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2nd Desire ღ Tie Me Down [M]

ღ Aspects of Desire series ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ feat.: Yeosang ღ words: ~5.1k ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, sub!reader, reader masturbating and asking to be punished for it, reader’s hands tied together, he’s a bit mean but goes soft dom when reader shows signs of discomfort, strength kink, fingering, some body worship, teasing, begging, unprotected sex) ღ warnings: (him running his hand through reader’s hair)

Desc.: Lost in your excitement over the recent development in your relationship with your boyfriend Jongho, you try to tickle more of his dominant side out of him. When he shuts down that attempt with only the best of intentions, he makes sure you won’t stay flustered by your miscalculation for long.

Author's note: chapter 2 and I'm STILL nervous about posting kasjdfölksa I hope you guys enjoy though~ alsoalso I decided to do a taglist for this fic, so if you want to be added, just drop me an ask about it <3

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You drop your bag beside the entrance as you walk into Jongho’s apartment, the little melody resounding when the door falls into its lock that’s usually just another background noise to you manages to annoy you on this day. It’s only half past 4, yet you feel like you’ve been awake for more than 20 hours.

You slip out of your shoes and step inside, the sofa in the living room being your destination. With a groan you let your body flop down onto it, the cushioned surface softening the impact. You’ve been at university since morning, your first class of the day being quite an interesting one and almost making you forget about the dreadful events that would follow suit. For lunch you met up with other students from your major to work on your group project, and these people really remind you time and time again why you absolutely hate group projects. You’re a group of seven, yet somehow the only ones taking the whole thing seriously are you and Yeosang, a guy you’ve done a course with before and who you luckily ended up being in the same group with. You know from back then that he does his work diligently enough - what you didn’t know was how badly the other five would do. One of them ran late, claiming he was convinced the meeting would start at 2 and not at half past 1, one of them didn’t show up at all, the others half-assed their parts and one girl only did half of what she was supposed to do. It’s a mess, and it’s stressing you out, because you’re getting a shared group grade for the paper. If you were being graded individually, you would’ve already decided to just do well on your own part, and make sure to precisely document who worked how much, but since you can’t exactly do that here it eventually came to the point where you decided it would be better if you took over the lead. As the person who has assigned herself the role of scolding the others into doing their work properly, you didn’t exactly gain their sympathy, but thankfully Yeosang was right there to have your back. Sharing their disdain was still better than having to shoulder it all alone, so you made a mental note to thank him with a cup of coffee or a meal later on.

But for now you want nothing more than to get this stupid project out of your mind, and lying motionlessly on the sofa and staring at a wall without any kind of distraction from your angry thoughts running wild isn’t exactly the best way to go about that. So you get up with a heavy sigh, peeking into your boyfriend’s room through the gap in the door standing ajar, before walking inside. He isn’t home yet - you assume he must be on his way, because his last class of the day should’ve ended about 10 minutes ago. Walking over to his closet, you open the side where he made space for some of your clothes, and you grab some comfortable pants and a t-shirt you haven’t worn in a while. There’s the logo of a game printed at the front - coincidentally a game you both used to play when you were still in school, and one of the topics you bonded over as you were slowly becoming closer.

You trod over to the bathroom, figuring you should take a shower in an attempt to clear your mind first of all - maybe you could magically find a way to wash off all the frustration the day has drenched you in. Either way, at least the warm water raining down on your skin has a calming effect on you, and so for a few minutes you merely stand there, doing nothing. You reach for the soap eventually, and as you’re cleaning yourself your thoughts slowly drift elsewhere.

Until you remember the conversation you had with Jongho about establishing a different kind of dynamic between you two. Your fingers dance up your body to your throat, and padding them onto your pulse reminds you of what it felt like to have his hand in this position instead. The thoughts of the project are quickly forgotten, yet your cells have not quite let go of the frustration yet - but that’s nothing a quick orgasm couldn’t take care of, right?

So you let your hands wander, allowing them to map out your own body wherever instinct leads them, and as your fingers find your core, you let out a long sigh. This feels like just what you need right now, so you don’t hold back, beginning to draw circles onto your sensitive bud. Feeling your limbs relax from the sensation, you lean your back against the wall, and eventually you reach out for the shower head, changing the setting to the highest pressure and letting it do the work for you.

You don’t think of much at all, simply enjoying the pleasure coursing through your body, until you can sense yourself coming closer to the edge, and you buck your hips up against the water jet.

“Fuck…” you whimper, as a scenario crosses your mind. “What if he finds out…” You gulp at the thought of Jongho figuring out you got off without him, in his apartment, and your mind begins to wander as you fantasize about all the ways in which he might punish you for it. Another curse escapes you through gritted teeth, and soon you feel your high crashing down on you, walls clenching around nothing as his name falls from your lips.

You step out of the shower feeling refreshed, purposely not changing back the setting of the shower head. You want him to catch you, want to know about all the things he would do to you that you haven’t seen him do before. Slipping into fresh clothes and wrapping a towel around your head to let your hair dry a bit before finishing the process with a blow dryer, you grin to yourself and you walk out into the living room.

Your boyfriend comes home about half an hour later, just as you’re putting the blow dryer back to its original place in one of the cabinets in his bathroom. You suppress the excited grin that just won’t leave your lips, and instead greet him as per usual.

“You’re late,” you remark as you catch sight of the time displayed on your phone screen.

“Yeah, the subway was crowded. Should’ve taken the bus,” he mutters as he walks up to you, his hand patting your head in a gesture that’s supposed to say “I’m home.”

“Right, it’s starting to get bad at this time,” you continue your small talk.

“How did your meet-up go?”

“Don’t ask…” you brush it off quickly, hoping to ward off the stress creeping up to you again upon him mentioning it.

“That bad?” Jongho asks as he lets out a short laugh while he furrows his eyebrows, telling you he feels at least a little sorry for you.

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes. “And you? How was your day?”

“Don’t ask,” he answers, and now you’re the one chuckling. “I’ll go wash up real quick, and I think I’ll need some time to decompress afterwards.”

“Sure,” you mutter, before reaching up from where you’ve made yourself comfortable on the edge of the sofa, hand snaking behind his neck so you could pull him in for a quick peck on the lips.

And so he disappears in the bathroom, you hear him turning on the water and you hear him turning it off again after a while, and with every passing second, the excitement for what’s to come is only growing. Except when he’s done, he simply informs you he’s going to game for a bit, and then he walks into his room. You’re confused to say the least, and a bit disappointed as well. This is not going according to the plan you had in mind, and you wonder if it’s just because he’s had a bad day or if maybe he just isn’t in the mood today. Trying to brush it off, you grab a book you started a while ago, staying out in the living room as you attempt to read a chapter or two, but somehow your mind just won’t let you focus on the story unfolding on the pages in front of you. So eventually you get up, deciding to sneakily follow him instead - you’re not sure why you’re being so secretive all of a sudden.

Your boyfriend is certainly good at reading the room, and it’s helped you leave behind your own awkwardness more than once. So today as well you decide to simply sit at the edge of his bed and watch him play his game, hoping for him to notice something’s off as you’re trying to find the right words to say. And without doubt, he doesn’t disappoint.

“What’s with you?” he asks in between rounds, his voice soft in contrast to the serious stance he tends to take on while playing his games.

“Just…” you’re not sure how to start, how much to hint at what you want - you sure as hell aren’t thinking of just saying it straightforwardly, now that you’re beginning to feel a bit embarrassed about it.

“Hmm?” He drags out the sound a bit, then the image on his screen changes, and he adds, “Let me finish this and then we can talk?”

“Alright.” You’re suddenly more anxious than you would’ve expected yourself to be as you watch, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt the entire time. The time spent waiting for him to turn his attention to you feels like half an eternity, even though once he’s done you’re sure it can’t have been more than five minutes. He exits the game to the main menu, and as he takes off his headset, he turns to you in his chair.

“What is it?” You see worry on his face, and you immediately feel the need to let him know it’s nothing serious, really.

“Nothing bad!” you say.

“That’s good,” Jongho answers, relief behind his words.

“Just… didn’t you… notice anything?” You rub your legs together as you avert your gaze from him, but even in the corner of your eye you can tell he’s thinking hard about your question now.

“Notice anything?” he repeats, and then suddenly his eyes narrow, and there’s an amused smile about to creep onto his lips. “Like what?” At this point you’d have sworn you could see the exact moment the dots connected in his head, so his question throws you off a little.

“Like… uhm… I showered earlier.”

“Good,” he chuckles, and you press yourself on to continue.

“And uh…. maybe got off…”

“Oh. That’s nice,” he replies, and once again you’re thrown off, this time by the way the tension in the room drops right away, and he’s now showing you a genuine smile. “Why are you telling me about that though? Want me to come watch next time?” He tries to throw in a joke, but the confusion radiating off you makes him think again, and well, now you’re sure he understands what you’re trying to get at, because he raises up his chin just a little, giving you that look that’s supposed to say “I found you out.”

“Were you maybe thinking I would punish you for that?” he assumes correctly, and you nod, heat rushing to your face now.

“Yes…” Jongho laughs. It’s more of a giggle, actually, and the amusement in his expression only adds to your confusion. And then he becomes serious, though his features keep their softness.

“Look… I’m sorry to disappoint you but… I’m not going to do anything we haven’t discussed beforehand,” he explains, making sure to be clear about his thoughts. “My first impulse isn’t to punish you for masturbating. But if you want me to, we can talk about it.”

“O-okay,” you stammer, and once again there’s this endearing smile on his face, spreading from ear to ear. You know it’s meant to reassure you, but right now all you can focus on is the embarrassment burning in your chest from making such a severe miscalculation. This isn’t how things go in real life, of course it isn’t. You should know that, and yet-

“Hey,” he calls out to you, hand reaching for yours, giving you a squeeze to tear you out of your thoughts. “Let’s talk about it.”

He’s also good at that - saying the right thing at the right moment. Or at least he tends to say the things you need to hear in moments like this, and once again you feel unmistakably that you’re safe with him, and that you’re in this together.

“Okay.”

“So…” letting go of your hand, he leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, and you feel the dynamic shift ever so slightly as he won’t divert his eyes from you. “What kind of punishment were you thinking of?” You raise your eyebrows, and you begin to ponder on his question, but somehow your head is suddenly empty.

“I… don’t know…” you admit, and he grins at your words again.

“You didn’t think about what you want me to do to you now?”

“I mean… I did… but more… in a general sense,” you stammer.

“Like what?”

“Like… you fucking me…” And there it is again, that laugh that’s really more of a giggle than an actual laugh.

“You didn’t think about what comes before that?”

“Not… really?” you admit, and he clears his throat.

“Then how about I tell you what came to mind for me, and you tell me if that sounds okay to you?” You nod okay, and he continues, “So what I was thinking is that I could restrict you in some way… putting you in handcuffs maybe, or blindfolding you.”

“I don’t think I’m okay with the blindfolding,” you respond. “Handcuffs sounds… nice though.”

“See? This is just why I didn’t want us to rush into this,” your partner says. “Because if we move too fast, misconceptions about what the other wants, or just about how this whole thing works are bound to go unnoticed.”

“You’re right,” you agree, being able to see where you went wrong with your assumptions clear as day now. “Then… let’s take it slow. Talk before we do stuff.” An awkward laugh escapes you as you’re speaking those words, because after all you were the one trying to rush into this, and now you can’t help but feel thankful that he stopped you just in time.

“So…” Jongho gets up from his chair, walking over to his closet and rummaging through one of the shelves, pulling out a dark red tie. “I think this is gonna look pretty on you. That okay?” You nod, merely watching as he walks over to you, and when he tells you to take off your clothes first of all, you don’t hesitate. Placing yourself on top of the bed, kneeling in the middle of it, he sits in front of you, and you hold out your hands for him to tie them together. “Not too tight?”

“No, it’s fine,” you answer, the soft texture of the fabric feeling quite good around your wrists, actually.

“I don’t have actual handcuffs, unfortunately…” he explains as he checks the knot one more time, and then he lifts one of his hands to run his fingers through your hair, eyeing you thoroughly. There’s a serious expression on his face now, he’s concentrated as he lets his fingertips brush against the side of your throat, but the way he allows for a smirk to creep onto his lips when you instinctively lean your head back to give him access tells you he’s very much having fun with this.

“You really like that, huh?” he mutters, wrapping his hand loosely around your throat, the warmth of his touch alone causing your heart to beat faster.

“Yeah…” you mouth, and to your disdain he moves on. His fingers draw imaginary trails down your body, moving slowly and deliberately, and his eyes follow their every move.

“So beautiful… too bad I’m gonna have to wreck you.” He speaks silently, and whether it’s because of the tone in his voice or his words you don’t know, but it’s giving you shivers all over and you gulp. His hand eventually finds its way to your side, snuggly fitting into the space between your waist and your arm, and he leans in to brush his lips against yours. It’s a short kiss, yet he lingers there for a few seconds before pulling back merely a few inches - the kind of kiss that’s meant to make you want more. “Want me to punish you, hm? Then, what if I push you a bit? Be a little less nice than usual and not give you everything you want right away.” You suck in a sharp breath at his words. “You’d like that?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, tension building up. You’re not sure what exactly he has planned, but you know he wouldn’t push you too far… right? He wraps the fingers of his free hand around your wrists, and as he brings them up above your head he pushes you back into the mattress, carefully, gently. And yet you don’t miss the dangerous glint in his eyes as he’s now gazing down on you, hovering above you as he pins you against the bed. Lowering his head, he makes you mewl as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he scatters a few nips here and there.

“What’s your color, dear?”

“Green… very green,” you sigh, feeling his weight on top of your chest.

“That’s good,” he speaks quietly as he comes back up, his face now being right in front of you and the tips of your noses touching for one short moment. You think he’s going to kiss you, but then he sits up instead, letting go of you to rid himself of his shirt. With every movement of his you can see the outlines of his muscles working underneath the skin, and the urge to touch him, to run your nails down his chest and his stomach, makes you bring your hands up. For a moment you forget that they’re tied together, and you frown at the restraint, and before you can do anything more, your boyfriend is quick to click his tongue at you as he reaches for your hands and pins them back down above your head.

“Wanna touch me so bad, hm?” he assumes correctly, and then he adds, moving closer to your ear, whispering sharply, “No touching unless I allow it.”

“O-okay,” you mutter. You can unmistakably feel the power he has over you now, both in the way you don’t have the strength to free yourself from his physical restraint, and in the way you feel yourself immediately submitting to his verbal restraint.

“Stay like this,” he then says and you nod as he sits back up. This time he lets his palms run down your upper body once as he kneels on top of you, going over to dragging his nails down your skin once he reaches your hips and doing the exact thing you would’ve craved to do to him. But you obey, waiting patiently for his next move. “So pretty…” he mutters, his intense gaze burning on your skin, and after having his hands wandering all the way back up, he leans in to leave a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts. And again there’s this urge to move your hands, to throw your arms around his shoulders as his lips are mapping out your features, but you can’t. You shouldn’t, and so you resist.

He kisses his way down your stomach, biting your flesh here and there without applying too much pressure, and the way he’s taking his time with it doesn’t help your case as you’re having an internal battle against your own impatience. Rubbing your thighs together as he’s hovering just above your core and he’s touching you everywhere but where you need him the most, you reach your breaking point.

“Jongho…” you call out his name. “Please.” He merely chuckles at your plea, not even looking up at you now.

“What?” His voice is low, quiet. Calmness radiates off of him, like he knows that he has all the time in the world for this.

“T-touch me please…” you mewl.

“Hmm,” he makes a noise as he appears to be thinking about your request. “But do you deserve that?” You let out a whine at his question, and you frown when he crawls all the way back up, only to press a teasing kiss to your lips. “Do you deserve my touch when clearly you decided that you can also just do the job yourself?” He moves up further, his lips brushing against your wrists just below where he tied them together, and then against the knuckles on your fingers. “Can’t get yourself off now, can you?” He places his hand over yours, pushing your wrists into the fluffy blanket as if to put an emphasis on his words.

“Please…” you start another attempt at getting him to do what you want, but he merely sends you a smirk.

“You’re choosing the shower head over me and now you think I’ll give you what you want so easily? That’s naive.” You frown, and you pout up at him, and for a second his features soften, before he moves his hand from your wrists to your chin, tilting it up slightly. Then he places a kiss onto your jaw, and he asks, “Color?”

“Green…” You idiot - you add in your mind, and when he comes back up to get a good look at your face, you can undeniably see the amusement on his face.

“Didn’t think you’d like being treated like this so much,” Jongho comments, and then he lets his hand wander from your chin down to your lower stomach. “Really makes me want to do this all day.” Fuck. You gulp at his words, thighs pressing together just as he slips a finger in between, dragging it up your folds once, and you don’t expect a singular touch to affect you this much, but you find yourself arching your back as you moan in response anyway.

“Relax,” he says, tapping your thigh once, and you do, spreading your legs apart just a little to give him better access. He doesn’t hesitate to make use of that, watching for even the tiniest of reactions as he gathers your juices on his fingertip, moving it back up and making you whimper as he begins drawing circles onto your clit. You buck your hips into his hand once, causing him to sit up so he could use his other hand to press them back down, immobilizing you. “So needy…” he breathes as he continues on, watching you, and granting you a few teasing touches to your wet pussy. He slips a finger inside, drawing another moan from your lips, and when he adds a second one, pumping them in and out of you at an unhurried pace, you think you could cum on the spot. And he notices the way he’s affecting you, because now he asks you with a cocky smirk on his face that bodes no good whatsoever,

“You like that?” You nod, whimpering, and when he pulls out, the feeling of deprivation that overcomes you makes you whine with anger - though you don’t sound nearly as angry as you would’ve liked. “Too bad.”

“Keep going, please…!” you try to beg, and it seems to strike something deep within him, because now he raises his eyebrows at you, listening intently.

“What was that?”

“K-keep going… please… please…” you add, the desperation in your voice being obvious. “Don’t stop now… w-wanna cum on your fingers…”

“I’m sure you do, dear,” he whispers, leaning in to place a soothing kiss onto your tummy, but it just makes you more furious.

“Please!” you cry out, balancing on the edge between pleasure and frustration, and you know that you wouldn’t want him to push you any further. For a second you wonder whether you should tell him, ask him to go easier on you even though you were the one who wanted him to punish you so badly. But he seems to notice your inner conflict, and his smirk softens into a benevolent smile as he brushes his lips against the inside of your thigh now.

“Is that where the line is?” he asks, and you hesitantly nod. He comes up to comb his fingers through your hair, brushing away a strand that’s sticking to your forehead. “Then let’s not take it any further than this, okay?”

“Yeah.” He cups your face with his hand, thumb brushing against your lips, and he questions,

“What do you want me to do, love?”

“Fuck me… please…” you say with furrowed brows, and he chuckles at the sight in front of him. Caressing your cheek as he slowly takes his hand away in order to rid himself of the remainder of his clothes, he retorts,

“I can’t believe someone could say something so dirty with such an innocent expression on their face.” And now that you’re becoming aware of what you must look like right now, you find it funny too, and you let out a short laugh.

Your boyfriend places himself on top of you, one hand wrapping around his length in order to give himself a few strokes until he’s fully hard, while he has the other placed next to your head to support his weight on top of it. “Wanna hold onto me? Or…” You shake your head. “Want me to pin you down?” Adrenaline rushes through your veins, making you tingle all over from the thought of it, and you nod. Again, he seems amused by your reaction. “After all that you still want me to manhandle you, huh?” Him saying it out loud fills you with bashfulness all of a sudden, and still you feel the need to confirm that he’s right.

“Yes… please,” you mutter. He positions himself in between your legs, aligning himself with your core.

“You good?” he asks, and when you give him the okay he pushes into you.

“Fuck…” The feeling of having him finally filling you up makes you hiss a curse as you’re throwing your head back from the overwhelming satisfaction. Jongho reaches for your wrists, pinning you down just like you had asked, and he leans in, his nose brushing against the skin right in front of your ear.

“Can you do me a favour, then?”

“Wh-what?” you stutter, impatience building up inside you again.

“I want to hear you beg for me again… can you do that?” You whine as he rolls his hips into yours once, and without hesitation you grant his wish.

“Please… please fuck me…”

“Mhm… that’s right…” he mutters, and from the way his voice changes as he begins slowly thrusting into you, you can tell he too has been exerting himself holding back from touching you properly more than you thought.

“Please… feels so good… b-baby please…” you keep going, your moans turning into mere whimpers when he reaches down between your bodies in order to tend to your clit. “F-fuck… w-wanna cum on your cock… wanna cum so bad…!” you whine, racing towards your high at lightning speed.

“Shit, you’re perfect,” he utters, his hips beginning to stutter, and the groans falling from his lips becoming more frequent. “So fucking perfect.”

You cry out when your high comes crashing down on you, hands formed into fists and your nails digging into your palms. Once again you try to instinctively throw your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders, and when you meet resistance as he’s still pinning you against the bed, your mind is flooded with that much more pleasure. He cums with a broken moan as you’re beginning to come down from your high, whining from the overstimulation as you let him thrust into you a few more times, and then he collapses on top of you.

Both panting, he lets go of your wrists and you immediately bring your arms up to put them around his frame, and this time he lets you. Eventually, after catching his breath, he rolls over onto his back, sitting up and undoing your restraints.

“You feeling okay?” You nod at his question, your eyelids too heavy to open, but you smile at him.

“More than,” you mutter, and when he lies back down beside you, you snuggle up close to him. Reaching for your hands, he holds onto one of them, thumb rubbing circles against your wrist, and when you look up you find worry in his eyes. “I really am okay, baby,” you whisper one more time, and he instinctively brings your hand that he’s holding onto in closer to his chest.

“Okay…” he just says, trusting your words, and you send him a sweet smile. Freeing your hand from his grasp, you bring it up to his head, fingers combing through his hair.

“Thank you…” you say, slurring your words a bit as the blissful afterglow of your high lingers in your mind. Your boyfriend lets out a sigh, eyelids fluttering shut at the sensation of you massaging his scalp. “For being careful. And for taking care of me so well.” And now there’s this smile creeping onto his lips. It’s barely noticeable, and yet you can tell how your words are affecting him. And in the next second he throws his arm around you, catching you by surprise as he pulls you on top of himself and engulfs you in a tight hug. He says nothing, you know that sometimes it’s hard for him to speak his mind in moments like these, but by now you know him well enough to know what he’s trying to convey with his actions. You giggle at the way he presses a kiss to the side of your face before having you rest your head atop his chest, loosening his embrace a bit to allow you to lie down comfortably. You too snake one arm around his waist, and with your heart swelling with your love for him that seems to know no end, you bury your smile in the crook of his neck.

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gingerjolover · 5 months

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can we prioritize jb controversially young gf pleaseeeee i vote yes

to ease y'all into it, get ya warmed up, here's a little appetizer (courtesy of my friends @boywithpinkcarnation and @ever-siince-new-york aka the loves of my life)

julien w a controversially!young gf

okay i have an (unpopular) opinion that i don't think julien would date someone controversially young not because there's something wrong with it but because she will get so existential and I feel like she would feel bad if your brain wasn't fully developed lol

however!!!! this aside, lets continue

I don't think it would be a best friends little siblings scenario or like the kid of someone on her team or the bg team

young!gf is probably a writer or an artist of some kind and julien is either a fan or is at a charity event or something similar and she meets boygenius and they all instantly love her sm

and jules and young!gf really hit it off and so julien leaves with her number but doesn't find out shes young until like 3 days later

has an absolute crisis about it, especially because she doesn't want to hurt you or change you

thinking young!gf is 20 about to be 21, like just old enough that some people will be like um??? but also you're a whole-ass adult so you can do what ya want

but julien and young!gf have a very serious convo bc they are both feeling the vibe and julien just wants a healthy, mutually beneficial, safe, and loving relationship

but anyways

lets get right to it, phoebe and lucy and MUNA love you

like the love u sm but they also love teasing julien

julien could be getting up from a chair or like be laying on the floor and phoebe is yelling "life alert" to you, a glare pushing its way onto jules's face

phoebe is the biggest instigator, always snapping photos of you both candidly and adding them to her photo dumps

I had that phoebe buys young!gf a t-shirt that says I love milfs but @boywithpinkcarnation said a shirt with I <3 cougars and its iconic honestly

phoebe will 1000% caption a photo of you sitting on jb's lap and be like "sugar daddy vibes🤑" or one of jb sitting on your lap with the caption "jb is taking babysitting wayyy too seriously" (@boywithpinkcarnation)

they all call you baby and they mean it

katie is the second biggest instigator and right after that is lucy, then nomi, then jo

katie always teases about "respect your elders"

lucy will post a very wholesome photo of the two of you but caption it "spend time and cherish your elders, they aren't around forever❤️" (straight from social queen @boywithpinkcarnation)

eventually young!gf gets into it and starts making jokes like kelli tiktok vibes (@ever-siince-new-york)

she gets asked in a day in the life vid or a live a question about jules and shes like "I'm not sure really...i just with her for the money," and julien is in the back like that interview when lucy says they're breaking up like "baby! don't say that! it's not funny!" and she's groaning coming into frame, her hand on young!gf's head, "they're gonna start to believe you, ya know?" like all sassy how jb gets🤓☝🏼

PRIVATE BUT NOT SECRET VIBEZZZZ @ever-siince-new-york, carlena said and i quote, "like they're not lovesurging on tiktok but if the paps get jb giving hickies on film... oh well😁"

they are also STOKED for you to turn 21, since most of them are sober the idea of getting you drunk is so appealing

and jb is SO protective, like already jb has her hands on young!gf all. the. time. like in the dip of her back or on her hips or hand on the back of her neck, jb is always making some type of physical contact

BUT especially in the club or at a bar

they do get freaky on her 21st bday hehe

maybe the day after bc young!gf just lets joi keep giving her shots and julien is just standing there jaw dropped because who knew their sweet baby girl was a mf tank

but lit katie, molly, kelli, jo, nomi, lucy, and phoebe LOVE you sm, like yes you're young and everyone is pushing or already 30 but young!gf is so profound and mature but not in a way that's not acting her age, she just has a very old soul and enjoys rest and knows what she likes and what she wants

and julien loooooves this, like jules doesn't want to groom you and mold you into something you're not, she wants you to act your age and like she doesn't isolate you or make you act 28 because everyone is around that age. like she fully supports if you wanna go out and party or like do something kinda childish or if you wanted to stress about school or be homesick, julien lets you just vibe and doesn't pressure you to grow up faster, she truly just wants you to grow up without the age gap looming over you

back to the daddy!jb antics, without infantalizing you, jb handles ALL of the "adult stuff" like y'all def split bills if you live together but she manages all of the subscriptions and pays all of the utilities and makes sure your car has gas and is always maintained like takes it to get inspected and stuff

if young!gf is in school than that's your biggest priority in jb's eyes, like yes focus on school or your work and then when you graduate we'll start to divvy up the household stuff

jb just loves to care for you, like she always has an extra hair tie on her wrist and its your scrunchie like the one you love

before you live together, jb is stocking her house w your stuff to make you comfy

your fave snacks are in the kitchen, your fave drinks in the fridge

jb buys a full size of your fave perfume and body wash, she has you pick out pajamas for her dresser and puts a jewelry holder on her dresser just for you (@ever-siince-new-york 🥹)

if you're in school, jb def has a desk set up in her office or music room and its one she built and it has cute pens and stationary and a pretty keyboard and a comfy chair where you can cross your legs and then under it is built in storage for some of your books and crocheting/knitting/crafting stuff

when you move in, jb designs (w the help of lucy and Katie) your own office where you can write and paint and it has the best sunlight in the whole house

julien also gets really anxious leaving you at home, not because you're not capable but she grows so attached and is like "you'll be a different person when i come back:("

always sending flowers and dinner and gifts while on the road (@ever-siince-new-york)

not smut but smut adjacent

julien is sooooo nervous to have sex w young!gf

maybe she hasn't done it before or julien just feels a lot of pressure to take care of her

and she has to be like "do you not like me?" kinda insecurely because julien is treating her like shes glass

and jb is like "oh my god sweet girl, no no no, i- of course i- i love you!"

and she's like "you WHAT??"

#anon cutie #take a sip of da juice #small sip #julien baker x reader #julien baker x young!gf #fic coming soon!#ALSO MY KIDNEYS AND BLADDER ARE CLEAR #fuck u matty healy

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yug0 · 7 months

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It looks funny, right? You think it looks funny. I do too. But it lives its whole life. So you have to take it seriously eventually, right? And be respectful and shit. I think it can digging in the ground for tubers.

#31 minutos #juanin juan harry #meme copypasta text obvs #Love this thang

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handsmotif · 1 year

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It looks funny, right? You think it looks funny.

I do too. But it lives its whole life. So you have to take it seriously eventually, right? And be respectful and shit.

I think he can crawling on the ground for mushrooms.

#mp100

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hollowslantern · 5 months

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It looks funny, right? You think it looks funny.

I do too. But it lives its whole life. So you have to take it seriously eventually, right? And be respectful and shit.

I think it can digging in the time vortex for doctors.

#doctor who

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pcheyes · 6 months

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winter dates w nishimura riki

pairings: riki x poc fem reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

synopsis: you n rikis cute winter date after the macys parade

after the macys thanksgiving day parade was over, they decided to stay in new york for a bit more

which to no one’s surprise makes riki ecstatic (he is whipped for u)

you live in new york so you had been waiting to hang out with riki more.

he texted you that he was allowed to spend the rest of today and tomorrow in new york and he had made the executive decision to spend every moment with you <3

(i need a man like him)

after receiving the message, you got ready, picking out an outfit and doing your hair

now on this particular day, your hair wasn’t hairing

you had a million tangles

your left side looked different from your right side

and so many other problems

by the time riki came by, you were still working on your hair

you had gave him the code to your apartment so he was a little confused when he opened the door and you weren’t already waiting for him

he walked around the rest of your apartment calling out your name, eventually finding you in your bathroom with a million products out and multiple hair ties and a brush that you were seriously considering burning it outside in the dump

riki immediately noticed your frustrated state and went to help you with your hair

now riki obviously doesn’t have the same hair texture as you, so when he was in korea he was always watching videos on your hair texture

how to style it, and what products to use

at this point riki knows your hair better than you do

he literally bought one of those mannequin heads with your type of hair texture on it so he could practice

so while you were over here freaking out, riki was so ready

hes been waiting for this day for so long

he takes your comb and detangler spray and gets to work😤

he gently takes care of your hair, section by section, and finishes detangling it in 6 minutes (he made you time him)

he helped you finish your hair and once you guys finish you give him a kiss for his “amazing styling” (his words)

as you guys headed out the door, you pulled out your navigation because apparently living in new york your whole life does not help your sense of direction whatsoever (its okay mine sucks to)

you guys avoided the subway because he probably would’ve been spotted so riki called his manager to drive you guys to your date spot

you both decided to go to rockafeller center and go ice skating

now, at first riki was excited but then he remembered that he hasnt skated since that one en o’clock

boy was shaking in his boots, but he still wanted to go skating with you because you absolutely love skating<3

you’re a new york native so you’ve been skating since you were a little girl

riki argues you’re a better skater than sunghoon and he will fight anyone who says otherwise

(he has almost fought sunghoon who challenged you a while back to a skating duel)

as you guys pulled up to the rink you got the skates and got out on the ice.

ar first riki was a little wobbly but you helped him a little bit with his balance.

at first he held onto your shoulders from behind like one of those little supports for kids

at first you got a little annoyed but you actually found it funny

you decided to show him some tricks you could do and boy when you do

he looks at you like you held the stars and the moon

to him you looked the most gorgeous in this moment

doing a little twirl and looking back at him with the brightest smile

brighter than the tree in rockafeller center to him

you were confused as to why he was just looking at you and skated towards him

“you okay riki?” you asked as you look up at him holding his hand

he looked at you with those lovesick eyes and said

“yeah” as he kissed you

you were surprised that he kissed you so suddenly that you fell over

(its okay bae it happens)

after he kissed you you giggled and look at him but suddenly people crowd you and start taking photos

when you fell over his hat got knocked over and he pulled down his mask to kiss you earlier

you quickly got up on your feet and helped him up

you skated away and riki was right behind you

riki had called his manager to get your stuff and pull the car up front

you both waddled off and out the rink to the car

when you got in the car you both collapsed into a fit of giggles

while his manager was scolding him in the front seat you were in the back with riki pretending to be him while he was talking

riki dropped you off at your apartment and gave you a kiss

“even though we got discovered and i’ll probably get in trouble, this was one of the best days of my life”

he gives you a hug, one last kiss and walks back to the suv

although you do feel bad about the whole discovered thing, you enjoyed the day too

back at the rooms in the hotel all the other members were scolding him

but riki just sat there with the most lovesick grin on<3

authors note: this is my first oneshot and i was very tired writing the last half😭😭 but feedback is greatly appreciated!

#nishimura riki x reader #enhypen riki #riki x poc reader #riki fluff #riki oneshot #enhypen imagines #nishimura riki

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105ttt · 2 years

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It looks funny, right? You think it looks funny.

I do too. But it lives its whole life. So you have to take it seriously eventually, right? And be respectful and shit.

I think it can digging in the Fuzzy Ooze for food.

#splatoon #splatoon 3 spoilers

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saiabolical · 5 months

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it looks funny, right? you think it looks funny.

i do too. but it lives its whole life. so you have to take it seriously eventually, right? and be respectful and shit.

i think it can digging in the ground for tubers.

#jjba #secco #jjba secco #jjba golden wind #surely someone else has done this but still

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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waspstar · 1 year

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It looks funny, right? You think it looks funny.

I do too. But it lives its whole life. So you have to take it seriously eventually, right? And be respectful and shit.

I think it can digging in the ground for tubers.

#star trek voyager #neelix #have you seen jackie?

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kaijuyuri · 1 year

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#val post #kirby #happy waddle wednesday #personal fave

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rebellionbae · 1 year

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It looks funny, right? You think it looks funny.

I do too. But it lives its whole life. So you have to take it seriously eventually, right? And be respectful and shit.

I think it can digging in the ground for tubers.

#no more heroes #anime boston #travis touchdown #suda 51

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brightgnosis · 5 months

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Our Responsibilities: A Note on Homemakers and Homesteaders, "Traditionalism", and the World of NeoNazism

As a Hearthkeeper, once upon a time I fell head-first right down the Traditionalist rabbit hole. So much so that I was the OG "Liberal Tradwife" of Tumblr. I helped both create and spread the lie that you could be a "Liberal Traditionalist".

I'd just really started exploring what "femininity" meant to me for the first time in my life. I'd just gotten married. We'd just moved into our first house alone, together, as newlyweds and had a whole slew of renovations ahead of us. And eventually I had to come to terms with the fact that I was disabled and could no longer work- and thus was forced to become a Homemaker without a choice.

Baruch HaShem, I had good friends and an amazing support system to help educate me, and learned better very quickly about how Traditionalism is directly tied to White Supremacy, and largely stems from Nazi ideology about things such as the nuclear family; they warned me about how Nationalists frequently coopt motherhood and homemaking in order to target new mothers and newlyweds looking to start families- preying on their fears for their children and their anxieties about the changing world around them, in order to sway them to their side. Often without even knowing or realizing it.

It's a sinister radicalization. A disturbingly quiet one that sneaks in when you're least aware of it. I was lucky. Plenty of others unfortunately aren't, however. And I've been fighting back against the active harm that I caused the homemaking community on this platform nearly every single day since as a result ... Unfortunately there's an equally disturbing penchant of people wanting to shove their heads in the sand and rub it off as "just the ramblings of a madwoman". But it isn't.

Whether we want to recognize it or not, there are near-literal mountains of evidence which have been collected over the course of decades, which should actively concern us; written about the active co-option and weaponization of motherhood, homemaking in general, and homesteading (and plenty more topics besides), in order to further nationalist, alt-right, Neo-Nazi, and white supremacist (and so on) ideologies in the modern age. Indeed, this action and the propaganda which facilitates it stretches as far back as WW II, and even further.

Without realizing it, increasingly familiar terminology (like the use of "traditional" to refer to ourselves Homemakers, and the "simple living" lifestyle) often descends directly from these very same ideologies. Much of the increasing anti-globalist and anti-modernist rhetoric we use likewise stems from it as well- such as the desire to isolate ourselves from the greater world; the desire to be wholly self-sufficient; and so on ... Even the very things we think of as being "traditional" altogether are completely artificial constructs which stem directly from their propaganda and rhetoric.

Does that make us all inherently nationalists simply because we're Homemakers or Homesteaders, or because some of us actively dream about those lives? Absolutely not; though we always need to be careful of romanticism, at its very core there isn't anything that's inherently wrong with wanting a simple (especially agrarian based) lifestyle which is free from the confines and stressors of modern day capitalism and hustle culture. Indeed, it's arguable that our society, as it currently stands, actively needs this shift.

However: It is indisputable that even in all of this dreaming, we need to recognize these facts. We simply can't ignore their presence. And the first step to that? Is actually taking this threat seriously instead of blowing it off as a "limited minority problem" (it's absolutely not).

There's a stark difference between saying "Hey, there’s historic links to Traditionalism and Nazi / Nationalist ideology and propaganda. The Homemaking, Homesteading, and general "Slow Living" communities hides Nationalists / Nazis who actively seek to take advantage of people like new mothers and those looking for anticapitalistic lifestyles; the weaponization of motherhood and homemaking especially for nationalist purposes is a very real and well documented phenomenon. Y'all're also constantly reblogging from a lot of these Nationalists / Nazis without realizing it. We need to not only be aware of this and educate ourselves on the warning signs of Nationalism / Nazism, but also actively start doing more to combat it within our communities” ... And saying "You actively have to completely abandon everything about your lifestyle, your values, your dreams, and everything else about homemaking and homesteading and slow living that you enjoy or hold dear in any form".

If your first reaction to someone saying "Hey, beware of and educated about the warning signs of Nazis / Nationalists, and help us actively fight them within our shared community" is to believe that people are somehow telling you that you must abandon your lifestyle, your values, your dreams, and everything else that you hold dear- and that they're calling you, personally, an active and intentional nationalist by proxy? Then you need to be examining why “beware of Nazis / Nationalists here” reads to you as “abandon everything”- and not what it literally says right there on the tab. Which is: “Beware of Nazis / Nationalists”.

It's very concerning that's your first reaction to a statement asking you to be careful where you're stepping, educate yourself, and help us take out the trash. And I hate to tell you this, but if that's the case then you might actually be unintentionally aligning yourself with Nazis / Nationalists ... Or, at the very least, you're really close to getting there, even if you don't realize it yet. And that's a very dangerous rabbit hole to fall down.

We need to educate ourselves as much as we can on the history of nationalism- especially where it intersects homemaking and homesteading.

We need to educate ourselves as much as we can about nationalist dogwhistles and what White Supremacy looks and sounds like- even in its most cushiony, pink lace forms designed to attract us.

And we need to begin to actively do more to combat those legitimate nationalists and white supremacist elements which currently sit comfortably within the homemaking and homesteading communities, spreading this rhetoric and propaganda without any recourse. That means keeping an eye out for that kind of behavior and rhetoric, and doing your due diligence to confirm it- and then clock, report, and warn others whenever you see it.

And yes ... It also means actively changing the terminology and rhetoric that we use so that we're not quietly aligning ourselves (even accidentally) with what is still an active and ongoing belief system that causes harm to others.

Speaking as the person who unfortunately originally popularized the idea that you could even be "Liberal Traditionalist" in the first place (you cannot be): This goes double and triple for anyone who currently still claims to be a "Liberal Traditionalist", or a "Non-Trad Homemaker"; if you truly care about the values you claim? This isn't optional for you, especially. It's a mandatory requirement.

We cannot continue to ignore nationalism in the homemaking community; we cannot continue to stick our heads in the sand and pretend it doesn't exist. Because it does. It's well documented that it does, and we don't get to just decide the truth doesn't exist, or try to change it because it makes us uncomfortable.

Not ignoring it means that you have to do this. It's not an option; it's not "live and let live" or "just let people enjoy their life" like it doesn't have very real and serious consequences. It is something we all need to do for our safety, and for the safety of our community.

↞⬩↠ Nazism / Nationalism Resources ↞⬩↠

How to Spot and Respond to White Supremacist Propaganda (Web)

Decrypting the Alt-Right: How to Recognize a F@scist (Video)

Endnote 2: White Fascism (Video)

You’re Not Immune To Propaganda (Video)

The Alt-Right Playbook: How to Radicalize a Normie (Video)

The Alt-Right Playbook: Mainstreaming (Video)

The Alt-Right Playbook: I Hate Mondays (Video)

The Alt-Right Playbook: Control the Conversation (Video)

The Alt-Right Playbook: You Go High, We Go Low (Video)

The Alt-Right Playbook: Always a Bigger Fish (Video)

My Own Dogwhistles Tag on Tumblr

@analyzingantisemitism TikTok Account (Web)

Antisemitism Education Blog Post (Web)

Antisemitism 101 (Web)

Me and White Supremacy: Combat Racism, Change the World, and Become a Good Ancestor (Book)

Religious Nationalism: A Reference Handbook (Book)

Unholy Alliance: A History of Nazi Involvement with the Occult; 3rd New and Expanded Edition (Book)

The Holy Reich: Nazi Conceptions of Christianity from 1919 to 1945 (Book)

Roots of Theological Anti-Semitism: German Biblical Interpretation and the Jews; from Herder and Semler, to Kittel and Bultmann (Book)

Endnote 3: The Origins of Conservatism (Video)

How Conservatives Co-Opted Christianity (Video)

The Power Worshippers: Inside the Dangerous Rise of Religious Nationalism (Book)

The Origins of American Religious Nationalism (Book)

God Bless America: How the US is Obsessed with Religion (Video)

The Growing Threat Of Christian Nationalism (Video)

Why Is American Patriotism So Weird? (Video)

Traditionalism: Just A Fancy Name For Oppression (Web)

The Eugenics Roots of Evangelical Family Values (Web)

How White Nationalists Weaponize Motherhood (Web)

Inside a US Neo-Nazi Homeschool Network With Thousands of Members (Web)

The Real Housewives of Q-Anon: How Conspiracy Theorists Co-Opted #SavetheChildren to Lure Suburban Moms Into Q's Labyrinth (Web)

American Fascism And The Groomer Panic (Video)

Sisters in Hate: American Women on the Front Lines of White Nationalism (Books)

A Soft Face For Saying Extreme Things: The Dangerous Elements In the TradWife Subculture (Web)

Frilly Dresses and White Supremacy: Welcome to the Weird, Frightening World of ‘Trad Wives’ (Web)

The Agoraphobic Fantasy of Tradlife (Web)

My So-Called #TradWife Life: ELLE asked me to live like a “stay-at-home girlfriend” for a week. It didn’t go well (Web)

#TradWife Life as Self-Annihilation (Web)

Tradwives and the White Supremacists Who Love Them (Video)

'Oppressed' by Choice: Tradwives Against Feminism (Video)

Jesus and John Wayne and Mel Gibson’s William Wallace from the Movie Braveheart: An interview with Kristin Kobes Du Mez (Web)

Cottagecore, Colonialism, and the Far-Right: On the Darker Side of Our Obsession with Picnics and Cottages (Web)

↞⬩↠ Historical Homemaker Resources ↞⬩↠

Women's Work Men's Property: The Origins of Gender and Class (1986)

Culture and Society from 1780 to 1950; 2nd Edition (1983)

Having it All in the Belle Époque: How French Women's Magazines Invented the Modern Woman (2013)

Women and the Popular Imagination in the Twenties: Flappers and Nymphs (1988)

A Strange Stirring: The Feminine Mystique and American Women at the Dawn of the 1960s (2012)

Women of the 1960s: More Than Mini Skirts, Pills and Pop Music (2016)

Among the Bohemians: Experiments in Living from 1900 to 1939 (2002)

Singled Out: How Two Million British Women Survived Without Men After the First World War (2007)

Making Marriage Modern: Women's Sexuality from the Progressive Era to World War II (2009)

Marriage, A History: From Obedience to Intimacy; or, How Love Conquered Marriage (2005)

The Way We Never Were: American Families and the Nostalgia Trap; Revised and Updated Edition (2016)

The Way We Really Are: Coming To Terms With America's Changing Families (1998)

Not-So-Nuclear Families: Class, Gender, and Networks of Care (2004)

American Families: A Multicultural Reader (2008)

Homeward Bound: American Families in the Cold War Era; 20th Revised and Updated Edition (2008)

A 1950s Housewife: Marriage and Homemaking in the 1950s (2011)

A 1950s Mother: Bringing up Baby in the 1950 (2013)

The Cute and the Cool: Wondrous Innocence and Modern American Children's Culture (2004)

The Social Origins of the Private Life: A History of American Families from 1600 to 1900 (1988)

The Secret History of Domesticity: Public, Private, and the Division of Knowledge (2005)

The Grand Domestic Revolution: A History of Feminist Designs For American Homes, Neighborhoods, and Cities; 3rd Edition (1982)

The Domestic Revolution: How the Introduction of Coal into Victorian Homes Changed Everything (2020)

The Making of Home: The 500 Year Story of How Our Houses Became Our Homes (2014)

The 1950's American Home (2013)

Perfect Wives in Ideal Homes: The Story Of Women In The 1950s (2015)

The 1950's and 1960's and the American Woman: The Transition from the Housewife to the Feminist (2012)

The Parlour and the Suburb: Domestic Identities, Class, Femininity, and Modernity (2004)

Building a Housewife's Paradise: Gender Politics and American Grocery Stores in the 20th Century (2010)

Accommodating 'Mrs. Three-in-One': Homemaking, Home Entertaining, and Domestic Advice Literature in Post-War Britain (2007)

Three Squares: The Invention of the American Meal (2013)

A Square Meal: A Culinary History of the Great Depression (2016)

How the Other Half Ate: A History of Working-Class Meals at the Turn of the Century (2014)

Perfection Salad: Women and Cooking at the Turn of the Century (1986)

Something From the Oven: Reinventing Dinner in 1950's America (2004)

Through the Kitchen Window: Women Writers Explore the Intimate Meanings of Food and Cooking (2005)

For Home and Country: World War I Propaganda on the Home Front (2010)

How We Lived Then: A History of Everyday Life During the Second World War (1971)

Millions Like Us: Women's Lives in the Second World War (2011)

Victory Girls, Khaki-Wackies, and Patriotutes: The Regulation of Female Sexuality during World War II (2010)

Good Girls, Good Food, Good Fun: The Story of US Hostesses During World War II (2015)

Making War Making Women: Femininity and Duty on the American Home Front from 1941 to 1945 (2011)

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