs the drink, grinding his teeth afterwards.
"Are you alright?" Jungkook asks.
You look at Taehyung. He notices, jaw tense.
"I'm alright, just alcohol, man."
"I get that", Jungkook agrees and then sits down.
Taehyung scoffs and grinds his teeth. It is the most confusing thing to witness.
That was the moment Taehyung began acting weird for the rest of the night. He didn’t highfive you after winning yet another round of charades, he didn’t even try to guess in the first place and Jungkook had to take over in his state. And later when your category in trivia came up, he excused himself to the toilet and didn’t come back until the round was already over. It was really peculiar because Taehyung loved charades and trivia. It wasn’t like him to act so indifferent about it, but when you asked him if something was bothering him, he denied it. It was truly the most peculiar of things.
It was way past midnight when Jimin sent his guests home. Namjoon and Yoongi shared a cab home, oh yeah and their wives could come too. Seokjin and his wife came by car, taking Hoseok and Jungkook with them. Which leaves you and Taehyung to stumble down the road to find the next cab. You shared it in silence, which wasn’t anything peculiar if Taehyung hadn’t been acting that weirdly the entire night.
"Dog! Called it!" you exclaim, reaching over to pinch his arm.
It was a silly game you and him invented on one of your road trips to the ocean. When you see a dog you have to scream "dog, called it" and then pinch the other. It always manages to make you laugh.
You giggle, looking at Taehyung as you expect him to retort it. That game surely will manage to cheer him up tonight as well.
He however moves his arm away and turns a cold shoulder to you.
Your laughter stops.
He even has his jaw clenched.
"What's wrong? Why are you not laughing?" you ask him.
Taehyung stays silent.
You poke his arm repeatedly.
"What's wrong Tae?" you ask him.
He flinches away, even going so far as to cover his arm with his hand.
"Tell me what's wrong."
He punishes you with silence and a frown.
You huff out air, falling back into your seat.
The rest of your drive you spend in deafening silence.
You and Taehyung share the cab fare. You also walk to the apartment next to each other, but don’t talk. It makes your stomach twist and turn uncomfortably because drunk walks home are usually filled with cackles and silly jokes. But tonight Taehyung stays as silent as a stone.
Taehyung unlocks the door. You use the opportunity to wiggle between him and the door. His eyes lock with yours right away.
"Tell me what's wrong", you order, lulling the words.
Taehyung averts his gaze and tenses his jaw.
"Taehyung please, I hate the silent treatment."
He stays silent.
You touch his chest. It makes him tense and his heart skip a beat.
"What did I do?"
The door unlocks. You stumble closer, running your hands over his neck until you can play with his hair.
"Tell me what I did, please", you whisper, leaning closer. You know that you might be crossing the line right now. You have never been that close to his lips before. But you are drunk and desperate and that was a terrible combination.
Taehyung sneaks a glance at your lips.
"Don't do this, you’re drunk", he presses out, wiggling himself past you into the apartment.
You won’t see him for the rest of the night, locked up in his room he will leave you raking your brain for what you possibly could have done to anger him.
You wake up with the worst hangover in human history. You don’t have to throw up, because that is not your type of hangover, but your head feels like ten air hammers were going off inside of it. You also were very hungry for the greasiest food ever.
Massaging your temples, you drag yourself to Taehyung's room. Sleep must have helped with his bad mood, you are sure of it. He will definitely help you cook if you ask him.
You knock twice, not really expecting an answer because if he didn’t want you to enter he would say no.
But because you don’t hear a no, you enter.
The room smells of alcohol and not enough oxygen. Taehyung is slumbering with his body buried under the blanket. Only his left foot was sticking out.
"Taehyung", you greet him, plopping down on his body, "wake up Tae."
Taehyung groans.
"I'm so hungover", you grumble, wiggling on top of him.
It earns you another very sleepy groan by him.
"And I'm so hungry too, oh my god", you whine to which Taehyung hums tiredly.
You pat his back and roll off of him. You are facing him that way. With one gentle tug on the blanket you expose his face to your view. He has his eyes closed, drooling from his parted lips. His cheek is squished and his hair ruffled.
"Noo, too bright", he whines, reaching for the blanket but in his delirious state misses. So he drops his hand on the mattress, furrowing his brows and pouting.
"Tae, I want greasy fries with burgers. Help me make them."
He reaches for the blanket again.
"Make them yourself", he grumbles, tugging the blanket back over his face.
You still, blinking in confusion. Since when is he refusing to help?
You try to tug the blanket down again, but Taehyung is stronger, keeping it on his face. You give up with a huff of air, dropping your hand on the mattress and pouting.
"Are you still mad at me?"
He hides more of his face behind the blanket.
"What the hell?" you whine, "what did I do?"
Taehyung gives you the perfect silent treatment. And by perfect we mean that not even his breathing was audible.
"What did I do?" you stress, shaking him by his arm.
Taehyung just flips over, presenting his back to you.
"You are so mean, I don’t even know what I did wrong", you press out, rolling out of his bed to storm out of his room. You slam the door as you leave it.
You ignore each other for the rest of the day. Taehyung also refuses to help multiple times. When you ask him for help with the laundry, he says he is busy. When you ask him for assistance with hanging the curtains, he tells you that you can handle it alone. And when you ask him to vacuum the floors, he straight up says no and then leaves for a run (he hates runs).
It continues the next day. Taehyung doesn’t even help you prepare breakfast, let alone make a little lunchbox for later. You have a horrible time during your errands because of it.
You come home grumpy and annoyed. The pile of old newspapers, you asked him to throw out, was still resting beside the door.
"Taehyung!" you call out angrily.
You know that he was home because his shoes were here. He doesn’t answer you.
You stomp off to his room angrily, calling out his name again.
He lifts his gaze from his game when he notices you come in, but shifts it back to it a second later.
"I don't know what shitass game you are playing, but you can stop with it", you spit.
"Actually, Battlefield is a really fun game", he murmurs coldly, eyes racing over the screen.
You round his table in heavy steps, placing yourself right beside him. His character was currently running through some fields.
"Stop playing."
"No."
"Well, I’m not gonna have this conversation with you if you gawk at this screen."
"Then don’t have it, what do I care?"
"What the hell man? What’s your problem?"
He stays silent. From his headphones you hear faint gunshots as he fires at some enemies.
"Your behaviour lately isn’t okay."
He lifts his brows but it looked more mocking than acknowledging.
"Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you."
Taehyung doesn’t grant you a look.
"Taehyung."
Silence. All you can hear are his teammates.
"Yo man, is that your girlfriend?" "Why are you ignoring your girl dude?" "Bro, yoooo. Trouble in paradise." Someone laughs.
"Shut up", Taehyung says into the microphone and mutes it afterwards.
The laughter in his headphones grows. Taehyung just frowns.
"Taehyung what did I do? Why are you punishing me with silence and laziness?"
"Can I play my game please?"
"No! Why are you doing this to me? What did I do? I asked you to please throw those magazines away and you didn’t. Why are you doing this?"
He sneaks a glance your way.
"If you want them gone so badly, ask Jungkook. I'm sure he'll be happy to help."
You close your mouth, blinking at him in utter confusion.
"What…..the hell….what does Jungkook have to do with this?"
Taehyung shrugs his shoulders and turns back to his game. He turns the volume of it up, drowning out your voice.
You leave his room, feeling close to tears in frustration and with your head aching as it is trying to come up with answers. You spend the rest of your sad night reliving the events of the house party over and over again.
You knock twice. It was eight past one and you couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts kept you awake. You weren’t any wiser than five hours ago.
You enter his room on your tiptoes. Taehyung was still gaming, having exchanged his contact lenses for his glasses by now. Faint gunshots were dancing in the air. He sees you come in, but doesn’t acknowledge you.
"Taehyung", you murmur sadly.
He ignores you.
"I can't sleep."
He ignores you.
"I can't figure out what you meant by it."
He ignores you.
You crawl on his lap, which makes Taehyung inhale sharply and his eyes flit to you for only a moment.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asks as this was something you had never done before. Except once when you and him waited for a cab after getting drunk in a club. It was a very weird evening, very confusing as well, so you and Taehyung agreed on never ever talking about it again.
You ignore his question and wiggle yourself between his arms, plopping your head down on his chest. He smells so nice even when you are still frustrated with him. His heart was also beating surprisingly quickly.
"Please tell me. Please", you beg, voice dripping in exhaustion.
He ignores you, shifting on his chair. You can hear his teammates again.
“Yo bro is your girl back?” “Are you guys still fighting?” “She’s on your lap, isn’t she?”
He mutes his microphone without answering them.
“Dude, just muted his mic.” “You think they’re fucking now?” “Definitely, bet she needs to take that anger out.” Someone says “eww sex before marriage” before cackling loudly.
You truly try to ignore them because you are pretty sure that Taehyung isn’t aware of the fact that you can hear them. Holy fuck though, your stomach is twisting in the funniest of ways.
Taehyung shifts and clears his throat rather awkwardly. You sneak a glance up at him, realising that he is looking at you. Your stomach tingles, your heart skips a beat.
“Tell me Tae. Was it because of the charades we played?"
"No."
"Then the trivia?"
"No."
"Taehyung seriously, just tell me", you say, almost sobbing the words.
He stays silent for a moment. The gunshots stop and turn into the roaring of a tank.
"I'm literally begging you", you try, resting your head back on his chest and hooking your fingers behind his neck. You were being so greedy right now, holding him as if he was your boy. You know that it was wrong to do, especially in such a serious situation, but oh my god you were so tired and exhausted and he feels so warm and smells so nice and comforts you so much.
Taehyung inhales. It makes your head lift with it. Then he exhales, making your head sink with it.
"I thought you meant it and yet you just say it to everybody."
"What's it? What are you talking about?"
"Good boy."
"Good boy?" you lift your head, "what the hell do you mean good boy? What does Jungkook have to do with this? Why are you-" you stop as everything inside your brain falls into place.
How Taehyung became more active in the household ever since you started to call him a good boy. How he waited for that praise with sparkling eyes. How you called Jungkook a good boy on instinct and how Taehyung began to act weird ever since then.
"Holy shit Tae. You-", you clear your terribly dry throat, "-did you take this seriously?"
His eyes are on his game in an instant. He looks beyond embarrassed.
"Wait, hold up, wait. You took this seriously didn’t you? You thought that I was being serious."
He grows smaller on the chair, features filling with heartbreak.
"Holy shit, you saw more behind it. Didn’t you?"
"Please leave", he presses out with a shaky voice.
"You thought that I was being serious and when I called Kook a good boy too, you felt your whole worldview shatter. It's that, isn’t it? That’s why you’re mad at me because I called Kook a good boy."
"Leave, please."
"No, I’m not gonna leave. Not when you drop that bomb of a secret on my lap. Taehyung look at me."
Taehyung shakes his head.
"Look at me."
He shifts his gaze, locking eyes with you. You take a deep breath.
"Good boy", you say, watching his reaction.
He tries not to show it but his breathing quickens and his legs squirm under your weight.
He scoffs and looks away.
"You're so mean", he whispers.
"I'm serious."
Taehyung looks at you in confusion.
"What does this mean to you? Do you see it as something more?" you ask him.
He looks away and begins playing his game. He is frowning as he does.
"Taehyung my dude, I am literally trying to fix this here. But if you keep giving me the silent treatment, I can't."
He grinds his teeth.
"What good does it do for you to ignore me? You don’t even know my stance on this whole thing."
He shifts his eyes to you.
"Does it mean more to you?"
He looks back at his game. He nibbles on his lower lip nervously and nods his head.
"Holy crap."
Silence. The screaming and fighting of the game feels taunting in the silence. Looking at Taehyung feels different all of a sudden. Exciting. It feels exciting to look at him. You squeeze his thighs between your legs as you shift on his lap. You touch him, making him tense up. His chest then up to his shoulders. Lingering. Taehyung takes quick breaths, mirroring your own breathing.
"Is this a kink thing or a romantic thing?" you ask him, staring at his lips.
"Both", his voice was so inaudible that it looked like he was merely mouthing the word.
"Goddamn."
Taehyung shifts uncomfortably. You are suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you are sitting on his lap and that he has his arms around you and that you are touching him. Taehyung likes you and likes being called good boy. You did things to him whenever you called him those two words. Holy shit.
“Are you into me, Tae?”
He looks at you and frowns angrily.
“Can you just piss off? Stop making fun of me, it hurts me” he hisses and pushes you not so softly. It is obvious that he is very embarrassed right now.
You hook your fingers behind his neck.
“I’m into you”, you tell him.
Taehyung stops pushing you, blinking in confusion.
"And I called you good boy because I have a thing for it”, you confess, looking at his lips, “and maybe that was my secret yet very selfish attempt to pretend like we were more than friends.”
Taehyung gawks at you with widened eyes.
"You never corrected me or told me to stop and in those moments….” you touch his neck tentatively, “…in those moments I liked to pretend as if we were dating.”
Taehyung's mouth falls open.
"I actually joked when I called Kook a good boy, but yours…", you lean in closer, "...yours meant more."
He lets out a breathy laugh.
“Are you messing with me?” he asks, voice shaking in excitement.
“No, I’m serious”, you answer him, mesmerised by his lips.
Taehyung licks his lips and swallows heavily.
“Holy fuck ___”, he rasps, reaching for your face. He cups it in his big hands, running his thumbs over your cheekbones.
You lean closer, pulse racing in your chest and lips aching for a taste of him.
“Are you into me, Tae?” you rasp.
He tilts his head up, dark eyes glued to your lips.
“I’m so fucking into you”, he whispers.
You feel your stomach tingle and your heart flutter. You let out a soft moan, twisting your fingers in his hair.
"Me too, I’m so into you Tae", you breathe.
"Fuck ___ kiss me please", Taehyung moans softly, resting his hand on the back of your head.
You sigh his name and draw closer,
“Yo Taehyung, what are you doing man? You’re getting absolutely wrecked.” “He’s probably balls deep inside his girl.” "Oh they’re making babies right now, ohohoho."
You stop, looking into his eyes, “you know that I can hear your friends, don’t you?”
“You can?” he gasps, widening his eyes in shock.
“Mhm, yeah.”
“Fuck.”
He clicks a few buttons, leaving the game. You chuckle, taking the headphones off for him. He seems just slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.
“Sorry, they’re really childish sometimes.”
“It’s fine. You told them I’m your girl though?”
“I-I w-wasn’t I uh…sorry?”
“It's fine, kinda hot actually”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair before twisting it at the back and making him tilt his head up.
Taehyung lets out a soft moan, cupping your face between his big hands. He feels electric. You’re on his lap, touching him. This feels like ecstacy.
“Do you still want to kiss me, Tae?” you ask him, inches away from your sweetest temptation.
“Yeah, so fucking bad", he says, erasing the distance more and more.
“Tae…” you moan softly before claiming his lips in a passionate yet shy kiss.
He sighs your name, chasing you when you break the kiss a second later. Your eyes race between his'. You just kissed him. This actually just happened. You giggle, stumbling into another kiss. It is deeper than before, lasts longer too. You sigh and moan. You are kissing Taehyung. You are feeling his pretty, amazing, perfect lips in a kiss. You spent so many secret seconds gazing at them longingly and now you can finally kiss them. It makes you so, so happy.
And it turns you on. You are so turned on that it physically hurts to hold back and not rip the clothes off his stupidly hot body. Instead you run your hands over his torso, lingering on his lower stomach suspiciously long.
Taehyung sighs, rolling his hips to chase your touch. His heart is going haywire in his chest. He spent so many hours daydreaming about your kiss and now he experiences it. None of those daydreams could have ever prepared him for the real thing. This is epic and amazing and Taehyung feels hot between his legs.
You lift yourself only to be able to scoot closer. You sit down inches away from his crotch, grinding against his thigh. He moans, wrapping his arms around your body. The muscles in his arms tense and relax, his hands are running along the paths of your back. It is like he had wanted to touch you that way for ages and now that he finally can, he doesn’t quite know where to start.
You break the kiss just barely.
“I’m so into you Tae”, you rasp, twisting his hair at the nape of his neck, “seriously so fucking into you. I wanted to kiss you so many times before.”
“Me too”, he whispers, chasing your lips. He is successful, you let him kiss you gladly, moaning his name while pressing yourself closer to his chest.
Your heartbeats are matching in speed and somehow it draws you even closer. You swirl your hips over his crotch, barely using any pressure. He shivers, grabbing your ass unapologetically. The chair squeaks with each movement, the leather croaks as Taehyung squirms in the seat. You can see the lights change behind your closed eyelids, from silver to purple. You know that this means his screensaver just turned on, now illuminating your bodies in a sinful light.
You break the kiss, gazing at his illuminated features. There in the right corner of his lenses the screen was reflected. Purple screensaver. Just as you had thought. There was also the faint glimmering of his rainbow keyboard in the reflection.
"You're the hottest man ever, Tae", you whisper the words you had always wanted to tell him.
"I'm wearing my glasses though."
"That changes nothing", you breathe and touch his neck, "Tae...kiss me Tae."
He hooks his fingers behind your head and pulls you into a kiss, closing his eyes before your lips even touch. You sigh his name, finding his rhythm after a few seconds. Slow but oh so desperate. You are desperate too, getting lost in him until there is no going back. Moaning, you press yourself closer, making his growing hardness brush against your core.
“Mhm”, he lets out, gasping for air between kisses. You answer him with a slow roll of your hips, eliciting another moan from him.
You break the kiss because you just needed to look at him.
“Do you want this Tae?” you ask him.
“Yes. You?”
“Yes, so much”, you say.
“Fuck ___”, he rasps, hooking his arms under your legs and standing up to walk to his bed.
You giggle and kiss him needily, arms hooked behind his neck and fingers in his hair. His hands feel big and hot on your ass, holding you safely. His arms are tensed, making the sleeves of his tee stretch just slightly. He moves smoothly, taking the right steps in order not to bump into his furniture.
The kiss breaks as he sets you down on the mattress. He gives you enough time to make yourself comfortable on his pillows, crawling on top of you afterwards and lowering himself for another kiss.
You welcome him in your arms happily, running your fingers from his hair down to his ass repeatedly all while Taehyung is grinding his hips into yours in a steady rhythm. You are growing wetter by the second, his cock feels amazing against your core. Tongues are dancing with each other, your hands are busy with exploring his torso. It leaves your fingers tingling. He feels so good under your touch.
You and him break the kiss just to breathe. He smiles, you retort it. Then he is already kissing you again, sighing your name before parting his lips for your tongue.
You feel your veins fill with him. He tastes so much better than you could have ever dreamed of. Sweet. Like the candy he snacked on. And yet somehow there is a hint of Taehyung to the taste. It is a taste impossible to describe, all that was important was its addicting nature.
Taehyung moans into your mouth, rolling you and him over. He drags you on top of his lap. Like this you are resting against his chest, giving his rapidly hardening cock slow grinds while he is able to squeeze and massage your ass.
You roll your hips, Taehyung groans and bucks his hips up, chasing your warmth.
“Fuck”, you break the kiss, “I need you so bad.”
“T-the feeling’s mutual”, he presses out, fighting for air when you grind your hot core over his cockhead.
“Yeah? Wanna fuck?”
“Please.”
Your eyes meet. His pupils are dilated, his cheeks slightly rosy.
"This is like the weirdest shit we've ever said to each other", he says.
"Agreed. You want this, don’t you?"
"Of course, I’m just trying to make sense of it."
"Me too. Fuck Tae, you’re so hot", you tell him and sit back on his lap. You hook your fingers in the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head, doing so with an arch of your back. You are trying to give him a show.
“Okay, holy fuck”, Taehyung gasps, very much affected by said show as he feels his cock throb at the view of your naked breasts.
You shake your head twice to fix your messy hair and then throw the shirt on his floor. You sit back, keeping your back straight. He is gawking at your tits, having his hands pressed to his chest in tiny fists as if he was too afraid to touch you.
Adorable but also very hot.
“Your turn”, you tell him.
“O-okay”, Taehyung obeys, taking off his shirt as quickly as possible. He discards it on his floor then goes to fix his messy hair with his fingers. It is slightly tousled at the top, it suits him. Then he looks at you with big eyes.
You smirk, “good boy.”
Taehyung exhales shakily, squirming under your weight. Even his cock throbs in his grey sweats. You watched it happening and felt new arousal soak your panties.
“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” you ask him.
He nods his head vigorously, “c-can, can I show you something?” he stutters.
“Of course, show me.”
“I need to get up for a moment.”
You roll off his lap, resting back on his mattress. Taehyung stumbles to his closet and opens the left door. He pulls out the lowest drawer and takes out a black velvet bag. His hands are shaking slightly as he carries it back to bed.
“What’s in there?” you ask him.
“M-my weirdest secret. P-please don’t judge me”, he stutters.
“I’m not, show me.”
Taehyung opens the bag and reaches inside. He takes a deep breath, looking at your face. You are completely mesmerised by the bag. He exhales and then tugs whatever he was hiding to the light.
“Holy fuck.”
A black leather collar with silver metal accents and a big ring in the front. There was also a matching leather leash in his hand and two floppy dog ear hair clips. They matched his hair colour perfectly.
“I know it’s weird”, he murmurs shyly.
You literally feel how you have to rub your legs together, how your pussy throbs and how your skin prickles.
“Taehyung, holy fucking shit”, you press out, stumbling on his lap messily. You cup his face and kiss him sloppily.
He gasps, dropping what he was holding to hold your waist instead. He was ready for everything, he was ready for you to tell him that you changed your mind and that he was weird, he was ready for you to stand up and leave without saying another word, he was ready for being judged just as he always was. But he was not ready for you to kiss him as if your life depended on it and for you to rub your naked tits against his chest as if it was your only purpose. Taehyung feels breathless. You are into his weird kink.
"Fucking hell Tae, I’m so turned on", you moan and kiss him again.
Taehyung feels dizzy. His nipples are hardened, rubbing against the soft swell of your breasts. It makes his toes curl and his hands grope your perfect ass unapologetically.
You press yourself closer. You are so obsessed with him. He truly couldn’t get any better. Oh, how many men looked at you weirdly when you told them about your kink. And then there is Taehyung, presenting you the most beautiful leash and collar you have ever seen and on top of that, the cutest and fluffiest puppy ears you have ever seen.
"I'm so wet, you make me so wet", you pant, sucking his tongue into your mouth and making him moan throatily.
Your sensitive nipples feel like they are on fire, rubbing over his pecs. His chest has always been your weakness, but tonight it is ruining you. He is shirtless and you are shirtless and holy fuck you are so into him.
Taehyung presses you closer. Somewhere on your stomach you can feel cold metal dig into your skin and you know it to be the ring of his collar.
“Taehyung”, you moan, biting down on his lower lip.
Taehyung mewls, bucking his hips up.
You release his lip with a growl, dragging your thumb over the pulsating skin.
“You are literally such a good boy.”
He widens his eyes and breathes out shakily.
“Seriously, I’ve never been hornier before”, you say, abandoning his lips to dance your fingers down his torso.
He just keeps looking at you, doing so with awed devotion. That soon changes however when he hears the very familiar jingle of his collar being picked up. He sneaks a glance down, moaning loudly. His legs are restless underneath you, his chest heaves up and down quickly. The collar looks so good in your hands.
“Can I put this on you, puppy?”
Taehyung nods his head obediently, huffing out air as if he was a happy dog.
“Good boy”, you praise, placing the soft leather on his neck.
His eyes flutter closed, his lips parting in a moan. He is so excited that he begins soaking his sweats. It seeps right through your pants as well, lingering on your inner thigh like a wet stain of passion.
“Is it too tight?” you make sure as you secure the strap.
“No”, his voice is so raspy that it is barely recognizable. His hands are caressing your hips with utter devotion.
“Perfect”, you say and tug on the ring playfully.
Taehyung moans, tilting his head back slightly. He is looking at you, breathing quickly with the tip of his tongue peeking out from between his lips.
“You’re so hot”, you tell him.
He rubs his legs together.
"Can I put the ears on you?"
"Yes please", he pleads, presenting his empty hair to you.
You work with trembling fingers. Truly they have never trembled as much before. Just twice perhaps, once when you drank too much coffee and the second time was before your finals. This trembling surpasses both of those occasions however.
You are shirtless with Taehyung and put puppy ears on him. This is so exciting!
Taehyung lifts his head once the ears are on, giving you his best puppy face.
"Holy fuck", you murmur, feeling yourself get drawn in, "you are so cute! And hot! Oh my god, such a good boy!" you exclaim, feeling up his neck and shoulders.
Taehyung chases your touch greedily, gazing at you as if you were his epiphany. He is so happy and giddy inside.
“Can you follow commands?”
He grows restless at your question, nodding his head just once.
“Yeah? So you’re a well-trained puppy?”
He mewls softly, fighting with the urge to palm his cock over his sweats.
You get off his lap and turn to face him completely, sitting down on your feet. He tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy, making his floppy ears wiggle.
“Sit.”
Taehyung lets out a shy sound, which can only be interpreted as a tiny bark, and acts quickly. He stumbles to his knees and sits down on his heels. His balled fists are pressed into the mattress, his devoted eyes are looking at you.
“Good boy.”
He barks softly and sticks his tongue out slightly.
“Down.”
He obeys without question, lowering his torso to the mattress. He is resting in child's pose, toned back heaving up and down quickly. You swallow down the suffocating excitement in your throat and reach out to pet his hair.
Taehyung whimpers happily, wiggling his butt.
“Good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise, voice shaking in arousal.
Taehyung makes a happy sound, nuzzling his face into the mattress.
"Roll over."
Taehyung obeys gladly, rolling on his back. He keeps his arms tugged to his chest and his legs folded by his knees. His dark hair is sprawled on the mattress, hiding his floppy puppy ears. His sparkling eyes are glued to your face, looking so cutely devoted. He looks so tempting in this position as if he was just waiting for you to ruin him.
"Good boy", you praise, rubbing his tummy.
Taehyung wiggles happily, arching his back to chase your touch. His skin is burning up, his head is dizzy in the best way possible.
"Such a good boy", you rasp, eyes lingering on his hard cock. It takes everything inside of you not to slip your hand inside his sweats and jerk him off quickly. But you can’t give in that quickly. Not when you have just learned how much fun playing with him is.
You give his head soft pets then pull your hand away to present your open palm to him.
“Sit", you order.
He sits up, lips parted as he breathes through his mouth quickly. He is perfect in his position, not even one little detail is different from before. Except perhaps that the stain in his sweats grew quite impressively.
“Paw.”
Taehyung lifts his fist and places it in your ready palm.
“You are literally such a good boy”, you say and pet his hair with your free hand, “such a good boy, you’re such a good boy.”
Taehyung wiggles his butt, jumping around on the mattress like a dog that is happy to be praised by his owner. He even lets out little barks and whimpers, nudging your palm every so often.
“Who’s a good boy?” you coo, “yeah you’re a good boy.”
Taehyung huffs out air happily and leans in to lick your cheek. You giggle, falling down as he attacks your face with sloppy kisses and soft licks.
“God Tae, this tickles”, you laugh, tugging at his hair softly.
Taehyung whimpers happily and nuzzles his face into your neck. He sucks and nibbles on your skin, forcing hot bolts of electricity through your body.
“Tae”, you gasp and moan unapologetically loudly, arching your back into him. This surprised you. Your neck is your weakness. Well, most people’s weakness is their neck, but you are especially sensitive there. You quite literally feel short of breath from his mouth.
He moans softly, swirling his tongue to your ear to bite down on your earlobe.
“Fucking hell, that feels amazing”, you breathe, rolling your head to the side.
Your hands are resting on his back, taking in the shifts and changes of his muscles. Your breasts are still rubbing against his chest, his warm skin still feels like heaven on your hardened nipples. And yet nothing can beat the sensations your neck currently experiences as Taehyung releases your earlobe to flick his tongue down your veins. You mewl, encouraging him with an arch of your back.
Taehyung however, isn’t satisfied yet. He kisses his way down to your collarbones, nibbling on them softly while giving you his cutest growl ever. You tingle all over. Taehyung continues his path, kissing a wet path down to your tits. He cups them in his big hands before burying his face in them.
“What the hell are you doing?” you ask in a laugh, looking down at him.
He lifts his head, “appreciating you”, he says, locking his lips around one of your nipples afterwards.
“Taehyung, ah god, Tae”, you moan, dropping your head back into the mattress. You arch and squirm, feeling your veins tingle in his touch.
He moans and releases your nipple to flick his tongue over it in fast, sloppy licks. Your sounds of pleasure are like music to his ears. He takes in your other nipple and sucks on it eagerly.
“Fucking good boy”, you groan.
Taehyung whimpers, rolling his hips into the side of your leg. He doesn’t stop, he just continues chasing the friction while his tongue is busy licking your swollen pebble. Those two words seriously turn him on so much. Paired with the familiar weight of his collar and the soft tug on his hair by his ears and Taehyung feels himself fall into his favourite headspace with everything he has to offer. And he feels safe doing so because you make him feel so appreciated and attractive.
He breaks away from you, panting with his tongue sticking out.
“You taste so good”, he rasps.
You rub your legs together, touching his face almost desperately. He leans into the touch, wiggling his butt a few times.
"Seriously Tae I'm so into you", you pant. You run your fingers down his face, touching his collar.
Taehyung whimpers, leaning closer to make it easier for you.
“Look at you leaning in. Good boy”, you praise, exploring the shape of his metal eyelets.
He barks quietly, growing restless again.
“Uh-nuh. Behave. Sit.”
He sits down on his heels in an instant. He seems so perfectly obedient. The only thing which had changed were his hands. While they had rested on the mattress as perfectly balled fists before, they are now twisting the sheets.
“Good boy”, you praise.
His cock twitches.
You get on your knees and shimmy closer to him, keeping your fingers glued to his collar. You make sure that you tickle his neck every now and then. He shivers and moans.
“You look so perfect in your collar”, you say, outlining it gently, "where did you get it?"
"Internet. A p-page for puppy players."
"Fuck", you lock eyes with him, "you're seriously so hot", you rasp and hook your finger in the ring.
You tug him closer to you.
Taehyung moans desperately, voice breaking at the end. He is chasing you, clasping the blanket so tightly his knuckles turn white. Oh if only you knew just how much this simple gesture affects him.
“Paw”, you order, keeping a tight grip on the ring. Just one more time you want to experience his perfectly trained obedience.
Taehyung obeys with a moan, eyes locked on yours obsessively. They are so hazy and glassy, you could honestly get obsessed with that view.
“Good boy.”
He huffs out air and wiggles his butt twice.
“Now tell me, does the puppy accept treats?”
He nods his head vigorously.
“Yes? What type of treats?”
“Pussy.”
Your eyes widen, your head feels dizzy.
“Fucking hell Tae.”
He just sticks his tongue out innocently and gives you a little bark.
“We should have done this so much sooner”, you whisper, tugging on his ring again.
“Ah”, he lets out, tilting his head back.
“Do you want a treat, puppy?”
He nods his head, growing restless.
He is fascinating. Not only because he is normally such a dorky and sweet man and not in a million would you have thought him able to talk about puppy play and pussy so freely. But also because he is truly the only man who has managed to get you soaking wet without actually really touching you.
"Sit on the floor", you order him.
Taehyung turns and crawls off the bed, doing so more like a human than a dog but he looked hot nonetheless. He drops to the floor, taking on his well-practiced waiting position.
His eyes are glued to you, his lips parted slightly. Oh how quickly he is breathing, becoming visibly more excited when you begin taking off your sweats.
You throw them on the floor, sneaking a glance his way.
"This is kinda making me nervous", you confess and giggle, "you're gonna see my pussy soon."
Taehyung lowers his eyes and blushes.
"It's so wild to imagine", you say crawling closer to him.
"It's really exciting too", he says and licks his lips.
"It really is", you agree, lying down and propping up your legs at the edge of the bed.
Taehyung lifts his head, moaning desperately at the view. Your pussy hidden behind pink cotton panties and your legs so spread open. This is the kind of view he imagined in the darkest and most hidden secret of the night. And now he really experiences it.
"Wow", he lets out, feeling his mouth water for what was to come. Your panties are so soaked. It looks even better in real life than it did in his imagination. Taehyung palms his cock. He can’t wait to taste it.
You lift your head, eyes sparkling in anticipation and happiness.
"Go on puppy, get your treat", you say, voice quivering.
Taehyung springs into action, connecting his lips with your inner thigh first. He kisses you with devotion, running his hands up and down your legs at the same time.
His touch is amazing, managing to calm down your racing heart and make it flutter for different reasons. It’s been too long since someone dedicated himself to your pussy. You are so excited.
Taehyung changes legs, placing his first kiss just slightly closer to your pussy than he did with the other leg. You part your legs on instinct, sighing when he sucks on your skin without bruising it.
"That's so good", you whisper, relaxing more and more the longer he touches you.
You have always loved his hands. They are beautiful and elegant and just perfectly proportionate. And on top of it all, they are always gentle in the way they hold things.
Feeling them run along your legs until they reach the hem of your panties is a sensation however which manages to steal your every sanity. So he is gentle in the bedroom too.
"May I take them off?" he asks.
You lift your hips, gulping nervously when Taehyung undresses you. He folds your panties carefully before guiding them to his lips. With his eyes glued to your face he places a soft kiss on the fabric.
"Damn", you murmur, squirming because his gesture turns you on.
Taehyung smiles and places your panties on the bed beside you. He was using his mouth to do it, giving you a shy bark afterwards.
"Goddamn, you’re literally so hot", you say and groan, "fuck Tae, I’m so wet."
Taehyung growls playfully, sticking out his tongue.
"You can look."
His eyes land on your pussy, widening in amazement.
"Wow, perfect", he whispers, looking completely in awe, "can I?"
"Yes", you allow him, feeling beyond excited.
Taehyung sticks his tongue out and dives down.
"Yes, ah puppy…"
He kisses you first, caressing your hips while his lips run over your soaked core. His kisses are sloppy, ending on a quick suck before he moves on to the next spot.
It leaves you feeling so warm and sensitive. It's been too long. It’s really been too long.
Taehyung moans quietly and kisses your clit. A flinch runs through you. His lips are so soft, the result of the slow suck they give you goes so deep. Warm and constant.
Taehyung lifts his head for just a second, using it to catch his breath and look at your face. Not that he sees much of it in his position. Especially now that you are resting back. All he can really see is your stomach heaving up and down in quick pants and the way your thighs are slightly tensed.
He goes down on you again, finally adding tongue not only to really taste you but most importantly to please you even better.
"Yes, puppy oh god that’s it", you moan, feeling every single one of his slow, calculated licks.
Up and down your folds, cleaning you off your juices all while making you more and more sensitive. He puts more pressure into his licks whenever he reaches your clit, lingering for a few more seconds before going down again. Slow and calculated, each movement is placed with intent.
"Keep going puppy", you sigh, parting your legs just slightly to make it more comfortable.
Taehyung moans and closes his eyes. He loves eating pussy. Eating your pussy however? This is an experience he can only bask in with his eyes closed. He doesn’t want it to be soiled by anything else. Just him, his tongue and your pussy.
Taehyung moans again and begins sucking on your clit. It makes you mewl and your thighs shake. So Taehyung does it again, feeling you shake under his fingertips and tasting more of your sweetness on his tongue.
"Good boy, such a good boy", you praise, voice pitched in pleasure.
You believed Taehyung to eat pussy messily. Now, the Taehyung you have known for seven years, you believed to have a more refined technique (yes you thought of that sometimes). But puppy Taehyung you truly thought capable of acting his nature and flicking his tongue all over your middle. You were wrong and you won’t complain.
Taehyung eats pussy and he makes it a luxurious experience for you. Truly, you feel so spoiled under his tongue, sighing his name like it was the sweetest sound.
Taehyung releases your clit again and begins drawing circles on it. His long finger slips inside of you as he begins, forcing you to twist the sheets.
"Don't stop, that's it."
It goes so deep, has the perfect thickness. He pumps it in and out of you slowly, wanting to make you feel every movement all whilst feeling up your warm, wet walls and wishing that his cock could replace his finger.
And while he continues fingering you in worldchanging ways, his tongue returns to giving you slow licks up and down your clit. All of the sensations combined send a constant stream of warmth through your lower body. It became hotter than it was in the beginning. Just as his touches feel more intense too.
You know that Taehyung hasn’t really changed much about them, but instead he managed to get you to a point where one wrong touch could send you over a messy edge.
But not with Taehyung. Although his eyes are closed he is keeping careful watch of your every change. He feels that if he curls his finger upwards you flinch before clenching around him rhythmically. He feels that if he speeds up his tongue, you clench around him the same way. And when he combines both touches you lift your hips for a moment and let out a blissed-out moan.
Taehyung gives you a second to relax, returning to pumping his finger in and out of you while giving your clit slow puppy licks.
"G-good boy", you stutter, finding it so incredibly hard to talk when he steals your words so well. But you want to praise him, because he was so deserving of the praise.
Taehyung moans and whimpers, curling his finger and speeding up his tongue. It makes you moan and tense, but Taehyung changed his pattern for more selfish reasons. Those words. Oh how he is craving for another melody of them.
"Good boy, oh Tae - ah, good. Boy."
Taehyung moans right with you, slipping his hand inside his sweats to grab his cock messily. This is the best day of his life. You calling him good boy when he is in his gear, you allowing him to taste your sweet pussy, you liking him back. Taehyung couldn’t possibly exist any longer without touching himself.
So he does. He takes out his cock and runs his left hand over it in quick, desperate motions. It feels so good, leaves him wanting to please you even more just so he can be treated to more of your taste.
Taehyung stops his finger and begins solely curling it, hearing how this changes your sounds in pitch. He slows down his tongue until it is solely resting against you and then begins grinding it back and forth, nodding his head as he does.
"Okay hah!" you moan and laugh breathlessly, "I'm-" your voice cuts off, instead you grab for a bundle of his hair to twist it. Your fingers brushed against his puppy ears as you did, reminding you just how sexy the whole situation was.
"Puppy...ah….good...boy", you press out, meeting his tongue through slow rolls of your hips.
Taehyung mewls, returning to dancing his tongue all over your clit in quick circles. His finger he still keeps perfectly pressed against your magical spot. The tug on his hair motivates him so much, makes the hand around his cock feel just that much better.
"Slow Tae, slow", you murmur, feeling your lower stomach tense more and more. This is going to be it, if he doesn’t stop soon you will cum all over his mouth.
"Puppy wants Mommy’s cum", he lulls and returns to his place between your legs.
"Urgh fuuck", you groan, feeling the effect his words have on you. You can’t even stop it. Your high rolls over you, leaving you gasping for air whilst almost ripping his hair out. It sits so deep, feels so hot and like every single muscle in your lower body is never going to stop tensing again.
"Crap! Yes urgh", you come down in a groan, arching off the mattress just once before dropping on it. You are breathing quickly, staring at the ceiling with glassy, unfocused eyes. So this just happened.
Wow.
Taehyung just ate your pussy and made you cum.
This really happened.
Taehyung did that. You did that. The both of you did that.
Wow.
"Wow", you say and take a deep breath, "that was fucking incredible."
Taehyung just made you cum with his tongue.
Taehyung just had his mouth all over your pussy.
This sound surreal to you and yet it happened. Something so intimate, so beyond intimate, just happened.
"I can't believe it. This was amazing", you confess. You lift your head wondering what he is doing when you neither hear nor feel him get back up on the mattress with you.
He is gazing at you, glasses fogged up, lower face glistening in your orgasm and balled fists pressed into the floor. You don’t know of the naughty deed he did as he made a proper job of stuffing his still very hard and needy cock back into his sweats, to you he is simply the obedient puppy, waiting for your command.
“Come up here, puppy.”
He breaks out of his trance, moving quickly. He gets on the mattress and then into waiting position again. His sweats are soaked. It looks like he already orgasmed (oh if only you knew how close he actually came). His cock is straining against the material, tempting you oh so perfectly.
"You called me the M-word."
"Sorry. Too far?"
"No. Do not stop. I am so into this."
He nods his head and gives you an obedient bark. It makes his puppy ears flop around.
“Good boy.”
He twists the sheets, the dark stains on his pants grow.
“But fuck”, you sigh and drop your head into his pillow, “you just wrecked me.”
“Was I good?”
“Yes, you were a good boy.”
He lets out a laughed moan.
You sneak a glance his way. He looks so desperate, hand hovering above his clothed cock and body squirming. You pick up his leash then, playing with it mindlessly. Taehyung mewls and keens, rubbing his legs together while twisting the sheets.
“Do you jerk off with it?” you ask him.
“Yes”, he presses out, eyeing the leash.
“How often?”
“A-almost every time.”
“That’s so hot.”
He licks his lips, slowly but surely leaving his resting position as desperation overtakes him.
“Show me.”
“W-what?” he stops crawling to you.
“Show me how you jerk off with it.”
"Really?"
"Yes, be a good boy and show me."
It is like you pressed a button. Taehyung is by your side at the blink of an eye, looking at the leash with blown-out pupils. You offer it to him. He accepts it with shaking fingers. Then he rests back on his heels and hooks the leash in the metal ring. Just the sound is enough to force his hand to his swollen cock. He rubs it over the material of his sweats, closing his eyes. It seems like he wants to concentrate on his fingers running down the leash.
He whimpers, parting his lips.
“Feels so good”, he whispers.
“Yeah? Go on, continue.”
With shaking fingers he tugs his sweats down, revealing his cock to your eyes. You feel yourself tingle all over. Finally. Oh how many nights you spent imagining his cock (and feeling guilty for doing so). He looks even better than in your imagination.
Then he drops back into his pillows, gripping his cock with his right hand while grasping the leash with his left. He twists the black leather, tugging on his cock desperately. The noise that leaves him doesn’t even sound like Taehyung anymore. Desperate and oh so broken. It is so sexy that you find yourself getting turned on again.
He rolls his thumb over his pink cockhead and twists more of the leash.
“Fuck” he croaks and goes to tug at the leash, “ah fuck”, he moans, arching his back. He tugs on the leash a second time, spoiling his fingers with his excitement. It sounds wet and sticky. You don’t know where to look. His face and how it is contorted in pleasure or his cock and how amazing his big hand looks around it.
You decide on his cock for a little. It is obvious that he knows what he is doing. His movements are fast, sloppy, but clearly done with intent. He had lots of practice, that much is sure. He squeezes his cock harder when he is at its base and lessens the pressure the closer he gets to his sensitive tip. He times a harsh tug on the leash with a roll of his thumb over his weeping slit. It makes him whimper and moan each and every time.
“___”, he presses out just the moment he is leaking new precum.
“Yes puppy?”
Taehyung rips his eyes open, slowing down his movements. He seems confused for a moment, as if he had forgotten your presence. Which means he thinks of you when he jerks off. He laughs shyly and speeds up his hands, keeping his eyes glued to your face.
“I’m gonna cum“, he presses out.
“Slow down.”
He obeys with a painful mewl.
“Good boy.”
He mewls again, fighting the urge to fuck into his own hand. His movements are slow, barely there and without any pressure. So this is how he likes being edged. You will remember it for later.
“That’s it, keep touching yourself”, you encourage him, wrapping your fingers around his leash.
“Mommy”, he keens, dropping his fingers from the leash to twist the pillow edge instead. Like this the muscles in his arm are tensed most deliciously.
You tug on his leash gently. It was gentle. Very, very gentle but Taehyung still wails in pleasure, having to squeeze the base of his cock in order not to cum.
You watch his cock throb and twitch, leaking a new load of precum.
You tug again. He lets out a pitiful moan. His cock throbs, the streaky goodness runs down his shaft and soils his fingers.
Tug.
“Please”, he whimpers, squeezing his base so harshly that his hand begins shaking.
You release the tension and with it the pressure on Taehyung’s neck. He squirms, reaching down to hold his cock with both hands. He is barely touching it, running his palms up and down the veiny shaft.
“Thank you”, he exhales gladly, gazing at you with glassy eyes.
“I wanna fuck you”, you confess, rubbing your legs together.
“O-okay", he stutters, gulping.
“And I wanna do it doggy style.”
“You’re so hot”, he whispers.
“So are you. Go on, sit up puppy.”
Taehyung sits up and reaches behind himself to open the collar.
“What are you doing?” you stop him.
He halts, blinking at you in confusion, “I’m…opening the collar…it’ll get in the way.”
“I think you misunderstood something here. I want you to fuck me doggy style while you are wearing the collar so I can tug on your leash.”
“Oh god”, he croaks and takes three deep breaths, palming his cock “this is my fantasy…”
“Mine too”, you confess and giggle, “goddamn it Tae, we really should have done this sooner.”
“Yeah”, he nods his head vigorously, crawling closer to you.
He is inches away from kissing you when you speak again.
“Do you have a condom?” you ask him, eyes glued to his lips.
“Bedside table, drawer”, he answers you, gazing at your lips.
You reach for it without breaking the eye contact, it makes you fall and with it Taehyung as you tug him down with you by his leash. He falls gladly, moaning softly. You stumble into the kiss naturally, wrapping your arms around the other while forgetting all about the condom. You need to feel his hair, feel the way his neck feels as it tenses and the way his back flexes when he moves. And in return Taehyung can’t get enough of holding you, of making sure that you were actually with him.
And when you finally notice, Taehyung is already on top of you, soiling the inside of your thigh with his excitement as his cock rubs against you.
He is the one to break the kiss, looking at you shyly.
“We wanted to get the condom”, he whispers.
“I know, I couldn’t help myself. You’re such a great kisser.”
He blushes, lowering his eyes.
"You too, you taste so sweet."
"Thank you, it’s my chapstick I think."
“It’s sweet”, he kisses you, “I like…”, another kiss, “...it”, he breathes, lips barely breaking away from yours.
“Fuck Tae”, you moan softly, kissing him back eagerly.
He moans, cradling you in his arms just so he could press you against his chest. He just wants to be close to you. Oh so close. So close that not even atoms could separate the two of you.
You sigh, holding his waist between your hands as if you never wanted to let go again. His skin is so warm and soft, brushing against yours addictively. You squeeze his waist, listening to how this elicits another sigh from him. This is yours now. This perfect, handsome man is yours now. You can hold him and kiss him and feel him against you from now on.
“Tae”, you whisper, smiling as you break the kiss, “goddamn, we’re forgetting the condom again.”
He chuckles, chasing your lips, “I know, I just can’t stop kissing you”, he says, pecking your lips and making you giggle.
“Tae, baby.”
“Heh”, he giggles deeply, lips curling into a playful smile, “okay, okay, I’ll get it.”
Taehyung sits up and reaches for his drawer. It takes him a short while of rummaging before he finds the condom and pulls it free. He keeps the drawer open for now and sits up to roll the condom on.
You watch him as he does. Not because you don’t trust him to actually put it on, but because his cock. Simple as that. His cock. You never ever want to stop looking at it. You could have figured. With hands like his'. You really could have figured, but goddamn, it’s so just so perfectly fitting for him. Everything. The size, the shape, the colour. How pretty. So perfect. Goddamn, you are fangirling over a cock, look at how far you’ve come.
"It's on", Taehyung says and gives his cock two jerks to test the condom. It makes his thighs tense and your pussy throb in anticipation.
“I’m so ready Tae”, you say and sit up.
“Me too”, he murmurs, watching you as you turn your back to him and lower yourself onto your elbows.
"You're so hot, oh god", Taehyung moans, placing his left hand on your lower back. He rubs it up and down, drawing circles each time it is on your ass. The touch makes you arch your back more just so he can have a view of your soaked pussy.
"Take what's yours, puppy", you encourage him.
"Y-yes okay. Here uhm, here."
You look to your side. Taehyung is presenting the leash to you.
"Thank you", you accept it and hold it tightly.
You know that he mostly handed you the leash so his fantasy would be perfect. Luckily for him, it overlaps exactly with yours. You twist it and tug on it playfully, forcing a shuddering breath past his lips.
"Go on, slip in."
Taehyung aligns his cock with you and pushes gently. One moment of struggle and then he slips inside, leaving both of you to forget everything for a good second. So that is how it feels like to be filled up by his cock.
"Holy fuck", you moan, bucking your hips back to take in all of him. He is so deep, stretching you out so well.
Taehyung groans, squeezing your hips in his fingers. So this is how it feels like to be squeezed by you.
"Mommy, you feel so good", he moans, rolling his hips back and forth slowly just to test the sensations. You are so warm, clenching around him so well. Taehyung is so obsessed with it, chasing the feelings with deep, yet slow thrusts all while his fingers begin caressing your hips.
"Yes puppy, good boy", you sigh, giving him a tug as a reward.
It makes him whimper and his cock throb.
“Wait woah okay woah”, he stops and begins taking deep breaths, “that was - hah. Woah.”
You look over your shoulder. That man is blissed out. Eyes squeezed shut and cheeks tinted scarlet all while his nose is scrunched in pleasure.
"Need a moment?" you ask.
He nods his head.
"It's just so hot. This is exactly how it always is in my fantasy, but better", he confesses, "sorry, I think I’m too excited."
"It's alright, think of..I don’t know...think of stubbing your toe on a corner."
He pulls a grimace.
"Yeah that definitely helped, thanks", he says and laughs.
You laugh too, thinking to yourself that it is so weird but also exciting that you and Taehyung are laughing while you are completely naked and he is balls deep inside of you.
“Goddamn it Taehyung, I’m literally so into you. You know that?”
He stops laughing, gazing at you with sparkly eyes.
“Me too. I’m so into you. Quite literally currently.”
“Okay stop”, you gasp and snort.
Taehyung laughs right with you, features filling with fondness upon hearing your laugh. He always loved making you laugh. He really does. But tonight it feels different. Tonight he feels how laughter makes you tighten around him and that feeling sends electrifying tingles through his entire body.
"Okay here we go", he says in a slight moan and begins moving again. Slow yet deep. Although with a cock like Taehyung's going deep is an easy task. He makes it feel incredible though. Not just random poking in the deepest parts of you, but perfect pressure with skilled grinds.
"Taehyung…" you sigh, dropping your head, "...don't stop."
Taehyung closes his eyes and parts his lips. He is not going to stop. He has the perfect rhythm to feel every ridge of you. The gentle tug you give his leash makes the sensation a thousand times better.
"Mommy, yes…."
It earns him another tug, forcing a mewl to slip past his lips and his hips to stutter. When they find their rhythm again, they have gained just a little bit in strength, going faster as well. He reaches to the front, finding your clit immediately to roll circles on her. You didn’t even have to tell him, he just did it and sends bolds of pleasure through your veins.
“That’s it puppy, that’s it”, you encourage him with an arch of your back just so you can feel him deeper. You give his leash a tug, forcing his hips to slam into yours.
“I – ah!” he moans, throwing his head back. He is so far gone, floating so high up on his pleasure. He chases it, helping you with your own as he does. Deep thrusts, quick circles of his fingers, a strong grip on your hip and those sweet, sweet noises of his. You are floating just as high as he does, feeling your veins fill with him.
So you moan and wrap the leash around your hand just so you could pull better. Taehyung falls, hot chest pressing into your back and hips faltering.
“Mommy”, he whimpers, cradling you in his arm, “please again.”
You give him a harsh tug, feeling the one moment of extra weight on your back as his body follows the direction of the tug.
He moans against your neck, loudly and unapologetically ecstatic.
“This is the best sex ever”, he chokes out. Then he goes to cup your tit, massaging it clumsily. You don’t mind that his touches are quite sloppily placed, trembling in his arms nonetheless. Two of his fingers are pressed to your clit, grinding up and down on her each time his thrusts make your hips move.
You can feel his glasses against your neck. They don’t hurt, they are just here, sitting on his nose all tinted and messily because Taehyung is pressing himself way too close. The metal of his collar sings each time he moves, becoming louder whenever you tug on his leash. And each time you do, you can feel it rub over your back, sending a shiver down your spine.
“It feels so good, puppy”, you moan, pulling him closer and closer.
“Yeah, good, so good”, Taehyung agrees, retorting to moaning against your neck afterwards.
You and him are burning up. Your skin is so hot, so is his’ and on the spots you and him are touching, it feels as if you were on fire. You are happy about that sensation, perhaps you are even a little addicted to it.
Listen, perhaps you are a little weird about skinship, but you and Taehyung never really had your naked skin touching before. The only occasion was once in summer when you wore a sleeveless dress and he wore a tanktop and your arms brushed together on accident. It was a very peculiar sensation as you never really felt Taehyung’s naked skin before that.
You and him tried to never repeat that sensation again afterwards, because it left both of you conflicted and confused. Well, there is no going back now. You want your every inch to touch him.
“Hold me closer puppy”, you press out, moaning his name when Taehyung follows your instructions and closes his arm around your waist.
He turns his head, traveling his lips up to your back. He begins kissing you, tracing your spine with his tongue and sucking on the skin of your shoulders softly.
“Good boy….” you sigh, rewarding him with a strong tug on his leash.
His moan vibrates against your spine, his cock throbs inside of you, his fingers twitch on your clit. So you repeat the tug, wanting to give him just as much bliss as he gives you. Taehyung whimpers, hot breath tickling your skin.
“You’re the best boy, you know that?” you rasp.
Taehyung shudders, squeezing you in his strong arm.
“A-are you close?” he stutters.
“Wanna cum?”
“Yeah…” he mewls and grunts.
“Wanna make me cum afterwards?”
“Yeah”, he croaks, swelling inside of you.
“Okay then. Cum for me, puppy”, you order, giving him a harsh tug.
Taehyung’s voice cuts off before coming out as a pathetic, high-pitched squeak. He fucks into you quickly for not longer than five seconds before stilling completely and trembling uncontrollably.
You can feel warmth fill the condom, basking in the feeling of it as Taehyung moans against your upper back.
“You’re the best puppy, such a good boy. Give me all your cum, puppy. That’s it”, you help him ride each wave of his high to its fullest, giving his leash a constant tug.
Taehyung shakes one last time then he literally falls from your body like a used ragdoll, making a drugged-up noise as he lands on the mattress.
You claim the spot on top of him, finding your pleasure on his thigh. Warm and soft his skin feels, muscles tensing when he feels you begin grinding against him. He places his hands on your hips, forcing his heavy eyelids to open.
“You look fucked”, you say, voice quivering in pleasure. You reach up and fix his crooked glasses, combing your fingers through his bangs afterwards.
“I just came five cumshots worth, I think”, he presses out, panting quickly.
“Mhm Tae, that’s so…hot”, you groan, placing your hands on his chest. You close your eyes, shifting your attention to the feelings his thigh gives you. The pressure is constant, treating your sensitive clit to sparks of pleasure.
“Does it feel good, Mommy?” he asks, helping you with the movements whilst changing his gaze between your face and tits.
“So good”, you moan, inching closer and closer to your high.
You were very close when Taehyung couldn’t take it anymore, but you were far away enough that stressing yourself to a release would have only backfired. So you let him cum, wanting to give your body the time it needs. Apparently it doesn’t need as much time as you thought it would.
You blame it on Taehyung and Taehyung only. He turns you on so much that you are quaking.
“Say it again, puppy”, you press out, grinding down harder.
“Mommy?”
“Yes! Urgh, god”, your hips falter. Taehyung helps you keep the rhythm going, flexing his thigh for you.
“Mommy”, he moans just for your pleasure, watching with delight as this makes your face contort in utter ecstasy.
“Good…boy…ah”, you press out and crumble, falling apart on top of him in aggressive shakes and your veins boiling in pleasure.
Taehyung helps you ride out your high, holding you safely.
“Tae”, you collapse on top of him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck whilst hugging him tightly.
He runs his hands along your legs and ass, floating on your warmth and getting lost in the scent of you. You smell even sweeter post-sex. He knows that he will never get enough of that smell.
“Wow”, you whisper.
“Yeah, right”, he agrees, feeling a smile tug on the corner of his lips.
“That was so good, I think I’m a different person now.”
“Yeah, me too.”
You lift your head, giving him the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.
“You’re a good boy.”
“Ah ___”, he lets out and laughs shyly, shifting underneath you, “touch my chest.”
You touch it, gasping when you feel how quickly his heart beats.
“I’m so happy”, he confesses.
“Me too. I can’t believe it took us seven years to do that.”
He chuckles, “we’re not gonna stop now, are we?”
“I know I don’t want to stop.”
“Me neither”, he grins, “wanna sleep here tonight and tomorrow I take you out to jazz brunch? “
“As in a date?”
“Yeah, the first of many I hope.”
You giggle, finding your comfort spot in the crook of his neck.
“Me too Tae. Fuck, I’m so happy.”
Taehyung rolls you and him to the side and holds you against his chest. And while he holds you in the way he had wanted to hold you for so long, you hug him with the intent to never ever let him go again.
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after a year and a handful of months of debating on if i should, or wanted to, do commissions (and with some convincing and hyping from friends) i've decided why the heck not!
so to everyone whose ever complimented me and hyped me up for my themes and graphics thank you and you're definitely another driving force in this decision.
making graphics is therapeutic to me and i take a lot of pride and joy in doing it, from seeing everyone loving the things i create. and i want to share that pride and joy even more, sooo if you've ever struggled with making a good theme, feel too lazy to make one, need a banner for a fic or masterlist, a header, or just need someone to help your graphic vision come together; i'm here to provide!
before you commission something, or just want some examples, please check out my past work and portfolio!
PORTFOLIO | PINTEREST | ART TAG | GIFS
PLEASE THOROUGHLY READ THROUGH THE RULES!!!!
✶ all payments will be made through kofi or fiverr depending on what you're commissioning. if you'd rather go through paypal that is also a valid option just message me.
when it comes to commissioning anything details matter!!! i need complete details of what you want to be created. i will not accept something like 'floral vibe' or 'something with browns'. that gives me nothing. i need a vision, i need as much information as possible, examples (but do not take them from other creators please i will decline your commission), you can take inspo or examples from my own themes, or go through my pin board. the more details the better. the greater i can make your vision come into view. this is important!!!
i will not use other peoples art. do not ask for it to be included in whatever project i am creating. everything i make is for personal use only.
you will get two redos for me to change something you don't like about the theme. a preview of the finished product will be sent your way and you can ask for something to be completely re-done, but after that no changes will be made.
please include your user or where you want me to send your graphics within your request.
there's not a time span in which you have to use the theme or graphic for, but a week would be complimentary.
you can commission as many times as you wish after i've finished the first one.
for my own personal reasons minors are not allowed to commission things.
we do not have to be mutuals, nor do you have to be following me to commission something.
you don't have to outwardly give me credit but please do not claim my creations as your own.
if you have any questions before commissioning something my messages are always open and there is never a dumb question. please feel free to ask!
✶ fandoms i will not accept commissions for: anime, supernatural, our flags mean death, good omens (because i am not in them nor have enough knowledge on how to make the vision really suit said fandoms).
a full theme includes: a navigation banner and a header.
when commissioning a theme there are a few things that need to be mentioned and answered, so please include them in your request!
what kind of navi banner do you want? (refer to my portfolio for this, or if you just want something simplistic, big, small, medium, extra, messy, chaotic, etc)
what vibe are you going for? (dark academia, greek myth, ocean, dainty, horror, etc)
colors? (a must ok i need to know, if you give me none then i'm going to do whatever and choose what i think looks best and that's also fine if you want me to have complete creative liberties)
whats your overall vision? (can be included in the vibes section but giving me more detail is better)
text. (what do you want included on it, words, titles, information, quotes, etc)
examples. (like i mentioned in the rules examples are encouraged but do not take them from other creators on here and i will not copy, or make them look like someone else's work)
what kind of header do you want? (a simple png that goes along with the navi colors and vibe, a whole other banner-esk graphic, none, etc)
✶ see the add ons section below if you want more things included in your theme.
now these add ons are only for themes. if you commission a header only, or gif, they will have their own add on options.
$1 - for dividers that match your theme in color and vibe (if you want symbol, graphic, or anything that's not color then the price goes up a dollar)
$1 - three+ icon options (want the perfect icon to fit your theme and don't want to do the searching yourself? i got you)
$2 - content warning + minor dni banners (i'll make theme specifically to match your theme, with your user, and whatever you want them to say or look like etc)
$3 - layout + navi formatting (aka i'll come up with a completely new layout format for your navigation post + your bio)
$4 - a gif header or a gif included within the navi graphic (this is the highest price because finding clips, extracting scenes into caps, making the gif, coloring it to match the theme, blending, etc, is a lot lol)
a header commission includes: only a header. it is not a theme, just a mobile header, or a header for a masterlist, or fic.
the information needed for this commission are as listed below.
what kind of header do you want? (aka what is it for. this is important because the look is dependent on this information)
colors, vibes, vision. (more detail the better)
text. (if you want text on it, what do you want it to say, so title, etc)
examples. (not needed but a plus)
gif commissions include: gifs for your fics or masterlists. not for themes or headers.
depending on how you want these little moving pictures to look you gotta give some details.
fandom, character, scenes. (don't just say 'any scene' unless you truly want me to choose whatever scene lmao)
how many? (the current cut off is six, if you want more then there's an add on)
coloring. (you can completely leave this up to me but if you want them to be a certain color then please let me know, i'll also check with you before making all of them to make sure you like the coloring)
text. (want them to say anything? a title? subtitles? dialogue from your fic? your username on them? etc)
add on: blends. (want two characters or actors from different angles, scenes, or fandoms in the same gif? i got you)
add on: textures. (if you want added details such as a texture on the gifs then this will be extra, but i need to know what kind of texture / details you want added)
fic commissions: are only done through fiverr or paypal. if you are interested in commissioning a fic or any kind of writing then please refer to my fiverr and inquire over there or message me on here. thank you!!
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Remembering David Jones, and sending thoughts to his family and friends.
(Footage in this edit from the Blu-ray set, Getty Images, Australian TV, Extra, the 1990s documentary; audio 1 from Peter's 1999 interview with GOLD 104.5.)
“Genuine, reliable and huggable, Peter is a natural person — really gets off on talent — loves other musicians and can jam along with the best of ‘em. I saw him holding his own with Hendrix, Stills, Young. He encouraged me no end. Bought me my first guitar and my first drum kit. […] He used to walk with a swagger, shining his arms with a confident air. He calmed hysteria, and lifted depression. ‘Dried banana, anybody? Piece of orange?’ — smiling, waving, running his hands through his hair. He knew all the crew by their first names. Kids crying at his feet he lifted and hugged like a father calming a child. […] He’s the most musically talented of us all by a mike. His songs are real. ‘For Pete’s Sake’ — which replaced the Monkees Theme at the end of some of the shows of the second season — is one of my all-time favorite songs by anybody. I’ve joked a lot about Peter giving everything away. But it was true. He was always giving his spare room to someone who needed it for the night — anyone. And he always seemed far away somewhere — in a different space. But I’m glad I know him. Of all the things he gave me, he gave me lots of laughs — and food for thought.” - Davy Jones, They Made A Monkee Out Of Me (1988)
“I enjoyed [Micky] the most, respected Mike the most, and loved Davy the most.” - Peter Tork, Hartford Courant, February 26, 1982
“Davy adored performing, and adored meeting and greeting his fans. He was tireless in making himself available to sing a song, do a dance, shake a hand; whatever was asked. I had heart-to-heart moments with him that were among the best in my life. I was blessed to know and work closely with him. He was one in about 6 billion, give or take. We won’t see his like again. He left much too soon. I share your sadness. Thank you again for this chance to contribute. God bless and keep you all.” - Peter Tork in a note for a Pennsylvania memorial event for Davy, also shared via Peter’s official Facebook page, 2012
Peter Tork: “He was a master of many aspects of this kind of thing [entertaining], and, you know, and we had some very wonderful personal connections, and I’m really sad to see all that gone.”
Q: “He just seemed to be a fun guy. I know he loved horses.”
PT: “Sure did.”
Q: “And obviously loved Peter.”
PT: “Sure did. Loved him.” - 94.5 FM (Phoenix), 2013
“[Micky] and Mike and I have a very cordial relationship and share a lot of common topics. We go to lunch together when we’re all in town and have a good time. I love and respect each of these guys in their own way, although the real joys that I shared with Davy were special. At one point we had some good hard connections but as the years rolled on, those things faded away. But I am sorry to see Davy go. He was the one member in the group that I had the strongest human connection with. I still have two guys that I love and respect left from the band, but we share a different dynamic.” - Peter Tork, Review Mag, May 27, 2016
#Davy Jones#David Jones#Peter Tork#Micky Dolenz#Michael Nesmith#Tork quotes#Peter and Davy#long read#can you queue it
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‘you could say I’m fond of you.’ for the soft prompt 👀👀👀
@leothil also asked for this one! Send me soft fic prompts! Here’s the rest of the fills on ao3!
"You could say I'm fond of you," Buck says, head tilted almost sideways, the sort of twinkle in his eyes that Eddie always worried might prove fatal one day for the way it makes his heart squeeze in his chest.
"You could say that, huh?" He crosses his arms, mouth curving upward unbidden. He’s pretty sure Buck is actually saying “hehehe” as he leans forward, giggling, to kiss Eddie’s cheek. Eddie snorts and dodges the attempt, which just causes Buck to follow, until they’re chasing each other in dizzy little circles between the sink and the table. Buck catches him with an arm thrown around his waist, and plants a big wet kiss sort of on his cheek but mostly hitting nose and eye. Eddie laughs in a way that still surprises him, sometimes - a helplessly open thing, so much joy in his body that he has no reason or care to hide.
“Ahem.”
Well, maybe some reason. Maddie stands in the entryway to the kitchen with the squiggly kind of smile someone trying not to. Buck and Eddie are gently frozen around each other, no survival instinct to spring away and avoid capture.
Maddie holds out a hand. “Chim says you owe the PDA jar.”
Eddie makes an indignant sound as Buck throws back his head with a shout of laughter and then, terrible coward, flees the room.
“Nobody was in here! We’re not even at work! This is my house!” Eddie protests even as he digs to find his wallet.
Maddie puts a finger up, reciting “If more than four members of the 118 including the two of you are present at a gathering it counts as a work functio-“
Eddie slaps cash in her hand. “I don’t like your husband very much.”
She grins at him, and then raises an eyebrow. “Two dollars? That seems kind of steep.”
“Inflation’s been brutal.”
She laughs, pocketing her ill gotten bounty. Eddie expects her to return to the party but she stalls there, a curious look in her eyes. Eddie feels suddenly nervous. He counts Maddie as a friend, and he’s pretty certain they’re going to be in laws one of these days, but they haven’t spoken one on one very often and her expression reminds him of the one his own sisters would get when they were about to make his life a little more difficult. He’s started self consciously pretending to rearrange finger sandwiches when she speaks.
“It’s nice to see you being goofy.” When he huffs out a startled laugh she grins and tilts her head, so like her brother. “Evan- Buck is always goofy, no surprise there. But you’re… Funny, certainly, you’re sarcastic, but it’s nice seeing you be silly, Eddie.” She’s so sincere it makes Eddie duck his head, just a little. “You seem really happy. And you make Buck so happy.”
Eddie exhales more than laughs, a quick little sound of awed half-belief. It’s true, he knows it is. It hollows him out completely some days, looking at Buck and seeing such easy elation on his face, and knowing he has some part in putting it there fills up his empty form with light, or champagne, or some other metaphor for love given shape. “I’m glad to,” he says softly. “That’s all I- I want to make him happy, for the rest of our lives. I’m… honestly, the happiest I’ve ever been, and it’s because I get to share it with him.”
Maddie’s smile gets all squished and watery. “I can see why they charge you so much for public displays of affection, you romantic.”
Eddie laughs outright, shaking his head. “It’s the coffee fund anyway, I’d still just be spending it on his ridiculous lattes. This is only an extra step.”
Maddie puts her hand on her hip, gleeful and incredulous. “Okay, even that was stupidly sweet. Do I have to charge you again?”
“Have mercy,” he says, putting his hands up. “I have no more cash.”
“You wanna go mug my brother for it?”
Eddie laughs, and picks up the sandwich tray to bring outside. “Come on, let's go sick Chris on him.”
Later, when Buck sprawls to the ground like a sack of bricks under the gentle force of Chris’s tackle, Eddie tells him to give over extra money to the jar.
“Why?” He grins, sweaty from the chase and smelling like fresh grass.
“Preemptive payment.” Eddie bends down and kisses him thoroughly, ignoring the wolf whistles and groans from the audience. He pulls back just slightly, holding his happiness with two hands, and kisses sort of Buck’s cheek, but mostly his nose and eye. “You could say I’m pretty fond of you, too.”
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