#she can crush me like a watermelon
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can that anon come talk to me at cockneydio real quick I want to talk just talk nothing violent
It's okay, I went to lunch and remembered that Strelitzia owns the contract I made with the Tumblr Gods and if I go 24 hours without thinking about her or making a post that's vaguely about her, this blog will spontaneously combust
#toast talks#powerful memories were in that soup#also I just like her. not even like only in her ship with bruno or leone but as her own individual character#and I feel like a lot of people miss the fact that I have put *so* much work into Strel#not just Strel actually but Miele and Espe too#I can take them out of their respective ships and they would still be their own characters because that's what I like to do#also she's hot and I'd let her crush me with her thighs as though I was nothing but a ripe watermelon
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(first time doing a ask bare with me)
pretty please a continue of the house distribution thing. the fic where she does military housing to afford rent. just a continuation please 🙏🏽
feel free to skip if your mind is just blank with ideas for it x
simon riley / afab! reader • part one
cw: dubcon, intoxication, spanking, wedgies, degradation, dacryphilia, very mild puppy play (mostly just pet names)
"Well, aren' you a sight."
Much like the lamplight, his voice is low. Mocking, almost. You'd think he were amused if it weren't for the dangerous way his eyes assess your sorry state, raking the lines of your bare legs to the way your dress wraps tight around your chest. It almost escapes you that he's maskless at first, so entranced by the glint of his pupils, the shadowed irises that pinch a deep, very primal nerve in you.
His lips curl into an uneven sneer, scar dissecting the bottom and running down to his chin. You wipe your nose with the heel of your hand, giving your best attempt at an apathetic shrug.
"I had fun."
"Did'ya now?" He laughs humourlessly. "Mus' have different ideas of fun, me and you. Can' see the fun in getting pissed out'f my mind, worryin' the people in your life by stayin' out s'late."
Spite flares, fear slinking back your throat to make room for the petulance that froths on your tongue like venom. It completely poisons his admission to the fact that he'd been worried, turns it into something pathetic and hypocritical. You storm closer. Wild. Angry.
"That's fucking rich coming from you. What is your idea of fun, then, Lieutenant? Tormenting women who open up their home to you? Walking in on them in the bathroom, pissing all over the fucking seat? Does it grant you satisfaction to make people so uncomfortable that they'd rather be anywhere but with you?"
His jaw tenses, a "careful, pet." grunted under his breath, but he makes no move to stop you. Just continues sitting on your couch, legs spread, simmering. Waiting for you to tire out.
"Shut the fuck up. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can hardly be at bloody peace in my own house anymore! You're- You're... A fucking nightmare, Riley! So excuse me if I went out and enjoyed myself when I haven't been able to do so in weeks!"
By the end of your little tirade, you're an even worse mess than you had been before. Flyaways stick to your sweaty temple, mascara rims your blown eyes. Your panting does nothing to calm the frantic race of your heart, which beats at your ribcage like doldrums to war. You can feel the effects of it everywhere; your pulse, hot and quick, at your eyebrow, your wrists, the arch of your foot.
Riley stands. Your lip trembles.
You're so close now that your gaze is level with his chest. Tall. You'd forgotten how tall he was. Or how wide. Or dangerous. His biceps – bare given his tight-fitted t-shirt, tree-trunk large and enough to crush watermelons – tense, and all-too-suddenly, you find your jaw clutched in a bruising grip. He jerks your head up so your eyes meet his.
"Simon." He mutters. "But you don't get to call me tha', or anything at all but Sir."
"Letmegomff–" You're rendered mute when his thumb and forefinger press your cheeks together, but that certainly doesn't stop you from whining.
"Y'wanna know my idea of a good time?" Purely rhetorical, of course. Aside from not being able to answer him, it doesn't matter what you want. There's a clear direction this seems to be heading towards – someplace where the hand pawing your ass continues lower, or where the length in his pants fits down your throat. Someplace not unwelcome by you, despite the way you thrash and cry in his arms. "It's putting foul things like you in their place."
He shucks your dress over your ass, the fabric bunching around your waist, and hooks a fist in the waistline of your soaked panties. Your mind is so foggy, influenced by shitty tequila and the subspace Simon bullies you into embracing, that you don't process the cause of your pain immediately. Don't correlate it to the way he pulls upward, your underwear bunching into a tight line that cleaves between your ass-cheeks and rubs abrasively against your poor clit. Don't– can't confront it until the force literally picks you up off the floor, toes barely touching the ground, held up by a wedgie and the grip around your jaw alone.
Tears spring to your lash line, tracing miserable treks down your cheeks. His thumb swipes what it can away, pushing the salty water into your mouth, and stays there while you lap at his calloused fingertips.
"There we go. Look at you, brainless mutt. Jus' need something on your cunt and something in your mouth to keep you quiet, hm? Happy to hang li'e this for hours, I bet."
Your muffled yell is met with another laugh, thumb pushing deeper into your mouth to shut you up.
"Shh, I know. Still need'ta be taught a lesson. I haven' forgotten." The stitches on your panties begin to tear, the rips loud and relieving, especially when you start to sag back down to the floor. Simon doesn't take it with any kind of urgency, though he cocks his head at the way you blink up at him, lashes fanning in rapid succession. An unspoken, desperate plea. "Was gonna hold out, get you sobered up for your punishment. But you're practically itchin' for it, aren' you?"
He puppets your head into an enthusiastic nod, which he meets with a faux huff.
"Course you are." The forbearing quality of his tone is promptly betrayed by the way you're manhandled over his lap. Pivoting one hand opposite to the other, he's able to sit on the couch and get you thrown over his thighs in a mere matter of seconds. "Normally I'd make y'count, but I figure you're too far gone for that. Jus' try to keep your wailing quiet."
Your underwear gives in with a final tug, ripping from the soaked gusset to become nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric around your hips. Simon swipes the tattered remains off your raised bottom, taking longer than necessary to smooth over the area. It's all the indication you need to what's coming – his rough palm teases the nerve endings below your softer skin, bringing them to frenzied life. Preparing them to hurt.
When he breaks away, you hold your breath.
The air behind you whistles as his hand comes down.
A sharp, resounding crack fractures the baited silence of the room. Your mouth flies open. Searing pain roars across your backside like wildfire, worsening every second it's exposed to open elements. Your scream is belated, thunder to the lightening, tearing from your throat only after the initial shock subsides.
A series of lighter blows land on alternating cheeks, two fingers returning to gag you through the onslaught. Unlike his thumb, these reach the very back of your tonsils, prompting wet gags as they fondle with your throat. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, slicking your chin with lipstick-tinted fluid.
"Fuckin' beautiful when you're not givin' an attitude, puppy. All stupid and submissive, cunt droolin' on my lap."
You groan, choke, then cry some more when his spanks grow incrementally harsher again. Gratefully, they're never in the same place twice. He beats the top of your thighs, your lower back, the sides of your hips. Your cheeks especially, which start to emit a steady kind of heat the longer he keeps it up.
Eventually, as a matter of coping, your brain starts to consider the cruel sting as pleasurable instead, sending little bolts of pleasure directly to your clit every time his hand comes down on your ass. It swells, fattening up with blood, pressing tighter against the steady mass of his thigh. Inadvertently, you start rutting against it to find more of the same relief, humping his leg like the dog he's making you out to be.
It doesn't escape his notice, of course.
His foot pushes one of your flailing ankles outward so that your legs are spread, pussy made vulnerable to his scrutiny. The next slap is thus aimed straight at your fluttering hole, slick doing nothing to affect his deadly precision. When it lands, it lands exactly where he meant for it to, and introduces you to a whole other degree of pain that has you seeing stars. You're openly bawling around his fingers now, vision so cloudy you can't tell light from dark.
"Didn' like tha', did you?"
"Nngh– nmmph!"
"There's more where it came from, pup. Best listen to everythin' I say from now on, then, 'less you wan' your little hole beat black 'n' blue."
Simon stresses his point by tracing the seam of your cunt, collecting the lubrication there to smear across the hotspot at the top. Presses into it. Grants you a little gratification, as if to say: and here's what you can have if you behave.
"You gonna be a good pet?"
This time, he withdraws his fingers from your maw. Expects a response, even though it takes you ages to recover from the lack of oxygen. You swallow the saliva pooling behind your teeth, inhaling ragged gasps that make your lungs ache.
He pinches your clit when you take too long. Lightly, but it's enough.
"Yes! Yes, s-sir. I'll be good."
#please no one mention this degenerate piece of writing to me ever again#simon 'ghost' riley x reader#tw dubcon#༄dee answers#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon 'ghost' riley#simon riley#ghost#x afab reader#call of duty#cod
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Trailer park Steve AU part 12
part 1 | part 11 | ao3
ha haaaa, i lied about waiting until monday. cw: angst, gory imagery, implied prescription drug abuse
In his dream it’s raining pills.
Steve is crying in his car as rainbow pellets rain from the sky, and then he’s pounding on the Munson’s door while the pills burst into fine powder against his hair, his skin, his clothes. Eddie doesn’t come to the door but suddenly he’s there, teleported outside of it, apologizing right away when Steve demands to know what’s wrong.
“I don’t understand what happened.”
A flash of eyes, of lips; his face doesn’t fully form, but he sweeps one of those perusing looks all over Steve, sees his frayed edges and invites him in to stitch them up.
They talk and laugh for hours — dream logic where the seconds are minutes are years — letting their knees knock together, letting their pinky fingers brush. All the while little pills plink plink against the siding, pharmaceutical hail storm, and suddenly it's morning; Steve has drifted off; Steve has never slept so well. There’s a throw blanket made of cat fur and the smell of coffee and scrambled eggs, Wayne humming sleepily to himself at the stove, waving a spatula in greeting when he spots Steve getting up.
“Mornin'!” he grins. “Ed’s still sleepin’, but feel free to stick around.”
Outside the rain comes harder, heavy knocks against the roof, and when Steve peers into the pan he sees that Wayne’s frying up dead birds. "Just about ready."
He spears a fork into a wing. The feathers start to smoke. “You take your coffee black?”
—
“Ma, you gotta get a job.”
“Hmm?”
She’s watching I Love Lucy.
Steve's head is in his hands.
His elbows are going numb where they’re propped on the breakfast table, and his temples throb, a steady band of pressure like a giant's palm around the sides and back of his skull, pulsing down his aching neck. He’s been staring at next month’s budget for so long it looks like hyro…hiero—?
Whatever. Egyptian shit.
He can’t tell if he’s shit at math or if the math just doesn’t work, but either way it’s not working, and neither is his fucking mom, and he finds himself thinking about this one time in middle school when they took a field trip to a factory with a big hydraulic press. Got to tour the control room; got to pick which fruits to crush.
He remembers the watermelon most vividly of all: the way the rind groaned under the machine’s steady weight, splintering slivers snaked over striped flesh; slowly, slowly, then suddenly, boom!!
Watermelon guts on the concrete floor.
(That was also the first time he got to touch a girl's butt; all the girl's squealed and jumped back from the explosion, and one of them backed herself right into his hand. It was Liz Collins, and it was one hundred percent an accident, because, like, gross, Liz Collins, but still.
Memorable day for two reasons.
God, he needs a nap.)
“A job, ma,” he sighs, a little louder this time. “I can... I don’t know, I can maybe ask around, see if anybody’s hiring? Or- talk to Claudia. Or Karen,” he snaps his fingers by his ear, “or Joyce! She might— yeah. Yeah, she might be able to call and put in a good word at Melvalds...”
She might also be busy being far the fuck away from here. He taps his pencil against his cheek as envy crashes over him. He should be in California. Should spend his time hitting on beach babes and surfing sunny waves instead of drowning in debt and wondering why he’s on a first-name basis with so many random moms.
His mom still hasn’t acknowledged a single word he's said. "Hello? Ma? What d'you think?"
She turns to look at him finally. Gives him a dreamy, lovely smile.
She always was so pretty. “…I’m sorry; what were you saying?”
—
Steve flushes his mom’s pills.
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part 13
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#trailer park steve au#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#wayne munson#steve harrington's parents#st fic#my writing#my fic
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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts: CH37
Ma'am, that down there is a crocodile. That's just a croc.
It's like watching someone poke a wasp's nest for fun.
You know, when in contrast with Kabru, Laios' utter inability to correctly judge people and their reactions is ten times funnier.
Kabru is really here tilting his head to the side like a dog trying to figure out a puzzle, but what he's actually attempting to comprehend is whether Laios is playing 4d chess or whether he's really that stupid.
And boy. The answer may not surprise you at all.
Gotta love how ride or die Chillchuck is. He complains the most, but as soon as he's on the fire he's like 'well, I guess I'm sticking with these idiots until the very end'. Marcille does one (1) illegal magic and he's already planning alibis in this head. Gotta love him.
Really not helping with the suspicious allegations, guys.
Yeah, the cleaners (not you) erased the magic circle (finally) after a long time (almost 24 hours). Thanks in no part to your efforts to extricate yourself from these allegations.
Marcille, it's like you don't WANT to be an evil end-game villain! Come on, I'm rooting for you!
Oh great, now you gotta revive another one.
.......w...wait a minute.
uh ohhh she's not so 'eepy anymore.
Hm. Reasonable. Reasonable responses. I'm--SENSHSI IS THAT MORE ONIGIRI
......can't argue with that. Can't argue at all.That's. One hell of a form .
Guess the dragon can fly now.
Laios, let her have her sparkledog dragon fursona, jeez. Even Senshi knows better than to be judgemental of someone's first furry oc.
(⊙_⊙;) whoop.
ಥ_ಥ She's so cute. I'm so conflicted.
Marcille, girlie, I hate to break it to you, but I think the issue is beyond a bit of confusion. She just crushed a woman like a watermelon against the ground. She's having a bit of murderous fun. It's fine to be into that, we're all gay here, but have some sense, girl. You need a safeword for that.
Yeah, no, Chillchuck has the right idea here.
To that point. Did anyone try to talk to her before attacking? Who struck first? In this instance, we don't know. COULD she be talked down at all?
............why is this giving me pre-trainer world pokemon vibes. Why.
I'm sure you would...
Oof. Right in the brother instinct.
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
#dungeon meshi#dungeon meshi liveblog#dungeon meshi quick reacts#chekhov reads dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon
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FAVORITES
Want fics that don't just revolve around smut? Read these!
Fandoms include: jjk, bnha, haikyuu, aot, marvel, tvd
GOJO SATORU
Intrinsic Warmth — thatdesklamp (ao3)
Summary: “So stay with me. Forever.”
You make a weak stab at a joke. “For Infinity, you mean?”
“Yeah.” Satoru turns to look at you and your heart jumps at the clear expression on his face. There’s not a hint of humour: for once, he’s fully and completely serious. “For the rest of my life, and for all the lives after.”
-
You meet Satoru on 7th September, 1996.
Some time later, you realise you love him.
Notes: HOLY FUCK I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!?!?!??! THE ANGST?!?!? THE PINING?!?!?!? I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!!!!!!!! THE AUTHOR WASN'T FUCKING AROUND WHEN SHE WROTE THIS!!!
gods, monsters, monkeys — yuzudrops (ao3)
Summary: A grossly under-qualified graduate of Jujutsu High is hired to teach a class of Special Grades. They learn there is more to strength than power. It doesn't end well.
Notes: chefs kisses, literally one of THE best gojo fics out there
Keep a Place For Me — alkhale (ao3)
Summary: A quiet story that takes place a little before Gojo Satoru was born to be the greatest shaman of this era, his youth, triumphs, losses, and his inherent rise to a place unknown by anyone else.
And the one person who bore witness to it all.
Notes: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS YET, YOU ARE SERIOUSLY MISSING OUT
take me down (to the depths of your depravity) — Innka (ao3)
Summary: The story starts with you standing in the pouring rain. All you remember are your orders.
Gojo Satoru. Look for the white hair and the baby blues.
"This will be easy," they said. "White hair and baby blues, eyes like the sky. Pull him in, fatten him up and send him to the devil. In and out, one and done."
"You can do this with your eyes closed," they said.
"This will be easy," they said.
They were wrong.
Notes: Read trigger warnings first
watermelon sugar why — Innka (ao3)
Summary: You had marched into his office, looking like your life was in his hands. You held out an excursion request. For a beach trip, of all things. By the time Gojo finished reading it, he had wanted to do exactly three things: sign the paper, laugh in your face, and bend you over on his desk to fuck you until you were screaming his name.
Not necessarily in that order.
Notes: this is a one shot but i live for pining satoru so
all that is solid melts into air — GrilledTandooriSmoke (ao3)
Summary: Curse user.
The words weigh heavy like lead on your tongue. Something that needs to be swished around before it's spat back out like the black gunk it is. Evil and vile jujutsu sorcerers who would dare turn on humanity in the never-ending war against curses.
And it just so happens you come from a family of them.
Alternatively: political machinations have you attending Jujutsu Tech at the same time as Gojo Satoru.
Notes: in love with this
among dawn flowers (the face of god) — unolvrs (ao3)
Summary: Your grandmother calls the young master of the Gojō Clan a boy-god, and you, his destined bride who will further the cause of the All-Seeing Eyes.
—or, you are raised to be Satoru’s bride and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. (Everything is.)
Notes: i love angst
the witches' brew — orphan_account (ao3)
Summary: You are the co-owner of a small café in a small, eccentric district in Tokyo that is notorious for bizarre murders and supernatural occurrences.
You think you’ve seen it all, but it turns out that nothing comes close to the man wearing a bad Kakashi cosplay who terrorizes you with his increasingly complicated and awful drink orders.
Notes: im devastated i didn't get to see who actually wrote this
5 + 1 — script_nef (orphan_account) (ao3)
Summary: 5 times Gojou had a date with you and 1 time you realised it was a date.
Alt title: Watch Gojou be really obvious about his crush but it goes completely over your head every time. Well, nearly every time.
Notes: kicked my feet a couple times while reading this
Ripverse — seoafin (ao3)
Summary: “You don't need to worry about anything like dying. I won't let anything happen to you," he says quietly, and it sounds like a promise.
You wait for the punchline. The part where he laughs it off as a joke, and then tells you to snap yourself out of it in a way you would’ve expected from him in the past. But he’s dead serious.
Notes: This is a series of one shots in the same univ with the same character, i just used the summary for the very first part
FUSHIGURO TOJI
(and your love is) standing next to me — shidouryusei (ao3)
Summary: “I wanna meet your son.”
You regret what you’ve said the second the words leave your lips.
“Why the hell do you wanna meet my kid?”
Notes: holy hell is this one of the best toji fics out there
BAKUGO KATSUKI
what heroes do — sugiwa (ao3)
Summary: Shouto didn't know much about his twin sister. She was an Edgeshot fan, had a raging collection of manga, and liked Natsuo the best.
She also wasn't supposed to be at U.A., but he sure as hell wasn't telling their father about it.
Notes: i am not kidding when i say that even tho this thing has almost 600k words (it's a monster!!), i have reread this so many times it's not even funny anymore
MIYA ATSUMU
WHITE NOISE — 1keshi (ao3)
Summary: you’ve always loved atsumu— that was the problem.
(alternatively, you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do?)
Notes: lovelovelove
You Found Me — Amy_Stark117 (ao3)
Summary: Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way.
You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class.
Life is really funny like that, isn't it?
Notes: 10/10
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
premonition of love — peacchy (ao3)
Summary: A day after the freak quick duo sneaks into Shiratorizawa campus grounds, Ushijima gets summoned by his school’s student disciplinary committee.
Rule breached?
Assisted Trespassing.
While he steps out of the office with more than just a case under his name, you (unknowingly) step into the affluent stratum of Miyagi’s controlled elite.
In a world of either-or’s, you’re caught in between.
And possibly something more.
Notes: yall listen before this, i was NOT an ushijima girlie. now, i am ;)) this ff also has a love triangle in it (ushijima x reader x sakusa) with alternative endings (though it's not completed yet)
Shoot the Ball — alkhale (ao3)
Summary: As captain of the dying Shiratorizawa Kyudo Club, you're sick and tired of the biased favoritism that goes to the showier sports. Especially the worst of them all—the boy's volleyball team.
You're determined to show the entire school how great archery is, get the funding your club deserves, and by the end of it all, make the entire school a fan of your archery.
You just didn't know you already had a fan from the start.
And he may or may not be captain of the one team on campus you have a personal vendetta against.
Notes: i love alkhale so much
LEVI ACKERMAN
1,000 Steps — BaddieCurlsXo (ao3)
Summary: You're being torn away to another world every new moon, unable to connect the dots or find any real meaning in your travels. That is, until one night you stumble upon a man with grey eyes and a green cape, who asks you, rather suspiciously, "what are you doing outside the walls?"
Notes: lovette
Death's Door — SongsOfApollo (ao3)
Summary: You spent years of your life under the guidance of Dr. Helfen, the greatest physician inside Wall Sina. Now a physician yourself, you work alongside him with pride: stitching up wounds, nursing the sick, and helping to save the lives of many. But after the Battle of Trost, rapid changes begin to take place, starting with an inquiry from none other than Commander Erwin Smith and Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.
You have heard many tales from surviving Survey Corps soldiers on what it’s like on the outside: to face a Titan, to feel overwhelming dread, to watch your fellow man perish in such an insulting, gruesome way. You’ve witnessed the effects of Titans on the people you’ve doctored. Now you are to experience the horror firsthand.
You are to join the Scout Regiment as their field surgeon, and you will do so under the direct command of Captain Levi.
Notes: one of my fav fics of levi
BUCKY BARNES
Vacant Mirrors — pilotisms (ao3)
Summary: Dr. Hart shares an office with Dr. Raynor.
You share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.
Notes: felt like crying even tho the ending wasn't angsty
Safe with me — bitsandbobsandstuff (ao3)
Summary: When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.
Notes: Holy freaking heck was this beautiful. The plot? Chefs kisses. The writing? Chefs kisses. Reader's personality? Chefs kisses. The romance between reader and bucky? CHEFS FUCKING KISSESSSSS.
In The Shadow Of Your Wings — emmagnetised (ao3)
Summary: Margaret Stark is five years old when the Winter Soldier comes for her and her parents. But she survives the attack and is returned to her brother, though she's left broken and traumatised. She grows with a promise she made to herself on the night of the car crash. A mission.
This is the story of Maggie forging herself into her own hero, into something that no one expects: The Wyvern.
Notes: if you're a delulu marvel stan and haven't read anything by emmagnetised yet, are you even a delulu marvel stan?? p.s there is also an alternative for this story, go check it out on the author's acc on ao3 if you're interested!
STEVE ROGERS
The Siren — emmagnetised (ao3)
Summary: Austrian-born Alice Moser is new to Brooklyn when she meets and befriends a small blonde kid called Steve Rogers. Years later tragedy puts an ocean between them. When they meet again everything is different - Steve is about to go to war, and Alice is going to make the SSR an offer they can't refuse: her services as an undercover agent within the very heart of Nazi Germany.
The path is already written. The whole world knows the stories of Captain America and the Siren. Or do they?
Notes: ISTG IF U DON'T GO READ THIS MASTERPIECE RN
LOKI
A Twist of Marvel — GeneralofLoki (wattpad)
Summary: Naomi Swanson is fresh out of college, working as an assistant in a small paper supply company and inhaling coffee by the gallons. When an accident knocked her out, Naomi woke up in a world she had only seen through screens.
Armed only with her phone and a questionable data plan, Naomi attempts not to be killed as she comes face-to-face with the Avengers, and so much more.
Notes: do not and i repeat do NOT underestimate this just because it's a wattpad story ;)) it's literally the best girl goes to alternative dimension story in the mcu universe out there!!
KLAUS MIKAELSON
descent — tothelakes (wattpad)
Summary (since the summary on this one is a little long I'll be giving a brief description instead): Rory, the twin sister of Elena, unknowingly dates Klaus, the terrifying hybrid determined to sacrifice her sister. When the Mystic Falls events start, cue the beginning of their tumultuous journey as secrets are revealed and feelings come to light.
Notes: this is probably the best klaus fic to ever grace the world of fanfictions.
#jjk#gojou satoru x reader#gojo saturo#jujutsu kaisen#bnha#bakugou katsuki#bakugo katuski x reader#haikyuu!!#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#ushijima x reader#ushijima wakatoshi#attack on titan#aot#levi ackerman x reader#marvel#avengers#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x oc#steve rogers x oc#loki x oc#klaus mikaelson x oc#tvd#the vampire diaries#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x oc#bakugo katsuki x oc#ao3fic
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His balls are huge. I can feel it in my soul!!
i say this too much so here we are besties
content : fem!reader x rook, ball sucking, public sex, library sex, cum swallowing, slight shoe humping mentions
18+ Minors dni!!!
“I can’t believe I’m even asking this…but do tell, how are you undoubtedly certain?”
“I just know it. I have that kind of sense, ya know?”
Cater could only roll his eyes. There was no way this conversation was happening right now. In front of his lunch no less. Thank god lunch was nearly over, cause he couldn’t eat anymore. Not after hearing about how _______ was dead certain her crush, the vice housewarden of Pomefiore, had huge breeder balls. He didn’t even want to think about that guy naked. Yet, this was the current lunch topic, as Trey was busy this afternoon.
“That’s…great. Can I please eat in peace?”
______ turned to her friend, watermelon chunk on her fork. She’d been eating this entire time. It was as if the conversation topic was just something as casual as homework answers to her. She completely unphased. ______ bit down on the watermelon, shrugging to the guy before her.
“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Cater groaned.
“What?!”
“Nothing. Just forget it! I’m going to the library for study hall, early.”
“I’ll come with then!”
Cater only groaned once more as he stood up, grabbing his tray. “If you’re coming, then no more nasty discussion, ‘kay? I gotta study or Riddle’ll kill me.”
“Aye, aye!”
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______ stayed true to her word. She even was actively studying alongside of Cater. She went looking for a book though, deep in the stacks. Sometimes potions class was a pain in the butt. There were so many cryptic ingredients that she knew next to nothing about.
The only issue was every damn book that explained those ingredients was up on the highest shelf. God forbid this school have accessible shelves. No, ofc ourse, they need to have six foot and then some tall shelves.
As she reached and stretched the best she could, she felt a broad, strong mass press into her. A hand came up, gracefully pulling the book she required from the shelf.
“Here you are,” mused a voice.
______turned to look over her shoulder, and none other than Rook Hunt stood there, pressed into her. He didn’t back up at all. Rook grinned down to ______, his free hand coming to grab her waist, rooting her there.
“Madame, how good to see you!~”
“You too, Rook,” she sheepishly smiled. She could feel her cheeks burning. Fuck. He was hot. His eyes pierced right through her like an arrow.
“You know, a lil birdie told me something.”
“O-Oh yeah?”
“You have a hypothesis about a specific part of my body is what I heard at lunch.”
“I!”
“It’s okay. You’re more than welcome to find out.”
At this, ______ felt something long and hard press into her ass. She was burning up and she was growing wet. She was going to get to see the Rook Hunt’s cock and fat, fat balls. She wasdrooling at the thought.
“May I?” she asked all too eager.
“Please, go right ahead”
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Her eyes rolled right back into her head as she sucked on his fat balls. They felt sooo good in her mouth. She drooled all over them, salivating at the heady scent and taste she consumed. ______ could barely even stifle the obscene noises that she made. Let alone, the moan that she let out about the testicle that filled her mouth.
“Good girl,” Rook drawled. His hand grabbed a fistful of ______’s hair, pulling her in further, causing her to gag.
______ was thoroughly enjoying herself now. Her pussy smeared its juice all over Rook’s boot as she rubbed her clit desperate for any friction. Spit was dribbling down her chin. She was in ecstasy. A true dream. Finally, a pair of huge, fat balls full of hot, white cum. And they were all her’s. No one else’s.
Rook threw back his head against the bookshelf, hat dropping from his head. She was good at this, far better than he’d imagined she’d be when he overheard her at lunch. And the absolute messy display of a whore before him was hotter than hell. In fact, Rook may have just found his new favorite toy. And it was better than bothering that prefect of Savanaclaw could ever be.
Rook’s balls began tightening and he bucked into ______ more fervently than before. Her hand reached up, gently teasing at the head of Rook’s fat cock, urging it to cum all over her. Her thumb circled about the slit in his cock, spreading the precum that leaked out. All the while, her hand rubbed and squeezed what she could reach, daring Rook to let go. Daring him to cum and make a mess just for her.
Through hooded, lust fulled eyes, Rook saw the devious wanton look in ______’s eyes. God, she’s a goddess, he could only think. He yanked her off of his pulsating balls, posing his cock’s head before her lips before she could whine in complaint.
“Princeese, take it nice and deep,” he commanded in a shaky breath. But ______ didn’t need any instructions. Rook barely finished his sentence, before ______ began to suck on the tip of his cock.
She moaned, teasing him, with each inch she’d swallow up. Her tight throat constricted about Rook’s sensitive cock.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. His grip on her hair tightened, burying the last few centimeters of his cock in ______’s mouth. With a deep grunt, Rook keeled in on himself, shooting hot cum down ______’s throat. Those emerald eyes rolled back as he stifled a groan, his cock scraping against her uvula.
But ______ didn’t even flinch. She drank every drop of his hot salty cum, a dazed grin forming as she pulled herself off him. ______ gently licked off any remaining cum that dared to escape before grinning up at him mischievously.
“It seems my hypothesis was correct,” she snickered, placing his fallen hat upon her head.
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Sweetheart can crush a watermelon between her thighs and I KNOW it
AND YOU'RE 100% RIGHT
18+ MDNI PLS I BLACKED OUT ON THIS
NO PENETRATION HAPPENS BUT STILL OTHER STUFF HAPPENS
(Leg Humping, thigh licking, Sweetheart being mean😱😱, praise, hair pulling, thigh kissing, thumb sucking, threatening(at the end) femdom? Yeah i think, choking (at the end), degradation, cumming in pants) idk what to call the last one 😭😭
Woooooo babes when Graves arrogantly dared Sweetheart to open a watermelon without using a knife, he didn't expect her to do THAT
He didn't believe her when she said she could do the dare. And that made Sweetheart irritated (everything Graves says and does make her irritated)
She had a frown on her face throughout the whole time she did it
Laid down the mat with a frown. Took her jeans off with a frown (IN FRONT OF GRAVES MIND YOU) grabbed the watermelon and sat on the mat with a frown. Placed the said fruit BETWIXTED her thighs with a frown. And then looked Graves dead in the eyes with a deep glare while crushing the watermelon with ease. Some of the insides of the watermelon splashed everywhere and on top of her thighs.
Graves was SHOOK
FROZEN TO THE CORE
HE WAS LIKE
Omg his mind went PSYCHO- Her legs are THAT STRONG?? like I know they're big but FUCK that was hot for no reason and I want that to be my head or my di-
"Ey. Graves." Sweetheart says with a low voice. She always used a cold, uninterested tone with Graves. And my god did it give him shivers. "I did your dare. Don't underestimate me, it makes ya look stupid." He shifts his feet, trying to hide his rapidly growing erection. With his arms crossed muting his rapid heart he clears his throat. "That was- impressive, I'll give ya that." He forces out. (That is n o t what he wanted to say)
"Didn't really complete the dare, Darlin'." He says with a smirk. Sweetheart looks up at him with wide eyes. "Are you serious?! I totally did, I opened the watermelon without using a knife!" She exclaims. Ugh God, his brat mode is on.
"Yeah, but it's everywhere. Very messy to even enjoy the melon." Graves pointed out. He knows she did the dare right. He doesn't know why he's like this, but he enjoys Sweetheart's outbursts. And he's so ready for this one.
"Then lick it clean."
....Or not. What the fuck--
"...'Scuse me?" Did he hear her right?
Her face is neutral, with no amusement or joke in sight. Still on the mat, she slowly widens her legs. "You said it's messy. Lick and eat it clean."
Philip didn't know what to do. Yes he did. He wanted to get on all fours and lick the juice on her meaty thighs. Feeling the heat from her soft, scarred brown skin while he moves up, up, up... all the way to her hips with his tongue.
But will he give her what she wants? She always gets her way around everyone, and it makes him annoyed. He huffs out a laugh with an exasperated expression. "You fucking serious? As much as that sounds like a good time, no way in hell am I doing that--" Philip's breath sucks back in when her hand cups his clothed erection. "This says otherwise." Sweetheart stated. He can see that tick of amusement smeared on her mouth, yet her eyes are still hard and cold zeroing on his crotch. Shit, he got caught.
Sweetheart hums as her hand paws through the denim of his jeans. She can feel his cock getting bigger and bigger through her fingers. Picturing his girth, his length, fuck-- the head of his cock. She never thought of his size, as she can't stand him. But her patience has run insanely thin with his attitude and obvious envy with her team. He needs to be knocked down a peg;
So why not do it now? In her own way?
She looks up at him with doe eyes, her dolly eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. She smiles at him fully, which catches him off guard, until he feels a harsh pull against his jean belt hoop that makes him tumble to the floor. Eyes connecting with each other. Her grip on his jaw is painful, but not as painful as the stretch in his pants. She brings him close to her face, lips almost touching. Just a bit more, just a bit more and they'll actually kiss... how Graves has been dreaming of that to happen.
Fate is not on his side, however.
"Lick. It." She grits. Graves will is deteriorating by the second. With the sweat coming down his neck and a swallow of thick saliva, he changes his position. Now straddling her right leg, he stares at the wet sticky thigh. Different war scars and bullet holes scattered across the skin, like someone scratched and bruised pure gold. Sweetheart spreads her legs slowly, still looking at him with narrowed eyes.
You could at least say something. Graves thinks. Say anything to me. Please.
"Go on, Graves. Show me that you're actually useful." Sweetheart coos, in a sugary condescending tone. He closes his eyes and shivers. More.
His hands tremble when he grips the fat thigh, squishy and softer than he thought. The whine he let out when his tongue meets the sticky skin was so broken and desperate; wanting to please her.
"There we go," Sweetheart mumbles, her hand finding his hair and grabbing some. "Good boy. Use that filthy tongue. Always talkin' shit where you could be used for things like this." She chuckles, a dark undertone in it. "Who would've thought, huh? You being a fucking bottom bitch suits you." Yes. It does. It always has when it comes to you.
Sweetheart hears a broken moan come from Graves, seeing his hips snap on her shin. "Are you... Are you getting off to this?" She raises her voice at him, pulling his hair to meet her face. His short gasp and heavy-lidded eyes tell Sweetheart everything she needs. "Oh god, you are." Her face scrunches in disgust, not knowing that just turns him on more. "You're fucking disgusting ya'know that? Grinding on my leg like some bitch in heat." Her finger traces his jaw and flicks his wet chin. More. Please call me disgusting more. I need it.
Graves bites his lip, not wanting a loud moan out and cause attention from other people. His hips are still humping her shin, like he can stop it. He craves the friction of getting off. If Graves stops now, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.
"Do you like being a little bitch in heat? Hm?" She asks again in that sugar tone. Graves nods, brain turn into mush. "Yes... I'm a little bitch in heat... I'm a bitch and I need to cum-- please-" the grip in his hair tightens, making his eyes roll back and whine.
"Such a fuckin' whore." Sweetheart growls, shoving his head back to her thigh, tongue immediately licking and eating more of the watermelon. I'm your whore. I'm yours.
Sweetheart thinks of something, grinning like a devil when she moves her knee, making her shin go deeper into Philip's erection. "Fuck!" He yelps, his own legs clamping around her calf and hands clawing her cleaned thigh. "Awww, ya like that? Y'know what, since you cleaned my thigh, you deserve a reward. Don't you think so, little bitch?" Yes. Yes yes yes. I've been good. Please reward me.
Sweetheart looks at the huge tent in his pants while he babbles mindlessly. The dark spot on his jeans is getting bigger. She smirks and sighs. "You're such a mess, Philip." Her thumb interrupts his talking, his low moan made Sweetheart clench around nothing. She shakes off the heat that pools in her stomach and focuses back on Graves. "Go on, now. I want you to cum on my leg." She orders, his hips grinding faster into her shin. He sucks on her thumb, tongue swirling around her nail. Sweetheart's eye twitches; seeing Graves big, teary eyes and flushed face, that desperate face, is making her feel fuzzy and hot. Too hot.
She kisses her teeth and frowns, "This is taking too long." She mumbles. Her other hand grips his hip and forcefully moves him quicker while also rubbing her shin on his bulge. "Come on, Graves. I know you want to cum so be a good boy and fucking cum already." She whispers harshly in his ear and he whines, sucking on her finger harder. I'll be a good boy for you. Let me please you. Let me impress you.
He can feel the build up of his orgasm coming quickly, it almost feels too much. The quick friction on his cock, her thumb in his sweet mouth, her deep and ordering whispers in his ear, her scent; it's too much.
"There you go. Your breath is pickin' up-- you're close aren't you? Fucking finally." Sweetheart breathes out. She feels excited. She shouldn't be. "Now be the good little whore I know you are and cum for me." She says, moving to kiss his temple. That was it.
Graves let out a loud, broken moan as his hips stutter against Sweetheart. His legs shaking around her calf, his brain absolutely fried with pleasure. She coos, slowing down his hips and cupping his face. "Such a good job, Philip. Good boy." He sighs contently. I'm your good boy. I always want to be your good boy. Make me yours.
Sweetheart could've sworn she saw little hearts in his eyes. "I came f'you...M'a good boy.." Sweetheart chuckles at his slurring words. "Yes you are, honey. But just know this..." She moves her hand down to his throat and tightens. "Tell anyone about this, and I'll edge you until your dick falls off and feed it to you."
"Understand?"
He nods.
She smiles. "Good." She pushes him off and gets up. "Now go clean yourself off. No one wants to see your disgusting cum in your pants."
(I'm not very good 🧍♀️🧍♀️at writing smut but if I want to get better at it then I gotta keep writing it 🧍♀️)
#cod smut#philip graves#graves smut#modern warefare ii#black fem reader#modern warfare smut#black reader#cod x reader#cod oc#x fem!reader#black!reader#mw ii#mw2 graves#141 sweetheart#hunter's ask lounge ☕️
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hi um can i request smthn abt dina crushing readers head with her thighs while they eat her out <3 and reverse cowgirl with her. making her bounce on your lap. UGGGHHHNGH im so down bad for her.
hands on your knees, angelina jolie
pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader
summary: you’ve become addicted to the feeling of her body beneath yours. more specifically, her unassumingly strong thighs.
warnings: smut (MDNI), reader is definitely a munch 😁
a/n: HEYY i only did the first part bc i’m not exactly comfy writing about straps/any dicklike thing in general BUT I HOPE U LIKE ANYWAYS!!!
Her moans fill the dimly lit room, moonlight creeping in from the window that shines a ghostly light across her tan, freckled skin. It’s the middle of the night and she’s pliant underneath your touch. Her fingers make a mess of your hair, her bare chest rises and falls in rapid motion, and her thighs… well, you’d be content to die this way if she happened to break your jaw.
They clench down around the sides of your face, spasming and shivering. Her wetness soaks your chin and the wrinkled bedsheets below. You’ve been at it for well over an hour, yet have made no attempt to pull away or gasp for air. You simply don’t want to– and even if you did, Dina does too good a job of holding you in place until she’s had enough.
“Jus’ like that,” she purrs, looking down to see the way you’re bent down between her legs, ass up in the heavy air, giving her a proper show. “You’re so good to m-me… fuck!”
Your hands come down to her knees, encouraging her to fully close them behind your head as you hum in agreement. The vibrations cause her to throw her head back against the pillows behind her. Your tongue languidly licks up and down her petal-soft folds, jaw aching so badly you’re sure that it’ll be hard to chew the next day, but it’s all worth it when you feel her thighs tighten around your head once more and nearly pull the hair out of your head. Her back arches off of the bed while you open your clouded eyes to look up at her, watching intently as you lick another gentle orgasm out of her; her third one of the night. You sigh into her contently, scooping up all of her cum with your tongue so that you can savor the taste before she weakly pulls you off of her.
“Come here,” Dina breathes, not entirely sure her body even belongs to her anymore.
You crawl up to straddle her hips, leaning down to kiss her properly– she can taste herself on your lips, on your tongue, and she feels the slick that coats your chin. It takes all of her willpower to not jump your tired bones right then and there. Her arms limply wrap around your neck, all of that strength finally gone now that you’d drained all the energy she had. “Maybe one day you’ll actually crush my head.” You laugh against her lips, making her pull away with a gasp.
“Don’t even joke about that.” She demands, cheeks darkening with an obvious embarrassment.
“I’m not joking. You know how happy I’d be to die between your legs?” You sigh dreamily as you collapse on the bed beside her. Dina covers her eyes with her forearm and huffs.
“I’m already not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,” she groans, “so I don’t know where I’ll find the strength to do that.”
“Do what? Crush my skull like a watermelon?” You tease, laughing as she playfully smacks your arm. “It’s fine. I’ll just wait ‘til you’re back in one piece, then get back to hoping.”
Dina turns her head to look at you with a suggestive grin. “You know what? That’s awful, but still kinda turning me on.”
“Really?” You quickly prop yourself up on your arm, a hopeful tone in your voice. “We can go again, I just might have to use my fingers ‘cause my jaw is fucking done for–”
She cuts you off by moving to lay on her side and placing her arm around your waist, forcing you back down to lay with her. A soft smile graces her lips when she feels your hand come up to rub the soreness from her lower back. “You really tuckered me out, horn-dog.”
“Tuckered myself out, too. I’ll wash the sheets in the morning,” you say before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
For now, all you can do is doze off into a blissfully deep sleep and hope that you remembered to lock the front door.
#the last of us#the last of us 2#dina woodward#dina the last of us#dina tlou#dina x reader#dina woodward x reader#dina nolastname x reader#dina smut#dina woodward x you#dina woodward smut#dina nolastname
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Okay pls make a part three when they get together
i wasn’t even sure i would do a part three but it was in high demand so i had to give it a shot and omg i do not regret it- they are so cute!!
hard to carry (III)
part one, two
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pairing: jj x kook!reader
wc: 2.6k
You and JJ very quickly become inseparable. You just get along so well, and all the guilt you had built up about having this crush on a committed man was quickly lost when he told you about his and Kie's break up- the same night you went to The Wreck, and the same night you went for that drive. If she had cheated anyway, it's only fair that he left that relationship. It's the right thing to do.
He told you all about everything they had been through, the gold, the cross, and finally El Dorado, which made him and his friends the richest pogues on the island. Still pogues, though, nonetheless.
"Mom! Hey, come here!" You call to her, seeing her sitting on the back porch, looking over your families expansive property. She looks down over the balcony and lifts her sunglasses, smiling as her eyes land on the two of you walking towards the stairs. She quickly gets up, opening the gate at the top. "This is JJ. I told you I had a friend." You giggle and she smiles, holding her hand out to him to shake.
"It's so lovely to meet you!" She says as JJ quickly shakes her hand. "I will admit, we were skeptical that Y/N had actually made a friend already."
"Yeah, you too, Mrs. Y/L/N." JJ grins, looking between you and your mom. He can tell she looked a lot like you when she was young.
"Why does that surprise you?" You ask, playfully raising an eyebrow at her.
She waves you off with a laugh, stepping back over to the table by her sun chair and putting her glasses down. "You just haven't been out doing much other than going for runs or doing errands."
"Well, she did help me pick out the second best watermelon the grocery store had." JJ shrugs, nudging you gently with his shoulder. Your mom smiles at the two of you. The look in his eyes is something else, and in yours she sees something she's never seen before.
"Why don't you kids join your father and I for a glass of wine? We've got some fruit cut up in the kitchen and if you want to grab a bottle from the cellar that would be great." Your mom suggests, and you nod, giddy as you head for the door.
JJ hesitates to follow you, stopping in front of the door instead of stepping in. "Ma'am, I should let you know I'm only nineteen."
"And?" Your mom asks casually as she sits back down. "So's Y/N. Besides, a glass of wine has never hurt anyone."
"What about beer?" JJ laughs, looking at her hopefully.
"Okay maybe beer has, but what happens at the summer house stays at the summer house. Knock yourself out." She grins, shaking her head as she returns to her book and JJ steps inside after you, sliding the patio door shut.
He's never been to your house before, since previously as you got to know each other you stuck with beach walks and car sits, or JJ showing you places around the island you haven't seen. He wasn't prepared for the almost clinical state of the newly built mansion, hardly lived in despite you being here for almost two months.
JJ whistles in awe at the home, which echos off the walls as he looks around and follows you blindly down the hall and into the large open kitchen.
You walk up to a cupboard and pull out four glasses, two for beer and two for wine, placing them on the counter. JJ is speechless. Not just because of the home, but because something about seeing you in it makes it that much more beautiful. Everything looks hardly lived in and almost sterile, but seeing the spotless white cupboards contrasted with the tone of your clothes, your hair, your skin; just makes him feel a level of content he's never encountered before.
"Mind grabbing some beers from the fridge?" You ask, drawing him out of his thoughts just as you look up and catch him staring.
"Yep, I'm on it." JJ nods, and you point to a wine cooler under the countertop by the sink.
"Can you pour those out? I'll run down and grab a bottle. I'll be like thirty seconds." You say, not giving him a chance to respond before you're hurrying out of the room and he can hear your feet hit the floor as you run down the stairs.
JJ gets going on doing what you asked, cracking one can open and lifting the cup to pour it's contents in without spilling anything. "Hey- can I help you, kid?" A deep voice makes him jump, spilling a little in the process.
"Uh- sorry, no, Y/N just asked me to pour these out. I think this one is yours." JJ says, sliding the now full cup over to the man who he assumes is your father.
"Oh. Are you Jake?" He asks, taking the glass and pointing towards JJ with one finger so he doesn't drop it.
"JJ, yeah." JJ nods, chuckling slightly.
"JJ, right. Sorry. I should probably know your name if you're gonna be in my house drinking my beer." Your dad laughs, living the cup to his lips and taking a sip.
An awkward silence falls over the room while JJ pours the second drink, praying internally that you'll come back before he has to make more small talk, he doesn't know what he would say. He doesn't know a lot about what your dad does for work, which is the default discussion topic for men first meeting each other, but all he knows is he's some big wig on Wallstreet, which he's never understood anyways. "So, Y/N/N mentioned you and your friends found that treasure, hey? That's pretty cool." Luckily your dad takes it upon himself to fill the silence instead.
"Yeah, yeah. El Dorado." JJ nods, taking the cans and putting them in the recycling.
"Did you at least get to keep any of it?" Your dad asks, smiling at him.
"Kind of, not exactly. It was complicated, legal stuff and all that. Our payouts came from somewhere else." JJ shrugs.
"Ah." Your dad nods. "So you're not working, then, I imagine?"
"Dad." You sigh, walking back into the kitchen and placing the wine bottle on the counter as JJ relaxes.
"I'm just wondering, honey." Your dad chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and giving you a quick squeeze, kissing the side of your head.
"Well, I am still working, actually." JJ decides to answer. "My buddy, John B, he took his money and opened a surf shop down on the touristy part of town, so I'm working there right now. Helpin' him out, it's lots of fun."
"Oh nice! Good to have something to do, I would get bored without work for too long." Your dad says, letting you go so you can pour the two glasses of wine.
"Dad, come sit with us outside!" You smile, taking the two glasses and heading for the door, JJ right on your heels. He's nervous to be left without you again, despite your parents seemingly being way nicer than any other kooks he's met. Especially Kie's parents- it was no secret they despised him. No doubt they were ecstatic to hear about the breakup- but him and Kie's mutual friends now won't tell him a word about it.
The four of you sit outside and talk for hours, watching the sunset and even squeezing in dinner when everyone got a little hungry. It made you so happy that JJ just fit right in with your parents- not that you were official, for gods sake he just came out of a serious long-term relationship, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't hoping that would change. It was nice that you weren't bringing home a boyfriend to meet your parents, that always made for a tense situation. This was so casual because he was just a friend. Your parents saw through that, though, not that you could tell.
By the time it was almost eleven, you left to drive JJ home, which was now temporarily John B and Sarah's house on the cut. You didn't understand the legal situation with JJ and Kie's house, unsure of whether they were both signed on it or just her, but he didn't intend on ever going back after he got all his stuff.
"Sorry, oh my god they ate up our whole night." You laugh as you get in the car, starting it up and turning down the radio before it blasted in your ears. You only had the one glass of wine a few hours earlier, knowing you would need to drive JJ home later and you didn't want to put him out for an uber or anything. You internally curse yourself for not having a few and just asking if he wanted to stay over.
"No, it's cool. They're really nice." JJ shrugs as he gets in.
"Yeah, I love my parents." You sigh happily, buckling your seatbelt and pulling down the long driveway.
"I think they liked me. Maybe." JJ thinks out loud, drumming his hands on his lap.
"Of course they liked you." You giggle, glancing over at him.
"Sweet, I can drink for free there all summer." He jokes and you nod.
"Well, we're going back to New York in about a month, so as much as you can drink in that time."
"Oh, right. I forgot about that." JJ says, his mood immediately dampened by the realization that you have to leave. Suddenly he doesn't know what life was like before you, and his stomach turns at the idea of there being an after you. "Didn't you want to stay, though?"
"Of course I want to stay." You answer instantly. "I just... I doubt my parents will let me." You say sadly, focusing now on the road with both hands holding the wheel.
"Well it's not like you'll be alone, you'll have me." JJ smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "And they loved me so obviously they'll say yes."
"True... but it's more about me being alone in that big house. They don't think I'm ready to live on my own, even though I'm nineteen. I doubt they'll ever be ready, though. That's kind of parenting 101." You shrug, chewing on your lip. You want nothing more in the world than to stay, and get to spend all year with him; driving around, learning to surf, maybe getting a job at John B's surf shop like JJ said you could. It’s just a matter of getting your parents to agree.
“Well…” JJ hesitates over what he wants to say next. “I could move in, keep you company, take care of the property and stuff. Like a roommate.”
Your eyes flicker over to him quickly, your cheeks turning red. That would be the perfect solution for both of you, but the idea of living under the same roof as JJ, alone, has you blushing like crazy. “I- uh, yeah! Yeah, that would solve both our problems, wouldn’t it?” You can’t resist agreeing, and it’s not like he’s a total stranger. You’ve known him for almost two months, most of that time being spent together if he wasn’t at work. You trust him, and you just mesh so well- you can’t deny that fact.
“Totally.” JJ nods, smiling a little and looking down at his lap for a moment. “Maybe by then, though, less like a roommate.”
“Huh? Like a live in maid? That’s a generous offer JJ but my parents already have a cleaner.” You joke, making him roll his eyes.
“No, not like a maid. Have you seen John B’s house?” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I meant, like, maybe in a month, when your parents leave, I’ll be more like… I don’t know, more like a boyfriend than a roommate.” He says hopefully, suddenly noticing how quiet the music is and wishing it was louder so he didn’t have to dwell on what he just said.
“I…” You start to speak, blinking a few times to gather your thoughts. Of course you would love that. You’ve had so many feelings towards him since you first saw him, when he first spoke to you. That is what you wanted, admittedly, but is he asking now? Or is he joking? You can’t really tell, but it sounds like he’s serious. “I mean, maybe.” You shrug, going with a casual answer as you lean over to look out the window and pull into John B’s driveway.
“Maybe…” JJ mutters under his breath, nodding a little and fiddling with the ring on his finger.
You put the car in park and turn to him, lifting your legs up onto the seat in front of you and sitting criss cross after pulling off your seatbelt. Rarely ever did you get to the house and sit there for anything less than forty minutes, just talking about everything under the sun. “Is that what you want?” You ask softly, and he keeps his eyes locked on his hands as he shrugs.
“I mean, yeah. It is.”
“I just don’t want you to feel obligated for anything if you’re not ready, you’ve been through so much with the whole Kiara situation, I just want you to be comfortable first.” You explain, smiling softly at him as he looks up at you.
“I’ve never been more comfortable, Y/N. Ever. Like in my whole life.” JJ chuckles a bit. “Since I saw you at the grocery store I’ve been comfortable. Seriously.”
“Okay, that’s real sweet, but-“
“You’re my person! Do you see that too? I just- I don’t even know what it was about you, Y/N/N, I just saw you and I knew I had to talk to you. I didn’t even want a watermelon- I don’t even like them that much. They’re just kind of okay, I wanted one because you wanted one, because you were there. And after that, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you and I had to distract myself so I wouldn’t text you, so I wouldn’t cheat but I knew before I even left the store that I couldn’t be with Kie anymore I just couldn’t-” JJ rambles on, only breaking eye contact when he gestures with his hands to make sure he doesn’t hit anything.
You shake your head a little bit while he talks, trying to keep your smile from spreading too wide- you don’t want to scare him off, but hearing this makes your heart want to leap out of your chest.
You reach across the seat and place your hand on his cheek and he stops talking, his gaze falling quickly to your lips before back up to your eyes, and in a second he’s leaning over the centre console and pressing your lips together, his hands landing on your waist. He’s holding onto you so tight, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he just feels so good. So light, even, like nothing else in the world matters in this moment. To you, it doesn’t.
You pull away after what must have been a minute, giggling a little to yourself and looking down at your lap.
“Just please don’t go.” JJ mutters, leaning his forehead against your own.
“I don’t plan on it.” You whisper back, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “But if I have to, I think I can hear New York calling your name.” You laugh slightly- neither of you can ever resist a good joke or jab at one another.
JJ laughs a little at this, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. But for you, maybe I’d give it a try.”
guys i know y’all love this but this may have to be the last part unless i get a specific request for what should happen next bc i honestly do not know lol. tysm for reading and all the love!!
-Raye
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list of songs hyunjin has played on his lives/recommended:
note: im probably missing some & i couldn’t put links to all of them cause apparently tumblr has a link limit 🤨
lauv: julia, lonely eyes, invisible things, paris in the rain, never not, im so tired, the story never ends, i like me better
offonff: photograph, cigarette (ft. miso & tablo), dance, bath
beyoncé: crazy in love (remix)
billie eilish: i love you, &burn, idontwannabeyouanymore, ocean eyes, before i go, tv
honne: day1, la la la that’s how it goes
christina perri: a thousand years
shawn mendes: mercy, treat you better, in my blood
dvwn: phobia
dpr live: jam & butterfly
jehwi: dear moon
leehi: rose
bts: dna, waste it on me, make it right
colde: where love begins, string (ft. sunwoojunga), the museum, wa-r-r, your dog loves you (ft. crush), control me, a song nobody knows, im in love
got7: miracle, hard carry
justin bieber: lonely
josef salvat: call on me
taemin: criminal
night off: sleep
sam kim: make up (ft. crush), like a fool, sunny days summer nights
niki: lowkey
iu: the visitor, lullaby, knees, love poem, give you my heart, my sea
cha ni: starlight
sia: snowman
akmu: happening
sunwoojunga: run with me
the black skirts: everything
korea cracker: ocean (ft. hoyeon kim)
cosmic boy: can i love?
penomeco: no.5 (ft. crush)
yerin baek: blooming memories, limit
10cm: so…., however
day6: i’ll try, love me or leave me, when you love someone, you were beautiful, congratulations, zombie, days gone by, afraid
dean: d (half moon), instagram, what 2 do, bonnie & clyde
exo: first snow, the eve, love shot
sam fischer: this city
jukjae: do you want to walk with me?, lullaby
ph-1: nerdy love (ft. yerin baek), as i told you
baekhyun: love again, un village
amine: blackjack
young k: come as you are, guard you
flume: say it (ft. tove lo)
twice: dance the night away, fancy
ariana grande: thank u, next
hajin: we all lie
about: it has to be you
caroline says: winter is cold
h.e.r: u, wait for it
bol4: to my youth
monday kiz: winter is as i wished
paul kim: the road, additional
sweden laundry: the winter
jung seung hwan: in that winter
chungha: gotta go
zion.t: no make up, snow
airman: gloomy star, i’ll be your spring (ft. j_ust)
motte: dont run away
seventeen: a-teen, super
khalid: location
lukas graham: 7 years
imagine dragons: believer
bo kyung kim: dont think you are alone
jung ilhoon: spoiler (ft. babylon)
davichi: falling in love, 이 사랑
coldplay: everglow, viva la vida
lyn: my destiny
jus2: focus on me, long black, senses (jpn version)
crush: beautiful, you and i
ed sheeran: lego house, perfect, photograph, beautiful people
croosh: why
20 years of age: x
tori kelly: paper hearts
seulgi: always
luna: do you love me? (ft. george)
wisue: someone’s shining
epik high: eternal sunshine
jp saxe: if the world was ending
seori: fairy tale
bruno mars: marry you
the weeknd: earned it, die for you
jung seunghwan: its raining, an ordinary day, dear
sam tinnesz: play with fire
post malone: motley crew
jihyo: stardust love song
kim feel: your voice
sung sikyung: solar system, heejae
younha: stardust
wonpil: a journey
taeyeon: invu, some nights, toddler, drawing our moments
nct dream: boom
ha hyunsang: 3108
huhgak: memory of your scent
se so neon: nan chun, a long dream, midnight train, stranger
umi: remember me
tvxq!: mirotic
johnny balik: honey
red velvet: psycho
new jeans: hype boy
christian kuria: losing you
cigarettes after sex: k.
dpr ian: nerves, no blueberries, 1 shot
samm henshaw: broke
woodz: drowning
kelly clarkson: underneath the tree
kimmuseum: to you who cant sleep
taylor swift: betty
lana del rey: young and beautiful
harry styles: watermelon sugar, she
pink sweat$: honesty
masego: tadow
olivia rodrigo: vampire
troye sivan: youth, for him
kai: mmmh
2pm: my house
oasis - wonderwall
oasis - hey now
mac miller - that’s on me
mac miller - everybody
nothing but thieves - amsterdam
bren joy - sweet
back number - i love you
puma blue - already falling
mac ayres - roses
mac ayres - next to you
bruno major - old soul
#hyunjin song recommendations#<- so i can find it later for updates#i spent like 3 hours writing this and putting the links shdjdndb#maybe anon from yesterday finds this helpful!
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i had this idea stuck in my mind, all i can think about is the trio that Hobie, Pavitr and reader (platonic) would make.
And i listen to pop AND I WOULD TOTALLY ARGUE WITH HOBIE TO SEE WHICH ONE IS BETTER BETWEEN PUNK AND POP LOL
And like reader would tease Pavtir that their are more taller even if just an inch (than there is hobie who is more taller than both of them💀)
And yeah just a platonic trio with them :D
Headcannons or anything is good I JUST NEED THIS
Request: Triple Threat
Hobie x Spidey!F!Reader x Pavitr
A/n: Made it more headcannony but yes I love this idea! I can just imagine them as a totally chaotic but amazing trio. I managed to answer this request so quickly because I was just able to put my thoughts on here and not worry too much about structure or spelling
General Headcannon
A chaotic and just overall silly trio
Always up for a spontaneous bit of fun
Often the culprits for pranks played on Miguel
Affection shown through playful insults and jabs but also physical touch
The tightest hugs from Pavitr while ofc Hobie throws his arms over your shoulders when you’re walking
Somehow never get on each others nerves
Countless sleepovers! Just all in pajamas making s’mores and watching horror movies together!
Constantly cracking jokes behind Miguel’s back during meetings
“Man’s hands are glued to his hips” Hobie jokes
“Wonder if you can crush a watermelon from how tight his ass is” you say
“Shhh! Don’t make me laugh” Pavitr pleads, almost losing his composure
Miguel would turn around to the three of you fighting back laughter, turning red in the face to the point he can see it through the mask
You and Pavitr have gotten caught - multiple times - trying on Hobie’s clothes when at his place, doing your best impressions of him
“Oi Bruv! That’s messed, not at all my cuppa tea innit! I hate the PM and all that shite, inconsistency blah blah blah that’s me!”
You and Hobie saying ‘Chai Tea’ whenever someone asks about a drink, just knowing it’ll infuriate Pavitr for a good laugh
You three make fun of each other endlessly, but if anyone else dares to insult one of you, the other two get immediately protective and ready to fuck shit up
“What’d you just say?” You’d say
“You watch your mouth.” Hobie would warn
“I dare you to say it again” Pavitr immediately remarks
When it came down to it, no one could complain. You three made a great team and on missions worked like a goddamn masterpiece
Height related Headcannon
“You’re not!” Pavitr’s voice got higher, which only made you smirk and tease him more
“I totally am! You just won’t admit I’m right” you bring a hand up, placing it on the top of your head and then moving it forward to float above Pavitr’s “you’re totally shorter than me!”
“Only because you wear those insane platform boots!” Pavitr retorts back and points at the three inches of platform attached to the sole of your boot
You shrug and put your hands in your pockets “still taller than you” you go to walk off but Pavitr uses a web to pull you back, you look at him with feigned shock
“This conversation isn’t over” Pavitr said, hands on his hips and eyes narrowed at you. You then send a web to hit him directly in his face, making him let out a soft yelp “don’t. web me” you say with a smirk watching as he struggles to pull it over his mask
“Why you!” He mumbles and finally gets off the web, his eyes glaring at you. You narrow your eyes back at him and wait for him to attack again
It then that Hobie’s voice draws both your attentions “What are you pipsqueaks fighting about?” Once he reaches you he rests his arm on your head making you scowl
“She thinks she’s taller than me!” Pavitr says pointing a finger at you and you let out a soft scoff “snitch” Hobie just chuckles
“You’re both short. There. Argument settled” as he walks over to Pavitr patting his head with a hand and you can hear how Pavitr mumbles under his breath
As Hobie walks further into HQ, past both of you, you and Pavitr make eye contact. Giving each other a small nod. Both of you sending a web at Hobie’s feet causing him to trip and fall
You and Pavitr break out into hysterical laughter, grabbing your stomach as you watch Hobie try to unwrap the web around his ankles
“My god! Watch your step next time ‘pipsqueak’” your words only make Pavitr laugh harder, you smile as you watch how he takes off his mask to wipe away his tears from his laughter
As you laugh your eyes no longer focus on Hobie, the next thing you know Pavitr is pointing behind you, trying to say something but still laughing too hard to speak
You suddenly feel Hobie place his hand on your shoulder “Did you have a good laugh? My turn” and you feel yourself be pulled up into the air by your feet, hanging upside down from the ceiling by a web around your ankles
Before you can undo it Hobie uses another web to wrap you up as if in a cocoon, leaving your face showing but the rest of your body is wrapped up “Hey! Let me out! It wasn’t my idea!” You say
Hobie just laughs and shrugs “well, sucks for you I guess” and then steps back, putting his hands in his pockets. He takes his mask off and you see the wide smirk on his lips, he then peels yours off looking at your unamused expression as you hung from the ceiling
For the next few minutes Hobie and Pavitr just take photos of the whole thing, doing obnoxious poses as one of them takes a selfie
Everyone else at HQ just sighed, knowing this was an everyday thing.
Miles leans towards Peter “so they’re friends?” He asks and Peter nods “Sure are. The closest friends too.” Miles just nods his head once “huh. Alright”
Pop vs Punk Headcannon
Even though the three of you were friends, you had your differences.
Even though you could swing where ever the hell you wanted, the three of you loved car trips together, usually asking one of the adults to drive you places seeing as you’re all not able to drive
The car rides are fun, even if every time you and Hobie fight for who gets the aux
“Not fair Hobie! You got it last time!” You say as you watch him plug in his phone “Too bad! We’re not listening to any of your basic studio plant pop music!” And you just groan out
“Well I’m sick and tired of your punk, I need some more light in my life!” You complain but Hobie just turns on the music, sitting in the passengers seat rocking his head to the music
“PAVI! You agree with me don’t you?! Help me tell him to turn it off!” You try to speak over the music to Pavitr who was sitting next to you
“Sorry! I cant focus on that right now. You’re both mature enough to figure it out!” He looks down at his phone, too busy texting Gayatri
But he glances your way and shrugs as he spots your unimpressed grimace
You sit back in your seat crossing your arms “and he gets shotgun again?! So much for ‘I don’t believe in consistency’” You murmur to yourself
“I heard that!” Hobie says and looks over the chair at you, and you look at him with a snarky expression
“Good! I wanted you to!” You say and lean forward, glaring into Hobie’s eyes, his squinting as he does the same
There’s silence as you both engage in an unspoken eye staring contest
Pavitr let’s out a sigh, leaning forward and turning down the blaring music before sitting down again “finally. Some silence”
Neither you or Hobie say anything in fear of losing the contest. Neither of you aware of the stakes… but yet you knew you couldn’t lose
Finally he blinks and you cheer in victory, he just groans in annoyance “Cheater.” He says and you scoff, punching his shoulder jokingly
“Prick. Now hand me the aux” you demand and he begrudgingly abides, unplugging his phone and letting you plug yours in
As much as Hobie pretended to despised your pop, whenever you played your playlist in the car all three of you would be singing
Much to the dismay of the driver of the car… usually Miguel or Jess
If it was Peter he couldn’t help but sing along, and those were the best car rides
After the first time Miguel or Jess drove you, they always ask Peter to do it, haunted by the absolute chaos the three of you managed to make in just an hour
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Plain
Izuku doesn't understand... Why did that beautiful girl ask him out? It doesn't make any sense. She just did that in front of his classmates and now everyone's tense, waiting for him to say something. Katsuki looks murderous (but that's not actually unusual) and Kirishima has a hand on his shoulder like he wants to stop him from killing someone.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles nervously, not knowing what to say. He considers her attractive, but Izuku doesn't like her that way.
"It's okay," she sighs, nodding to herself. "I knew you were going to reject me, but I wanted to try anyway; I know you're way out of my league."
"WHAT?" Izuku chokes, blinking in shock as the girl runs away from him.
This has to be a joke.
"I think you handled it well," Uraraka says with a supportive grin on her face. It's obvious that she (as well as everyone else) heard what the girl said. But no one seems to be surprised.
"I don't understand," he mumbles. "Why did she say that? I'm so plain..."
His classmates don't let him finish; they look at him almost outraged, like Izuku is lying on purpose. But he's not, he's always known that he's not really attractive or–
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, NERD?" Katsuki growls, looking irritated. In a second, he's right in front of Izuku, squeezing his cheeks with both hands, tilting his head up so the boy is looking back at him.
"Kacchan... What–"
"With these stupid freckles, that curly hair and those big eyes of yours..." The explosive boy huffs, cradling Izuku's face, narrowing his eyes at him. "You're also built like a brick shithouse and your thighs can crush a watermelon and YOU THINK YOU'RE PLAIN? ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND?"
Izuku blinks a couple of times... He feels a little bit lost, why is Katsuki so intense about that? Suddenly, he feels his cheeks turn red and notices that Katsuki is blushing as well, although he's still frowning at him.
"So... You think I'm... attractive?"
"Yes, we all do, Midoriya," Todoroki says suddenly, making Izuku look at him completely flustered because he had forgotten the others were there too.
Katsuki turns to bare his teeth at him before looking back at Izuku.
"No, I don't..."
He's not sure why, but Izuku feels disappointed at his response, almost sad. He tries to take a step back, but Katsuki growls, before biting his cheek softly; Izuku didn't know he could be that gentle.
"I THINK YOU'RE HOT AS FUCK AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN AND IF YOU DON'T START BELIEVING IT I'LL KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOU!"
Katsuki is yelling and yet he looks nervous and almost shy as he blurts that out. Izuku, very much used to his rival's personality, smiles back at him.
"Thank you, Kacchan. You're so sweet!"
"Sweet? I'M NOT–"
Izuku cuts him off by kissing Katsuki's cheek, successfully shutting him up...
"I think you broke Bakubro!"
"Can I get a kiss on the cheek too, Midoriya?"
"FUCK OFF, HALF AND HALF!"
"He's back again! Nature is healing!"
"SHUT UP, PINKY! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!"
"It kinda is..." Kaminari comments before Katsuki starts chasing his friends in the common room and Izuku watches him with a fond expression on his face after he notices the explosive boy is still blushing.
However, he gets a little bit nervous once it hits him.
"I think Kacchan likes me, Uraraka!"
"Congratulations, Deku-kun, you're the last to find out..."
"What do you mean the last?"
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I'm a great fuck but better lover part2
Everyone piled into the galley, still sleepy and soft, except for Luffy was filled with energy staring hungrily at him. Sanji placed a player of sliced ham, sausage patties and bacon in front of him before serving the rest of the crew their breakfast. Starting of course with Nami-swan, then Usopp, Luffy, and Zoro. As he placed Zoro's plate with a side of rice he gave his boyfriend a kiss on the lips.
“Awww no fair,” Luffy whined.
“You got a whole plate of meat! Do you really need a bowl of rice!?” Sanji yelled at his greedy captain who was currently pouting.
“I wanna kiss too,” Sanji wasn't expecting Luffy to say that at all. It was probably a one-time thing, no big deal.
“Yah Sanji, why don't you give our captain a kiss,” Nami interjected, and Sanji could never say no to a lady…even if it meant giving his captain a kiss.
“Fine,” Sanji rolled his eyes. “If you take your hat off at the dinner table, I'll give you a kiss on your forehead,” Sanji could at least try and install some table manners in their captain, he probably won't even accept this deal Luffy was rather attached to his straw hat.
“Hmm, deal!” Luffy took off his hat and Sanji placed a kiss on his forehead. “Yay!” Luffy cheered and dove back into his meal
“Sanji, is this shakshuka?” Usopp asked changing the subject, which he was glad for.
“Yes it is, why?”
“My dad used to make it before he left, mom and I tired to recreate but never could get it right…but you did could you maybe teach me how to make it?”Usopp asked .
“I'll consider it,” Sanji knew he had to work on his issues with men, with the other chefs at the Baratie they all fought and bikered with each other. There had been no need to learn how to act any other way. But other than Zoro the crew wasn't like that. Usopp was weaker and younger than him. Although if it was from distance Usopp would have the advantage. But wasn't sure he could trust Usopp in the kitchen, maybe start with something small. “Now what doesn't everyone want to drink?”
“If you have champagne I'd love a mimosa,” Nami asked.
“Of course I do Nami swan!”
“Milk!” Luffy asked, his mouth surprisingly empty before he shoved more food into the gaping maw.
“Sake,”
“Just juice,”
Sanji took his own seat after getting everyone their drinks, as the room filled with the sounds of everyone enjoying their food. It was nice to be right there with everyone as they enjoyed his cooking.
“Oh by the way, I picked something up the other day,” Nami said while sipping her mimosa.
“What did you get?” Usopp asked her…if Sanji didn't know better he'd say it sounded rehasered.
“Why I'm glad you asked Usopp. I bought a watermelon,” Nami grinned. Why was she pretty when she looked evil?
“Oooo! That means Sanji can crush it!” Luffy cheered. “And I get watermelon!”
“Fine after the dishes are done,” Sanji had already agreed to this the last time it was brought up.
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How ADCU characters would react to a s/o, who admits she's Insecure about her body.
Parings: Adam Sackler x F! Reader, Flip Zimmerman x F! Reader, Phillip Altman x F! Reader, Kylo Ren x F! Reader.
Warning(s): Cursing, 18+ content, Groping, Innuendos.
Word count: 2k
A/n: Sadly I've been feeling a bit down about myself and decided to write about the boy's, honestly I hope reading this helps you as much as it did for me. Enjoy ❤️
Oh, also. The photos were edited by me, I found them all on Pinterest.
Adam Sackler
He wasn't too surprised by the confession when you told him one night; he could tell by how shy you were when you started dating and began trying things out in the bedroom.
He didn't know how to bring it up or console you properly; usually, he'd immediately change the subject when you felt insecure about something. To you, it came off as him being uncaring about your insecurities, but one night you decided to bring it up.
"Hey, Adam.." You said quietly; your back was to him as you lay in his bed.
The question ran through your mind, keeping you awake. His arm wrapped around your front and pulled you against him,
"Yeah, Kid?" his voice was groggy from sleep.
"Why do you always change the subject when you notice me becoming insecure about something?"
"You seriously want to talk about this now?" He groaned and nuzzled his face into your neck, but you sighed and slipped out of his grasp, sitting on the bed and crossing your legs.
"Yes. It's bugging me, and If I don't know the answer, I won't sleep."
Another groan escaped his lips, missing your warmth as he sat up, leaning against the wall.
The warm lights from the window illuminated his skin with a golden glow; you sighed and picked at your nails.
Adam grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you into his lap, tucking his head into your shoulder. His hands slid from your naked thighs to your hips, slipping under your (His) sleep shirt. Your breath hitched when his hands touched your stomach, and you immediately grabbed his wrists.
"Adam...Please don't."
"Why not? Why are you so ashamed of this?" He squeezed your sides for emphasis.
"I-I...I don't know. Maybe it's because, in high school, I desperately tried to be the hot skinny girl?" You joked,
"Really?" Adam asked, obviously not catching on.
"No, Not really. I...I guess it's just because I'm putting so much effort into losing weight, then not seeing any progress. It's always been this way. I either can't gain any weight or lose it. I used to get upset when I got stretch marks on my thighs or when my sides got pudgy."
Adam removed his hands from under your shirt, taking both of yours so he could interlace your fingers. He kissed your shoulder. "That's stupid."
"Adam...Don't put down my insecurities."
"Why not? They deserve it. They're useless and only make you doubt yourself. I say screw it. Stop caring about how much you hate or dislike your thighs or belly. You're beautiful not by just how you look but by your personality. Though your appearance definitely adds to it."
"How can you say that?" You asked, closing your eyes as he continued to kiss the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders.
"Because I fucking love your body. I love how thick your thighs are, especially when they're trying to crush my head like a watermelon. I love how squishy your belly and sides are. It gives me something to hold onto when I'm railing you into the mattress. Oh, and don't get me started on your ass because I know you're insecure about that too. It's my favorite pillow. Knocks me right out."
His words were accompanied by a squeeze or poke to each part he mentioned. Making sure you knew just how much he loved the things you were insecure about. He realized the subject-changing method wasn't working, so he decided on a more... Physical approach.
Flip Zimmerman
Flip's reaction was similar to Adams, but he couldn't wrap his head around how such a beautiful, intelligent, and talented woman could be insecure about herself. He wasn't sure how to console you, but he was determined to learn how.
He started by asking questions about your insecurities, always confused by the why and how. It irritated him to know that someone made you feel this way about yourself. No...Not irritated. It pissed him off beyond belief, but he would never let you know that.
One night, he takes the situation into his own hands, quite literally. You two were preparing to go to the park's fall cookout park.
You stood in front of the mirror trying to fix your dress, you hated wearing them, but you thought you'd try the pretty housewife look. Biting your lip, you flopped your hands to your side, giving up.
"Hey, Stop that." Flip's low voice startled you out of your self-criticizing thoughts.
"S-stop what, Hun?" You asked, Turning to look at him as he finished buttoning up that lovely red flannel you asked him to wear.
"That whole nitpicking thing you do when you try on new clothing. You look gorgeous in that dress. -actually, you look gorgeous in anything you wear...or don't wear" He smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he walked over to you, taking your hand and turning you to face the mirror again.
He wrapped his arms around your middle and put his chin on top of your head, that smirk growing into a smile as he watched the blush blossom on your cheek.
"You tease" Your voice was small; He always managed to distract you from your negative thoughts
"My pretty little Wife." He moved his head to kiss your cheek. "If you don't like the dress, I can always rip it off your pretty little body and show you just how beautiful you are with and without it."
"Oh shush, we don't have time, Flip."
"Like they're gonna care if we're late,"
You scoffed. "Late? Honey, With you...We'd miss the whole event"
You rolled your eyes, seeing Flip smirk in the mirror.
"That wouldn't be so bad?" His hands slid down the sides of your dress, he pulled the skirt up, but your hands grasped his wrist before he could get too far.
"Yes. Yes, it would, Zimmerman." You smiled, meeting his eyes in the reflection.
"If we stayed home, I could show you all the ways to love your body." Your head turned to meet his gaze, that mischevous glint now replaced by a low gaze and lust-blow pupils. You patted his chest,
"As much as I'd love that...And really, I would. I promised the guys at the station I'd bring those cookies you all like."
Flip groaned and kissed your head. "You or those delicious cookies...Toughest decision of my life." Together you laughed, and you pulled away.
Swaying your hips as you left the bedroom, knowing he'd be watching and following after.
"It better be me, Honey."
A new wave of confidence found its way into your heart and mind.
"Always, sweetheart."
If Flip could love your body so damn much, So could you.
Phillip Altman
Philips's reaction was very childish, as were most of his reactions to things you tell him. He mostly laughed in disbelief. But he settled down when you put your hands on your hips and bit your lip.
"Holy shit, You're serious." His eyes were wide.
As I said. Disbelief.
"Yeah, Pal. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I-I don't know? You always seem so confident in the stuff you wear; you're like the queen of confidence. It radiates off you like the fucking sun. It shows in the way you walk and the way you talk."
You shook your head. "It's not really confidence, Phillip. I just like the clothing I wear."
"Liar, You know you're hot. You have no reason to be insecure. People should be insecure because of you and all your..." he moved his hands around the air, "Hotness."
"Hotness?"
"Yeah. You're fucking hot." You rolled your eyes;
Phillip sighed as he stepped close to you. His hands ghosted up your arms, not touching but close enough to feel the heat. His hands cupped your face and squished your cheeks as he kissed you; he pulled away and gently shook your face
"And you better fucking believe it. Okay? Because If you don't, I'm gonna keep doing this until you do."
He smiled and kissed you again and again, Only stopping when your fingers wrapped around his wrists. "You believe me yet? Little punk?"
You smirked and shook your head, "Nah...I don't think this method is working."
"Oh? Then what will? Huh? How about this?"
Philip let go of your face and fell to his knees. He stared up into your eyes like a love-sick puppy.
"Oh fuck...Phillip...Get. Up." You laughed;
He shook his head as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, squeezing and kneading them through your jeans.
"Phillip," You groaned; you loved his hands, how big and warm they always felt. He knew it, too.
"Hmm?"
"Stop it." You grabbed a fistful of his hair before he could shove his head between your thighs; he groaned loudly at the feeling.
"SHit- Do that again." You smirked at his request, tugging his hair again.
"You mean this?" He shut his eyes, groaning again.
"Yess...Your hands are so fucking addictive." He opened his eyes, meeting your own. "You're so pretty from this angle, baby. If I could, I'd be on my knees for you forever."
Kylo Ren
Kylo was angry when you told him, not at you but at your reasoning behind it. He was furious that a man you put your trust and love in constantly put down your body or called you things that made you feel less than you were.
He was determined to show you just how wrong that bastard was.
He had you pinned against the wall of his bedroom, his lips on your neck, and your arms were held above you by the force while his hands roamed your body,
"If I ever hear you putting yourself down again, I will fuck you senseless until you only believe the words I say." You moaned softly at his words; his hands took the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; then he unclipped your pretty black bra, sliding the straps off, and watched as it fell to the floor before he lifted his eyes back to yours.
"Do you understand?" You nodded; Kylo gripped your chin firmly, asking the question again.
"Do. You. Understand?"
"Y-Yes, Sir."
Pleased with your response, he let go of your face and took one of your breasts in his grasp; he smirked at you before he leaned down, taking it into his warm mouth, licking and sucking sweetly, eliciting loud, shaky moans from you. He let it fall from his lips with a soft pop. He lifted his head and kissed you deeply, dominating you with his tongue. His hands groped your chest, and he rolled your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, drinking your moans and whimpers.
He pulled away from the kiss, releasing your wrists from the force; they draped tiredly over his shoulders. His hands left your breasts, sliding down over your stomach, finding their places on your hips.
"I wish you could love yourself as much as I do." He kissed you, squeezing your hips as he lifted you, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he carried you to the bed, kissing your neck as he laid you down; his kisses trailed down from there.
When he reached your belly, he smiled up at you, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants.
"Guess I will just have to teach you how."
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spring snow, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: In memory of you, the one I should have loved when it counted. But I didn’t. I’m sorry. To the backdrop of the black sky and white flakes falling down, you and Jeon Jungkook learn that you are far more connected than you could ever believe. I miss you.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; slow burn - struggles with letting go of the past, ponderings of adulthood, and feels; smut (fem reader, heavy making out, f and m-receiving oral, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - JK walks reader home every day after work; switches between Jungkook’s POV and yours
this is a very different format from my usual. i let my hands do whatever they wanted to do. about people and relationships... and porn with feelings XD
--
I miss you.
It’s crazy that I think that now. Back then, I couldn’t wait to get out.
I miss you.
Sometimes I stay awake on purpose. I don’t want to fall asleep and see you. If I see you in my dreams, I miss you more. I remember what each season with you was like. Warm nights lit up by fireworks and bites of crushed-up watermelon from strong but unstable hands. Cold afternoons with warm breath against my palms, watching the leaves tumble down. Endless nights surrounded by white flakes tumbling from the sky.
I fill my days with the way it was, and I fill my nights with broken dreams.
I wish I could say I wrote that but, actually, I read that from my hyung’s notebook. He’s good with words. I’m not. Or maybe it’s from a song. He likes writing down lyrics that stick with him. Anyway, you you would have liked him. He might have inspired you back then. You always liked intelligence since you felt like you lacked it.
Now I know that was precious too, those moments of innocence.
I miss you.
I should have held onto you more closely back then.
I should have but I didn’t know.
I’m sorry I didn’t. That’s what I wanted to say.
-
I miss you.
I see you clearly when I close my eyes. It’s spring. The trees have flowered and the petals are being blown by the wind. Your hair flies up from the breeze. That expression you make, mild surprise and wonder as the pink petals surround you in a halo and then disappear into the sky and the horizon.
I like your eyes.
They’re so pretty.
It’s not realistic, but I like to pretend it is.
But you’re right. Spring is usually a lot of rain. Blue moods and grey days. You were always right about those things. I bet you’re still right about them now. You have to be, huh? Always realistic. Did you ever think you should pretend a little more? Just a little bit. Maybe, if you did… back then.
I miss you.
I try to forget about you.
I try to lose myself so I can forget about you. I don’t think it’s working though.
Fuck, I miss you.
-
I thought about you today.
Do you remember that there was a time you thought kissing was so important? You acted like it was super gross, but the truth was that you couldn’t imagine kissing just anybody. It had to be someone really important.
That’s weird, you know.
That’s so weird. It’s only a kiss.
Just a kiss.
Would you tell me not to kiss her?
Would you tell me she’s not important enough? That I’m wasting something really important? I thought about it. I thought about you, so I didn’t do it. I almost got close. But I couldn’t do it. I thought about your face looking back at me. And I couldn’t do it.
I still want to, though.
The night was really cold. I wanted to hold her hand, at least. But she just smiled at me and tucked her hands in her pockets. She told me to hurry home so I didn’t get sick.
Maybe I should have kissed her.
-
Fuck.
I’m not holding on. I’m not. Look. You’re only in my head. That’s it. I have a lot of things in this head of mine, not just you. You’re not the only one here. I remember a lot of things from back then, not just you. There’s lots of people in here. Not just you.
Blurry faces, sure.
But still there.
Not just you.
I don’t want to think about you. I hate it. You remind me of bad things. Of cold days. Of blue and grey, of dark nights and missed mornings. Of empty feelings and grasping at nothing. I want to forget. I want to forget those obsidian nights with pearl-white flakes falling from the sky, forget those frozen palms and dead leaves under the feet of passerby, forget those humid, sticky summer nights most of all, those nights were I looked up and saw no stars.
I want to forget the rain and the flower petals that I made up, yeah, those ones that surround your curious face and pretty eyes.
Please.
I want to forget.
Let me forget.
-
I think everyone feels this. I’ve thought about it. This feeling can’t be exclusive to me, right? For instance, people talk about how they miss their high school friends. They wonder what they’re up to. If they would still be friends now. Would they still like the same things? Or would they move on to different interests? Adults are like that. They talk about back then, school days, carefree vacations, and that hot girl they had a crush on, wondering if they’re still hot now.
I don’t really think I’m an adult, but I do miss you and I do think about back then.
School days.
I was so ready to become an adult, but now that I’m here, and I’m pretty sure adult is a fake word. I don’t think you would have believed me if I told you back then. You just wanted to be an adult and do all the things adults can do. Stay up as long as you want. Not have homework anymore. Adults are free to do whatever they want, right?
Who knows.
I know you wanted to find that real kiss more than anything.
I saw her again.
I think I’m just going to kiss her the next time I get the chance. I don’t really care if she’s important enough or not.
Maybe that’s what adult means.
-
This is a mistake.
I know you would tell me it is. I don’t care though. I don’t care anymore what you think.
I don’t.
I’m not going to let myself be dragged down by the ghost of you for no reason. What’s the point of the past? To learn from past mistakes, of course. There’s no point in dwelling on those dark nights lying awake with music pumping through earbuds to drown out all the sounds. Look at you. You’re stuck back then and you can’t escape.
Because you’re in my memory and you’re not here.
Don’t drag me down with you.
I’m sorry.
But I can’t think about you anymore, you know?
I really can’t.
I can keep trying to romanticize the past but it’s killing me slowly and I can’t romanticize you any longer because it’s all I can think about and I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating from the thoughts of you and your smile that I can’t seem to remember. I hate that I can’t remember. I should have made you smile. Is it my fault that I can’t remember or my fault that I could never make you smile and that’s why I can’t remember?
Fuck.
I miss you.
I am sorry.
It means nothing now but I don’t know what else to say.
And I know I’m making a mistake. This that I’m chasing now, this is a distraction. You know all about those. I know you do, because you had a lot of hobbies and they were all distractions. I remember those at least. You had your nose in books. You drew a lot. You collected Pokémon cards and hid them in tins in the back of your closet. Yeah. I remember that too.
I know it’s mean of me, but he’s a distraction.
He’s a distraction from you and those memories.
I’m going to kiss him.
And I’m going to forget about you.
-
I feel guilty.
I thought about you when my lips touched hers.
It was right before she was about to go up to her apartment building. Weirdly cold tonight once again. I could see my breath in the air, right between us. She said it would be a god night for ramyeon. I thought that was funny. I said that she should come over and eat ramyeon.
She just smiled at me and tucked her hands in her pockets.
I thought, ah, maybe I was wrong. Maybe I wasn’t that close the other night. Maybe even though I wanted to kiss her, she didn’t want to kiss me because I wasn’t important enough. Maybe she was sure even though I wasn’t. Is that what being an adult means? I wondered.
But then she stepped a little closer.
I could see my breath in the air, white and foggy, right between us.
She said to me, “I’m going to kiss you.”
I thought about you and then her lips pressed to mine.
They were soft.
She sighed a little and I could taste her breath, sweet and warm.
I feel guilty, because I wasn’t sure, but it still felt nice. I still wanted it. Maybe it was a mistake.
Maybe, but it was a beautiful one.
It’s okay to make mistakes though, isn’t it? I think you would say so. You made a lot of them. Well, that was what being young was about. You used to beat yourself up over them. I wish I could tell you not to do that, but you were really stubborn and you probably wouldn’t listen. You used to think, “When I’m an adult, I won’t make mistakes.”
Maybe that means I’m not an adult yet, because this is probably a mistake.
But.
I want to kiss her again.
-
I did it.
I kissed him.
He liked it. I’m pretty sure. When I backed up, he had a dropped jaw and big wide eyes. It was kind of funny. Almost like a kid. But that’s okay. It’s no fun being an adult. You understood that, even back then. Even in blue moods and grey days, you didn’t think that being an adult would make it better.
So, when he looked at me with those big round eyes and parted lips, I thought, maybe, maybe you wouldn’t say it’s a mistake.
Maybe.
I thought about taking him up on his offer. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what that not-so-subtle “come over and eat ramyeon” meant. Heh. I thought about it.
But then I thought about you, even though I didn’t mean to.
Maybe you wouldn’t say it’s a mistake, but.
You would shake your head at me, for sure. You would say, don’t.
So, I just kissed him and left him there.
And now I’m here, wondering if I should have just ignored the thought of you. I’m mad at you. I hate you sometimes. But I miss you. I wish I could erase you, because then it wouldn’t hurt as much.
And anyway.
You can’t erase your past.
I wonder if he was happy that I kissed him. Maybe. I feel like he might like that kind of thing. He always reminds me it’s not safe to walk alone. I always tell him it’s a short walk, but he reminds me that he lives only a few blocks away and it’s not a big deal. I let him walk me home, because sometimes I can forget about you when I’m focused on someone else. We don’t always talk, but he’s there. I think he gets off work a little earlier than me, but he always waits.
He waits for me, like the future.
He probably only wants to get laid.
Well, that’s okay too. If he wants me to be his distraction, then maybe he can be mine, even if only for a short while. Maybe he can help me forget about you and I don’t have to miss you anymore.
He had a nice kiss. Soft, with a little gasp, like he was trying to breathe me in.
I want to kiss him again and forget about you.
-
Do you remember the first time someone held your hand?
She held my hand.
It was very quick. I was fixing the earbud in my ear and then I felt her hand close around my wrist, slipping down because she was walking around me, tugging me into the convenience store. She was saying something about how me mentioning ramyeon the other night reminded her she was almost out, but I didn’t catch all of it.
I was too busy realizing how cold my hand was and how warm hers was.
It’s still cold these days, especially when the sun sets. The day is okay, but I still have to bring my coat to work because I wait for her to get out so I can walk her home.
Anyway, she let go once I started following.
It feels weird telling you this. Maybe you don’t want to hear it. But I was reminded of you.
The radio station was playing an old song. You know, the one that was super popular in middle school and they had to ban it during exams. Haha, yeah, that one. I recognized it right away. She recognized it too and started singing along. Then she noticed that I noticed and I think she got embarrassed.
But.
You know how in the movies, there’s that moment?
I think today was like that.
Because I started singing too and she started backing up really fast and dashing around the aisles and I was following her around and I started dancing as she ran and she was laughing and, I don’t know, it reminded me of you and back then. It was dumb and didn’t really make sense, but that’s how it was back then, wasn’t it? Moments of pure joy, unblemished. We got yelled at and we were told to get out. She didn’t even get to buy any ramyeon. Still, we rushed out and she was laughing and I was laughing too.
It reminded me of you and back then.
But this was different.
She smiled up at me and I kissed her, just like that. I wouldn’t have done that, back then. But I did it without thinking and it felt like the thing to do, because she kissed me the other night and I…
I wanted her to know that I wanted to kiss her too.
It was really nice.
Better than any kiss you had, I know.
If I close my eyes right now, I can still see the way her eyes opened slowly. The way golden hour lit up her face, the way the cold turned her cheeks pink, the way her lips parted.
The way she looked at me.
It reminds me of back then, of you and your innocence.
I miss you.
-
It’s too fucking cold. Isn’t spring supposed to be coming soon? Why is it so fucking cold?
Hah.
I think I’ve done it now.
I didn’t really mean to. It just kind of happened. Him and I, we were in front of the apartment building and I think he meant to lean forward and give me a good night kiss and, I don’t know why, I just… I just grabbed him by the shirt. Yanked him close.
You used to do things like that too.
I don’t want to be like you, but.
I looked up at him and he seemed surprised, but his arms wrapped around me. I could see his breath when we were that close. He was wearing a big fluffy white coat. It made him look like a cloud. Or a bunny.
I asked him if he would come up with me.
I don’t know why I thought he would say no. He was already holding me. I guess you always prepared me for failure and rejection. That was your specialty, always finding for rock bottom.
That moment seemed like forever, but it was a warm forever of soft breath and that fluffy coat.
He said that he would accompany me upstairs.
I don’t know why I thought he would disappear if I didn’t hold his hand.
It might have been a mistake, but. It didn’t really feel like one. Maybe that’s how beautiful mistakes are. I didn’t even turn on the light. We were in the dark when the front door closed. I pushed him against the wall and slipped my hands under that fluffy coat to that orange shirt. I was surprised. He has a manly body under that cute face.
In the dark, I leaned forward to kiss him but my lips were against his neck and I kissed his throat instead.
He moaned.
I thought about you, but this was different.
I could smell him, I could feel him, and I thought about you, and I thought I would be upset or maybe even afraid, but he was holding me and my lips were pressed against his skin, and I forgot to be upset or afraid.
He smelled nice.
Tasted nice too.
I said I can’t think about you, but I might have been wrong. Because I thought about you and I kept going, kept kissing him and holding him in the dark. Felt his lip ring against my cheek and his gasp against my lips when my fingers touched his waist and gripped his shirt tight. I asked him if he felt good, if it felt nice to be this close, told him I wanted to see if he still felt that way when we were alone and no one was looking.
He said he still felt the same even though no one was looking.
It’s so cold outside after the sun goes down, but, in that moment in the dark, it was warm in his fluffy coat and his arms around me. It didn’t even bother me that it didn’t go further than that. I told him he should go home before it got too cold. Kissed him before I let him go, reminded him that he had to walk me home tomorrow too.
He seemed happy.
I like his smile. There’s a small mole under his lips. It gives him an innocent look.
I’m sorry I said I can’t think about you.
I miss you.
-
Wow.
The way she tasted.
I think I’ll remember that taste forever.
-
I fucked up.
How did I fuck up so bad?
Ugh, I’m so stupid.
Let’s call a spade a spade. I fucked him in attempt to forget about you. I fucked him because I miss you, because I hate you, because I am nothing without you and he is collateral in this fucked-up mess, which makes me a shit person.
I fucked him and it felt good.
Better than good. Was fantastic. Yeah, you heard me. And I don’t care either, I don’t care that I liked it, I don’t care that he took me out to dinner and I paid for his drinks knowing full well what I was doing, knowing that I went to work in a sexy dress on purpose, knowing that he would say yes at my front door the second I asked him if he wanted to come in. I see the way he looks at me.
I can pretend I didn’t but you know me. I’m no liar.
I knew what I was doing.
I know what I’m doing and it’s awful.
Fuck.
His hands on my face. That little smile. He way he pauses a little bit before kissing me. I can taste it, his excitement when I reciprocate. I come on strong and he likes it, either because he likes that kind of attention or because he likes being wanted. Doesn’t matter. I’m doing this to forget about your effect on me. I touch his face and trail my fingers down his chest to forget how you have a chokehold on my mind. I unbutton his floaty black and white dress shirt to forget how you know everything about me and see right through me. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, make him moan, trace his muscles with my fingertips and feel his heartbeat at the tip of my touch to forget all about how you keep me dead when I’m supposed to be alive.
He tastes good.
Like innocence and a desire to be loved.
I hate how I’m like this, but I can’t stop. I was only going to touch him a little, maybe just frustrate him and back off. Take it slow. Promises for next time and all that shit. Ugh.
God, I’m so full of it.
His hands drifted down to the hem of my dress and what did I do? Shove my right leg between his and hook my left around his hips and grind on his jean-covered thigh. Right. That’s taking it slow. Yup. Of course, he took it as a sign to yank up my dress. Wasn’t like my hands pushing his dress shirt off his shoulders giving him any other choice. I shouldn’t have taken it so far. He would have stopped if I said so. He would have listened if I put up the red light.
Should have put up the damn red light.
Instead, I took off his clothes and he took off mine and I found myself halfway crawling up my own apartment wall with my legs on his shoulders and his mouth on my pussy with those big brown eyes staring up at me.
Jeez.
What am I doing?
I even had the gall to send him back home after fucking him on my own bed. Couldn’t even think about waking up next to him in the morning. That’s well and truly fucked, isn’t it?
The way he looked at me.
Don’t look at me like that.
Don’t look at this black hole with stars in your eyes, because all I’ll do is suck them into this darkness and kill them, leaving nothing left of you, and that’s unfair for someone like you.
It is.
And yet you walked me home today, asking if I was busy this weekend.
And, like an idiot, I said I wasn’t.
-
I wanted to write this down because I wanted to remember.
She said something to me as we sat on her bed, right before the first time. She had turned her bedside lamp on. One of those silicone touch ones in the shape of a round cat. The color it was set on – red. I remember because when she sat in my lap and stared into my eyes, the red shadows between us were so… sensual. Alluring. Erotic. I don’t know. There’s probably a sexier way to say it.
But anyway, she whispered against my lips and looked into my eyes.
“The stars in the sky are already dead.”
I remember being confused.
“The stars in the sky. The light you see from the stars is already dead by the time you see them.”
I think I remember reading that in a book. Or maybe in class when I was in high school or something. I was never good at astronomy. I should have asked you to pay more attention for me. Then she said…
“But the stars are in your eyes.”
I remember looking into her eyes and seeing mine reflected in them.
When she said that and when I saw myself in her eyes, I realized I felt something that I’ve never felt before. Her warm breath drifted over my lips, a weird feeling prickling all over my skin, her fingers caressing my cheeks, and, I knew, this was a moment.
From her to me, a moment.
“The light I see in you is right here, right now, and it is alive.”
No one has ever said anything like that to me.
Never.
I wanted to remember it, so I wrote it down here.
I wish I said something just as beautiful back to her, but I couldn’t think of anything then. I could have asked her to explore the stars. I could have said that the stars weren’t there until I looked at her. I could have said she’s the whole galaxy and I’m only a small cluster of stars in her vast galaxy.
But I didn’t.
I hope she could tell how happy I was just looking into her beautiful eyes.
-
I need to tell him the truth.
He’s sleeping in my bed and I need to tell him the truth but instead I’m writing to you because I’m too fucked up to say anything when I need to say something, because I’m sad and lonely and dead inside knowing that I failed you and I wasn’t better and I couldn’t be strong enough to make sure you were okay, because I am the worst, the worst, the worst.
It’s supposed to be spring.
It’s still so cold.
-
There’s something about her.
I don’t think you would like her, mostly because she knows who she is and because you don’t. You’re insecure and you look up to others to secure you and tell you where to go and what to do. It’s because you were afraid to live life, lest you do it wrong or imperfectly.
But.
There is no such thing as wrong or imperfect when it comes to life, is there?
I can feel it.
The way she keeps me as close as she can, but I look up and there’s still a shrouded sky with snow falling even though it’s supposed to be spring. We’re close and yet the sky remains dark, the clouds stay gray, and I can see my breath. Life is supposed to be growing. Instead, there’s soft white flakes floating down and it’s cold.
And yet.
It’s beautiful.
She’s beautiful to me.
I wish I knew a pretty way to tell her that, like how she said my eyes were full of stars.
---
The moment in life where everything changed was when you read those words.
You wished you could say that you didn't read them. That you were polite, kind, and respected his privacy. That you were fast asleep beside him in this bed of yours, a place where you had nightmares or, worse, hopeful dreams that shattered every morning as you were forced to face reality. Dreams where you felt fully and completely alive, only to wake up and realize it was all a lie.
But, no.
You were awake.
Sometimes being asleep was the true torture.
You turned the page, going backwards in time.
I wanted to write this down because I wanted to remember.
The little book had fallen out of his jacket. A plain black notebook with a leather-texture hardcover and scribbles in it. Pocket-sized. There was an elastic strap that was meant to go around the book and hold it shut, but it hadn't been put back on properly, causing the pages to fall open and land on where the ribbon bookmark had been placed.
You read the entry.
He had nice handwriting. Clean. Neat. Thoughtful. Your original guess was that this notebook was for his work. Notes into his creativity, perhaps? He did video editing for a living, he said. Maybe it was a planner to organize his days. Or ideas for projects he wanted to pursue on his own. A brainstorming space.
You turned the page.
Beside you, his body moved, restless. You wondered if he would wake up, but instead he threw an arm around your waist and continued sleeping, his breathing long and steady.
You read the entry.
Wow.
It was very short.
This little book was none of the things you thought it was. It was something else, something you could scarcely even believe at first, something that made your heart stop, and that wasn't because those words were about you.
It was because the entries were letters.
All of them.
All letters, addressed to the same person, the same individual, over and over again. Some long, some short. Some vague nonsense, some intimately revealing. All for one person.
Not you.
No.
You couldn't believe it.
It was so surreal that you read the addressee twice. Three times. Not because you thought it was strange or crazy.
No.
Because you understood.
To young Jeon Jungkook.
Mechanically, you reached over to the side of your bed, the pocket between the mattress and bedframe, and pulled out a small, slightly squashed, black leather soft-cover notebook. Thinner and longer than his, but similar enough.
You opened to the ribbon bookmark.
To young me, I miss you.
You understood these letters all too well.
-
He was just a big kid, that Jeon Jungkook. Tattooed because people told him not to. Pierced because people told him not to. Not in the spotlight because people told him he totally had the face for it. No, no, Jeon Jungkook didn’t like all these people telling him he should do this or that. He wanted to do only what he wanted to do. Stubborn and defiant, sticking his spoon into his ice cream covered in too many toppings, maybe more garnishes than chocolate ice cream, having the cold sweet even on the cold night, all because he wanted to.
“What is it that you want to do?” you had asked him.
He shoved he spoon into his mouth and shrugged.
But you could see it in those big brown eyes. The uncertainty, the fear, the maybe despite my desire to be myself I’m just like everyone else, the maybe I will never know, the and if I don’t, am I stuck like the rest of them? The questions that came, and perhaps that was youth, that was becoming an adult, that was the beautiful blunders that became the formation of life.
You sipped your hot chocolate, the lingering taste of peppermint trapped in the liquid even though Christmas was long over. You had asked for it and the employee had given you a weird look.
“Upset stomach,” you lied. A flimsy explanation to make the weird look go away.
“Can I have a sip of your hot chocolate?” Jungkook now asked.
You handed it to him and he drank a bit, his face fluttering with comfort.
“You’re gonna ruin your digestion going from cold to hot like that,” you commented.
“Yeah, my mom always tells me that, but I’m still eating, right?”
He grinned, all mischief, silver ring at the edge, and underneath pink lips and white teeth he was blessed with a dot of dark perfect imperfection.
You held your hand out.
Jungkook was about to give your to-go cup back, but then he darted forward, placing a light kiss on the opening. Then he handed it back to you, still smiling.
You raised your eyebrows and continued sipping at the hot liquid.
He continued eating his ice cream, scooting closer to you on the public bench. You didn’t move away. It was cold at night, even now. Supposed to be spring already, a time for rain and sun and blooming flowers, but it was cold and biting, reminding everyone winter hadn’t yet gone away.
“When do you think a spring day will come?” Jungkook murmured between enormous bites of ice cream.
“I don’t know, but I know the weather forecasters will probably be wrong,” you answered dryly.
-
She said to his lips, “I missed you.”
It was so soft and so quiet that he almost didn’t hear it, but he felt the words being formed, her lips brushing against his and then the fervent press of forget what I said to his lips, her hands framing his jaw and up into his hair, long delicate fingers twisting into the strands. The ghost of sweetness between their tongues, a shared taste, and those words flowed into the thoughts that became one with his own, as if he himself said them, I missed you, because he did.
He did.
Jeon Jungkook couldn’t explain it, but he wished he could.
He reached up himself and mirrored her touch, across the jaw and up to the temple, his fingers in her hair, strands curling in his hold and he wished this moment was as permanent as the tattoos inked to skin, maybe not her if that wasn’t what she wanted, but at least this feeling. This feeling. Something he knew he couldn’t get again. Maybe that was because this was him now and this was her now, lips to lips and the fire between them, but he wished, he wished to keep this feeling in his memory, wished to make it last forever.
He wished, he wished he could tell young Jungkook, cherish it, all those days back then, don’t go chasing for what becoming an adult means, because it means being lost and sad and lonely.
But he couldn’t.
She tilted her head, traced his lips with her tongue, and Jungkook shuddered.
He wished, he wished he could say, please stay with me, please stay a little longer with me, I am not perfect but I swear there is something here, in your taste and in my heart, and, if I am your mistake, please let me stay your mistake a little longer, but they were such ugly words, such horrible words, and he couldn’t say it, no, because… what if he was right?
What if he truly was her mistake?
She took his jacket off, pulled up his turtleneck, and he pushed down her furry coat, slowly undoing the laces at the collar of her dress, exposing skin to his searching fingertips.
What started as recklessness continued to be recklessness. Perhaps it was his fault, believing in nothing, or it was really there, the something, kisses again, his jacket falling to the floor, a thunk and Jungkook vaguely registered the little black book falling out of his jacket again, but he paid it no mind, remembering she had found it but left it on top of his folded clothes, making breakfast as he slowly woke up, smelling eggs and fragrant oil.
He had glanced at his journal, the elastic over the front cover, resting on top of his folded clothes.
Jungkook thought he would feel panic, fear, embarrassment.
But then he realized he didn’t care.
He never had the perfect words, but the ones written in there were his honest ones. Ones of that moment, and if she read them, then she read his honest words and not some dressed-up version in some vain attempt to make himself better than he was.
He wondered if she did, but she simply greeted him like normal, chuckling at his messy hair and running her fingers through it, telling him to hurry and eat so he could get back to his place and change, otherwise his co-workers would think he’s dirty for wearing the same clothes over again.
So Jungkook let the notebook fall, knowing the elastic wasn’t all the way on, forgetting all about it to tangle himself in that touch, that skin, that scent. Exploring tongue following dancing fingers, and he could feel it sear across his skin, inexplicable but undeniable, like the feeling one got from looking up to a black sky and falling white snow, on the cusp of sad but it was just so beautiful, so beautiful, so he couldn’t bring himself to be sad.
She was a scriptwriter, she said.
Her specialty was dialogue.
But Jungkook found she spoke to him the loudest like this, in the form of trailing kisses and soft breath over his chest, kissing the mole on the right side of his ribcage, this silent dialogue so real and so raw that even even though he had no idea what they meant, he believed in them. Every spoken word had intent behind it, intentional or not, but this, this was pure on a different level, pure as her tongue drawing down the center of his abdomen, creating a wet line, half-lidded, sultry eyes peering up at him.
This was the present, without the weight of the past.
And the past weighed heavily on those that held onto it, I miss you, young him, at first oblivious everyone’s expectations, I miss you, young him, foolishly believing everyone had the best intentions for him, I miss you, young him, running and weighed down with expectations. Thinking that he was chained but that when he was adult he would have freedom, except he got older and he still felt chained, so did that mean he was still young or did that mean that he was now an adult and this was everyone’s fate?
Jungkook had these thoughts when he was alone, but not here.
Not here, not within the confines of hands fanning over his thighs, tongue to taut skin, in her eyes glittering in the low light. Like snow from a black sky, but he was comforted and then elated, radiating bliss mounting his senses, skillful tongue sliding down his length and his hands gripping the sheets, memorizing the lush quality of the fabric, memorizing the way his nerves seemed to shimmer and brim with so much pleasure that it was nearly unbearable. Every detail precious – the wet, the pressure, the depth, controlled tightness. Saliva dripping down his balls and then quickly lapped up, sending a spark up his spine, a strangely playful sensation he came to crave and it happened again, jarring and gratifying him, like hot chocolate between bites of ice cream, sweet on sweet.
Something out of nothing.
Black sky full of falling white flakes.
He should be afraid, he should be hesitating, he should be chained by the past, but he was free, free here in the moment of erotic high and in those eyes in the low light. Glittering amusement in those irises, something out of nothing, or something out of…
She crawled back up his body, her dress on the floor, and kissed him, salty, but to him it was sweet.
Something out of something?
Maybe.
-
How long will you punish yourself for something you didn’t do?
Sometimes you thought about writing down that question, but it was too honest and your pen would pause every time, poised to make the strokes, and you didn’t. It was too honest. You kept thinking, I’m not ready, but that was an excuse just like any other, as if you would ever be ready, as if you would ever know, all this time chasing for that one you should have loved when it counted, but you didn’t. You didn’t, and now you were sorry.
Sorry.
So pointless to be sorry, the maybe if I, the it could have been better if I, the if only I just, who cares, who cares, who cares. This kind of thinking was just as much a broken home as it was back then, these thoughts like closed shutters to keep out the light, forever in winter because you never dared to look out and find summer. A prison of the past you built to hold in the fragile young you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, tried to embellish the past and make it as pretty as it was tragic, all to try and erase the fact that you were holding onto nothing.
In this decrepit broken home of your thoughts, apologizing to the past. Writing letters to the one that always ran from, to the one you hated for making you into what you were now, to the one that never tried to appreciate what little good there was because it was always easier to believe everything was bad. Easier to think that, when you were an adult, you could make it all go away.
But it just wasn’t true.
I’m sorry, young me.
The sky was still black and the snow still fell and the spring day never came.
I don’t really think I’m an adult, but I do miss you and I do think about back then.
He was just a big kid, that Jeon Jungkook.
You closed your eyes and inhaled, the soft, clean scent mixed with sex, slipping into the sensation of being filled, easy after his fingers and the lingering buzz of his kiss. A heavy weight, and you should have felt crushed, suffocated, caged, but you were so used to the broken home of your thoughts that this felt like freedom, like a hopeful dream that couldn’t be broken by reality.
Because you opened your eyes and there was Jeon Jungkook.
His teeth were sunk into his lower lip, and he was struggling not to be overwhelmed. The mole underneath bobbing uneasily, silver lip ring quivering, and you clenched around his hard cock, making him flinch and frown at you, his eyes connecting with yours.
His eyes glittering in the low light. Stars. And the ones in the sky were dead, but these were lit by the fire within, lit by a past determined to feel the present even more, and your lips parted to take a breath.
There was none to be taken.
Jungkook breathed out your name.
If the sky was black and too covered with gray clouds of falling snowflakes, well, then maybe the stars could be right beside you.
You whispered his name in the dark.
It was like he was catching snowflakes on his cheeks, his expression melting with your reply, his face flushing pink, and you gripped your thighs, lifting them up. He got the hint, moving his arms and then your legs were on his shoulders. Slow. You smacked your hips up to deepen his thrust, earning another frown and furrowed brow, greeting it with your smile.
This should make you feel fake. This should make you feel wrong, like you were using him to distract from something bigger, but somehow it didn’t, and that was so strange, because you were pretty sure that was what this was, right, but then his words came back to you, I miss you, written in those tight scribbles, I hope she could tell how happy I was just looking into her beautiful eyes, and you looked into his eyes now, shortened breath, shivering from pleasure, racing heartbeat leaping to your throat and Jungkook noticed your gaze, shaking his head like a dog to brush the black hair out of his eyes so he could look back, his shaking exhale matching yours, warmth drifting between you and him.
And it was true.
You were afraid to leave the broken home of your thoughts, because what if it was worse out there?
He searched your eyes.
You let him, not knowing what he was searching for.
He lowered slightly, changing the angle. Deeper, his dark brown irises catching the light, glittering, alive stars, these not light-years away, but right there, right there, and you reached out to touch, your fingertips ghosting his cheek and jaw, his low moan cutting through the haze of the high, your hand reaching back and clutching his hair, tugging lightly. His eyes closing, lashes fluttering, harder, faster, your hips rising, tighter, more resistance, increased depth and intensity, Jungkook, his name leaving your lips again and he shuddered, spellbound by your voice, his tongue flicking against the top half of his lower lip, struggling to open his eyes again but the weight of lust kept them half-lidded, so close, fluttering breath, almost, holding him back with another tug of his hair, letting your tongue trace the inside of your open lips.
There.
It ate you up so fast, so fast, a whirlwind of compounded sensation and sparks shooting down to your core and vicious throbs sinking into your hips, gasping as you came around his jerking cock, ecstasy unbound, his own moan in an arc, his head tipped back to the ceiling, your hand still in his hair, him burying deep into constricting wet warmth and succumbing to it, his shivers traveling from his chest to your thighs, and you felt your eyes closing, lost in the reality and being okay with it.
I miss you.
For once, these words were not directed at your past self.
You drew a breath, your hand in his hot, sweaty hair, and you missed Jungkook already even though he wasn’t gone.
-
“I read it.”
You admitted it plainly, clearly.
His little black book between you two, you wrapped in a blanket and him wrapped in another, staring down at it.
Jungkook nodded slowly.
“Okay.”
It sounded defeatist.
“You think I’m a weirdo, huh?” he mumbled softly, pulling the blanket around him tighter.
You reached to the side of the bed, in between the mattress and the bedframe and smacked down your own black, leather-bound notebook.
“That makes two of us.”
His eyes widened, and he stared down at it as you pushed it to him, your hand on top of it, determined, because it was time. You spent enough time being a coward. No more, firmly pinning your notebook in front of Jeon Jungkook, I fill my days with the way it was, and I fill my nights with broken dreams, and if this was it, if you were the broken dream, then he deserved to know how broken, he derserved your honesty, and you thought you would be afraid, and yet…
Jungkook lifted his head and stared at you.
You weren’t.
He shook his head.
“Not today.”
You blinked at him.
He looked back down at your notebook and the blanket opened, his larger, tattooed hand reaching out, placing his hand over yours. A weight but somehow not heavy.
“I will read it if you want me to read it,” he said, and he lifted his head, breathing out slowly, holding your hand tighter, and you could see he was waiting for you to run, waiting for you melt and disappear into nothing. As if he was trying to grasp a snowflake. “But… I don’t want you to think you have to show me just because you read mine.” He smiled, rueful and sheepish. “Actually, I wanted you to read my journal. I hoped you would, so I kept leaving it open and letting it fall out. I was too nervous to… I kept trying to think of the right words to…” He shook his head rapidly, lost even now. “But they sounded insincere. I like you so much and if only I was enough…”
You laughed dryly and Jungkook looked up, confused.
“That’s why you should read my musings,” you countered. “Because we are one and the same, Jeon Jungkook.”
You lifted your hand and took your notebook, placing it into his lap, closing his hand over it.
“Both held down by an idea in the past, because that’s all it is, you know,” you shivered, keeping his hand over the soft leather cover. “I thought, if only, if only, if only, if I changed this or that, if I tried a little harder, if I hadn’t been so focused on becoming an adult, if I loved myself a little more, then maybe young me wouldn’t have been so miserable, maybe young me wouldn’t have let so many people walk over her, maybe the me of now wouldn’t be stuck and haunted by what it was, so I could…”
You suddenly realized you were staring into his eyes, running your mouth.
Stars.
Not light-years away.
Right here.
Be honest.
“I let her get hurt, no, I hurt my younger self on purpose, because I wasn’t brave enough to believe I had a future.”
The stars looked back, and they burned bright.
“I let everyone else decide my life and when I realized I no longer had control of my future, I ran away and became a nobody,” he breathed, and you could hear the guilt, the weight of having let them all down. “I was too scared to speak up for myself, because I couldn’t trust my own dedication when everyone else had always so confidently made choices for me.” His tone stricken, torn between the possibility of him being ungrateful or worse, selfish. “I pretended like it wasn’t happening and continued acting like a kid without responsibilities until it all fell apart and I had to choose.”
It was almost shameful, saying it out loud.
“I sometimes miss who I was back then,” you mumbled, distorted, feeling weak for saying so. “Even if it was the worst… I was a kid, and I could forgive myself for not knowing who I was, but now I’m an adult and I still don’t know.”
You looked up and Jungkook was looking back. It was like two lights meeting in the darkness. No. It was like...
-
Like snow falling from a black sky.
Jungkook gazed into her eyes and the spring day was already here.
The rare snow in spring, right here, in front of his eyes and holding his hand, and he realized that didn’t mean that winter clung on. This was something new, something unique, something he would regret to forget, so he turned his hand around and held hers, her book pressed to his thigh.
“I used to think I wanted to go back to the way it was,” he said softly. “But I don’t want to. Not anymore.”
Her expression softened.
“Why?”
So small but with so much emotion behind the simple question. An intricate snowflake tumbling down, down.
“I wouldn’t have met you.”
He grinned, and he knew for sure now, that he believed in this.
“Life is so much more fun with you in it.”
He moved the books aside, the past in the past, and closed the distance between them, blanket to blanket, wrapping his around hers, insistently nudging her into his lap, and she resisted, albeit weakly, since it seemed that she couldn’t quite look him in the face, tucking her head under his chin, saying nothing.
But then her lips brushed against his skin, right by his collarbone.
“Don’t make me miss you,” she whispered.
He didn’t have to think twice, kissing the top of her head.
“I won’t.”
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halo halo this might be out of blue but may i ask how’d you fall in love w Baxter? I wanna hear the story of like how you started to like him if you don’t mind sharing . tysm!!and i love all your artworks!!!!
AGHHHHHHH i was about to go to sleep but healty schedules are overrated. Take a sit cuz this is gonna be LONG bc i dont know how to get to the point (jump right to the end to get the 3 lines resume lmao)
if you ask me why i like right now: he's a dramatic loser. But that was when i finally understood his character! you wouldn't be surprised if tell you that i'm an idiot right? i'm super slow to read between lines and understand people, that applies to fictional characters too lmao (+add that english isn't my first language) So! at first i didn't actually understood what was going on with -well- anything :D.
Took me a few playthroughs to actually understand the game in general, i started to play before step 4 was out so all i could do was play and replay different ways to fall in love with Cove (starting to crush at step3 was my fav) but tbh he was never my *type*, Derek was interesting but just bc he like us by default. Even after playing his dlc i felt like he was just a really good friend (which was kinda weird bc to this point i've just played his romantic route). So, what's different with Baxter?
To begin with! he's... he's....... huhh my first impression wasn't actually strong tbh, i was like "huh new guy to date yay". I didn't actually understood his character the first few playthroughs ngl. I started in fond ofc to get into the dlc but *I* was pretty indifferent, probably in Drinks where we finally see Morning Baxter was that i said "oh shit he's cute" and cuteness+gapmoe is enough to make me fall for any character tbh.
But! that was not enough to provoke a brainrot like this right? i'm the "Oh i love this *forgets about in a week*" type. What sealed the deal (badum tss) was probably bc of the fandom? Once i was done replaying the dlc 5 times in a row i went straight to tumblr to feed of headcanons, fanarts and fanfics. My favorite way to understand a character is thru the fandom tbh, my favs are the long aa essays talking about a character personality.
Long story short, he was dramatic troubled flirty gap-moe guy (my fictional type, coincidentally) with an excellent storyline. I still wasn't 100% into him but he was top1 romatic choice for me (sorry Cove and Derek, love ya but platonically), so i made 2 fanarts for his dlc in may and let the hype die... only for 6 months otherwise we wouldn't be here, would we?
AH-HA-HEM the day 28th of november, beginnings of summer, i went out in the morning to do some errands with my mom, we stopped to buy vegetables in our way home and she bought a small watermelon bc i love them. That same afternoon i was eating it and thought "watermelons are finally here, summer it's officially here!" and got struck with Olba memories like a sleeper agent. (made a minicomic abt that, that's why i have the exact date lol) SO i replayed the game again, reading everything again, and oh boy i finally understood so many things, one of those things was Baxter himself!
A lot of stuff made sense once i actually took the time to comprehend his character with the information i gained out of the game (mainly all the asks ppl sent to gb). Add the way that i always played like *me* on my first playthroughs of anything and then you'll notice why he hit me so hard, it felt like i wasn't giving him enough credit before dasjkfas.
Tbh his dlc is my fav bc it has such a strong storyline, you get to know him and his insecurities thru all step 3, and have a lot of sweet moments too! (and that night goodbye?? omg it hits me so hard bc it's right after the ending song) and because step 4 it's right after you go with all the fresh memories of your summer together and seeing him so cold towards you it's so painful but also so funny because HA I CAN SEE THRU YOUR FACADE YOU STILL LIKE ME HAHAHA and i finally knew the perfect word for him: loser.
Anyways i also did a deep dive in the Olba and Baxter Ward tag here in tumblr and eat pretty much everything, also helped me to get a better grasp for all the little details i didn't noticed before bc haha i told you im an idiot?
sO yeah i made a few drawings of my Mc interacting with the characters, surprisingly it got a lot of attention from the fandom so i made a few more and when i noticed i was deep into the brainrot and i wasn't able to draw anything besides my Ruri and Baxter being cute lmao
Funfact. Ruri is a variation of Rui (duh) that i used in games when i didn't feel like i wanted to be called my name directly, now that she expropriated me of that name i use Ruru, i'm so creative right?
Long story short: it was mix of the game itself, fandom content and people actually liking my oc content. The fandom is super welcoming with everyone's oc's i love that akjdlfhask
ajksdfhasjk WOAH THAT IS SO LONG i def went over the top didnt i? I tried to explain my train of thought and fill the spaces where my memory is blurry with stuff i think i would've thought at the moment, it's also 3am so im- not entirely here tbh hjadfhkj
ANYWAYS THANKYOU ANON FOR LETTING ME RAMBLE I LOVE TALKING TO NO ONE IN SPECIFIC ABOUT THE THINGS I LOVE LOVE YAA<333
#rui thinks loudly#gonna upload the drawing i actually was staying up late for and go to sleep#took me 2 hours to write this omg im so lost#idk how much i wrote but i still feel like it wasnt enough. i need to ramble and be redundant about olba for another 3 hours
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