#Festive season pet care

[captainsavre]

[azuneekun]

STARDEW VALLEY BACHELOR/BACHELORETTE (personal) HEADCANONS:

Maru

Is a registered nurse, but is working to become a medicinal and environmental researcher like her father (Professor Demetrius).

Robotics, Electrical engineering and Astronomy are just a few of her hobbies and passions. 

Afraid of getting real piercings, so Sebastian gifted her clip-ons.

Doesn’t trust newer computers, unlike her brother.

She is nearsighted and has astigmatism.

She goes stargazing in hopes of finding signs of extraterrestrial life. Or just to see if she can spot a certain flying robot.

Used to follow her brother Sebastian around a lot when she was very young, but his troublemaking behavior made Maru distance herself. She still cares about him.

Loves helping the farmer with building farming machines.

Loves spending time with her best friend Penny and talking about books and trivia together.

Other than tinkering with gadgets, she also enjoys doing puzzles.

Penny

Could not afford finishing her teaching course in college due to financial troubles.

Saving up money in her tutoring job to become an elementary school teacher.

Her father abandoned them due to feeling ‘trapped’. It happened around fall—so she feels melancholic during that season.

Likes cooking but is a novice at it.

She and Emily do arts and crafts together in the library and or the (fixed) community center. (For the kids and for event decorations.)

She has a slight southern accent.

Elliott and her like to swap book recommendations.

Loves listening to Maru infodumping about her trivia and interests. She teaches them to Jas and Vincent in return.

She likes to do crossword puzzles under the tree near the graveyard.

She prefers to wear skirts.

She influenced Jas and Vincent to have an interest in archeology, thanks to her own fondness of it.

Abigail

Pets every animal they see. Sanitizes herself right away before going home due to Pierre's allergies.

Sometimes helps her dad with the general store. Pierre gives her some money in return.

Abigail loves to draw and sometimes likes to join art competitions.

Enjoys the occult and fortune telling. Has some magical ability, but is not fully aware of it.

She plays the flute and the drums.

Loves adventuring, but feels guilty killing monsters (even out of self defense). Will make graves or offer prayers to put their souls to rest.

Very interested in monsters and loves reading about them.

She has a sweet tooth; minerals taste like candy to her. She also loves spicy food from time to time.

Gets sunburnt easily.

Leah

Used to be hired as an illustrator for books in Zuzu City.

Is under apprenticeship with Robin.

Loves using different painting mediums. Current favorites are charcoal, oil painting, and watercolors.

Experienced forager—she adores making vegetable/fruit salads and stir-frys out of them.

Likes to drink the wine sold by the farmer and the saloon.

She is left handed.

She makes her own special homemade vinaigrette.

Has her own mini-garden.

Loves to help the farmer with crafting artisan equipment that involves wood (eg: kegs, preserve jars, casks, and etc.)

Emily

The unofficial hair stylist (and barberess) of the townies. (HC adopted from @/moon-boat)

Has some real spiritual power and foresight.

Her prophetic visions mostly appear in her dreams.

Knows supernatural beings and Junimo exist (and has seen them) but opts not to tell anyone directly for the creatures’ safety. (Likes to give subtle hints, though.)

Can genuinely communicate with birds and flowers.

Is very good at arts and crafts and helps decorate the festivals often.

Vegetarian. Likes to cook vegetarian dishes.

She's a very talented dancer, and she likes to do her choreography in secret.

Sandy sells the clothes she makes. Haley advertises them on her blog. 

Loves all animals—especially birds.

She likes clowns and circuses.

Is very meticulous about cleanliness and housework.

Is incredibly scared of watching horror movies.

Haley

A talented cook that loves baking sweets.

Is a social media influencer. She has a popular Instagram account called StarfruitHaley and a Youtube channel named Cooking Junimo.

Likes drinking peppermint coffee and eating cupcakes.

She is a picky eater.

Learned to dance from Emily.

She and Emily are taiwanese-americans.

Her hair is dyed blonde and she wears contacts.

Freelance model, but likes doing photography more.

Does photography gigs sometimes.

Secretly admires her sister's dancing, but doesn't want to lose to her during the Flower dance.

Likes to go surfing during the summer time. (HC adopted from @/sofiaruelle )

Closeted lesbian, but came out proudly once she started to live in the valley.

Bunnies and Ponies are her favorite animals.

Shane

Prefers keeping people at a distance (so it doesn’t hurt him if he loses them), but is weak to persistent people. (eg: Emily, Sam, the farmer)

Is very good friends with Emily. Likes to joke around and share chicken stories with her. 

Lost a sports scholarship in university due to injury, so he dropped out. (He took a course in multimedia arts, hence his 7 ♡ event.)

Likes to collect funny printed boxers.

Wears old clothes until they tear apart.

Doesn't bother combing his hair much.

Takes care of the animals when Marnie's not around, and teaches Jas about the ranch while he’s at it. 

Most of his savings are for Jas and Marnie.

Has calloused hands from hard work.

He likes to use nicknames. Both derogatively and affectionately. (e.g. Sweetheart, Chickadee, Doll, Buddy , Asshole, Jockstrap (Alex specific), Dickhead, Kid)

Shane has excellent upper body strength due to lifting heavy boxes at work, and sacks of feed at the ranch.

Jas’ mother is his older sibling. Marnie is his father's younger sister.

In the future, his beautiful blue chickens will become recognized as a standardized breed by the farming community. 

Harvey

Used to be a surgical oncologist. Left this position due to emotional distress.

Came from a prestigious family of doctors, lawyers, and professors.

Has a twin brother. ( HC adopted from @/coinly )

Loves science, history, and the documentary channels.

He used to be in a long term relationship but it ended due to LDR.

He can cook but doesn't feel happy eating by himself—so he just heats up frozen meals.

He smells like nice soap and hand sanitizer.

Has a wonderful singing deep voice. (HC adopted from @/hannahstumble )

Likes to drink wine every once in a while to relax.

Jazz music is calming to him. He owns many cassettes of the classics.

Elliott

Was a music professor in a private university.

Is from a wealthy family, but left to become more independent.

Humble and isn't very materialistic, but is very strict with his well-kept appearance. 

Keeps his pencils so sharp it might as well be a weapon.

Isn't very good at taking care of plants, but is learning how to. 

A little clumsy with housework and repairs, but tries to keep tidy.

His favorite pastime with his father was fishing. 

Likes to drink, but can’t hold his liquor at all.

 In his youth, he has gotten some recognition for his published short stories and poetry, but  has yet to make a full length novel.

Commissions and collaborates with Leah on art and ideas for his books.

His piano actually came from Robin's. Sebastian used to own it but preferred playing the synth now.

Sebastian

Is very skillfull at using a knife (for fish and seafood).

He is a lazy genius. 

His Korean name is Seojun. His biological father tried bringing him to his home country when he and Robin divorced, but Sebastian opted to stay with his mother.

He loves cats as much as frogs and bats.

Sleeps very messily. Ends up in weird positions on the bed, with pillows dropped onto the floor.

Loves exploring the mines and wants to join the Adventurer's guild in the future.

Does his (and his friends') piercings.

Has a long deep scar on his left leg due to a rock crab.

The town go-to mechanic, alongside Maru.

He’s jealous of Maru, but doesn’t hate her. Doesn’t know how to express himself, so they end up fighting. He thinks he’s not the best older brother to have.

Insomniac. Needs medication to help sleep, sometimes.

Likes to tease and scare people.

Also gets sunburnt easily—but in return doesn’t get affected by the cold weather as much.

Best billiards player in Stardew.

Alex

Has dyslexia, but is not aware of it (until the farmer points it out).

Likes to help cook with his grandma.

Makes and sells his own icecream.

Is the local town mailman.  (HC adopted from @/ryllen )

Childhood friends with Haley, but pretended to be her boyfriend in HS to shield her from men (as per her wishes).

Not only was he a varsity quarterback for gridball, but he was also an ace baseball player.

One of his favorite pastimes is watching the gridball game every Sunday.

Thinking about saving money to go to a vocational college or getting a scholarship. 

Interested in becoming a physical fitness coach if his dreams to go to the league fall through.

Afraid of being vulnerable to people, because he wants to be seen as strong and reliable.

Sam

A popular boy in school. 

Was influenced into loving music due to Sebastian. 

Likes flowers but has severe hay fever.

Has a scar on his eyebrow from a skateboard accident.

Loves his mom's largemouth bass fish casserole.

Thinks being a submarine captain might be cool as a job (thanks to the night market), but would prefer being in the music industry.

Likes to DJ and compose his own music.

A little forgetful, so his wrists and hands are full of scribbles and rubber bands as reminders.

Likes cactuses and the flowers that bloom from it (and especially loves cactus fruit).

Him and Alex both like to collect branded sports shoes, and talk about it together sometimes.

[hwaightme]

In your eyes

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR CAPTAIN’S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut)

(masterlist)

📚 pairing: postgrad!bf!hongjoong x afab!gn!reader 📚 genre: smut, established relationship, so much fluff 📚 summary: time is nobody's friend, and hongjoong often finds himself wondering how much he has lost. thankfully, you always remind him of how beautiful the present and future can be, how full of love, how intimate, how true. 📚 wordcount: 4.0k 📚 warnings/tags: MINORS DNI, semi-edited (do let me know if i missed something), they are so in love, teaching assistant joong, so many pet names (love, darling, etc), he is down bad, mention of time anxiety, mild relationship worries, mention of winter holiday season, y/n is an office worker (nothing specific), mention of exams (joong grading), sort of from joong's perspective 📚 taglist: below 📚 a/n: something about academic joong makes me feel many types of ways... anyhow- hope this is enjoyable and gives warm feels <33; live laugh love joong; any notes, reblogs, comments are highly appreciated! thank you

📚nsfw tags: sub-leaning switch joong, service top energy joong, lovemaking, handjob, fingering, dry humping, praise, begging, piv w condom, missionary, mating press, overstimulation, light cuddling, implied aftercare but not described

Tired eyes. Paper after paper decorated with green ink, subsequently joining the pile that was starting to take over the dining table. The persistent glow of the laptop screen, reflected in a pair of tortoiseshell-frame glasses that kept threatening to slide down an elegant nose. While grading papers was not exactly something that Hongjoong would dream of doing during the winter holidays, it came with his job, and so was not entirely abysmal. Perhaps the only issue was that he had grossly underestimated how much time and focus this task would take. Morning rapidly turned into day, and day equally as quickly trickled into evening, leaving him without as much as a moment to spare for the things people usually occupied themselves with at this time of year. Though, perhaps it was important to note that it was not the actual festivities that he longed for and felt apologetic that he could not partake in thanks to his own decisions, but rather a certain someone.

After finishing grading yet another paper, Hongjoong set his pen aside and roughly rubbed his eyes, careful to not send his glasses flying. Only now did he notice just how dark the room had gotten, barely a sliver of light crawling in through the windows, with no thanks to the gloomy weather outside. He rose from his chair, rolling his shoulders from having been in the same position for an uncomfortable number of hours, and ambled to one of the many floor lamps that were neatly stationed around the living room, each with its own story. He picked a particularly whimsical one right in the corner, squinting when it burst to life, revealing its curious design of frosted flowers, branches, and songbirds. Reluctant feet carried him back to the chair, now turned into an instrument for torturous isolation.

“Enough, you know what, enough…” Hongjoong’s whisper cut through the eerie silence of the apartment. Pushing the rest of the papers away, he leaned back with a huff and slid his phone out of the back pocket of his trousers.

The journey to his home screen was swift, only to end in a deliberate pause as he studied it with a sorrowful smile. He was unsure as to why a pang of melancholy had taken a sudden hold on him, but seeing your happy face as you were looking at a bungeoppang neatly tucked into a tiny white bag - a precious moment from a casual date you had gone on - had him irrationally spiraling. You lived together, and yet, he missed you. He longed to hold you in his arms for longer than a few seconds before pulling away. He dreamed of staying in the same room for what could be ages, sharing the quiet atmosphere, or maybe listening to your favorite songs together. The dark winter nights were taking a toll on him, and in utter solitude, the natural tendency to ruminate reigned supreme and let his worries wander freely from his mind and straight to his fragile heart.

When Hongjoong and yourself had discussed winter vacation, the conclusion was reached without much back and forth. You were not taking any days off, and Hongjoong made the most of his time off, well, doing more work. In retrospect, it might have been a silly idea on his part, but much like how you had explained it back to him, if it meant solidifying his position by being on the good side of his supervisor and being responsible for more things as a teaching assistant, it was worth it. But now, seeing couples roaming the streets around the city whenever he commuted into university, and generally the mere notion of having only the evenings and odd parts of the weekend to spend with you started to make him sick to the stomach. Without realizing it, he had driven himself into a corner, and he wanted out.

Before he could get any further than the usual perusal of social media, he heard the muted rattling of keys, and in a matter of seconds, the front door opened, revealing a familiar form. His eyes immediately settled on you, noting how you shrugged off your messenger bag and coat, leaving them on the ottoman in the corridor rather than hanging them up—clearly, he was not the only one tired. Nonetheless, when you raised your head after having freed yourself from the confines of your dress shoes, a smile spread across your face.

“Hi Joongie,” and just like that, his heart picked up its previously lethargic pace. 

“Welcome home my love,” the endearment slipped off his tongue, earning him an amused chuckle. 

“Mhm, missed me?”

“Maybe a little,” he played coy, knowing full well that you could read him like an open book no matter what front he put up. He returned your gleam, keeping his undivided attention on you as you sauntered off in the opposite direction. 

“I just need to change and I’ll be right back, alright?”

“Of course.”

Suddenly, the laptop and exams on the table irritated him. Hongjoong rose and tidied the papers into neater piles, shut his laptop, and arranged them all on the other side, as far away from him as possible; in his mind, should you two decide to have dinner in this room instead of the kitchen, you could sit closer to him. A win in any book. He pushed the sleeves of his shirt further up and carded his fingers through his hair, undoing a couple of unruly knots. What was he readying himself for? Maybe the answer was something beyond him, but he could not deny the warmth in his chest that grew and grew when he spotted you across the corridor once again, only now in a pair of pajama bottoms and one of the band t-shirts that he owned and you constantly borrowed.

Caught in a miniature mental disarray, he remained where he was, only slightly moving to allow for your arms to snake around his torso, and his hands to settle on your waist. Your embrace was grounding, boundless in affection, and Hongjoong gave up to the floaty sensation as he leaned in and buried his face in the crook of your neck. Surrounded by the remnants of the light, daytime perfume that you used, he found himself in paradise. He sensed a hand trail up his spine and start to toy with the longer hairs at the back of his head. This was a habit that you had only recently picked up, seeing as, for once, he was letting his hair grow longer, and he would be lying if this was not motivation for him to keep the mission going indefinitely. A warning hum erupted from somewhere deep in his chest when you lightly tugged. In a feeble attempt to mask his response to your playful caresses, he murmured:

 “How was work?”

“The usual, though it was quieter now that most people are off,” Hongjoong lifted his head and was immediately dazed by the adoration pooling in your eyes. You looked at him as if he hung the stars in the sky. Inadvertently, he pulled you closer, and yet still wasn’t quite satisfied.

“How’s everything for you?”

“Been focusing on the exams today, got through most of them actually.”

“Oh look at you, my scholar,” you whispered in response, tapping Hongjoong’s nose with your own. Meekly, he smiled and attempted to look away, only to be guided right back with your steady hand that had now let go of his hair, instead resting on his jaw.

“I should be the one praising you… who closed that insane project that was initially expected to be postponed into the new year, hm?”

“That I did, indeed, but doesn’t take away from how proud I am of you,” your words were honey, trickling into his ears and coating his very soul like a soothing balm.

“And I am proud of you.”

“We did well, didn’t we, Joongie?” The nickname had him wavering, tip-toeing on the edge of rationality.

“Mhm,” his next words came on their own accord, raw, vulnerable, barely audible, “I really missed you, darling.”

“But I am here, aren’t I?”

“I’m sorry, I might be getting greedy,” his hands ghosted over your hips until one hand pushed you into him by the small of your back. You let out a gasp, but quickly regained your composure, clearly not taken aback. 

“Not that I mind it… Ah, is my poor Joong lonely?” after a few seconds of silence, you continued, “you are so precious, you know that?” He loved that expression you got when you basked in the glow of knowing. Knowing just how far gone Hongjoong was for you. It was embarrassing at times to reveal and admit how pathetic he could become just to see that little smirk, even just to himself, but he did not dwell on it for the reward was far too great, “tell me what you mean, baby.”

“I-... I know we agreed to keep things busy this winter but I can’t help but want… yeah, I miss you.”

“Can’t help but want me, you mean?” you detangled his intricate web in no time. Hongjoong walked in circles, while you cut straight to the chase. Maybe this was why he did not care for much at all except for your understanding and your reciprocation. He nodded, finding solace in hiding his face in your neck once more.

“Well, baby, what’s got you so pensive? Hm? Tell me?” your voice shifted from allure to sweet concern as you checked in. Hongjoong was all the more exposed, every move less calculated than the one prior, and your infinite devotion towards him, his thoughts, his everything was making him too dizzy to stand up straight.

“I just… hm, I don’t know-”

“You do, maybe are just too shy to tell me?”

“I want to spend more time with you, just us, you know? Little dates, we don’t have to do much… but I want us to be present, ah what am I even saying-”

“You were saying something that I would love to do, Hongjoong,” you were quieter than before, more tender, “we have definitely been a little relaxed after moving in together, haven't we?”

“Mm, I wouldn’t say that-”

“I would. And that won’t do. So, how about we start now, then?”

All too delectable were the images that flashed in Hongjoong’s mind, and he felt bashful and helpless under your steady scrutiny. With your pointer finger resting under his chin, he could not do anything except stare back, a task proving to be increasingly challenging as heat rose on his cheeks. His head moved on its own accord, response shallow, almost a tremble rather than agreement.

“Words, Joongie, good boys use words.”

Oh how he craved you. His stomach coiled at your dangerous reminder. Instead of any coherent phrase, vulnerable, shallow breaths danced between you and him. Nobody was his audience except you, nobody knew him like you did, and yet the sheer weight of his infatuation with you was preventing him from saying a single thing, despite any fears being irrational. As soon as he were to say what was yelling at him in his mind, you would be satisfied, and allow him to drown in everything that you were.

“Yes…” he choked out, relieved upon detecting the beginnings of a feline grin.

“Yes what? Do elaborate.”

“Yes I- want this. I want us, I want you.” 

“How?”

“I want you to do whatever you want to me,” heart hammering in his chest, he stammered.

“In that kind of mood, are you?”

“Oh please-” he wanted to disappear, shrinking back to free himself from your hand to no avail. Your chest again his, lips a mere tilt of the head away, and his senses were flooded.

“I’d love to, Joongie, I’d love to take care of you.”

Soft lips moulded perfectly with his, like freshly fallen snow. Hongjoong’s senses went into overdrive as the kiss built up into a sultry, addictive rhythm. Teeth grazed his lower lip ever so gently, and before he could react,you deepened the kiss by resting your arms on his shoulders. Immediately his hands responded by finding purchase on your lower back. He was grateful that your mouth muffled the whine bubbling in his throat as you purposefully shifted your body into his. But somehow, it was still not enough. 

“Mh- sorry-” Parting for air was simply an excuse for Hongjoong to fish for his glasses with a trembling hand and set them down on the nearest surface. Apparently, it was not a distraction to you in the slightest.

Your onslaught continued past his plush, reddened lips and across his jaw, ending on a particularly sensitive spot on his neck. He jolted, but when you chased him to nip at the same place again he took no time in giving you better access. You moved again, leaving quick pecks on his lips and pressing your forehead against his. In the breathless euphoria any chances to overthink had disappeared, and he allowed himself to let go, to be completely yours. He was willingly leaving himself to be at your mercy, knowing that he was going to be safe, going to be adored. In a flurry of emotion, he bared his soul.

“I love you,” he did not notice the shakiness in his own hands until you raced to clasp them with your own.

“I love you too, Joongie.”

It took one step for him to start following you to the bedroom. You appeared as the very notion of calm, guiding Hongjoong. You let go of one of his hands to switch on a bedside lamp, making haste to return your attention to him. He melted under your touch, half-lidded eyes following how your swift fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. You treated him like he was priceless porcelain, a touch here, another there, skillfully ghosting over the places you know, from experience, would send him reeling and falling to your feet. But it was obvious that this was not the night for such a progression. Tonight was about connecting beyond the physical, about exploring intimacy as more than just some flimsy term.

As soon as you gave the sign, Hongjoong shrugged off his top, shivering momentarily until your hands were back, roaming his chest and waist freely. Enthralled, he mumbled your name. His eyes roamed ceaselessly as you got undressed, standing proudly before him, almost fully bare, beautiful. While you had told him you changed, evidently that included a conscious decision to dress up in the most enticing lingerie - he thought it was impossible to keep falling in love like this, but he kept on proving himself wrong whenever you were with him. Even though he had seen you like this many times over, every time left him wondering how he could possibly have found someone so lovely. Words escaped him. 

“Leaving me alone like this?” you asked, a smirk etching itself into your features. You did not need to ask Hongjoong twice for him to clumsily begin undoing his trousers and settle on the edge of the bed, face flushed.

“So precious, so good to me,” you cooed, carding your fingers through his wavy locks.

When you straddled his lap and inched dangerously close to his boxers, Hongjoong swore his head was spinning. Prompted by another gentle tug at his hair, he kissed the soft skin of your breasts, one hand making quick work out of undoing your bra while the other played with the lacy fabric. 

He followed your sighs, your sharp inhales and exhales, the sounds you bit back and he would tirelessly do anything to hear. His teeth grazed you ever so lightly as he travelled from one breast to another, a trail of kisses remaining anywhere he went. You grinded your hips into his with more purpose, feeling that delicious heat starting to rise in your core. Hongjoong responded with a flick of his tongue on your nipple, humming when he could finally rid you of pesky material, leaving him with every chance to show his love for you. Fingers stimulated the one he had shifted away from, while his other hand returned to its rightful place on your lower back. 

It was as though a fire had enveloped him. There was not enough space, not enough air, and yet his only wish was to be so close to you that he could simply disappear. He was painfully aware of his hardening length, the continuous friction leaving him with half a mind to start begging. For what? Perhaps, for anything. Anything that you would give. You pulled yourself even closer, now sat directly on top of the growing wetness on his boxers, putting all the more effort into your hips. Airy mewls spilled from his lips, and he lunged to hold you, hands on your ass encouraging you to continue to untangle him at this agonising pace.

It was a game of lips, tongue and teeth. You returned to kissing him, foregoing whatever stability you tried to contain to completely sink into his form. Taken as he was by you, Hongjoong tried his best to keep up, lewd, slick noise that echoed in his ears only spurring him on. 

Your limbs were cotton, thoughts preoccupied by a carnal want. Palming his erection, you smiled against Hongjoong’s lips when he moaned.

“How’s that baby, hm?”

“Don’t stop-”

“Want more? Is that right?” feverish nods, resulting in you pulling at the elastic of his boxers, “Off,” you sat up a little to help him, balancing with your knees on the bed as he shimmied the fabric off just enough for you to push it further down to his ankles, “so pretty.”

You covered your palm in his dripping pre-cum and smoothed it down his length in a couple of skilled pumps, amused by Hongjoong’s adamance to be obedient, pursing his lips to remind himself that he shouldn’t buck into you. His gaze was fixated on your caresses, just enough to drive him mad, but not enough to take him over the edge, only ever wavering to glance at your still-clothed pussy. Judging by your momentary spell of quiet, you were trying to focus on him at the expense of your own desires. 

With another groan, Hongjoong slipped your panties to the side, calloused fingers immediately being coated in slick. Rhythmic circles over your clit turned to music to his ears as you mewled, leaning forward to find his shoulder, biting it ever so slightly. With every breathy moan his body kept on screaming for you, your warmth unbearably inviting. When he dipped two fingers into your core your movements faltered and you squeezed around his base in warning. He could lose himself then and there, sheer power of will leaving him one thread to hang by.

“Baby, can I please-”

“Say it, Joong,”

“Can we take it to the end? Please, please I-”

“If we don’t I’d be upset. I, want, you, so, bad-” you punctuated your response with pecks across his face, an ecstatic grin meeting his own.

You and him were a mess of limbs and pleasure falling onto the bed, him helping you over and pulling the panties completely off, humming at the sight. He was eager to please, ensuring you were comfortable with how you were lying down. Adjusting the pillows, placing one under your hips to avoid any strain, checking that you would not hit the headboard, stretching towards the drawer to take out a condom, speedily tearing the packaging and rolling it on. You watched him, enamoured. Beauty, inside and out, ethereal in the honey-coloured light.

He positioned himself at your entrance, gliding his tip a couple of times over your sensitive clit before pushing in. You sighed, head falling back at the relieving fullness. Your walls clenched around him as he bottomed out, making him let out a low growl. He shifted his weight forwards until his arms were on either side of you and he could indulge in your every expression.

It was a delightful stretch. Your every sense was filled by him, and only him. Then, he began to move. He started agonisingly slow, pulling out almost his entire length only to drive it back in, punctuated by the sound of skin against skin. He dragged his hips almost lazily, but you knew better than to assume that this was going to continue for much longer, given his shallow breathing.

Hiis thrusts became more accentuated, faster within a few minutes, and you searched for anything that you could hold, all too quickly losing yourself. In a feeble attempt to reach for him you lifted your arms upwards. More often than not you did not need to explain to Hongjoong what it was you wanted - he read you and understood, just like now. With a strained chuckle he edged forwards until he was close enough for you to wrap your arms around his neck. The feeling of your digits back in his hair had him biting his lower lip, barely containing his building high.

A particularly deep thrust made you tug at strands, and he moaned, rolling his hips with newfound vigour. Every time you clenched around him he became more frantic. The glide against your walls was perfection, the familiar coil tightening at a frightening speed towards a crashing release. Your arms collapsed when Hongjoong cursed under his breath, tapping your thighs to angle them upwards. You shifted upwards, legs barely wrapped around him as the new position gave him even more depth and freedom to pound into you.

The wetness embracing him was downright vulgar, noise enhancing the redness of his cheeks. You tensed around him, previously quiet pants transforming into a mantra of his name. He gripped your thighs in a last attempt to remain grounded, but as waves of your climax took over you and you pulsed around his cock, limbs trembling, all he could do was give in. Give into you, give into white hot euphoria. You were soaking him, he was rapidly getting overstimulated but he could not careless, remaining exactly where he was even though his muscles were screaming.

He was completely spent. Nothing but adoration towards you remained. He winced as he pulled out and hastily took off the condom, far too sensitive to function. Falling to your side, he watched the rise and fall of your chest, entranced by how even the smallest details that you possessed had their own brilliance. After a few moments you shifted, pushing the pillow from underneath you and turning to the side, facing Hongjoong. Your sleepy, but totally mesmerised gaze made his heart hurt. You. It was you who he loved, you who he lived with, you with whom he could make love like this. 

“Hi,” you whispered with a giggle.

“Hi,” he brushed your cheek and kissed you again. You lifted your arm, suggesting that he were to move closer to you. Much to his dismay, a surge of stimulation pulsed through him, making him gasp. Thankfully, you took it with good humour, eyes travelling down his body, seductive even in the afterglow. 

“I am not sure I should move just yet,” he suggested with a chuckle, astonished with himself.

“Hm… then let me get us all cleaned up and I-”

“-you are not moving either,” powering through, Hongjoong stretched his arm until it was lying across your torso. There was no force behind the action itself, except maybe in his pouting lips that you could not help but want to kiss again and again. You chuckled and feigned annoyed acceptance.

“Fine, I guess we can stay.”

“Love you.”

“Love you more,” you countered.

“Impossible.”

You shifted closer until all you could see was Hongjoong’s face, and all he could see was yours. And yet, somehow, in each other’s eyes, you could see the world. Those plans you mentioned, those worries, those wishes, those desires all collected in miniature universes of the soul, reflections and projections of a life lived and to be lived together. Dreamy eyes.

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[revelboo]

They are my very helpful children. I needed Starscream so I got him and he’s my Christmas tree topper. Surveying his kingdom as it should be.

The perfect vantage point to plot

Everything Is Alright Pt 88

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Scrolling through the report, Megatron’s aware of the way Soundwave lingers. How his communications officer reaches out a servo to you thinking it won’t be noticed. The way you reach out in return to touch it and the look you two share that he pretends not to see. And again there’s a sense of having all the pieces, but not being able to figure out how they fit. Because he has the sense that you’re not actually a pet. What you are, though? That eludes him.

• How can your tension just ebb with one little touch? Smiling up at Soundwave, you run your palm over the end of his servo as he pulls back. Turning your attention back to Megatron and catching him looking at you. What had he made of that? A puppy excited to see its owner or something more? Shoulders hunching as you look away from him, it’s a reminder to be more careful around Megatron. Because he’s the real threat.

• “Take the human,” Megatron murmurs as Soundwave starts to draw back and he freezes in surprise. Sees you glance up at Megatron, just as surprised. “It probably needs food.” Grateful, Soundwave reaches out his cupped hands and you come to him without hesitation. His spark settling at the feel of you in his palms. Hadn’t wanted to show you his surprise until the cassettes were finished with it, but inclining his helm to Megatron, he heads back to his quarters with you. Knows he should let Star know you’re free early, but he wants to see your face. Wants to not share your reaction.

• Servos stroking along your spine, you relax into his touch and safety. Realizing he’s carrying you to his quarters not Star’s, you look up. “Prepared a surprise,” he says in answer to the question you didn’t ask. Just knowing what you need. Turning so his back is to the room as he enters, he slowly lowers you. Amused with him, you turn and hesitate. There’s a pine tree propped up in a corner, the floor covered in needles. Someone had used filament thin wire to string red nandina berries, dry leaves and pinecones so they’re twined about the tree like decorations. “Happy festive seasonal tree,” he adds and it clicks. He’s seen a Christmas tree somewhere outside the base and thought you’d like one. Even if he has no idea what it is, he’d tried. But. Star has taken you in early July, right? Have you really lost that much time?

• Little touches. Little glances. Both of them willing to risk pain for a human. It nags at Megatron as he rises from his throne. Secrets. Even now, they’re still keeping secrets. Lying to him knowing he won’t tolerate that above all else. Swallowing a growl, he heads down the hall determined to get to the bottom of this once and for all. To get answers.

• Feels the chaos growing in your mind and it hurts him. He’d thought this would please you, not upset you. But you’re shaking, a hand pressed to your mouth to try and suppress the noise you’re making as his spark aches with it. Can feel your pain even if he can’t untangle the why. Mass shifting behind you, he drops to his knees and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back into him, palms finding skin to try and strengthen the connection, to understand.

• Spark stuttering, Starscream’s servos stop moving across the keys. Feeling an echo of your pain through the bond and then he’s running. Panic stringing him tight as he lets the bond pull at him. To Soundwave’s quarters. Sees you in the communication officer’s arms, his frame curled around you like he’s holding you together as you cry. And then he’s mass shifting without thought of consequences, wing brushing the other mech as he kneels in front of you and cups your face in his palms. Because you’re crying. “What did you do?” He snarls, trying to shove Soundwave’s hands away, giving up when you lay a palm on top of Soundwave’s hand on your hip and reach for him with the other until he lowers his helm to rest against your forehead. “What’s upset you?”

• None of them look up or notice when Megatron stops just inside the door Starscream left open in his haste. Seeing both of them wrapped around you, mass displaced to be closer to your size. And he can’t understand it. Can’t look away as Soundwave lowers his head against your shoulder, bumping his helm against your jaw. Can hear you whispering to each other, the words too soft to catch. The scene strangely intimate as he backs away, unsettled.

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[alotofpockets]

Just a scratch | Katie McCabe

Pairing: Katie McCabe x Reader & Meadema x Platonic!Reader

Prompt: "It's nothing, just a scratch."

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 945

You were beyond excited when Katie asked you if you’d like to meet Myle for the first time today. Ever since Katie had showed you the pictures of Beth and Viv’s little puppy, you’ve been wanting to meet her. Katie adored how excited you were and couldn't stop smiling when she looked at your happy features, while she drove the both of you to Viv and Beth's house. 

You give Beth and Viv a quick hug before rushing over to the little puppy, who was sitting on the arm of the couch looking at you with her head tilted to the side. Very intrigued about meeting a new person but also waiting because she's still a little shy. 

Katie laughs at the way you just flew past her teammates, and greets them properly, before heading into the living room with them. You were already sitting on the couch with little Myle slowly making her way over to you, sniffing her new surroundings to see if she liked you.

The trio watched how your face lit up when Myle climbed onto your lap. Tears welled in your eyes the moment the pup tried to bump her little head to your hand, letting you know that she was ready for you to pet her. Katie made sure to snap a few pictures before handing Viv the present you got for Myle. It was a little red scarf with white pom poms at the ends, representing snowballs. She had instantly reached for the scarf at the store, your girlfriend was a big fan of Christmas, and claimed “Myle needs something festive this holiday season too.” You had simply kissed her cheek at her adorableness and grabbed and added both the scarf and an actual toy to your basket. 

Viv opened up the presents and put the scarf gently around Myle’s neck. She started strutting like she was on the catwalk, making all of you laugh. When she fell over the little pom poms, Katie picked her up, and asked you to take a picture with the little Christmas pup. After playing some more Myle made her way onto your lap, where she fell asleep peacefully. 

“Hey, so we actually had a question for the both of you.” Beth says as she takes Viv her hand and sits down with you and Katie. “We were wondering if the two of you would like to be Myle’s godparents. What do you think?” Katie looked your way, her face lighting up when she saw how happy you looked by the question, as you were eagerly nodding your head. “I think that is a yes from both of us.” Katie answered for the both of you. She places a quick kiss on your temple, “You’re adorable.” She whispers when moving back. “And with that, y/n, we wanted to ask you if you would want to take care of little Myle when we are away for national team stuff. We could arrange it however it would work best for you, of course, you could stay here or we could train Myle to be at your and Katie’s place. I know you guys have Coopurr too, so if you say yes-” Viv wasn't even done with her sentence but you didn't need her to continue, you were ready to accept. “Yes, I would love that.” You say, stroking the little pup in your lap over her head. 

Since Myle was still asleep on your lap, you decided to stay at the Meadema household while the rest of the girls made a quick trip to the grocery store, since you and Katie were going to stay over for dinner. It wasn’t long after they left that Myle woke up and made her way over to her bowl of food and started eating like her life depended on it. You chuckled and pulled the pup away from the bowl, not wanting her to choke on the food, “Easy girl, there will be more later.”

You grabbed the toy you got her and started moving it around, to distract her from her food bowl for a bit. She started running after it, wagging her tail wildly. You loved the cuddly puppy so much already. She took the toy in her mouth and tried freeing it from your hands by roughly moving her head from side to side. Since she was still so little, her efforts didn’t result in much, so she started using her paws to push your hand away while pulling back with your head. She got the toy from your hand, only because one of her nails scratched the back of your hand and you dropped the toy as a response. Myle looked worried when you shook your hand, her big eyes watching you, “Oh no, it’s okay, little one. It’s just a scratch.” You say while petting her. 

When the girls get back, you and Viv start preparing dinner while Beth and Katie plop down on the couch, quickly followed by Myle, who had already gotten tired again from playing. You enjoyed a lovely dinner together, before you had to go back home. You didn’t want to say goodbye to Myle but you knew you’d see the little puppy soon again, and couldn’t wait to fulfill your godparent duties.

Back in the car Katie leans over and places a kiss on your lips, “You’re going to be an amazing godparent to Myle, and I can’t wait to get a thousand pictures of the two of you cuddled up together when I am away with the team.” You were looking forward to having another little cuddle buddy for when your girlfriend was away. 

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The Angels have posted!

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Sana.tozaki: the SS25 collections have been so interesting this year. I only went to some shows but I did like the designs that were presented. Though, I think there has to be some way to really differentiate my spring summer collection. Certain colours and fabrics are becoming clichés so I have to avoid those

Jihyo.park: the hospital has been as busy as ever but my team and I had a little fun by dressing up this little guy, Oakley, as a doctor. Oakley is a licensed therapy dog and my colleague brought him into work today! His task for the day was to confort the worried pet parents in the waiting room and he did such a good job, he cheered a lot of people up just by being as sweet as he is

Kim.taeyeon: the weather is getting colder and rainier and as the holidays and festive season approaches, we see more pets at the hospital. Make sure you take a little extra care of your pets everyone! Keep them warm and clean because even little things like soggy paws might cause discomfort!

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[blues824]

hello blue~ happy december ‼️❣✨ for the fluffcember event, i'll request the future king himself✨ malleus💚 with prompts #29, #21, and #2 ✨✨ take care of yourself as the seasons change 💙☃️

You requested: Dancing in the Snow, Secret Santa, Holiday Blues

You take care of yourself as well!

Malleus Draconia

To say that the holidays were your favorite time of the year would be an understatement. You had always had the holiday blues, but they were just emphasized now that you had no way of going back to your world.

The Diasomnia dormitory noticed how you have been seeming down in mood as of late, so they decided to research some traditional human festivities. A game called ‘Secret Santa’ popped up, and after reading over the rules, they came to the unanimous conclusion that this might bring your holiday spirits up.

Now, Malleus may or may not have used his magic to manipulate the choices, as he wanted to make sure that he picked your name from the bag, and you picked Silver. Who you picked didn’t matter, however, as he just wanted to get you your gift. There was one idea that immediately came to mind, but he would hold off on that, as he didn’t want to rush you into anything.

When the day came, you were feeling worse than ever. Everyone was gone for vacation, and you and Grim were stuck in Ramshackle. However, you felt a bit better when you made the journey to the Diasomnia dormitory to celebrate. You had your gift in one arm and Grim in the other, making sure to not drop either.

The dragon prince himself answered the door, as he had been waiting for you to arrive. He led you to the area in which his retainers were speaking animatedly with one another, and you gave each of them a fake smile.

Anyway, as you gave the gift you brought to Silver, revealing that you were his Secret Santa, you learned that the Crowned Prince was your Secret Santa. You opened it and it was a very soft blanket, perfect for the winter time in Ramshackle, as it would keep you warm even as the snow fell outside.

You sat there, petting the blanket and finally giving a genuine smile to Malleus, and his dragon’s tail was figuratively waving back and forth frantically.

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He insisted upon seeing you home, as he didn’t want anything to happen to you or Grim, and he insisted upon carrying the box that the blanket resided in. As the monster that called you ‘henchman’ was asleep around your shoulders, you both whispered to each other, making sure not to wake him.

Eventually, and unfortunately, you reached the front door of Ramshackle, and you invited him in, not ready to end the night yet, surprisingly. You set the cat on your bed so that he may sleep, and you put the new blanket over him, then you turned to Malleus, who watched you tuck in the little monster.

Walking back down the stairs, you noticed that it was snowing outside, and so did the prince standing beside you. He then extended his hand out to you, looking into your eyes with such pure love that it had you melting.

“May I have this dance?”

It was a simple question, but it had you weak in the knees as you put your hand in his. You quickly found yourself being pulled outside, back into the cold, but you were pressed up against his chest. His left hand found your waist and his right hand joined with your left, and you both started spinning around.

Looking into his eyes to see he was still looking at you like you were the personification of a gasp of air after he had been trapped underwater for his entire life made your heart burst, it made you feel as though you were soaring. You smiled, and it was as though everything had turned to gold for the dragon prince.

And so you both stayed there for a few moments, dancing about in the snow, staring into each other’s eyes, finding peace in the depressing season.

[rebootgrimm]

“Zariaaaaaa!!! Wanna go to the pumpkin patch with me? Pleaseeeeee?!”

Maple was practically begging her, lmao. I mean- Twas the season after all!

She was jumping with excitement, her hopes up real high.

((Hehe wanted to do a festive rp :D))

—@ask-miss-maple-leaf

*Zaria looked up from the book she was reading. It was a book on how to take care of a cat. She put a bookmark in the book and closed it, researching on how to take care of her future pet aside, she always had time for Maple. And who knows, maybe she’ll get to ask Maple out on an official date.*

“Yeah, sure. Let’s go!”

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[marjoch]

YOU’VE GOT MAIL

a jayvik au!

early updates on ao3 @ josmarch

CHAPTER THREE!!

Christmas came and went. Jayce spent the holiday home with Mel, who hosted her mother in town for two nights. Mel insisted on redecorating the guest bedroom just beforehand, so Jayce had been in charge of putting together the furniture, and therefore he was behind on his project.

It was harder to keep up with AIM while the festivities were going on, but Jayce did his best to sneak away in the evenings and continue the ongoing conversation with Tinkerman. Things went back to normal by Monday. While Mel was working late, Jayce was on AIM.

I hope your holiday season is going well. It has been hectic on my end, but I have missed our conversations. NY1972

Tinkerman was on the computer, because a message came through shortly after.

It’s been the same for me, and I have also missed our conversations. Do you have any New Year’s resolutions? Tinkerman

I hope I can achieve some of my goals this coming year. I have a lot of potential growth, if I utilize it. I’ve got a great opportunity that I can’t let slip through my fingers. As much as New York gets on my nerves, I am not going back to Seattle. What about you? NY1972

I find I have a hard time speaking my mind. It has always been easier to be passive, but I know I could lose my business if I don’t stand my ground. Tinkerman

Jayce read over the messages, and thought of what to say. He never had a problem with assertiveness — he was confident in his beliefs, and he would defend both those he cared for and himself the same.

I think I speak my mind too much. Maybe I can give you some of my ability, and you can say whatever you like, and I can keep quiet when it would benefit me. NY1972

Tell me how to make the trade, and I’m there. Tinkerman

The wording made Jayce ponder once more who this internet stranger was. Jayce decided to test the waters of their growing friendship, holding his breath as he typed and barely breathing after it was sent.

Would you want to meet? NY1972

On the other side of the screen, Viktor was at the computer in his living room. He immediately closed the chat window, staring at the now-blank computer background. He stood up and went to feed Rain, giving her pets in response to her rubbing up against his legs. Then he took a deep breath, went back to the computer, and logged back into AIM.

When are you free? Tinkerman

With effort, he was up again. He leaned on his cane as he looking through the bookshelf on the opposite wall, as if a new book would appear and stand out beyond the others.

The notification came through. He didn’t even sit down, peering down at the screen.

I could do tomorrow evening. 6pm? You pick the place. NY1972

Like it or not, Viktor’s stomach turned, and not in a negative way. He’d never felt like this before, and he certainly didn’t expect it over an internet stranger. He lowered himself back into his chair, thinking. Too much time had passed before he had a coherent response, but he figured it was better late than never.

6pm is great. There’s a local coffee shop I like, I’ll send you the address. Tinkerman

He followed up the message with the address to the coffee shop, and waited idly for a response. When he didn’t get an answer, he logged out of the chat and pushed down his feeling of disappointment. He spent the rest of the evening going over his research, constantly working despite his need for rest.

In the Upper West Side, Jayce was already in bed next to Mel, having sent his final message before she came in through the door. He felt bad being on the computer around her, and he was still trying to decide if it was a general respect for her presence or some sort of guilt for the feelings he couldn’t deny. He found it hard to sleep, so he poured himself extra coffee in the morning, rising before Mel had already left. He never saw her these days.

He had the news on in the morning, playing from the kitchen as he got dressed for work. He could faintly hear something about his father’s recent business successes in Seattle.

The address for the coffee shop Tinkerman chose was somewhere in Brooklyn. Jayce felt relieved, because it would ensure he could make it on time without worrying about crossing half of the city during rush hour. There was a second message waiting for him:

Heading to work early. I’m not sure if you got my message, but I’ll be there tonight. Bringing a red book so you know how to find me. Tinkerman

I’ll be there. NY1972

Viktor wouldn’t see the last message, because he was dutifully working away on his current project. He was stuck on the neuroscience aspect of it — he could make mobility devices all day every day, but if he didn’t know how to connect one’s brain to the structures, it was useless. At this point, he didn’t need more funding, he needed a better facility.

“Planning to take a break anytime soon?” came Sky’s voice from the office doorway. Viktor didn’t so much as look up.

“In a little bit,” he responded, oblivious to Sky’s concern.

“You’re not working at home again, are you?”

Viktor shrugged, still focused. Sky had grown used to his conversational indifference. When he was working, he was impossible to crack. “I can’t work tonight anyway, I’m going out.”

“Oh really?” Sky’s tone changed, curious. “Is it this man you’ve been talking to on instant messenger?”

“No,” said Viktor, too quickly. He realized his error and sighed, finally looking away from his work and turning to Sky. “Maybe.”

“Ooo, Viktor’s got a date,” said Sky in a sing-song voice.

“It’s just coffee, not a date,” said Viktor, rolling his eyes as he went back to his equations.

“Coffee in the evening? He must like you a lot.”

“He has a girlfriend, I’ve told you this.”

“So? Plenty of closeted gay men have girlfriends.”

“Thank you, Sky,” he said. “I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

She shrugged, still amused. “Alright then.” She turned and left the doorway, pulling the door almost-shut behind her, and going back to work at the counter.

Viktor continued to work steadfastly until closing time came. Sky was ready to leave at 5, but Viktor decided to hang back.

“The coffee shop is just a few minutes from here, I’ll just work until then.”

Sky sighed in exasperation. “Sounds like an excuse for you to fall asleep here again, ‘on accident’.” She used air quotes for emphasis. “You have to stop overworking yourself. It doesn’t do you any good.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he said, shaking his head. Sky left with that prompt, and Viktor returned to his desk until it was time for him to pull on his coat, grab the red book, and head down the street.

6pm came and went, and Viktor sat at a table in view of the window. He saw many faces come and go, and wondered if each entering patron may be NY1972. He found himself becoming anxious over different possible outcomes. But what did any of them matter? He was an internet stranger.

Jayce was on time, palms sweating more than he would admit. He looked through the big window in front of the coffee shop, eyes searching for the red book that signified the presence of Tinkerman. He found it: on the table of a brunette man who was all too familiar.

Taken by surprise at the sight of Viktor, Jayce made the controversial split-second decision to continue hiding his identity as NY1972. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to talk to Viktor, though.

Viktor had heard the bell on the front door ring. He looked up see none other than Jayce Talis, who seemed to be casually queueing to order. Viktor immediately opened his book and tried to hide behind, pretending to be interested in the pages. His act failed, because Jayce’s voice was close when he interrupted.

“Is anyone sitting here?” Jayce asked, hand on the back of the chair on the opposite side of Viktor’s table.

“Yes, actually—” began Viktor, but Jayce was already sitting down.

“I’ll just hang around until they get here.”

Viktor was annoyed. “I’m actually busy.”

“Busy reading a book?” Jayce said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” responded Viktor, still feigning interest in the book. He flipped the page as if to prove his point, not making eye contact with Jayce, who took the book out of his hands and closed it. Viktor was visibly frustrated, taking it back and flipping through the pages. “You made me lose my place,” he huffed.

“Do you regularly come read at coffee shops at 6pm?”

“Do you regularly bother people who don’t enjoy being in your presence? Or am I special in that regard?”

Jayce scoffed. “What is it about my presence that you dislike?”

Viktor closed the book, and made direct eye contact with Jayce.

“I think you think you’re better than me. Maybe you think you’re better than everyone else. You act as if you’re owed something, but you’re new in town. You’re out of your league, and it’s bringing the rest of us down.”

Both of them sat in silence after that: Jayce stunned by the accusations, and Viktor finished with his explanation. When the silence was broken, it was by Jayce. “Alright then,” he said, standing up. He pushed his chair back in on his side of the table. “Good night.”

Nothing else from either of them before Jayce turned and left. Viktor remained at the shop for another hour, expectantly waiting, and left when they started to close.

Upon getting home, Viktor started up the computer. There had to have been a valid reason why NY1972 wasn’t there. Disappointingly, there was nothing waiting his return.

In the Upper West Side, Jayce was intercepted by his girlfriend, who was intent on having a serious conversation. During the course of this conversation, Mel explained that her job was taking away from their relationship, and she was planning to campaign for re-election. When she suggested they put their romance on hold, Jayce felt a surprising lack of disappointment, instead filled by a sense of freedom.

The next morning, Viktor went to work without logging into his computer. He was determined to focus today, because he had a growing list of tasks to complete before his invention progressed. He must have seemed different despite his attempts, because Sky sighed when she saw him.

“How did it go?” she asked, with obviously low expectations.

“It didn’t go,’” Viktor was monotonous as he unlocked the front door. Sky pushed it open and held it for him.

“He didn’t show up?” Sky said, sighing. “I’m sorry, Viktor.”

“It’s not a big deal. He’s just a stranger on the internet.” No efforts could make Sky believe him.

“Maybe he got into a car accident,” she offered. “Or maybe he got sick, and his internet went down, and he couldn’t message you.” She got out the duster and started cleaning the shelves. “Maybe he’s super ugly, and was scared to meet you because you’re hot.”

“He doesn’t know what I look like.” Viktor shook his head. “I’m going to work.”

The work day flew by. He spent the entirety of his time tirelessly researching. Sky insisted on locking The Shop up herself to ensure he went home and rested. He let her have the keys for the night, just to get her off his case.

When he got home, he spent time with Rain, and ate his first meal of the day. He couldn’t resist the urge to check AIM, despite his persistent frustration about last night. There was a message awaiting him, much to his surprise.

I’m sorry about last night. I’ve caught some sort of illness, and I didn’t want to spread it to you. I should have let you know, and for that, I apologize. I hope you don’t hate me for my absence. NY1972

Viktor felt relief. While a message would have been nice, he had feared NY1972 was done speaking to him. He typed out a response.

It happens. I hope you are feeling better today. Tinkerman

Jayce sensed the tension in the short response, and did his best to make up for it by continuing the conversation.

How have you been? Hopefully you are doing better than I am. NY1972

I’m as healthy as I can be. I think my New Year’s resolution is coming to fruition early. Yesterday, I was able to say exactly what I meant, and it didn’t feel like I expected. I think I much prefer keeping my thoughts to myself. Tinkerman

Assertiveness is a double-edged sword. You are very level-headed, from what I have gathered. You shouldn’t feel bad, I’m sure whoever it was deserved it. NY1972

That made Viktor feel better about his exchange with Jayce last night. It was nice to have someone on his side for once. He appreciated Sky, but she was about all he had before this internet stranger.

I have work to finish, but I’m glad to hear from you. I must admit your absence caused me to wonder if you wanted to continue messaging. Tinkerman

Working late proves you are as dedicated as I have imagined. Best of luck, and let me know if you need anything. NY1972

Viktor logged out of AIM, then. He spent the rest of his night doing just as said, falling asleep at the dining room table with his work littered about the table. He dreamt of Jayce Talis again, except this time Jayce was on the other side of the computer screen. When he woke up to Rain purring and nudging his hand for her breakfast, he couldn’t put the thought out of his mind.

[cmyk-anaglyph-honeycomb]

Helluva Boss S2E9 blind blogging

[did the minimum about of editing and half of it was done while I was at work, so please excuse any grammar mistakes.]

(Mostly relating to the last episode)

Again, Stolas refuses to just talk. He was walking away and teleported Blitzo out of the building but now, after ignoring texts, he gets pissy cuz Blitzo wants to talk. 100% of this is because Stolas doesn't want a conversation. Blitzo misunderstands his intentions and jumps to conclusions, but when at least 3 opportunities to talk are given, Stolas shuts down.

Also where was this desire for a real relationship months ago after Blitzo admitted that he didn’t see their relationship as anything other than Stolas wanting to sleep with him. THAT is when they should've had an honest talk not mouths of avoiding each other.

(Okay now this ep)

God they made Blitzo so obnoxious to prove a point.

Veronika is a famous popstar, wtf does she care enough to throw an anti-Blitzo party? They have barely interacted in the show, never once in this season, why is she suddenly so pissed at him? How does she know Stolas is an ex, that happened recently.

If Stolas is that ‘done’ with Blitzo why doesn’t he just teleport him off the property again?

"Im UnCoMfOrTaBlE wITh HoW yOuRe SpEaCkInG tO mE nOw" fuck off. You had no problem going on a rant about all the dirty shit you wanted to do to him while he was being fucking gun down but now that shits uncomfortable. 

Stolas said whatever he wanted to Blitzo whenever he wanted and the second he doesn't feel like it, talking like that is breaking a huge boundary. Jump off a bridge.

Where did he get the impression that Blitzo and Striker were friends? Besides the games he never saw them around each other. Gives of the ‘these kids are near each other so they must be best friends’ energy. Like, no, they just met.

"You knew someone was trying to assassinate me?" 🥺 Yeah your wife was screaming about it two feet from your face. If it wasn’t important then, it isn’t important now.

I'll give Stolas the Striker thing and immediately take it away cuz it wasn’t like Stolas sounded afraid or even concerned during the phone call. How tf was Blitzo supposed to know royals could get hurt? Striker only had one angel weapon as far as IMP knew.

"Why would I allow everyone to see how much I like you? How I’ve tried to try so fucking hard to show I like you, to support you."

Fucking when? Where? Name literally one time. That shit at the harvest moon festival doesn't count because if Stolas actually cared he would've paid attention to how uncomfortable Blitzo was with him shouting pet names directly into the microphone. He’d know that him and Striker aren’t friends. Blitzo using the book was an arrangement for sex that Stolas offered. That is not support.

The one and only time their relationship was called out by others Stolas hid his face. Anything after has been in private and not where anyone, not even Blitzo was a witness. Ozzie is the only other person Stolas has openly confessed his feelings for. And he's with his own imp, so of course he isn't going to make a big deal about it.

“That was still the gayest thing I’ve heard all day!” Ignoring the actual line, why is he going feral? Wtf is this scene for? It's so out of place for what’s going on. This is something Loona would do.

“I don’t own you dick.” He’s right tho. Stolas tried to change the relationship without giving Blitzo a heads up or even communicating properly and then got butthurt when he didn’t get the answer he wanted and that was before Blitzo went off on him. And that’s after months of avoiding each other. This talk about changing their arrangement should’ve happen after Ozzie’s. Or at least hinted in Seeing Stars.

Why is the murder family wife getting an apology like she didn't try to kill IMP too ?Why does Blitzo know where she lives. DHORKS shouldn’t get apologies either, kinda ruins the point of Blitzo doing this ‘my name is Earl joke’ if he's apologizing to these people he had the right to hurt. I wonder if Moxxie got an apology.

The party has no music, making it the funniest scene in the series.

I knew they were going to make Veronika the bad one but good lord what is this. Are she and Stella drinking the same crazy juice? That made her Lute levels of crazy. 

You're telling me that ALL these people are Blitzo's exes? That insufferable ass? Is he supposed to drop dead gorgeous and the crew didn't tell us?? cuz no way this annoying man can pull that many people.

How did Blitzo get that far into the party and no one, all of which are there because of how much they hate him, didn't notice? Did he sleep with that many people or just date them? Why are any of these people wasting their time like this? Blitzo isn't important, he doesn't do anything. He is another asshole in hell, a place filled with assholes. Wtf is Blitzo's shitty behavior so out of place?

Oh look another situation where Stolas being in a relationship with an imp is not given any levels of importance or notice. 

So Tex is just mouthing the words right, cuz no way his voice is just blending in like that. Why is he here? 

Did they recast Stolas's singing actor? This song is bland. The singing is okay, but the music might as well not be there.

He's whining about still wanting Blitzo but refuses to speak with him or attempting to get him to have a serious conversation. He has no idea what Blitzo wants and has never asked once.

Stolas is drunk now? He only had a few drinks. In the circus he downed an entire bottle and was fine. Now a few drinks of spiked punch and he's wasted?

They throw this party every year!? You are shitting me. Why? He has signs posted everywhere. His crew is three other people, just kill him if he's that big of a problem. 

The creators cannot convince me that all these people care more about Blitzo than the oppressive society they live in, a member of which Stolas is.

Stolas's drunk rant kinda reveals that he wants to be loved and less that he wants to be in a loving relationship with Blitzo specifically. Interesting.

Seconds later Stolas is flustered by some random guy just asking to dance. Interesting.

How does Verosika know about the apology tour? He walked out on her when she said I love you, okay that's bad, but after spending so much of the episode making her look like a crazy ex, it gives off the impression that he dodged a bullet. At the very least Blitzo is actually in the wrong and it isn't some misunderstanding like with Fizz.

Glad they addressed that Blitzo being bad at relationships is a weird thing to focus on but it isn't explained. Unless he is extremely abusive, many people should not care about him / still be angry. These people live in an environment where they can be murdered at any time and almost no one would care / do anything to help. Compared to all that, a shitty boyfriend is kinda nothing.

I’m glad Verosika wasn’t completely shat on during this episode, especially in the last bit. We probably won’t be seeing her again but at least she got to leave with grace. 

I like the ending song.

Final thoughts. This episode worked overtime to make Blitzo the bad guy. It pulled maybe 100 people out of nowhere to justify Stolas’s anger and for what? The way he was so quick to hook up with another guy, shows he doesn’t care about Blitzo, he cares about the idea of a good relationship. That’s fine on its own, but the first part of this episode and the end of the last was about Stolas making his shattered pipe dream Blitzo’s problem.

Out of all the episodes that do not have a B plot why is it this one?

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can I have fireplace, new years, and buddy or grinch with Bloody painter from the winter prompt list please :D?

Fire place, new years, buddy or grinch w/ Bloody Painter (winter prompts)

yippie first winter prompt request!! cracks my knuckles i hope you enjoy this :3!! for those who want to request from the prompt list you can find the link near the bottom of the general masterpost! notes: reader is gn, a lot of this focuses on helen though cws: none

FIREPLACE

He doesn't usually initiate cuddles so you may have to start it if the fire isn't enough to warm you up

It's not that he doesn't want to cuddle you- because he does- the best way to describe it is he's like a cat who's standing to the side waiting for you to come pet them. Willingly exposing themselves for that despite previously acting like they don't care. That sums up how he acts with affection in the relationship. He waits for the offer first

He... does like how the light of the fire flickers against your face as he tugs you closer against his chest.. you look so peaceful, serene even

NEW YEARS

If it's not too crowded out he may ask to go out on a walk with you- just make sure to bundle up first! If there's too many people out perhaps you can linger around in your backyard.... he doesn't like being surrounded by so many people but he doesn't want to be cooped up on new years....

More of a looker than a kisser, he stares at you as you look at whatever as midnight draws closer. You can't tell but behind his mask he's looking at you with so much... affection.. having you with him to start a new year makes the fact that you're there for him hit a little different- especially after a life spent alone and hated

Though.... he won't deny you if you begin to lean into him...

BUDDY OR GRINCH

He dosent exactly hate christmas and the overall vibe of the season... if anything he hates how... eager... some people can get. Absolutely loathes how early people start celebrating-- you can practically feel him going cold when you mention that the stores started putting up decorations as soon as summer was done and over with

He tries not to let that spoil the holiday, though-- for the most part. He partakes and whatever festive activity you want to do with him without complaint

Neither a hater or a lover of the holidays

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: “I think December 1st is my favorite day of the whole year. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect.”

Pairing: Grim and Gn!Reader/Prefect/Yuu (Familial)

Genre: Fluff

TW: NA

AN: 1st of December, and here we go! Kicking this thing off with everyone's favorite son/sidekick, Grim! Also, for the entirety of the event, let's just pretend that Christmas is a thing in Twisted Wonderland lol. I'm kinda not happy with the ending, but I'm proud of the rest. I hope you enjoy ^^

"Grim? I'm home," you called out, and a sleepy little purr reverberated through the air in acknowledgement of your words.

A familiar bundle of grey fur and warmth made his way to you as you put away your coat and scarf in the small cupboard beside the door. Grim rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, his paws pitter-pattering on the floor of your home as he made his way to you. Your favourite blanket was draped on his shoulders like a cape, the rest of the (f/c) cloth dragging on the floor behind him. He must've fallen asleep waiting for you.

You couldn't help but smile at the cat monster who had become family to you in the unfamiliar world that was Twisted Wonderland. He looked like a small child walking over to greet his parent after a long day. Carefully you scooped him up, with only a grunt and a grumble of protest from him, wrapping the rest of your blanket around him like a cocoon.

"Did you miss me, Grimmy?" You teased him, your tone as soft as it was mischievous. Grim huffed from his place in your arms, turning slightly and nuzzling against the crook of your neck. You already knew his answer.

The two of you graduated from Night Raven College years ago. Scouts from all over Twisted Wonderland sought you after learning about the magicless human who had managed to graduate with flying colours from one of the top arcane institutions. But you decided to pursue even higher studies, eventually ending up back at Night Raven College, this time as one of the faculty members.

You walked over to the living room, where the fire burned in the hearth and warmed the entire house. Settling in front of the fire with Grim lying on your lap, you hummed a soft little tune. Christmas was a long way, but your students had already started listening to festive tunes, leading to this particular one getting stuck in your head.

"Grim, what's your favourite day?" You asked him, not really expecting an answer from the feline as you scratched that one spot behind his ear that you knew he liked. Grim's ears perked, his attention now on you.

"Whaddaya mean, hench-human?"

You smiled at the nickname. "You know, the day you like the most? Personally, December 1st is my favourite day of the whole year. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect.”

Grim turned in your lap, looking up at you with bright blue eyes heavy with sleep. He pawed a little at the necklace that dangled from your neck absentmindedly as he seemed to mull over your question.

"Mine's... my birthday," he said, a yawn leaving him after the sentence.

You paused your careful scratching behind his ears momentarily, a little surprised. Grim didn't use to have a birthday. At least, not until you decided to give him one, after a night of celebrating your own. The two of you celebrated the day he had met you at the entrance ceremony as his birthday, because that 'marked the start of the Great Grim's magical journey!' (his words).

"Oh?"

"Hmm.."

"Any special reason?" You asked, voice soft as you continued scratching behind his ears. Grim leaned into your touch, eyes closed as he replied, "'cause... it's the day I met you, hench-human..."

Your eyes softened as Grim's breathing evened out, your gentle actions nudging him into a deep sleep. Your hands continued lightly petting him, smoothing down the grey fur.

As the light from the hearth illuminated your figure curled up comfortably on the couch with Grim sleeping away on your lap, you couldn't help but agree more with your previous statement.

December 1st was perfect.

Back to Masterlist...

[emilsgrippers]

WHO WANTS JOYOUS RANDOM CHARACTER HC TO CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS??!!! ALL OF YOU????OKAY!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY HOLODAYS!!!!!!!!

OKAY. ONE OF THESE NOT CHRISTMASY,THE REST ARE!!!!!!

okay………..

so

-Geoff and Brody actually picked each others tattoos.

-And with that, Brody really likes space and stars and stuff he loves it he likes the beach at night because he can see the stars . Geoff picked Brody’s tattoo out because hes a great friend and knew Brody would like it. We’ll never know what the fuck is tattooed on Geoff’s Jabooty

-AGAIN adding onto that. Brody proposed the idea of tattoos because it was funny, and Geoff was like ‘I bet you won’t’! And Brody was like ‘I BET YOU WONT!’ neither backed down despite the fear of getting one. tattoos were acquired

-Emma (RR) makes all the cookies and yummy goodies for Christmas . Sugar cookie, peanut butter, chocolate chip and MORE!!!!! and kitty takes photos of Emma while baking. Pictures of Emma knee deep in a batter mess, Emma pulling cookies out of the oven etc etc. Emma thinks it’s just silly and goofy so she’s never made Kitty stop this—because she’s just having fun, but sometimes kitty posts Emma’s GOOD pictures with captions and stuff like “I love my sister:D” and just sweet things that make Emma happy.

-D.J buys all of his pets—which he as ALOT of—little Christmas clothes. Bunny got a sweater….his kitty got a Christmas hat…..he loves his animals. For pets like fish that can’t wear clothes, he draws little festive things on the tank so they can be in the jolly spirit too.

-Bridgette prefers to make handmade gifts for everyone because she thinks it shows how much she cares for them, taking the time to make something special!!!!! but every year she gets anxious when giving them, because she gets worried someone won’t like theirs…

-everyone has loved them and secretly they wait for her gifts. She always makes something cutie as HELL. even Heather and Courtney love what she makes very very much

-Alejandro and José—when maybe 5 & 6–tried to stay up and catch Santa. They stood in the hallway and Jose waited with the video camera. Alejandro being five and TINY kept starting to fall asleep and José was like ‘Al stop it!!!!we gotta catch santa stay awake!!!!!’

-Alejandro fell asleep against José and José was forced to sit down with Alejandro on his shoulder so that the sound of a five year old kid hitting the ground didn’t wake anyone. As soon as José sat down, he fell asleep too

-AND THEN!!!! Their parents came out to do some last minute wrapping, put some presents under the tree etc etc, and they see these two stupid kids and got a picture of the two just sleeping peacefully flopped over one another, like two loving brothers. Fast forward many years. Alejandro and José despise the photo but are unable to get rid of it.

-Courtney makes lists. And lists. Of everything. For Christmas. Even things that don’t need lists she just loves lists that much. Most of these lists never change either she just rewrites them every year and keeps them all SMOOTH in her pocket. What a little creature.

-the second candy canes come back to stores and stuff for the season, Cody has about 20 boxes. Every time you see him? He’s eating a candy cane. What’s in his back pockets? Candy canes. Whether they’re like the jolly rancher flavored ones or regular or whatever. He is always munching on fucking candy canes

-Geoff never says what the hell he wants for Christmas. Where as others might walk by a coat at the store and go “hey I like that coat” he will not say shit. Bridgette and brody are on their hands and knees like what do you want for Christmas dude….and hes like “uh. I dunno I’d like anything^_^”. And he always likes everything he gets no matter how far off it is from what he may have wanted deep down. He’s just joyous.

-Sadie and Katie have matching PJS & matching stuffed antler headbands that they wear every Christmas. They are always matching they are the bestest besties ever. They also have matching Christmas slippers…which are reindeers to nobodies surprise.

AND THAT CONCLUDES IT!!!!!! by the time your seeing this post, it’s probably Christmas, but I’m writing & posting on Christmas Eve. BUT MERRY CHRISYMAS!!!!!YAY!!!!!!!

this image was sent to me 1 year ago—so now here tumblr have christmas chris—who’s still pinned in our disc dms. Everyone needs to see him

[kitsuneplushie]

winter with them ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

mystic messenger edition, part two

a/n: hi... hallo!!! yes, i am alive again, this time for real (hoping) i wanted to post something similar to my one winter dates post since tis the season and whatnot. but i made them into little drabbles to expand just a bit. they're quite short because i was terrified to not have enough room. i don't know the limit for tumblr and didn't want to test it. obey me version here! if you care abt those demon boys ANYWAYS, i hope you enjoy! and remember to take care of yourself, mwah

includes everyone but vanderwood and rika + genderless reader

※*: . ｡. — jaehee kang

the cozy dim light of the kitchen illuminated the various ingredients laid out on the kitchen. jaehee’s gaze was soft but fully focused. you two had spent the day figuring out seasonal snacks for the cafe. you dusted her nose with flour as she pulled you closer. her laugh echoed through the kitchen, filling you with a warmth you adored. she'd hand you a pastry for you to taste and tell her your thoughts. she studied your expressions, seeing what you liked. and what you didn't. it was clear the passion she had regain after quitting. it made you happy to see her finally bright. to see her have life in her. it was even more special that you were the one to help her see it. that life doesn't have to be miserable.

※*: . ｡. — jumin han

waking up to snow wasn't completely surprising, you had expected it for a while. what you didn't expect was waking up to the other side of the bed empty. usually, jumin would notify you if he was to leave. you groggily get up, petting elizabeth as you exited the room. the sweet smell of breakfast and coffee found you, heading to the kitchen you expected one of the various of chefs. but found jumin instead. he revealed he had been taking secret cooking classes to surprise you with a breakfast in bed. he was slightly disappointed you'd woken up a bit earlier than expected.

※*: . ｡. — jihyun kim (v)

you loved the winter season. even more than that you loved the holiday festivities. you expressed to jihyun that you'd wanted to decorate the house for the season. he made it an entire day activity. he was mainly there just to help you put decorations where you couldn't reach or to put up things you couldn't carry. he just loved seeing your bright smile. you two ended the day putting up a christmas tree. you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. he pulled you closer, as you two admired the tree. it was the first time in a long time that he was able to fully appreciate the pretty lights.

※*: . ｡. — saeran choi

while half-heartedly watching a bad hallmark movie, saeran asked if people really did do these activities. your heart ached a bit remembering that he'd never experienced anything like that as a child. you nodded before stating that you were going to help him be able to experience them. he was a bit hesitant but with a little push, agreed. the first thing was to build a snowman. he felt a bit awkward at first, questioning why he gave in. but eventually, he grown fond of it. he gently placed a hat, finishing the snowman. he let out a laugh, proud of your shared efforts into making such a silly thing.

※*: . ｡. — saeyoung choi

this was planned out to be just an outing for some hot chocolate but ended up as taking a walk through the park. you nudged into him slightly, continuing the playful banter between you two. he laughed, bouncing back into you. you both found a trash can to dispose your garbage. and as saeyoung asked if you were ready to head back, you'd ran into where the grass would have been, now piled up with bright snow. in seconds, a snowball was formed in your hands. you playfully threw it at him as he was none the wiser. he dramatically gasped as if he was offended before chasing you with a snowball of his own. you continued your little snowball fight for a bit, before he swept you in his arms. causing the two of you to crash down (unhurt) before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

※*: . ｡. — yoosung kim

yoosung pouted like a troubled puppy, as you try to help him with his finals. he whined that he should be celebrating the season with you doing more exciting things. you'd assured him that he'd be able to. he continued to pout as you sipped on your coffee. you added that a cafe date was actually very cute to you, causing him to immediately perk up. you smiled seeing the effect your love had on him. it was sweet and innocent, at times. with a newfound resolve, he pushed through his studies. after a bit, you both decided to pack it up for the day. as yoosung returned his books in his bag, he remembered what he initially came here for. unbeknownst to you, he bought you an early gift. he laid out a box in his hands, revealing a pretty necklace inside.

※*: . ｡. — ryu hyun (zen)

winter season was busy for most celebrities and actors. there were plenty of cheesy romcom movies to be made. even though zen wasn't a big name yet, he was just as busy. however, he still made incredible effort to spend as much time as he could with you. though he felt bad for most of that time being behind the scenes of whichever project he was currently on. which is why he'd taken matters into his own hands. he invited you out for a surprise date, not revealing any hints. even going to the extent to blindfold you until you reached the location. he'd 'rented' (agreed to do an ad) out an ice-skating park. you were hesitant for your lack of skills. zen assured you that he'd take care of you. and he did. you weren't as good as he was but, he was a great teacher.

[sitkowski]

other poison devils ( jolly karlsson x ryan sitkowski )

kinksgiving day 2: knife play

pairing: jolly karlsson x ryan sitkowski cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ kink negotiations, knife play, minor bloodletting (scratching, small cuts), slapping, choking, finger sucking, restraints, mirror sex, protected anal sex, dom ryan, sub jolly. word count: 4.8k author's note: i got obsessed with this one. tagging the miw and bomens homies, please ignore this if it's not your cup of tea, i won't be sad about it. i'd rather have my readers safe! title comes from "pet" by a perfect circle. divider by @saradika-graphics 🗡️

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Jolly’s responsible for keeping the knives. It’s part of their agreement. Anything he wants Ryan to use on him, he has to provide it, Ryan had explained it to him like prepping for a tour. You wanted to bring along the guitars you were comfortable with. Jolly wouldn’t play with Nicholas’ bass, he’d want his own guitars. So, he has to pick out his own knives. He had to care for them, clean them. Jolly knows what his own blood tastes like, Ryan’s made him lick it off the blade more than once. But he’s always liked it, paper cuts would make him hard so why not let someone cut him up a little for fun and get off on it?

The whole thing came about in the dumbest way possible, at least in Jolly’s opinion. Because festival season meant tossing a bunch of bands together and hoping for the best, and Folio and Vinny spent a good amount of time getting stoned together, and probably fucking around in other ways, so when Ryan came looking for his missing drummer, he found Jolly instead. And Jolly, well, he had eyes. Ryan looked as if he could throw him around, get him out of his head a bit. Their bands ended up mingling at after show hangouts. More often than not, he found himself in Ryan’s space, listening to him talk about the most random shit like it was gospel. And when Jolly cut his finger open on a beer can while they were waiting around for the bus call, he saw the way Ryan looked at him when he licked the blood from his own hand, eyes hot on him as he watched while Jolly dragged his tongue over the space between his thumb and forefinger to catch a drop before it fell.

Curiosity didn’t kill the cat. It got the cat in a lot of trouble though.

The switch from guitar talk to kink negotiations should have been jarring, but it wasn’t. They met up on the East Coast at Ryan’s house instead of a hotel. Explained to each other what they wanted. And Jolly’s bright idea to test the waters and push Ryan’s buttons within an hour of being there got him slapped and put on his knees in Ryan’s living room with an ease that probably should have scared him instead of comforting him the way it did. Ryan had big hands and those slaps were no joke. He had to explain the bruise on his face to Noah when he got back that night. He didn’t even bother lying.

It takes a lot of trust to let someone cut you up with a knife. Bloodletting is an intimate and dangerous act, and Jolly didn’t trust enough to ask for that at first. Not Ryan, or himself. But eventually, he held out a knife to Ryan and asked for what he wanted. He expected a lot of things from that one question, the first to be rejection, a lecture on the risks that came with putting a blade to Jolly’s flesh and expecting him to bleed for Ryan. They’d yet to find a limit with each other in the few times they’d done this, but Jolly figured there had to be one.

Ryan didn’t say no.

Months later, it’s still working for them. They make time to meet up when they can. This time, Ryan is coming to him. Jolly’s got his arrival information on his phone as he’s putting a set of older sheets on his bed. The last thing he wants to do is ruin any of his good ones. These can just be thrown in the trash when they’re done with them. It was one of the things Ryan told him; Jolly should always have older stuff he was willing to let him ruin during their time together. The first time they ever used knives, Ryan had cut the shirt right off of him, not caring that it was one of Jolly’s newer ones.

Ryan won’t let him pick him up from the airport. He shows up with a duffel bag and jetlag eyes, and it's only after he’s taken a post flight shower that Jolly finds out he literally hopped a flight as soon as the last show of Motionless’ tour was done. It’s oddly endearing, for them at least. There’s also a little bit of satisfaction in the fact that he can bully Ryan into taking a nap while he cooks them something to eat. It makes him feel a little useful.

“So you always like to play with knives,” Ryan says when he finally emerges from Jolly’s room, looking less like a walking corpse. He’d still had eyeliner from the show smudged under his eyes when he got there. “Not just for kinky shit.”

“Not just for kinky shit.” Jolly assures him, and passes him a plate.

Ryan stares at it like he’s never seen food before. “Did you make me grilled cheese?”

“Gotta have you well fed while you’re here. It’s all for selfish reasons, I promise you.”

“You act like me cutting you up depends on whether or not you take care of me while I’m here.”

Jolly does not tell Ryan to shut the fuck up, but it’s very close. And judging by the smirk he gets before Ryan starts to dig into his food, he knows it too. But he doesn’t call him out on it, even if Jolly could possibly pay for it later. Instead, he gets distracted with tour talk and then Ricky calls to make sure Ryan’s not dead in a ditch somewhere because he never checked in when his plane landed.

If he notices that Jolly had gone into his room and changed into one of his older t-shirts, well worn and soft and going thin in some spots, he doesn’t say anything right away. He doesn’t want to be too obvious, Ryan hasn’t even been here a full day. But they both know what he came for.

“I didn’t see your case in your room. Do you hide it?” Ryan asks finally.

He’s leaning beside him at the counter while he loads the dishwasher after they’ve eaten. Of course he brings it up like this, saying it so casually that Jolly nearly drops the plate he’s putting it away. He knows Ryan’s doing this on purpose. He wants to rattle him, and it’s obvious they’re about to settle into something here.

“I don’t exactly keep it on the coffee table with my magazines.”

Ryan crosses his arms over his chest, tilts his head towards the hallway. Jolly knows that look. “Why don’t you go get it?”

He poses it as a question, but Jolly knows that it isn’t. He turns and goes down the hall into his bedroom, opening the bottom drawer of his desk and retrieving the case that holds his knives. There were safe edge play ones in there, as well as his sharps. They only get used with Ryan now, which probably says something that Jolly isn’t really willing to dwell on. He takes it back out into the living room, where Ryan is now waiting for him. The idea of doing this out in the living room makes Jolly’s skin prickle hotly, not because of the location itself. But because of the wall of floor to ceiling mirrors that he never got around to taking down when he moved in. 

The sofa and Ryan are currently in that reflection, and Jolly has to fight the urge to look at it when he comes over. He holds the case out to him, and when Ryan takes it from him, Jolly finally realizes something. Ryan’s nails match the handle of the knife. The knife. The one that Ryan gave him, the one with his name engraved into the blade. It’s one of the ones that will only cut if used hard enough, and Ryan’s very skilled at that. He knows it’s Jolly’s favorite, both for sentimental value and play.

“Why are you still standing?” Ryan asks, looking at the case and not him. “Where should you be right now?”

“So you’re asking me to get on my knees?”

This makes Ryan look up, and he smiles. It’s not a nice smile. “You opting out? You know what you gotta say if you are.”

That’s the thing, Jolly does know. One little word and they do something else. Ryan being here doesn’t solely rest on what’s in that case. If anything, that’s just him giving Jolly what he wants.

“I’m not. I’m just…being specific.”

“Specifically? Get on your fucking knees, Joakim.”

He doesn’t do it right away, only because he likes to push. Instead he takes his time, moving the coffee table out of his way so that he can be closer to where Ryan is sitting. He sinks down on his knees in front of him, putting them at eye level. He’s got to make eye contact with people on a regular basis, but somehow staring at Ryan’s face, at that mean little smirk he gets because he knows that Jolly is weak for him, it makes his face heat up.

He gets a front row seat to Ryan opening the case. Jolly’s long since lost his ability to flinch when a knife passes before his eyes, and he watches as Ryan puts it down beside him before pulling out a second one. This one is smaller, sharper. He rarely uses it on Jolly, it’s more for cutting clothes. He holds it up now for Jolly to see.

“I’m only going to give you as much as I think you deserve. But we’re gonna go everything first, you got it?”

He can’t even push at Ryan for this, because they always have to go over everything. For him, and for Ryan. It’s more than just safewords and rules, it’s step by step what is going to happen so no one gets hurt. Ryan may be the one wielding the knife, but that doesn’t mean he can’t get hurt here. At this point, this part is easy for both of them.

“Go ahead,” Jolly urges.

“What’s your safeword?”

Jolly repeats the word he’s told Ryan over a dozen times by now. “Sunday.”

He almost answers the other questions he’ll be asked but he knows better than to rush this.

“And if you can’t talk?”

Scenarios of what they could do that involves Jolly not being able to speak race through his mind, not as if it would be the first time. Reaching out, he slaps his hand down on Ryan’s upper thigh twice. He knows that no matter what position they’re in, if he can’t talk, he’s supposed to hit Ryan twice. They haven’t had to use his signal or his safeword yet, but it’s always been extremely important to Ryan that they go over them every time. It makes Jolly think that something happened with someone else previously, but he never asks.

“Anything you don’t want this time around? Ryan asks.

It probably says something about him that he doesn’t have anything that’s a hard limit right now. He knows what Ryan likes and it all meshes well with his own interests. He likes to let Ryan lead, knows how to tell him if there’s something he doesn’t actually want. Right now, he shakes his head.

The slap isn’t as hard as it could have been, but Ryan’s got his rings on and he feels each and every one of them. His head jerks to the side, and then Ryan’s grabbing his face and pulling him back around so their eyes meet.

“You answer me with words.”

Jolly shifts on his knees. Not because he’s uncomfortable in this position, but because his cock swells just from one hit. “No, there isn’t anything I’m against tonight. Whatever you want.”

Ryan nods once, letting him go. He turns the knife over in his other hand, the sharp edge of it facing him, before reaching down and grasping the bottom of Jolly’s shirt. The blade parts the fabric easily and he pretends he almost feels the edge of it beneath his chin when Ryan reaches the collar, even though he’s staring straight ahead and Ryan wouldn’t risk something like that. He shrugs out of the ruined shirt, tossing it aside.

“Hands behind your back,” Ryan says, and Jolly does as he’s told, clasping one wrist. He knows this means he’ll be able to speak if he needs to for now, because Ryan would never prohibit him from having some form of being able to stop this for long. 

Ryan puts aside the knife and picks up a second one from the case. It’s still not his favorite, and Jolly thinks that he’s avoiding that one on purpose to draw this out. He has to swallow the disappointed noise he wants to make because they’ve barely just begun and he can’t afford to get impatient. This knife is just as sharp as the last, smaller with a curved blade. Jolly knows what every knife in that case is for, he knows them as well as he knows his guitars. But so does Ryan.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Ryan taunts and Jolly realizes that he’s been staring at the knife that still sits in the case and not the one that Ryan is currently holding. “You haven’t been good enough for it. Your smart mouth proved that.”

He knows when to speak and he knows when to keep his mouth shut. Jolly lifts his chin a little, and watches Ryan’s eyes roam over his bare chest. It would take time for someone who’s never done this sort of thing to realize that he’s looking for scars from marks he’s left before. There aren’t many, Ryan might make Jolly bleed for him but he’s never cut him too deep. His eyes drift from Ryan’s face to the knife, how he holds it, the way his inked fingers look around the handle.

“Don’t move,” Ryan says and those two words make him instinctively wary and he fights to keep the tension out of his body. “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

The blade is cold against the skin of his throat. It’s funny how feeling it there makes his mouth go dry and he has the worst urge in the world to swallow, but he isn’t supposed to move. This is just about him doing what he’s told, not about Ryan doing anything but holding the knife in place. He wants to turn his head and look in the mirror, but he can’t do that either. One wrong move to satisfy his curiosity, and the blade would slice him open in a way that neither of them want. That shouldn’t get him as hard as it does. He bites down on his tongue, fascinated with the look of concentration on Ryan’s face as he slowly drags the blade downward.

Ryan presses the blade in just below Jolly’s chest piece on the left side. It’s mere seconds, just enough to scratch the skin. Jolly feels a few droplets of blood well to the surface. He wants to look. His fingernails dig into his arm, which makes him twitch, just a little. Just enough that Ryan notices. He pulls the knife away and this time the slap is expected, and a little harder than the first one. Jolly moans weakly, looking back at him through his hair. He doesn’t apologize.

“Do I need to fucking tie you up to keep you still?” Ryan asks.

He wants to tell him no, that he can be good like he’s supposed to. But that’s not exactly true. “Use my shirt. Not like I can wear it again anyway.”

He sees the way Ryan’s jaw clenches, and he straightens himself back up as Ryan stands up, moving behind him to grab the ruined shirt. He crosses Jolly’s wrists for him, wraps the fabric around them and tugs. After a beat, he reaches beneath the shirt to get the hair tie off of Jolly’s right wrist. He pulls Jolly’s hair back off of his face, a tender gesture that makes Jolly close his eyes for a second.

“Move again before I’m ready to move you,” Ryan whispers in his ear, “and you won’t get to come the whole time I’m here.”

He knows that that isn’t a threat but a promise, and he nods. Ryan straightens, walking back around to stand in front of him. His eyes trail up his body, over the outline of his cock straining against the front of his pants. Jolly’s mouth waters, and Ryan rolls his eyes at him.

“Yeah right, you can’t even stay still for five minutes, what makes you think I’m gonna let you—”

“Please.”

The plea falls out of Jolly’s mouth quickly, and he can’t take it back. He’s never begged for anything before. Ryan stares down at him, and despite the impassive look on his face, Jolly can see it in his eyes that he’s intrigued by this. Instead of doing what Jolly was hoping he’d let him do, he puts two fingers to Jolly’s bottom lip. If this is what he’s getting, then he’ll take it. He opens his mouth far more obedient than he planned to, letting Ryan press those thick fingers against his tongue, pushing until Jolly tastes the metal of his rings.

He won’t do this for long, not if Jolly has no way to signal or safeword, but Ryan watches him avidly as he closes his lips around his fingers, letting Ryan push until he gags a little and spit drips down his chin. He does it once, then again, trying to press Jolly further each time. Jolly wants to grab onto Ryan’s thighs for balance, but he can’t. Even if he could, he wouldn’t. He doesn’t move once, not even when Ryan pulls his fingers out and wipes Jolly’s own saliva over his cheeks.

“Good to go?” he asks, checking in.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Jolly promises. His voice comes out strained, the edges of his mouth rubbed raw.

He doesn’t think about the fact that he has no idea how long he’s been on his knees, or that they’ve barely begun. Ryan could keep him here all day and barely do anything. But he watches as Ryan sits back down and picks up the curved knife again. He doesn’t even care if they use his favorite one now. His eyes stay on Ryan’s face as Ryan braces one hand on Jolly’s shoulder and brings the knife back to his chest.

This time, he stays still like a good boy. Breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth with each drag of the blade. Ryan does not cut him deep, he barely breaks the skin but Jolly can feel the itch of blood sliding down his chest in a few places. It wouldn’t be a lot if he looked down to see, but his face actually hurts a little more than the scratches on his chest, and he’s pretty sure another slap would bust his lip open.

“You with me, Joakim?” Ryan’s voice penetrates his thoughts, and Jolly blinks. He nods slowly, sees the corner of Ryan’s mouth tilt upward. “Try verbalizing that for me, sweetheart.”

“Can I have one a little deeper?” is what he says instead of telling him that he’s okay.

Ryan squints at him, trying to gauge if he’s in the right headspace for that. Jolly can count on one hand and have fingers left over the amount of serious scars Ryan’s given him. He’s got one on his bicep from the first time they ever used knives, and then one on his upper thigh. That one he pushed for.

“Tell you what.” Ryan starts and immediately Jolly knows that he’s not going to cut him. He won’t argue. “I’ll scratch you a bit with this one, but we’re not doing permanent stuff. Not today.”

Jolly tries not to feel disappointed, especially given the fact that there’s an opportunity for more while Ryan’s here. So he just nods his head, and watches as he puts down the knife with the curved blade and picks up Jolly’s favorite. The knife itself is acrylic, the blade a translucent aquamarine color. One side was a straight edge that could cut through if enough pressure was applied, the other a sawtooth spine that Ryan usually liked to use to scrape against Jolly’s skin. He knew this knife intimately. Ryan turns it over in his hand, thumb rubbing over where his name is etched into it.

“Afterwards?” Ryan turns the knife flat and presses it beneath Jolly’s chin, making him meet his gaze. “Afterwards, your ass is mine.”

Jolly knew there was a reason that Ryan wanted to do this out in the living room, once again thinking of the mirrors to his left. It wouldn't be the first time they’ve fucked in front of them, it's why Jolly hasn't thought about getting rid of them.

“So much for me putting old sheets on the bed.”

“Oh, I'm sure we're still gonna need those.” Ryan promises.

He lets the knife tease down Jolly’s neck, over his collarbone. The tip of the blade circles one of his nipples and Ryan hesitates like he expects Jolly to move. But he stays still, so Ryan rewards him by putting the side of the blade tighter to his skin and giving a quick drag. The cut is miniscule, he can barely feel it. It doesn’t even count, despite the sluggish feel of his blood welling up in the tiny divot of parted skin. Jolly is just shocked that Ryan did it when he said he wouldn't. 

“What can I say?” Ryan shrugs his shoulders and sets aside the knife to be cleaned afterwards. “You deserved it.”

Jolly surges forward and kisses him, even though Ryan didn't tell him that he could move. Immediately, there's a hand in his hair, but then Ryan is yanking the fabric off of Jolly’s wrists. He sinks his teeth hard into Jolly’s lower lip, giving them both a taste of his blood while Jolly paws at Ryan’s stomach, trying to get his shirt off. He manages to get it up beneath his arms and then Ryan takes over, tugging it over his head and throwing it aside.

He presses his hand to Jolly’s chest, dragging his hand down over the scratches and through the half tacky blood. Jolly hisses against his mouth, yanking back. There’s a smear of red on Ryan’s lower lip, just enough to be noticeable, and a few spots of blood on his hand. Jolly’s stomach twists pleasantly and he shuffles back on his knees.

“You were talking some big talk a few minutes ago, Ryan. Still planning to follow through with that?”

He can’t help but push and he sees the way Ryan narrows his eyes at him as if he’s going to regret the words. Jolly hasn’t regretted a thing about this yet, no matter what Ryan does to him. Still, he starts to back away when he sees that look in his eyes, if only to make Ryan chase him. But he doesn’t get far, Ryan’s hand shooting out to grab him by the jaw, yanking him in until they’re nose to nose again.

“Clean this mess up, I’ll be right back.”

By mess, Jolly knows he means to move the knives out of the way. He gathers them carefully, taking them into the kitchen and putting them on the table. Ryan is back in the living room when he comes back, standing by the sofa. The second Jolly is close enough, he hooks his hand over the waistband of Jolly’s sweats and tugs him forward, giving him a little shove. He’s trying to put him off balance, but Jolly goes willingly, tumbling onto the couch. He grits his teeth when his chest brushes the arm of the sofa, but when he raises his eyes to the mirror, he finds Ryan giving in a predatory look in the reflection.

“You stayin’ like that?” he asks, palming himself through his pants. He drops a bottle of lube and condom package by Jolly’s knee where it’s pressed into the sofa cushion.

Jolly nods rapidly but knows he’s still supposed to give verbal responses. “Yeah, Ryan. Come on.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Ryan grabs Jolly’s pants and yanks them down, before shedding his own and kneeling up behind him. He keeps one foot planted on the floor, one hand sliding up Jolly’s back, pressing him down firmly. Taking a shuddering breath, Jolly’s fingers dig into the sofa.

He closes his eyes, listens as Ryan tears open the condom package. He hears the click of the lube cap, and then Ryan hums. “You want me to prep you?”

Jolly thinks about it, but it’s also a thing for him, letting Ryan push into him without fingering him first. He likes the pressure, the way that Ryan holds him down as he shoves his cock in. Looking up, he meets his eyes in the mirror again.

“Okay then,” Ryan says, accepting the silence as an answer for the first time all day. The hand on Jolly’s back slides down, and he keeps his eyes on him. “Hold still.”

He’s careful, pushing into Jolly so slowly he can’t seem to get his breathing under control but he knows that Ryan isn’t going to go faster and if he tries to rush him this will be over. No matter what it hurts but not in a way that he wants to stop. He wishes he could see, watch him go inside inch by inch, but he also likes it like this. Ryan’s weight pressing him down, as he blankets him with his body and doesn’t stop until his hips are flush to Jolly’s ass.

Ryan grits out a curse, and he pushes his forehead between Jolly’s shoulderblades for a second. He knows it’s overwhelming for him too, and he gives him all the time he needs until they both feel like they’ve adjusted. Reaching back, Jolly grabs onto his thigh. He doesn’t give him the signal but he encourages him to move because if he doesn’t he’s going to lose his mind.

Finally, Ryan pulls almost all the way out and then snaps his hips forward. Jolly groans into his arm, his nails biting hard into Ryan’s leg. At first, his movements are measured and controlled, but Jolly knows it’s only a matter of time, and he’s right. Before long he’s moving faster, each thrust dragging Jolly’s marked up chest against the fabric of the sofa. It doesn’t feel that great, and he gives Ryan’s leg one tap.

Message received, Ryan wraps one hand around Jolly’s throat, pulling him up and back. After that, all bets are off. He clamps his other hand onto Jolly’s shoulder and rails into him hard enough to knock all breath from his lungs. He bites down on his lip, tasting blood again, muffled whines escaping him loudly despite it. When he looks up at their reflection, he sees that Ryan is torn between watching them, and watching his cock go into him.

“If you’re gonna get off, you better be doing it yourself,” he grits out, and his fingers tighten a fraction.

Jolly feels the pinch of metal into his skin, and realizes he’s leaving it all up to Ryan to keep him upright as he lets go of the sofa and reaches for his cock. The first stroke has him choking more than Ryan’s fingers do, and he gives up trying to watch them, squeezing his eyes closed as it becomes his mission in life to come before Ryan does.

Ryan pulls him back onto his cock ruthlessly, and Jolly gives him another tap that makes him loosen his grip on his throat. Black spots blur his vision, just a little, and he sucks in air only to start begging for Ryan to hurry up, go faster, give it to him harder. Which is crazy, because if Ryan goes any harder, he’s going to hurt him and they both know it. Over the sound of his own blood thundering in his ears, he hears Ryan telling him to be patient, and he laughs.

It’s a miracle that he comes first, and Ryan isn’t that far behind him. He keeps Jolly from landing in his own come, instead pulling out of him slowly and then collapsing back onto the sofa with Jolly leaning into his chest. They’re both trying to catch their breath, slick with sweat and somehow, Ryan’s elbow was on the bottle of lube, miraculously getting it out of the way before it busted.

The scratches on Jolly’s chest sting. The one little cut is actually burning, and he knows that he’ll need to clean it. But he basks in the moment, knowing that Ryan is going to take care of him after like he always does.

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