#plus i love the softness of the snow and this outfit
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Horizon Forbidden West PC • (dev Guerrilla Games)
#horizon forbidden west#hfw#hfwedit#hfw: aloy#aloy#vgedit#gamingedit#dailygaming#userviki#arsuf#userbamf#userwolfkissed#ilikedetectives#eurodynamic#entreri#cyberpunkedd#thelvadams#boozerman#vindicia#yocalio#miyku#games#video games#gaming#i know the hair flutters weird because of mixing this with photomode and the cam injector but i love her expressions like this#and this is the only way#plus i love the softness of the snow and this outfit#the colors popping out so well hnnng
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Instinct
Male! Dragon! OC x AFAB!gn!reader
Feat: Yandere OC Silas
Cw: possessive behavior, yandere character, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, animalistic behavior, biting, claiming bite.
NSFW
Thank you @devotion-disorder for this lovely art piece I'm so glad I commissioned you!!
You smell good.
So good.
Your Skin;
So Soft to the touch,
smooth and unblemished,
just begging for a mate to pin you down and sink his fangs into. Your mere presence was tempting.
Silas knew full well that as the months got warmer and the snow melted, more primal desires started to call to him. An animalistic need that demanded satisfaction. However, a Duke dub Cedric from a neighboring kingdom invited him to a ball and offered he could not refuse even if he wanted to. The Duke was kind enough to Grant him a plus-one, and now, standing before you in an outfit that the maids and tailor specifically prepared for you, how the woven silk fabric hugged every part of your body, oh, how he wishes he could forget that stupid party and rip your outfit in two and ravish you right here in this carriage.
His hungry eyes did not go unnoticed by you. Even now, as elegant and princely as he looked, Silas looked like a caged, starving animal. His eyes were only on you the entire night, even as other more elegant women wine and flaunted their bodies to get his attention, only to clutch their pearls in frustration when the prince only had eyes for you.
Silently stalking behind you like your shadow glaring down upon you like a premium steak on his plate ready to devour you.
But Silas held back his urges for the sake of his reputation, as all Noble eyes were on him. He stopped following you around like a lost puppy and began mingling with Sir Cedric. Talks of trade business gossip from other kingdoms were a much-needed but small distraction from the burning in his core, but now and then, he would sneak a little glances at you. His pupils waning into slits as he watched the other attendants stare at you with the same hungry eyes he had been.
Veins rush with adrenaline when one of the Nobles who had been eyeing you gets the courage to approach you.
The conversation becomes background noise as he tries to concentrate on what that man is saying to you, glaring daggers at the noble, making you smile and chuckle. The dragon in him hissed and snarled, becoming more and more restless. To it, you are an unclaimed potential mate being pursued by a rival.
Silas feels his claws threatening to rip out of his gloves. He clutches his fist with images of the noble's blood painting the walls of the ballroom, Imagining the taste of his flesh on his tongue. He quickly storms out as the Duke is still talking to him.
You look over to see Silas approaching the both of you.
Eyes burning with fury, be prepared yourself for a gruesome site only for it to never come.
" Excuse me, gentlemen, my apologies for interrupting your conversation, but I believe I asked this lovely person to dance with me."
Silas said politely, eyes still burned with a jealous rage that you were all too familiar with. A small, gentle smile on his face, Which only made him more unsettling. And his hand ever so gently stroking your hip, has he pulled you closer to him.
The man, a kind soul, really, took the hint. If he were to stay within your presence any longer than he'd had, this Prince would make him disappear.
"Ah, Sorry, Your Highness, I hadn't realized they were taken already."
Yes, taken… They are mine
A shiver goes down your spine when your eyes meet his, giving off a slight draconic glow of violet piercing into your very soul.
As you danced with him, his hold around you was tight, and his touch was borderline sensual as he caressed your parts in ways along with notice. You flushed, knowing that you couldn't do anything while Silas was feeling your body in public. Even as you try to look away, he moves his head to keep your eyes on him.
"Don't look away from me." He whispered a husky, demanding tone, his thumb gently pressing against your bottom lip as he forced your head back to him. His thumbs wipes across your bottom lip. His fang sinks into his, Imagining the taste of your lips upon his
"Eyes on me, dear."
With the last of his self-control, he lasted from the dance the carriage ride home, letting out a low-throated purr, seeing your small body sat pretty in his lap, his large veiny hand underneath your clothes grasping at your bare thigh. He stayed eerily quiet even as you tried to talk to him. He'd only give one-word answers or hums, his mind thinking of only one thing. His gaze focused on your unblemished neck, shoulders, and collarbone. You feel his hand squeeze your plush thigh, fingers dipping dangerously close to your core. Silas's breath tickles your neck, gently pressing kisses up until he nibbles on your ear. Finally, he whispers.
" As soon as we get out of this carriage, you are coming into my bed tonight. Do you understand?" He smiles as he sees you nod obediently.
When the carriage finally does stop as at his Castle, he immediately has you in his arms, carrying you like a bride, to his chambers, throwing you onto his large bed, going back to the door to lock it.
When you sit up, you see him breathing heavily, his face flushed red, looking back at you with that familiar, hungry look. Silas slowly begins to peel off his clothing one by one as he makes his way closer to the bed to you.
"Do you know what you do to me?" A growl rips from his throat, now half naked, his fingers playing with his belt.
" all night, as I suffer, you sit pretty looking up at others with those big doe eyes.
He creeps closer, hands pressing against the mattress as he leans into your face.
" walking around and then gorgeous outfit men drooling over you like panting dogs. Unaware of who has already claimed you.
He caresses your cheek before his hand slides down, grabbing the collar of your outfit. Pulling you downward, your forehead rested against his.
"Strip."
Claws dug into the fabric. If this weren't off in five seconds, it would be torn off your body.
He watched you slowly shimming out of your outfit. With each delicious amount of skin exposed, he touched and caressed.
Your thighs, your hips, your stomach, your chest. The Prince couldn't keep his hands off you. He could barely hold back when he pressed you into the mattress, a hand secured firmly around your throat.
Fingers trail down your stomach, slipping beneath your undergarments. Thick fingers press. Play with your core. Pressing gently at your tight entrance, fondling your walls, listening to the sweet sounds of your insides as he stirs them. He releases your neck, caressing your cheek as he leans down to taste your lips. His breath shakes as he goes down for another. His tongue is sliding into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling you deeper. He presses his entire naked body against you. You could feel how hard he was straining his pants.
"I want you."
His voice shakes in desperation
"I want to be the only man you look at.
"I want to claim you as mine, to make it so everyone knows who you belong to."
His hand slips to his belt, undoing it, while remaining eye contact.
" I need to be inside you,"
He keeps looking at your core, licking his lips.
" But first, it has been a while since I've tasted you. Let me make you feel good."
Grabbing your ass, he lifts your lower half with ease. He lets out a feral growl as he goes down onto your core, eating you like a starved beast. His eager tongue tastes all of you because he puts his whole mouth on your little body. Lewd noises of his lips slurping your wetness fill the room, which only turns him on more, his feral growls turning into whimpering moans, grinding his hips against nothing in particular. You clenched the bed sheets, wailing and trembling, your body trying its best to squirm away from the intense pleasure only for him to hold you tighter.
You were not getting away from him.
Silas needed to make you cum to taste your essence on his tongue. He needed to feel that satisfaction of knowing that no other man could make you feel the way he feels.
His eyes rolled back when your hand tangled in his hair, pulling on his long jet locks as you braced yourself for your own orgasm. He holds his mouth in place, drinking every last drop of you. Finally, finishing his meal, he drops you like a rag doll, wiping his mouth with his hand before licking his fingers. He was no longer a man at that point, with only one thing on his mind: he flips you over, a firm hand on the back of your neck, pressing you down. He slipped his cock out of his pants, his big hand manhandling your ass open. Your entrance is wet enough with the saliva, cum, and juices, even with his vast draconic cock. He forced himself inside with one motion, mounting you like an animal. You felt his breath already against your ear as he put his hand around your throat. His pace was rough and relentless, grinding his hips with each thrust, trying to drill as deep as he could.
"Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! All mine!"
He repeats like a mantra. You can feel the tip of his dick pressing against the sweet spot inside you, making you clench around his thick rigid shaft feeling every monstrous and inhuman ridge on his dragon cock. His cock felt hot, threatening to burn you out from the inside. You cum again on his cock. Silas is lost and in pleasure, mercilessly fucking you through your orgasm. He removes his hand from your throat, snaking it till around your mouth, muffling your sweet screams when you feel his teeth sink into your neck, his sharp, beastly fangs piercing, breaking your skin as the taste of your blood feels his mouth; he explodes inside you, his whole body is shaking the sheer pleasure making tears well up in his eyes. His hips still as he grinds every last drop deep inside you, claiming you for himself, claiming you in the most primal way any man can. You go limp into his arms, and he catches you, supporting your entire body in his arms. Silas, in a daze licking the new wound on the back of your neck, gently suckling the red liquid from the new mark; his cock throbbed deep inside you, still hard, and his body still felt hot.
"I need more."
#smut#yandere men#yandere oc#Ro.ocs#oc: silas#yandere male#yandere oc x reader#dragon prince#male yandere#tw blood#tw yandere
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NSFW Gojo Week (3)
Ao3 • Discord 18+ • Social Media • Series Masterlists
Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader
Satoru has always had a fantasy about fucking you in his office in nothing but a barely there lingerie set. Today, you make his dreams come true.
cw: established relationship, lingerie, body worship, semi-public sex, oral sex, face-fucking, getting walked in on
an: it's my birthday y'all 🥳
words: 2.1k
Masterlist • Day 2 • Day 4
Walking down the halls of Jujutsu Tech, your white heels click against the hardwood floor. You texted your husband this morning to see if he had time to get lunch with you later today, telling him there were some things you wanted to discuss and that you would meet him in his office before heading out.
Satoru has always had this fantasy, of you coming to see him at work with nothing but a little, silk lingerie set, letting him fuck you until you’re both sore in his office.
Today, you decided to be a nice, loving, and gracious wife because when you were shopping in Tokyo the other day, you saw a gorgeous silky, soft, snow-white lingerie set on a mannequin in the window of a lingerie store, and you just knew Satoru would love it.
Despite the price you bought two sets, knowing how your husband is. Wild, brazen, and unabashed when you wear something new for him, especially when it’s a surprise. The first one would be torn off, the barely there fabric ripped into scraps and discarded on the floor. The second might make it through the night when you inevitably wear it for him again.
You knock on his office door before opening it and peeking in, Hey, I’m here.”
He looks up from his desk, and to your surprise, he actually appears to be working on something. Knowing him, he probably got up to something with the students earlier in the day and heard an earful from Principal Yaga.
Satoru smiles when he sees you before quirking an eyebrow at your attire, “A little warm for a trench coat, don’t you think?”
Of course, you didn’t want to walk through the halls of the school almost completely naked, so before you left the penthouse you threw on the longest coat you could find in an effort to cover yourself until you were in the safety of his office. When you’re finished with your little surprise, he can just bring you back home in a heartbeat.
“I was cold, plus we won’t be out long anyway.”
He nods slowly with furrowed brows before shaking his head slightly, “Alright. Let me finish what I’m doing and then we can head out.”
You watch quietly as Satoru turns his attention to the cabinets behind his desk to file a few of his reports away, grabbing another folder and turning back around.
“So what were you wanting to disc-”
Satoru stares at you with wide eyes, mouth agape as the papers from the folder he just grabbed fall to the floor, “holy shit…”
When Satoru turned around, you removed the coat and locked his office door. Now you stand in front of him in a white lacy cage bra and thong set with matching stockings held up by garters. He looks you up and down as you slowly make your way toward him, hips swaying with each step.
You’re sure this is the quietest Satoru has ever been in his entire life as you place your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him to the best of your abilities. As you place a few kisses along his jaw and nibble his ear, your heart sinks a little, wondering if you somehow got it wrong, and this isn’t what he envisioned.
“Is this okay? I can change if-”
“No. No, no, no, no,” He says quickly, breathlessly, “This is amazing. You just took me by surprise. I wasn’t expecting… this.” He gestures to your outfit.
Biting your lip, you giggle, “I just got it the other day, but I’ve wanted to show it to you so many times.”
“Jesus… Stand up, I need to just look at you for a minute. Fuck.”
You can sense he’s having a hard time holding back his excitement as you move off his lap. He removes his blindfold before closing the blinds of his office while you make your way to the center of the room.
He licks his lips and snakes his lip between his teeth as he moves slowly around you, taking in the sight of the outfit you’re wearing just for him. He had mentioned a few times that he found strappy lingerie almost intoxicating when you discussed your fantasies, and there was no way you could pass this one up.
As he makes his way around, he gently bites one of his knuckles in anticipation which makes you laugh before he cups your face, giving you several gentle kisses before whispering, “We’re not making it to lunch.”
“It’s crazy how lunch was never on the menu.”
“For you. I plan on eating out,” He grins salaciously making you scrunch your nose and roll your eyes.
“Don’t be gross.” You smack his chest playfully.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I’m just excited…”
You chuckle, rubbing your hand on the front of Satoru’s slacks feeling how already painfully hard he is just by looking at you. He lets out a few soft groans as you push him back to where his chair is, “I can tell.”
Satoru watches as you swiftly unbuckle his belt before cupping your face, giving several deep kisses where your tongues dance together as his slacks fall to the floor, and his briefs will soon follow suit.
He moves his licks and kisses across your jaw, whispering, “You look perfect,” causing your cheeks to flush, and look away from him shyly. He chuckles as you clear your throat, biting your lower lip and pushing him down onto his chair.
“Sit back and relax. This is all about you.”
“And why is this all about me?”
You shrug, “Felt like it. Wanted to show you appreciation for being such an amazing-”
“Hm.” He hums in affirmation as you kiss his lips between words.
“Caring-”
“Mhm.”
“Loving, husband.”
You give him a deep, sensual kiss, tugging on his lower lip as you pull away, and trail several kisses down his neck until you meet the fabric of his uniform. Lowering to your knees, you lift his shirt and tell him to hold it up, he does with a grin.
Satoru shudders in anticipation as you kiss along his abdominal muscles, making your way to the ‘v’ at his hips, giving one side a gentle lick. Moving one hand to his balls, you caress them, eliciting a soft moan from Satoru as he leans his head back in the chair, eyes still intently watching your every move.
On his thigh, you bite down, sucking a small red mark to his surprise, making him gasp. He chuckles quietly, knowing you just did that to him because of all the times he’s done it when he’s teasing you to no end.
He sighs, moving one hand to stroke your hair as you grab the base of his cock and stroke gently before putting the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around.
Normally, you would take some extra time and tease him a little longer, but you’re not really sure how much time you’re realistically going to get here in his office.
“Baby?” Satoru mutters, watching as you hollow your cheeks, flicking your tongue over the tip of his cock before giving a few short, shallow bobs, “Think you can take it all?”
He sounds desperate, voice huskier than usual, almost pleading for you to say yes.
You hum, working slowly to take him deeper into the warmth of your mouth, towards the back of your throat.
He places his hand on the back of your head, guiding you, gently, deeper and deeper until your pretty throat is bulging from taking all of him, and your nose is pressed neatly to his groin.
“Goddamn, you look so good,” he moans, throwing his head back as you pull back and swirl your tongue on the tip again.
You stare up at him through your long lashes, humming against him, sending vibrations along the underside of his cock, feeling it twitch in your mouth as you do so.
“R-Relax your throat, baby, relax your throat,” he says hurriedly, “Wanna f-fuck your face. Just for a second.”
You have just enough time to do so before he pushes your head further onto his cock, bucking his hips into you wildly. You choke and gag with each thrust, every time he forces you to take the length of his cock, but you love it.
He’s close, you can tell, with the way his cock twitches at the back of your throat and the way his thighs are shaking on either side of you. Satoru lets go of the back of your head, with your insistence, allowing you to release his cock with a ‘pop’, working on catching your breath.
His hips seem to have a mind of their own, following you as you sit back, his ass off the seat whimpering at the loss of your warmth.
Slowly, you start to lower yourself on his length again. He sucks in a breath between his teeth just as there’s a knock at his office door, startling you both.
“Shit,” He whispers, helping you move under his desk, hoping whoever it is doesn’t notice your shoes underneath.
He rolls his chair in enough so whoever it is doesn’t catch him with his pants down, literally.
“Yeah?” He says breathlessly, leaning forward slightly as you continue to slowly stroke his cock gently.
“Satoru, where are those reports I asked for?” Yaga opens the door, immediately chastising him. You chuckle quietly under the desk and feel him move his leg, as a way to tell you to quiet down.
“I’m working on them,” He answers taking a deep breath. Just to be a brat, you move deeper between his legs and kiss the sensitive tip of his cock, making it twitch.
As you lick the underside of his cock, he moves a hand under his desk, cupping your face. You know he’s wanting you to stop, but you’re not going to. So you kiss the palm of his hand and go back to licking the tip of his cock gently.
Yaga grunts at Satoru’s answer before pointing out, “There are papers on the floor.”
“And my blinds are closed. I have a headache. I’ll have them finished by the end of the day.”
Yaga is quiet for a moment, but grunts and goes to leave the room.
“Close the door, p-please,” Satoru says in a higher pitch than he likely meant, as you take him to the back of your throat once again.
You can hear Yaga’s footsteps stop and you can imagine he’s scrutinizing Satoru before nodding, stepping out of the room, and closing the door behind him.
“Jesus,” Satoru sighs, leaning back as you swallow around him. His dick twitches in your mouth and you know if you keep this up, he’s not going to last much longer. He’s too worked up about this outfit and having fun in his office.
“That…” He chuckles, running his hand through his hair, “That was not fair.”
He’s watching you with parted lips, running his hand through your hair while lifting his shirt again, so it’s not in the way.
“Baby,” You say with a quiet saccharine voice, “Show me how you like it again.”
His eyes grow wide and bright, quickly digging his hands back into your hair and forcing you down to the hilt as you moan around him.
Satoru’s cock is slick with saliva and you know the sounds you’re making are driving him wild because the grip on your hair has tightened and he’s picked up the pace, moaning alongside you.
Looking up through your lashes, you can see his pink cheeks, parted lips, and so much enjoyment in his eyes as he thrusts his hips up to your mouth.
“I’m close, baby, so c-close,” He mumbles as you hollow your cheeks again and he forces your head down his length, holding you in this position until he releases his warm seed down your throat with a loud groan; white hot ropes spurting out as you swallow, making sure not to waste even a drop.
Once he’s done, and loosens his grip, you lick against him, cleaning him off before standing up. You watch as his chest rises and falls with half-lidded eyes like he just sprinted a very long, very dirty marathon.
“Love that the strongest sorcerer is putty in my hands… well, mouth, really,” You tease, leaning over and giving him a deep kiss where he’s sure to taste himself on your tongue, “See you tonight, babe.”
Your original plan was to have Satoru warp you back home quickly, but with the way he’s not saying anything and still breathing heavily, you’ll let him relax and spend the rest of his day thinking about the events that just took place in his office.
#jjk fanfic#violetsaffronfic#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#gojo x y/n#gojo x reader#satoru gojo x you#nsfwgojoweek2023
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Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold Masterlist
A/N: while not every scene or drabble contains adult content, please note that Starlight as a series is rated Explicit overall
[Link to Masterlist for ALL Fics]
MEET MY MC and OCs
MC Profile: Luca O'Rinn
Luca's Profile on CFWC - MC / OC of the Month December 2023
OC Profile: Viktor Ivanov
FICS AND BONUS SCENES
Snow In Crimson, Starlight In Gold [AO3 Link]: a reimagined look at Immortal Desires (Explicit)
Watercolour: Deleted Scene (from Starlight CH36) Cas is restless, sleepless, and soft in love
Moving Day: (from Starlight CH36) Cas reflects on his identity as a bisexual man, his past, and the people he loves
Hunted: Mini Deleted Scene (from Starlight CH28) Luca and Cas banter (plus two bonus cut mini scenes)
Hair Dye: (from Starlight CH17) The moment Cas realised he was in love with Luca
Dishes: Deleted scene (from Starlight CH39) Luca is happy Gabriel and Cas have reconciled
ASKS, DRABBLES, AND THOUGHTS
Starlight Christmas: Sneak Peek / Drabble
Cas Learns To Dance: Drabble
Swipe Right: Drabble (but cursed)
Chroma: Drabble ft. Venandi OC, Delphine
Group Chat Banter
Bloodbound Banter
Tea Banter
Trio Stuck in Traffic
Gabriel's Heritage HCs
Starlight Trio Voices HCs
Cas Harlow Face Claim
Gabriel Adalhard Face Claim
(Almost) Luca O'Rinn Face Claim
Trio Pet Names
Shared Jewellery Fluff
Holiday Movies Fluff
Random Trio HCs
Trio Favourites
Gabriel Angst
Counterbalance to the Gabriel Angst
Prophecy Foreshadowing
Luca Goes Shopping w HSS Aiden
Trio Sleeping Arrangements
ART
Luca, Gabriel, and Cas by @/nukritus (best present ever ✨)
Halloween Costumes: Cas x Luca by @/mydemonsdrivealimo (commission prize from CFWC's Bisexual Awareness Week Event! 💖)
Movie Night by @/nukritus
Luca O'Rinn: Rebirth by @/lilyoffandoms
Choices Secret Admirer Gift - Luca by @/aallotarenunelma
Luca Picrew by @/stars-are-within-me
Gabriel Picrew by @/stars-are-within-me
Just a real bad doodle lol by me
Flower Crown Gabriel by @/lilyoffandoms
Luca O'Rinn (but I actually tried this time) by me
Luca Moodboard by @/inlocusmads
Starlight Trio Plushies picrew by @/juudaimes-true-form
EDITS
Immortal Desires + Text Posts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
MC Sprite Redesign: Edits of Luca re. how I imagine them looking
Luca ID2 Outfit Edit
With Love From the O'Rinn Family: a Christmas photo series
Starlight Trio Blades Cosplay: Gabriel is excited for BladesCon
Halloween Costume Edit: Luca and Nicole
Crop Top Luca gift from @/cadybear420
OC Sprite Edits: The O'Rinn Family
OC Sprite Edit: Viktor Ivanov
OC Sprite Edit: Morag O'Rinn
Viktor's Band
Adalhard Family Portrait
Crimson Beech Girl's Night: incl. sprite for OC Venandi, Delphine Taylor
Venandi and Clement Coven Elders
Aiden and Luca Go Shopping, Pt1 edit by @/cadybear420
Aiden and Luca Go Shopping, Pt2 edit by @/cadybear420
Aiden and Luca Go Shopping, Pt3 edit by @/cadybear420
Aiden and Luca Go Shopping, Pt4 edit by @/cadybear420
Aiden and Luca - Tattoos Edition! edit by @/cadybear420
Aiden and Luca - The Beach Episode edit by @/cadybear420
#SICSIG#to be updated! i've probably missed things#playchoices fanfic#choices immortal desires#immortal desires#masterlist#luca o'rinn#cas harlow#gabe adalhard#viktor ivanov#morag o'rinn#delphine taylor
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u know my name lol n a jjk male pls,,, my fav thing abt the holidays is when it’s not too cold out (like a good 20-30°f) and ur in the city w the christmas markets at night n the streets are lit up w all of the christmas lights 🤭 it’s so homey n nostalgic + w christmas music playing on the speakers,,, u also know everything abt me but to help a lil for ahem *standard info purposes* i think my main personality traits r empathy, independence, n charisma,,, i like banter n teasing in a relationship + lots of physical touch/quality time,,, n i like feeling secure n spoiled by my man 🫡
i in fact do kno u dovie :o but it would be weird as hell if u didnt send any info lmfaooo. but thank u for participating sissy, for this wintery matchup up, i match you with:
NANAMI KENTO !
i can alr hear u saying he’s boring but! if you just lemme explain!!!!!!!! nanami kento is so so good to you. he lets you have your independence and lets you have your own space while also enjoying the fact that when you do reach out, it’s for him! he’s a bit more sarcastic/dry humor type and ik u like to talk and joke, so i feel like y’all would have such a funny like back and forth w his dry humor n ur humor!!! plus, he was an office worker so yak this man has a 401k! he’s gonna make sure you’re well taken care of and spoil tf outta you cause he loves you. trip to paris? he got u covered. need money for clothes? girl, take his card. he is so so so stingy w himself but ‘cause you’re his, he’ll spoil u so bad. this man would fs take u to the christmas markets as soon as he notices you looking at them in the car going anywhere, and it’s snowing out and the music is so soft and fuzzy and it’s just such a vibe. he buys you hot coco to keep your hands warm but also holds your hand to keep it warm. nanami is just … he’d be so good!!! i feel like he would just be such a good match personality wise for you.
RUNNER UPS:
⠀ෆ geto suguru
⠀ ⠀ ⤿ ok so like idk if he’d be able to spoil u but!
⠀ ⠀ ⠀he’d try his best n it’s the thought that
⠀ ⠀ ⠀counts?
⠀ෆ gojo satoru
⠀ ⠀ ⤿ if u want quippy banter, dis man has u
⠀ ⠀ ⠀covered fs!
“are you warm enough?” he asks, glancing over at you and your cute little outfit that you’d chosen for walking the night market. while very visually appealing, he also knew that it was thin in layers and he was concerned that you’d catch a cold or something. “i can buy you a scarf.”
your laugh is just another sound to mix into the bustle that is the christmas market, but it makes his chest lift as he hears it. he loves your laugh. “i’m alright, kento, thank you. it’s not really that cold out.”
your reddening cheeks and sniffling would say otherwise, but he also knows that if you really truly needed help, you would ask him. he’s content to wind an arm around you to provide an extra bit of warmth and relishes the feeling of you resting your head against him. “if you say so. are you enjoying yourself?”
you nod fervently, pointing to the giant tree in the middle of the little square that’s decorated in big red bows, bright lights and shiny ornaments. “can you take my picture in front of the tree?”
watching you run towards the tree, avoiding people walking by, he pulls out his phone and snaps a few candid photos, wanting to preserve this memory as much as he can. your figure in the camera turns and he smiles at the little pose you make.
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Hello? Oh I hope this letter reaches you well! Though while I’m not the biggest fan of the heat I do enjoy swimming! Swimming makes all the differences because you can run across so many different kinds of marine life! So if I could see some jellyfish that would be amazing!
My favorite color? Oh I’ve never been asked that one before but it would be a blue, the blue that reminds me of the sky after snow falls..or maybe too compare towards the glimmer snow gives off as well what a beautiful sight…
What I plan to wear? Oh I got a pretty new teacup dress! It fits so well but all the props on that goes to Vil! What a good dorm leader I have- a plus one? Oh I have my sweet wolf-dog Mino! Does he count? I’m not sure but he’s so cute I’m sure he won’t cause problems- this is getting long but..I hope too see you soon!
- 𝚂𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚈𝚘𝚔𝚘
https://www.tumblr.com/moonlight-phobia/712980311526522880/awkwardly-steps-back-into-the-scene-ok-lets
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With the sun shining ever so bright and the waves crashing at the shore, Yoko took in the lovely scenery before her. The festivities in the background only added to the the pleasant feeling that washed over her. Trotting after her Mino, her lovely companion, gave a happy yip. The sweet canine was seeming to have just as much fun being able to run along the beach.
Yoko gave a pleasant hum as she strolled to the calmer part of the beach. Fondly kneeding her dress between her fingers. It was a sweet gift hand picked by Vil. Vil was impartial to going to the beach himself, complaining about skin care and uv rays. However, the ever fashionable senior was happy to provide an outfit to make the event more memorable for Yoko.
The breeze was light, but enough to make the soft fabric of her dress flow gracefully. Mino gave another excited yip, circling Yoko for some extra play. It wasn't until closer inspection did she realize Mino had snagged a red flag. Leaning down Yoko took it in her hands before being startled by the sound of kicked up sand.
Behind her, a flock of guests were stampeding towards her. Butting heads, they were all after the flag yelling competive phrases and pleas towards her. Startled, she dropped the flag only for Mino to quickly steal it and begin running off again. Yoko laughed as she jumped out of the way and watched the ruckus continue across the shore. This was without a doubt to be quite the memory!
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Your oc is so cute! ^o^ I love the idea of a teacup sundress to chill out in!!! Tbh i wasnt sure about a teacup dress so i just went with what was common on google. I wanted to include the buppo, but I wasn't sure how to portray him, so he's just included in the short! ^v^
Thank you for joining the event !!!! ^O^ I hope you can enjoy!
#tunasseasidesq#tuna be talkin#moonlight-phobia#event request#twst#twisted wonderland#twst fanevent#twst oc#sorry if this was dry;; im realizing im not great at creating a plot LMAOOOO
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Haruto Mori for
@xhannahsimssx "Love for GG"
General Info:
He/him, straight
Aspiration: Super Parent
Current Career: Engineer (Mechanical Engineering Branch)
Traits: Loner, Good, Adventurous (along with some earned gameplay traits like chopstick savvy and good manners).
Likes: navy blue, mountain climbing/snow boarding/most extreme sport activities, robotics, photography, wellness, most genres of music (alternative, or anything with a good beat), tattoo shops, spicy food, Boba tea.
Dislikes: playing piano (he took lessons as a kid and hated it), most "old people" activities like knitting/cross stitch/fishing/gardening, suburban houses, grocery stores, little dogs, holiday music, and anything with "blue cheese" on it.
Some fun facts & a full body picture under the cut! ↓
Fun Facts:
Haruto currently lives in San Myshuno (in the Spice District) but was born and raised in Mt. Komorebi. I personally like to imagine that he grew up in the Kiyomatsu area because his parents owned and operated a small ski lodge full time.
He's an only child.
He hates rich people and tech bros (he has to deal with them too often for his liking due to his career).
He has a degree from Foxbury Institute in engineering, but it did take him a bit longer to graduate because he's not a great "traditional" student.
He was born with moderately severe deafness and personally chooses to wear hearing aids. He is also fluent in ASL.
Despite being a loner, Haruto is actually quite personable and charming when he warms up to you. He's not super talkative, but he's a fantastic listener (and a fun karaoke or dance partner) once he loosens up lol.
He'd also never admit this but he kind of loves gossip, he will listen to his partner spill the tea no problem. 😂 And your rivals will become his rivals without question haha.
He prefers riding a sport bike/sport motorcycle over driving any day!
May be a bit standoffish, but he's got a real soft spot for kids! He wants a family of his own some day, and he loves volunteering to work with kids whenever he can. (Plus he loves showing off all his cool tech inventions to kids, they're a fun audience). He'll be a really fun, protective dad one day!
I made him maxis match match as opposed to cc free, but feel free to make tweaks if you choose him!
I also didn't know if you wanted some examples of other outfits outside of his every day (how I would dress him), so I took a picture of what I imagine his "formal" style would be, along with his loungewear and undies to show off his tattoos! ❤️
Private DL if chosen
#I want the record to show that this was me cutting back on my typical backstory rambling lmao I'm so sorry if it is still way too long!!#but I hope you like him <3#xhannahsimssx#GinasBC#ts4 bachelorette challenge#bachelorette challenge#ts4#simblr#the sims 4
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OOHHHH GUMJESTER!!!!!!!! 🎶🎶🎶
IT'S ME OKLO, BACK AGAIN TO TALK ABOUT THE NEWEST CHAPTER OF EAH;RIR!!!!!!!!!!!
FUCKKK THIS CHAPTER MAKES ME SICK IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE
I read it with my sister out loud and she keeps on reminding herself about how raven is gonna give everyone the choice to rebel and how soon this will all be a bad dream for Ashlynn that'll end but I told her to FORGET THAT FOR NOW AND JUST INDULGE IN THE ANGGGGGSTTTTTT❗❗❗❗
WEAKLING❗❗❗❗ (don't worry sis I'm joking I'm also really fucking afraid)
Actually, I reread the entirety of the fic so far out loud to my sister and I've made sure she's just as invested as I am!!!! We're having so much fun!!!!!!!! AND YOUR WRITING IS SOOO GOOOD
BUT ANYWAY, back to the chapter at hand.
I didn't expect Ashlynn to be the pov character this chapter but WOWWW IT WAS A PLEASANT SURPRISE.
The character you established with her is WAY MORE MEMORABLE THAN WHAT THEY DID WITH HER IN THE SHOW. SHE WAS AROUND IN THE FIRST AND SECOND SEASONS BUT EVENTUALLY, SHE STOPPED TRULY DEVELOPING AFTER TRUE HEARTS DAY. WHICH UPSETS ME.
YOU.... MADE HER SO MUCH MORE ENGAGING. With her TRYING SO HARD to rationalize this destiny shit, like, not wanting for her mom to go away, and not wanting to break away from hunter, but still feeling obliged to fulfill her destiny because of tradition, and being so confused, and scared, and conflicted with what she wants. I feel horrible for her.
But on another note, I love how much more present her magic touch of being able to speak to animals was!!! I have a feeling understanding animals had made her into a very kind, soft, and caring person. (Which I love her for) EAH has a problem with not utilizing their characters talents completely and just, having a graveyard of characters with so much wasted potential, so I LOVE the attention to detail in your fic so far!!!!!!!
Ashlynn and her mom make me so sad lol like,,, WOW CINDER REALLY WAS THE ONLY MOM WHO CARED ENOUGH ABOUT HER DAUGHTER TO DROP HER OFF AT SCHOOL WITH A GOOD WORD. LIKE "I LOVE YOU" (STARES DAGGERS AND SNOW WHITE AND EVIL QUEEN)
AND SHE'S THE ONE WHO'S DESTINED TO DIE EARLY?!?!?? Life's unfair man.
And her words make it sounds like she's definitely had a lot of time to make sense of the entire Cinderella destiny, just to soften the blow of fulfilling such a heavy destiny. Convincing herself it's for the greater good, and sacrificing personal comfort for the good of the system.
This is gonna be a recurring theme isn't it?
But anyway, new character drop!!
HUNTER HUNTER HUNTER!!!!! MY BOY!!!!!!
I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE ASHLYNN AND HUNTER SO FAR. IT ALSO HURTS ME A LOT. WHICH JUST PROVES MY POINT OF YOU WRITING THEM WELL.
You can tell just how much they care about each other, and hunter specifically being more worried about Ashlynn cause he understands how big her destiny is. And of the anxiety it must cause Ashlynn.
I really hope only for the best for them in the future. Their so sweet and they love each other so much, they deserve only good things.
I hope we get to see more of Hunter somehow!!! I hope you have something planned for him, even if just a little bit. What family issues does HE HAVE. We know he does from the books!!!
Briar and Apple appeared near the end!!! Briar makes me sad after 30 seconds. But she's so so cool. I LOVE HER DYNAMIC WITH ASHLYNN.
AND ACTUALLY. I'M JUST GLAD THE ICONIC TRIO ARE TOGETHER!!!!!! They were always so funny together, and I'm glad we're seeing more of their dynamic here!!!
“ Grimm , I am so glad you’re here,” she gasped, squeezing Ashlynn into a hug. “I need help deciding on my outfit for the Book-to-School party. I showed Apple what I have but she keeps saying it’s ‘a little too much’.”
“So, she hates it,” Ashlynn translated.
“She hates it,” Briar confirmed, pulling her along. “But I swear, the whole thing is fine, she’s just being uptight because it’s Legacy Year. I need an actual second opinion, plus you can pick out my shoes!”
THEY ARE SO FUNNY PLEASEEE
BUT I'M ALSO SCARED ABOUT THEIR FRIENDSHIP.
Apple already seems to be acting really weird with them cause it's legacy year.
The three of them clearly have different priorities this legacy year.
Ashlynn wants to somehow fulfill her destiny without the pain of losing two important people from her life.
Apple wants to fulfill her destiny in the most perfect way possible cause she's made to believe that's all she needs to prove her worth to everyone and her mother. And then she'll finally achieve peace. (Even though we all know she's playing a game she'll never win)
And Briar is desperately trying to distract herself from her impending doom. My poor girl. She's probably a bigger mess than most people would expect!
At the end of the chapter, we finally get a small piece of proof that signing your destiny could ever POSSIBLY BE GOOD. IN ANY WAY. wow. So these small things are the reason royals stay royals huh? That and the life-long suffocating pressure from everyone around them to conform and do as what's expected of them.
Heeeheee just girly things
What is wrong with ever after. IT'S AN ACTUAL DYSTOPIA......
GHEHEHEJEJJ AND THAT'S ALL MY THOUGHTS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!!!!
I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH AND I WISH FRIDAY WOULD COME SOONER EACH WEEK.
(sorry for being such a messy rambler I wish I could get my points across in a more professional manner but- but- idk!!! This is a Tumblr ask wtf am I saying)
Hey hey heyyy gumjester can you give us a random teaser for the next chapter. It can be anything! A random dialog, a picture, a gif that encapsulates the vibe of the next chapter. Anything!!!!
Really excited to see the story open up, good luck on the next chapters!!!!! Your doing amazing so far!! :DD <33
WAVESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII OKLOOOOOOO
first of all, COMPLETELY insane to me that you are reading my silly little fic out loud ???? to your family????? your own flesh and blood???? every day you layer new honours upon me i feel like im getting an audiobook made. how lovely that youre both enjoying the questionable things i am putting these characters through!!!!! shoutout to oklos sister, im so pleased to have you along for the ride <3 and hold onto your hat, ashlynn WILL be alright eventually but 😐 ... it is gonna take a while
second, YOU ALWAYS KNOW JUST WHAT TO SAYYYYY WIPES TEAR. i really wanted to make ashlynn engaging and fun to read in this seeing as shes really quite flat in the show for such a theoretically important character???? it's been fun expanding on neglected aspects like her communication with animals and her relationship with her mother.
hunter too is just very therapeutic to write lol... just a big chill guy... i do love hunter and am trying to make room for his pov. hopefully i can balance him in 😵💫 SOOOOOO many characters 2 keep track of... im still having my issues with them but this is encouraging feedback!! love ya <3
and YES the royal bestie trio is HERE BABY and they have PROBLEMSSSSSSSSSS IT'LL BE FUN I PROMISE. EVERY ONE OF THOSE GIRLS IS RIDICULOUSLY STRESSED AND NONE OF THEM CAN LET THE OTHERS KNOW LOL
youre spot on about royals clinging to the little things to rationalise destiny btw. and the way cinder thinks about destiny. and about the dystopia. LOLLLLLL THIS WORLD IS HELL
I LOOOOOOOOOVVEEEE HEARING UR THOUGHTS THANK YOU BAE
in regard to the next chapter, it won't be a new pov, but you do get a couple more character intros. as for a teaser:
“Come in, Ms White,” he called from inside.
Apple turned the freezing doorknob - it was made of steel, shaped into the oval symbol of an eye - and opened the door.
see you next friday <3
#ask#gum rewrite#BLOWS KISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS TYTYTYTYTY FOR THE ASK#long post#hehe#eah#ever after high
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I started rewatching OUAT. Apparently my brain decided it was just time. I considered doing a full liveblog with silly gifs, but that would be a lot more effort than I want to put into it.
1. I know I still have one follower from my OUAT days, but am not sure about anybody else. So to recap: I loved OUAT to pieces and probably put more thought into things like the timeline and side characters than the writers did. And I loved OUAT in Wonderland EVEN MORE and still think they did a better job on that tightly plotted story than meandering on OUAT. I stopped watching mid-season 4, after they did and didn’t do several things to my favorite characters that broke my faith in the quality, but I did keep watching and mostly enjoying through the Frozen arc and the main reason I didn’t continue was just… I never got the urge to watch a new episode again. And then I was glad I stopped when I did, because what little I heard about it sounded increasingly dumb, bonkers, and, in the case of that soft reboot or whatever that was, insulting. I’m only planning to rewatch the first two seasons plus Wonderland, but if I’m enjoying myself I will probably keep going until I am not. Probably making more fun of it than before.
2. My favorites, in rough order of when I glimpse into them, are Graham, Dr. Whale, Neal, and Will. Anyone familiar with the show will probably understand exactly how the show broke my heart. I also love Rumple and Regina, and find the rest of the main cast pretty great, but there is a difference between loving a character and A Favorite.
3. I watched through the first five episodes, and was pleased to find I still liked it, and not only that, I still felt it was pretty good overall. The cheesiest parts so far are the fairy outfits, the CG, the Cinderella parts of the Cinderella episode, and some awkward dialogue when a writer didn’t know how to write old fashioned well. It shines in its characters, and the development of Regina and Rumple has so far been the absolute highlight. Emma has never been particularly high on my list of beloved characters, but she delivers fantastic feelings throughout. I know logically that way too much focus will be given to them down the road, but Snow and Charming are so damn charming and cute. The parallels between the flashbacks and the present day are also really well done, using them for character development. That’s something I think the show fumbled a little with after season 1, and got worse and worse about over time, and I also think it’s something OUATW did EXTREMELY well. But I’ll see how it looks as I watch it.
4. I do wish the show had been a little bit more clear about the town being basically in a time loop, because man what a fucked up place to raise a child. I guess they wanted to pretend it could just be Henry’s imagination for a while there to hedge their bets, but why not have Henry say “I was in the same class as that kid last year and now he’s still 9 and in third grade and I’m 10 now, what more proof do you need??” (And then Regina starts insisting he skipped a grade or something). I’m not anti-Regina at all, but lady you cannot raise a child and have him be the only person that ages and expect him to grow up normal.
5. I was on Regina’s side re Emma not being allowed to come into Henry’s life up until Regina started doing illegal shady shit to try to force Emma to leave. That’s obviously the point, but she really shot herself in the foot.
6. …I feel so bad for Graham. Poor guy. He’s the one sticking point that I wish Regina had ever made up for or felt bad about. She’s super sympathetic until you remember she literally had a sex slave who she then murdered. I mean, she’s the evil Queen, I did not expect her to behave otherwise. They just really wanted to quietly forget about it when they wanted to redeem her. Also, was Graham’s wolf dragged along to the curse—was the wolf cursed, too? Or did the wolf spend 28 years running around the woods, trying to figure out what happened to Graham and why his brother didn’t come to the woods with him anymore? The wolf also made Emma stay in town the first night, so my gut says “the wolf knew what was up”. Ugh, if I was writing the show I would have made Graham’s spirit survive death by going into his wolf and then bring him back later, like a certain wolf-bonded man from another fandom I love, but ugh it’s fine. I feel bad for him, but the character was clearly designed to flirt with Emma and then die.
7. I also think it’s fucking wild that, while cursed, Rumple somehow managed to procure for Regina a child that was both the son of the breaker of the curse and his grandson. I expect it’s a function of the breakability of the curse that Emma’s son was brought in—that perhaps Rumple was aware of that when he was going to lengthy measures to set up a trigger for his memories and everything else. I guess, within what I remember of the show thus far, Henry being his grandson and thus his downfall is the price he’s paying for constructing this elaborate curse manipulating generations of people to get his son back? Idk, we’ll see.
8. So like… if most people are cursed in a specific way that denies them what they love most, and some people definitely had details specifically curated by Regina personally, and Regina also had to go out of her way to make sure and curse Jefferson and Whale, because they weren’t in Fairy Tale Land at the time… well, I’m just wondering whether Whale’s cursed womanizer personality is because it’s amusingly apt for Dr. Frankenstein, or if it’s something Regina designed for him specifically because she saw him as breaking her heart, or something.
9. Not really feeling any ships atm. I never shipped Swan Queen, but periodically a scene between Emma and Regina will make me go “…okay I get it.” In theory I ship Emma/Graham, but mostly I shipped it because I loved him and felt so bad for him. Snow and Charming are precious, but I never found there to be much point in shipping them because they’re so canon, and they’re not the type of couple I find most intriguing. I should note that I was always actively against Emma/Hook, and really Emma/anyone; I wanted her to take more time for herself. I loved Neal, but didn’t particularly care whether he ended up with Emma, and felt that reducing him to a point on a love triangle is what made the writers get rid of him despite there being SO MUCH MORE they could do with him. I used to ship Whale/Ruby, we’ll see how I feel about that this time but I do still believe it was being set up for a while. And I still ship Rumple/Belle and Will/Ana. We’ll get there. I am sort of hoping I will spot new ships to ship as I go along, but perhaps not because I do know how things go for the most part.
And that’s all so far. I really don’t know that anybody will care, but I like giving my little reports if I cannot muster up the wherewithal to actively liveblog.
A few gifs describing Rumple because they amused me:
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Comfort Tag Game!
tagged by @lumiereandcogsworth
comfort movies: hmmm B&B 1991, Tangled, The Nutcracker Prince, The Haunted Mansion... Most of my favs are comfort, honestly. Just depends on the mood. Depends what sort of comfort I need at that time.
comfort food: oh baby uh popcorn fo sho, chocolate, tea (that counts right?), hot chocolate (especially peppermint) and mochas, soft ice cream (vanilla mostly), Peanut Buster Parfaits, what the English call a “Sunday night dinner” which is essentially roast beef, mashed potatoes and (mushy) peas but I also enjoy creamed peas... Love me a good cheese and bacon burger also. McDonald’s Chicken Nuggets are fantastic, love me minced pies, shortbread (whipped shortbread especially)... And Christmas Eve dinner at my grandparents’ which is mostly composed of Polish foods like homemade perogies, salmon and/or fish, cabbage rolls, mushroom sauce... Ok I’m gonna stop coz there are a lot of comfort foods and honestly I’m making myself hungry XD
comfort clothes: starting to really be into my cozy sweaters especially slightly oversized over the last few yrs... and leggings. Or just dressing in my fav outfits that are beautiful (most of which also remind me of characters I love/shows I love)
comfort songs: ooo this is hard. I’ve been thinking to make a playlist for this for years now and never do. Because in the moment that I need comfort it’s hard to remember which song(s) to turn to. The B&B ‘91 soundtrack always gets me a smile and in those moments I usually skip “Gaston” and all the villain associated songs honestly. Love me “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol. Keane and Coldplay are bands to turn to... Love songs except when I am in need of feeling better about being so lonely...
comfort books: Gail Carson Levine’s Ella Enchanted and The Two Princesses of Bamarre are two long time favs that will always be a part of me as well as King of Shadows by Susan Cooper (who I wrote to thanking her for her book’s effect on my life!) Also Inkspell by Cornelia Funke which I read in high school. There aren’t many books from my later reading years (teens, adulthood) that have had such an impact or if they have they don’t readily come to mind as much as the aforementioned titles. Plus some of my other fav books are good favourites but not really of the comforting kind haha
comfort game: oh man this is hard coz usually I don’t really play many games these days. All the electronic games I’ve played a lot of are either out of development (looking at you, Harry Potter Wizards Unite) or I grew out of (Pokemon Go!) or are on systems that I currently don’t own (Goldeneye on N64, Rockband and Kingdom Hearts on PS2...) or I can’t easily plug into (My LotR game, Just Dance and Resident Evil Umbrella Chronicles on Wii)... And as for board games most require more than one person to play so my favs such as Clue, Life, Call of the Spirits and others aren’t ones I can easily just do when wanting to XD haha
tagging: consider yourself tagged by me if you wanna do this!!!
THANK YOU LYDIA FOR THE TAG! COMFORT FOR THE WIN!
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All of them
All of them?😳 Well, here you go! Also, sorry for such late reply🥲
5, 7 & 8 have been answered here!
1. Fave book - Any Harry Potter (I haven’t read 6 & 7 yet, though), Sisters of the Sword by Maya Snow and Zen by Shunmyo Masuno
2. Fave movie - Any Harry Potter, Mulan (Chinese version from 2009, not Disney), any Land Before Time and any Jurassic Park/World
3. Fave show - The Walking Dead
4. Fave song - This one was so difficult😩 But I LOOOVE 醉千年 Zui Qian Nian, 玛尼情歌 Mani Qingge and 爱殇 Aishang
6. Fave trope - Enemies to lovers and Snape lives AU
9. Fave colours - Green💚
10. Fave texture - Anything soft lol
11. Fave food - Probably tortillas or tacos🌮
12. Fave sound - Even though I love music, I also love the sound of silence😅
13. Fave outfit - Comfortable clothes😌
14. Fave drink - Ice tea with peach flavour (I drink it EVERY DAY)
15. Fave hobby - So difficult😩 Either listening to music or writing fanfics
16. Fave day - Saturday🥳
17. Fave holiday - Christmas (it’s the only time of the year where my whole family *might* be together🎄)
18. Fave season - Autumn🍂
19. Fave month - Probably July (because of summer holiday, plus my birthday lol)
20. Fave subject - My favourite subjects in elementary school were German and English (and Danish when it was only about grammar), in high school it was Chinese and English (so basically languages lol)
21. Fave animal - Pandas🐼
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would that i | j. m. kiszka
title | would that i
summary | nobody was surprised when you and josh landed at the same college. and nobody was especially surprised when you two finally got together.
warnings | fluffy shit. kissinnnn. confessions of love. years of pining. minor drug and alcohol use is implied, but not explicit.
word count | 3.1k+
author’s note | i would die for sunshine boy joshua. what a sweet baby. my heart only yearns for him more with this fic. and i think i write so much college au’s because i’m in college myself lmao. enjoy !! via x
❝with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet,
like the ashes of ash, i saw rise in the heat,
settled soft and as pure as snow
i fell in love with the fire long ago❞
It had been almost five years since freshman year when the pair became inseparable. They had almost every class together every single year, besides senior year. Y/N had taken more classes tailored to her future major in English, whereas Josh focused more on Film classes, some of which were offered through the college. “You two didn’t want to separate or anything?”
“No,” Y/N started, “Josh will never be able to properly function without me doing his laundry every weekend.”
“It’s true, I'll simply perish without her.” It was factual. The laundry part more than anything. Josh would do just fine, but who would do his laundry? Certainly not him. He sucked at anything that had to do with household chores. Always has since Y/N has known him. His mother was so shocked when he brought her home and she helped out with dishes after dinner was finished. She made a comment to Josh later, telling him she was always welcome and that they might trade him for her.
Packing for college was stressful for both of them. Mostly Y/N because she was packing for both of them. “You know you could fucking help.”
“I could, but I would get too distracted and end up with almost nothing. Plus, I don’t need a lot. I need like… two outfits and then I’ll be good.”
“Josh,” his eyebrows raised quickly. She quickly quipped, “I am not letting you go to college with two outfits. You need at least 5 of everything so you can cycle through it.”
Packing was less stressful after that. Y/N was surprised when she woke up in Josh’s bed the next day and saw his suitcase already packed, a note left on it. It had said he finished packing after she fell asleep while watching one of the seven 80’s movies they had seen together a million times over. There was also breakfast waiting for her downstairs whenever she was ready. She walked downstairs to see Josh, chef’s apron and all, making blueberry pancakes. “You have awoken.”
“I have, and before noon! And you packed? The world must be turning upside down.” She joked, walking over towards Josh and sitting next to the bowl of pancake batter on the counter. It was a common thing to see in the Kiszka’s kitchen, Josh cooking and Y/N sitting on the counter reading the instructions to him. He mainly had her do that so it seemed like she was contributing even though she wasn’t really doing anything besides sitting there and looking beautiful. Josh would never tell her that though.
He never would admit it to anyone but himself, but he had fallen head over heels for Y/N a long time ago. There was a specific incident where he remembers that that was sort of the “holy fuck I’m in love with you” moment. There was a moment while in sophomore year. She played soccer and always went to practice with Jake. They went to every one of their games, even if that meant traveling at least an hour and a half to see either one of them. Y/N made it to every single one of Jake’s games, as did the Kiszka’s when Y/N had a game.
But there was a specific moment during one of Y/N’s games. She made the last goal of the game, she ran around the field with her teammates before coming up in the stands and hugging Josh and then Jake. Papa Kiszka gave her a congratulatory kiss on the cheek and a big ‘ol squeeze. Every member of the Kiszka family made Y/N feel like one of their own. And the sheer amount of happiness in her face and love in her eyes made Josh fall in love. It was so innocent and sweet. He blushed when she hugged him again and later fell asleep on his shoulder on the way back home from the game.
He wasn’t sure how Y/N had felt, but he knew that until she said something about it, he wouldn’t do anything with his feelings. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship the pair had. They had something that wasn’t worth risking everything for. At least, not at the moment. Especially because college was right around the corner. Y/N would go to a ton of parties and meet new people and surely fall in love with someone there. Josh would just be supporting from the sidelines, trying to learn how he’s gonna cope with seeing her with somebody else.
He had to learn fast. Within the first couple weeks, Y/N had a date. His name was Michael. Josh did not like him one bit. He was too cocky -- too full of himself for Y/N. Every conversation somehow led back to Michael, making everything about him. Y/N didn’t see it though. She never did. She was so blind that it took almost six months for her to realize what a shitty person he really was.
“I didn’t like seeing you with him anyways.” Josh spoke, Y/N’s body laid on his bed, head in his lap as he played with her hair. “He was a dick and nothing but. I fucking hated him, so much. Every time he touched something in my dorm room I wanted to disinfect it right away.”
“I remember that one time you whispered to yourself when he did. I pretended not to hear it, but I did.” She looked up at him before looking back at a poster on the wall.
“What did I say?” He asked, pausing playing with her hair before returning to it when she began to speak again.
“You said ‘The stapler’s been compromised’. I swear to God I thought about it later and almost died of fucking laughter. I’m so shocked I didn’t laugh right then and there.” He could listen to her laugh forever. It was a heavenly sound.
“You should have, it was hilarious. I’m funny.” Their friendship regained normality after Michael was gone. They went out for coffee every Tuesday, Josh sat through Y/N’s piano practices. It all became so normal - so mundane, so them. Y/N and Josh had become Y/N and Josh again.
During piano practice though, Y/N would teach Josh bits and pieces of whatever she was studying at the moment. However, at the same time, Y/N fucked around at piano practice so much when Josh was around. While they were there at eight o'clock at night, Y/N started playing “Bella’s Lullaby” from the Twilight movies just to piss Josh off. “Oh fuck off, Birdie.”
Birdie was a nickname Josh had given to her after he had met her grandmother. Her nickname was also Birdie. He swore they were basically the same person in two bodies. She had such an old soul, it was one of the infinite things he loved about her. “Haven’t you heard this shit enough?”
“No. And it’s actually a good song, if you even cared to listen to it.”
“I have! 17 times in the past two fucking weeks, Birdie. I’m Twilight-ed out.” She chuckled at him before being serious, actually practicing. She was nervous for the orchestra performance she was in for college. It was a heavy weight to bear, being their sole piano player. “We should head back,” he spoke, the clocking presenting that it was almost eleven o’clock already.
“You need to get some sleep. You’ve got to practice more and I have a test before lunch.”
“Yeah you’re right.” They left together. Normally, Josh would walk her back to her dorm but she was almost falling asleep while walking. “You don’t mind me sleeping at yours?”
“We’ve shared a bed for four years now, you think I’m gonna have a problem with it now?” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She grabbed his hand, as she always did and left it at that. He had given her one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers to wear to bed. He turned around while she changed, letting her climb into bed first. His classes were earlier than hers were. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he always did.
In the morning, there was another note with a muffin next to it. Josh had said he was going off to class and wouldn’t be back until he was done with lunch. He’d text her before he would end up back at his dorm room. She had memorized where everything was in his room, finding everything that she needed. She found one of Josh’s journals, he was known to write down some good movie ideas in them. She cleaned up his room, putting his journals at the front of his bookshelf.
After cleaning, she made herself comfortable in Josh’s bed, taking a nap so she was awake by the time he came home from class. Josh, though, had come back earlier than expected. He walked in to see Y/N sleeping on his bed, mouth slightly open, the covers only around her waist as her arms were above her head. He chuckled before covering her back up, blanket just under her armpits. He used the time while she was napping to study some more for one of his Film and Literature classes. But when she woke up, she scurried off to class, texting Josh about a party she wanted him to attend with her. Josh had never really done parties. He had always been the type to get alcohol and drink it by himself or with Jake, Sam and Danny.
He was nervous, to say the least. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to wear. Or if he was supposed to bring his own alcohol or if it would be provided. Nonetheless, he went. For Y/N. He wanted to show her that he was cool and didn’t always need to party with his brothers to have a good time.
A second into the house and he was already ready to go. Josh was very much so a people person, do not get that twisted. Josh just didn’t usually like partying because the music they played wasn’t what he wanted to hear when he was drinking. He wanted to be able to listen to the music he did growing up, not what was necessarily popular on the radio. It wasn’t his scene or his style. But he put up with it for Y/N.
Drinks were consumed, weed was smoked, party games were played. Everyone had found out about Josh and Y/N’s long friendship, asking if things ever progressed from there, to which both of them answered “no”. Not that Josh would have minded if anything did. He stayed as long as she did at the party, trailing behind her. They were both crossed out of their minds. “You can stay at mine this time because my roommate went home for break.”
“You want me to sleep over?” He asked, a smile never leaving his face.
“I would love for you to sleep over, Joshua Kiszka.” She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug.
“I would love to sleep over, Y/N Y/L/N.” And so he did. He giggled walking up the stairs to her dorm room, accidentally banging into the corner of the wall before making it to her room. They both laughed, but were soon quieted by the fact that they couldn’t get caught. Her room was a bit messy, mostly from studying for finals. She hadn’t had time to clean it before the party. She also didn’t anticipate staying with Josh, but she always loved his company.
She changed in front of him, taking off her shirt as best as she could in her state. She ended up needing Josh’s help, giggles filling the room. She puts her sleeping shirt on all by herself, which just so happened to be the one Josh let her borrow that morning. “I wish all of my shirts smelled like you, Josh. You smell so good.”
“Thank you,” he laughed a little harder than he probably should have, but he was so fucking high out of his mind, he didn’t care. “You look good in my shirts.”
“You think I look pretty like this?” She asked, shoving the hem of his shirt towards him, making the absolute dumbest face Josh had ever seen her do. The pair laughed, Josh sitting on the edge of her bed and her sitting next to him.
“You always look pretty.” There weren’t even enough adjectives to begin to describe the true weight of how beautiful she was to Josh. Time had slowed everything down even more than the drugs did. It felt like they were staring at each other’s lips for hours, but it was mere seconds. Josh cleared his throat, “We should probably go to bed.”
“Um, yeah. That’s a good idea.”Neither of them talked about what happened that night. Partially because some bits of the night had holes in it, and the other half because they didn’t know what the other thought about the situation. Things carried on as normal and the first year of college was completed without any other issues or hiccups.
The second year was a bit more fun for the two. They had gotten an apartment together off campus, a two bedroom and one bath. It was so easy, seamless, moving in. There were no problems, it seemed as if the pair had always lived together. The tv in the living room was logged onto all of Y/N’s streaming service apps, plants had been homed everywhere possible. They had even agreed to get a pet to keep it cozy - more like home. A hamster had been shared between the two. It was named Stuart Little, even though Y/N protested that it didn’t make sense. “Stuart Little is a fucking rat, Joshua, not a fucking hamster.”
“They’re both fuzzy little creatures.”
“Fine,” she threw her hands up and walked out of Josh’s room. “I don’t care what you name it. It’s fully yours. I’ll get my own and name it something normal!”
“Birdie, Hamlet is a fucking ridiculous name for a hamster too!” He shouted through the apartment. It elicited a laugh from Y/N, but she wouldn’t allow him to hear her. She stifled it with her sleeve and began cleaning up the apartment a bit. He called out from his room, “What do you want for dinner?”
“I’m tired of takeout. Can we make something?” She asked, sitting on the counter, legs crossed.
“By we do you mean me?” He asked, coming out of his room and into the kitchen. He checked in the fridge to see what they had. It was next to nothing. “Well, whatever you wanna have we need to get stuff from the grocery store.”
A safe food: mac n cheese. But not your regular Kraft mac n cheese, no. That would be too simple, and still somehow Y/N would manage to burn it. Josh insisted they make it from scratch, using multiple kinds of cheeses in there as well. “You want mac n cheese? You’re getting the good shit, not fucking boxed mac n cheese. What’re you a fucking mongrel?”
“No, Josh, I’m lazy.” She stole some of his freshly shredded cheese, hopping off the counter and going into the fridge. “We’ve got some leftover wine from your parents. Want me to pour us a few glasses?”
“Yes please.” He spoke, busy with the cheeses. Y/N had poured two glasses, giving Josh his with his free hand. “Thank you.”
Dinner was consumed, almost an entire bottle of wine was drunk. Laughter erupted from the living room, Y/N’s legs over Josh’s lap, head on his shoulder when she wasn’t laughing. It all came to a halt - a relaxation, stillness. It was comfortable. “You know, I think that was the best mac n cheese I’ve had.”
“Rocked your world, didn’t it?” She rolled her eyes, pushing his face so he wasn’t looking at her.
“That was gross, don’t ever say that again.” She got up from the couch, grabbing his glass of wine and taking it into the kitchen. She washed the glasses before putting them back where they belonged. Thunder started and rain began to pour from the sky. “Mmm,” she hummed, the smell of rain beginning to fill her nostrils.
“I didn’t know it was supposed to rain today,” he said, coming up to stand next to her in the kitchen.
“Me either. I’m not complaining though.”
“You never complain when it rains. I like to think you were born during a thunderstorm.” She chuckled, bringing her arms to her chest.
“Here,” he said, removing his sweatshirt from his body. “If you’re cold.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was soft, just above a whisper, muted by the sound of the thunder crack. She could listen to the rain forever, on an endless loop. Just as Josh could stand next to her forever, watching it with her. “Can I say something?”
The air felt heavy, but not in an uncomfortable way. She turned around, her ass against the counter, facing Josh. He nodded in response to her question, coming in front of her. She could tell him anything. In every lifetime, she was sure she was always going to be able to tell him anything.
“I… I don’t think I want to be friends anymore.” Her head hung low, scared to look into his eyes. Scared of what it might do.
“What do you mean by that?” He asked, confused.
“I think you know…” Her voice was so low, it went almost unheard. She picked at the skin of her fingers before looking back up at Josh. Her eyes flicked to his lips. He caught on surprisingly quickly. His hands cupped her face and brought her closer to him. He kissed her like his life depended on it. Her lips were like water and he had not drunk in a thousand days. Her hands found their way into his hair, like they had been a thousand times in an entirely different setting.
The world spun, time stopped - all the other cliche things imaginable. It felt like a fucking fairytale. The happy ending. The underdog wins the girl.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since sophomore year.” Josh spoke, slightly out of breath.
“You have? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“And risk losing you? You are my best friend, my greatest treasure. I couldn’t imagine being without you. I would’ve rather suffered than be without you. Knowing you, being with you, in any capacity is like heaven itself. I never want to be without you.” Her heart swelled.
“You never will.”
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He often found you in odd places, perches, you'd called them. Especially if you had a book. So it was no surprise to the hot headed blonde that you were not found in your bed at the midnight hour.
You were a loathsome and odd assignment, bound to this townhouse as a form of punishment and Bakugou was given the burden of "baby sitting" a 26 year old woman. Making sure you had groceries or you were fed, in between his hero shifts as the two of you became an odd pair of roommates.
The brass doorknob groans from the weight of his grasp, pleading to be let go before it shatters in his too hot palm. Caramel fills the hall as he searches the townhouse for one of your odd "perches". He had brought you a book that you insistingly asked for. Shoving your phone into his face that had thr title and the cover. Reminding him of it's release date over and over again. When he stood in the book store hours earlier, having almost forgotten the title he snarled. Thankful you had shown him the cover art as he spied it near the front. He was ready to leave as soon as he stepped in, the smell of ink and paper reminder him of you.
It was a large book, feeling more like a tome lost to time with its 800 plus pages. He grunted to himself as he set it on your nightstand this morning, hoping I was large enough to get him through his double.
He'd have to find you to find out just how far you'd gotten though, if he had to guess, at least half way. He stepped over the many stacked books that littered the entire place, books devoured whole by the hungry beast that is you, yet you always left food untouched. Even water when you read, to absorbed in the inky pages to acknowledge you had a life or any desire to have a life outside of bound pages.
When he cannot find you in the house, his heart begins to race, a twinge of panic until he sees his door ajar. He stalks into his room furious, hating when you perch yourself on his bed or worn leather chair, hating how comforting your scent is on his sheets. But you are not within his silken sheets nor are your legs draped over the arm of the chair.
But a window yawns open into the night, the moon light beckoning as it must have you. He sticks his upper body out of the window, the shingles biting into his palms. He looks to his left and finds you.
His breath catches in his chest as he lets his eyes slide over you.
You're sitting with your knees tucked to you, almost hunched over the pages as if the characters could come to life and pull you into the depths. The position of the book indicating you were almost through as one half weighed heavy and the other light. Tears pricked your eyes, catching in your lashes before they turned into silken moonlight down your cheeks.
He sighs, fucking sighs at the sight of your in unashamed beauty. As you feel as fiercely as he wants to, as violently as he wants to, having no qualms to express your opinion or to protect whether the person was fictional or not.
A pang reverberates in his chest, heart stuttering as it whispers Aim some of that emotion towards me.
You give him a soft, almost apologetic smile.
"Someone die?" He forces the question out, hoping I comes off gruff.
"No.."
"Then what's with the crying?" You giggle at his question as more tears fall down your cheeks.
"They finally told themselves that they are enough and fell deeply in love." You sigh, a similar sigh that he had breathed just moments earlier. You shiver from the late autumn breeze as the threat of snow hangs heavy in the air. Bakugou offers out his hand to you before you can bury your nose back into the book.
"Come on you cry baby, before your dumb ass freezes to death." Without hesitation you reach for his hand.
"Kay." You sniff, gripping with icy fingers onto his warm ones as he gently guides you inside. He supports your weight until your feet are safely planted onto the cool floors.
"Have you eaten?" He asks, fingers lingering as they feather over your palms, making sure there are no scrapes or cuts. If it goes unnoticed to you, you do not show it.
"I waited for you." He scoffs at your normal "excuse", as he figured you were too lost in the fantasy of your book.
"Go on then. I need to fuckin change. Make a warm tea before your snot freezes stupid ass." He hollars to you, grumbling he adds "Wearing shorts in fucking October, on a roof. Dumb ass."
He shoves himself into the outfit that was laid out on his bed, he assumed you placed his fresh clothes where they belonged and thought he'd be too tired to change. That was half true, his shirt smells of laundry detergent and faintly of you.
Again, he sighs.
All the while he wonders when that chapter will be written in his book.
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Style Headcanons
So basically, I’m a big hater to the way the costume team worked on them. The whole “All Isle kids wear Leather” and “Auradon Kids always look like they’re on their first kid and on the way to the country club” thing drives me crazy. It sorta feels like they made costumes before giving them personalities (The leather on Carlos and Evie feels like it clashes with their personalities. Lonnie’s dresses in the first movie doesn’t fit the personality we see, even though she didn’t have much of a personality until movie two. Audrey dressed like a thirty-four year old mother who just picked up her kid before going to the country club. Ben’s only good outfit was his swim trunks.) So here are some personal headcanons and pictures of what I imagine for them. (I started making them at 1am last night lol)
Villain Kids
Evie
As someone raised to want to be a princess, she wants to dress like how she imagines a princess would.
She loves pastels and is no stranger to pairing pastel blue with a neutral red or bright white.
The only pants she really wears are either athletic shorts or those little flowy elastic shorts, otherwise she’s all skirts.
She’s sorta a prep but not in the same way a character like Audrey would be.
Evie has respect for most aesthetics, even though she doesn’t fully fit just one. However, she hates crocs and those little pastel shorts that white boys wear, she will announce it often.
Wouldn’t be caught dead in neon colors.
owns a blue fur coat (it’s fake fur, obviously)
Carlos
Baby boy is a total softie
You know that one gay little sweater in movie one, that’s where they went right, more of that.
He’s into the soft boy aesthetic and only strays from it for formal wear
loves layering sweaters over button ups
Cuffed jeans, always because ya know, bisexual
Owns a floral button up from Jay, normally he hates patterned button ups but it’s his favorite shirt.
Loves striped sweaters, he owns about 6 variations of them in different colors (all include red, white, or black of course)
Jay
In theory, Jay doesn’t really have one aesthetic, he’s willing to try on just about anything
Most of his clothing was bought by Evie or Carlos, especially his formal wear
The only clothes that Jay will buy for himself is athletic wear
He doesn’t really see the point of buy clothing that he can’t go straight to practice in.
Still has the beanie, but he owns one in just about every color to match it to his outfit.
Listen, we know Jay’s main color is yellow/gold, but why did we always see him with more red/blue in the movie? What type of snow white aesthetic were they trying to give him?
Jay owns a button up that he write on, he refuses to wear it actually buttoned though
Mal
She loves the grunge/alternative aesthetic, she thinks it makes her look more like she belongs to the Isle
She wouldn’t wear skirts until after she and Evie became friends, Evie bought her her first skirt (a purple plaid one) and she fell in love with it
Mal has a whole jewelry box of just chains, both necklaces and ones that attach to clothing
Owns a pair of Demonia Swing-815 boots (black patent) and a pair of Demonia Camel-203 boots (holographic purple)
100% owns one of those studded hot topic belts.
Has a headband with little horns that symbolize her mother’s horns
Instead of the leather half gloves from the movie, she has those little fishnet gloves and covers her hands in rings.
Uma
Her style is similar to Mal’s because if Mal is going to do something, Uma will do it better.
Uma only wore outfits that were super Fem and had skirts until Mal started doing it
Then it was Uma always wearing pants, because of her love for plaid skirts she owns a whole collection of plaid pants
the only jeans she owns are black or dark wash.
Her first ever large purchase was a pair of Doc Marten 1460 Zip Tartan Lace up boots (they’re green, black, and blue plaid)
She and Harry bought matching Doc Marten Jadon platforms (his are more shiny though)
Isn’t as into chains as Mal, more into chockers.
Harry
When the E-boy aesthetic came out, Harry was all over it
Harry definitely has one of those chains with a little lock on it.
I’d like to imagine he has baby gauges
the before mentioned platform doc martens, he definitely treats them like his baby
Even though Harry dresses like an e-boy, he always has his pirate hat on
Definitely wears cloth masks as a fashion piece he actually would wear his in the pandemic though, unlike some people who wore them before but not for safety
Harry is actually really good at graphic liner, he owns a gold, red, and white eyeliner to add color to the outfit if it’s mainly black
gold>silver
Bought plaid pants because Uma did, he want’s to match with his captain
Gil
As we know (maybe you don’t) it’s in the canon that Gil’s mother taught him to sew and he enjoys it.
So Gil doesn't dress in one aesthetic or even close to being in one, he wants to try out everything, both making and wearing them.
He does stick to a monochrome color scheme though, mainly shades of brown with white or black thrown in. Sometimes he adds a little red or yellow though to “honor” Gaston
Most of his clothing is more comfortable than anything
Only owns three pairs of jeans, the rest are different types of pants (he loves corduroys)
Owns a pants chain that harry bought him but he only really wears it when Harry and Uma are wearing one so he won’t feel left out on it.
Dizzy
Baby girl has seen the Isle steal the childhood innocence from people, she dresses in kidcore as a way to keep hers
Her outfits always has at least 4 different colors in it.
No stranger to neon colors, she has a pair of overalls that are neon rainbow and covered in gummy candy and she only wears them with a neon green tee, Evie and Carlos hate this outfits, Jay loves it because of the disappointment it brings to the two fashion fans
Dizzy’s outfits in the movie were colorful obviously but they should have been just more over the top
She loves patterns and has no fear of pattern mixing
definitely owns some funky earrings, clay rings, and statement necklaces
puts beads on her shoe laces, especially on her converse (they were white ones, she drew all over them)
Auradon Kids
Ben
Okay so Ben’s animated and movie outfits were bad, you can’t convince me of anything else
Why was Ben not dressed in the soft boy aesthetic? You’re trying to tell me that Belle’s son wouldn’t be a soft boy?
He has a jean jacket with his father’s beast symbol painted on the back
Absolutely loves graphic crewnecks, often layers them over collared shirts
He and Carlos go shopping together often in their free time
Lover of funky crew socks, ones with paintings, patterns, logos, whatever. But his socks always match
After he and Mal started Dating, he bought a white jean jacket and let her paint it, he wears it all the time even though it didn’t match his original clothing, he bought more clothes in her color scheme to match it
He owns like 6 pairs of high top converse (light blue, yellow, white, navy, black, and Purple after getting the jacket back from Mal)
Chad
Listen, out of everyone he was the closest to how I imagined he should be, that being said, he had a little soft boy thing going on in some movies that I don’t think fit his personality
Polos and button ups are basically all he owns, but he does have some of those pastel simply southern esc graphic tees (Southern people probably know what I’m on about, all the guys who act like Chad at my school have like 5 of them each)
Owns 6 pairs of those horrid little southern boy pastel shorts in different shades of blue (plus 1 white pair)
Will not wear jeans, ever, the only pants he owns are khakis
All over the shirts that have logos embroidered into the shirt over the chest.
Definitely gets asked if he’s on the way to golf/ the country club, the joke is that he is, he has to meet his father there after school
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Audrey
Listen, I’m not an Audrey stan, but they did her so dirty in the first movie
She should have been the stereotypical mean girl outfit wise, I mean, mini skirts, all pastels
Owns a pink teddy coat, and a white one, she actually cares about if they get dirty though, takes good care of them
definitely has a collection of tennis skirts, pairs them with sweaters/crewnecks or blouses that have a slight puff to the sleeve
The type of girl to wear rufflely rompers on her birthday every year, pink, white, or baby blue obviously
loves those tiny shoulder bags
preppy and looks good in it.
cropped polos and tube tops
Jane
This account is a Jane should have been cottage core/ fairy core fan page, her outfits were almost there, just not there, she’s literally a fairy but can’t use magic nor did they let her dress like one, I hate it here
Baby girl loves gingham and floral patterns, some of her dresses are a little more to her mother’s taste than hers (her mother bought them) but as long as it’s a pattern she likes she will wear it.
Cardigans are her best friend, she owns one in multiple shades of pink and blue, plus a white one (all of her clothing fits a pastel pink/blue/white color scheme)
Babydoll dresses her a her favorite style of them (the one I put in the top right corner is what I imagine her birthday dress as)
People try to mockingly ask if she’s on her way to a tea party/picnic (like they do with Chad and the country club) if the answer isn’t actually yes one of her friends still say yes, no one can be rude to her about it
She owns a corset (Evie bought it for her, it made her nervous at first but she loves it)
Owns kitten heels and flats mainly also two pairs of mary janes (in white and blue)
has one of those little pearl purses that aren’t really useful but they’re cute
Lonnie
Last but not least, our funky little lesbian (she is, Jay is just her emotional support queer man) Lonnie, she sticks to the teal, blue, and pink color scheme they gave her in movie one
She mainly wears sweats (or athletic clothing) otherwise it’s graphic tees tucked in (many of them are from the men’s section)
Only wears sneakers, she has places to be but also collects them (also owns 1 pair of pink crocs, Evie tried to burn them)
Carlos and Ben talked her into wearing a collar shirt under a graphic tee once (they bought her a sleeveless button up which she hated at first) and now she does it anytime she wants to look like she put effort into her outfit.
Wears a lot of necklaces and rings (she loves to layer necklaces, she thinks it makes her sweats look less boring)
Uses a mini backpack instead of a purse, easier to carry more things.
Has two pairs of custom painted air forces.
Hates wearing bracelets but always has to have a hair tie on her wrist so they don’t feel empty .
#descendants#Descendants 2#descendants 3#lonnie#audrey#Jay#Ben#Mal#mal bertha#Carlos De Vil#Harry hook#gil#dizzy descendants#chad charming#clothing#costume team could have done better ngl#Evie#evie grimhilde#Cottage core Jane#Why do I keep making posts that could lead to Harry emo boy edits this is my own hell
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sh. | ot7 | chapter five
PAIRING ot7 x reader
RATING Explicit.
GENRE smut. fluff. angst. nonidol au. wildnerness au. roommates au. friends to lovers.
SUMMARY Six months of quarantine have kept you apart. Somehow the distance sparks something new in each of you: questions, unfinished conversations, threads once chased now left cold. So when your roommate invites you to come with him to a mysterious house in the mountains with your friends, how could you even think of saying no?
WC 8k
WARNINGS AND TAGS protected sex. friends with benefits relationship. dirty talk. power play dynamics. angst. semi-public nudity. mentions of open relationship. sexting. reckoning with feelings. talk of alcohol use.
AN: One million bazillion thanks to the best beta and geologist out there, @hesperantha. Everyday I think to myself, how the fuck would this series exist without this magical lady? And every day I am thankful for her beautiful existence.
Also, if you haven’t seen /the trailer, you might wanna check it out. Just because I had a lot of fun making it and it was super fun to visualize the characters and their tiny little world.
Going forward, you can read with they/them pronouns by navigating to the series m.list and reading from there.
That said, LETS JUMP IN!
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chapter five
January 2020
What is left when you’re not sure where to turn?
You know there’s Yoongi. Dependable, familiar, predictable Yoongi. Predictable in the sense that you know, unabashedly, that no matter what, you can always count on him to draw a short term — but important — curtain over whatever notion, anxiety, or complication that happens to be singing in your mind that day. Erase it, temporarily, with those long fingers, gliding over your skin in expert patterns, drawing you and your pleasure exactly where he wants it to be.
And predictable in the sense that you know you will be perfectly and endlessly satisfied at the end of the night, no matter what.
See, Yoongi doesn’t mess around. He doesn’t tease you. Doesn’t draw you out and dangle you over your own pleasure. He gives it to you. Over and over and over and over again. Extends his palm and pulls as many orgasms from you as you can physically muster and then lets you collapse in his arms. Dependable, see? Dependable, always.
Once you’re settled in his lap, Yoongi lets you grind on him for a bit as he undresses you expertly, long fingers slipping under the fabric of your clothes before tugging them off gracefully and tossing them across the room. This, this he did love to do. Loved to scatter your clothes around and then watch you from the bed as you tried to piece some semblance of an outfit back together after he fucked you senseless.
“Don’t throw my bra behind the furniture again,” you murmur as you kiss down his neck. “I know you thought it was a great tactic to get me to rearrange your room the last time — but I’m not moving a hundred pound dresser to get my very expensive bra back again.”
He chuckles. Murmurs, “As you wish.” And then throws your bra someplace you can’t see.
Now that you’re topless, he lets his long fingers skate up the skin of your back, tracing the flesh of your hips and with such delicacy it almost tickles. That is, delicate until his hand weaves itself up your neck. His grip tightens at the root of your hair, tugging your head back in a swift motion and exposing your neck to him.
“How do you want me to fuck you tonight?” His voice is deep and it raises goosebumps on your skin. He lets his teeth trace a line up the sensitive skin of your neck until he reaches your ear and bites down hard.
“Fuck,” you breathe as a shiver runs through your body. Yoongi always took particular care to curate a library of knowledge about your ticks, turn ons, and vices. And then he played them out for you in an expertly coordinated hand.
“Yes, that’s in the cards. But tell me specifically how you want it.”
Behind him, the large bedroom is equipped with enough musical equipment to run a fully functioning studio. Instruments hang on the walls and a large black bed rests in the center of the room. The dark tones of the wood and sheets make the otherwise sparse room feel warm and dark. Compared to the shabby little apartment that you share with Namjoon, this is luxury. Your gaze rests on the large wall of glass that looks out over the city.
“The window,” you say.
He grins.
The glass is cold against your bare skin when he presses you to it. The difference in temperature between the fired heat of your skin and the iced window slices right through you, makes you gasp as his hands run over your body, taking you in as you are: bare and ready for him.
You watch as he strips off his clothes, gracefully and swiftly. First the shirt, then his pants. It’s no surprise to you that he’s not wearing any undergarments at all. Delight lights in his eye when he notices how greedily you watch him.
“Do you want me to—” He begins to lean down, but you stop him and pull him up.
“Just fuck me.”
He turns you around in one movement, your hands flying up to stop the impact, your chest — and your nipples — pressing to the glass. The sensation overwhelms you as he slides two fingers between your folds, collecting the slickness that has gathered there.
“You’re already so wet for me.”
A smile spreads across your face as you hear the condom packet rip and he slots his cock against your cunt, coating himself in your arousal.
“Don’t tease me,” you say, a hint of a whine slipping into your voice.
“Don’t worry. I have no patience for that tonight.” And he pushes in. “How’s that?” he says, the lilting tease in his tone cutting sharp against your ear as his dick sinks into you, inch by delightful inch.
It feels like you have to catch your breath to speak. “Is it always this good?”
“Baby, if it isn’t, you should ask for a refund.” He punctuates the last word of his sentence with a harsh thrust that rams your chest up against the glass.
“Fuck—” you hiss.
Memory whitens like it’s been covered in a blanket of snow as he begins a punishing pace, hips rutting up into you before drawing almost all the way back, tip barely inside of you before thrusting back into you, all the way to the hilt. Sensation overtakes thought. The slicing coldness of the glass against your nipples paints a stark contrast to the softness of lips pressed to yours, softness of a hand cupping your cheek—
You should be thinking of anything but that.
And it’s easy to do, in this moment. To focus on Yoongi, his commanding presence, the way he plays your body like one of the carefully polished instruments that hangs on his wall.
You cry out when he hits a particularly soft spot within you, and he pauses his movements, drinking in the sound of you.
“God, you sound so fucking good.”
He pulls out of you, turns you around, and pushes your back against the glass.
“Hop up,” he says, and you frown in confusion before realizing what he’s referring to. You wrap your arms around his neck and with a jump, wrap your legs around his waist.
“Fuck—” With a grunt of effort, he holds you up while slotting himself against your folds and pushing inside again.
The most you can do in this position is tilt your pelvis and grind down on him — while holding onto dear life — and you do, rotating it against his waist, drawing the most delicious sounds from his lips. Your hips begin to move in tandem, each pushing closer to the pleasure that you both so desperately desire.
This is better. This is worse.
See, the two of you have fallen into patterns in your hookups. Rules, even, although no one but you thought of them as such. But the habit — and therefore the lines — were clear to you:
You didn’t kiss. You didn’t confess your love. Hookups only, and breakfast together the morning after. Usually he takes you from behind, because, as he once commented to you, “the ass cheeks are the eyes of the heart.” Which to you, made no sense at all, but you still obliged him. Plus, at the end of the day it was all a little more impersonal that way, anyways. Easier to separate from the rest of your relationship.
But looking into his face, pressed so close — there’s something there. A warmth. An understanding. Too much.
Your head falls to his shoulder and his grip tightens on your thighs as he fucks up into you. Several heavy breaths before you bite gently at the sensitive skin of his neck and he hisses.
“You’re too sensitive,” you chide, although the teasing lilt of your tone is broken up by him fucking into your body — and you both know you love the way he lets you know he likes things done.
“And you’re too shy,” he cuts back. “Why don’t you look at me when I fuck you?” It’s posed as a question but you know it’s a command.
Slowly, you draw your head back and look at him. His eyes are deep and dark, his hair tousled and face lined with pleasure.
“That’s a good little pet,” he whispers. It falls too softly.
It makes you want to kiss him. All you want to do is —
You press your lips to his. Just a peck — the smallest, lightest of pecks.
But the plush of his lips, the way they part so slightly when your lips meet... it leaves you wanting more. So you kiss him again, pressing yourself to him, chasing the feeling of his softness.
He responds, opening his mouth to yours, his tongue darting out to meet yours. His pace doesn’t falter as he continues to fuck up into you. His lips move against yours, fierce, needy, demanding. And it’s then that your stomach drops. It’s as if the winter chill that lays just beyond the door at your back slices through your veins.
You pull back.
“No,” he says, and pulls you back to him. “Stop running.” He brings your face close enough to yours but doesn’t kiss you, just waits.
And you meet him in the middle, kissing him again, afraid of losing the warmth you sparked between you. He groans against you as your hips swivel around his cock, and bites down on your lip.
“Fuck,” you hiss.
With one arm wrapped around his shoulders, you let your other hand press against the nape of his neck, nails digging in just the way you know he likes it. You both have always been in rhythm, in tune with one another, but now with him kissing you — something new sparks between you. Something new, something terrifyingly warm.
When you pull back he smiles.
“Shit,” you whisper, your eyes widening. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Yoongi says, an edge in his voice, his hips still circling against yours as he presses your back to the window. “You have nothing to apologize for.
“I shouldn’t have—”
“Shh... stop. It’s okay. It was good.” He punctuates his meaning with a thrust, a small groan slipping from his throat. You want to swallow the sound of his pleasure whole, but still. You let the guilt in your chest rise to your throat.
“No, no, it’s not,” you say, though the coil that’s winding tighter and tighter in your belly makes it difficult to speak. You take a shuddering breath in as he hits your g-spot, your eyes fluttering closed.
“Yes. It is,” he grunts, and you can tell he’s close too. “You fuck better when you kiss. You feel it. You get into it.” Your brow purses at his words. “Now be good for me, forget it, and cum on this cock.”
You nod.
“Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“I’ll forget it, be good for you, and cum on your cock.”
“Good,” he smiles.
Each thrust brings you a step closer. He kisses you, again waiting for you to meet his lips, and together you move like dancing partners closer and closer to the edge.
You cum, clenching around his cock and crying his name into his mouth.
The two of you breathe heavily, foreheads resting together for a moment that stretches long enough for you to call it a distance.
“Fuck—” Yoongi says, pulling out of you and smiling gently as he lets you down. “I’ve never heard you come like that before.”
Heat rises to your cheeks.
“Hold on, let me get you a towel or something,” Yoongi says, pressing his thumb to your forehead and wiping away a bead of sweat. You watch as he shuffles about his room, looking for anything to give you. “One second, I think there’s clean ones in the dryer.”
He wanders out of the room wearing absolutely nothing at all.
When you turn back to the outside world, the glass is fogged and the world feels a million miles away. The tension that rises up in your chest feels like a wrought iron ball and you need out, out, now.
There’s a fuzzy blanket on the dresser next to you and you snatch it, wrap yourself up tightly and push open the glass door to the tiny balcony. With a held breath, you step out. The cold concrete sends a chill through your body as you step out. Blue washes through you, shocking the pleasure-numbed nerves in your body back to life.
When you suck in a deep breath of snow-cold air, it feels as if clarity settles into you. You take a second, but shuddering, breath as you realize with a lucid sharp pain the reality of your situation.
Yoongi didn’t erase tonight from your mind. Sex didn’t remove Hobi’s kiss from your lips. An orgasm didn’t ease the unnamable want in your chest. If anything, it all just burns a little brighter.
This thing with Yoongi — it’s not supposed to be a distraction for you, or a means to make you feel something else. It’s supposed to be its own thing, a compartmentalized friends with benefits situation that has always been clear and defined between the two of you. But as soon as you showed up on his door with an ulterior motive other than sex, it became something else. As soon as you kissed him, you made it something else.
Fuck.
Around you, fat flurries drift down from the dark sky. They melt as they land on your bare skin. There’s no escaping this thing inside you. But the intensity of the cold seems like it keeps you here, grounded, in Yoongi’s home and facing actuality. As if any form of warmth would leave you wandering into the sickly sweet honeytrap of the what if’s that already threaten on the edge of your mind.
“Come to bed,” Yoongi calls from inside. When you don’t, he comes out onto the tiny balcony and wraps himself around you from behind, his head notching on your shoulder. “Christ, you’re freezing.”
“It feels good,” you say, nuzzing your body back against his.
“I know I didn’t work you up that much that you need to stand in the snow to cool down. Come to bed.”
Still wrapped around you, he waddles you inside, earning a giggle from you as you tumble into bed and he slams the door closed with a bit of a shiver.
“Here,” he says softly, wrapping you in a blanket before settling beside you.
He’s close. Wildly close. His breath brushes softly against your face as you look at each other. You take in the flushed pink of his face, the way his hair is tousled into a gorgeous mess from the effort of your intimacy.
You could kiss him again, you think and a shock runs through your body at the thought. Christ, his cock’s been inside you a million times and yet you balk at the thought of kissing him, of pulling him right where you want him, where he fits so perfectly, where he feels so warm —
“What are you thinking?” Yoongi says softly.
“What are you thinking?” you cut back, just a little too quickly.
Yoongi chuckles. “I’m thinking that you keep yourself so tightly together.”
You smile tightly. “I don’t know what that means.”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
You bite down on your lip.
“You’re thinking so loud I can almost hear it,” Yoongi says. “Just tell me. You know there’s nothing you could say that would upset me.” When you don’t say anything, he continues. “For god’s sake, I’ve seen your asshole. It doesn’t get much more personal than that.”
“Fine,” you say.
“Fine,” he grins.
“Maybe we should…” You trail off and bite the inside of your cheek.
Yoongi rolls onto his side, propping his head up with one hand.
“Maybe we should…?” He prompts. “Join a sex dungeon?”
You laugh, the thought of going to one with Yoongi is one that sends a thrill through you. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, but that’s not what I was going to say.”
“What were you going to say?”
You take a deep breath. “That maybe we should… stop. This.”
He doesn’t ask what you mean. He knows. “That, my dear, sounds like quite the antithesis to going to a sex dungeon with me.”
You laugh. “I can’t believe you’re making jokes when I am friends with benefits breaking up with you.”
“What? Were you expecting me to be angry?”
“I mean I expected a little bit of a fight. Or at least… I don’t know. Questions.”
“Do you want questions?”
You look at him.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay. Well. Why are you ending things.”
You flop onto your back. Look at the ceiling. The way the lights of the city reflect paley onto the white surface. They look like ghosts.
“I don’t really know.”
He pulls you to him, rolling you onto your side and tangling your hands together. “Okay.”
And then the two of you just lie there, staring at the ceiling in silence, the weight of your decision, of this ending, settling over you with a concrete taste. There’s something uncomfortable in this kind of silence. But it’s not him, it’s not an awkwardness, or the building of tension or resentment. None of that lies between you. It’s the fact that within the silence the answers rise up in you, and you find the words spilling from your mouth.
“I don’t want it to be complicated, Yoongi.”
He waits a moment before responding. “Is it complicated?”
“Well.” You sigh. “No. Not with us. Us is easy. I feel like I can tell you what I need or what I want and I trust you to be able to either give me that or set a boundary.”
Yoongi hums. “I feel the same. So then if it’s not us...?”
“I made a mistake tonight. Crossed a line I shouldn’t have crossed.”
His brow furrows. “Not with me you didn’t. I don’t underst—”
“Not you. It’s me. It’s — it’s always me. I don’t want things to spin out of control. And I feel like they’re about to.”
Yoongi is silent for a long moment.
“I don’t want you to feel that way.” He pulls you closer to him, his grip tightening on your hip. “Really.” You stare down at your intertwined hands. “Look at me.” He waits until you do, summoning an inner strength you didn’t know you needed to look at your friend. “There’s a part of me that wonders how much of this is you punishing yourself for something that you don’t have any reason to be punishing yourself for.”
You can’t help the nervous laugh that shoots from your chest.
“What!? Are you laughing at me!?”
“No, no,” you shake your head. “Just… I don’t know what it is, but if anyone were to look right through me and see everything that’s going on, it’s you.”
He smiles softly.
“Do you want to stay tonight?”
Do you want your friend to wrap himself around you? Pull you in tight to his warm chest? Remind you of the summer that lies on the other side of this long, long winter?
“No,” you say slowly. “I think I need some space. To… process.”
He nods. “Well, as my newest friends with benefits ex, I agree, you should probably leave. You know. So it doesn’t get awkward.” He grins.
“Yeesh, you’re so quick to kick me out.”
“I know. I guess I just need some space. You know. To process, too. Grieve.” He paints a fake frown on his face and does a dramatic rendition of a very gross sniffle.
You giggle.
“Yeah, yeah, sure.”
Together you get out of bed, Yoongi — for once — rifling through his room in search of your clothes. With every piece of clothing you put on, you feel like you take another step backwards. Away from Yoongi, away from the vulnerability in you that feels like it tears open everytime he looks at you. His comfort. Each new piece of fabric is another wall resurrected. But when you go to hook your bra behind your back, he steps behind you, taking the straps from your hands and gently hooking the clips together.
“Here.”
When he’s done, his fingers linger on your skin just a moment too long.
“Thanks,” you say softly, turning back to him.
His eyes are still blown wide, his hair perfectly disastrous. There’s something so deadly soft about him. He looks just as he did when you marched into his bedroom earlier in the night. And yet, on the other side of this night, you feel like a totally different person. As if the stranger inside of you has finally stepped forward and introduced herself.
You turn away hastily, heading to the living room. He follows and pulls your jacket from the couch and helps you into it.
Shoes on, jacket on, you’re all ready to walk out the door. And still you linger. Yoongi glances at his watch.
“Well, I’d say six hours is a proper mourning period. Breakfast tomorrow?”
“How about brunch? I’m not getting up at 9am for eggs.”
“Oh and I’m the one who needs space huh?” He smiles softly. “11am. You’ll get up at 11am and I’ll buy you a breakup brunch.”
“Yeah,” you smile up at him. Even as you taste the edge of fear — of anxiety — on your tongue, there is still a kind of undeniable warmth that blossoms in your chest every single time you look at him.
You broaden your smile. Push it down.
There’s one last thing.
“And—”
But he already knows what you’re asking. He steps forward, taking your head between his hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead. The shock that runs through you is quick and cold.
“I know,” he says. “This’ll still be our little secret.”
When he steps back, there’s something soft in his gaze — too soft, you can’t help but think. Tenderness, surrounded by acceptance and strength. All the things that make Yoongi, well, Yoongi. And yet it feels like too much to handle. Too much to be looked at, to be seen, to be understood when you can barely wrap your mind around what’s going on.
“Sleep well, buttercup.”
Different taxi, different driver, different route.
“Home,” you tell the woman at the wheel when you give her your address, her over-bleached and curly hair forming a kind of halo around her in the seat.
“You got it,” she says smacking her gum and throwing you a wayward smile.
As the car pulls away from the curb and picks up speed, you feel a kind of numbness wash over you.
It was the right decision to end things with Yoongi, you remind yourself, even as you feel a kind of twinge in your chest. You haven’t lost a friend. In fact, you’ve probably preserved your friendship. Saved it from wandering into the brambly bushes of complication and ultimate destruction. Even if it means the loss of killer sex.
You phone dings, and you instinctively brush a hand over your body to make sure you left with all the clothes you arrived in.
When you look at your phone, it’s not who you imagine. It’s not what you imagine.
tae: I forgot how loud you are when you orgasm.
You choke, hand snapping up quickly to cover your mouth.
“You alright, hun?” the driver asks.
“Yeah, yeah, just fine,” you say, but your voice is strained. You immediately type out your response.
you: fuck. i’m so sorry.
you: it won’t happen again.
Your heart is pounding in your chest, embarrassment and confusion tightening around your throat. How much more can you really take tonight? Hobi, then Yoongi — now this? You tap your foot as you wait for the response, which takes just a minute to pop up on your phone.
tae: oh… well that’s too bad. I actually didn’t mind it all that much.
Oh.
Oh.
Before you know what you’re doing, you’re typing out your response — and turning down the brightness as if it will hide the loudness of your message from the world.
you: is that right?
tae: i said it didn’t i? ive always been a man of my word. brings me back to the old days, in a way.
you: oh?
tae: you know…
you: do i?
tae: you do.
you: it’s been a while. why don’t you remind me?
tae: you’re playing coy tonight. two very loud orgasms and you’re still not done playing?
you: i’d send that shrugging emoji but i can’t find it
you: what can i say? I can be needy
tae: should i remind you
tae: when we used to park behind the grocery store
tae: there was never anyone around but you’d still get so shy and embarrassed
tae: and try to cum without a sound
tae: but i didn’t hear a single note of shame or restraint tonight
tae: shamelessness looks good on you
tae: **sounds good on you
you: you were always quite shameless yourself
tae: it gets me far in life
You blink down at your phone, not really sure what to say. Taehyung’s hearty banter is something you’re used to. Even after all these years, your quick back and forth was still twinged with the smallest teasing edge of sexual interest. But you had always kept it within strict boundaries, never returning to your previous relationship, never suggesting—
tae: but my question is how far will it get me with you?
Your breath freezes in your throat. Never suggesting that you return to anything of the past.
tae: jk
tae: unless…?
Taehyung’s sexually laced messages have your head spinning round and round on its pedestal. It’s not as if you had never thought about it, never considered it. But there was a line there, was there not? A line you shouldn’t cross, shouldn’t even think of crossing, no matter how you wanted to. With a deep breath, you respond.
you: i don’t know if we should be having this conversation right now?
tae: why? because you’re my ex? or because of Jin?
Before you can even manage to type out the long list of reasons why you shouldn’t be dipping your toes into the perilous waters of sexting your very happily taken ex, the screen is lighting up again.
tae: if it’s the latter, don’t worry. he’s here too.
tae: he says to tell u you’re hot
tae: which is news to me
tae: not that you’re not hot, but that he thinks that
tae: and he says hes “sorry he missed the show earlier”
you: tbh that was NOT the response i was expecting to get.
tae: we’re very open about these things. he’s quite… encouraging actually
As if this is the opening, you walk through it.
you: in what way?
tae: he likes visibility in a specific way. he likes to watch. likes to be watched and… the attention, especially when its directed at me, especially when he knows that at the end of the day i’m crawling back into his bed
Your heart races in your chest.
tae: sorry, maybe that’s tmi.
you: don’t apologize. i don’t mind tmi
tae: then i won’t apologize.
you: good.
tae: good 😂
tae: you know, i liked it.
you: sorry, liked what?
tae: hearing it
tae: hearing you cum
you: did you?
tae: more than i expected
you: more than you should?
tae: that’s not what i said
you: well, like i mentioned, it won’t happen again
tae: why not? You finally get me to admit i didn’t mind it and now you’re telling me i won’t get more? :(
You chew on your bottom lip before responding.
you: it’s complicated.
tae: an orgasm is never complicated.
you: …
tae: but you know what is complicated?
tae: feelings.
tae: you’re having feelings.
tae: oh my god you’re in love with yoongi
you: i am nOT in love with yoongi
you: surprisingly it has very little to do with yoongi
Even as you send the text, you know that’s not entirely true.
tae: okay, then what’s going on??? pls don’t play cryptic with me, it’s too late for that shit
you: i don’t even know what’s going on.
tae: oh.
tae: so we’re talking big boy emotions
you: i don’t have *emotions*
tae: you’re a fucking liar
you: hey
you: language
tae: alright then let me rephrase it
tae: what are you so afraid of will happen if you let yourself feel?
Your heart catches in your throat. Oh.
“We’re here,” the taxi driver says, and your head snaps up from the light of your phone to see your apartment complex towering high and familiar above you.
“Oh!” You blink yourself from your reverie and hand the woman the cash for the ride. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks,” she says, twisting around to look at you as you skootch across the backseat. “Hey—” You pause, looking at her. The orange glow of the streetlights rings like a halo around her head. “You take care of yourself, alright?”
“Alright,” you smile and nod.
A haze settles around your body as you climb out of the taxi. The hard edge of soberness and the sharpness of the winter air mixes and shocks life back into you as his question rings around your head. What are you so afraid of will happen if you let yourself feel?
Your breath feels strained as you climb the echoing stairs to your home. The sound of the key fitting into the lock rings with a harsh click, but it brings you back into your body, to the little marks where Yoongi’s hands dug into you, to the confusion that rattles around your mind, and finally, and most devastatingly, the warmth that has sunk deep and inextricably into your heart.
The apartment is dark when you enter.
“Namjoon?” you call out.
No one answers. You don’t bother to flick on the lights as you feel your way blindly through the darkness, hand brushing against the soft fabric of your sofa, the bumpy texture of the wall, and finally the cold knob of your door. Instead of pushing the door open though, you lean against it, taking what feels like the first full breath of the night.
You look at the screen of your phone, Tae’s question, his voice, spiraling around your head. With a shaky breath you respond, fingers flying across the blue light of the screen.
you: something feels off. I don’t… i don’t want to mess anything up. I feel like the only way to keep things in order is to keep myself out of it all.
tae: can i call you?
you: yeah. Joon’s not home.
You finally press into your room. All that silver light from the city reflects off of the white flakes that flutter softly down from the sky. It spills onto your bed like a pool of molten silver, waiting, chilled and cold for you. You flop down onto it, your breath coming out in a long huff.
When your phone rings, there’s a second of hesitation before you hit the answer button.
“Hello?” your voice is shakier than you expected.
“One second.”
You hear the rustling sound of Tae getting out of bed and the door shutting.
“If I can hear you orgasming, Yoongi sure as hell can hear a phone call,” Tae whispers, a slight chuckle to his voice. “Unless you’re just always unreasonably loud.” You can imagine the sly smile that plays across his lips right now. Another door opened and shut and he sighs. “There. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” you say. “I…”
You trail off. You don’t know what to say. Don’t know what there is to say.
He says your name softly into the phone, the syllables forming such a familiar shape on his tongue. “Are you okay?”
“I...I don’t think so. I don’t feel great.”
“You’re home? Safe?”
“Yeah. I’m home.” You look around your room. Art on the walls, your little desk the messiest place in the room, stacked high with papers and photos and plants.
“Good.” Taehyung takes a long breath. “So. Tell me what’s going on.”
You want to. But your voice freezes in your throat and you can feel the way your silence falls around him.
After breaking up at nineteen, you and Taehyung had always remained friends. The truth was that even though you loved each other, you were so caught up in the physicality of it all that the rest of your relationship — and your relationships outside of that — began to deteriorate. No more sex, you both had decided. And at the time, that meant no more romance. There weren’t lingering feelings of resentment, but you did know — because you both talked about it — that you were both plagued with the lingering question of what if. What if…. But the answer was simple. You both needed more than what the other could offer.
Best friend turned lover turned best friend. If the lingering sexual tension was the only consequence of that, you could handle that. And if you were honest with yourself, you enjoyed it, in a safe, flattering kind of way.
But the reality was that the consequence of your relationship wasn’t limited to just a couple of sex dreams here and there or comments about your former sex life thrown about as jokes. The truth was that there was a permafrost of cautiousness that sat like a layer of ice beneath all of your interactions; one that only thawed away after midnight or a second drink.
Right now, the clock on the wall reads: 3:12am.
“You don’t have to tell me—”
“No — I want to.” You shake your head. “I should… I should talk to someone about this.” You take a deep breath as the sharp images of tonight’s events spiral around your mind. When you speak, it comes out a whisper. “I kissed Hobi tonight.”
“Oh. Shit.”
“Or he kissed me. I don’t really — don’t really understand what happened, we were just standing there and had both had some drinks and suddenly it was happening and I should have kept everything within the normal boundaries, I shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have overstepped our friendship, but we kissed and I…” Your voice trails off.
“And you liked it,” Taehyung finishes for you.
“Yeah,” you say softly. “I did.”
“And it scared you.”
“Yeah.”
“And then you both ran away from it.”
“Yeah.”
“And your way of running away from it was to go fuck Yoongi again, huh.”
“Goddamnit, Tae,” you huff, annoyed by how right he is.
Taehyung chuckles. “Babe, I’ve known you way too long for me to not pick up on these kinds of things. These kinds of patterns.”
“Patterns?”
Taehyung sighs through the phone. “I love you, dude, but… yeah. Yeah. It’s a pattern.”
As you let his words sink into you, you realize. It is a pattern.
“Can I be honest with you?” he asks. “Do you really want to know what’s going on here?”
You laugh softly, even as fear nibbles at your heart. There’s a part of you that wants to turn into blindness. That wants to shield your heart from the reality of the situation. From the reality of yourself.
But there’s also something about facing into the truth — clear and cold like the night waiting just beyond your window. You want the shock of truth through your body, glaring and sharpened like ice. Because at the end of the day, you’ve had enough of this numbed ignorance.
“Yeah. Go for it.”
“This might be out of the blue. And you might not want to hear it. I could be totally off—”
“Tae, it’s okay. I want to hear it.”
He takes a deep breath. “But maybe… just maybe, it’s time to think about the way you push people away.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” you whisper, although the reality of what he’s saying is already dawning on you, even if it’s at a glacial pace.
“How you let people in just long enough, just far enough, to let them see something authentic of you. But you don’t really let them take any real stake in your life.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“And that’s okay!” He adds quickly. “At least, it has been okay. We do what we need to do to keep ourselves safe, but… I think you’re past that all now.” You take a shuddering breath and he pauses. “That place in your life where you need to keep the walls and the rules so strict for fear of falling. You’re not there anymore, babe. Maybe it’s time to start looking at the wall that you’ve built and considering letting yourself tear it apart.” And then, so softly you think his voice might be made of something as delicate as a flower petal: “You know, maybe it’s time to think about how you want to start letting love in again. Because you deserve it.”
It’s not until you brush your hand against your cheeks that you realize they’re wet. You look down at your fingertips, glistening with fallen tears, shining silver in the snowlight.
“Fuck, Tae.”
Taehyung lets loose a light, but pained, chuckle.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” You sniffle. “Goddamn it.”
Silence settles between the two of you. Tears slip silently down your face as you hold the phone to your ear. You can hear him breathing softly on the other end, but Taehyung doesn’t say anything. It’s as if he knows you need a minute to process.
His words slide right under your skin. Directed straight at the thing that has felt so heavy in your chest all night now, it’s as if the whole thing has been broken open within you. Suddenly, you can see it all.
The past years, this game of cat and mouse with your own vulnerability. This façade of carefully curated openness and faux vulnerability. All of the things that you kept as reminders of your freeness, your unlocked heart — the hookups, the fast and furious romances that ended in nothing but silence, the friendships you kept so carefully defined — were actually all just markers of the opposite:
A deep and abiding fear that if you let someone love you, a fear that if you let them close enough to really, truly see you, they might see something they won’t like.
Better to keep things clearly organized. Clearly marked and known and understood. That way you’d know exactly when things were spinning out of control and when someone was just about to get too close.
“You know, there are so many ways to love,” Taehyung says. “It doesn’t just have to be in that one way of fucking and falling in love and then a big white marriage, tada! the end. And, uh, it’s okay to want love. It’s really, really okay, actually. In whatever weird way love shows up for you, even if it’s not the traditional way. It’s even more okay to let yourself have that love, even if you don’t know what it is — don’t know what to call it.”
When your breath comes out shaky and ridden with tears, you can hear a soft oh echo through the phone.
“Hey,” Taehyung says with all the love in the world laced so delicately through his voice. “It’s okay. It might not feel like that right now. But opening up again — if, you know, if that’s what you want — that’s something you can do. It can be done.”
“I-I do, Tae. I don’t want this anymore. I don’t want to keep fighting this.”
It’s as if you can hear his smile through the receiver.
“That makes me really happy to hear,” he says.
“Where do I even begin?” It comes out a whisper, your voice cracked from the tears that have begun to slow. You’re half afraid to even hear the answer. Half afraid to walk down the path riddled with your greatest fear.
“I think you begin by going to sleep. And in the morning I’ll call you. And I’ll keep calling you. And we’ll work through this together. You know, this isn’t something that you have to do alone.”
You’re silent.
“You’re in bed?” crackles through the phone.
“Yeah?”
“Go put on some pjs and go to sleep. You don’t have to do this all in one night.”
You nod, wiping the rest of the tears from your face and sniffling. “Yeah.”
“Alright. I love you to the moon and back, no matter what. You know that. Right?”
You close your eyes. For a second you imagine accepting that it’s true. It fills your chest with a new kind of warmth. One you want to sink into.
“Yes,” you say. “I love you too, Tae.”
“Get some rest then. Goodnight.”
“G’night.”
The dial tone clicks and the room falls into complete silence. Only the sound of your breath breaks through, too loud and uncomfortable amidst the darkness. But still, you climb out of bed, dump some water on a towel and wipe at your face, and change into the largest t-shirt you can find in your drawer.
Tonight, you dream the first dream of many in a line that will haunt you — and spark you back to life. It’s Yoongi, his body pushing you up against the ice cold glass, his hands in your hair, his lips whispering, over and over and over again: Is it complicated?
In the morning, you lay awake, just feeling the way your breath falls heavily in your chest. You text Yoongi to tell him you can’t meet up. You look outside.
The world is covered in a blanket of snow. Unrecognizable. Beautiful. Washed clean.
Something hopeful flutters in your chest.
When you look down, your hands are clutching the collar of your sleep shirt. With a deep breath, you wrap your arms around your torso in a hug.
“I don’t really know how to do anything else other than this,” you admit to Tae one day over the phone, flourishing a hand you know he can’t see to emphasize the point you know he already understands.
“Well. I don’t know how much of it is really choosing to be different. Instead, maybe you ought to try looking at it like an undoing. Whenever you match up against that impulse to run, think about sitting with it. Feeling it. And then choosing to move in another direction. Yeah,” he says, and you can tell he’s nodding on the other end of the phone. “An undoing.”
What does this kind of undoing look like? you wonder.
When the world comes to a screeching halt around you, you don’t expect to find your answer. The reality of the pandemic and quarantine — the emptiness of it, the long, drawn out days that feel long and drawn out when you’re in them but that then seem to blend together into one long, monotonous, anxiety riddled day and leave you wondering and wishing for the end — it’s hard. It’s hard in that quiet way that’s easy to ignore and push off, and hard in the way that there’s a big ache in your chest every time you go to sleep, one that crawls straight into your throat and sits there until the morning. It’s hard, and you learn to live with it. It’s hard, but somehow it brings you what you need. When distance seems to be the defining feature of your life, you don’t expect to find clarity. But you do. As you sink into the new routine of quarantine and pandemic life, and as life begins in a new rhythm with new rules and new realities — slowly and wildly new and sometimes horrific — it becomes clear to you.
What does this kind of undoing look like?
It looks a lot like feeling the emptiness in your home when Namjoon is away. Silence louder, space smaller. You find yourself reflected back to yourself, as if you are staring in a mirror.
It looks a lot like distraction. Emotional exhaustion turning into physical. You do distract — and it’s good — with a new drama or a new hobby. Exercising in your room until your cheeks are flushed. Cooking something new and delicious every night. Or sometimes just letting the small rectangle of light in your hand absorb you until the lingering discomfort is numbed, until you’re ready to fall asleep.
It looks like listening to your thoughts, really, truly listening, for the first time. Hearing the stories that you’ve built up in your head over the ears and how deeply they’ve sunk into your reality. It looks like noticing them, and wanting them to change. It looks like standing in the empty hallway of your apartment, feeling it all, and deciding to do something about it.
It looks like weird-ass sex dreams. Once dreamless nights are repopulated with strange and specific sexual fantasies featuring none other than your seven gorgeous friends in various states of undress and revelry.
It looks like letting people in again. Laughing on the phone until tears well up in your eyes. Building up the courage to tell Jimin about your vivid, even pornographic dreams. Writing letters when facetime just doesn’t do it anymore. Telling your friends just how much they mean to you, even when that voice warns you that you ought to keep your feelings held tight to your chest.
It looks like falling asleep one night, the traffic of the city now quieted by reduced travel, and the silence offering you a new kind of truth:
Love can be without limitation.
Love can be without limitation. It is allowed to flow from you without doubt or embarrassment. It is allowed to exist in the world — and in you — without needing to be reciprocated or validated. And you are allowed to ask for it. To demand it from life, even if, at times, it feels like the only place it pours forth from is from that great gaping space in your chest.
The phone rings a couple of times before it’s cut off in the middle of a digital brrng. You’re ready to hear the familiar buzz of a robotic voice reading: the caller you are trying to reach is not available—
But instead, the deep, heady voice you’re so familiar with comes over the speaker.
“Hello?”
“Hoseok?” His name feels foreign on your tongue. After all this time, pushing it away, pushing him away, welcoming his name back into your body feels almost like a fresh rain, washing away the dust on your skin.
“The one and only,” he chuckles. “What’s up?”
A ball of emotion wells up in your throat and the phone line hangs in silence as you try to glue together what you want to say, what you had practiced to say, what you should say. But it feels as if it’s all disappeared.
“I thought—”
“Did I mess up?” he blurts.
You blink in confusion. “What? No, I—”
“That night, I had so much to drink, I’m worried that… I messed up, that— ”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Hoseok.”
You can hear the breath release from his lungs and shudder through the phone. “Oh.” It’s silent for a moment. “Oh. Okay.”
“I just…” You close your eyes. Take a deep breath. “I just miss you.”
“I miss you like there’s an ocean between us,” he says, laughter mixed with sincerity threading through his voice.
“It feels like there’s ocean between us,” you sigh.
“I know,” he says, too quickly for him to realize the meaning behind your words. “But I promise this will all be over soon, babe. How long can something like this really last? In no time it’ll all be done with and I’ll be right back beside you. Right?”
You smile. “Right.”
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Charlie Hunnam: Lockdown Lovin’
A/N: Here’s a fluffy smutty little fic with Charlie being all cuddly and domestic! 🥰 Based on the below request, in which you are Mrs. Hunnam, spending quarantine with him. He’s recording this video for his fans, but your presence in the room is a distraction—and gets him in the mood for some action...
Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x F!Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, stupidly fluffy fluff, you & him behaving like silly little idiots in love
Request: Request 1 (@rochyu) + Request 2 (anon)
Word Count: ~2.2k
Note: I definitely recommend watching the actual video for context! (It’s less than 3 minutes.) This fic quotes some of Charlie’s lines from it, plus some gifs! ✨
“Hey.”
It’s a very simple word for anyone to say. One of the simplest. But somehow the way Charlie Hunnam says ‘hey’ turns you on like nobody’s business. As he starts to record, he says it with a playful smirk like it’s some kind of dirty word, and makes it sound so hot it hurts, ‘cause he’s a cheeky little bastard.
The word wasn’t even addressed to your ass in this instance. Your loving husband—yes, your husband, be that as it may, you still pinch yourself damn every day—is recording a short video for his fans. Felt the need to condemn some nefarious hooligans, using his good name in vain, for their personal gain. Ordering them to never do shit like that ever again. And warning his fans not to interact with frauds on social media who falsely represent themselves as him.
Watching him from the other end of the room, you’ve never been happier to be Mrs. Hunnam.
Charlie acknowledges to his audience that he doesn’t do stuff like this very often. “So, I don’t usually, um—make videos like this, but...”
While he records you keep distant and quiet; your marriage is thankfully private. No one else in the world needs to know that a humble civilian girl is the love of his life, and his wife, and his full-time cock-worshiping slut.
Speaking of being such a slut... you’re currently wearing nothing but Jax Teller’s legendary kutte. It’s one of your husband’s most prized possessions, hung in pride of place in his closet—he never lets anyone touch it. It’s sacred, and strictly off-limits. But on certain occasions, he tells you to strip your ass naked... and then put his kutte on so that he can fuck you in it.
So right before this little video, no more than five minutes ago, that’s what he just did. You reminisce about it, while Charlie carries on scolding the scum of the internet. “You know—far be it from me to dictate what anyone is doing, other than: if you’re using my name to do some nefarious shit...”
Meanwhile you figure you should change into a somewhat respectable outfit, smiling to yourself as you think about all the ‘nefarious shit’ you and your husband do. The whole world has no clue...
And you have no clue—though you probably should—that as soon as you take off this kutte, to put some proper shirt and pants on... your bare skin captures Charlie’s attention. And just as any dirty bastard would, now he’s already thinking of the next nefarious thing he’s gonna do to you.
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Charlie mentions on the video that he hasn’t left the house in a long while. As he says it he looks over at you with a chuckle and a thirsty little smile. He tries to keep it subtle, but it’s hard for him to focus when you’re half-naked and all he can think about is just how lucky he is you’re his girl. In the meantime he’s saying on record how it’s a weird time for the world, what with social distancing and isolation, and how angry he is that people would be using his good name to manipulate others in the middle of such an insane global situation.
2020 has certainly been a strange year. But you’ve been so blessed to spend every damn minute of lockdown with your loving husband, in this house that you’ve made your home, as Mr. and Mrs. Charlie Hunnam. Home is where the heart is and yours is right here.
Your man signs off, sending his fans all of his love. Well, not quite all of it of course—to be sure, the best and biggest part of his heart is all yours.
So is 100% of his dick. The two of you have been fucking roughly five times a day in the midst of this global pandemic. ‘Roughly’ as in ‘approximately’—though fortunately for you, the other meaning applies too, more often than not. After all your husband is a literal sex god.
By now you’ve put on a pink lacy bra and panties with one of Jax’s SAMCRO T-shirts thrown over your torso. So you’re hardly respectably dressed but much more so, compared to when you were in only his kutte a few moments ago.
You had been considering pants but decided against it given that this men’s tee is plenty to cover up most of your skin. It’s all soft and comfy and smells of him. Wearing his clothes as often as you want is one of the thousands of benefits of being Mrs. Hunnam.
But the biggest benefit is the enormous piece of meat between his legs. Which always treats you to the world’s most epic sex.
“Well, that was distracting as fuck,” your man playfully scolds as he slams his laptop shut. Through his grey sweatpants you can see that he’s already hard as a rock. “Good thing the camera didn’t catch sight of my cock. You cheeky little slut.”
“What? Love, it’s not as if you’ve never seen me with my clothes off...” you scoff, with a provocative bat of your lashes as he slowly crosses the room toward you.
“You think that makes the sight of you any less stunning?” he asks as he takes in the view. Although your top is mostly covered by this tee, your legs are bare to see, and Charlie loves seeing his clothes on his woman. “You know nothing, Mrs. Hunnam.”
He then approaches till he’s close enough to place his hands upon your hips, to hear your heated breathing, taste the next words from your lips: “Enlighten me, then.”
Your husband clicks his tongue at you as if he seriously disapproves. You often jump at any chance for 50 Shades roleplay given the role that he turned down some time ago and Charlie is all too familiar with your moves. “Now, Y/N, I think you just mixed up two very separate pop culture references.”
“Then maybe you should educate me on the differences...” you suggest. Of course you’re well aware that Christian Grey and Jon Snow are two very different men, and Charlie knows that but it’s fun for you to both pretend. “You’re the movie star, after all. What does this so-called ‘enlightenment’ involve?”
He smiles and shakes his head, referring back to the first time that he played Mr. Grey in the bedroom as if you could ever forget. “I’ve already given you a lesson in proper submission.”
“Well, I guess I didn’t listen.”
“I doubt that,” he purrs, suddenly reaching to rip the shirt off of your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “You look prettier without that.”
You hadn’t resisted at all but it’s fun to pretend that you had. Scowling at him as if you’re mad, you then reach up and tap your palm against the top of his head with a patronizing pat. “Well, you looked better with the hat.”
Charlie gasps as if appalled, insulted to the core of his soul. “Hey, that’s not fair...!”
“I told you to do something with your hair,” you remind him of the brief conversation you’d had before he recorded. Acting as if you’re seriously scolding him though you both know you’re not at all. “Or at least to keep that fucking hat on over it. Instead you showed up looking like a chicken with that ridiculous tuft sticking out at the back of your head, and then admitted to the world you need to get your hair sorted.”
There’s a mirror on the wall nearby, and you gesture toward it, so that Charlie can see with his own two eyes. He realizes he really does look like the world’s sexiest chicken. “So what, now looking like a chicken is a sin?”
“Of course it is.”
He flashes you a precious pout, knowing you’ll be desperate to kiss it off his mouth. “But you once told me I could strut around in a potato sack and still look gorgeous.”
It’s all too true yet you refuse to take the bait. Instead decide to make him wait. “I just said that to butter you up so you’d marry me, sucker.”
“Motherfucker—!” Charlie gasps again, as you start running away from him flapping your arms like a chicken.
You laugh back at him. “More like motherclucker!”
The two of you are very adult—perhaps to a fault—when it comes to the hot filthy sex that you have with him. Honestly filthy as hell. But when it comes to foreplay and teasing and everything else... you are literally just a couple of overgrown idiot children.
Charlie chases you all through the halls and downstairs to the kitchen. “Don’t tempt me into punishing you!”
Needless to say you want him to. “Oooh, you mean with that big cock-a-doodle-doo?”
He finally catches you as you run to the living room, your laughter picking up in volume, pinning you down to the sofa as he ruins you with his icy blue stare. “Shut up about the fucking hair.”
His hands are so close to your neck and you just wish that he would put them there and squeeze. “Mmm, but you’re so much fun to tease...”
Instead of choking you, he drops his hands down toward your chest, tracing the lacy fabric of your bra to grab your breasts, tenderly stroking you. “I bet you think this is when I say to get on your fucking knees.”
You moan at the touch of his talented fingers, begging in a breathless whisper. “Fuck, yes please...?”
“No,” he responds, so brutally denying what his woman wants. “For once, that’s not how this is gonna go. Sit up.”
He props you comfortably in position, amidst all the cushions. Ignoring your urge to get down on the floor, in submission, serve him as his cocksucking whore. Play your usual role as the good little slut. “But—”
“Stay up,” he interrupts. “I don’t wanna play rough. Today I’m feeling soft.”
“Well, that’s a lie...” you reply, lowering your eyes, one hand reaching to graze the prize bulging between his thighs.
“Hands off the merchandise. Let me indulge in playing nice.”
“But whyyy?” you protest with a sigh. “I’ve been such a bitch, hoping that I would get punished for it...”
Your man just shakes his gorgeous chicken-haired head. “You mean rewarded. There’s no point in getting punished when you’re gunning for it.”
Well, fuck him for being so fucking correct. “Charlie...”
“Shhh,” he hushes you softly, as you realize that this is how you’re getting punished: he hears your inner cockslut loud and clear but is determined to ignore it. “Just lie back and let me love this body that belongs to me. Admire and adore it.”
And at those words off of his lips, which he seals with a loving kiss... you lose all power and desire to resist. You’re so completely fucking his. As eager as you always are for rough and filthy sex—as much as part of you will always want to beg—you’re equally obsessed with this. Getting lost in his touch, sweet kisses and caresses from the man you love so much, drowning in the pure magic of romantic bliss.
You love each other so much it’s ridiculous. Hilarious. Downright nefarious.
Within seconds both of your clothes are gone, like they were never even on. His every move is slow yet sudden all at once. The warmth of his soft lips and tongue lavishing love across your chest, his mouth latching around your breast, two fingers slipping in the hot flood of your cunt. Thumb playing with your swollen clit, as he keeps passionately sucking on your tits.
Time fucking bends, seconds to minutes, hours even, as your man descends, until his mouth is where his hand had been—when did that even happen?—every inch of his tongue sending you to heaven. Soon enough he seamlessly replaces his mouth with his cock, and by then... fuck, you’re honestly done. So far gone. He never has to ask to know exactly what you want, because he’s everything you want. And need and love.
As mind-blowing as Charlie is at playing rough, he’s just as good at being soft. He’s all about the fluff and stuff. One tender hand sweeping a strand of hair behind your ear, the other reaching down to pull you near.
There are so many words he doesn’t have to say for you to hear.
Just how grateful he is, that you are his. To have you here. It’s been a weird and crazy year—so fucking weird—and heavy with the weight of blood and tears, the whole world literally plagued with pain and fear. But the love that you share with your husband, is the one thing that’s always constant, true and clear.
And the love he makes... cradles your heart till it’s so full it aches, fucking breaks, as your whole body quakes and the earth fucking shakes. Knowing that he will spend all his life putting every last piece into its perfect place, and holding it together whatever it takes.
It’s not fair that a man like this even exists. Let alone that you’re so fucking blessed to be his. It’s some serious, downright nefarious shit. Gazing up into his eyes of endless blue, you realize for the thousandth time no girl in all the world is luckier than you.
And of course once this session of soft tender loving is through—then, to make all your deepest and dirtiest dreams cum true... there are at least fifty thousand shades of filthy shit your nefarious husband can do.
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