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ginkgo-phyta · 4 months

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I'm back again 😅

Hopefully, I'm not the only person with this opinion, but how do you think Spencer would react if his significant other told him that they thought he looked hot with his bulletproof vest on? 👀

omg is this injured spencer request anon?? I NEED TO KNOW im so sorry if it's not tho, whoever you are thank you so much for coming back!! i love you with all my heart you should use a special emoji as like ur own lil signature! :D

okay so i wanted to try blurb(?) format but mmm okay not really cuz just a wall of text was stressing me out but this is def more informal than my other work (look no capital letters!) and because i love you so much i present two scenarios for you :P... i cant fight this feeling anymore guys he rlly is so hot in his vest im becoming my most feral self grrrrr RAH RAH ALRIGHT hope you enjoy, my love!

OKAY SO SPENCER REACTING TO YOU TELING HIM HE'S HOT IN HIS FBI VEST gn! reader, fluff, second scenario a little steamy in tone but nothing explicit just h*rny vibes, no other warnings

if you weren't a profiler: you'd never thought about it before- spencer in his bulletproof vest. sure, you knew that his job required him to go into sticky situations where the prospect of gunfire was imminent and he would have to wear proper equipment, but you never put two nd two together. you never even thought of a kevlar vest as something that could be hot...until you saw a picture of him wearing it.

"what the hell is that." you blurt out, voice serious with hints of concern.

"huh?" spencer's as clueless as ever, a little worried about your reaction. he was just showing you random photos his team members had taken over the years, all printed out for easy viewing courtesy of the ever-so-accommodating penolope garcia. someone had taken a pic of a beautiful lake where the bau had saved yet another victim, the sun dipping below the horizon line of pine trees, painting the sky purple and pink. "um...the sunset?" spencer was confused, "i guess maybe it was kinda a weird time to take a photo, but no one was hurt and we caught the unsub and the sky really did look-"

you cut off his rambling with a wave of your hand, eyes never leaving the photo in front of you, "no, no...what's that." you point to what you were talking about, a figure standing off to the side.

spencer takes a minute, becoming even more bewildered "...me?" in that moment your world changed.

"oh my god... "you whispered in a daze, firmly pulling the picture out of spencer's fingers and into your own, "what...what are you wearing?"

"honey what's wrong? it's just my bulletproof vest. i know it might look a little funny, but it, y'know, keeps me alive..." he scratches the back of his neck. a couple seconds of silence pass, but to spencer it feels excruciatingly long.

"spencer," you look at up at him deadpan "you look so fucking hot." to say your boyfriend was shocked would be an understatement.

he was absolutely blown away by your response, so much so that the way his face contorted looked borderline disgusted. "wha-what?? huh? what?" he clamored, eyes flitting over your face to find any sign you were joking.

"seriously, baby, you look so good. oh, my God!!" you almost shriek, gripping the picture tighter, the widest, dumbest grin pulling up your cheeks as you giggle like a schoolgirl.

spencer smiles at your reaction, still a little perplexed "you really think so?" the notion begins to sink into his bones, making him giddy.

you very enthusiastically nod your head, "are there any more pictures of you like this?" you rip the rest of the photos out of spencer's hands, scouring through them at light speed. out of nowhere, spencer laughs out loud, his nose scrunching in delight.

"i...don't know what to say. i'm flattered you think that," a wonderful blush shimmers over his cheeks, "but no i don't think there are. sadly." he playfully adds.

you stop all movements, slowly turning towards him, suspiciously calm. "well then," you grab your phone and suddenly stand up "looks like i'll just have to ask penelope for some!"

"wait! wait, no!" spencer calls after you as you start speed-walking away, your shirt barely escaping his fingertips. he yells out your name, his serious tone interrupted by a giggle of his own as he begins chasing you, "get back here!" he knows: garcia can never ever find out about this...

if you were a profiler: you had seen spencer don his FBI branded bulletproof vest hundreds of times over the years. although you had pined over him for years and were now finally in a relationship with him, seeing him like that didn't make you feel any type of way really. sure, you thought he looked strong and handsome, but most of the time you were too caught up in the case or situation at hand to focus on how he looked. until now. something had shifted in him in the last few months, not just with his ever-changing haircut, but within the way he held himself; more confident, more sure of himself, even more cocky, if you will. whatever it was, it drew your eyes to him in his tight little vest like a lightbulb draws in moths- instantly and continuously. it all came to a head when you caught the unsub responsible for drowning and resuscitating his victims until they couldn't be brought back to life. spencer dove into the lake with emily to apprehend the killer while you had helped the kid he had hostage reunite with his mother. you smiled at the scene in front of you, the teenager running into his mother's shaking arms, her holding him close in a tight embrace. another good ending, you thought to yourself before turning back to watch your fellow profilers make the arrest. suddenly, you mouth goes dry. there spencer reid stood; soaking wet, clothes sticking to his skin, chest rising and falling as he panted to catch his breath, his hand pushing his wet hair out of his face. and that stupid, goddamn kevlar vest. oh, fuck. the others walked away from the dock to situate everyone and themselves in respected vehicles that sat back on the road a few hundred feet away from where you currently were. as spencer moved to follow behind emily, hands trying to flick the water off of him, your gaze stopped him in his tracks. he stood there, a bit confused as to why you were walking towards him, seemingly entranced, instead of beelining behind everyone else.

he spoke out your name, but you remained silent, stopping just a couple feet away from him. you took him in one more time: the way his shirt became translucent, granting you with peeks of his skin; his sleeves rolled up, showing off his delicious forearms; the way his soaked pants choked his thick thighs. you became woozy with desire. spencer watched as your eyes dragged over his figure, drinking in every inch of his dripping body. "oh, baby..." you voice drawled out as soon as your gaze landed on his bulletproof vest, "you're absolutely soaking wet." spencer's eyebrows shot up his forehead at the suggestive twinkle in your timbre. you approached him further, chest just inches away from his. if he wasn't so intrigued by your reaction, he would have been a bit more cautious of lingering teammates. your hands came up to ghost over his vest, "did i ever tell you how good i think you look in this?" you looked up at him through your lashes.

spencer chuckled, "in the bulletproof vest?" you nodded in response, but spencer still couldn't really believe it. "uh, no, actually, you haven't." his eyes glinted at the way you bit your lip, his hands moving on their own accord to rest on your hips. you could feel droplets of water seep into the material and lick your skin, but you didn't give a rat's ass.

"well, you do." you whisper, hands wrapping around the back of his neck as you pull yourself up to press a kiss to his lips, "really, really good." your mouth moves enticingly with his.

"oh? is that so?" he whispers against your lips, diving back in, his fingers digging in your hips. he graciously kisses you for a moment before it dawns on him that you're both still at work- in an active crime scene, at that. "mmh, mmh!" he vocalizes between kisses as he tries to move his head back a smidge. his eyes peak open just enough to see if anyone else was around. your lips are addicting, rendering him unable to fully tell you to stop, unable to fully pull away himself. he's relieved when he spots no one. still, he know this is far from appropriate. spencer's hands move up your body to wrap around your wrists behind him, pulling them away from him and the same time he pulled away from you, "okay, okay!" he breathes out with a chuckle, "i believe you now" he tries to catch his bearings, but your pouting face causes him to laugh again

"spencerrrr," you groan at the loss of your beloved's kisses and he turns you around and pushes you towards the spot where the others vanished, walking behind you with his hands on your shoulders, your body held at an arm's distance.

"let's go, angel." his words brought out a hmph! from you. "we can do more of that later at home" he whispers, leaning in ever-so-slightly.

you turn your head back to get a glimpse of him, your eyes and smile equally wide with excitement, "can you bring the vest with you?!"

A/N: OKAYYYY lemme stop myself before things get filthy LOL do yall know which episode im referring to in the second scenario? that end scene will always get me my eye are GLUED to spencer the entire time GODDAMN. okay anyway i hope you liked this anon!!! pls tell me yalls thoughts <3

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leoluved · 2 years

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lovers rock (j.l)

summary: marc & steven take interest in you the moment they lay eyes on you, but jake is the one who's truly intrigued. even though he likes to be invisible, longs to be invisible, he cant help the way he feels when he wants you to see him. warnings: established relationship, gender neutral reader, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n, language, mentions of alcohol, nicotine, sex but no explicit smut, not proofread. song playing: lovers rock - tv girl word count: 2.4 k

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Are you sick of me?

Would you like to be?

I'm trying to tell you something,

Something that I already said,

You weren't even aware of him, the third man inhabiting the already crammed mind of the man you called a lover. Jake Lockley. Not that he showed himself to you, no. He showed himself no more to his other alters, either. You, technically speaking, were dating them for the better part of six months.

He was more than just aware of you, you engulfed his every waking thought. You were a nightmare. The way little bits of you were scattered around their already cluttered space. Little hair clips on the counter, your jewelry in a small dish by the bed. It made the days and nights Jake took over hellish. He wanted to let you know. Push you further away so he could do his job.

You like a pretty boy,

With a pretty voice,

Who is trying to sell you something,

Something that you already have,

Steven had been the one to spot you, Marc the one to pursue you. They had both taken to you like depraved koi being placed into a beautifully deceptive pond. However Jake felt like a fish out of water, gasping for air in the brief moments he had in the body. Especially when he fronted around you.

Not that you had noticed, mostly Jake managed to try and fight for control during the night. At the beginning it worked perfectly, Marc using Steven’s ‘anxieties’ about his “sleeping disorder” as an excuse before they revealed themselves to you had kept you from sleeping over. But as time went on it was hard to not let you in, especially when you surprised them at the door.

Marc definitely couldn’t turn you away when he noticed a bottle of wine in one arm and a bag of take out in the other. The sound of your voice was so clear in Jake's consciousness that night. The others still weren’t aware of him, yet. But somehow he managed to be a fly on the wall every chance you came around.

“I just wanted to drop by, maybe we could relax tonight? fun ‘lil movie date?”

But if you're too drunk to drive,

And the music is right,

She might let you stay,

But just for the night,

The night had ended with the two of you wrapped up in each other’s warmth under the covers. Jake was woken abruptly, seemingly no reason for him to be pulled forward. Perhaps Steven had fronted first and froze at the close proximity between you two. One moment Jake was floating in a stream of unconsciousness and the next his ears were ringing as he looked around the familiar surroundings.

The only unfamiliar feeling was the one of you in his arms, sleeping so peacefully. Unaware that Jake could potentially take your life at your most vulnerable. Jake chuckles lowly to himself. He could never, would never. It was just interesting to wonder how you could be so at peace unknowing of the man who lay beside you. Guard completely lowered. He slowly began to untangle himself from you, stopping the second he heard a whine escape from your lips. Praying you’ll fall back asleep, he stills.

And if she grabs for your hand,

And drags you along,

She might want a kiss,

Before the end of this song,

After a few passing moments he begins once more to untangle himself. This time you suck a breath of air through your teeth. Lifting your head from its position on his chest to look at him. His dark brown eyes meet your own before you part your mouth and manage to rasp out a whisper.

“Marc?”

Jake stares at you wide eyed before he slowly shakes his head at you. His lips are pursed tightly into a thin line and you sigh before brushing a hand through your hair. Peaking at the alarm clock on the bedside table. You try to pull him back down before he shoves himself off you this time. You pout at him. “Steven..? Where are you going? It’s late.”

He winces like you struck him with a bullet. He quickly goes to get changed. Shaking his head ‘no’ at you once more. “Not Steven either, conejita/o*.”

The switch in his dialect was quick to put you on edge, you sat up straight against the headboard. Staring at the man getting dressed in front of you. You hummed out to grab his attention in which he turned his head towards your direction. “Not Marc. Not Steven. Who?”

Your question remained unanswered because whoever was in control of the body up and left without a second thought. You couldn’t go back to sleep after that. Especially not with the way he spoke to you. It sent chills down your spine even while completely covered with the blanket.

Because love can burn like a cigarette,

And leave you alone with nothing,

Jake let the cool air of the night hit his skin, placing a hand on his forehead he felt that his skin was warm to the touch, the contrasting temperatures made his head spin. He scoffed and reached into the inside of his leather jacket. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter he placed the filter tip in between his lips. His hand cupped the other end while he lit the lighter. Placing the scratched zippo back into his pocket alongside the pack.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

It was a pattern, Jake was good at those. Memorizing the perfect times to let himself out, spending his whole life marking the patterns in between his other alters. And while he hated to pretend he was one of them, when the time was right he would get into character. Steven’s accent was harder to grasp than Marc’s, though. So whenever he needed to speak for Steven it was more roughed out grunts than words.

It didn’t matter now, Jake fronted for no reason but that hadn’t meant he was going to do nothing. He had a long mental checklist of things to do the second he got the body and managed to slip out of your grip. He felt he might have been a little rough with the way he shoved himself off you. But you didn’t know him. You knew the other two idiots who shared with him.

While the others talk,

We were listening to lovers rock,

In her bedroom,

Jake was meticulous but it wasn’t enough. Eventually the two would come to figure out why they were missing dates and times. Steven was the one to point out how it had felt when Marc took over the body. So clearly they had another inhabitant.

As soon as they came to the conclusion of another, they spoke to you. Jake was there of course, not that anyone else knew. You stood silent most of the conversation until the end when you told the others you had met Jake once. You didn’t know it was him.

Steven was the one to suggest using multiple mirrors to try and communicate with Jake. It wasn’t rocket science but they were hoping for something a little more than waking up to the body covered in bruises and cuts. Marc was on board with whatever to get ‘this fucker’ to speak up.

Jake was silent for the next couple months. He still fronted, took care of Khonshu's business. He chose to front a lot less often when you were around. You tried to not take it as personal as he seemed to make it look. You were still in a relationship with the others, he wasn’t going to deter your mind from them. He knew that. You knew that. Why try?

Jake thought he had made the perfect schedule for his fronting. Finally, with Marc and Steven’s week in mind he thought he managed to find the times he could front without any distractions. Especially you. The more the other two would spend around you the more Jake found himself thinking of you when he had control.

It was a Wednesday night. Neither Marc or Steven had to work the next day. Jake thought it was the perfect time to front. Unfortunately he didn’t calculate you and your knack for coming over unexpectedly. He awoke to find himself in the same situation as a few months prior. This time he had a lot less tact. Shoving himself off you again and trying to ignore the way his heart ached at your whine.

“Steven? Not nice.”

“Not Steven.”

You were fully awake after that.

And if you start to kiss

And the record skips

Flip it over

And sit a little closer

You stand up and speed walk to the door before he reaches it. Placing your hands in his chest to stop him from moving. “Hold on a second. Hold on a a second. Don’t go yet, Jake.” The sound of your soft voice calling his name made him stop trying to move you from the door. “How do you know my name?” His tone was strict. Cold. You smile at him. “They told me they had a couple ideas… I’m glad I chose right..” Jake felt his exterior crack at the sentence. He shook his head and went to move you from the door again.

You frown, grabbing at his hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. “Please don’t go. It’s late.” You whisper up at him, giving him your best puppy eyes. Jake scoffs but somehow still allows you to drag him back to the bed laid in the back of the room. His hand relaxed against your clenched one. His eyes rake over your form as you adjust under the covers. He chooses to sit over them.

It was strange, to feel like a stranger around someone who knows your body so well.

But if you're too drunk to drive

And the music is right

She might let you stay

But just for the night

Lifting his hand to your face you press and quick kiss against the back of his hand. You eyes trail his face. “I know we don’t know each other. But I’m hoping you’re at least a little interested in getting to know me.” He didn’t understand why you were making such an effort to try and get to know him. Jake’s face became sour before he stood up quickly. Making his way to the door before turning to look at you in the bed.

“Lo siento, pero realmente no me importa*.”

His words were sharp as the door slammed behind him. Part of him had hoped that maybe you wouldn’t have even understood what he said. He huffed out on his way down the hallway and into the elevator. If your plan was to make him wildly uncomfortable. Congratulations.

He couldn’t comprehend why you wanted to make this effort. How this was something you could want. If Jake had found out the guy he was seeing had different people living in his head? He would run for the hills. Jake didn’t think Marc was that charming. How could he introduce Steven to you without you freaking out? Instead you had opened your heart and accepted him? Accepted both of them.

Jake opened the door to the apartment he hoped was empty by now. Though he knew his hope would be short lived. Once he opened the door he found you curled up on the couch covered in a small throw blanket you and Steven had gotten together. “Primark dates ARE dates.” He remembered you saying with that signature smile on your face.

You stirred the second you heard the door close. Lifting yourself from the position you stared at him. Silent. You were afraid if you said the wrong thing he would run again. It seems you would have to take a similar approach to get to know him like you did with Marc. Not Steven. You remember his slight accent so clearly. You wondered how many times he had fronted in secret. Pretended to be someone else.

And if she grabs for your hand

And drags you along

She might want a kiss

Before the end of this song

Jake treaded slowly towards you as you stretched your arm out. He raised an eyebrow at you. Almost as if waiting to see if you would put your hand down after a moment. When you didn’t he let his hand lay in yours and took a seat next to you. He wasn’t holding your hand, more like letting his hand relax in your palm. You maneuvered his fingers to intertwine with yours and made a content hum. “What’s got you acting like a stray, hm? You think I won’t want this? Or do you think you won’t want this?”

You felt him stiffen next to you, tightening your hold on his hand as he tried to pull it away. You made eye contact and softly smiled at him. His eyes were so different from the others. You thought you had put him on edge due to your forwardness but you never got close enough to notice, he's always on edge.

Because love can burn like a cigarette

And leave you alone with nothing

“A stray? That’s bold of you to claim.” Jake turned his head to meet an all too well thought out placed mirror. He smirked at his reflection. His gaze moved to your hands joined together. “I think.. You don’t know what you want.” You laughed at his statement and relaxed against his shoulder. A peaceful silence lingered around the two of you. After a couple minutes. Hands still tightly pressed together, you reached up and pressed a gentle kiss onto the side of his face. His head turned to you like you had singed him. “I think.. I’m old enough to decide what I want. Are you?”

You stood up and began walking towards the back of the room to lay in the bed. Jake turned to face the mirror once more, and once you turned back to face him you noticed him nodding to the mirror. You smiled. Knowing someone was telling him something. He quickly stood from his spot. Turning on his heel towards you. Jake Lockley was somewhat of a mysterious man, but you were forever thankful for the chance to explore his mysteries.

conejito/a - bunny lo siento, pero realmente no me importa - i'm sorry, but really i don't care

#this was really longer than i thought it would be #i want nothing but the best for him fr..#jake lockley #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley x reader #moon knight #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #˚ . ☆ ⋆。˚ — my writing.

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chrissesbabe · 4 months

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Painting-Matt Sturniolo

Guys, this is my first time writing on here, I used to write on wattpad and a bitch had 14k reads for it to be taken down but its fine[screaming retching, crying on the inside], so now I'm going to bless yous all with my writing. Hehe. Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes or the use of incorrect grammar first a cannit spell and a have a thick accent, sorry.

WARNINGS- smut and lots of it.

Y/N- pov

To say the least, I love art, my first true love, along with Matt, following close second. Me and Matt are best friends, we have been since we were little. Me and matt came as a pare, we still do.

To me, he's a work of art, the funniest most beautiful person on the planet but, he's clueless to the fact, I have loved him since the day we met, in first grade.

Butterfly's erupt amongst my stomach, when even Matt slightly touches me, or looks at me a certain way, I cannot take my eyes off him. But, I am absolutely petrified via the fact, if I confess my love to Matt, things may become awkward and we lose our precious friendship, or we break up and never speak. So for all these long, tedious years it has been my biggest secret.

Within, my years of high school, I have always done art, its my favourite subject, Matt adores my love of art. He thinks its cool and quirky like me and believes, I have great skill, which always makes me blush.

For one of my art projects I decided to photograph Matt, I paint a plethora of portraits and I have never loved painting anyone more than Matt. I make sure to capture, his soft brunette locks, ocean blue eyes, chiselled cheeks and perfectly shaped pinkie lips.

Sometimes, in art I often stare in awe of my best friends beauty, I just simply cannot get enough. Recently, for a new project my teacher asked me to paint a live portrait. Normally, I use reference photos but now, I must get Matt to sit Infront of me for hours so I can paint him. I can't wait, staring at Matt for hours, my dream, possibly not his, but he agreed as he loves watching me do what I love.

My phone begins to buzz as I see matts name pop up on my screen.

"Hey, y/n I'm coming over now, so you can do that painting thingy, can't wait." I smile to myself as I read the message, I cant fucking wait.

MATTS POV-

I see Y/N reply to my message with,

"Okay, the doors unlocked, can't wait to paint your ugly face."

I have been looking forward to this, ever since y/n asked me, it may sound silly, but the thought of seeing y/n with her concentrating face having fun, provides me with so much enjoyment. I love her art, it reflects how beautiful she is, and how amazing her talent is.

Y/n honestly gets me through life, without her support I don't know what I would do, through creating me and my brothers channel she was and always has been our biggest supporter, and I love her for it, along with much more.

Quickly, I walk to my car, and buckle myself in, giddly I drive to her house, in anticipation for the day. Wondering into her house, I hear her shout my name as I run up the stairs, waiting for the sweet moment until I see her angelic face.

She looks beautiful as ever, sitting calmly on her desk chair with a easel and a rainbow of colourful paints laid out neatly on her desk.

Her smile warms my heart, as I walk over to her.

"Hey, cant fucking wait for this." I exclaim, embracing her in a long soft hug, as she wraps her slender arms around my shoulders, making my dick harden.

YOUR POV-

"mhm", I mumble into Matts neck, his hugs always make me feel so warm inside.

He sits down on the bed, as I take creative liberty and move his hair from his face, positioning it even more perfectly than it was before, and moving his shoulders so he's facing the perfect angle for me to capture his features.

I giggle to myself, at how silly he looks just sitting waiting for me to paint his features. He furrow's his eyebrows at me.

"What are you laughing at?" He bellows in confusion within his low and raspy voice, giving me tingles for no reason.

"You just look so silly." He giggles, and shoves my arm. I sit down and begin sketching him, making sure to capture his sharp angular features.

Patently, he sits, he sits and waits for me to draw him, occasionally, i glance over and smile within which, he returns.

Hitting a dilemma, I must move matts face.

"Is it okay, if I just rotate your face slightly," I ask confidently, and he nods. I move my hands cupping his soft face and slightly move his face forward and adjust his earing.

I can't help it but, I accidently, brush my finger over his lips, innocently and kiss his cheek, which I normally do, but this was different. Matt blushes as I pull away and begin sketching once again.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Matt shuffling, and notice him adjusting his pants.

Omg, I think he's hard. There's no way, well at least not from thinking of me, but I'm the only person here, did I make my best friend hard.

Taking my opportunity, I sweetly adjust his posture, for the drawing, I tell him, I moved my hands over his legs pushing them further apart, for the drawing, I tell myself.

Untill, I look down, making eye contact with Matt, his eyes are filled with lust and sheer sex.

Is this really happening, I question to myself.

Matt snakes his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest as we maintain eye contact, he looks down at my lips and grips my arse.

"Matty, baby we can't." I signal secretly, not wanting him to stop.

"Call me, baby one more time and i'll never stop." he answers sternly, I smile at him smugly allowing him full consent, to do whatever the fuck he wants to me. Eagerly, Matt interlocks his lips with mine, and I return, he slips his tongue across my lips, tugging at them with his teeth, immediately making me more wet than I already am.

Slow soft kisses, morph into wet, sloppy needy kisses as, I swipe my hand across his pulsating dick. I need his dick in my mouth right the fuck now.

I pull back, in awe of my best friend since childhood, with his hard dick clothed under my hand. Matt, pushes his two slender fingers into my mouth, pushing them in and out repeatedly, as I suck on them, making me want to wrap my mouth around his dick more.

I take this upon myself to drop down onto my knees and provide him with a innocent look.

"Baby, let me help you." I whisper seductively.

"Of course princess." Matt whimpers and forms my hair into a ponytail. My pussy, aches for him, as I pull his pants down and release his hard dick. Fuck me, it nearly took me out, its huge.

"Matt, I don't think it'll fit." I asked intently.

"It will, I'm sure you can do it." His words of support, give me all the confidence I need.

I pick his dick up, and treat it like my worst enemy, spitting up it and rubbing my hand up and down his dick, spreading my spit all over, making sure to rub his tip in the process.

Wrapping my mouth around his hard member, I begin to bob up and down, pumping him with my hand. Forcing him to release soft groans and aches of pleasure. After a few minutes of looking up and giving him the sex eyes, along with precum coating my lips, Matt begins to twitch.

He, pushes my head down harder onto his dick, and bucks up into my mouth, compelling me to choke on his dick.

"Mhm, fuck yes baby, going to make Daddy cum, ye?" Matt mumbles.

I nod and moan into Matt's dick, which only makes me gagg more.

Matt picks up his whimpers, making me almost cum from his sounds. Suddenly, Matt releases and coats my mouth with his cum, as it drip's down onto my reddish lips.

I smirk to Matt and rub my hand up his dick and gently touch his tip, knowing how sensitive he is from cumming that hard.

"Let me make you feel good, princess." Making me fold, I interlock my lips with his, and he pulls my lace pantys down and pulls my oversized graphic t of.

Revealing my tits, Matt stares in awe of how big they are.

"How have you been hiding these." As he says this, he takes one nipple into his mouth leaving hickies all over my tits and rolls, my other nipple with his finger, making my head fall back in blissful pleasure.

"Ride me baby." Matt moans out, rubbing my clit, with my moist wetness, and pulls me down onto him. Slowly, I push his tip into me, moaning at his girth, ass I attempt to push him all the way in.

"Relax gorgeous let me in." Within his words, he guides me down onto him. Almost screaming, I begin to grind onto him. He places his hands onto my arse and slapps it aggresivly, causing me to release a pornographic moan. Making him smile in a lustful manor.

I begin to pick up my pase, chasing my orgasm and Matt's whimpers of pleasure edging me even more.

"You should paint this position." Matt groans out.

"Ohhh, fuck yes Daddy." I scream as I begin to sense that familiar euphoric feeling in the pit of my stomach form. What a great idea.

"Matt, Matt, I'm going to cum."

"Cum with with me y/n" My legs begin to shake uncontrollably, as I release around his dick, smothering my pussy in both our juices.

I drop a sweat peck on Matts lips, before I lay down next to him, my art supplies scattered everywhere.

"Y/N." Matt softly asks.

"Yes, Matt."

"I love you."

"I have loved you since the day I met you."

Hoped you enjoyed this you absolute sluts, I just came up with this on the spot and then me vape died, nearly cried. But I haven't seen anything like this before, hehe love art, thought a was being different and quirky. I have missed writing omg, if you have any suggestions make sure to message me, might not be able to do loads tho, as I have lots of revision.

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014 | golden ginko leaves.

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pairing : jojolion x gn reader summary : the heir to an limitless fortune goes on a vacation to morioh to find their true love. seems easy enough; only, if that they're unable to find their love, they'll lose not just their fortune, but their life. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 3.6k+

Y/N: they cancelled :’)

KARERA: ?

YASUHO: what happened?

JOSUKE: all of them? Didn’t you have 5 dates?

Y/N: Yeah. Apparently none of them can make it

JOSHU: And this is a bad thing how? This just means you should go out with me like i’ve been saying

KARERA: Shut up. Why’d they cancel though?

JOSHU: Because they were never serious to begin with Unlike me. I’m always 100%

DAIYA: Aww, that’s so sad. y/n are you okay? Don’t cry, there’s still hundreds of people out thereIt is kinda hurtful tho >.< i’d literally cry

Y/N: I’m fine, just confused. Funeral, stomach bug, just got back with their ex, doesn’t remember who i am and ignored my messageIn that order for karera ^^

HATO: That’s actually some terrible luck. Even i’ve never been stood up that many times

DAIYA: Do you think it’s a sign? y/n will never find their true love T-T

YASUHO: If anything, it’s probably a sign that none of those people were y/n’s true love

JOSHU: And that they should ~go out with me~

JOSUKE: ^^ who added you to this chat?

JOSHU: I’m y/n’s fiancé i have a right to be here

JOSUKE: You actively discourage all of our efforts to find someone for y/n. That’s the opposite of what a fiance should be doing

DAIYA: He’s just being possessive kekeThe main interest has to get jealous or they never make their move >:)

YASUHO: 0_o

Y/N So what am i supposed to do now?

JOSHU:GoOut WithMe

KARERA: Goddamn relax. I swear

JOSHU: What happened to not throwing away options. At this point i’m your best option i dont know why youre mad

Y/N : …

JOSUKE: Was there anyone else you were interested in? It might be worth it to see if they could hang out for a little

KARERA: Josuke you sly dog :3

JOSUKE: ??

Y/N: Well. Oh wait, one of them did reply

DAIYA: Who? WHO?

Y/N: I’ll get back to you guys. We’re going to meet right now. Do any of you know where mutsukabe promenade is? It’s fine, i can figure it out

HATO: Ooh congrats. Looks like you found someone after all

DAIYA: Yayayay! So romantic im literally dying

KARERA: Hell yeah. Go get them casanova

YASUHO: Wait … Isn’t that

JOSUKE: Y/N don’t leave yetYou can’t go there. It’s dangerous

JOSHU: FUCK THAT’S SHAKEDOWN ROADYOU CANT GO THERE YOU’LL LOSE ALL YOUR MONEYARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING

KARERA: What the hell is shakedown road

JOSUKE: It’s hard to explain. they just can't go. Y/N stay where you are I'm coming to get you

JOSHU: Aye not you tryna steal my fiancé. THEY’RE MINE YOU HEAR? JOSUKE I MEAN IT LEAVE THEM ALONE I’LL GET THEM

DAIYA: awwww it’s just like the dramas <333

You didn’t know how long it had been since you’d left the villa. All you knew was that you were regretting not looking up where your date actually wanted to meet. Prospective date, really, since neither of you were sure if this could even be called a “date”.

Admittedly, through the blur of meeting dozens of people at the fruit parlour, you didn’t remember many faces. Everyone had begun to blur together after your fourth tart and sixth glass of melon juice. You felt incredibly guilty that you couldn’t put a face to the person who had texted you. You were sure you would recognize them when you saw them, but as of now, they were but a string of numbers.

The directions they had given you seemed simple enough and they assured you that it wasn’t far to walk. It wouldn’t have hurt to actually figure out where exactly Mutsukabe Promenade was, though. Daiya and Josuke might have mentioned it in passing but neither of them had actually taken you. You wondered why, considering a public walk seemed like the perfect place to bump into strangers and fall in love.

You had gotten annoyed with all of the notifications coming from the group text and muted the chat before you left. It was probably just everyone moaning and groaning over your love life.

After backtracking to the bus stop for the fourth time in a row, you gave up and approached one of the pedestrians on the street to ask for directions. There was an old man sitting on a bench before a pet shop, aquariums stacked behind him in the storefront. His little dog yawned, kicking up the gingko leaves around its feet. You realized this entire street was covered with them. Tall, spindly trees were planted every few feet. The distinctive leaves had turned a bright gold colour and they carpeted the pavement and street, swirling up in trails as people walked by.

“Good morning, sir,” you said. “I was wondering if you could tell me where Mutsukabe Promenade was?”

The old man blinked up at you. “No need. You’re already here.”

“Oh. I had no idea.” You looked around, wondering if you had missed a street sign somewhere.

“What are you looking for?”

“A friend. I'm supposed to meet him here.”

“How nice,” the old man leaned back, hiding his face under his green cap. “From here down until the next bend is the promenade. Your friend shouldn’t be far off.”

That was a relief. You’d been afraid the promenade would be on the other side of Morioh. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.”

“My pleasure.”

You turned on your heel, ready to start down the walk when the old man cleared his throat.

“I sincerely apologize if I’m mistaken, but I believe you’ve stepped on something, yes?”

“Sorry?”

The old man tilted his head, his eyebrow raised. “My dog’s leash. You just stepped on it and snapped it.”

You glanced down at the dog. Even though you were sure it had been nowhere near you, the leash that had tied it to the bench was now in two pieces. The dog looked just as confused as you did.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know how that happened. I didn’t do anything to the leash.”

“I know you’re a tourist, but we expect visitors to be civil and courteous in Morioh,” the old man said pointedly. “I very clearly saw you snap my dog’s leash. Whatever I may have done to offend you, that was quite rude of you.”

“But I was walking away. I couldn’t have stepped on it.”

“And now you’re lying. I don’t know where you’re from, but we don’t look kindly upon dishonesty here.”

You gaped at the old man. Did he really think you had gone out of your way to snap his dog’s leash? Why would you even do that? All you had done was ask for directions.

“Sir, the leash must have snapped on its own or something. I swear I didn’t have anything to do with it. I really have to go.”

The dog barked loudly as you started to leave. You heard the sound of its paws skittering on the pavement, and a second later, you jumped out of the way as it barrelled past you.

“Now look at what you’ve done!” the old man shouted. “How am I supposed to catch that dog? If you break something, you have to take responsibility for it! Those are the rules!”

You swore under your breath and started to chase after the dog. You hadn’t taken more than a few steps, however, when the crunch of glass made you stop. You lifted your feet to find shards of glass littering the pavement and a trail of water leaking near your feet. When you looked back at the aquariums, you were shocked to find one of them had shattered, almost as though someone had thrown themselves at the tanks.

The old man scowled. “Not only have you snapped my dog’s leash and lost my dog, you’ve also broken one of my aquariums. Those aren’t cheap, you know. That particular one you broke is nearly 400 thousand yen.”

You could only stare. The immediate reaction was to protest, but there was a rip in your sleeve that hadn’t been there before.

The old man steepled his fingers. “You’re not thinking of running, are you? I’ve been around a long time. I’ll track you down no matter what.”

The commotion had attracted attention. People drifted towards you and the old man, murmuring suspiciously. A few goon-ish looking guys glared at you, their jaws clenched.

“Aye, you making trouble or something?” one of them sneered, jutting his chin out.

Your stomach flip-flopped, suddenly uncomfortable with the press of people. “What do you want me to do?” you asked the old man. “I’ll pay for the leash and the aquarium. Is that what you want?”

The old man sighed. “I suppose that’s the least you can do.”

With a glance around, you took out your wallet and withdrew a few banknotes. Shit. You didn’t have anywhere near 400 thousand yen. At least the crowd dispersed at the sight of your money.

“I only have 15 thousand on me,” you said quietly.

The old man peered at the banknotes, then snatched them from your hand. “Then you’ll just have to pay everyday until you get to 400 thousand, huh?” He flicked through the money quickly, heading back to the pet shop. If he cared that his dog was still missing, he didn’t show it.

When he disappeared inside, you quickly walked away. There was no way you would pay the rest of that. You’d just have to make sure not to come around here anymore. You tried to be more careful as you walked, keeping a careful eye out for everyone that passed by. You couldn’t wrap your head around what had happened. You were sure you hadn’t broken the aquarium or done anything to the leash. Could it have been the old man? A Stand ability? Or maybe he had just been after your money.

You scowled. You’d left the rest of your cash at home. Now if you found your date, they’d think you were stingy. If you’d been with Karera, she wouldn’t have let this happen. She probably would’ve used Love Love Deluxe to do something crazy and demand that the old man compensate you.

If only you still had access to the fortune. It was true that you didn’t know how good things were until you lost them. All you had on you now was your phone and … your bone dice.

You turned sharply back to the pet shop, dice clenched in your hand.

Joshu hated the sense of déjà vu he felt sprinting towards Shakedown Road. He and Josuke had this exact same thing when Daiya dragged Y/N to the shopping district. It was looking to be a shitty month if he had to chase after Y/N everytime they landed their ass in trouble.

And why the fuck did Josuke run so fast?

“Oi, is your ass on fire or something?” he wheezed at Josuke’s back. “They’re gonna lose a few yen, but Y/N isn’t gonna die there.”

Josuke wasn’t even out of breath, damn him. “Y/N doesn’t know about the extortion on Shakedown Road, so they’ll pay everyone they come across. If someone finds out Y/N’s fortune never runs out, they’ll just keep demanding money and never let them leave.”

Joshu didn’t deny it. If it had been him, he probably would have done that too.

“It won’t be that bad,” Joshu said instead. “They can afford to lose a few thousand yen.”

“Did you forget what happened the last time we went?”

“Yeah, I saved your ass.”

“You didn’t even think to tell me about the ginkgo leaves.”

“You figured it out, didn’t you? If an idiot like you can do it, I’m sure Y/N can too.”

Josuke didn’t give Joshu the satisfaction of a reaction. Joshu huffed, seeing little fans of gold speckle the ground. Here they were. The worst road in Morioh.

The pedestrians on the street all perked up as he and Josuke passed, but since both of them took care not to step on any ginkgo leaves, no one bothered them. Josuke went to call Y/N’s phone, his head swivelling every which way. Joshu didn’t waste his breath calling their name. He knew he’d find them eventually.

The thing about them was that they just attracted attention. In an understated way that was the opposite of how rich people usually acted. They were languid, blasé, but also attentive and curious. They were mellow, but not a pushover. Even after a week or two of talking to them, Joshu still couldn’t pin down what exactly made Y/N take up space the way they did.

If Joshu was being honest, he was probably thinking more about Y/N than he should have been. The comment about making Y/N fall in love had been pure, stupid impulse, and he’d tried multiple times after the fact to play it off as a joke. But his pride had a mind of its own, and every time he typed out the message, he had to delete it, because he was already too far in to back down. At this point, it was almost habit to reach for his phone as soon as he woke up to send Y/N an ironically sappy message about how he would win them over, and wait until after breakfast for a response sharp enough to cut glass. A rhythm settled between the two of them, a familiarity to his goading and their smartass remarks.

And sometimes, when Joshu drew back a little, Y/N would actually tell him things. About their family and their home. He teased the shit out of them for it, but actually, Joshu found it nice to learn more about the heir he’d picked up from the airport. The rich brat was now less of a brat and more of an acquaintance. A friend even.

Joshu told anyone who would listen he was only in it for the money. Y/N was an asshole. Who the hell would fall in love with them? He was chasing after them because he didn’t want them to die and take their fortune with them. If something happened to them, he’d lose his chances. If it weren’t for that—

—he wouldn’t care about them at all. Probably. Almost-definitely.

A blur in the corner of his Joshu’s eye was all he needed. It was Y/N, in the midst of what looked like a borderline brawl.

How surprising.

For a second, Joshu was about to let Josuke keep running ahead while he went to save Y/N. He didn’t need Josuke ruining his chances. But then a clamour went up among the crowd and Josuke whipped his head around.

Goddamnit.

“What’s happening?” Josuke said. He shielded his eyes with his hand, peering into the crowd. Joshu noticed he did that stupid pose a lot.

“They probably found out Y/N is filthy rich,” Joshu grumbled. He started forward. “A few unscrewed hands and elbows should break it up.”

Josuke grabbed his arm. “Wait. There’s already someone with them.”

“Who gives a shit? I still have to go in there and…” Joshu trailed off, eyes falling on the person beside Y/N. The back of his neck pricked uncomfortably.

Whoever he was, he couldn’t have been taller than Joshu, which gave him a morsel of satisfaction. Either he had a very round hairstyle or a very round hat with two swirls on either side that looked stupid either way. Joshu sneered at the ugly-ass floral pants and teddy bears hanging from each shoulder. Whoever this person was, their clothes were hideous as hell.

Joshu squinted, barely able to make out the guy’s blue-tinted lips moving. He slung an arm over Y/N, making Joshu’s jaw tighten, before flinging a careless hand at the crowd. He cocked his head as a teenager stepped forward, seeming to listen. Y/N shook his head emphatically when the guy looked at them, and this prompted him to shrug at the teenager. The crowd started up again, but the guy remained unruffled. He slipped his hand into his vest and took out a stack of banknotes. He counted out a few, his arm still over Y/N, then handed them over to the teenager. Joshu frowned as the crowd seemed to accept this. They dispersed as Y/N and the guy headed inside the grill they had been standing in front of.

“The hell just happened?”

“Looks like it got cleared up.” Josuke raised an eyebrow at him. “I guess we didn’t need to come out here at all.”

“Are you shitting me? That guy is suspicious as hell! How do you know he didn’t take Y/N inside to slit their throat and take all their money?”

“Because that’s what you’re going to do.” Josuke muttered, but Joshu pretended not to hear.

“Come on. There’s suspect people crawling all over Morioh. It’s gonna be on us if that guy’s a serial killer.”

Josuke reluctantly allowed Joshu to drag him inside the grill. It didn’t take long for them to find the booth Y/N and the guy were sitting at and position themselves at the optimal spying angle.

Joshu let Josuke order. Joshu was too preoccupied trying to look natural while trying not to miss a second that went by at Y/N’s booth. He had been there all day during that speed-dating thing his dad had set up. He was fully prepared to see the glaze of boredom steal over Y/N’s face, and laugh at the defeated slump of the guy’s shoulders as he slunk out. This guy with the ugly-ass hair would just be another unmemorable date, and Y/N would finally realize he was the one they should go out with.

An hour passed. Y/N didn’t leave and neither did the guy. Joshu felt more confused than anything as the reservation on Y/N’s face melted into curiosity and then outright delight. The entire time, the guy’s face remained softly expectant, attentive but not too eager. His blue-tinted lips would pull into a smile, and with every laugh he coaxed out of Y/N, Joshu’s stomach twisted.

Y/N liked this guy. Way more than any of the people they’d met at the fruit parlour.

At some point, Josuke stopped watching Y/N altogether and focused on finishing his food. Joshu hadn’t even touched his chicken wings.

“How are you not more upset about this?” Joshu hissed.

Josuke glanced at Y/N. His gaze lingered, but he didn’t look overly concerned. “Why would I be upset? It looks like they’re hitting it off. That’s a good thing, right?”

“But he’s a scumbag! Who the hell would ask their date to meet them at fucking Shakedown Road?”

“It is kind of weird, but they’re fine, aren’t they?”

Joshu hated how calm Josuke seemed. This guy was competition. Joshu could handle Josuke, but what could he do against someone he’d never met?

Joshu got to his feet. “Where are you going?” Josuke asked.

“I don’t care how nice he looks. My gut is just screaming that he’s bad news.”

“Don’t.”

Joshu marched over to their booth. Y/N and the guy were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t notice him until he was right up against their table.

“Hey, asshole, what do you think you’re doing?”

The guy and Y/N blinked up at Joshu. Y/N’s face instantly shuttered.

“Joshu, what are you doing here?”

“You’re from Morioh, aren’t you?” Joshu jabbed his finger at the guy’s face. His thick eyebrows climbed his forehead. “How stupid do you have to be to invite your date to Shakedown Road? Everyone knows you get your money stolen from you here.”

“Joshu, can you leave us alone?”

“I admit that was my bad,” the guy said. Joshu instantly hated his voice. “It slipped my mind. I forgot that tourists don’t know about this road. But this grill is one of my favourites, so I had to bring them.”

“Yeah, right,” Joshu sneered. “You were in on it, same as everyone on this damn street. You were trying to extort all of Y/N’s money. Taking advantage of the fact that they didn’t know about the gingko leaves.”

The guy ducked his head. “I can be a little spacey. I apologize.”

“Joshu, leave it,” Y/N said through their teeth. “We already cleared this up.”

“I thought you’d be smarter than this,” Joshu said. “You just met this guy, why do you trust him already?”

“I’m sorry about him,” Y/N said to the guy, and Joshu could have screamed.

“Friend of yours?”

“I guess so. You can get going if you’re busy. I’ll handle the bill.”

“Nice try,” the guy said, snatching the bill from Y/N. “I know you already gave up all your money. I’ll handle the bill.”

Y/N smiled and Joshu balked at how shy it looked. “Talk to you later?”

“Of course. It was nice meeting you. I’d walk you home, but your friend looks like he wants to talk to you.”

Y/N got to their feet, still smiling. The smile dropped as soon as they were outside the grill. Y/N waved weakly at Josuke before glowering at Joshu.

“What do you want, Joshu? You told me you wanted me to fall in love with you. Were you being serious? Because if you are, do something. Don’t keep following me around and sending me texts and crashing my dates unless you actually want something to happen.”

Josuke started to speak but Y/N stopped him. They kept their gaze on Joshu, their mouth set in a tight line.

It felt like Joshu’s mouth moved by itself. “I don’t say things I don’t mean. Go out with me. Tomorrow. I’ll show you just how serious I am.”

Y/N looked surprised, then grimly satisfied.

“Fine then.”

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Conflicted

A/N(?): i am !!NOT!! a writer, everything i write and post is simply for fun and not to be taken seriously

A/N: i got this idea since i first listened to Melt by Kehlani which was months ago, i didnt know how to write or who to request it to so i held onto it but now it’s finally a written fic!!!

This is for my queer girlies <3

reader x urban, previous reader x kehlani

This is my first angst ever so please go easy on me💀

Your relationship with Urban is pretty new. The two of you started talking not too long after you had dealt with what you still called ‘your worst heartbreak ever’. Urban was aware that you just got out of a two year long relationship and he was very patient with your emotions.

He never rushed you and made sure that you were always comfortable with the pace you two were moving at.

He was really into you from the very beginning and to avoid anything going wrong, he decided to simply sit back and let you lead the ship. About two months into the talking stage things started getting more and more serious between the two of you. You would stay over at his place and he would stay over at yours, you guys would go on little dates here and there and you even met his friends and family. Urban had met your sisters and cousins but had yet to meet your parents because they lived in a different state.

The topic of your previous relationship had always been a sensitive one, Urban knew this which is why he avoided the subject just as much as you. The only thing he knew was that your ex partner was a woman and that it was the longest relationship you’ve had.

“Baby i’m joining Jack at the studio today do you wanna come with?” It wasn’t a rare occurrence that Urban would ask you to join them at the studio but it was rare that you would say yes.

You just felt like his time at the studio with Jack and his friends was his ‘me time’ and didn’t want to take that from him. However, you had nothing planned today and decided to hang out with them at the studio. You and Urb arrived at the studio at the same time as Jack who happened to be accompanied by dj drama.

What you didn’t expect is to run into your ex when you all walked through the door of the building. You could feel your heartbeat speed up and your thoughts were running faster than your brain could process, trying to think of how to handle the situation.

“I heard you have an album on the way” Jack said to Kehlani, to which she replied “I do i do i’m so excited for it i can’t wait for everyone to listen to it cause we actually just added some finishing touches and its good to go.” You didn’t know if you should feel relieved that she acted like the two of you were strangers or if you should be upset. You began to overthink more and more until Jacks voice interrupted your chaotic train of thought “That’s whats up, we’re actually working on my new album too right now so i definitely feel your excitement, got some pretty legendary features coming too “ “I cant wait to hear what you put out, i have a really special one on the album, i mean all these songs are special to me but there’s one i wrote for my last girl so i hope she listens to it.” well

“Damn you got some romantic shit on yours meanwhile i got a song named side piece” They all laughed at Jacks remark but you were still stuck on what Keh had said. She wrote a song for you…. not that she hasn’t done that before i mean..you did date for two wonderful years. But this time it was different. This time you hadn’t been peeking over her shoulder while she wrote the lovely words about your smile and how you touch her.

Was it going to be a happy song? a sad song? Urban noticed that you seemed distracted during the whole studio session. You would miss every joke because of how consumed you were by your thoughts.

On the way to drop you off you asked Urban if he would like to stay over. He felt relieved that even though you clearly weren’t in the best headspace you still wanted him close. He felt like it was an improvement from how you would usually shut him out when something was bothering you at the beginning of your relationship.

The two of you smoked and watched some of your favorite shows and cuddled all through the night. In the morning you felt much better but yesterday’s situation was still in the back of your mind.

As the days passed you slowly forgot all about it. Urban had been the sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was supportive of your model career and even helped you take your new digitals for a new agency you recently got signed to. A few weeks have gone by and the closer it got to Kehlani’s album release date, the more you kept seeing it everywhere. Instagram, Twitter, you name it.

It was 4 in the morning but you were laid in bed wide awake not being able to fall asleep. You were anxious to listen to Kehs new album but Urbans arm was around your waist while he was spooning you. His soft snores and occasional sleepy mumbling filled your ears as you gently caressed the hair on his arm.

By 6am you managed to fall back asleep until 8:30. Urb had to get up and get ready to go to work with Jack and you decided to get up as well. “Okay baby i’m gonna head out so i’m not too late, you know how mister tumnus gets” he says to you with a goofy smile on his face causing you to laugh as well. Urban stood at the foot of the bed just admiring you, sitting against the head of the bed covered up in the white blankets. He couldn’t believe he had such a beautiful soul to call his, your beauty was something he’d never get over. No matter how crazy your hair looked every morning. Pillow marks on your chubby cheeks and all.

“Stop staring at me you creep, you’re gonna end up late” you say to him half jokingly. His stare would always make your cheeks feel warm and made it hard for you to hold back a flustered smile. “Can i get a kiss before i go?” you pretended to think about your answer before giving into him, you could never say no to a kiss from him. I mean come on…do you see those lips?!

“Hmmmm, you don’t gotta ask twice” you had crawled to the end of the bed and stood on your knees so the two of you were now face to face.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist bringing you into what was meant to be a simple peck but slowly became more. His kisses were soft and felt like a warm hug.

Urban pulled back against his will. Because he knew that if he didn’t stop himself, he would either end up late or not leave your house at all. “You’ll come pick me up for lunch?” “Yeah hopefully the interview wont take too long, be ready when i get here okay?” “Okay baby, don’t forget your keys” you say to him when he’s halfway out the bedroom door and he sticks out a thumbs up through the door so you know he heard your reminder.

You got up and took a shower and decided to do some cleaning around the house. After you officially had nothing left to do you put on a random tv show. As soon as you opened your instagram you remembered that Kehs album had dropped. You had been so distracted by Urbans love and affection that it had left your mind almost completely.

You nervously went onto spotify searching up the album. Her music was always a good feeling to you, you always associated it with happiness so this new feeling of nervousness didn’t feel good in the slightest. You scrolled through the first songs and went straight to the one she had mentioned to Jack but indirectly at you too a few weeks ago. The title of the song was ‘melt’, you put the tv on mute and played the song.

I can't tell where your hair ends and mine begins

If I ain't have all these tattoos, I would think that it's your skin

If I move too quick past you, I would think it's my reflection

Being this close isn't close enough

You could tell every time we touch, every time we, oh

The first verse was already hard to deal with, you could feel your heartbeat speed up the tiniest bit and your eyes were starting to feel teary. And then came the pre chorus.

Wish I could build me a cute apartment

One-bedroom right where your heart is

Inch of space feels broken-hearted

Across the bed feels way too far and

I wonder when they see just one, do they see us two?

Ooh, oh

The lyrics had felt like a punch to the gut. No matter how much you tried you couldn’t hold back your tears. The longer you listened to the lyrics the harder you began to cry. You loved Kehlani with all your heart. The two years you two were together was the best years of your life, she was the best partner you had ever had in more ways than one. The breakup had been a mutual decision simply because you both wanted different things out of life. It hurt more than you could ever describe to someone.

Hearing her beautiful voice with such sentimental lyrics towards you threw your emotions for a loop. You thought that you had been over the situation and had all your focus on Urban and your new relationship but now you felt like you were wrong. Were you still in love with Keh? Do you really love Urban as much as you say you do? Had you been using him this whole time just to get over Keh?

You were so deep into your thoughts that you hadn’t heard Urban come in. Urb was alarmed when he was met with you crying your eyes out to Kehlani’s new album. He walked over to you lowkey wanting to laugh thinking it was just you being emotional. His smile dropped once you looked up at him. He knew that face…this wasn’t just you being emotional to a sad song.

He had so many questions, but you were so hysterical that he couldn’t even get one out. All he could do was hold you as you sobbed into his shoulder.

You definitely had some explaining to do….

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pokemon-dungeon-masters · 2 months

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Charsheet Sunday... 2!

Some players have taken to adding images to their character sheet, which I think is a wonderful idea! Helps fill out the blank area in the Personality page of the sheet as well.

One advantage of the tabletop format is the increased flexibility characters can have for their appearance. It's also in line with spinoff games like Pokemon Stadium and Magikarp Jump, which often feature unusually colored pokemon that nevertheless aren't shiny.

Question of the Day: How does your character look? Do they have any unusual traits for their species?

For Cleric the Clefairy, probably the most notable feature is Shriek the Haunter, who he's almost never seen without. They're almost literally attached at the hip - they're based on the old fan theory of Gengar actually being the shadow of a Clefable.

[Image ID: Pokemon Trading Card Game art of Clefairy by Mina Nakai and Haunter by DOM. The two card arts are edited into a single picture such that Haunter is looming behind Clefairy, extending its hand to the viewer.]

Charsheet under the cut.

Cleric met an odd Gastly when he was just a Cleffa and decided it needed a friend. He considers Shriek his bestie now, not to mention a great help with Guild work. Will try to smooth things over when Shriek's antics start getting to be a little too much for others to handle… which is often.

Naturally, Cleric is designed to support his team, healing and debuffing everyone he can. Even Splash has a use here, giving mobility that other pokemon can't keep up with.

This character is actually a collaboration between another player, who made Shriek's character sheet.

Shriek was spawned in a unique way, as a Ghastly when Cleric was a Cleffa long ago. Bound to Cleric, Shriek was originally spiteful at his lot in life, and tried to torment Cleric as best he could, only to have little to no effect on Cleric. After offering dark pacts and ghastly bargains, only to be refused outright, Shriek eventually decided to work with Cleric rather than hinder him. Using his ghostly powers to get into places Cleric cant, Shriek is most often lurking in Cleric's shadow, waiting for opportunities to mess with people.

Between Cleric and Shriek debuffing enemies into oblivion, enemies are probably not going to have a good time.

While talking about mechanics is fun and all, this is what the game is all about - relationships between characters and how they shape each other. Would love to actually play them, though. When the guidebook is finally released... that's when the real fun can begin.

#pmdnd #ttrpg #pmd #homebrew #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokédungeon #pdm #pdm update

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ficklefood · 11 months

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ok more thoughts for my married jasico fic(?) idea (that i talked about in my last post)

they are in their mid-late 20s by this point, nico has now taken on a director-type kind of role in camp half-blood and is way more hands-on than either chiron or mr d. the demigods absolutely love nico and look up to him, and nico kind of has this thing going on where he *pretends* to be stern and mature as an authority figure, but the kids thinks he's too cool in like, an edgy epic way, to ever be actually scared of him. (which, of course, boggles him every time and makes his heart twist because these kids like him and arent scared, even though he's been in a staff role on camp for like 7 years and counting now)

nico is pretty much a kindergarten-middle school-high school teacher (because chb's got kids of all ages), pretty much a physical education-arts and crafts-home economics-all around teacher, slash guidance counselor, slash wilderness and survival coach, slash friendship/love advice-giver/mediator -- he does a lot on camp for the kids. and a lot of his time is dedicated to the younger ones, who of course need more guidance and supervision. nico's pretty much settled into the role of everyone's secondary parent (and for some sad cases, he has to play as a primary parent figure). it's demanding work but he wouldnt have it any other way. he's making sure that camp is *home* for the young demigods in a way he wished he had it from the very beginning.

i also like the idea of nico having taken a few psychology and education courses, to help him be a better support figure for demigods who are going through some traumatic stuff. gods know he's been through a lifetime's worth of trauma a kid shouldn't have gone through. he didnt finish an entire degree though, he decided that academics isnt really his thing

jason, on the other hand, went to college to study history and got really into it. now he's pursuing a career as a historian and is starting his phd! everyone, including himself, thought he would be into roman military history, but as he started his historical studies and was exposed to all kinds of different stuff, he eventually settled on a real interest in social history, especially queer history, in the ancient world. he finished his undergrad at new rome but started his postgrad someplace nearer long island/camp half blood, so nico can go to work in camp, and because jason got a good offer at whatever university anyway

they have a house near camp and jason drives nico to and from work since they have 1 car. picking nico up and driving home together after a long day always puts a smile on jason's face, no matter how tiring or frustrating his research was that day. he would always find time to help nico out on camp, and often gives special history classes to the kids (alongside the usual combat training and strategy classes he's always been good at too). nico and jason go jogging along camp halfblood's beach every sunday. the campers know jason and love him as they love nico! he's more open about spoiling them, especially the littler ones, than nico, who also cant help his soft spot for them, but at still tries to be stern (and fails)

by this point theyre more than ready to start their own little family. theyre so so ready to have their own kids! nico cherishes the happy moments with his family from his childhood, before everything got complicated.... jason wants to find that happy family life, that he never really got to have as a kid, with nico.... so they talk about it from time to time until they decide to actually *do* something about it and start looking up their options like adoption or surrogates and then boom, one day a baby shows up on their doorstep, with soft, blond hair like jason and warm, dark eyes like nico, swaddled up in a basket and sleeping soundly, and oh...the baby is a gift from...juno? who's pleased that they're such a wonderful married couple and deigned to go ahead and grant them this beautiful child?

anyway ok much to think about much to flesh out, but god i really want this to be A Fic that i can yknow Read and stuff and just have in my hands. yknow. ugh

#jasico #pjo #nico di angelo #jason grace #married jasico

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skyechild · 9 months

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Pain in love

𖤐 pairing: life!Siyeon x death!Fem!reader (f/f) 𖤐 genre: angst no fluff whatsoever 𖤐 warnings: death mentions 𖤐 wc: 800 𖤐trope/au: life/death au, f2l, somewhat already established 𖤐 summary: Life and death were not supposed to meet, or even be friends. anything you touch dies, anything Siyeon touches is given life. You just hate that you cant touch her. It made you want to cry. The girl that you loved...you couldnt touch her. 𖤐 notes: yes i know its short but what can i do? 𖤐Tags: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky / @stravvberrymilksan

You were death, coming to collect the dying who didn't have the possibility or strength to fight any longer. You came to collect their souls and carry them over. You could only touch the dead. Anything living would rot again from the inside out.

Siyeon was life, pressing against hopeful parents stomach to give them a wish they asked for. When she touched a dying flower it bloomed again, when someone had the strength to fight for even a little bit longer and some hope, she would give them that tiny bit of life.

You supposed it was fair enough. She was there at the beginning of life, you were at the end. Never to meet. Maybe it would have been easier if you had never met. But the thought hurts. You were too scared to touch her. What if your touch killed her? You hadn't touched anyone, and you didn't want to start with her.

Her smile lit up the room, yours dimmed the room, a sense of foreboding taking over. Her skin had life in it, a beautiful slight tan in it. Your skin was ashy grey, it was unsightly, ugly. You were the complete opposites. You didn't let her touch you, scared something would happen if she did.

You had met by mistake. Both of you sent to the same person. Her there to give them more life, you there to take life. You both froze at the sight of each other. It had been quiet for moment before Siyeon had moved forwards towards the person that you had spoken up. "Its his time." You had warned and she had looked down at him then back to you. "He can still fight left in him." You had shook your head. "Life, youve given him too much time." You had confessed. "He is exhausted, youve extended it too long." You had murmured and she looked at you, eyes glossy.

Siyeon hated when she had let let people go, not give them that boost that she could. But she knew you were right, the usual look they had when she first came to give people just a few days or a week left was gone. He was skin and bones. He had no muscle of fat left. "He is in pain." You had moved forward as well, by her side now. "But you can wake his family up." You had soothed her, itching to wipe away her tears.

That was how you both met. It was bittersweet. You taking a life and her not being able to help. You had to escort her out to sit down, taking a seat next to her.

"Y/n?" You were taken out of your thoughts at the call of your name. Looking up at the girl you smiled fondly. "Hello." You whispered, she smiled softly. She never minded the sense of foreboding whenever you smiled. "How are you?" You question and her smile grows. "Ive been wonderful!" She motioned towards you, returning the question. "Im the best as i can be." You smile fell a bit. The best anyone can be when taking lives. You meant and she knew it.

You both had known each other for a few millennia now, the brewing of something surrounding you guys made you nervous. You have never liked someone, or even been in love. You had thought it was stupid. Why fall in love with someone when you might end up taking their life? You knew with someone immortal it would be easier..if they were your side of things. But someone like Siyeon? You didnt want to risk it, no matter how hard she tried.

You were about to go to your boss and ask if you could touch other immortals that were not under death. If your touch worked on the other side, on Siyeon's side.

You hoped not.

You didnt want it to work on something so beautiful. You supposed life itself was beautiful even though you saw the end. You saw the tragedies, the pain and suffering. While Siyeon saw the bright side, the births and joys. You had to let fate take its course as well. (Minji was a sweetheart.) But you loved Siyeon and you knew she loved you. That scared you the most.

How could someone so beautiful, someone who gives and gives and gives while you can only take and take and take. That didnt seem fair to you. Why couldnt you give. You wanted to give, you wanted to give Siyeon anything and everything you wanted. But at the end of the day, you both werent suited for each other. It was a forbidden love, the worst type of love in your opinion. It hurt the most and it hurt everyone with no remorse.

#skyechilds work #cultofdionysusnet #dreamcatcher imagine #lee siyeon imagine #dreamcatcher angst #lee siyeon angst #siyeon imagine

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zootplayz · 4 months

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Baby Machine

First things first, the family's heir and the baby I didn't introduce you to, Simon has grown up.

He is a sweet and angelic little guy who gets lots of playtime with his mom.

Which makes sense seeing as how Luna has nothing else to do. All day she lazes about the house watching television.

Or playing with her son's toys since she never really grew up.

All while waiting for Damien to come home but he doesn't exactly talk to her until the baby-making begins.

And as far as his child is considered Damien only speaks to him to yell at him for making a mess.

Apparently, his idea of becoming a super parent is strict punishment. At least Grandma Daphne is still around and visits regularly so Simon is taken proper care of by someone.

You'd of thought Damien would have picked something up from his mother but she may have spoiled him too much.

Damien may be an aspiring super parent but his sole focus seems to be his career. Attempting to reach the top of the judge ladder.

Surprisingly Damien does have one hidden skill, he is an excellent cook but with his long hours the cooking has fallen to Luna and like everything else that doesn't require toys she fails .. hard.

At least the butler isn't useless. (I have it set so butlers don't cook in case you were wondering why he isn't the chef) Daphne seems to think as little of her daughter-in-law as her son does, cant she do anything right?

Look at your son

every time he needs something or wants proper attention and grandma isn't here he goes to the help.

If you wanna be a lazy sack of potatoes fine but take care of your children. That's right children because Damien seems to always want more babies. Luna didn't start off well deciding to give birth outside by the pool when there were two bassinets upstairs in the blasted nursery.

After bringing in the two new Landgraab girls Luna went straight back to her best bud the robot toy at least he talks to her.

To celebrate Winterfest Eve Damien brought his sweet toddler to blow out his candles.

Luna decided with the holiday season it was time she spruced up and made an effort. After all, everyone keeps telling her everything that goes wrong around here is her fault. So maybe she should try a little harder.

She invited her brothers' families and Damiens and everyone but the two she really wanted to see (her brothers) never came.

(What's that say about you Luna when even your own family can't be bothered to visit?) Simon made sure he went to Father Winter as soon as he could, after all he'd been a great toddler.

But his now evil ways are sure to be problematic in the future.

He wasn't too keen on all those people hanging around and not giving him nearly enough attention. Selfishly ignoring the fact his cousin Stuart was in the same boat but was making the best of it. Just your typical Landgraab. By the time the actual Winterfest hit the whole family was ready to open presents.

Little Alexandra (Ally) and Sally grew up just in time.

Yes, they're cute and yes they are identical but don't ask me which one is which.

When a sim this little builds a sandcastle all by themselves of a reinterpretation of Jaws I have to worry about exactly what kind of children this family is raising.

Part 02 Gen 02 Read the full article

#damien #disney #DisneyVillains #disneyvillainslegacy #gen01 #gen1 #legacy #maleficent #sims4 #sims4legacy #thesims #thesims4

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astoldbytaryn · 1 year

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Random Saturday Morning Thoughts..

I can’t be good at something that I never start.

But the truth is that, I get tired of starting things. I get tired of starting things, because I have to stop them when I realize I don’t like it as much as I thought I would. In other words, it didn’t give me the dopamine that I had anticipated. Or there isn’t enough time, or enough money. You know, all of the normal excuses.

When I stop things that I decide are going to be my THING, I look like a quitter.

How do you explain to someone outside of your brain that you aren’t quitting. You are a creator, and that media is not giving you what you wanted? I find that explanation virtually impossible. Once those conversations begin; the self-doubt creeps in, and I start to convince myself that I have fake passion, it surely was fleeting, I have no idea who I am, what I like, and why would I have even thought that I would be good at something else.he was portrayed as a mad man, and that is how I feel most of the time, and even get called crazy most of the time, but I know that I am not on his level.

That’s the thing though…I am good at all of these new ventures that I try. Hell, even great. They just don’t spark joy…

And trust me, I know how self absorbed that sounds.

I really wish that I could have a conversation with Pablo Picasso in the afterlife, because I want to know what the heck he would be thinking now in regards to his creations. He was portrayed as such a mad man, and that is how I feel most of the time, and even get called crazy most of the time, but I know that I am not on his level. I wonder if he knew how great he would be considered after his death?

I am also aware that multi passion is a thing. I learned that recently. I think that I always knew that, but I was looking for validation that it is okay to know that, or something. Then we get into the hard part of being multi-passionate. There is not enough time in the day, nor money in my bank account for all of the things that I love to do. I know that is the real problem in my brain. I have so many things that I love, and that bring me joy. I want to live in a state of joy alllllllll the time, because I finally came out of survival mode & challenging emotions are…well, challenging.

Those of us that live so long in survival mode, and then fight to get out and try to stay out deserve some sort of medal. I just have to figure out how to share my passions now that I am out of survival mode. The real fight now is being able to stay outside of survival mode, which I know maintenance is the true hard part. I know that I am passionate, I’m just multipassionate. There are so many things that I love doing and bring me hoy,m but I dont have enough time in the day for all of them, and i think that is the real problem here. I don’t know how to make the money that I need to make and PLAY. But maybe that is the thing. I show people how it is possible to be silly, fun, free, passionate, and get down to business. Why can;t we show both sides of ourselves and still be taken seriously? Why is our ability to do a job based on the things that we like to do in our free time. Our job is what allows us to have the funds to do what we like to do in our free time, so why is it that we keep it private? Is it because we are so fragile that we cant handle what other people think about us?

I think that is why some people (myself included) never stop talking sometimes. It’s like, if we dont give others time to talk, then they won’t have time to point out all of the things that we perceive we are doing wrong, but dont know how to improve and definitely dont want to ask.

Phew, being someone with a mind that goes 84723987 miles per hour is EXHAUSTING.

That’s all.

Random I know.

#astoldbytaryn #random thought #Saturday morning #multi passionate

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mrfifa · 2 years

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Sacrifice

Two posts in a night? Who is this guy man seriously? I am not even gonna begin to say “I hope I will blog again often etc” we shall just go with the flow and secretly manifest the energy and rajin-ness to blog often and share my thoughts on my diary here.

Sacrifice huh? 9 letters but could literally affect you 999 ways honestly. I guess I am a flawed human being like any other, we all sin, we all make mistakes. But I guess sacrificing is something I could do for my loved ones at any times and honestly I would not have it any other way.

Life’s unpredictable lessons often shape a villain-arc in some people’s personality and honestly at this point, when I see such a case I ask myself who can blame them? who knows how much pain they went through right? All we can do is hope for the best for them and that they feel better soon. I pray to God everyday that a villain arc does not form in me, but honestly I would sacrifice the world for the people I care for. Do you think its worth it though? Most of the times I don’t really know if it is, in fact sometimes we know it wont be worth it but we do it anyways right? At least my empty black hole of a heart does have some sensitivity after all ? I guess its a good thing right.

I don’t know if it is considered super mean for this thought to ever linger in my mind but sometimes I wonder would the people I care for sacrifice for me? Of course sometimes it could be my fault too cause I am not one for expressing emotions. I would say I am more of an action speaks louder than words person. But deep down in my heart I hope and believe that one day if I needed any of the people I cared about to sacrifice for me, they would sacrifice. Of course when I speak I exclude my 3 family members cause they have literally given me the world and I would never be able to repay their sacrifice. The least I could ever do is be a successful person and make them proud right?

But as we are entering different phases of life, big steps need to be taken, big sacrifices need to be made for the happiness of others too right? Every decision is taken with more ounces of seriousness and consideration nowadays, instead of the care-free reckless younger days we used to have.

So I guess the question is, what is the price you have to pay for your sacrifices? WIll it be worth it? Not always. Will it hurt sometimes? Obviously. Will you feel like you regret it? Maybe. But one things for sure, when it works and when you see that smile on the face of someone you’ve sacrificed for, the joy inside is just priceless. And long may it stay that way for me.

I guess COVID and the whole of 2022 have just been character building for me in a way, to show that sometimes even when you try your best and do good you wont always see the results but what matters is that you tried that? In Sha Allah may God make me a better and more sincere person day by day. The road to becoming a better individual never stops until your last breath, literally.. Always be kind, make sacrifices for your loved ones and try to be the bigger person.

Have faith that by doing all of this, one day you will be rewarded too.

P/S : My life in 2021 has literally hit rock bottom so I am trying my best to climb my way back and become prime Imran again. Might stumble but cant stop!! The grind continues.

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thenightwolf51 · 3 years

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I wonder how everyone discovered what their gifts were because they dont know before the ceremony and Antonio seemed pleasantly surprised when the toucan started talking to him so it can be assumed that they dont immediately know after either. Some of them seem more obvious than others and they had some hints from their rooms and doors, though i dont know if the details on the doors changed over time even if it's safe to say the silhouette at least did. But other gifts seem to be more subtle to activate or require very specific circumstance to be used.

Pepa's door isn't the most obvious, simply depicting a shining sun behind her and a cloud below her but i can see a happy rainbow forming over her head when the image appeared and it probably wouldn't take very long to realize the weather changes with her mood, especially if that rain cloud showed up with every tantrum. And its easy to think her room could be full of clouds that shift with her mood, becoming stormy or clear while she's inside.

I cant begin to guess what Dolores' room looks like but even if her door wasn't pretty obvious, with how her silhouette cups her ears and the soundwaves etched in, i imagine it was hard to miss and awfully painful for the 5 year old to suddenly be able to hear up to at least a mile away. Especially if her ceremony was attended by as many people as Antonio's was, all those heartbeats beating at max volume and their footsteps stomping on the tile when they all left. Poor baby

Isabela's probably didn't take long to figure out what her gift was, the flowers on her door are vague but her room has never even heard of subtlety, but it might have been a while before she learned how to actually use it outside the flowers that we see pop up in her hair when she's startled. Maybe flowers started blooming everywhere she walked for a while or were constantly falling out of her hair.

Camilo's door is also pretty subtle with various figures outlined behind his silhouette in a sort of nesting doll type way and his room is also one im not too sure about, unless it's full of costumes and mirrors. It probably wouldn't be too easy to figure out his gift though like Isabela we do see him instinctively shift when startled. Maybe those first few weeks or months he accidentally shifts into anyone he's looking at, like a constant mirror.

We got to see Antonio's and it was probably the most obvious. His door shows him surrounded by animals, his room has plenty to talk to, and as soon as he got his gift animals seemed to be drawn to him and showed up to greet him.

Luisa's gift was probably best hinted at from the image of her holding a weight on her door. The official art book describes her room as being mostly barren stone (with possibly a hidden amusement park for her to let loose) which doesn't immediately make me assume strength and im not sure how long it would've taken people to let a 5 year old try to lift something incredibly heavy. Unless she decided to move some boulders in her room during the ceremony.

Julieta's gift is one that needs certain circumstances to work but it was likely figured out within a year. Her door is detailed with herbs and shows her holding a mortar and pestle, which is used both for mixing or grinding medicine into paste or powder and for making seasonings, guacamole, or oils. And id like to imagine her room could have its own kitchen or garden full of fruits, veggies, berries, and herbs. Her gift wouldn't be immediately apparent but its easy see it has something to do with cooking and the food's healing properties would likely be discovered the first or second time someone taste tested for her

Finally, Bruno's precognition was probably the hardest to figure out. The hour glass on his door hints at his gift dealing with time but that gives quite a few options like freezing, slowing, or rewinding time or even time travel or retrocognition (which is seeing the past as opposed to the future). And his room doesn't give any hints mostly being a large broken cavern full of sand and stairs, though its likely fallen into disrepair over the years due to a combination of him not using his gift, him not entering his room, a reflection of the family's feelings for him, and his own mental state. And his gift has such a particular set of requirements that has to be met to be used (large open area, circle of sand, burning leaves) that he wouldn't have just figured it out on his own. Not unless the requirements were loose enough to count standing in a sand box or his room as a "circle of sand" and he just instinctively felt a need to burn some leaves or the "requirements" are actually a focusing technique/ritual he developed and he had a vision when his door formed. With his track record though it probably wouldn't have been a good vision and probably ruined the mood a bit. Actually nevermind, I want to believe his first vision was of his mother giving him and his sisters a big proud hug.

Its interesting to think about them all trying to figure out and cope with there gifts, especially considering they get them when they're 5 years old

(Update: I was wrong about the silhouettes on the doors changing, about to do another post)

#encanto #encanto spoilers #disney #the madrigals #madrigal family #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #madrigal gifts #encanto gifts

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Bumpy Road

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Depression and Relationship struggles as well as Health Problems

Genre: Mild Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: On a live podcast discussing his rise to fame and how its affected his personal life, Corpse stumbles over the topic of his romantic relationships, more specifically his relationship with Y/N.

Requested by Anon. Hello dear! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and so sorry you’ve had to wait for it to be posted so long. However, here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it an if you do I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Right, ok we’re officially live!“ Exclaims Anthony as he waves to one of the cameras - the one turned to him - and leans closer to the mic placed on the table in front of him. “Hello everyone, thanks for tuning in today. I’m here with the internet sensation and mystery known as Corpse Husband.“ He turns away from the camera to look across the table at his guest, “Corpse, I hope you know how much effort is being put into editing that sticker over your face for the duration of this whole podcast.“

Corpse, whose face is hidden by a sticker of his avatar, chuckles, “So you’re insinuating that I should probably not move so much.”

“Exactly.“ Anthony laughs, “My guy would be very grateful for that curtesy. Yeah, I have an actual person who I assigned to move around the sticker so there goes an extra paycheck.“

“In that case I promise to give you worthy content. A lot of never previously heard scoop.“ Corpse says, mocking the very words he uses, laughing about them afterwards, “Ask away, man.“

Anthony briefly looks down at a printed sheet of paper before pushing it to the side with a slight furrow of his brows, “You know, these are all cookie-cutter questions you’ve probably been asked many times before. So, I think it’s for the best I ask you something no one has had you talk about. Or something I hope no one has had you talk about yet. If you feel uncomfortable with any question just say so and we’ll skip it right away.“

The sticker moves up and down to mask Corpse’s face as he nods, “Got it.”

“Ok um...“ Anthony falls in thought for a moment, thinking of a question, “The first thing off the top of my head, um, what part of the dark side of fame have you had the displeasure of experiencing?“

Corpse lets out a laugh dangerously close to a scoff, “Almost all if not totally all of it really. There’s such a big chunk of privacy being taken away from you on social media. I got to that point where I felt so naked and seen I felt I was losing myself as my fandom grew. I know it’s many YouTubers’ dream to blow up and have a ton of fans and followers but I never wanted that. Don’t get me wrong, I love each and every one of my fans, I just never expected to accumulate so many of them. I’m such a private person, it was so anxiety inducing in the beginning but I sort of learned how to cope with it, you know? Sometimes, in order to stop people from reaching into my real privacy, I created a fake one that I’d feed into and let them enjoy.”

Anthony’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Wow, how do we know what’s real about you anymore, huh?” It was said more as a joke but he truly meant it. If a person can fake a whole reality for people not to touch into their real one, Lord knows what else they can do.

Corpse huffs, “I’ll give you a hint: If it seems pretty, pink, peach and perfect it’s fake.“ The sticker may be hiding his face from the viewers but it’s most definitely not doing anything to shield the change in expression that occurs on his face from Anthony who’s sitting right across from him and notices the shift right away but before he could question it, Corpse prods on, “Y/N, my partner, can tell you just as much. They know better than anyone what’s the difference between what people know and what the reality is. They know that our relationship isn’t the sunny skies we put on display for our fans. I have my mental and physical health issues, my trust issues and paranoia play a big role in the ‘rains’ in our day-to-day life but they understand it’s all a part of me and a part I can’t control. It actually controls me sometimes and it’s so fucking annoying. But they understand. And while we pretend it’s perfect even though it isn’t, we find our happiness wherever and whenever we can. When it rains so often, you might as well look for a little hint of sunlight. That sunlight can create a rainbow after all. Believe me when I say, that rainbow is the most beautiful thing, makes you forget about the storm that just took place or might even be still raging all around.“ He sighs, preparing to bring his outpour of honesty to a close, “It may be a bumpy road 98% of the time even though on social media we pretend it’s the complete opposite, but that 2% of honest happiness we get from the tiniest of things are more meaningful than I could describe to you with words.“

And he’s more than right, words are often not enough. But the ones he used to describe what he just did were perfectly enough to bring one particular viewer to tears. That particular viewer who knows exactly what he was talking about. Because they are his other half and they’re going through it the same as he is. They’ve gone down that bumpy road side by side with him, ignoring the pain and turmoil while focusing their gaze on the rainbow above. That analogy was theirs from the very start after all. They both knew Y/N is the better one at finding the deeper meaning in everything even when there was nothing to be found.

They always found something. And Corpse will always cherish that trait as one of their best - always finding something to keep them both afloat.

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cantalouupe · 3 years

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good boy

nsfw!!! sub!xiao x f!reader

edging, breeding, (very) mild possessive behavior, public sex, praise kink, blowjob, handjob, voyeurism (sort of??), kitty is used as a nickname i think, he’s wearing the collar from this fic

Xiao is a good boy.

Always listens and behaves himself, letting you play with him however you wish. Especially after the collar incident, he’s very pliant, allowing you to do more because you both know he loves it.

Speaking of the collar incident, he hasn’t taken it off since. Every time you see him now, that thick leather band is wrapped snuggly around his neck, with the four golden letters attached glinting whenever the light touches it. Purple splotches adorn the space all around the collar from time spent with you sucking on his skin while riding him until he cries.

His neck, you think, looks like a piece of art. You quite like it that way, and continue to darken the marks anytime they seem to fade.

Today is no different than any day. You go up to the top balcony at Wangshu Inn where he resides and expect to see him gazing out at the sky, looking as pretty as ever, and you’ll get to spend the day together.

Except that’s not where he is at all.

Walking out on him slumped back in a chair with that black collar around his neck and a hand pumping furiously at his cock was far from anything you thought you’d come across him doing, but there he is.

He notices you quick, eyes that are as wide as saucers staring up at you from his spot. You give him a small, teasing look and go to sit in the chair beside him.

It’s quiet for a few moments - his body completely rigid while you relax into your seat - until you break the silence.

“Aren’t you going to show me how to do it?” Of course, you already know, but you’d never miss an opportunity to see Xiao take himself apart.

He does, his hand wrapping back around himself to give a few shaky tugs. Seeing the way his hand shook, he must be nervous - he’s never had anyone watch him get off before.

Once he starts feeling it, though - lips parting for small whimpers to fit out, grip around himself tightening while he moves it faster up and down his length - he seems to calm back down.

You watch him quietly, letting him enjoy himself a little, bask in the feeling of his hand jacking himself off.

He’ll look up once in a while, as if wondering whether you’re still there and looking, but immediately whips his head back down to stare at his hard cock when you meet his eyes.

What a good boy. So sweet and shy despite being taken apart by you nearly every time you visit.

Once his hips start canting upwards and his breaths begin to speed up you stop him, gripping his wrist in order to cease his movements. He’s flushed and his chest rises and falls, hand falling down to his side.

You pat his thigh, “good kitty.”

It’s your turn now, both of your eyes glued to your own hand that turns into a fist and gives one single pull.

“A little dry, don’t you think?” You question, and he makes a noise of confusion when your hand releases his cock. “Need to get it wet.”

A look of realization flashes in his lidded eyes as he watches you lean down to spit onto the head of his length. It runs down the sides, all the way down to drip onto his balls. He shivers and whines at the sensation.

You take your job of getting him nice and slick a step further and lean the rest of the way down to take him into your mouth. Slowly, your head slides down, all the way until your lips touch the base.

“Oh god,” he practically sobs, moving lightning fast to grip at the back of your head. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god-“

You hold your head there as long as you can, his dick pushing against the back of your throat. It’s a lot for him, his hips would be kicking into your mouth if you hadn’t taken him all the way in already. A constant stream of moans leave him while you have your mouth around him.

After a quick decision to have a little fun, your head begins to bob up and down, tongue gliding wet along the side of his shaft. The hands that gripped at the back of your head pushed now, and his hips jumped to get himself further inside your warm mouth.

Again, you let him enjoy it for a while, his noises like music to your ears.

He must have been close from his first edge, and began to climb in volume, alerting you that he was getting close once more.

You indulge him, giving him sucks that had him crying out your name. He got really close this time, thighs and abdominals tensing with the oncoming orgasm.

The sensation of wet lips leave him right in that minute and he almost sobs. Your thumb and pointer go to squeeze the base of his cock, successfully cutting off his orgasm right before it came.

He falls back against his chair, eyes closed shut tight while he catches his breath and tries to go away from the edge. You rub comfortingly at the top of his thigh.

“You got really close there, huh?” He gulps in another big breath and nods in response.

A praise leaves you before you even though about it. “You held on so well. Good boy.”

His cock twitches at that and you grin, giving his thigh a pat.

Really, he is such a good boy. All for you, too - you love it.

When his heavy breathing finally devolves into lighter pants is when you choose to continue pleasuring him. With your hand in a circle shape, you hover right above his length.

“Ready?” You didn’t wait for a response, basking in the sound that rips from his throat when your fist slides down onto him.

This must feel much better than when he first jacked his cock, because the slide is smoother and allows you to create a fast rhythm that has his head falling backwards.

“‘S good, ‘s so good.” He moans so prettily with your hand around him, crying out pleas for more whilst his hands find purchase on the arms of the chair.

“Yeah?” You ask, closing your hold on him a little tighter. “It’s good? I bet you’re already close, huh?”

You didn’t need to ask that, already knew he could probably come any minute - but the way he reacts to your words, the way he answers your questions makes you speak often.

“Mnh-“ Any response he had dies quickly. Glancing up to him, you see his mouth open, moans and words getting caught in his heavy breaths and pants.

“Oh, look at you,” you coo, quickening your pace until his hips were fucking up into your fist and he was tensing with another oncoming orgasm.

Such a good boy, you think while your hand slips up the shaft of his wet cock.

“I can come this time? Please?”

He’s so sweet that you feel a bit bad making him hold back longer. Your hand slows and desperately he shakes his head at you.

“Not yet, kitty.” When he attempts to make your hand speed back up by covering it with his and pulling it up, you let go of him completely.

“So greedy today,” you tut, finger going to tap teasingly at his tip. “We haven’t even gotten to the main event.”

His head perks up a little at that.

Normally, you would straddle and ride him until the two of you were coming, but today you wanted to do things a little different.

Luckily you had brought a blanket along with you the last time you visited him. It had been night, a little chilly and so you had taken a soft fleece-y material blanket in your bag so you could relax on the balcony with Xiao without being cold.

It was folded atop the little table near where you sat, so you snatched it up and laid it out on the wooden balcony floor. It wouldn’t be the most comfortable but it would suffice - you’re sure your level of comfort won’t matter once the two of you finally start what you had planned.

You shed your clothes, fighting a smile when you catch him staring from the corner of your eye. Your head tilts slightly when you turn to face him. “Are you going to join me?”

His eyes were wide and he looked a little distant, but he followed suit, fumbling out of his clothes and joining you onto the blanket you had laid out.

“Kiss me,” you advise, pulling his head away from its spot against your neck, where he’d been sucking and biting at.

“I don’t want to kiss.”

The way his eyes follow your lips tell a different story than his words. He always does that - claims that he doesn’t want to kiss you, as if he’s playing hard to get. As if he doesn’t melt against you right when you place your lips on his.

Unconsciously, his lips chased yours after you pulled away. You laughed into another kiss, murmuring “you’re so needy,” against him.

He whines, not even denying what you told him.

“Kitty,” you call him to attention. “You’re going to do something for me, okay?”

He nods, enthusiastic to do whatever you needed. When you lean down onto your back and spread your legs, though, his brain malfunctions.

“You want to fuck me?”

Xiao hasn’t ever fucked you before. You were always atop him, grinding and riding his cock while he sat brainless and on the edge beneath you. It was somewhat of a reward to him for being such a good boy all the time - you were curious to see how he’d react.

A small shuffle forward, unsure of the new position that put him in some position of control. You widened the space between your legs more to accommodate him, having him slide forward all the way until his cock was resting on top of your cunt.

“Go ahead,” you encourage lightly.

You hear him take a small, steadying breath, before you feel the press of his head against your hole. You’re wet and ready for him so he slips in without a hitch.

As soon as he’s inside, he can’t seem to stop the noises he makes. “Wet, n’ tight, it’s so good- I-“

His hips slid back and bumped forward and he let out a long moan.

“I won’t last. I’ll come, I’ll come.”

A small coo, reaching out to wrap your hand lightly around his neck. “Not yet, kitty. Can you fuck me?”

You don’t need to ask him twice. The feel of your hot cunt around his cock is always so much for him, so once he starts thrusting you know he won’t last long.

“You know,” you murmur into his ear, “i was thinking. You should come inside me.”

Even though he always come inside, the thought still has him whimpering out a plea.

“You can breed me,” you add, “and make me all yours.”

That was new. He must like the idea of that, because he pistons in harder, faster, in a way that has your head falling back in pleasure.

“All mine,” he repeats, “all mine.”

“Mhm, all yours.” You regain your composure as best you can so you can continue speaking. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Breed and fill me up so much it’s leaking out. Do you want that?”

You wish there was a way you could record his reaction. He had paused half-thrust, whole body shuddering at the thought of doing what you suggested. It was so sweet, the minute he had to take so he didn’t come right on the spot.

Already, he was close, voice high and loud while he keeps fucking you. You assume he isn’t used to the work it takes to fuck into you repeatedly like this, but he’s doing so well that you give him some sweet praises that mix with your breathy moans.

He’s such a good boy.

“Can I come, c’n I come, please- oh fuck.”

“Aw, you want to fill me up?” He whines high at that, collapsing into you while his hips work hard against yours.

You don’t give him permission, letting him get desperate while you get closer to the edge yourself. For not being experienced in doing the fucking, he was hitting so good inside you, so good that you were clamping down onto his cock.

He was so loud you were surprised no one came up here worried and wondering what was going on - truthfully this has been going on long enough for them to have figured it out.

More please spew from him, and, a little out of it, you nod.

With a few harsh final pushes inside, he releases, and the feeling of his load inside you has you tipping over as well. The rhythmic pulses of your cunt around him, milking him of every last drop makes his hips kick and a pathetic little overstimulated sob leave him.

“Mine,” he says breathlessly to nobody in particular - just voicing it.

What a good boy.

#genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin xiao #sub!xiao #xiao x reader #xiao smut

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yslkook · 3 years

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UNFUCKWITABLE (9)

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summary: jungkook convinces you to take a staycation with him for a few days (a week).

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, oc and jk discuss their unprotected sex practices, vomiting, some jealous jk, mild exhibitionism, fingers in oc's mouth grinding, making out, oral (m), titjob

word count: 7k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. also...cant believe mom manifested into butter jk im in pain

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Jungkook is unsurprised to enter your home with the key you’d given him the other week and find it completely empty. You’ve been working early mornings and incredibly late nights for the last week and a half, and he can tell it’s beginning to take a toll on you. The first sign that you were beginning to wear down was when you had skipped dinner in favor of sleeping. The second was when you had snapped at him in irritation and then immediately cried over hurting his feelings.

He can think of about a dozen other things, including the even more pronounced bags under your eyes. You’ve always had dark circles under your eyes naturally from hyperpigmentation but these days, not even concealer can help you mask them.

In fact, the reason that you’d even given him a key was because you felt like work was taking over your entire life. You’d hardly had a chance to see anyone who wasn’t a work colleague, and you just missed Jungkook. At least this way, you could wake up and go to bed with him.

You had only been calling Jungkook your partner just shy of four months, and he had a key to your home. Perhaps it was fast for other people, but with him, it felt right. So he keeps a copy of your keys on his lanyard- it’s possibly his most prized possession right now. Jungkook usually only comes when you ask him to, he’s been staying at your place for the last week because of how tired and busy you were.

Usually you stop by the tattoo parlor at least once or twice a week, but you have been sparse because of work. So he’s here, in your home without you. It felt strange the first few times he’d been here without you, but then he started leaving little pockets of himself- his shoes next to yours, his hair product on your shelf, and his two of his jackets hanging near yours in the closet. He’d even purchased a new plant to keep on your windowsill in your living room (which you take turns dutifully watering and making sure she gets enough sunlight).

It’s all very domestic. He had jokingly told you not to expose him to your shared friends, specifically Mina and Mei. To which you had rolled your eyes.

Though some small, very small, part of him wonders if the magic will fade away soon. Considering how fast you both are moving both physically into your home and in your relationship.

It’s only been a few months, and you both were incredibly comfortable with the idea of unprotected sex- after all, Jungkook always pulls out in time. Until, of course, you’d had a pregnancy scare. Hoseok and Yoongi, ever the pair of realists, had scolded him when Jungkook had revealed that you both hardly ever used any protection-

“Are you trying to knock her up? Is that it? You both ready to potentially be parents?” Yoongi says mildly as he polishes off his wine, looking at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook’s cheeks burn.

“No, I’m not trying to knock her up and no, nobody’s trying to be parents-”

“You both are lucky you haven’t knocked her up already,” Hoseok says, with more heat in his voice, “You both are fucking stupid, but you especially.” He even smacks the back of his head with the book in his hands and Jungkook glares at him.

“Hey, my pull out game has always been strong, and I’m serious about her. We wouldn’t fuck raw if-”

“Oh, yes, then we definitely have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi says, “Keep it moving, Hobi.

“Talk to her about it, or else,” Hoseok threatens, “I don’t wanna hear about another pregnancy scare because you’re both idiots.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook relents, “We’ve been talking about it. It just sucks that birth control can fuck up a woman’s body like that, you know? Mood changes and appetite changes, nausea and everything…”

“You could always get a vasectomy,” Yoongi says bluntly.

“Mei said the same thing. She was way more mean about it, though. Told me she’d cut my balls off if I didn’t get my shit together.”

“I don’t blame her, considering what a mess you both were last month.”

“We were not a mess!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so stressed ever in your life, not even when your first bike got run over by a car. Or when your tattoo got infected three consecutive times. And I’ve never seen her cry so much before.”

“Alright, maybe we’re a little bit of a mess.”

In the end, you and Jungkook had both decided that yes, condoms were probably a good idea. Considering the pregnancy scare you had last month, you both were on edge and a little paranoid. Jungkook hadn’t even mentioned the idea of you taking birth control or getting an IUD, knowing that your last few experiences with the former were unpleasant-

“I can get a vasectomy, you know. In fact, Yoongi suggested it,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly but your jaw drops.

“Jungkook. I don’t think vasectomies are reversible like that. Think about what you’re saying,” You murmur, “I’m touched you’d consider a surgical procedure so I don’t have to take birth control, but what if-”

“I looked it up, they can be reversed-”

“But Jungkook! You don’t know that, what if you want to have kids later and you can’t because you decided on a fucking whim to get a vasectomy? It’s still trauma on your body! You can’t just snip snap, snip snap your vas deferens tube whenever you please. At least with birth control you can start and stop it, even if that’s not a completely benign process.”

Jungkook looks at you long and hard, his tongue poking his cheek and you sigh. “But I don’t-”

“Honey. I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” You murmur, squeezing his hands in yours, “But we’re both being stupid. We’re both acting like condoms don’t exist. Why don’t we start with condoms and then think about getting your tubes tied or me getting an IUD?”

“You spoiled me,” Jungkook complains dramatically and drops his head to your chest, “With your pussy. I’m spoiled now.”

“Shut up.”

And so now, a box of condoms sits in the drawer of your nightstand and you’ve taken to bringing a few with you in your purse as well (and so does he). You’d been far more nervous buying condoms than you’d ever been of buying anything else, and Jungkook had only cockily grinned at you.

Today’s Friday and it’s the day of your deadline. Meaning that you’d hopefully be home soon and be his for the rest of the weekend. He fully plans on getting you to relax and stay in for the majority of the weekend, so that you can catch up on sleep.

But then you come home past dinner (you had sent him a text earlier telling him that you were going to be late. He knows your mood is sour- you had been in a foul mood all week, and the fact that you’re so close to being home but so far just makes it worse). You come home with an empty belly, a weary mind and wetness along your lash line. Climbing into bed next to him, you circle your arms around his waist and cry tiredly into his chest.

“J-Jungkook,” You hiccup, “I’m so tired, they kept me s-so late today but it’s done. Everything is finished-”

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, rubbing your back soothingly, “It’s okay. We can just sleep now. You should take a few days off next week, baby.”

“I don’t know…” But your eyes are wide and considering it.

“You’ve been running on empty all week,” Jungkook points out, “For longer than that. Your job can handle two or three days without you while you recharge. Text your boss, baby. You need to rest, too.”

He nudges your cheek with his nose and you hum in agreement. “Okay. Five day weekend? Sure you won’t get tired of me?” You murmur and laugh when he squeezes your waist.

“We can make it a staycation.”

And you’re already texting your boss, telling her that you needed a few days off next week. She gives you a thumbs up and encourages you to rest up, making it a point to recognize how hard you’ve been working. She even suggests you take the full week off, which you jump at and Jungkook only grins at you.

“My brilliant girl, charming her way into a full week off.”

You swat his hand away and hide your burning but satisfied face in his chest. “Yeah, your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, that’s not the only thing rubbing off on you,” Jungkook says wickedly and pushes his hips into yours, earning a fierce pinch to his bare waist.

“Hush, I’m trying to nap,” You mumble, your voice muffled. Without warning, you lick his neck and bite lightly at the base of his neck, ignoring his soft yelp. He doesn’t have a chance to question you on what that was, as you’re already falling asleep.

You’ve always thought from the beginning, even when you and Jungkook were just friends, that he was an ass man. You’ve caught him staring at your ass many, many times- in jeans, in a dress, in a skirt. And now that you both are officially together, he spends any and every moment he can with a hand on your ass. Casually, when you both walk side by side. And purposefully when you’re both just in his bed or on your couch. His hand is a well known presence on your ass, not that you’re complaining.

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to nap is on your ass, with his cheek pressed into you and one hand firmly gripping your ass. He also likes laying with his head on your lap. But his favorite place to nap is with his head buried in your chest, specifically buried in between your tits. He is currently analyzing his hypothesis that your right tit is smaller than your left, a thought he’s had for a while now, but needs further samples of evidence to properly assess.

But he’s always had an affinity for your tits, whether you’re blissfully unaware of it or not. You don’t notice it not really- you like any and all of his touches on any inch of your skin, as you’ve told him many times before. Especially when he holds you close next to him or under him and you feel protected, surrounded by only him.

He holds you, looks at you as if you’re as soothing as the sea and as bright as a supernova. And yet, the universe is contained in his big, doe eyes.

But really, at the end of the day, it’s an affinity for you. Jungkook loves every part of your mind, body, and soul, and he thinks he has for a long time. His heart has been tangled with yours since the first time he had seen you years ago at Hobi’s surprise birthday party that you had planned. Jungkook is sure that when he had seen you with a homemade red velvet cheesecake with a ‘Happy Birthday Hobi <3’ written perfectly in red icing in your arms, a silly party hat on your head, and a shy, beaming smile on your lips, he had been magnetized to your center of gravity from then on.

But even then, he had only hovered. Barely introducing himself, if it weren’t for Mina and Mei. He thought he had known girls like you- girls who baked cakes, planned elaborate birthday parties for their friends and wore flowery dresses liked other predictable people. It’s another one of his hypotheses (which has been clearly debunked)- but by now, he knows not to be so judgmental of others.

But he doesn’t dwell on that for long. Even the first time he met you, right after he had introduced himself to you and you had stared at him with starstruck eyes and stammered a quiet ‘hello’ in return, Sora had cornered him. And told him to back off from right then, that you were off limits. That you’d never be interested in a guy like him, so to not even spend a second in his stupid little mind even entertaining the ridiculous idea.

So he backed off subconsciously, thinking it wasn’t worth it to even know you as a friend. He’d convinced himself that it was too much trouble, and Jungkook has always been an easygoing kind of guy in most instances. After all, your best friend would know you best, right? And really, what did he care? As the saying goes, there were about a million other fish in the sea.

However. Even then, with each word uttered between you both, with each laugh that he pulled from your soft mouth, he couldn’t help the reluctant fondness for you that began to bloom. You had surprised him every few months after that, just saying hello at events that you were both present at and asking how he was. With that stupidly beautiful smile and those bright, shy eyes.

You were a smart, kind woman, always remembering details about others. And he was no exception.

That was years ago. He’s known you since your third year at university, hanging by a thread just outside your orbit. But this is now.

This is now, and your lips are against his neck, your chest pressed to his. You climb into his lap haphazardly, nearly knocking your mug off of the coffee table. You both have only just woken up and stumbled out of bed for coffee and breakfast. You had combed the tangles out of his bedhead with his head in your lap, but now sleepiness has washed away and you’re tugging at his oversized shirt.

You promptly bite him, right where his neck tattoo starts and ends. Jungkook meets your eyes with an incredulous, breathy laugh. “What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs, palming your chest from under your shirt.

“Nothing. You just have a very biteable neck, I told you,” You say, resuming your inspection of the vein next to his tattoo, “What a juicy jugular vein-”

Jungkook holds your wrist and flips you so that your back is on the couch. “My sexy vampire girlfriend. Love when she starts talking about my jugular vein.”

“Watch out, I might drink from it. You never know,” You giggle with a wink, squirming in his grip.

“You can do whatever you want,” Jungkook murmurs but then an idea that has been planted in his head for weeks now spills from his lips without him meaning to, “I wanna fuck your tits, baby.”

Your eyes go comically wide, mimicking Jungkook’s own. His cheeks are a little pink from his abrupt confession as silence falls between you both.

“That’s really interesting,” You muse.

“Is it?” He asks, feeling a little lightheaded. You tug a little at his purple locks to pull him down to you.

“Yeah. Always thought you liked booty. And legs,” You shrug, “But I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

Jungkook’s throat is too dry for him to reply coherently. But he finds his voice after you give him a reassuring smile, “Uh, when it’s you, I like everything.”

“Me too. When it’s you, I like everything,” You mumble, heat rising in your cheeks, “And uh… you can. Do that I mean.”

“Do what?” He asks teasingly, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t play dumb,” You whine, shoving his shoulder.

“C’mon say it,” Jungkook jeers, not unkindly, “Put your big girl panties on.”

“I hate you,” You sigh dramatically, “Fine. You can fuck my tits, if you so desire.” His face splits into a grin as he thumbs your chin and ducks his head into your neck. He playfully nips at your skin, murmuring that he’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, but you feel his half hard cock pressing against your thigh.

The image of his cock wet and slick between your tits is now imprinted in your mind, and when both of you want something, you’ll surely get it.

Despite your eagerness of making Jungkook’s wish a reality, neither of you have had the chance for your usual shenanigans just yet. You still have quite a few days of your staycation left, so you won’t rush it. You had spent most of the first two days sleeping, cuddling, spooning, eating and lots and lots of slow sex.

You think you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve left your bed. Jungkook has been nothing short of wonderful, bringing you food (just this once, you hate eating while in bed), giving you shoulder rubs and booty rubs without you asking. Your favorite ice cream is in your freezer. Life is good.

His shirt hangs off of your shoulder and you’re too lazy to fix it. In fact you’re too lazy for pajama bottoms, only settling on your favorite pair of comfortable panties (nothing flashy. Just a standard black cotton panty) to wear under your shirt. One might even call them granny panties or whatever, but lace was uncomfortable on your skin. Lace and thongs are for very, very special occasions (hardly if ever) and you are in the comfort of your own home. You’ll be comfortable if it’s the last thing you do.

In fact, you’re too lazy to even raise your head to pucker your lips for a kiss from Jungkook. You only open your arms and hum, as if he’s supposed to telepathically know what you want from him. But he does, and he flops onto you once he tugs his shirt off. Jungkook’s face remains buried in your chest as you gently rub his scalp.

He hums happily, nearly purring at your touch and shoves himself closer into your hold. You can’t believe this man, the man who mildly intimidated you for years, is now in your arms and purring like a baby kitten. He’s admitted a few times that his scalp has been irritated and inflamed ever since he dyed his hair purple. One of his favorite things is to lay in your lap while you massage a mix of coconut oil and peppermint oil into his scalp.

He looks up at you, warm heat blazing in his eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about but he palms your pussy from under your shirt- your still swollen, puffy pussy from the four times he’s made you cum already.

“Can I help you, Jungkook,” You ask flatly, but your poker face breaks when he dots you with kisses up and down your thighs.

“Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook groans, voice slowing to a whine, “I’m still hard, baby, fuck. Help me.”

“How are you still hard,” You wonder with a grin, “Damn, Jeon. You must really like me, huh?”

“If that wasn’t obvious then I’m clearly not doing something right here,” He breathes into your skin.

“Gimme a kiss then,” You murmur, pushing his long hair behind his ear. His eyebrow piercing glints in the light of your bedroom and you trace it gently with your fingertips. Jungkook desperately pushes his lips to yours, parting your lips easily and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kisses your teeth hungrily, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks.

His hips roll into yours impatiently, hands already pawing at your shirt. The air in your bedroom is suddenly so stifling, thick and nearly choking you both with the intensity of your desire. You just want him to feel good with you.

“Jungkook,” You say softly with warm cheeks, “You can use me, however you want. Tell me what you want, bunny.”

He lets out a quiet gasp, his eyes bright and wide.

You’re both on the same page, because he’s scrambling to chuck his boxers to the side and you’re tossing your shirt on top of his boxers.

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“Fuuuck,” Jungkook groans. He’s breathless, heart racing erratically. All he can do is hold your shoulders as he watches with a piercing, hazy gaze as his cock is swallowed in between your tits. You squeeze them tightly together, trying to create as much friction as you can for him.

“Fuck,” He whines, “Fuck, you look so good, baby. O-oh, shit, my pretty baby, you’re pretty-”

Jungkook nearly cums when you mischievously stick your tongue out to brush against the head of his leaking cock. The visual is almost too much for him and his breaths are choked, strangled as he forces himself to look into your dark eyes.

“So big, bunny, look,” You say softly, “You like this? You’re so hot like this…”

He’s nearly in tears, eyes shining and wet at how good this feels. If your pussy was a slice of heaven, then your tits were the next best thing. You moan softly, feeling your own wetness and heat pooling. Jungkook’s cheeks and chest are flushed, eyes wild and wet as he slides his cock in between the valley of your tits languidly. Almost as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

You’re so warm, warm everywhere.

His muscles are tense, the furrow in his brow beginning to appear when he’s about to cum. “Shit, baby, oh my god, I love your tits,” Jungkook moans, tossing his head back, “Fuck, I love everything about you-”

You don’t know how he’s able to form coherent sentences to you when he’s this close to cumming. But he’s always been a man of many talents.

“You know what I just realized,” You gasp suddenly, “Neither of us made it official that we’re dating. Like I never asked you ‘out’ and you never asked me ‘out’-”

“Fuck, you talk too much,” Jungkook nearly snarls, “My cock is literally in between your tits and I’m about to fucking cum all over you and you think I belong to anyone else?”

You swallow thickly, Jungkook narrowing his eyes at you. He looks intimidating and intense above you, his powerful, golden thighs straddling either side of you.

“N-no, I was just-”

Jungkook shoots you a glare, reaches behind him and gathers your wetness with two fingers. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pushes two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You send him a glare right back, but it melts away quickly when you swirl your tongue and suck on his digits.

He cums without warning, hastily and with a broken sort of sound ripping from his throat. It’s warm and sticky as it lands on your chest and your cheek. But he cums so much and much to your chagrin some of his cum gets in your eye and you nearly shriek at the burn.

“Jungkook! What the hell, your cum is in my fucking eyeball-”

He’s still panting above you, like some sort of golden boy, and it takes him a few seconds to register your irritation. “Oh shit,” Jungkook says and jumps into action. He tugs you into the bathroom to gently wash your eye for you (after washing his own hands), with you grumbling the entire time.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You roll your eyes and demand to be taken back to bed and lavished in kisses as penance for his cum shooting into your eye.

Jungkook tastes himself a little when his tongue slips into your mouth, but it hardly registers as he rolls on top of you, caging you in between his arms.

Jungkook fleetingly thinks he should’ve spent more time trying to convince you to stay home with him. Maybe with a few soft, long kisses to your neck, he might have. You looked delectable, good enough to eat- your dress fitted around your hips, nails, hair, and makeup done, the scent of your perfume subtle but not irritating to his sensitive nose.

You had asked him to pick what jewelry to wear, so one of his long necklaces sitting around your neck and disappearing into the valley of your chest. It doesn’t really match with your dress, but you don’t care.

And Jungkook… well, it was difficult for you to keep your hands off of him as well. His hair is tied back into a neat ponytail, he’s wearing a sequined black (fitted) button up with the top four buttons undone, a thick, silver chain and ripped, black jeans. Your eyes are glued to his chest and he knows it- you can’t help but grip his arm, his bicep whenever you can.

Neither of you really enjoyed the club scene, but you had wanted to go out since it had been a really long time and after all, you were on your staycation. Mei had planted the idea in your head, and so now here Jungkook was.

Here he was, catching flashes off the satin, coral colored wrap dress that you were encased in. For someone who doesn’t like the scene, you blend in effortlessly. But you’re a grown woman, so he takes his eyes off of you and orders a round of shots for him, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin while nursing a bottle of soju.

In the midst of the thumping bass bouncing off of the walls in the club, you’re only aware of you and Mei while you both sing along to whatever song is blasting through the club. Mina disappeared a while ago, presumably to find Jimin.

You’re holding two drinks, one in each hand, and all you feel is the vibrations of the club. Along with your own drunkenness. Mei holds your arm to keep you steady as you move your hips in time with hers. You laugh loudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders at something she said. Everything is amplified and muted at the same time, the swirl of alcohol settling comfortably in your veins.

You’re having a great time with your friends, dancing, swirling, singing and drinking. It’s a nice night to unwind, in the company of dear friends and strangers.

“Hey,” Mei murmurs in your ear, “I gotta pee and I’m gonna go find Seulgi-”

“You can just say that you wanna go find her,” You giggle, “Don’t blame your bladder on it, Mei.”

“Oh, you’re funny. I’ll text Jungkook and tell him to come find you, alright?” Mei says, patting your head. You nod and tell her to go find her girl, and she does. Leaving you to your own devices for a bit, at least until Jungkook makes his way to you.

However, what neither of you realize is that the cell reception in this building is terrible. Mei’s text never goes through and you stay in your bubble, with your two drinks in your hands and bounce along to the music.

You’re not sure how much time goes by, but it feels like you’ve been alone for quite a while. You squint your eyes at your phone to check the time and send a text to Jungkook. A text that never goes through. You frown and are about to turn on your heel to link up with your man (wherever he might be), but you hear a surprised call of your name.

It’s hard to keep the incredulity out of your face when you come face to face with Yunho, the man who had stood you up all those months ago. The air has almost been punched out of your lungs, and you have to squint at him to believe what you’re seeing.

He calls your name again, giving you a wave and a bright smile. “Funny seeing you here, huh?”

“Uh…”

“Can I buy you a drink? I feel like I owe it to you after…” His eyes are sincere. At least you think so, with your drunk goggles on.

“I don’t know, Yunho, it’s okay…” You mumble unsurely, “Isn’t this weird?”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Yunho says and pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Oh, alright. I guess a drink won’t hurt,” You shrug and lead the way to the bar. The least he can do for you after standing you up and hurting your feelings is buy you a drink, you think.

“Hey listen, I owe you an apology,” Yunho says, sliding your drink towards you.

“Oh, it’s- it was a long time ago,” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. Sure, it was a hit to your ego, but in hindsight it doesn’t matter. Not when you have Jungkook. Honestly, you’ve forgotten that Yunho had even been a blip in your radar once upon a time. It was only because of Sora, anyway.

“I had something urgent come up last minute that day and I asked Sora to tell you,” Yunho continues, “I’m sorry I didn’t follow up or even reach out to you after. But I’d heard that you were with Jeon now, so didn’t want to… overstep, I guess.”

And even through your drunken haze, you understand. You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Oh boy,” You groan, “Sora never told me about that but we’re not close anymore, Yunho. It’s okay, I understand. I’m sorry she got you, too.”

Yunho’s lips part in surprise, “She didn’t… Alright. What’s done is done, I guess.”

“Yeah,” You murmur airily, “And yes, I am with Jeon. Though I can’t seem to find him…”

“I’m happy to keep you company until you do.”

Despite how well you and Yunho seem to hit it off (most of your time spent bitching about Sora), you can’t help but think of Jungkook. You quite miss him, not having seen him all night in the club. You want to dance with him, and little do you know that he’s been scouring the entire club for you in a frenzy once he ran into Mei and Mina and hadn’t seen you with them.

He had sent them a glare, his jaw clenched and walked away to find you. So when his eyes finally land on you at the bar, after about twenty-five minutes of searching and trying to get through strings of people around you, his heart soars. But he sees you laughing with someone else at the bar. With Yunho.

Jealousy is petty, he tells himself. But he struggles to keep it at bay as it rears its head and comforts him. He’s always been protective and possessive of those he loves and cherishes. You’re definitely no exception.

You wobble a little on your feet, but you hold your own. Even from here, he can see the drunkenness of your smile, beads of sweat as they race down your neck to hide in the valley of your breasts. He zeroes in on your necklace (his) around your neck and reminds himself. It’s his necklace that you’re wearing, after all.

Then why is the man who stood you up all those months ago making you laugh like that?

You must have a sixth sense or something for him, because you turn your head a bit as if you can sense him. Your entire face lights up when you see him, in a way that makes his tough heart swell in adoration.

You make your way over to him with your drink and peck his lips chastely, despite his desire to pull you into his arms and kiss you long enough that your knees buckle. So that Yunho sees that he is yours.

“You disappeared on me, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, adjusting your necklace. He’s gripping it tightly, but you don’t notice.

“I was with Yunho, remember him? ‘Member, he stood me up but he didn’t because it was Sora’s fault-”

“That’s no surprise,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. You take his hand, squeezing and introduce him to Yunho. As if he doesn’t know him already. Jungkook’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t like how Yunho looks at you, how his gaze lingers on your skin and the curves of your dress. You lean against Jungkook heavily, absently playing with his fingers. You stay mostly quiet, sipping your drink as the two men speak (rather tersely).

Jungkook knows he’s being ridiculous.

“Kook, finish my drink?” You murmur, offering him the glass. Jungkook maintains eye contact with Yunho as he downs the remainder of your drink in a few solid gulps.

“Was nice to see you, Yunho,” You say, “I think Jimin and Mina are looking for us, Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

With that Jungkook firmly holds your waist, keeping you close to him. You both know that neither Jimin nor Mina are looking for either of you. You’d only wanted to be alone with Jungkook.

So Jungkook leads you to a spot where he knows Yunho can visibly see you both. You let loose, giggling as Jungkook twirls you easily and moving your arms to match the beat of the music. He makes you laugh with his moves, winking at you and shooting finger guns at you as he twirls and swivels around you. He’s always been a great dancer, you realize. That’s funny, because you’re sometimes clumsy on your own two feet. He pulls you into him, his chest to your back and his hips pressed against your ass. You sigh contentedly, head lolling against his shoulder and you rest your hand over his hand to let him lead you.

His nose is buried in your neck, lips lightly brushing your pulse. He bites your earlobe gently, earning a soft laugh from you. Jungkook tilts your jaw to the side to meet your eyes and plants a deep kiss to your glossy lips. He holds you steady when your knees weaken, your belly flipping at the intensity that he pours into you.

Jungkook is all around you, encasing you within his arms and there’s not a single place you’d rather be. When you pull away for air, you thumb away your gloss on his bottom lip and bite his bottom lip gently.

“I adore you,” You say dreamily, “You are so… Everything. Everything. I adore you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burn, but he ducks his head for another sharp kiss. And if Yunho is watching him shove his tongue down your throat and holding your hips to his possessively then that’s fine by him.

The journey back home is a quick one (after you both stop for fried noodles, despite the inevitable heartburn it’ll give you both the next day but you’re both so hungry). You both stumble into your home in a mess of giggles and groping, nearly falling to the floor due to your clumsiness.

Jungkook has been hard since he kissed you in the club, in front of Yunho. He knew Yunho had been watching, feeling the man’s eyes on you both the entire time. His jealousy has crawled back into the box that it was unleashed from, but he knows that’s something to revisit later.

Something else to revisit is that he liked that someone else was watching him with you. He stores that information for later, instead focusing on keeping you upright from falling.

Somehow, through your blurry vision and wobbly legs, you get on your knees and palm Jungkook’s cock through his pants. A shameless moan rips through you- any and every inch of him makes you dizzy with desire.

You like him so much that it nearly makes you cry.

“Gonna blow you now,” You announce happily, fumbling with the button of his jeans and using all of your concentration and strength to pull his pants down along with his boxers. You sloppily kiss your way down his chest, spending extra time on his tattoo and licking (then biting) his happy trail before humming around his leaking cock.

He’s so wet already, and it’s all because of you.

Jungkook groans, eyes closing in pleasure as your pretty mouth wraps around his cock. He thrusts lightly into your mouth, peeling his eyes open to watch you. Only to find you already staring up at him, your makeup smudged and tears already forming in your pretty eyes. He cradles your cheek affectionately, stroking your cheekbone-

But before he can compliment you, softly praise you, he hears a noise. It originates from the back of your throat, something both familiar and unfamiliar. You gag uncontrollably around his cock, and while it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened, it’s different this time. Because you’re a little drunk. So he should be unsurprised when you retch on his cock, pull yourself off of him before your drunk self can get any more vomit on his cock and sprint into your bathroom.

You manage to lock the door in your frenzy of utter humiliation and alcohol addled mind. You hover over the toilet bowl, the sounds of you throwing up bouncing off of the walls. You’re crying, sobbing more like it- from both the pain in your chest from vomiting violently into the toilet bowl coupled with the humiliation of quite literally throwing up on your boyfriend’s cock.

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll erase the memory.

“Baby,” Jungkook calls softly, his cock fully hanging out in the open, “Baby, please open the door. It’s not a big deal, but I need to wash my dick off.”

You let out a choked, watery laugh at that and move to flush the toilet and rinse your mouth out. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you unlock your bathroom door, and you can’t bear to look Jungkook in the eye. But he holds your wrist to his when you try to escape into the safety of your bedroom.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest, heat flooding your ears in shame. It feels like your head is empty, static filling up the spaces that the silence between you both doesn’t.

“It’s just me,” Jungkook coos, “Do you want to shower with me?”

“Jungkook, ‘m absolutely mortified,” You say flatly, voice a little high in pitch as fresh tears burning behind your eyelids, “I want to evaporate from this plane of existence in about three-point-four seconds, I literally threw up on your penis, I’m so sorry. Don’t even look at me-”

Jungkook winces at your tone and the way your shoulders are hunched, hands gripping the hem of your dress unsurely.

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, “It’s really okay, there’s nothing to apologize for. Come shower. The vomit is drying on my dick-”

But that’s the wrong thing to say because you start to cry immediately, shoving your face in your hands. Jungkook sighs, mentally kicking himself and running a hand through his purple locks. He calls your name softly and pulls you into his arms for a tight hug, despite the drying vomit on his dick, which is hanging out and brushes against your hip. You sniffle, peeking at him with shy eyes and he rubs your back soothingly.

“When I say it’s okay, I mean it,” Jungkook murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how drunk you were. I know you feel embarrassed, but it’s just me, baby.”

He kisses you, despite your protests, and helps you rinse your mouth again. You allow Jungkook to somehow maneuver you into the shower, peeling you out of your clothes. You feel grimy and sticky from the club and you’re grateful for the cool water against your skin. You stand behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face in between his shoulder blades, letting him wash himself.

“Can I wash you?” You whisper, voice unsure. You feel awful, cheeks burning but still. He nods and you take your body wash and lather him with it, washing his now limp dick gently and swallowing nervously.

“See? Not a big deal,” Jungkook says, coaxes you out of your nervousness, “Lemme wash you, baby.”

And so he does, taking your loofah and gently rubbing your skin. Under the cool spray of water, your nerves slip away with each giggle and kiss that he pulls and plants from your lips. Your eyes are still a little shy, a little slick with alcohol. But it’s just Jungkook, and you’re safe with him.

Jungkook nearly wrestles you to get you to eat something more, after throwing up the remainder of your guts after you both had showered (it was mainly just water and alcohol at this point). You’re nearly falling asleep on his shoulder but he manages to shake you awake for a slice of leftover noodles and two glasses of water. But eventually, he coaxes you into eating with a few kisses, hugs, and shoulder rubs.

Once you both are in bed, Jungkook wraps himself around you, his hands immediately drifting below your sleep shirt to your belly. Your cheeks burn as the events of the night replay in your mind’s eye and you press your face into your pillow with a groan.

“I can’t believe I threw up on your dick a-and you’re so nice a-about it,” You mumble, “You really are everything.”

“Well, what else am I going to do if the girl I like vomits on my dick,” Jungkook murmurs, “Don’t worry about it, baby. It happens.”

“To who? Only to me,” You say sadly, “I drank too much. I’m sorry, Kook-”

“Shhh,” Jungkook says, tightening his arms around you and kissing your forehead, “I promise it’s okay. I promise I’m not looking at you any differently.”

His words make you relax in his hold and you nod. Jungkook tilts your jaw towards him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You don’t say anything else after that, only allowing your soft, breathy sighs to spill out of your lips and into him with every comforting kiss and every slip of his tongue in your mouth.

He tells you to rest in between kisses, but your eyes are already closed.

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